DON WOOHEE

that neighborhood girl who likes bubbletea a little too much

[dowohe-blog]

( justicerage: )

His expression failed to lighten even after hearing such a reasonable excuse. Perhaps, it was because it was late. But also, just because it was late, did not mean his mind stopped working to the point he couldn’t catch on to her lie. “You forgot?” he was already raising his voice. 

(What truly stopped working late at night: his self-control. Not like it was any better during the morning, afternoon, or evening. It only worsened as his eyelids got heavier. ) His anger was quicker to boil this time, as shown by his harsh dropping of the lunch box back on the table. The brief clanking sound further strained the tension in the air. Nothing broke, but in a world of metaphors, glass shattered and they stood with shards all over.

(One of them was bound to step on one. One of them was bound to get hurt.)

The heavy sigh released from his lips pushed the male back a step. Even his own body flailed against his own anger. “Woohee, what did I tell you about skipping out on eating?! You need to eat! You’re a dancer, you need the energy! You’re going to end up passing out or getting hurt if you keep doing this! It’s not healthy!” 

If it was twelve in the afternoon he’d probably scold her about this without the yelling. But since it was twelve in the morning, with his bed far from his reach, everything was worth yelling about. (What also truly stopped working late at night: his voice. That too wasn’t any better at any other time, and only worsened as his consciousness deteriorated.) “I’m packing your own lunch for you so you don’t have to! And you’re still not going to eat? Do you not like the food? What’s going on, Woohee?!”

        It was a strange month for her. How many people have scolded her and made her feel small? Too many for her liking. And once again, she found herself feeling small once Jisoo raised his voice and dropped the box on the table again. She didn’t say anything. She only showed guiltiness on her facial features and had her hands in front, palm on top of another and her gaze dropped towards the floor.

❝I’m sorry, oppa...❞ She thought slipping an apology in the tensed air would be enough ( it usually was ), but once looking back at his face, she could see how frustrated he was and how he had more things to say. And she was already preparing herself for it. She once again had her eyes on her feet and she let her dark locks cover her face.

Her nose scrunched up. Woohee knew it wasn’t healthy. She knew it damn too well, and because of the lack of hemoglobin in her blood, the chances for her to pass out was big. It has happened a few times already and luckily, he wasn’t around to see it. She didn’t want him to get worried about her. She was an adult who was supposed to know how to take care of herself. To be honest, she didn’t know.

Maybe a simple lie would help him calm down and make her feel worse? ❝It was the first time I forgot it...❞ Her words were mumbled and she was finally brave enough to look at him again. There were other boxes she hasn’t eaten, given those boxes to her friends to eat and make it look like she has eaten them. It has worked. No suspicious in the air, until now. It wasn’t because she didn’t like the food; she loved the food, but most of the time, when it was lunchtime in school, she wasn’t hungry or she was studying.

It was the first deep breath she took when he continued to yell. It was her time to calm down and not yell back at him. ❝I like it! I really do. I just don’t always feel like eating it.❞ And then she revealed her own little lie. Fuck. 

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( thcrnful: )

Disoriented. Yes, that was what it seemed to Scarlet. However, she had no morals to do what she just did. Scarlet could be a nutcase, but she’s never once pondered to do something like the other girl decided to pursue. Not to mention she was actually not aware of what would happen. Her heart pounded, and she tried to fight off the rage as that was a reckless little girl. But, she couldn’t ignore what she had been done. She could, but she would still be fervent. ⟨ You realize that you just creeped upon a stranger and forced them to do your bidding? What would you even commence to do if it was me doing what you did? If, I so happened to drag you… ⟩ And she did. as she now had no remorse of mimicking what has been done to her. So, she pulled her out of sight, a hand covering her lips, a corner as dark as night with tight walls and no exit surrounded them, that seem to be the backside of two buildings, possibly with a shared patio, given that there was no route out. Only a small gap not even a car would fit through. Merely a bike, adjusted to fit two trashcans.

⟨ Now imagine this, sweet pea. I drag you to a dark alley way. And I proceed to shiv you. Steal a wallet. Pin you against a random wall to do so. ⟩ Her voice became a swallowed scream, hoarse, grave and psychotic against the other’s earlobe, the older’s body shifting to face her, and her palm in the center of the threatened woman’s chest, quickly and swiftly pinning her with a mere use of a hand, a roll of eyes as she then merely stanced, death to her glare. ⟨ Bam. Rest in peace, little swift shit. You wanted meds? You could have asked me for meds, everyone knows I have meds at this point, specially you kids. Specially broke little wanderers who don’t trust store clerks. Why? You’re afraid they think you’re there to rob them? Because you should fear me a bit more. It’s not your pretty face that’ll save you, though it’s admittedly pretty. Too bad that isn’t enough. You got on my shit list. ⟩

        Everything happened too fast to her liking. One second, she was looking at the other female fear in her eyes while the nervous butterflies were flying in her stomach and telling her to leave the scene. And then the next second, her eyes widened in panic and her small digits moved over the hand covering her mouth, legs forced to follow the female into an alley. She wanted to scream. Woohee wanted to scream so badly, but in a state of fear of losing her life because of a simple mistake, she controlled herself; not a single sound left her mouth, only her facial features showed how she started to fear for her entire life.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuckety fuck.

She could feel the tears forming in her eyes, one simple tear already rolling down her cheek while she was listening to the other’s threat. ❝Please... Let me go.❞ Somehow, she was brave enough to move her hand, wrap her fingers around the woman’s wrist and try to tug her hand away from her body. As a dancer, her entire body was supposed to be strong and not show any weakness but unfortunately, she was fond of getting bruises easily and owned a weak upper body. Her strength was weak. It was easy for anyone to pin her against the wall and keep her there. Even the experience of being a punching bag to her bother didn’t seem to help her in that situation.

Woohee didn’t want drugs. She wasn’t into any sort of drug business. It was just a simple mistake; her thinking she was her friend and she could drag her in the pharmacy with her. But how she was going to explain it to a woman who basically put her on the death list? ❝Just let me go and I will never bother you again.❞ All she could do to beg for her dear life and hope she would leave the scene without any bruises.

[doyeonsgirl]

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( 00lulu: )

If there was anything Jinhee was doing enough of, it was dancing. She had her usual training, school, astral’s special dance covers, and most importantly the group’s debut choreography. At this point she should be sick of it, honestly. And the soon to debut idol was sick of training, but that had more to do with the waiting and uncertainty and doubt than the training itself. Besides, dancing was what got her here. So whilst she was exhausted beyond belief and ready to just stop existing for a while, she had no choice but to eagerly accept Woohee’s offer to meet. She hadn’t seen the other in forever now, like many of her friends, and whilst Jinhee liked to say she didn’t need people, she did. People that weren’t the ones she saw every day in the company halls. 

Upon hearing the voice of said friend, Jinhee stopped in the middle of the footpath to strike a pose. “Yo.” She greeted with a grin, before casually making her way over to Woohee. “Cool people don’t run. And I’m a cool people now, Unnie.” 

Despite herself, her footsteps quickened. Easily she caught up to her friend and flung her arms around her, pulling her into a tight hug. “Sorry I kept you waiting so long.” Jinhee pulled back and gave the other a once over, brows pulling into a frown. “Just as I worried… With this time you’ve aged so greatly… I can hardly recognize you.” Even so a smile tugs at the corners of her lips. “Your poor, youthful beauty…”

        The amusement in her grew inch by inch when she saw her friend striking a pose in the middle of a street. While her palm moved to hide the amused smile on her lips and stifle small giggles, she once in a while turned to look over her shoulder to see if people were about to pass her and how they would look at her odd friend. Once spotting only a couple of people ( and them ignoring them ), her dark hues turned back towards the younger female. Despite the half of her face being covered with her hand, the joy was still pretty clear to see from her features, thanks to her eyes which showed great joy from the way they were in a shape of crescents. And then she couldn’t control it anymore when she heard the female’s words; hands clasping together, Woohee burst into a fit of laughter and threw her head back. Maybe some people would judge her actions as exaggerated ones, but the laugh was genuine and with the genuine laughter, there were always big movements involved.

❝Why are you so embarrassing?❞ Obviously, she was teasing while wrapping her arms around the female’s waist and pulling her closer. Honestly, the young dancer could see herself doing the exact same embarrassing actions if she were the late one. ❝Who said you're part of the cool people? We both know I’m the coolest one here.❞ To add a little bit to the teasing, she mumbled her latest sentence loud enough for her friend to hear before pulling away from the hug to show the grin playing on her lips and then she simply took a step back to have a distance between them; just in case if she was going to get hit by her friend.

Woohee’s confidence was always on another level. It was easy for her to say she looked cute, beautiful and use other different compliments of herself whenever she felt like it. To some people, it sounded arrogant but to her, it was a good way for her to keep the confidence she had and it was a way for her happiness. And whenever someone playfully insulted her, she needed to act dramatic. A dramatic gasp leaving her mouth and hands clutching her chest, the young female looked at the other with wide eyes. ❝How dare you!? I still look young and beautiful. I heard I don’t even look twenty. Sixteen is the age some people think I am.❞

[dowohe-blog]

( a starter for @hwangsia )

        Occasionally checking her phone, the female stood in front of the hair salon; weight shifting from one leg to another, legs switching positions whenever she felt like it. Constant moving could have been seen as someone who was impatient, but she was actually one of those who would wait for someone patiently and in return, she would be the late one. It actually surprised her how she was already the one waiting outside the shop, but Woohee also guessed as an idol, it would take some time for Sophie to arrive if her manager stopped her or then the simple Seoul traffic was the reason behind her lateness. But the young female didn't mind it ( she wasn't even in any position to complain ); just watching her phone every freaking second made her feel like it's been more than two minutes.´

A deep breath passing through her lips, the female brushed her dark locks back and let them fall back to their previous place when she once again looked back at her phone to see the digit change to another one. Two minutes. Why the time felt so long? Her dark hues lifted up again from her phone and there it was; her bright smile tugging onto her lips once she saw a familiar figure getting out of the car. ❝Aaahh, unnie! Finally!❞ There was this teasing tone in her voice and one hand was waving in the air to help the female spot her from the people who were passing by. ❝Are you ready for the big change? I might ask them if they have time to retouch my hair a little bit.❞

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( tzuchu: )

“Someone never got the chance to go to bed… I sort of jumped straight into a schedule, the moment I was off the plane. And then, into telling my roommates everything about home– though there really isn’t anything to tell.” Her bad mood was mostly gone by now, whatever grudge she’d held on Woohee forgotten: Tzuyu was rarely the kind of girl that would be able to stay grumpy for long, and, when she did, she needed more solid of a reason. Something she’d expected wasn’t going to cut it. “It’s always the same thing… I get off the plane, take a cab to SoSee café, and then whine and mom (and sign autographs) until she agrees to go home with me. Then I ignore everyone and everything for about an hour to play with Gucci, exchange a very awkward hug with 哥哥… and we all go watch Disney movies and eat fatty food. Come evening, it’s the night market… and more fatty food. Then back to Korea.”

And, although it might have sounded like a boring routine (on certain days, she even found it so while going through the true and tried motions), there was a fondness to her voice, a certain look on her features that told, rather clearly, that she wouldn’t trade it for the world. She liked her boring little trips. “We sort of even stole the name… well… don’t ever tell Momo that! I’ll always argue with her that we made them first, and named them first… but just for the sake of being right, and because I didn’t really know the first time we had that argument…” She confessed, a sheepish grin on her lips as she automatically reached out to take one of the sweet treats. “Just one… I ate so much at home… but I can never really resist these.”

        There were no other explanations needed once she heard the other not being able to greet her bed in between her busy schedules. She was pretty sure everyone who wouldn’t be able to lay on their bed at least for a few minutes would get annoyed by little things  ( or at least she would ) and that made her feel somewhat apologetic for the younger. ❝You could have called me and we would have changed the dates then. Sleep is important.❞ As someone who has gotten actual lectures of sleeping, Woohee always tried to sleep at least seven hours during her school days but of course, once the school would start and her classes would require more attention than her free time, her sleeping schedule would get messed up. It happened during last year and oh god, the days when she only got less than five hours of sleep felt like torture to her.

While listening to the younger tell about her pretty basic sounding day, the young female couldn’t help but move her elbow on the table and have her palm pressed against her cheek. She was glad to hear how Tzuyu was still able to enjoy the little freedom she had in between her busy schedules and no fans weren’t distracting her. Or at least, that’s what the brunette assumed when her day sounded so simple. ❝That sounds like a lovely day.❞ She finally decided to say something with a warm smile, lean back in her seat and took a quick glance at the muaji box in her hand while listening to the short history of it. ❝So are you lying to one of your unnies? Aahh, what a naughty girl.❞ Her whole expression and the way she pronounced those words showed how she was teasing the other, not actually meaning to scold her, but for the sake to keep the mood light, she couldn’t hold back her tongue. Her eyes followed the girl’s every move when she reached for the muajis and just like her, Woohee took one to herself. Instead of putting the whole thing in her mouth, she first poked the sweetness with her tongue before nibbling it and once having the little taste test, she finally took a bigger bite of it; her eyes opening wide open when the flavor hit her taste buds and she could see the inside of it. ❝Omo, it’s so good!❞ And then she threw the whole thing in her mouth.

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( cygnenoir: )

The smell of clean linen complimented the light music floating about the expanse of the apartment, echoing against tall ceilings and bare floors– a clean loft was a healthy loft for the brunette occupying the kitchen, busying herself with dishes after preparing a meal for two. 

Frothing stew and spicy ramen sit in the heart of living room, unscathed.

While Ga-eul rinsed used cookware, Woo-hee occupied the bathroom nearest the foyer. She catches Ga-eul’s attention when peeking out of the door to make eye contact with the elder. Her initial response to the younger’s call results from direct observation, specifically the smeared eyeliner on her forefinger. ❝ …Have you been rubbing your eye?– You’re smudging your makeup. ❞ She frowns.

The eldest abandons her post to enter the bathroom with Woo-hee, tucking a hand beneath the younger’s chin to examine her face under incandescent lighting, the same frown continuing to pull at the corners of Ga-eul’s lips. Her thumb and forefinger retract to assault Woo-hee’s cheek with a light pinch. ❝ It wasn’t this bad when you got here…take off your eye makeup. It might help. ❞

        Once again, her finger found its way to her eye while she was waiting for the older female come closer. Pressing her eye slightly to rub it gently, she couldn’t help but scrunch up her nose while doing so to show how uncomfortable she felt. But how could she stop irritating her eye, even more, when rubbing it felt so good? Though as soon as she heard how her makeup was smeared around her eye, she pulled her hand away and looked at her index finger; nose immediately scrunching up in disgust and instead of getting a tissue where to wipe her finger, she wiped it against her jeans.

The young dancer decided to keep her mouth shut; it was pretty obvious to see how she has been rubbing her eye because of the redness and smeared makeup. Her eye literally screamed of irritation and she was kind of lucky of not having a mirror where to look at - pretty sure she would have gotten the shock of her life then. Woohee was questioning about one thing, though; how could she have an eye infection? She thought only little kids were the ones who got eye infections because of their lack of immunity, not adults. Was her mascara or eyeliner old? That could explain everything.

Head tilted back, she stared at the roof instead of Gaeul. She literally needed to squish her hands together not to start to rub her eye again while the older female was examining it. And then her cheek got assaulted, which caused her to move her hand over the spot where she got pinched and turn to look at the female with furrowed brows. ❝Aaah, but I don’t want to!❞ A freaking child, that’s what she was whenever she was sick or hurt. ❝I probably need to go to the doctor too?❞ Another thing which made her act even more childish; doctor visits. She absolutely hated them.

[tiffkyu]

[dowohe-blog]

( @loathism liked for a starter! )

        Libraries. Such a funny places they were.

She never enjoyed them. They prevented her from doing certain things ( run around and speak loudly ) and the quietness bothered her. She could hear the clock ticking, her own heart beating and those whispers bothered even more. Each time when she stepped into the library, she needed to take a deep breath a few times, tell herself to stay calm and never speak with a loud voice. Of course, it was easy to do when she didn’t have friends around her but as soon as she would have at least one friend with her, the struggle would be real.

And then the unknownness of not knowing where certain books would bother her as well. She liked to be fast and not search stuff. Just like in grocery stores; she liked to plan first what to buy, go to the store and quickly go buy stuff without the need of thinking what to buy in the grocery store. Well, Woohee already knew what to borrow ( school books ) but she honestly had no idea where those books would be.

Obviously in the aisle where other school books were.

❝Aahh, I’m sorry to bother....❞ She still spoke up with a rather normal voice to the person next to her, looking like someone who worked in the library and who could help her out. ❝Do you know where these books are?❞ Then the list on her hand was shoved into his face. There were three books, all of them being school books; one history book to modern dance, math book, and basic history book. All of the boring books which she would never be able to read fully. 

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( sxyoo: )

Sooyoung couldn’t help but grin at her dongsaeng’s actions. She herself wasn’t a huge fan of the creatures, but she’d learned to adjust. 

“You know Woohee, I used to hate those things too,but don’t worry, I’ll do a sweep so you won’t have to worry.” With a newfound determination, Sooyoung turned to grab another bundle of tissues, pausing to raise a brow at the younger female. 

“Spiders in the other rooms?” Pursing her lips, she hums in thought. “How about this, I’ll check in the bathroom, and then after that we go out and do something fun to take your mind off of things, yeah Is there anywhere in particular you’d want to go? Or anything you want to do? Besides…hunting spiders?”

        Instead of correcting the older female, mention how she was scared of them, Woohee decided to keep her mouth shut and only look closely to see what the female was doing and stay in her own thoughts. Hate was a wrong to describe her feelings towards spiders; it leaned more towards fear than hate and it was obvious to see from the way she reacted differently to insects and spiders. She could easily swap mosquitoes left and right, without looking scared but as soon as a spider was on the scene, she would only scream and run away. The difference was that huge.

Licking her lips with the tip of her tongue, the younger female turned to look over her shoulder, directly looking at the bathroom door and she scrunched up her nose at the mere thought of seeing a spider there. ❝I don’t think there’s one right now, but usually, I see them there.❞ And then her roommate would be the one who would need to rescue her or the spider. 

❝So can we go out now?❞ Disappearing from the scene would make her distracted at least for a few hours but still, her brain liked to tell her how she would need to come back to the house and face her fears again. Maybe by then, her roommate would be back and she could cry to him how there was a scary spider somewhere in the house? She could only hope. ❝Can we go buy churros? I really want to eat one.❞ The words slipping out of her mouth already managed to make her excited, have a bright smile on her lips and taste the taste of churro on the tip of her tongue.

[dowohe-blog]

(sms: Don Woohee) No, it's not me, Woohee... (sms: Don Woohee) AND I HAVE BIG NEWS. I found the cutest stray dog in the entire world and HE'S IN MY ARMS RIGHT NOW AS WE SPEAK. He followed me on my way to work and I had to hide him! I'm leaving work early just to put him somewhere safe, but I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF WE'RE ALLOWED TO BRING PETS THERE. I remembered seeing a no pet policy when I moved in, but WOOHEE I'M NOT LEAVING THIS DOG.

► for @justicerage

        The moment she sent the messages, she was unavailable to drop her phone back on the table and focus on something else. The entire time, while waiting for a message back from him ( not really thinking it would take hours from him if he was at work ), she stared at her phone and wiggled her legs. She literally bounced on her seat when she got the message back from him. How can a simple message make her heart beat so fast, excited and almost pee in her pants?

And the excitement only grew once reading the words he typed.

⎿ SMS - jisoo oppa ⏌ YOU HAVE A DOG WITH YOU?!⎿ SMS - jisoo oppa ⏌ okay, here’s what we’re gonna do…

She really needed to take a deep breath so she wouldn’t send a bunch of keyboards smashes to him instead of forming proper words.

⎿ SMS - jisoo oppa ⏌ i’m gonna look out for the papers, see if there reads anything about pets⎿ SMS - jisoo oppa ⏌ and even if we’re not allowed to have a pet, you will take that puppy with you and we will hide the cutie somewhere⎿ SMS - jisoo oppa ⏌ I NEED PICTURES OPPA!!!

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(sms: Don Woohee) ... Just out of curiosity, how strict is the "No Pets" policy in our apartment building?

► for @justicerage

The question made her confused. To be honest, she had no idea what the policy was because of not bothering to check it. Not even after she received the message from her roommate who all of a sudden asked such a thing. Instead, she was too curious to know what was the reason behind the question. And then the different scenarios started to run in her head, making her excited and quickly type a reply to him.

⎿ SMS - Jisoo oppa ⏌ i think we’re allowed to have a pet....⎿ SMS - Jisoo oppa ⏌ that’s me being unsure about this⎿ SMS - Jisoo oppa ⏌ why are you asking? ARE WE GETTING A PET?!⎿ SMS - Jisoo oppa ⏌ or is it just you?

[dowohe-blog]

( thcrnful: )

Scarlet was dumbfounded over the quick grasp of a female, one that made her raise a brow and then ruffle both of them onto a frown. She managed to get pulled, however, she stopped quickly in her tracks, turning the female to her.

⟨ What the hell are you attempting here?! ⟩ Her voice is low but a growl-like breath lingers ghostly in her trachea. There was wrath to her eyes, however the calculative female stood still as she eyed the young and good looking female. However, these were of no value to her. Manners were. And she would never act upon surprise to drag someone away. She could be wicked, but she had to hate someone a lot to give them this kind of suffering. Or, the least, surprise element. And when someone gave this kind of trigger to her, her eyes fumed red and vengeful.

⟨ Look what we have here… You know, you could’ve come to me and ask me to accompany you, wherever you went, even if it was to guide you to a filthy public bathroom or something of sorts. But, I see no purpose of going with you, given you’ve enslaved me to the task by your own demand. And that, is of humongous disrespect. You know, a pretty girl’s smile does wonders in my book, but not after you dragged me away from my own life without my consent. So, you may as well get lost, kid. Pray you don’t cross paths with me no more, or I may as well take you to my possession without consent just as you did. And, it won’t be pretty. ⟩

Scarlet despite her sharp tongue, was shaken, and immediately turned away and walked off a few steps to take out a couple of pills from a white unlabeled container and proceeded to chug them down with aid of water, both bottles, upon finished, being retrieved to the studded backpack she had in her possession.

        She should have expected such a reaction.

The bright expression died. Her smile disappeared and instead of looking excited, the shock was shining on her features with the help of her wide eyes. Woohee didn’t have the guts to open her mouth again. Even when the voice in her head told her it was rude to stare and she should say something, she didn’t know what to say. It felt like there was this huge lump in her throat, preventing her from talking and making any noises.

It was a known fact amongst her friends how her hyper activeness and her constant need of using hands were one of her biggest personality traits. One way or another, she would have her hand touching them somehow, in most situations, her fingers were holding someone’s hand to lead them to the right direction despite them not needing it. 

A hand tugging hair behind her ear, she looked down with a rather unapologetic expression. ❝I’m sorry. I’m...❞ Shit. She couldn’t say the same thing wasn’t going to happen again; it would happen again. No matter how many times she has tried to control her, calm herself down, she found herself almost jumping against the walls to get rid of the energy inside her body. And then the touchiness... Well, that she could control if people showed signs of disliking it.

❝I just want someone to come to the pharmacy with me ‘cause I need to buy something from there. That’s it.❞

[dowohe-blog]

( jiccu: )

      Her lips parted in shock- or forged shocked. The idol shook her head in an offended manner and turned her head away, holding the bridge of her nose for an added dramatic effect. “I can’t believe you would use it me like that. I thought I meant more to you than just a spider guard.” She sneaked a peek at the other, not even trying to suppress the ever growing smile anymore. She knew Woohee didn’t just view her as a spider guard; or anything remotely close to that, but playing along wouldn’t harm anyone right?  

“Wait in another room? I think you would either pass out from shock or burn down the whole house to protect yourself.” She nudged the other before humming in thought. There were many things she feared; whether it was heights, fire or even just the sajangnim. However none of them were too serious, Jisoo had attempted to overcome them all at least once in the past but her cowardly side wouldn’t allow it. But there was one thing that never failed to send shivers down her spine. Hooded figures. She didn’t know when it started, but over the years the girl had begun to realize that hooded figures were one of her strangest fears. Perhaps it was the anonymity or even just the fantasies she build from books and movies. Knowing that her explanation wouldn’t make sense, she decided to give a simple answer. 

“This might sound weird but I’m just scared encountering a serial killer or a stalker.”  

        There was this playful grin decorating her entire face when she saw the “shock” on the older’s features. And grin only grew upon hearing her words. She could easily tell from Jisoo’s facial features how she was playing along, only encouraging her to tease the other even more. Normally, the young female would immediately take her words back, wrap her arms around and tell she was only kidding; only because she hated the fact of making people annoyed. ❝Yes. That’s the reason why I befriended you in the first place.❞ Small giggles surpassed between her lips, causing her to cover her mouth with her palm to stifle her noises.

Feeling the nudge on her side after hearing the teasing words, Woohee briskly shook her to show her disagreement but in reality, she knew damn too well, the passing out would definitely happen. ❝I would survive!❞ She insisted with a loud voice, firmly nodding even. ❝It would only take you twenty minutes, right? I could be staying in the other room and then come out when I hear you ringing the doorbell.❞ Imagine a girl sitting in the corner of the room, legs pulled against her chest and her rocking her body to calm herself; that girl would be the young dancer waiting for Jisoo to arrive.

Her eyebrows rose in surprise when she heard the reveal. ❝Eh? Isn’t everyone scared of those but they don’t just think about it every single day?❞ Or was it different for idols? She didn’t know. She just knew those things didn’t bother her. Sure, if she were to start to think more about serial killers, she would have chills go down her spine, but that’s why she never wanted such thoughts to occur her mind. ❝Are you like afraid the person who’s walking towards you is gonna stab you or?❞

[dowohe-blog]

( kngsevls: )

Given further confirmation by the other female, she flashed a smile before stepping forward, though it was when she was asked just what she wished to order that Seulgi’s mind drew a blank once more. Though she was a bit tight on time due to schedules, she did figure a pick-me-up would do her good to get herself through the day. Still, she wasn’t sure if she wished to stick to the every day selection that she would always tend to choose when getting bubble tea, or actually being adventurous and trying something new. 

It was clear to her without even looking how there were fans, and simply people who knew she was an idol alike who may steal photos with her phone, but she was glad that her space was respected in the same manner, especially with those around her that she could order in peace– had she known what she wanted. The sudden suggestion from a familiar voice just moments ago caused her to turn her head once more. Maybe it was the pause in speech between the employee behind the counter, since her own puzzled expression could not be seen while facing away, but hearing the suggestion caused her expression to brighten. “I haven’t– I’ve had watermelon flavored drinks before, especially when the girls and I went to Thailand, it was something I really looked forward to.” Having this memory in mind further encouraged her to go with such a suggestion, where she hoped the taste would be somewhat similar as she turned back to the awaiting person behind the counter to quickly give her order and pay for the transaction, before speaking to the same female once more. “Thank you for that– I was actually kind of stuck on what I wanted.” 

        Woohee continued to have her dark hues stare at the menu list on the wall while she returned back to her own thoughts, wondering what flavor should she get. Why there needed to be so many flavors? Why they couldn’t stick with one flavor ( or two ) and make her life easier? The female wanted to act dramatic, have her fingers tug her dark hair strands to make her thoughts run a little bit faster and help her with her decision. But nooo. She couldn’t do it. She didn’t want to embarrass herself when there was an idol standing next to her. Sure, they were just like every other human being in her eyes, but still, she knew how to behave a little more respectfully around them and show a little more value than to others.

It surprised her how casually she was talking about her group members. In fact, she was surprised how she was talking to her. The young college girl always thought idols weren’t allowed to talk to strangers, but apparently, that assumption was wrong. ❝Thailand? Do Thailand drinks taste different from the ones in Korea?❞ The curiosity hit her. Woohee has only traveled to Japan when she was a kid, tagged along with her father whenever he had a business meeting and her dream was to travel all over the world once she would be done with college and there would be enough money in her pocket. A proudness filled up her entire body when she heard the person next to her order the flavor she suggested to her. That feeling was short lived, though. She soon realized it was her turn to order and she still had no idea what to say to the person behind the counter. ❝Ah... Maybe you can in return help me with my order?❞ A hand moving to scratch the back of her neck, she asked rather shyly and turned her attention to the older female.

[dowohe-blog]

( justicerage: )

From Fridays to Sundays, the male tended to be ablaze with emotion. May it be anger (which was ninety percent the case) or something else, he carried animation with him. From Mondays to Thursdays, he inserted his apartment key in the doorknob with a sigh so heavy that it could shake his bones. (On Friday, he came home early. On the weekends, he didn’t have work. From Mondays to Thursdays, he worked late hours and his body hated him.) “Fuck.” he muttered after he realized he had pulled out the wrong key. Hands then went to search through his pockets for the real one before trying again.  It was Thursday. “Hey.” a sigh accompanied his words as he greeted the female after his body finally made it inside the apartment. He took off his shoes at the entrance and soon headed towards the kitchen. Tonight’s plan was simple: drink up a cold glass of water and then drop himself on the bed to knock out. Just one more day, he thought. As he headed towards their fridge to pull out a pitcher of water, his gaze had landed on their small dining table. A boxed lunch sat on top of it and it shouldn’t have been. It should have been at the sink or inside some kitchen cabinet– if it was used in the first place. Curious, he stopped in his tracks and headed over to the table to check it out instead.  The second he felt the weight of the box his mood was already spoiled. Fingers still came to open the lid and even though he knew, he let his mood be spoiled even more. If only the food left uneaten inside was spoiled instead. Then, he wouldn’t be like this. “Woohee.”

        She wanted to die ( not literally ).

Woohee turned into another person when it was late in the evening and her energy was literally sucked out of her body once she was done with her work / school / practice. As soon as the untouched lunch box was left on the kitchen table, she straight up went to the living room and threw her entire body on the couch. Her hands were resting underneath her head, cheek pressed against them while eyes were staring at the black screen for a few seconds and then her eye lids were slowly closing.

Her beauty sleep was only interrupted when she heard a familiar voice, causing her to open her eyes and rub them gently. ❝Mmhm.❞ Was the only audible greeting she could master out of her mouth. What was the point of napping when they didn't make her feel better? She felt more tired than earlier. Moving to sit up on her knees, the young female reached for the remote to turn the TV on while hoping there would be something that could entertain her, make her less tired than she already was. Of course, there was an option of going to do her night routine and then going to sleep.

Or not.

Slowly, she closed her eyes and scrunched up her nose once hearing the male's voice again. She could already tell by the voice how she was about to get scolded. But for what? She had done nothing bad... The fucking lunch box. Mentally already scolding herself, preparing herself to even worse scolding and almost wanting to pretend to be back asleep, it took her a few seconds to gather the courage to get up off the couch and head to the kitchen.

❝Now...❞ Her dark hues went straight to the box in his hand. What to tell him? It wasn't the first lunch box she has forgotten to eat when her stomach didn't growl out of hunger. ❝I can explain. I forgot to take it with me.❞ Would he buy that excuse? Hopefully.

[blackpink]

(cr.)