6.023x10^(-23)

according to the laws of physics, a planet in the shape of a doughnut could exist. #turnearthintoadonut2k14

[songvqian]

△ work of art // kimbo & hyomin

{ / she had the confidence in excelling this assignment— complete a figure drawing in 60 minutes— seeing her fastest record was 45 minutes. though an artist’s ability was not the only factor needed to be taken into account, the model was just as equally important. and hyomin was having her doubt as a pink-haired girl waltzed into the room. / } Are you…Kim Boa? { / she recalled the name which was written under hers on the sheet. nervousness filled those unassuming rabbit eyes that peered back to her own, indicating she was a first-timer and hyomin sighed inwardly. she hoped the girl at least knew what she was doing / } We don’t have much time to waste, so if you can… { / she trailed off, sitting down at the only chair in the room with a sketchbook on her lap, looking expectantly at her model for the day / }

[ggsxkimbo]

{ * she shifts uncomfortably when the art student she’s been assigned to calls her real name. that’s something she hasn’t heard from anyone in ages } call me kimbo, i don’t like that name. { * she hadn’t taken this into account when she’d signed up to model for art students in the school. hopefully the other student had a bad memory and wouldn’t remember her real name if kimbo kept asking her to use her usual nickname-slash-alias } yeah, i have to strip right? { * this is a little less uncomfortable than dealing with her real name, so she starts stripping without hesitation. it’s as business-like as it usually is when she’s getting naked to shower, though that’s done alone. this isn’t like when she gets naked with kyungsoo oppa either though. it’s a bit of an in between; she doesn’t want the other girl to suddenly kiss her } is there a specific pose you’re looking for or can i just go with anything? { * she remembers that scene from titanic and it’s a struggle not to make the joke. her clothes are abandoned to one corner on the floor and she’ll pick them up later }

[ggsxjongdae-deactivated20150331]

room for one more troubled soul ; kjd + kimbo

[ggsxjongdae-deactivated20150331]

they’re marks — an evidence of nights spent alone and wanting to play bets with the devil. they’re lines, and each one represents the time i remember my dead family. these are cuts, stranger, and you’re not supposed to ask.

those were the very words jongdae wanted to say, but he draws his lips to a tight line. despite his lack of skills in socializing, he knew quite well that this isn’t what people normally talk about. “they’re nothing,” a does another practiced smile, shrugging whilst looking at her. “product of accidents, i guess.” jongdae doens’t know how long he has to lie.

once she’s taken the flyer —finally— jongdae starts rolling back his sleeves, hoping it wouldn’t draw any unwanted attention. “yeah, sure.” he nods, the back of his mind screaming slightly because what are you doing, kim jongdae? “there’s one near here, let’s go yeah?” it’s never like this, but if it means getting another member to the club, he would do so.

"usually, we get tons of applicants every year — i just don’t know what happened." jongdae tries to maintain the conversation as they enter the coffee shop, "so, you know, it’d mean a lot to my fellow club members — and our mod for you to join. you sing, right?" he’s reaching down for his waller, which luckily has enough money (there is a god) for two drinks.

they’re both in line and jongdae orders for two drinks, an iced americano and her green tea latte. the process is quick, without any frills or what not from the barista. jongdae turns to her, “i’ll wait for the drinks. you can look for a chair if you like?”

[ggsxkimbo]

“They sure don’t look like nothing,” she bites her lower lip as she gives in to the urge to ask, her curiosity far too overwhelming to ignore and his responses fuelling the flames. “Those are too precise to be accidental,” she doesn’t meet his eyes because Kimbo doesn’t know what she’s going to see in them. For all she knows, he’s already got his hand pulled back and ready to slap her. She wouldn’t be surprised, it’s happened before.

The rolling down of his sleeves piques her interest further. It’s something he wants to take her attention off of, but now that she’s latched on, he’s too slow. Unless someone else cuts in or if he gets angry, she’s going to keep harping on the issue; those lines are familiar, not because she has any of her own, though she’s thought of it, but because she’s seen them on the Internet. More than once, they’ve been flaunted like battle scars and she’d been fascinated, played with the idea of trying it out.

She misses the bulk of what he says, just hears the question at the end of his monologue. “I do sing,” the flyer informs her that the Glee club is recruiting new members, that’s why he’s asking. Folding it in half, she tucks the flyer into her pocket; he can tell her more than the piece of paper ever could. It becomes apparent to her that she’s unconsciously started following his lead too, walking off somewhere. Abeit she didn’t hear him say where, but she has a sneaking suspicion that it might be Starbucks. They don’t look like they’re heading off to the Glee club room.

“I’m good with staying here,” she pipes up after keeping silent when he was ordering the drinks for them. He didn’t have a lot of cash money in his wallet when he’d opened it — she peeped, it’s rude, but she doesn’t think he saw — and she’s half-tempted to offer to pay, although he was the one who said something about a Starbucks. “I thought of joining the Glee club once, but then I decided not to,” her eyes keep darting towards his now-covered arms and if it was someone she knew better, she would’ve reached out to push them up again, to intrude.

[ggsxkimbo]

* take a snapshot , lhb&kba

[xggsxhongbin-deactivated2014062]

{ / just finishes up with his class and checks his phone to make sure he knew where he was meeting kimbo. once he was sure, he starts jogging through the halls, nearly knocking into people - quickly apologizing - and then out the door towards the cafe. he nearly runs into the door, but he puts his hands out to catch himself and he grunts, shaking his hands a bit from the shock. he was just glad he didn’t break it. he sighs, gaining control of his breathing rather easily before he opens the door and walks in. he looks around for only a moment before he catches sight of the girl. } hi. { / makes his way over and pulls his messenger bag off his shoulders and sets in the chair at his side. } how are you?

[ggsxkimbo]

{ * people pass by, fleeting, and her attention flickers just as briefly on each and every one of them. none of them are faces that mean anything to her, so she never focuses too much. the right one is bound to come up later, eventually; and it does, hongbin's familiar face slides into view just as kimbo lifts her chin to check. a broad smile blooms across her face and she straightens up as he approaches her } hello, hongbin. { * she greets, stating his name specifically so she can focus on the person that she’s talking to: him } i’m fine, thank you. how about you? { * the default, programmed response slips past her and she pauses for a moment } i mean, i’m doing well. just finished a couple of classes just now. { * she adds a little detail with a nervous smile, hongbin’s a good friend, but that doesn’t mean he knows everything about her }

[staybythekidlaroi]

[ggsxamber-deactivated20141230]

Bail Unni Out | Amber + Kimbo

The weekend was usually spent hanging out with her mates; watching a movie or bowling. Not getting hammered. And that was exactly what Amber did, on the last Friday of May. She went to a party and got herself drunk.

It wasn’t like Amber wanted to go to the party in the first place, as she knew it was going to be a wild one; considering the person who held it was Cheongdam’s infamous party animal, Kim Seonwoo. Arrived at the party venue half an hour late, the place was already a mess.

The night rolled on with games that led people to drink cups after cups, until they were drunk on their knees; including Amber. Although the weird thing was, only she woke up on the cold cemented floor, in a jail cell…

“Amber Liu, you may take your turn to call for someone now.”

Her hair tousled and her face bloated, Amber held her head with both of her hands, as if it would help to stop the pounding. “Ahh. Fuck.” She muttered. Rubbing her eyes, Amber tried to get onto her feet and made her way to the phone box.

Ashamed, there was no way she could call any of her family members. Her best friend was out of the country for the week- “urgh, what a good timing…” Amber sighed. She picked up the battered receiver and started to dial the only number that she could remember, that didn’t belong to any of her family members or her best friend.

As soon as the other end picked up, Amber felt overwhelmed and started to sob. “Kimbo-yah! Bail unni out, please! I am hungry and-” she paused to get a whiff of herself and continued, “and stinks as crap. Kimbo-yah?”

[ggsxkimbo]

In the middle of surfing the Internet, jumping from page to page of the web, Kimbo's cellphone begins to ring. It's a weird hour of the day, a weekend night, and she'd lost track of the time again. The usual suspects are crossed off of her list because of how late it is and she checks the caller ID that reads "llama amber" before she picks up the phone. Amber is a friend, not particularly close nor too casual to ignore, but she doesn't really have any idea what to expect. She opens her mouth to say 'hello', but it's barely on the tip of her tongue before she's interrupted by loud wailing.

She cringes as she listens to Amber speak, a little hard to decipher and unusually emotional. The words 'bail' and 'crap' stick in her head, so she has a rough idea of what has happened. It's not the first time she's heard of people she knows getting arrested in jail for some reason or another; when you're so rich you don't know what to do with the money you have, some people end up going wild. Of all people, Amber hadn't seemed like the sort. Then again, Kimbo didn't know her all that well. Her initial response is confusion, because why would the other female call her about a bail?

"Hello?" she starts the conversation habitually, rather than responding directly to the questions. "Yes, I'm on the line," when her name is called once more due to her silence. "Why are you in jail?" is the question she settles on out of the plenty running through her mind. There's no sense of motivation for her to do anything, not when it's so late at night and when she has no idea what's going on. 

[ggsxsungyeol]

░ Friendship Paradox ⇒ KBA ✕ LSY

[ggsxsungyeol]

The other’s almost robotic statements do not coincide with the fidgety images Sungyeol has of her collected in his mental databank. But it’s wasn’t something worth questioning, since he was highly aware of his tendency to make things awkward. Maybe Kimbo was just polite. “It would have been okay, if you had. I could have just played video games, until you arrived,” he admitted causally, not assuming the pink-haired girl to be the type to make fun of someone for having such hobbies, “And I’m fine, thanks.”

Though the received compliment is one the genius hears constantly, it still brings a light hue to his cheeks and causes a series of nervous chuckles to leave his lips. “A-ah… well, that might be true, but despite what everyone believes, I don’t actually enjoy doing the work for both parties.” A more sincere chuckle escaped him, feeling rather fluttery over the fact that Kimbo a.) actually showed up and b.) was willing to do her own share of the work. It was times like these when Sungyeol was grateful that he was home schooled. Sure, he spent most of his young adulthood longing for friends, and the like, but the years of “partner” work alone would have probably driven him insane.

Leaning in to check what problems they were working on, despite already being aware of which ones, the student quietly muttered a small thank you before returning to his own personal space. Then the realization that he had no idea how to do such a thing hit him. How embarrassing that he had to ask for help again. He probably seemed helpless at this point. “Uhm… what are we supposed to do exactly? …I’ve never done this before.” Quickly, he wagged his forefinger in between them, to show that he meant the acting of pairing up, and not the assignment. That part was simple, of course, but the sociability of it all was what confused Sungyeol.

[ggsxkimbo]

"That's rude though," she frowns at Sungyeol being okay with waiting. It's what she learnt from the etiquette instructors her parents had stuck her with all her life. "Making someone wait, that is," she adds after when she remembers she hadn't specified what 'that' was. Personally, she doesn't mind waiting for people, but she's never comfortable with making others wait. She's flipped to the page she has to and she sets the problem set in between the both of them. Referring to her organizer, she circles the problems in pencil.

Skimming through the questions, she's half-listening to him talk when she picks up on the words 'both parties'. Shooting him an inquisitive look, she hopes that he'll repeat what he said. If he doesn't, she hopes that it wasn't a question and that she'll be able to get away with not responding because his words didn't process her in her head though she knew he was speaking. She's careful not to stare at the textbook after missing out on that particular sentence. 

"Oh, yeah?" Kimbo doesn't know much about Sungyeol, besides the fact that he gets really good grades. She's not the best at Mathematics, but she's better than a lot of their classmates; still, he's better than her. It's a big question mark as to why he's never done pairwork before, but she doesn't probe and answers his question lest she forget to. "Mostly I just verbally discuss the question with you, then we try to work it out and get the answer. If we don't, we talk a little more until we do. Rinse and repeat."

[ggsxkimbo]

* about to blow , pb&kba

[ggsxbommie]

{she’s been leaning against the wall watching her for quite a while now, she first saw her when she was taking a walk catching her going to and fro around the table, she raised an eyebrow at the girl who didn’t seem like she could sit for a second without moving, she was starting to get a headache by now and feel exhausted just watching her it was almost frustrating, lip biting,restlessness…she looks like she’s about to explode..she could either just be having quite a tense day…or….she tailed off as she finally pushed herself off the wall and headed her way. there were three symptoms she needed to check, she can cross hyperactivity off the list now, all thats left is impulsivity and inattention. “aren’t you tried from going in circles for so long?” she said as she stood in front of her}

[ggsxkimbo]

{ * she's not expecting someone to interrupt her, because she's sure her surliness shows on her face. people who know her well can tell. people who don't know her well can tell. is this person stupid or something? } no, but it's none of your business. { * she snaps in frustration, but then she purses her lips and crosses her arms over her chest. she pushes down on her anger rising to the surface for a little while more } did you need something or anything? { * it's a herculean task for her to keep her tone less annoyed and enough to be considered polite. she's not in this school to make any enemies or draw attention to herself }

[ggsxkimbo]

* on your rest day , cmk&kba

[ggsxren-deactivated20150909]

{ * ren blinks at the girl as she continues to stare at him. staying put, unsure of what to do. it wasn’t that he wasn’t getting uncomfortable from the girl’s presence (okay maybe just a little bit), it was all just really sort-of awkward. he was about to speak up again when the girl hands him a namecard and explains her purpose, his eyes widening in surprise. this was the first time someone had actually approached him and told him this, not counting the time he was scouted or the multiple times he was flirted on. } 

Ah, thank you?  {*he takes the namecard and just flashes the girl a small smile. he was grateful for it, honestly he was! he’s been told this numerous times but having a total stranger come up to him and say that was very nice, creepy but nice. another look of surprise appears on his face. this girl was now asking skincare and make-up tips from him so she could be beautiful, frowning because he thought the girl was rather pretty in the first place. } You’re already very pretty though …. {*contrary to popular belief, ren does have a skin care regimen and is knowledgeable in the field of make-up. he couldn’t leave everything up to the stylists all the time. so if the girl was rather insistent on it, who was he to deny someone who just made his day?}

[ggsxkimbo]

you're welcome. { * she says solemnly, like this isn't a random conversation she'd just started because the other girl was pretty. she's still thinking about how someone gets as beautiful as the other girl, so she's forgotten about not talking monotonously, which she tends to do when she's too absorbed in something else  } oh, yeah, i guess i'm not extremely unattractive but there are levels of beauty and you're on a totally different class. it's like you walked out of a magazine. i'm pretty sure if you took a picture of me and sent it to a fashion magazine they'd still airbrush it for 10 hours or something. 

{ * she pauses and catches her thoughts that are about to go off in an endless stream } if you're busy though, it's cool if you don't but it'd be nice if i could have some way to contact you and ask you anyway. unless that is not okay either, in which case— { * she pauses and hums, thinking of a solution } you should make a beauty blog and i'll google for 'extremely beautiful girl from han river'.

[ggsxhayoung-blog]

█ ▌ down on my luck — hy + kb

( — mornings weren’t always a strong point for dear hayoung, nor was it like her to put herself into a position where there would be room for error. for the sake of a corrected schedule, however, she had to do it, as email servers were down and they’d rather her have it in paper instead. sliding her glasses back up by its bridge while walking, she’s staring at the screen of her phone mindlessly, scrolling her music library for a song — she’d forgotten her ipod! — and whilst doing so, she doesn’t see where she’s going; not once has she lifted her head (because relying on peripheral vision is such a good idea!) until she’s walked right into a figure — then her head cranes up to see who she’s collided into. other than the repetitive oh shit's on repeat in her mind, the first thing she notes of the other is bright pink hair. she shakes her head and her mouth opens— ) 

fuck, i am so sorry! 

( —before she backs up within arms length, prepared to run. today wasn’t looking to be a bright one. )

[ggsxkimbo]

{ * kimbo vaguely registers a body colliding into hers as she stares off into the distance, trying to make out what looks like a couple fighting next to a window in a nearby building. they look like tiny figures in an animated movie rather than real, actual living people. it's funny how perspective can warp reality, it's amazing, in fact, and she's pondering on that fact when she's crashed into } oopsy daisy. { * she mumbles to herself, she must've fucked up again while she had zoned out of her surroundings. that's what she thinks, until she hears an apology? an apology? } oh, what? { * she stares blankly at the other girl, not grasping the situation } why are you apologizing to me? i thought i should apologize to you? 

[xxxxjongup-deactivated20150114]

* lonely again , mju&kba

*/ jongup doesn’t know a lot of things about this math assignment he’s doing, but what he does know is that the girl sitting a few feet from him is very noisy and distracting. it’s not that her voice is horrible, it’s just that she’s sort of disturbing the peace he came all the way out here for. people would have thrown her dirty looks or told her to shush—but jongup was much nicer than that. and much more filled with natural cleverness. he walks over and sits opposite her. cute guy with his books and a friendly smile—in the sun he looks like an angel with the light  playing on his skin and making his eyes sparkle. / hi. */ he puts his books down on the table and reopens them / what do you major in?

[ggsxkimbo]

{ * it's a pity when she hears the start of her favourite song and someone walks over to her. it's worse when he opens his mouth and starts talking. that means she has to respond to him and carry a conversation. she doesn't want to, not particularly, right now. but the least she's picked up from her lessons with a psychiatrist is that she can't keep ignoring people when they talk to her, unless it's someone like kyungsoo oppa who understands her. she stops the music coming from her phone and looks at him mournfully } i major in mathematics. { * she looks down at the schoolwork she's supposed to be finishing and sighs deeply, remembering that she has responsibilities. how nice would it be to not have to bother about these things? }

[ggsxkimbo]

* let me wash your hair , dks ♥ kba

[vntichrists]

                    {‘ the very moment where the door snaps open, his pupils meet hers, and there’s a softening smile at his lips. he wants to grin, kyungsoo’s sure that he wants toー but it’s her long arms that encircle him with a light impact of her weight thrown against hisー that kept him rattled. a quiet, 'oof' elicits from his throat, spacing himself from the door to support them both on his feet. his phone’s uncomfortably in the center of his palm, and it makes his arms wrapped around her feel a little bit discomforting. her lavender-tinted hair tickles his nose, and kyungsoo inhales the sweet scent ofー ah, he thinks. so that’s what it was. she was scented of magnolias and vanillasー accommodated with hints of berries. he’s held her not once, twice, or three times; but countless of times to memorize how flatteringly she fits in his embrace. he runs the pads of his fingers down her spine, locking his wrists just above her hips. she kisses him onceー short, but nevertheless sweet. his lips respond naturally, and there’s a pleasant tingle lurking to form a gradual smile. they’re both inches away from the entrance of her apartment, out in the balmy halls, but he doesn’t seem to mind }

                    hey. {‘ー is all that he says. a brief greeting, but hushed in his words. kyungsoo gazes into her eyes once, and there’s never been a moment where he’s not seen as his reflection. he mirrors her toothy grin, and leans forward to give their noses a little nuzzle } i’ve missed youー quite more than i should, actually. we live in the same country, let alone the same city, and most importantly, the same skies. {‘ he suddenly thinks that he’s rambling endlessly about missing her, the skies, and things that don’t prove much irrelevance. kyungsoo chuckles; lips turned downwards to feign a crooked smile } i don’t know what else i’m trying to prove to you other than the fact that …. this feels nice.

[ggsxkimbo]

{ * she laughs at his rambling as she drags him into the apartment, fingers interlaced with his. her eyes dart to a flash of light from the window, distracting her momentarily, but she hears the sound of his voice and like emerging from water, she tunes back to what he's saying } if you missed me that much then you should've come and look for me earlier. why did you wait so long to come find me? { * the words could be expressed reproachfully, but there's nothing in her tone to indicate that. all she sounds is questioning, genuinely, without judgement }

nice is such a vague word to use. { * she opines as she flops down onto the plush couch, smiling } this shirt is nice. these shoes are nice. your hair is nice. that professor is nice. the janchi guksu at the family diner campus is nice. { * she shrugs and makes a space between her legs on the couch, patting the spot for him to join her } all those things are nice, but you know how different they all are. { * tucking a cushion behind her back, she thinks back to how kyungsoo oppa was just rambling about missing her a minute ago }

{ as much as she loves him, she would never able to do the same for him. she doesn't know how to put her feelings into words and keep her thoughts in a constant, consistent stream. she doesn't know how to lead on and on about the same thing, her mind wanders and she'll think about something else before she can express everything she feels about him. and there's so much about her feelings towards him that have build up to a volume where the words in her vocabulary just aren't rich enough to describe them } i have to cook, don't i? { * she's not dreading it, but this is just how she speaks }

[ggsxkimbo]

* take a snapshot , lhb&kba

{ * kimbo idles alone in cafe express as she waits for hongbin to show up at their arranged meeting place. she looks at the package she has on the table, wrapped up in bubble and tucked into a sturdy cardboard box. one of the best things about web surfing is when you click and click and click and click and end up on a link entirely irrelevant to what you first started out with. that's how she has this certified vintage camera that she'd only taken out once to double check for its authenticity with her, ready to be presented to her friend. stirring her hazelnut caramel latte, she stares out the window like a forlorn puppy and taps her feet on the ground }

[ggsxkimbo]

* about to blow , pb&kba

{ * it's her favourite seat in school, the bench near the weird trees that smell like ass occasionally with a cool breeze most afternoons even in hot summer and rarely anyone to distract her because of the ass-smelling trees. her books are laid out in front of her for homework and she has a leisure reading book thrown in somewhere in the mix. she's supposed to be productive right now, but today's not a good day. her thoughts are jumping all over the place and she feels restless. she's taken a stroll around her table 10 times, but her legs still shake and she keeps reaching out for something to play with. the hem of her netted cropped top is worried thin, her lips dry and cracked because of how much she's chewed on them. her temper is about to blow }

[ggsxkimbo]

* thirty sexy , mt&kba

Kimbo has a certain sense of admiration for people who are driven, motivated and committed to a cause. There's a level of dedication and focus that is required to keeping hobbies, joining clubs or having hobbies that she'll never have in her life. That's why she's been watching someone lately, albeit a bit creepily, but that's not the point. It's not like she blows Kyungsoo oppa off on dates just to come watch this guy, so she's not hit a level of low that should be concerning yet, right?

It's just that Mark Tuan is incredibly into baseball and basketball, in a way that makes it hard to just walk by him and not feel that aura of determination radiating off of him. Kimbo fires off a discreet ( re: not at all ) text to Kyungsoo oppa about that 'one dude who plays basketball and baseball!!!! and he's so cool????' while she sort of peeps and hovers around him. She looks away for one moment to send the message proper and when she looks up, she feels a collision and she's bumped into— Mark Tuan.

"Oh," is all she says before she giggles and sidesteps him.

[ggsxjongdae-deactivated20150331]

room for one more troubled soul ; kjd + kimbo

it started with a joke during one of glee club’s weekly meetings, which was primarily about their moderator’s (yet again) rants of how the amount of members are drastically decreasing every semester. this isn’t anyone’s fault, really, because usually people who are in college wouldn’t want any excess load (read: clubs) for their already burdensome schedule. jongdae himself doesn’t even know why he’s here, listening to his moderator as she showed off her “really appealing flyers” the members should hand out by lunch. he taps the surface of his desk impatiently, half groaning because this is their mod’s fault in the first place thinking it’s your job to fucking recruit, don’t pass your shit to us.

but despite how much jongdae curses half of everyone inside the room, the amount of time and effort he’s potetially wasting, jongdae doesn’t have any plans of leaving. clubs are nothing but headaches, sure, and jongdae isn’t really the most cheerful one in the batch (which is kind of ironic because the word glee doesn’t even describe him). there are tons of reasons, but he doesn’t leave.

"we’re all doing this because we want to sing, right?" their moderator flashes another cheesy smile whilst handing a couple on each row. jongdae heaves a sigh, taking twenty something photocopied papers and immediately inserting them inside his file case. "good luck, everyone! let’s make our little family grow."

family

jongdae’s muttering under his breath once again, this time wishing he had worn something lighter than what he’s wearing right now. while the dark color of his hoodie isn’t really helping much in keeping him less irritated by the sun’s heat, he’s forced to roll the sleeves back so as to make his skin breathe. several cuts from last week are slightly embossed, pinkish red in hue compared to the older lines — some already in the process of scarring. jongdae doesn’t even care anymore, so whenever he passes a paper, some of the student would give him a look and just completely ignore the offer. ugh, i didn’t sign up for any of this.

someone walks to his direction, a girl. “hey, you!” jongdae doesn’t even bother anymore (because fuck introductions, really). “you look like you could sing,” and right on cue, he presents the flyer to the girl. jongdae plasters a smile on his face, “please take your time to consider this. i’ll take you to starbucks if i have to just please —” he notions for the paper, waiting for it to be taken. “just take the flyer.”

[ggsxkimbo]

Summer time means summer clothes. She's wearing a white tank top and a light blue denim coloured boyfriend tshirt over it, along with a pair of short shorts that end just beneath the curve of her butt. It's way too hot to be existing right now, but she has a lull between her classes and nothing to do. She's already sent texts to everyone she can think of and now all that's left is to wander the school aimlessly like a ghost. 

She has no expectations of finding entertainment for herself, so she's pleasantly surprised when someone addresses her out of the blue. "Hey, you too," she raises an eyebrow questioningly as he starts talking to her. He's smiling, but he doesn't seem happy and he stuffs a flyer into her face. She's about to turn her eyes onto it when she sees the marks on his wrist, unnatural lines all over what should be unblemished skin.

"What are those?" she asks before she can filter it out of her brain. It's not polite to probe, she can hear someone chiding her in her head and she shakes it. Too late to take back what she's already done, the only choice she's left with is to roll with her mistakes coolly. "I heard Starbucks, will you buy me an iced green tea latte?" She takes the flyer, but she's more interested about the guy in front of her than what he's advertising to her. What is he advertising to her?

[staybythekidlaroi]

김보아입니다. @boa870114

[ggsxkimbo]

* defensive tactics , gjh&kba

[notggsxjunhee-blog]

She huffs and marches up towards Kimbo’s seat, obviously not buying her answer. Ignoring the stares from the other students, she pulls an empty chair and seats herself beside her little pink haired friend, hands crossing across her chest. “No.” She rejects curtly as she frowns at her, like a mother disapproving their babies’ misconduct. “I saw it from the gossip girl blog. And we all know these thing doesn’t just pop out of thin air.”

Taking the other’s cheek with her hands gently and bringing their face close, she looks into her eyes, gaze filled with worry. “Has anyone bothered you?”

[ggsxkimbo]

Kimbo lets Junhee do what she wants to, the other girl has always been a bit of a whirlwind of emotions and actions that Kimbo has never been able to understand. The concern being demonstrated to her warms her heart though, it's reassuring to know that people care about her so much. Sadly, in this case, it's misguided. She doesn't remember anyone bullying her and Junhee's hands on her face startles her. Her eyes widen and she looks around for help, before remembering no one in her class right now actually likes or talks to her.

"Junhee, I don't know what you saw from the Gossip Girl blog, but whatever it is, it's not real?" she struggles to remember any kind of incident that could be misconstrued as bullying, but she's hitting blanks. "I'm really okay, I wouldn't let anyone bully me," she reaches up to pull Junhee's hands away gently so that she can turn back to her work. "Do you want to help me with homework instead?"