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@gnminjae-blog
hi everyone ! this is a small note to say i will be on vacation from now till august 23. since i’m going on a cruise and won’t have access to wifi most of the time, i won’t be able to respond to threads or ims during this point but i will be back after that ! if you need me urgently for something, your best bet is to reach me on twitter on the 11th or 12th, aka before any important activities start. otherwise, see you in like 10 days !
video games and no chill;
gnmika:
( ... )
Still chuckling (mostly to himself, because Minjae seemed to be working through this entire situation in his head still), he picks up the PS4 controller and nudges the system to turn on.
“… Don’t mind me! Seriously. I won’t sneak around your room or whatever. You’re staring at me very weirdly right now. Maybe you should go drink some water. Or you can watch me play!”
minjae supposes that, in some way, mika was trying to be considerate. that really doesn’t make any of this better, but it gives him less of a reason to put the house into zombie lockdown mode once mika leaves. or like, baby proof all the locks or something to turn this place into a fortress that won’t be easily burgled. he can handle an overly-considerate friend, he thinks. he hopes. minjae tries to remember that talk about boundaries and fails. “um, thanks? my grandparents are light sleepers.”
he’s a little embarrassed about his room; yejin, erina, and jiho are all used to the mess ( even if yejin does bug him to clean ), so he doesn’t feel too bad about letting them in. this is not the kind of first ( second? third? ) impression he wants to make on someone he doesn’t know all that well, even if mika says he doesn’t mind. minjae should at least make sure his underwear is hidden. “i’m… usually better, i promise,” he says, trying to wrestle his closet shut. but he stops when he processes mika’s words and straightens up. “you lived in a hotel…?” minjae wants to ask why, but that might be prying. he lets the question fizzle out.
OH, right. minjae smacks his forehead. obviously. “where should we hide it then?” he asks. mika clearly has some experience with cliches. and you know, minjae would like to keep their spare key safe so they don’t die. that would be amazing. no death.
he doesn’t know why mika is laughing, but minjae forces out a small chuckle alongside him. it’s better to be in the joke than not, right? even if you don’t really… get it… he’s about to offer to turn the ps4 on, but mika makes himself at home disturbingly fast, leaving minjae feeling lost as he stands in the middle of his own room and looks on. “oh, uh, sorry.” he shakes his head, breaking himself out of his thoughts. “sorry, i didn’t mean to stare—um, i have god of war in right now so let me just get outlast for you.” crouching beside his stack of games, he shuffles through until he finds what mika wants to play.
once it’s in, minjae still doesn’t really know what to do. like, does he follow guest etiquette here? “do you want me to get you something to eat? or drink? i think we have… juice. water. also pears if you’re into that.” he’s rambling now but he feels like he needs to do something. “i wasn’t really… doing anything before you got here but—i can leave if you want to play in private! i’ll just go… outside…” oh, but it’s hot. he really doesn’t want to.
watermelAWN
@gnyejin
yejin tries to not look anyone in the eye after printing a whole picture of minjae’s face out in the local bookstore. not in the mood to explain any of that to anyone. especially not after she draws cute little hearts on his cheeks, and definitely not when she tapes it onto…a watermelon? yeah, maybe she’s trying her best to customize a gift to her best friend and maybe she’s failing. leave her alone!
cradling the fruit under her arm, wrapped in a towel to hide its contents, yejin walks up to where minjae is sitting by the pool.
"jae-ah, close your eyes for a moment,“ she requests, stifling her giggle the best she could. this was going to be good.
when he complies, she sets the watermelon down on the table and unwraps it, ignoring the looks of confusion from jiho and erina.
her city now.
"oookay…and, open!” she grins, stepping back from her masterpiece.
and now she waits.
ah, summer fun.
minjae’s glad his friends convinced him to come to the pool. the cool water is a nice change from the sweltering heat, even though he’s reluctant to move beyond just dipping his legs into the pool. he did make sure to rent water wings and a gigantic neon green pool noodle, but minjae’s worried about potentially drowning—and yes, this is a hotel pool and not that deep to begin with, but the water is a strange and dangerous place. besides, this way he can play cooking mama on his ancient ds in peace.
as luck would have it, the ds dies halfway through him cooking croquettes, forcing minjae to put it away and enjoy the pool with the masses. he stretches his arms over his head, water wings squeaking as he moves, and squints at the water like it’s going to eat him. “hyung, it’s safe, right?” he asks jiho, but when he turns back to look at his friends, he can’t help but notice that yejin is gone. “hey, wait, where did yejin go?”
he doesn’t have to wonder long. minjae hears her before he sees her and obediently closes his eyes when she asks him to. “uh, wait, please don’t push me into the pool,” he says nervously. minjae trusts yejin won’t take advantage of him like that, but he still feels the need to put that out there. what else could she possibly want, though? maybe like, this is a prank? or is it his birthday and he forgot about it? minjae begins the sweat, only letting out a sigh of relief when yejin tells him to open his eyes.
it’s… a watermelon. she went to get him a watermelon? wait, it’s a watermelon with his face taped to it. a MINJAE-MELON. he gasps. “you got me a watermelawn? a real life WATERMELON?” minjae hecking loves watermelon to death. “what—but why? is it my birthday?” a thought strikes him. “is it your birthday?”
💓
» 💓: a memory about their friends | not accepting !»( also asked by @gnhaneul )
minjae has a lot of memories he’d like to share about his friends. it’s hard to pick just one to talk about, and he spends an inordinately long amount of time thinking about the question. finally, he settles on one he thinks is appropriate for the season. “okay, um. earlier, yejin got me a watermelon as a present! she taped my face to it and it felt weird to eat it on my own, so i called eri and jiho hyung over to enjoy it with me.” he ducks his head and laughs. the minjae-melon was really weird, but cute too ! “we crushed it, like pow, and then ate. i choked on a few seeds but i’m still okay.” he coughed them up in the end, anyway. “i want to do something like that again soon.” summer should be about building memories, and minjae wants to create more with his friends.
♥ MEME 01: MEMORIES!
“send me one of the hearts below for a specific kind of memory from my muse!”
answers can be as short or as long as you’d like; this meme is worth 1 point for each answer, and the sender can also collect 1 point when their ask is posted! please tag your posts as meme:01 for easy reference!
remember to send if you want to receive! play nice, everyone!
reposted so we can keep better track of who is participating; credits to @rp-meme-glaceon!
❤️- A happy memory that makes them smile
💙- A sad memory that makes them cry
💛- A memory that makes them feel angry
💚- A memory that makes them feel guilty
💜- A memory about one of their loved ones, happy or sad
💔- A memory that leaves them feeling lonely
❣- A memory that leaves them laughing
💕- A memory about their significant other
💞- A memory about their children
💓- A memory about their friends
💗- A memory about a good deed they did
💖- A memory that made them feel special
💝- A memory that made them feel loved
💘- A memory that gets their heart pounding
💟- Wildcard!!!
hi friends ! i want to get more threads going, so consider this a starter call. please comment below with a word or location if you’d like me to write you one. capping these at five (5) because anything over that and i probably won’t be able to do it OTL. thank you in advance !!
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gnyejin:
( ... )
she’s the third out of the hall, looking around hastily only to find her best friend standing there waiting for her like a cute puppy.
“minjae-ah! i’m sorry for the wait,” she whines, lowering her voice now that they weren’t apart. “i would’ve snuck out if i could—” she spies the bag in his hand, the smell finally reaching her. “oh- isn’t that…?”
he doesn’t mind the wait.
he doesn’t mind the wait, even if his feet are starting to ache and his arms are kind of numb and he’s getting really tired of fruit ninja but can’t switch over to words with friends. minjae doesn’t mind the wait as long as it’s for yejin, because this is just an occupational hazard of being best friends and he’s just better with her. so yeah, he’d wait hours if he had to, but luckily, he doesn’t. his expression brightens as she bursts out of the classroom, and he quickly pockets his phone before jogging over to her.
“hey.” his greeting is equal parts relieved and happy. “busy class?” there’s always one professor who just can’t shut up in each major, to be honest. “i haven’t been waiting long! don’t worry about me. studying always comes first.” minjae is lying through his teeth and does a pretty crappy job of it too, but the last thing he wants is for yejin to feel guilty because of him. how long her class runs isn’t something she can control, anyway. “besides, i’m still standing, so it’s all good!” as if to prove his point, he gives her a slightly shaky thumbs up.
and—oh yeah, the food. with a proud smile on his face, he hands the bag over to yejin. “i figured you’d be hungry and this is easier than standing in line so… tah-dah! i got your usual.” the smell coming from the take-out bag is intoxicating, and he can hear his stomach rumble as it floats over to him. “i think it’s still warm, so—” wait, crap. he accidentally drank the drink that came with this particular combo. yejin probably doesn’t have to know ( he could totally get away with it ), but minjae is awful at keeping secrets. “sorry! sorry, i drank your drink while waiting—i’ll buy you a new one, okay?”
video games and no chill;
gnmika:
( ... )
“I won’t break anything. Promise.” His eyes crinkle when he smiles. The other part of his brain is telling him to go and sit down on the couch, but even Mika has his limits. He should probably wait for Minjae to actually confirm before he moves (even though Mika can’t imagine why he would ever say No.)
on the long list of THINGS ABOUT GAENARI THAT ARE WEIRD, this is like, definitely somewhere near the top. minjae’s not about to have a breakdown, but he’s edging closer to something like a panic attack with each passing second. the unanswered questions pile up between them like a feeble grey elephant in the room ( he says feeble, because the only time he ever saw an elephant was at the zoo and the poor girl was sick, so, he doesn’t have a lot else to compare to ). he needs an explanation—not just for himself, but something to feed his grandparents should they walk into the living right about now.
because a relative stranger in your house? that’s freaky even for gaenari.
luckily, mika is willing to provide him with answers. and exercise, apparently, but minjae’s reflexes are too slow to catch the spare key mika throws him. it hits him square in the forehead, then falls to the ground. rubbing the sore spot, minjae bends down to retrieve it. “um, but why were you looking under our mat to begin with?” he’s proud of himself for asking that question. he’s pretty sure guests aren’t supposed to go searching for a spare key to let themselves in if no one answers. isn’t that what doorbells are for?
“oh.” minjae is genuinely speechless. he doesn’t mind that mika wants to use his ps4 to play outlast—after all, minjae literally invited him over to do that—but he does kind of mind the whole ‘breaking-and-entering’ thing. “actually i… i mean, yeah, of course you can stay! i’m not doing anything else right now. but, er, could you please call and maybe ring the doorbell in the future?” for his sanity and his blood pressure, or minjae might just die of shock at the unripened age of nineteen.
he pockets the key and makes a mental note to find a new hiding spot for it later—maybe under a flower pot or something? “well, my ps4 is in my room, so… this way.” ducking his head, he leads mika to his room and tries to shove most of the mess under his bed. he fails; it’s basically still where it started: on the floor. “sorry about the mess… i really didn’t expect any company.”
gnjiho:
gnyejin·:
gnerina·:
[ riri ➝ 👻 ]
↳ hey, you know i’m in!! ↳maybe some… sun will be good for a hermit like me ↳ oh come on! what does that buzzfeed article know??? ↳ i’m sure no one is gonna judge B) ↳ oh, ice cream, huh? you’ll be my favorite person ever if it’s chocolate chip.
[ ✉ ➝ fucking NERDS ] ↳ oppa don’t you fucking dare ↳ especially if my phone is on me because you WILL pay for a new one ↳ and JAE NO why did you go reading those stupid articles again i told you they’re dumb :((( ↳ you look absolutely fine okay!!! ( attached image ) ↳ riri’s riright! ↳ 👉😎👉
( sms — babysitter’s club ✊😔 )
— buzzfeed for real doesn’t know shit minjae. if they saw you they’d probably revise the article 👊 — can i get an AMEN COME ON SOMEBODY — anyway nvm minjae hyung will buy the ice cream. you just bring a ziploc bag for me to put jinnie’s phone in — this is a good opportunity for everyone (erina) to see some sun
( sms ➝ ☀️ ) ↪ operation: get eri some sun (*•̀ᴗ•́*)و ̑̑ ↪ but guys buzzfeed are the prophets of this generation ↪ i guess... i can wear a hawaiian shirt? ↪ i like patterns ↪ i’ll bring four (4) for all of us ↪ do you guys know how much entry costs? ↪ and rental for one of those noodle things!
gnjiho:
gnyejin·:
[ ✉ queen yej 🍊 ➝ fucking NERDS ]
↳ hey guys guys ↳pool this saturday ↳y/y? ↳ it’s sooooo hot we gotta go
( sms — babysitter’s club ✊😔 )
— ok but — who’s bribing me with ice cream — and paying for the ice cream to console yej after i inevitably throw her in when she’s least expecting it
( sms ➝ ☀️ ) ↪ i want to but ↪ according to this buzzfeed article ↪ i don’t have the perfect poolside bod ↪ (｡•́︿•̀｡) ↪ i’ll buy the ice cream though! ↪ i can be errand boy
miami heat🌴🏖️
( sms ) minjae ( sms ) my boy ( sms ) you know how your last name's ryu ( sms ) and idk, i'm not sure what clan you're from but ( sms ) can you show your parents a picture of ryujehong and ask if they recognize him
( sms ➝ 🐧 )↪ er↪ i can? i guess?↪ but i did a pretty detailed family tree project in grade five↪ and i didn’t find any mention of mr. jehong↪ gods can’t be related to mere mortals ↪˓˓(ᑊᘩᑊ⁎)
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» a starter for @gnyejin
this is awkward.
minjae pretends to be engrossed on his phone as people pass him by. he’s really just trying to play fruit ninja with one hand, but that is close to impossible even with his higher-than-average skills. sure, the game doesn’t require a lot of brain power, though it does require the kind of coordination he can’t have when holding yejin’s lunch in one hand. just the food, because he sort of finished her drink on his own while trapped in the hallway for the last fifteen… twenty minutes? waiting for yejin’s class to end.
they’re supposed to do lunch together, as always, but yejin’s class ran a little late and minjae was already at the front of the line. since he has her order memorized, he figured it was worth it to just get the food and wait for yejin. she’d pay him back for it later. at least, minjae’s pretty sure yejin’s going to pay him back, but he can never actually work up the nerve to ask. regardless, he doesn’t actually mind. even if it’s getting kind of heavy… heavy and the smell is really starting to kill him.
he’s hungry. and that’s partly his fault. he should’ve had the foresight to buy his own lunch along with yejin’s, but the thought slipped his mind and he doesn’t think he can leave to get back in line, nor does he particularly want to. he just hopes yejin comes out soon and they ( she? ) can eat. and so that people can stop looking at him funny for playing deliveryman.
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[ ✉ ➝ 🤖 ] saw con deez nuts
( sms ➝ 🐹 ) ↪ ok? ↪ where can i find ↪ deez nuts ↪ (^～^)
guide me,
gnwoori:
( ... )
the wish is the last solid thought woori has before allowing herself to daydream about what-ifs again. hands jam into pockets, head begins to bob to the beat, and eyes turn slightly glassy as she strolls on autopilot, surroundings becoming less and less noticeable. it’s why the impact of another body walking into hers is such a shock, sending her back a couple steps—and back to reality. she absently reaches for her falling earbud, wrenched free from the collision, and gives a blank stare to the stranger. when her thoughts finally catch up, all she can say is a belated, “oh. sorry about that.”
another fruitful day of catching pokemon!
or it would be if a) it wasn’t really, really hot and b) he didn’t already own most of the pokemon in town. as things stand right now, he’s not sure he really accomplished anything over the past three hours aside from accidentally gotten some exercise. logically, minjae knows he’s going to have to expand his horizons if he wants to diversify his team, but that would require… exploration. possibly tripping. maybe even a really bad fall that leaves him with a broken arm or leg. a broken rib. how do you fall badly enough to break a rib?
it’s better to stick to town. one major benefit is the fact that he can walk around the streets with his attention on his phone and not get into a major catastrophic accident. he has the town layout mapped into his brain from… well, a lifetime of living here and all that time he spent walking dogs in high school. he’s like a whale using echolocation to move around, except without opening his mouth and using… okay, the simile is broken, but minjae is confident he won’t bump into anyone—he hasn’t, up till now!
no sooner does the thought cross his mind that minjae slams into someone, nearly dropping his phone in surprise. “oh! oh no, i’m so sorry.” he manages to retain his grip on his phone, even as he stumbles back a couple of steps and nearly falls flat on his butt. “i’m—no, it was my fault.” minjae doesn’t deserve any apologies for almost mowing someone down in the middle of the street. “uh, i’m, i’m sorry if i hurt you or anything. are you okay? i’m sorry!”
video games and no chill;
gnmika:
( ... )
Nudging back the mat back with his shoe, he rolls his eyes, mostly in fondness. “Of course.” He snatches up the key. “Just like the movies.” The key fits in perfectly and Mika tiptoes inside, slipping off his shoes and shutting the door as quietly as possible behind him.
“Minjae,” he whispers, peering around the corner into the living room. “Hey! Sorry for coming over so suddenly. Can I use your PS4?”
it’s stupidly hot.
minjae figures only the sweet release of death can deliver him from this heat, but the thought of like, dying and stuff is kinda dark and terrifying so maybe not. but he is, quite literally, cooking in this house, like that one western fairy tale about the witch that got… well, she was shoved in an oven, so maybe it’s not the same, but he thinks he can understand her peril right now. even with the fan on full blast and every window open, he can feel sweat beading on his nose, his upper lip, on his back—nearly every uncomfortable crevice of his body. his shirt sticks to him, damp and heavy, limiting his movements.
this is the kind of weather you nap in, he thinks, sprawled on the floor. and he would, since he has no summer classes today ( and his phone is dead so no reason to go outside either ), but his grandparents are home and the last thing he wants is to get caught sleeping should they poke their head into his room unannounced. lying on the floor while staring at the ceiling is hardly better, but minjae can recover more quickly from that. offer to do something around the house or run an errand before they get mad.
but he’s—he’s a little bored and tired, fighting against his heavy eyelids to stay awake. it’s too hot to move or even play video games and his brain is working pretty sluggishly. so sluggishly that he doesn’t register the small click! of their front door shutting behind someone until a few moments later. “ma?” pushing himself up into a sitting position, he scoots over and sticks his head out of his bedroom. “is that you?” his mother isn’t a quiet person, though. she’d make an entrance banging pots and pans if she could. it can’t be his dad either; he won’t be back till the evening. which means...
maybe… they’re being robbed.
minjae wants to laugh at the thought. someone breaking and entering in gaenari? into the ryu house, of all places? no one would dare. still, he should probably investigate before his retired grandparents have to. with a groan, he gets up and pads over to the living room expecting to find that the noise was a figment of his imagination or something. instead, he gets a tall stranger standing in the middle of his living room.
minjae’s mouth opens—to yell, to ask a question, to do something, but no sound comes out and he closes it again. “wh—” who is… what are… how did… oh wait, he knows this guy. it takes a couple of seconds for minjae to pinpoint the intruder as someone he’d met at university, a gaenari resident who seemed to be interested in games. minjae invited him over to use his ps4 sometime, but when he told mika to come over “anytime!” he meant like… after calling first?
“uh, mika? what are you doing here?” laughing nervously, minjae scratches his ear. “uh, not that it’s not cool to see you or anything! but why are you—how did you get in? how long have you been here?” this is the start to a horror movie or something, even if mika is a… ‘friend.’
[ ✉ ➝ 🤖] jae [ ✉ ➝ 🤖] are you going to saw con this year?
( sms ➝ 🐹 )↪ um↪ no?↪ what’s saw con?↪ is jiho hyung going?
