𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃𝐒,
* 06:54 PM / GANGNAM, SEOUL, KOREA.
* WITHIN HINATA’s VILLA / AT THE DINNER TABLE.
* WRITTEN, WITH LOVE, FOR YAMAMOTO DAISUKE.
𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝟒𝟖 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓, but when the decorative bowls were placed on the table in perfect order, and the delectable aroma of her homemade tonkotsu style ramen colored the air, she felt at peace ; the weather outside was frigid cold, so she was overjoyed to know that she, and her beloved younger brother, were going to be locked indoors—in the warmth—for the rest of the night. she had made sure to almost overdo herself tonight with the amount of delicacies she prepared, because in her opinion, daisuke deserved nothing short of the very best. he was often homesick, so she wanted to give him a little piece of kobe if she could. sure, she’d never be her mother, but overall, she was trying to give him a sense of family that neither of them had had for awhile. some might argue that their group members had become like family to them, and while that’s true, it isn’t the same as being able to see a mother, a father, or other siblings, on a daily basis. luckily the two of them had one another in seoul, and she knew that, even though they weren’t exactly on the other side of the world from their mom, dad, ichika, and itsuki, they were able to find comfort in one another. were they codependent ? she wouldn’t say so, but this whole experience being idols in the korean entertainment industry brought them closer than ever before. in a lot of senses, they had a lot of the same problems, and they could understand one another on a deeper level now, especially since both of them were artists represented by bc entertainment. so, she was happy that they both had time in their schedules to come together for a meal, and to catch up, after having been traveling, and caught up in business, for quite sometime now.
removing the apron that she wore to keep her outfit clean, she hung it up in its usual place, and ambled over to the table to set down two glasses of water, as well as a small bottle of hot sake to accompany their food. almost every piece of their dinner was set down, and all she needed now as for her not-so-little brother to join her. he didn’t live too far from where she did, so she knew that it wouldn’t be too long before he was knocking at her door. in the meantime, she sat at the table and checked her phone for emails—her company wanting her to get more involved in variety works. she knew that, out of all aspects of her occupation, that she could excel in being a personality who hosts shows, or who is apart of the main cast of series that would accentuate her personality. however, she wasn’t sure if she was ready to embark on that journey within korea. it was hard for her to embark on her own journey into voice acting, but she wanted her management team to understand where she was coming from with that. hopefully, they’d be able to work something out for her soon. with that, she archived all of the messages that weren’t important, and responded to those that were urgent, before sitting back languidly in her seat—allowing herself time to meditate before she had to get up and answer the door.
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