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fortune favours the bold.

[hyunjintm]

tmyurim​:

(...💌...)

this isn’t the first incident like this and definitely not the first time yurim’s been hit in the back of her head, but hyunjin is a strong server it seems. that’ll be a plus to the team, but if the younger female continues to miss serving the ball actually over the net then who knows. perhaps it’ll only lead to more injuries or five minute breaks like the one yurim thinks she deserves right now.

yurim’s nod is all hyunjin needs to sprint to her bag, fish her wallet out, and yell a “stay right here, unni! i’ll be back in a lickety-split!” as she legs it out of the gym. too bad the vending machine seems to be against the yuhyun agenda, and refuses to dispense what hyunjin’s bought. sighing, she gently knocks on the glass. “hey, mr. machine... hurry up, please... yurimie-unnie’s hurting and i feel bad.” 

the machine doesn’t budge.

so hyunjin kicks it until there’s the sound of something dropping, and she fishes the fruits of her labour out, grinning like the cat that got the cream. it’s a brisk walk back to the gym, and she throws open the door, announcing her presence with an obnoxiously loud “I’M BACK! the machine was being mean and took fooooorever.”

[hyunjintm]

hiya folks! please like this if you’d like to plot/thread for the beach week event, and i’ll hit you up in ims/discord!

[hyunjintm]

sanghyuktm​:

(...💌...)

“Plus, you’re the one studying hard here. I think you earned yourself dibs on choosing what we’re eating.”

hyunjin briefly considers correcting him-- she didn’t mean the sweater, but the 20 minutes he’d mentioned. something (someone?) that sounds suspiciously like mean math classmate tells her not to, though, and she chirps a cheerful “thank you, hyukie-oppa!”, crinkling her eyes up into a smile that’s been described by many as ‘annoyingly adorable’, which is very on-brand for her. 

it takes an inordinate (and honestly, embarrassing) amount of time to roll the sleeves up to a point where she regains the ability to do anything with her hands. hyunjin’s not sure it’ll actually be okay-- had she been studying hard or hardly studying? she could not, in good faith, answer that-- but it sure beats wasting away alone in the library, and she shoots him a thumbs up as a signal of her faith in him. tugging at his bag’s strap, she jerks her head towards the door in a ‘let’s get going’ motion. even her nose is cold-- she doesn’t know how that’s possible, but it is and hyunjin does not want to stay a second longer in the cursed place. 

they’re barely out of the entrance when hyunjin comes to a realisation. “i... need to clear my fridge out, actually, so i hope you’re hungry!” after living alone, one thing hyunjin’s realised about herself is that she gets overexcited and buys an excessive amount of groceries. this week’s haul? no exception, and she really has to get rid of her leftover perishables before the training camp.

[hyunjintm]

sanghyuktm​:

(...💌...)

He takes a few moments to think his plans through, then clears his throat. “Um. If you’d be up for it, how about we go get a bite to eat? I’ll help you study afterwards.” It’s not like he has anything as pressing as her exam waiting for him and if nothing else, his parents are going to be elated over a Hyunjin update. 

the sweater’s warm. 

hyunjin doesn’t read too much into it (as she would with... just about any other guy.), though-- it’s sanghyuk who she’s semi-grown up with, after all. pulling it on, she muffles out a “isn’t that... super long?” 

or maybe she’s just stupid. she’s sure unnamed classmate in her math class would attest to that. (she sneezed once, and he asked if idiots even caught colds. mean!) “i’ve been here since my class ended at...” she sits up, squinting at the screen of her ipad. “4.” and well, she has managed to revise-- but at what cost, emotionally? just the mention of math is enough to send her spiralling again.

hyunjin shuts her eyes, pressing her finger to her lips to hush sanghyuk. calling it by its name gives it power over her; it’s hyunjin potter versus voldemath, and she’s determined to come up victorious so she’ll be able to go for the training camp. still, the visual of a variable villain isn’t enough to cheer her up, and she lets her head knock back onto the table with a soft thud.

the offer of food, though? hyunjin only ever thinks about volleyball and her next meal. she perks up immediately, eyes curving into a smile. sweeping everything on the table into her bag haphazardly, she stands up, shouldering it. “call! what’re you feeling?” 

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ryujin- idol room

[hyunjintm]

tmeunwoo​:

─ TOSS?

@hyunjintm​

(...💌...)

“hyunjin!” he calls out to her, in absolute confidence and a surprisingly pleasant tone, “do you mind tossing a few for me?”

um.

hyunjin seriously considers just turning and walking out of the gym, but... it’s public property! she’d even done the assigned work for her class ahead of time the night before so she could spend more time practicing today!

so she squares her shoulders, huffing. it’s good practice, she tells herself. you should practice with others so you’re more versatile as a setter. maybe he’s some sort of super player that needs a special sort of spike you’ve never seen before.

sure! is what she means to say.

a choked noise that sounds a little like she’s swallowed a hairball is what comes out instead. 

ah, pride. it’ll be her downfall one of these days. at least she hadn’t asked him who the one hitting on her was now. 

hm. 

you know what? he needs his ego taken down a peg. or two. or twenty. and hyunjin’s more than happy to take one for the team. (ha!) she shifts her weight to one leg, almost dislocating her hip in the process of recreating a meme she’d seen. hyunjin quirks an eyebrow, placing a hand on her hip. “excuse me-- ah, never mind. i must’ve heard wrongly. it seemed like you--” she circles an accusing finger at eunwoo. “were talking to me.” hyunjin punctuates the last word by jabbing at herself. and adds in a flick of her hair for good measure. 

that’ll show him.

[hyunjintm]

tmlia​:

(...💌...)

at the mention of food, lia’s mood perked. trust food to catch her attention every single time. “bingsu? i want some too!” she was already gathering her books and placing them in her bag. “let’s go get bingsu. i swear i feel like the heat is gonna melt me soon.”

“bingsu.” hyunjin affirms with an nod, tone of voice ridiculously serious. they’re talking about shaved ice like they’re trying to negotiate a peace treaty-- but listen, hyunjin takes her food seriously. all thoughts of the training camp out of her mind for the time being, hyunjin pulls off an olympic-level gymnastic routine to wiggle out of bed and get to her fridge, wallpapered with takeout menus, humming an improvised song about pat and injeolmi as she searches for her favourite bingsu place. 

snatching it off the fridge, she hands the flyer to lia. “i wanna melon one! there’s no way you’re getting me out of my house right now, ma’am. you could cook an egg on the sidewalk, and i don’t wanna be barbequed hyunjinie before we even start summer vacation.” the weather’s terrible today, and hyunjin’s much too sticky for her own liking. pulling off her shirt, she calls out.

“gonna take a shower! order whatever you want. my card’s in my wallet-- mi casa is... um. yeah. make yourself at home.” 5 minutes break my ass.

[hyunjintm]

seyeontm​:

(...💌...)

Going by her last few words he assumed the nothing bit was probably the offending factor. “Everything okay?” He asked, drawing attention to his presence. “If you tell me where you lost that brat of yours–,” whatever that had been referring to; Seyeon wasn’t particularly smart but he doubted it was an actual child, “I can help you look for it.”

“noooooo...” hyunjin whines pitifully, squatting down and hugging her knees. “everything is not okay. it’s... whatever the furthest thing from okay is, seyeon-sunbae.” she pauses, trying to recall her english vocabulary. “not okay, you know? you know?” she’s aware how ridiculous it is to be this upset over a hair tie, but hyunjin’s in the business of making mountains out of molehills when it comes to things that Matter to her.

it occurs much too late to her that she hasn’t explained the identity of her brat. hyunjin holds up her wrist, where a matching blue hairtie is her choice of accessory for the evening. “it’s a pink hairtie that looks like this! but, like, less worn, because i only use it for games and i use this one for practice, like, everyday. it’s one of my jinxes, which i know is dumb, but like, i’ve had this for almost 4 years and just...” hyunjin throws her hands up, screeching much like a pterodactyl. “aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.”

[hyunjintm]

sanghyuktm​:

— in which a much needed break is taken. with @hyunjintm​

(...💌...)

“Hey, Ryu Hyunjin,” he whispered without thinking twice and carefully sat down next to his childhood friend. Things had been odd and a little awkward for a while now but that didn’t mean he’d just walk past her like that. “Hyunjinnie. You’re going to catch a cold if you sleep here.”

ryu hyunjin, spending her break week in the library studying, instead of playing volleyball?

look to your right, and you’ll see a pig fly past your window!

still, it’s not like she’s here by choice. anyone who’d spent more than 5 minutes with her would know that she’d really rather be... well, anywhere but here. unfortunately, she has a failed math test to make up, and about 15 more hours to figure out how exactly she’s going to pass. she’d studied with lia, sure, but the minute it’d ended? all the information she’d forcibly shoved into her brain during their tutoring sessions had left her brain. so having to retake her exam meant having to relearn all of that in an even shorter time.

time which she was wasting spending resting her eyes.

the voice is familiar enough she doesn’t have to open her eyes to know the identity of the owner. hyunjin knows him by heart, after all. "'m cold. 'n so tired. so tired, hyukie." hyunjin cracks open an eye, cheek smushed against her notebook. there's a little bit of drool on her homework assignment, which she slips under the notebook quickly before sanghyuk can take notice of it. 

“but i’m so stuuuuuuuuuuupid.”

[hyunjintm]

tmyurim​:

(...💌...)

she thinks she’s starting to see blue birds in her vision when she takes a seat onto the bleachers. her hand is wrapped around the back of her head as she shakes it a few times to make sure everything’s where it should be. “you’re fine. it happens to all of us, trust me. i think i hit the back of a senior’s head my freshmen year too. thankfully i won’t be shoving you into the locker room like she did to me.” it was mostly a joke as yurim tried to lighten up the mood. she hopes her light laughter helps though it doesn’t seem to do much. “i’m really fine. there’s no blood. that’s all that matters to me.” 

usually, her brain-to-mouth filter is nowhere to be found, but someone must have been watching over her, because hyunjin keeps herself from blurting something stupid about internal bleeding out. instead, she just adds a pair of kicked-puppy eyes from her aegyo arsenal to further her please-forgive-me agenda as she gingerly pats the side of yurim’s head. “ah, but still...” she wilts, lips pressing together as she racks her brains for a way to make it up to yurim. 

oh!

it’s like a lightbulb switches on, and you can see hyunjin physically perk up. “i can get you a ice bar from the vending machine, maybe? doubles as an icepack and a snack!” you’re a genius, ryu hyunjin! just how did you come up with something like that? give yourself a pat on the back! “please? i’d feel bad if i didn’t!” it’s also part of her devious 10-step plan to get closer to yurim-- everyone bonds over food, right?

[hyunjintm]

kitm​:

[ serving to.. @hyunjintm ]

(...💌...)

“You took so long! I was gonna get drenched by the rain if I stood here any further,” she scolded the other lightly, no ill intention detected behind her complaining, furrowing her brows together before glaring up at the overcast above them.

hyunjin’s not too big on the whole taking care of others. it’s not something she’s been on the receiving end of much-- missed out on that, thanks to her dad’s career as a high-flying prosecutor, and her mom ditching her in the middle of her formative years. (really, no hard feelings, dad-- love you and your disposable income!-- and a quick shout out to you, mom, for your parting gift of emotional trauma!) she doesn’t keep in touch with her juniors from school; hadn’t even spoken to them outside of volleyball, actually. she’s just not much of a caretaker, and she’s fine with that. 

letting others dote on her? sounds great! the other way around? eh. sounds fake. hyunjin doesn’t think she’s mature enough to be someone to rely on. an odd thing for a setter to say, but it is what it is.

or, well, was. hyunjin’d pulled up to ksu, expecting to be taken care of and doted on by her seniors. and instead, here she was. hyunjin Gets that she’s an early birth, but unnie? she’d just given the girl some advice a while back, and now kitae’d imprinted onto her like a newborn duckling. 

and oddly enough? hyunjin doesn’t mind it as much as she’d thought she would. (~Growth!~) “sorry, sorry! were you waiting long, ki?” hyunjin pouts, naturally linking her arm with the shorter’s. she knows kitae isn’t mad at her-- no one stays mad at her for long. she’s too cute for that! “the bus ahjussi took forever-- i seriously considered jumping out the window and just walking here myself.” she’d also been distracted by a tteokbokki street cart, but kitae didn’t need to know that.

[hyunjintm]

tmdaehyun​:

(...💌...)

“that would be me.” he confirmed with a nod. by now, all the other customers who’s attention had been drawn in by the girl’s screaming slowly returned to their own business again. “ryu hyunjin i’m assuming? and this must be your notebook?” he held the object up for a second before handing it to hyunjin, “i took good care of it, scouts honor”

making grabby hands at the pouch, hyunjin feels the 10 years she’d lost while it’d been missing get added back to her life as daehyun hands it over. she nods, unconsciously patting the pouch as if she’s comforting it. hyunjin’s so loving that it seems her affections extend even to inanimate objects. tucking it carefully into her tote, she shoots daehyun a thumbs up and a huge grin. “no, i trust you!”

really, isn’t the number one rule of, like, feminism, to not say you trust men within the first 5 minutes of meeting them? ryu hyunjin, is unfortunately, Not Like The Other Girls-- she’s an idiot. “do you wanna get a drink here? i heard their americano’s super good. or d’ya wanna get dinner? are you already hungry? what’re you in the mood for?” it’s a veritable barrage-- 20 questions, and she’s already used up a fifth of them.

[hyunjintm]

tmlia​:

(...💌...)

“i am not the supreme ruler of nerds!” taking notice of the math books in front of them and her assortment of notes she personally made for hyunjin, “am i?” lia took one look at hyunjin, immediately she regretted even asking that question. “you know what, don’t answer that. anyway, i’ve just been studying in the library and getting an hour or two of training in between. but i just want to eat barbecue after, that’s just what i’m looking forward to. how ‘bout you? excited for summer vacation?”

isn’t a brain normally vaguely volleyball-shaped? hyunjin ponders, but she keeps from verbalising the question. she’s not going to set herself up to be made fun of, thank you very much! she’d been an arts and not a science student while in high school-- not that she did particularly well in either field, anyway. it’d simply been the lesser of two evils, with less math involved.

hyunjin opens her mouth, about to voice her assent. she’s just about ready to sell her soul to lia for a passing grade for this exam-- if she couldn’t pass, she’d have to make it up until she did, and there’s no way in hell she’s missing even a second of the legendary summer training camp she’s heard so much about. she clamps it shut as lia instructs her to not answer, plastering a faux-innocent smile on her face. “wasn’t gonna say anything.” 

she absolutely was.

“heck yeah! i don’t wanna look at a book ever again. or well, for the next month, at least.” hyunjin stops her tossing, catching the ball with one hand and sitting up. “i wanna get bingsu, unnie.” right now goes unspoken, but heavily implied. “the sugar would be so good for my brain.” what brain?

[ryudaeng]

[4/∞ gifsets of Ryujin]

[chewberry]

“I am an incomplete person but a good one at heart.”

— Sarah Berhardt, from a letter to Jean-Mounet Sully wr. c. January 1874 (via violentwavesofemotion)

[hyunjintm]

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found these in my cloud from last year! it’s been months since i’ve had dark hair... and this pink is getting really old. thoughts?

@ksuvolleyball: when was the first pic taken? hyunjinie’s so pretty~    ↬ @hyunvely__: it’s my high school graduation picture~  

[hyunjintm]

tmyurim​:

(...💌...)

it takes her a few moments to process what’s really happened, but then she can feel the ringing of her head. this is not the first time she’s been hit in the back of the head by a serve ball but damn, the freshman definitely had a nasty serve. “hyunjin, you know, that was great, but i think it’d be better if it goes over the net and not to the back of my head.” there’s still a smile on her face as she finds the whole situation amusing, but that doesn’t stop the pain from spreading to her whole head. now it just feels like she has a migraine. “maybe we can take five.” 

xoxo, @hyunjintm​

just about everyone else in the team’s busy holed up in their dorms or the library studying-- their side of the gym’s much emptier than usual, no thanks to exam season. hyunjin misses the rest of their teammates, but...

a kindred spirit, hyunjin recognises in yurim.

she’s been training in relatively companionable silence with the middle so far: spiking practice until they emptied their ball cart, and then serving practice on that side of the court. hyunjin narrows her eyes-- both to look cool, and also because she honestly can’t really see all that well.

the top of the net. her aim is to barely graze the thin white strip. 

rolling up her sleeve, she tosses the ball up with her right hand, and the very second she slams it home--

ah. i fucked up.

hyunjin watches in abject horror, mouth open and catching flies as the ball smacks yurim squarely on the back of the head. “OH NO, UNNIE!!!” she’s running quicker than she has this entire week, rambling a mixture of apologies and offers to get her an icepack. hyunjin knows her serve is... well, she wouldn’t wanna be hit with it. “we can take as many as you need, ohmigosh! i’m so sorry!” her eyebrows draw together in consternation.