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[lookatafterschool]

Nana for Memebox

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VIBES NEVER LIE

[jinaeh-blog]

❝ If there’s any part of you, any part of you at all, that believes that I’m telling you the truth, you’ll help me. ❞ //welcome to seouliq

jinah rubs her tired eyes, blinking several times until her vision’s clear again. it was supposed to be the end of a long day, and it had just gotten even longer when she picked up a phone call from a hysteric sounding friend. she wonders what could possibly be troubling him so late at night, until it occurs to her that there are several potential answers to that. “wait, what?” she interrupts his rambling, unable to make sense of what he’s going on about. “slow down!”

it’s hard to agree with him when his story is so hard to believe in the first place. but, she’ll give him the benefit of the doubt— it’s been a long day for the both of them, it seems, and there’s no point in giving him a hard time. besides, she’s had her fair share of crazy occurrences, stories she wouldn’t have believed if they’d come from anyone but herself. it just wouldn’t be fair for her not to give him a chance.

“...okay, sure. i believe you,” she finally responds, though not without some hesitation. “does that make you feel any better?”

Reblog this if you’re interested in developing and planning epic plots that intertwine our muses’ stories across many threads and further their growth as individuals.

[fyeah-after-school]

 [Confirmed]

Nana will appear  in the movie “Conman” along with Yoo Ji Tae and Hyun Bin

[andhungry]

halloween pick-up line sentence starters.

taken from various places on the internet because who doesn’t wanna flirt with a ghost? no one, that’s who.

❝  I can’t find a costume for Halloween, so can I just go as your boyfriend?  ❞

❝  You’re the most boo-tiful ghost I’ve seen all night!  ❞

❝  You look so good, you’re making my crotch rise from the dead.   ❞

❝  If I were a zombie, I’d eat you first.  ❞

❝  You must be tired, because you’ve been running through my nightmares all night!  ❞

❝  You must be a ghost, because you’ve been haunting my dreams.  ❞

❝  Are you being a ghost for Halloween, or are you just my boo?  ❞

❝  You are dead sexy. Literally.  ❞

❝  That skeleton over there said he’d get your number for me, but he didn’t have the guts, so here I am.  ❞

❝  Hello there, boo-tiful!  ❞

❝  You wanna take a ride on my broomstick?  ❞

❝  Mmm baby! You’re decomposing in ALL the right places!  ❞

❝  You must love Halloween! You don’t need to change to dress up as an angel.  ❞

❝  I hear this house is haunted, we better stick together.  ❞

❝  What’s a nice ghoul like you doing in a crypt like this?  ❞

❝  All these ghosts and I still don’t have a boo.  ❞

❝  Want to find out what I turn into at midnight?  ❞

❝  If you were a jack-o’-lantern, I’d totally light your candle.  ❞

❝  I should have dressed up as a ghost tonight so I could let you under my sheets.  ❞

❝  I don’t know what the trick is, but you certainly are a treat.  ❞

❝  Your costume looks complicated. Need help taking it off?  ❞

[jinaeh-blog]

pro tip: add me on aim?

[fyeah-after-school]

Nana for High Cut magazine

[sheisrecovering]

[jininana]

[jinaeh-blog]

@obaeli, continued from here.

        “Jinah, is really bad to lie to yourself.. Both of us know that when you get drunk you get crazy. Remember that time in the club you were dancing on the pole? Screaming ‘go wildcats’.”

“look, that was one time.” she protested, trying to hide her embarrassment, before mumbling. “to be honest, i don’t even remember that happening. is that a good or bad thing?” the realization came as a reason for her to worry. if she could barely recall something as bad as that, what other embarrassing drunken moments could she have possibly forgotten? “any other 'drunk nana' stories you’d like to share with me?”

[hakjn-archive-deactivated201610]

( sms: 05:34pm - 임진아 AS ) ⇢ i received your location! pizza is coming to you, in an hour. ⇢ did i really? heh. i’m glad to make your day and fill your stomach!  ⇢ what have you been up to? i watched The Good Wife, your acting skills improved!

[jinaeh-blog]

sms ⇢ 학진 ❨ 1 ❩  i can’t wait! ❨ 2 ❩  lately? i’ve been doing a lot of photoshoots, like always. i’ve had some more time to myself so right now i’m trying to find something else to watch...  ❨ 3 ❩  thank you!! it means a lot to me. i wasn’t expecting people to enjoy my acting so much but i'm glad i was able to impress. i’ll definitely continue to work harder in the future. ❨ 4 ❩  what about you?

[jinaeh-blog]

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[panstarry]

[yuqon-blog]

# STRUMPRACTICE – @jinaeh

     “It’s more of a hobby these days,” he told the girl, as his fingers strummed against the strings with ease. The sound hummed off the acoustic guitar, radiating throughout the room like an echo that bounced off the walls. He loved the way this guitar sounded. Out of all he’d played, nothing quite matched his tone like this one. But–it wasn’t all that special, to be honest. It was a simple, tan colored guitar with bronze strings and a half-assed tuning board. And yet, he’d rather play it than any fancy, thousand dollar acoustic. Simple could still be great, he supposed. This was proof.

     He began to play a simple melody, switching between four chords as he used his thumb to pluck the strings. The chords always cut short because he was using his fingers. A pick would’ve allowed him to play out the sounds longer, but he couldn’t find one and he wasn’t about to let that stop him… especially if his companion for the moment didn’t mind him strumming away.

     Before he got too into his little song, he cut himself off with a shy chuckle passing his lips. He turned his body toward her, tilting the guitar her way. “–you wanna try?”

[jinaeh-blog]

while she could sing and dance well enough to make a career for herself, jinah never had the talent (or time) to pick up an instrument. her admiration for anyone who did ran deep, however. there was something lovely about watching others get completely lost in the music that was their own, something so simple yet so profound that made her happy to listen for as long as he might be willing to play.

she sat there beside him, her face cupped in her hands as she nodded along with a dreamy smile. jinah was no expert on guitar, so she was easily impressed by anything he played— any mistakes went unnoticed and even the simplest of tunes seemed challenging. but when he turned the guitar towards her, she stared at him with wide eyes, almost afraid to take it from him. "me?"

if you insist... with the guitar set on her lap, her fingers brushed over the strings— here, there, everywhere, as she tried to find the right position for her hands. it wasn't until she eventually gave up that she asked him for help, turning to him out of complete cluelessness. "i've never done this before," she confessed with a nervous chuckle. "can you teach me?"

[jinaeh-blog]

When you get this, reply with 5 things that make you happy. Then send it to the first 10 people in your activity. ʕ♡˙ᴥ˙♡ʔ

1. family comes first.2. friends, the people and the tv show.3. my dog, gomu.4. food! that’s an important one…5. my job. i’m lucky to love what i do, tiring as it can be, and all the opportunities that come with it.

[jinaeh-blog]

"you know, i almost thought there would be more blood than what actually came outta all that.. .." // welcome to SIQ!

the counter is an absolute mess, a clutter of cutting boards, pots, and pans filled with a variety of different ingredients. it was all fun and games, just two hungry idols fooling around in the kitchen. that’s until jinah laughs at something he says, accidentally bringing the knife down right above her finger and letting out a yelp at the sight of the first drop of blood. she’s lucky the cut isn’t that deep, but it definitely stings. not to mention, she’s never been the best at handling situations like these. the ordeal takes up a good amount of their valuable cooking time, between waiting for the bleeding to stop and just cooling down, and she heaves a sigh of relief once there’s a bandage around the wound.

“that could’ve ended up really bad…” she mumbles, staring down at her finger. “imagine the headlines— ‘after school’s nana somehow manages to lose her finger while hanging out with g-dragon.’” the thought is accompanied by a laugh before she adds, “what do you say we call it a day and just order something instead?”