contagion

jeon somi, 16, poison type elite four member, occasional drummer "hell yeah, let's get right to it!"

[jyjunho-deactivated20161127]

Survival Game/ with jysomi

[jyjunho-deactivated20161127]

Junho raised an eyebrow at Somi in surprise. That was not what he was expecting, some all controlling script. “So he’s kind of a jerk then,” he says with a small chuckle. 

“Well, I can’t argue with that. You get to date at least though,” he points out. He guessed she was annoyed with the showy part of being in the Elite Four. 

He fiddles with his Pokeball in his bag before selecting one. He smiles, might as well have a little fun on this show and rampage a little. ‘I’ve done some more embarrassing things for charity,” he states looking to her. “But nothing like this”.

[jysomi-blog]

“jerk is an understatement,” somi admitted, risking another glance towards the staff members. they were still distracted, but better safe than sorry.

“you say that like being able to date is a good thing,” she frowned, obviously uninterested in the topic at hand. she had no time for petty human relations when they would only distract her from her goal. no matter how much the media ask her about a possible love interest, she will never care enough about someone to spare that much time for them.

“oh yeah tell me about it,” the girl swore she had slight war flashbacks to when she first joined and was coerced into doing… unspeakable things.

aegyo, it was aegyo.

“well have fun then, but not too much fun or mr. stuck-up over there will boot your ass right out the door.”

[jyhongbin-blog]

— playing hooky,

[jyhongbin-blog]

     the surprise on his face is heightened when she grabs onto him to steady herself and he raises an eyebrow, wondering why in the world she was running around the streets like a madwoman and also why in the world she was alone. he was used to running into her – figuratively, most of the time, not literally, like this time – and her manager, but this time somi was most definitely completely alone. 

     quickly putting two and two together, hongbin’s initial reaction is to tut and he opens his mouth to scold her for ditching her manager somewhere but she beats him to it and he closes his mouth without uttering a word as he listens to what she says. 

     her tone is urgent, and – he sighs internally – he finds himself unwilling to make her search for someone else for help and he ushers her across the street once the light changed to the walking man. “if your manager kills me for this, you’re paying for my funeral and my casket,” he mutters under his breath as he leads her into the pokemon center, quietly punching in to end his break before taking her to the back room that he usually spent his downtime in. the head nurse seemed to be busy helping heal the pokemon and he plops down in a chair, gesturing for her to join him. 

     “so, why are you running away this time?”

[jysomi-blog]

somi is definitely relieved when hongbin accepted her plea without questioning her; verbally, anyways, she most definitely saw judgement in his eyes. she was gently tugged off to wherever he was bringing her, her eyes squinting at the blur of faces around them, hoping to not see her manager among them.

“sure thing, what do you want written on your gravestone?” she replied all too seriously, knowing well enough that her manager would probably kill someone if needed. “want me to play ‘bring me to life’ while you’re being buried? it’ll be ironic but funny.”

her shitty jokes cut off upon arriving at their destination, the all familiar pokemon center — well, it was familiar because they were all identical. she lowered her head as they passed by hongbin’s co-workers, hoping to not leave an impression just in case her manager decides to come knocking. the less people that see her face, the better.

somi clasped her hands in front of her as she sat down on a chair across from him, noticing that one of her thighs hurt. she had scraped it on a wall while she was running, only noticing it now that her adrenaline was wearing out. ah well, no big deal.

“i ran away ‘cos i got bored,” the girl shrugged, purposely avoiding eye contact. “i didn’t want to sit in the same place for like fifty hours — do you know how sore your back gets when you have to film for that long?”

[jysomi-blog]

dark // somi&eunseo

[jyeunseo-deactivated20160811]

@jysomi·

“a train?” the thought never really occurred to her of taking a transportation but then what fun would that be of missing out on the wild pokemon one could see if they took the more physical route. “maybe another time.” eunseo said bluntly.

“ah yeah see a “lift”.” she air quoted to emphasize the last word. “would of helped too but my fletchinder is too small to lift me, well maybe not yet, but still.” eunseo knows she not your “average girl” especially in height, heck she was taller than most of the boys back when she was at school, so a small bird pokemon like fletchinder would probably be able to lift seven year old eunseo but nineteen year old would be too much for the small fellow. “if you have any pokemon or anything in general to help then i am down for it.” she shrugged. “i’ll make it up to you once we get out of the forest though!” she added, a promise made.

the taller girl raised an eyebrow. “a trainer too? nice!” her lips formed into a playful smirk. “maybe we should have a casual battle, well maybe not now but after we’re out of here and possibly during the day like tomorrow, unless today is already tomorrow…”

[jysomi-blog]

“well, yeah i guess it’s too late to catch a train now that you’re already here,” somi shrugged, indifferent to the taller girl’s choice since she was only her responsibility this time around. in the nicest, most caring way possible, somi didn’t really want to bother with managing other people’s life choices — if this girl wants to get lost in forests, might as well let her.

the elite squinted a bit too judgingly at eunseo, confused as to why she still have a basic pokemon when she was in this part of korea. well, it was none of her business, as she was often told, thus she kept her mouth shut.

“yep, i can carry us out easily — unless you’re afraid of heights in which i can’t really help you there,” somi warned before tossing drifblim’s pokeball into the air, lighting up the trees around them with a short but bright flash as the blimp pokemon was summoned. she turned back to the other girl with a questioning look, gesturing for her to hop on top of the pokemon.

“mmm, let’s talk battling once we’re up,” she delayed the reveal of her status just a bit longer, unsure as to how she would say it now that she missed her timing. battling someone who still had basic pokemon seemed a bit, well, mean, but it wasn’t like somi had any morals anyways so maybe.

“it’s like 2am still, technically tomorrow, but still the middle of night.”

[xjywonshik]

brotherly love // somi+wonshik

[xjywonshik]

“probably smart of them,” he stage whispered, though truthfully he knew even the snake that accepted the treat from him would likely snap up his little fairy just as quickly. his sliggoo slumped in disappointment, still staring longingly at somi as she blocked his target from his view. wonshik tossed him another sympathy scrap and the slug pokemon inched closer to him instead. (wonshik doesn’t know if he should really be feeding people food to his team, but it’s a little late to stop, since he’s been doing it for more than ten years now.)

“i’m just being honest, somi–tch, a guy can’t even express his genuine feelings of love for his favorite pseudo-sister these days… i’m so underappreciated,” he said, sighing a little too heavily. his hand stayed on his heart as he stuffed his face instead, reaching briefly toward somi’s dishes before thinking better of it and going back to his own rice. he seemed to think about somi’s proposal for a moment, chewing slowly. 

“you are just brimming with good ideas today,” he said, shit-eating grin back on his face. “dunno why i didn’t think of that… though to be fair to me, protecting you from all your rabid admirers when i take you in public is pretty tiresome,” he cackled, scooting his chair back from the table as a preemptive measure just in case somi decided she’d had enough of his nonsense.

holding his food out of reach of a hopeful, shiny-eyed ‘goo, he sat back in the chair. “it would be nice not to travel all the way down here to see you, though. you have any particular place in mind?”

[jysomi-blog]

“damn right, keep those pink fluff balls away from me. can’t guarantee their safety,” somi nodded, eyeing her crobat who was innocently hanging upside down on the rafters. good thing it wasn’t a golbat anymore, or that small… whatever the hell it is would’ve been swallowed up in a second — it’s weird how evolution works. in the past, it wasn’t uncommon for somi to have to wrestle a poor little pokemon out of the bat’s fangs. she had been generally successful in doing so, but you could never cure the trauma of basically being swallowed whole.

the girl could only grimace at wonshik’s sickly sweet words — and here she was thinking he couldn’t make it any worse than he already has. he had the power to make her crumple up into a ball of nope with just a few “intimate” words — yep, there she goes again.

“the worst rabid admirer here is you,” somi rolled her eyes, scoffing at the idea of him being able to protect her — what a joke. if anyone was going to save her, it would be herself — if not then maybe sableye can whack a few of them on the head with it’s gigantic gemstone. either ways, she would definitely be able to take care of herself, no need for this loser to intervene.

“i can take care of myself, thank you very much,” she spoke through a full mouth, but swallowed quickly. “though i have to admit that if people see us together, they’d start to spread shit — and the last thing i want is to be linked to you.” hopefully he got her sentiment, since it’d inconvenience him more than her, since she was already used to it.

“hm… i’m probably more flexible than you with travelling, so most likely somewhere on the mainland? closer to you at least.”

[jyjinyoung-blog]

( ` pulling punches. )

[jyjinyoung-blog]

     he pretends to be horrifically offended, his expression rather disgruntled as he stares at her with a pout. “hey, now. it’s one thing to beat me, and another thing entirely to call me kid! i’m nowhere near young enough for you to call me that, somi-ah.” he huffs at her gently, shaking his head slightly in fond amusement. despite her skill that far outweighs his, he often feels oddly fond over her. perhaps it’s her age, perhaps it’s the way she acts, like a child, but regardless of what it is, her higher standing in the victory league has no real effect on how he treats her. 

     “i’m not really familiar either, but i think i’m decent enough.” he replies quietly as he glances around. “i’m pretty sure it’s that way.” he gestures with his chin before he pats his stomach experimentally. “do you feel like grabbing food?” 

     he doesn’t expect to beat her; he never does. it would go against the grain of logic to expect to be able to beat one of the elite four, especially when he barely even trains his pokemon seriously. far less than any of those who hope to challenge the league and the position of champion, at least. for him, the world of battling holds no interest without the appeal of a contest. 

[jysomi-blog]

“i’ll call you whatever i want,” somi stuck out her tongue teasingly, her arms on her hips. “but you’re right — you definitely aren’t young,” the girl tucked the pokeballs back into her bag before dusting off her shorts, jogging up to where the other was standing soon after. she secretly hoped he didn’t take a swing at her after that masked insult.

she nodded along to his words, her gaze following his lazily but she soon snapped back to attention at the mention of food.

“always,” somi answered in an enthusiastic whisper, her eyes lighting up at the thought. “are you buying? or should i pay since i beat you?” her tone was half-joking, but she honestly wasn’t short on money in the least — people just tend to not like making a sixteen year old pay — well, it’s not like she was using her money for anything better anyways. she didn’t buy much with the amount she had since she hardly wanted anything materialistic, but that just meant more money to spend on filling her endless pit of a stomach since she was still a growing girl — one who spent way too much time in the gym.

“lead the way. we can discuss it while walking,” she shrugged, stepping a few feet ahead of jinyoung before waiting for him to pick up the pace. as if to rush him more, her stomach growled loudly at that very moment, leading to the girl covering it in surprise and embarrassment, attempting to mask her shock with a cough.

“you heard nothing.” 

[jysomi-blog]

— piplup, the penguin pokemon. a poor walker, it often falls down, however, its strong pride makes it puff up its chest without a care. because it is very proud, it doesn't like to be taken care of, it's difficult to bond with since it won't listen to its trainer.

— jeon somi, second member of the elite four. ( what pokemon is your muse? )

[somixpinky]

[jysomi-blog]

somixpinky:

© oh boy | do not edit

[jysomi-blog]

intruder // somi&taekwoon

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taekwoon doesn’t know what the fuck she’s talking about, and it shows on between his brows and the curve of his lips. they don’t even look alike- though the height difference isn’t much. “no, really, we’re friends. i’ve been invited here.” he repeats once more, irritation grating his voice. “y’all got no visiting pass or some shit? i’m on the fucking guest list.” or at least he should be. he’d no difficulties going through security, given no objections to his invitation here. “look kid, pretty sure me not getting my ass handed by security so far is enough of a fucking proof-” he stops short at her threat, blinking away the surprise in his eyes.

this hurts his pride. fuck his fragile ideal of masculinity but he’s been living his hemingway life as a ranger for years now: running into flames, throwing himself into dark waters without hesitation, traveling on the back of his dragonite in thunderstorms. and now he he stands with a young girl threatening him to kick him out. of course this doesn’t sit well with him.

with one hand he removes axew from his shoulder and tucks him under his arm, taking one step closer to her with a scowl deepening into the lines of his face. he, a twenty five year old man, will not pussy out because of a teenager. “i don’t have any. go check with the security or somethin’, you’re wasting both our times. i dunno what kind of proof you want or need to begin with.” 

[jysomi-blog]

“oh man, here comes the excuses,” somi raised her eyebrows as she whispered to herself, looking away for a short while to side-eye the door ahead of them. “this isn’t a place where you can just visit — especially these hallways, they’re only supposed to be used by selective personnel. even if you were on the guest list, you shouldn’t be allowed to be here. and seriously, i just told you that people have snuck past the security guards before, nothing new here.”

she was being a bit irrational by ignoring his suggestion to ask a guard, but his overall attitude and him calling her kid just got on all the wrong nerves. she obviously had more authority in this fucking mess of an establishment and she was going to use that to her advantage. his whole tone of ‘i’ve been through more shit than you’ was pissing her off, what a typical asshole thing to do.

“hm, maybe get a hall pass next time,” somi snapped back, straightening her back and puffing out her chest to somehow match stances with the giant of an asshole. “i don’t know if you know this, but the closest guard is three hallways down that way, and i’m not about to run halfway across this fucking building just to ask if someone suspicious-looking was indeed suspicio—”

her sentence was cut off when, conveniently enough, a security guard came out from the door she had just looked at earlier. somi blinked in confusion and shock for a moment before calling out for him to come over, shooting a glare at the stranger in the mean time.

“hey, this guy says he’s a guest. were there any records today of a… what the fuck’s your name?”

[jyjunho-deactivated20161127]

Survival Game/ with jysomi

[jyjunho-deactivated20161127]

Junho followed Somi around towards the set. He was impressed by the set, it was a lot more then what he was expecting. Then again, he thought this show was something completely different. then again he was the new guy here so that was to be expected. Junho knew that the director was boss, somethings did not change.

Junho’s eyes quickly scanned the script and sighed, annoyed just like Somi was. “How do they expect us to react exactly like this,” he grumbles quietly.

“Oh trust me I agree with you,” he whispered to Somi. “They want us manufactured like idols despite the fact we clearly are not”. He did not want the others to hear.

He looks up in surprise at this, but a small smile cracked out on his lips. “Well, I can’t say that’s a bad thing since that is a huge lie. I may be good, but I’ll follow your lead,” he said respectfully.

[jysomi-blog]

“some shows are more lenient, but this one… it used to be okay until the new director took over. he’s known for strict scripts, and if you mess up, just say bye bye to any possible reappearances,” somi warned, lowering her voice. although she herself could easily void such prejudices just with her status, she did feel like she should at least inform the newcomer about such a thing.

“might as well be an idol at this point, already live like one other than the actual singing and dancing and shit like that,” the girl grumbled, massaging her own neck for comfort. she didn’t really mean for her own complaints to be known, but that was what she did best after all.

“i’ll take your word for it,” somi replied in a tongue-in-cheek manner, secretly wishing she could at least face off with this prideful newbie. “have you actually done a game show then?”

[jysomi-blog]

dark // somi&eunseo

[jyeunseo-deactivated20160811]

@jysomi·

eunseo ruffled her hair to remove most of the leaves and twigs that were stuck and then hastily adjusted the loose strands so that her appearance was a little more appropriate as well as her already stained attire, too late to save it now. “I just came from the east from a small town and I was hoping to get to the next major city as soon as possible ok.” eunseo replied back with a slight bite to her words to the other girl. “the map I got from the town was too confusing for me to read and I don’t want to camp out here tonight.” the taller girl is more of brawn than brains hence why puzzles and quizzes that does not relate to pokemon battling is a no-go for her.

“oh really?” eunseo’s eyes lighten up that even the stars above them probably could not match her sparkling eyes of hope. “I just need to get out of the forest and onto the path for the city, the rest I can do myself.” she explained. at first eunseo was tired from all the walking and making so many unnecessary turns and circles but now she was alive and relieved that there was someone who can help her from this tree hell. “I’m eunseo by the way, a pokemon trainer.” she introduced herself late but it was better than never.

[jysomi-blog]

somi watched as the girl tidied herself up, noting that she was a formidable figure, towering above herself — how was it morally right to be that tall, it was just rude to short people. she looked like she could fend for herself well, maybe even better than somi just by appearances only — maybe she didn’t need help after all.

“it still would’ve been safer to take the train…” the elite frowned. “if you can’t figure out maps then at least take a flying type with you.” her words seemed rather backwards in terms of accessibility, but what did she know about the plight of “normal” trainers? it has always occurred to her that if you wanted to get somewhere, you just get on a flying pokemon and, well, fly there — but obviously she was a bit of a diva in that sense.

“well, the main road is in that general directio—” somi paused as she spun around on the spot, looking for a clue that didn’t even exist. “y’know what, do you just want a lift? i can’t do directions,” she admitted sheepishly, fingers laced together in a show of retreat. it probably wasn’t as big of a deal to her as it was to the other that they were lost, since she could always send her crobat ahead as a scout, but she didn’t want to full-on admit it.

“oh, gotcha. i’m somi, a…” she paused, weighing the options of revealing her occupation. “i’m a trainer too, i guess.”

[jysomi-blog]

siege // somi&jimin

[cyrcsm-blog]

“ well i uh.. i’m not observant! and i didn’t check my phone! plus- language! ” jimin chastises with narrowed brows. “ there is no need to be so hostile in front of the pokemon. ” he comments, covering his slowpoke’s ears jokingly ( she happened to be looming at his side. )

“ how fortunate of me. nothing currently, the day has come to a slow. no new passerby’s for a while now. interested in hanging out with your favorite gym leader? ” jimin comments, a playful lilt in his tone. arising from his sitting position, he heads toward somi arms extended for a hug. “ give me a hugggg! ~ ” 

[jysomi-blog]

“i literally just saw you on your phone you liar!” somi complained in distaste, not that she cared all that much about it, but god damn him if he ignored her messages. she was aware that she sounded scarily similar to an overly-obsessive girlfriend right now, and just the thought of that made her gag.

“i’ll curse if i fucking want to,” the girl sniffed, purposely including more profanity to prove her point. “this is why you’re the first gym leader,” she rolled her eyes, although internally berating herself for being unnecessarily rude.

“mmm, i got bored and no one else was aroun— hold up when the hell did you become my favourite?!” somi choked, an exasperated look on her face.

“dude, the day i hug you is the day i jump off a cliff,” she did feel awkward and embarrassed for rejecting a hug, but hell no was she indulging in any skinship, especially with jimin.

[jyhongbin-blog]

— playing hooky,

     < @jysomi >

     work is something he’s learned to enjoy since returning to korea from the states. since retiring from battling, hongbin has taken a much easier approach on incorporating pokemon into his life. he had slowly gotten used to being back in korea, and not living at home had taken the edge off of the shadow of his sister in the back of his head for the most part, having through himself fully into working and helping out at the pokemon centre with whatever he could – and all the team rocket things on the side. 

     catching up with old friends was another thing he had slowly started to get around to doing as well … and making new friends. hongbin had never been a social person at all, bordering very much on the antisocial side of the spectrum, unless jinyoung was dragging him about to meet new people, so he’s a bit surprised to have made a handful of new friends slash acquaintances since their return to seoul. 

     as it is, he’s getting a coffee from the nearby shop during the downtime at the centre. he had just helped a trainer heal a pikachu, which he adored, noting that there had been some abrasions and a burn as he concluded they had just finished a fun battle with a fire pokemon. walking down the road, he’s checking the time on his phone when someone literally smacks into him and he almost drops his coffee in surprise, somehow managing to juggle both his phone and his cup for a moment and not dropping everything to the ground. his anger flares up for a moment as he realizes he had almost scalded himself and he doesn’t manage to stop himself from spluttering. 

     “watch where you’re – somi?”

[jysomi-blog]

everyone knew how irresponsible somi was — from her family, to her co-workers, to the media, everyone. thus, it was really no surprise to her manager when he found the car that the girl was supposed to be in, empty — well, it was still a surprise but she thought it had been obvious enough. signing her up for a twelve hour filming? was he crazy? she literally didn’t have the time for that in between her training sessions and just overall time spent lying on the floor eating chips — y’know, the more important things in life. he should’ve cuffed her to the door if he wanted her to stay — it was really his fault for lack of foresight.

well, he still did know somi well enough to know that she couldn’t have gotten far, and that she would’ve made a beeline towards the nearby restaurant.

the girl heard the familiar, albeit much angrier, voice of her manager from across the street, and bolted for it, putting her years of training to use. she was fast and agile, darting in between civilians, easily able to navigate the crowd unlike her heavier-built manager.

however, that didn’t last long as she turned around to laugh at her victory, distracting herself from the very important road in front of her. somi crashed into a passerby — which was still considered the more pleasant option since the other was a brick wall. her hands instinctively reached out to stabilize herself, grabbing onto the sides of the stranger, which was awkward enough if not for her face that had smacked into his chest.

“uh, sorry,” she choked out in embarrassment and panic, adrenaline still pumping as her gaze went from behind her, to the face of the stranger.

“oh… hey there!” her mouth opened in surprise but her tone also lightened, having chanced upon both a friend and saviour. “listen, i don’t have time for “hi, how are you”s and “fine thank you”s right now. i need to hide and you need to help me.”

[jyjinyoung-blog]

( ` pulling punches. )

     battling against somi is always basically guaranteeing himself a sound whipping. he’s good, but in no world will he ever be good enough to beat one of the elite four. he’s friends with multiple gym leaders – it’s easier when he never has to compete against them seriously, and the fame that comes with being a top coordinator makes it easier to connect with the gym leaders than it would were he an ordinary trainer or something else. most of his connections have been made over the weirdest, silliest reasons: namely, his friendship with somi. 

     their hangouts tend to consist of him being soundly trounced by her, and then them going out to get food wherever one of them had spotted a potential place for mouthwatering goodies. today’s no different, and once his pokemon are exhausted and done, her pokemon still going decently well, he rubs a hand over aramis’s head and grins sheepishly at her. 

     “well. that really hasn’t changed much, no matter how many times i battle you, you always beat me up.” he pouts at her playfully, his eyes dancing in amusement as he recalls his pokemon back to their pokeballs, reminding himself that he needs to give them all a good grooming once they’re done eating. “poke center first?”

[jysomi-blog]

some people prefer having a challenging battle, to struggle in a fight, to come out happy regardless of whether they won or lost, but somi was different. she absolutely loved overpowering an opponent in battle, that was just what her idea of strength felt like, and boy did it feel good. it was just so typical to be all “try-hard” and “hardworking”, sweating blood just to lose in battle? where was the fun in that? that being said, it had become increasingly hard to find opponents that would actually try their hand in battling her, especially with her official title to offer more of an intimidating factor. the only ones around were all either too strong, or too patronizing, or in worst-case scenarios — both.

of course, there are always exceptions, that being a thankfully humble friend who kept coming back for more defeat each time — somi had often wondered whether he was just being nice or he was secretly a huge masochist. either ways, he treated her with enough respect that she felt comfortable around him, not too formal yet not too casual.

“well, of course,” somi grinned triumphantly, crossing her arms in a exaggeratedly comical victory pose. “the sky would fall before you beat me, but keep trying, kid,” she added the title in as an joke, following his actions and returning her pokemon to their pokeballs. most of them weren’t too hurt, but seviper had fainted thanks to a well-timed, surprise attack — the girl would have to sleep with one eye open tonight.

“yeah. yeah, ok,” she nodded absentmindedly as she made a note to lock her room later. “ah, i’m not familiar with this area… do you know the way back to town?”

[jysomi-blog]

ok ok ok listen i know it’s event season right now, but listen i just bought a $40 game and i’ll be damned if i don’t make the most out of it, so all rp stuff will be put on hold until i play at least 9000 hours of this.

i am a mess of a human being

[jysomi-blog]

umm...aaahh... sobs i’ll just say it, does anyone wanna go to the festival with somi? ;v;

[somi-net]

160514 Hapjeong Fansign ✿ DCGJSM | do not edit!

[xxjywheein-blog]

on air with jeon somi

[xxjywheein-blog]

“i have a gift,” wheein nodded sagely, hands folded and resting on the table. “nicknames are kind of my thing, but i’ll be honest: that’s one of the better ones i’ve come up with.” it was a coin toss which sometimes resulted in wheein making an ass of herself on air (like she didn’t already do that most of the time).“though belladonna? pretty and dangerous—the best combination. did you choose it yourself or did someone else give you that nickname?” the question wasn’t part of the script; wheein was just nosy.

“but it’s really amazing that—and i’m sure you hear this all the time—at sixteen, you’re a member of the elite four. i mean, there are a ton of new trainers who must look up to you. it’s a big deal. it’s a big role.” she paused to take a sip from the water bottle someone had swapped her energy drink for. boo. “is this where you always wanted to be? like, is the elite four your ultimate goal or did It just happen? obviously you’ve trained a lot to get here, but is it about fulfilling a dream or getting stronger, or just the journey itself?”

[jysomi-blog]

“they can’t be that bad, can they?” somi raised an eyebrow, a small smirk on her lips as she leaned forward, closer to the mic. “ah, that. the league officials wanted me to pick a nickname to go by for official events so that the elite four would seem all cool and mysterious, but obviously, some members missed the memo,” the smirk evolved into a snicker, knowing very well that she was basically shit talking a certain someone. “oh, but yeah i did come up with it myself! i thought something poison-y would be fitting and they rejected the name ‘weed’ so i went with belladonna. it sounds cool but sometimes it is embarrassing to have to say it every time.”

“ah yeah, i suppose it is,” the girl laughed sheepishly at the praise, although internally agreeing with wheein’s words. “mmm, at first i wanted to become the champion — y’know, like all the kids do, but while training i just thought, ‘what’s the point of being at the very top if no one is going to put up a challenge?’ so i settled for the elite four. of course, i did aim for a higher spot, but sadly i wasn’t strong enough when we were chosen — i lost to those two and thus i’m stuck with the second rank. i mean, it’s not all bad because i still get to shove my superiority in yoongi’s face, but he gets back at me in his own ways.”

“oh man, i’m definitely not just stopping here though, my ultimate goal is just to become the strongest — nothing more, nothing less! i guess the journey is important, but most of the time i hardly remember any of it, but then again that might be because i was still too young… but regardless.” somi coughed awkwardly, having accidentally brought up her own sensitivity to her age.