she's dreaming

lee jungrin, 21, hipster

[ksjungrin-blog]

ksxhoetaek:

“you know that sounds like a pretty good idea,” hoetaek replies with a laugh. “though you could probably like, start a coffee reviewing blog, or a youtube channel or something like that,” they add as an afterthought. really, that actually sounds like a pretty good idea, and part of hoetaek wonders if they actually could do something like that. though realistically, this, like most of their semi-decent ideas, probably wont come to fruition.

as the girl talks a wide smile spreads over hoetaek’s face. they’re amused, but mostly amazed that she so eagerly wants to get to know them. not a lot of people tend to show this much interest in hoetaek, at least not the positive kind, and it’s exciting to have someone actually want to ask questions about them, even if it’s just about their coffee drinking habits. “yeah I have time, I don’t have anywhere to be,” they answer with a quick nod. they’re done with class for the day and their plan had been to just go smoke under the bleachers, but they’re pretty sure they can delay that two hours to potentially make a new friend.

the girl’s name gets called—jungrin—and hoetaek makes a mental effort to make sure they remember it, repeating it a number of times in their mind as she collects her coffee. they wait until she has her coffee before leading them over to a table—one with plush arm chairs so they can be as comfortable as possible for their impending conversation—listening as she answers their question. “ahh, well I’m glad I could be of service,” they say with a chuckle, taking a seat and crossing one leg over the other. they wait until jungrin is sitting too before lifting their coffee up in a cheers motion. “well, I hope it’s worth it.” they take a sip, slowly just incase it’s still very hot, before letting out a satisfied hum at the taste. “yep, mhm, definitely worth it.”

“huh.” she rested her hand on her chin, considering the idea. “you know, i do have like 700 000 instagram followers, and i’d like to believe at least a fourth of those would support me if i became a youtuber who only talked about coffee. maybe this idea isn’t half bad.” she laughed, then shook her head. “okay, no, don’t encourage me, because i’ll just end up seriously abandoning college over this. my family would just love that.” 

“okay great!” she exclaims, making no attempt to hide her excitement like she usually did. people usually found her a bit intense in the beginning, hence why she felt the reason to hide at least parts of her excitement. but she had a feeling that hoetaek wouldn’t mind - at least it didn’t seem like they did this far, as they had seemed very willing to sit down with her until her next class. 

jungrin follows as her newest acquaintance leads them towards a table. (which happened to be one of her favorite tables. she knew this hopefully-future-friendship was meant to be.) as the two of them sit down, jungrin lifts her coffee to meet theirs, giggling a bit at the gesture. they take a sip together, and jungrin hums pleasantly at the taste. “this is incredible,” she says, taking yet another sip before putting her cup down on the table. “okay, so, i have questions,” she said, deciding to get down to business right away. “how many menu items have you tried so far? what’s your favorite? anything you didn’t like? also, not coffee related, but explain.” with both her hands, she gestured towards hoetaek. “i’m not trying to offend you, i’m just genuinely very curious. what, uh, do you define yourself as, exactly?” she finished her rambling of questions, hoping she wouldn’t scare them away with the last one. hoetaek obviously stood out, and jungrin was simply hoping to gain a better understanding of who they were.

[ksjungrin-blog]

ksxhoetaek:

hoetaek smiles at the way jungrin’s quick to make sure they’re not offended. it’s not necessary, they would have taken it as a compliment either way, but it’s nice that she did it anyway. and when she asks the inspiration behind their outfit, they beam. “funny you should ask cause I’m pretty excited about my outfit,” they tell her with a grin, taking another drag of their cigarette before diving into the story. “so, as you said, I don’t exactly blend in. I get yelled at a lot, by closed minded assholes mostly. slurs and insults, all kinds of horrible things, and one of the things I get a lot is ‘princess’, and I used to fucking hate it. like, for one thing it’s super uncreative, but mostly it’s the way it’ll be like, sneered at me, you know? like in normal conversation it’s generally a positive thing, right? but the way these assholes would take a word meant to mean something pure and beautiful, and twist it and dirty it and make it horrible to throw it at me,” they make a face. “it’s not fun.”

“but I’ve been trying this new thing in the last.. year? year and a half? where I try not to let those words mean what the douchebags want them to mean. words are just that, words, and at some point you’ve got to figure out a way for them to hurt less, and to not be ashamed by them. so this,” they motion to their outfit. “is kind of a culmination of all that. like, fuck those guys, I am a goddamn princess, with goth boots and a gold crown and a metaphorical middle finger raised at anyone who tries to put me in a box.” they’re still grinning, shifting their wait against the wall as they finish their cigarette. “that, and I was a witch for halloween the last fifteen years an a row so I figured it’s time I change it up.”

something warm squeezes at their heart when jungrin says she’d be blessed to be their friend. if they thought they were smiling wide before it’s nothing compared to how wide they’re smiling now, they can feel the gold glitter straining against the stretch of their lips, but they don’t even care. “I’d be grateful and blessed to be your friend too, jungrin,” they tell her, the smile they’re giving her warm and genuine. “which I think means we’re friends now by default.”

jungrin grins at hoetaek’s obvious excitement about their outfit. “i’m glad i asked then. people are always more interesting when they’re talking about something that excites them.” this was something jungrin had noticed a long time ago, as she had always been a curious person by nature, and won’t pass down an opportunity to get to know all kinds of people. she loves seeing people talk about something that excites them; the way their face lights up when she asks about it and their eyes are almost glittering as they tell her about it is one of the most wonderful things she can think of. 

hoetaek is not different. as they tell her the inspiration behind their outfit, jungrin can tell they are obviously very excited to share their reasoning behind it. maybe they’re even proud of it - they definitely have a reason to be, jungrin thought as they spoke. it was awful to hear about the part where they have been picked on for standing out, but hearing how they had turned it around to something as beautiful as this outfit was one of the most inspiring things jungrin has heard. 

“wow,” she simply uttered at first, needing a few moments to properly gather put her thoughts into words. “i love that. well, not the part where the assholes picked on you, that’s awful and close minded people are the worst thing ever. but it’s just so inspiring to hear how you turned it around like that. how you stopped giving the words the power to hurt you, and instead wear them proudly. that just shows you’re better than them.” 

jungrin can’t help but respond to hoetaek’s wide grin with one of her own. “i appreciate that. and i think that too. or well, i was hoping, so i’m just glad to hear you confirm it.” 

[ksjungrin-blog]

ksjaesuk:

[✉ → rinny] it’s called i’m captain of the swim team ;) [✉ → rinny] so about the photos, can’t you have someone else do them? 

[ ✉️ → jaesuk ] you could’ve just said that instead of making it seem like you were up to something shady  [ ✉️ → jaesuk ] fine... i guess

[ksjungrin-blog]

ksxhoetaek:

“oh, I saw that too, it definitely was amusing,” hoetaek laughs, remembering the mess of high schoolers going at it earlier. “I’m almost surprised it didn’t happen earlier though, I was waiting for something to happen as soon as this whole thing started. something always does at these things.” it’s keisung after all, hoetaek’s pretty sure everyone’d be lying to themselves if they watched the brawl and expected anything less out of the night.

it’s like those cartoon moments of a lightbulb switching on when the girl mentions meeting in the cafe. of course, that’s why they recognise her, it’s jungrin, the girl who’d been endearingly interested in their coffee order. “yep, I am hoetaek, you got me! and you’re jungrin, yeah?” they smile, taking the lighter and tucking it back in their cigarette packet. “what gave me away?” they add with a chuckle, clearly joking. as much trouble as they’ve had identifying others, others have had a much better time at identifying them. but hoetaek’s not surprised, it’s not like they chose the outfit they did in order to blend in.

“you know,” they begin, taking another drag of their cigarette. “if we keep meeting serendipitously like this you’re going to end up being stuck with me as a friend.” they grin at her, tone still light and jokey, but they kind of mean it. this is the second time now they’ve run into each other and struck up conversation, and hoetaek’s starting to take a liking to her. they never expect friendship from people, but they’re always grateful when one blossoms, and they’d like nothing more then to extend his circle of friends to include jungrin.

“that’s true.” jungrin nodded in agreement. considering this was keisung, something always happened at these events, as there was always some kind of disagreements going on between the students - if it wasn’t problems between cliques, it was something else. brawls were kind of impossible to avoid here. and adding high schoolers to the mix had just amplified the problem. 

“jungrin is correct,” she replies, grinning at their enthusiasm. it wasn’t often that she met someone who met her with this kind of enthusiasm during their second meeting. people sometimes saw her as a nuisance, tired of her constant talking. most of the time, these people warmed up to her, but some of them simply just found her annoying - end of story. it didn’t matter much to her, thought, but it was always nice to meet someone who was as open to talking to her as hoetaek was. 

“well, you don’t exactly blend in,” she said, gaze moving over their outfit. “which is a good thing!” she quickly added, making sure not to offend them. “i love the outfit. may i ask what the inspiration behind it was?” she take another drag of her cigarette as she listens to them. “don’t phrase it like that. i wouldn’t consider myself being stuck in a friendship with you. more like,” she paused, briefly looking up as if she was looking for the right word, “i’d be grateful to consider you a friend. blessed. y’know?” she finished with a grin.

[ksjungrin-blog]

ksxhoetaek:

hoetaek notices when the person behind them orders the same thing they did, and as they move to the side they look over to see who it is. they recognise the girl’s face, they’ve seen her in here a lot—they seem to have coinciding caffeine cravings pretty frequently—but they’ve never spoken to her before. they can’t help wondering if she’d ordered the same thing as them because she’d heard them order it, or if she’d been planing on getting the maple pecan latte all along. though, considering their policy on initiating conversation with strangers (which is to say, they don’t, generally), they figure they probably wont ever find out.

that is, until the girl actually starts speaking to them herself. hoetaek’s eyebrows raise in surprise at the sudden conversation, but their expression quickly changes into a smile at her question. so she’s noticed their recent ordering habits, hoetaek feels like they should be embarrassed, but she seems to kind of enjoy it, and they don’t mind answering her question. “I’m not a coffee reviewer, though I wish! that does sound the most amazing job ever,” they agree with a light chuckle. “no, I just kind of got bored of my usual order? and this cafe has so many drinks to offer, it kind of just seemed like a waste not to try them all,” they shrug. “so now I’m just trying to make my way through the whole menu. it’s been a pretty fun experience so far.”

hoetaek’s name is called, their drink appearing on the counter, but as they reach over to pick it up, the question they’d had earlier regarding the girl’s order returns to the forefront of their mind. even though they could probably just say bye and leave now, hoetaek decides to stick around and ask. they’ve started talking now, might as well sate their curiosity. “hey, so, were you already planing on getting a maple pecan latte or did you decide to order one cause I did?” they ask. “not that it really matters I’m just curious,” they add with a chuckle, resting the lip of their coffee against their chin as they wait for it to cool a little.

“maybe i should drop out of college to become a coffee reviewer,” she joked, though a part of her thought it sounded like a pretty great idea. but she didn’t even want to imagine what her mother would say if she actually did something like that. best to put that idea back on the shelf. “huh.” jungrin nodded approvingly after hearing what their mission was. she was never one to have a set coffee order, so she definitely understood why someone would get tired of their usual order. 

“that’s pretty amazing,” she told them. “you know, i have a few questions. or, well, maybe a bit more than a few. do you have anything to get to? i hope not, because i would love to sit down with you for a little while.” she paused to check the watch on her wrist. “2 hours, to be more exact.” technically, it was more like 1 hour and 45 minutes, but it’s not as if jungrin was usually on time for class. she smiled at the person in front of her, really hoping they would agree to her proposal. after all, it would be a shame to pass up getting to know someone who shared her passion for coffee. 

jungrin’s name was called not long after the stranger’s - hoetaek. she quickly grabs it, making sure to thank the barista, before turning back to her newest acquaintance. “well, a mixture of the two, i guess? i’d been meaning to try it, but hadn’t gotten around to it yet - which is crazy, because i always try out everything new immediately. i don’t know why it took me so long to try out this one. anyway, you ordering it reminded me that i still hadn’t tried it.”

[waterlxgged]

please

@ksjungrin

another failed test, another text from his parents.

yiseo is very sure that he’s going to have his breathing rights taken away or something ridiculous at this stage in his life. he still can’t believe he’s let him parents into his online account to view his grades but what’s less surprisingly is how they react. they react in anger, in contempt, as if they want to kill their son. it seems like that as his mother berates him over their group messager again and again.

eventually he shuts his phone off and hides himself away in one of the single bathrooms. he thinks he locks the door and allows the silence inside to ring in his ears and through his body. yiseo even throws his backpack somewhere else in the bathroom.  he takes just a moment to fumble around the bathroom, attempting to try and find something sharp and scary.

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[ksjungrin-blog]

this class just wouldn’t end. most of the time, jungrin didn’t mind being in class pretending to be paying attention, but this particular class was being taught by what must be the most boring professor in the world. it was simply unbearable to be there. as always, she excused herself to the bathroom halfway through, figuring she would hide there for a while - maybe even until the class was finally over. 

walking down the hallway, jungrin headed straight for the single bathrooms, not wanting to deal with the mirrors potentially being occupied in the others. she opened the door to the first unoccupied one she came across, not at all expecting the sight that met her. 

in the middle of the floor sat a guy around her age, furiously scratching at the scars that covered his arms. it took jungrin a moment to get over her initial shock, but eventually she reacted. “oh my god,” she exclaimed, quickly closing the door and locking it so that no one else would come inside. “are you okay?” she asked, trying to keep her voice calm, despite being filled with worry. she stepped a bit closer, crouching down to get on the same level as the male. “please... please stop that, you’re hurting yourself.” jungrin was at a loss of what to do. she wasn’t sure if touching the stranger to get him to stop was the best course of action, so she just hoped he would listen to her. 

[ksxyujin-blog]

shopping queen

@ksjungrin​

Yujin was sat on the floor, staring up into her open wardrobe. Her cheeks puffed, she reached up to take a better look at one of her dresses, then let it go again with a sigh. “No, no, no…” she murmured quietly to herself, “none of these are right…”

She spun around to look at Jungrin, tilting her head in curiosity. “Hey, you go to parties, right? Because…” Biting her lip, she rested her chin in her hands. “Well, I’ve never been to one, and… I kind of want to try? A lot of people say they’re fun, so… I kinda want that experience, you know?” Yujin turned back to look at the wardrobe with a small pout. “But… I don’t know what to wear… I don’t think anything I own really works for a party.”

It was true; Yujin’s closet consisted of pastels, whites, and loose, flowy clothes. They were adorable and certainly fit her personality, but if she went to a party in those she’d stand out like a sore thumb - she might as well wear a sign that said I don’t belong here.

“And, well, you always look really good, so… could you maybe help me out a bit?“

[ksjungrin-blog]

jungrin was sitting on her bed, reading a book on international politics. it was taking her a while to progress, the language being too difficult at times for her dyslexic brain, though she was slowly but surely making her way through it. a few months ago, she would’ve laughed if someone had told her she’d be willingly researching things related to her major during her own free time, but honestly, she was starting to see what was so interesting about political science after ryosuke had started explaining things to her. 

she was so engrossed in the book, she almost fell off her bed in surprise when yujin spoke to her. honestly, she had kind of forgotten her roommate was even there. “uh, yeah, why?” she replied, raising an eyebrow at the younger girl. she marked the page she had gotten to, putting the book away to give her roommate her undivided attention. 

“yeah, no, none of that would work for a party.” she nodded in agreement as she thought of yujin’s closet, which was filled with clothes jungrin would only occasionally consider wearing during summer. “of course i’ll help you, yujin-ah. may i ask what spiked this sudden interest in parties?” she asked with a smirk. “is it a crush? or do you just wanna get out there?”

[fysne]

[ksjungrin-blog]

ksjaesuk:

[✉ → rinny] stuff 👀 [✉ → rinny] pft it’s up to u to believe me or not <3

[ ✉️ → jaesuk ] ...what kind of stuff [ ✉️ → jaesuk ] i bet you’re making it sound way worse than it is so you’re not earning anything by not telling me [ ✉️ → jaesuk ] :)

[ksjungrin-blog]

hello friends i too have made a tracker that’s mostly just for my own reference but i just thought i’d share it! also non-event replies are coming this weekend for sure tho i can’t guarantee i’ll get to all of them but i’ll try

[ksjungrin-blog]

ksxhoetaek:

hoetaek looks over at the person who’s joined them, smiling as she agrees with their statement. “I’m glad you agree! I keep hearing people complaining about the high schoolers but it’s like, they’re easy enough to avoid. besides we’re all just here for a good time, you know?” they shrug a little, taking a drag of their cigarette. they’re talking a lot more than they usually would, though it probably has to do with how good they’re feeling. it’s boosted their confidence and now the words are just tumbling out of their mouth before they can stop them.

“mm!” they nod as the girl asks for a light, holding their cigarette between their lips as they pull their pack out again. they’d popped their lighter into the empty space in their pack earlier and they slide it out again now, holding it out to the girl. “here you go,” they say with a smile, holding their cigarette between their fingers again.

they watch her as she takes it, squinting a little through their mask. they think they recognise her, but they’re not entirely sure. the masks and the outfits and the atmosphere of the night has left hoetaek having a hard time recognising anyone they’re not super familiar with (aka, anyone other than somin, jisoo, and minjoon), and the darkness out here isn’t helping. “do I know you?” they ask, and then can’t help laughing. “man, I feel like I’ve been saying that all night. though, I suppose that’s the whole point of these things,” they motion to their mask with the unlit end of their cigarette, still chuckling lightly.

“i do find the high schoolers annoying,” she admitted. “but at this point i just kind of find it amusing to see how much trouble some of them can get themselves into. i saw some of them got drunk because of the spiked punch and got into a fight.” jungrin chuckled as her mind went back to the scene she had witnessed an hour ago. 

“thank you so much, you’re a lifesaver,” she says enthusiastically as they hand her the lighter. she’s quick to light the cigarette, desperate to finally feel the smoke fill her lungs. smoking was the worst one out of her bad habits, and she had honestly tried to quit more than once, but it had proven itself to be too hard. at this point she had just given up. she knows she’ll definitely regret it once it starts impacting her health, but she’ll cross that bridge when she gets to it. 

she takes a long awaited drag of her cigarette, handing the lighter back to the other. “hmm,” she hummed, raising an eyebrow at their question. now that they had mentioned it, jungrin started noticing something familiar about the person next to her. "i think you do, actually. you’re the one i met at the café the other day, right?” she wasn’t completely sure about her guess, as she was only basing it off the person’s style of clothing, but then again, there weren’t many people at keisung who clearly expressed androgyny in their style. “hoetaek, wasn’t it?” she asked, hoping she was right about her guess. 

[hxetaek]

honestly, hoetaek’s having the best time. sure the high school kids were being kind of obnoxious, but hoetaek can ignore them well enough not to care. the gym looks amazing, decked out like this hoetaek can almost imagine keisung is actually a decent school. the company is awesome, of course, deciding to take their best friends as their dates had been a no-brainer that has definitely paid off, and the incredible feeling of confidence they’d felt when they’d first put their outfit on earlier in the night still hasn’t faded. they LOOK great, they FEEL great, and sure, maybe the edibles honey had made for them the other day is helping that along, but the important part is that everything is GREAT. 

they’ve got a wide grin on their face as they slip outside for some air and a smoke break. they lean back against the outside of the gym, trying to take some of the pressure off their feet—they’re dying in these shoes—while they pull a pack of cigarettes out of the pocket they’d stitched under the skirt of their dress. they hum to themself as they light one, sighing contently as they blow out the smoke. it’s nice, they think, to be able to escape the generally shitty passage of time that is life like this. and it’s with that thought at the front of their mind that, at the sound of someone joining them outside, they don’t even look to see who it is before speaking. “man, isn’t tonight just so much fun?” 

[ksjungrin-blog]

social events were truly jungrin’s forte. growing up on the upper east side, she had ended up attending quite a few in her teens. most of them were fundraisers filled with people at least twice her age, but she hadn’t minded it. she loved interacting with people - being able to strike up a conversation with just about anyone was one of her best talents. besides, some of her mom’s friends had kids her age, so it wasn’t like she had been alone. 

the masquerade at keisung was definitely a lot different from the extravagant events jungrin had gotten accustomed to back in new york, but she found that she absolutely loved it. she had ended up mostly ditching her date, because honestly, she was still kind of annoyed that honey had dared trying to cut in front of her in line the other day. instead, she’d been spending most of the night dancing with friends, acquaintances and strangers, and now she was really in need of a break. 

as soon as she exits the gym, jungrin opens her clutch, fishing out a cigarette. she quickly realizes, however, that she forgot a lighter. “damn it,” she muttered, but quickly gets over her initial annoyance over it when she spots someone leaning against the gym, cigarette in hand. she doesn’t hesitate to join them, pleased to hear them starting up a conversation before she even has the chance to ask what she initially came there for. “it sure is,” she replied, grinning. “you don’t happen to have a light, do you?” she asked, absentmindedly twirling the unlit cigarette between her fingers. 

[ksjungrin-blog]

ksjaesuk:

[✉ → rinny] oh right [✉ → rinny] can u blame me tho? [✉ → rinny] i am a busy man

[ ✉️ → jaesuk ] riiiight [ ✉️ → jaesuk ] busy with what exactly

[ksxsomin-blog]

somin was surprisingly excited about the masquerade ball. she didn’t expect to be as enthusiastic about it as hoetaek was, but somehow she found herself nearly reaching their level. she’s at the entrance of the building, waiting for hoetaek and jisoo to arrive. she had checked herself over fifteen-hundred times in the full length mirror in her dorm room, but she still felt the need to check again. her hair didn’t really matter. it was meant to look impossibly messy, but the full coverage mask wasn’t doing her makeup favors. it was also extremely hard to see anything that wasn’t directly in front of her and that didn’t please her. she was about to walk in without the other two until she felt a tap on her shoulder. the mask was covering her face so unless it was jisoo or hoetaek, this person had no idea who she was. this could be fun.

[ksjungrin-blog]

after seeing all the dresses and masks outside of the entrance to the masquerade ball, jungrin was starting to regret not going last year. sure, she had barely known anyone back then, and didn’t feel like she’d had reason enough to go, but had she known she’d see this many beautiful dresses, she would’ve gone for those alone. as she stood there watching the people who were entering, she noticed someone who particularly stood out to her, dressed in all black with messy hair. jungrin would guess it was supposed to be a witch’s costume. now, she wasn’t a big costume person herself, but this one looked amazing. approaching the girl, with the intention of both asking her about her costume and getting a better look at it, she tapped her on the shoulder. “hi,” she greeted as the other turned around. “oh!” jungrin had to stpo herself from letting out a squeal at the sight of the girl’s mask. “wow, that mask is amazing. as is the rest of your outfit. like, wow, you really stand out. i absolutely love it. is it supposed to be a witch?” jungrin rambled on, not paying any mind to the fact that she didn’t know this person at all and that she might be a bit weirded out by a stranger suddenly coming up to compliment her.

[ksxara]

The hall was adorned with ethereal designs, to the point where she didn’t recognise it was actually the school gym. What a cliche. Of course they’d use the school gym to hold the masquerade. But who was she to judge? The ball committee did a great job transforming the blasted place into a nice and grand hall that she almost didn’t believe it was Keisung. But then some high schooler had gotten drunk because of the spiked punch and a brawl was in the works. Jesus, why was she in charge of discipline? Her whole outfit was being wasted by being babysitter to these overgrown children. “One night. One night, and these brats don’t know when to quit.” God, maybe asking for a quiet night was too much to ask.

[ksjungrin-blog]

as expected, the masquerade was further proving jungrin’s theory that opening a high school in keisung had been a bad idea. not only were they constantly fighting in the halls, but now they were fighting at the masquerade, too. honestly, jungrin didn’t really understand why the high schoolers had even been invited to this event. wasn’t it past their bed time, anyway? this event would’ve been a lot calmer if those brats weren’t here, she thought to herself as she was watching a brawl being broken up. her attention shifted when she heard someone next to her utter a complaint. she couldn’t recognize who she was, due to the darkness and the mask, but she replied anyway, not one to give up a chance to complain about noisy high schoolers. “i don’t think those brats ever quit. inviting high schoolers into this place has to be the worst decision ever made.”

[ksjungrin-blog]

this is what jungrin is wearing to the masquarade and pls excuse the half assed moodboard ;_; she’s not rly big on costumes so if anyone asks her if she dressed up as anything she’ll just tell them she’s a slytherin

[hxetaek]

@ksjungrin

hoetaek is eternally grateful for the hipster cafe on campus. the sewer water the cafeteria tries to pass off as coffee is nowhere near good enough to satisfy hoetaek’s constant caffeine cravings, and the fact that this cafe exists on campus—and hoetaek doesn’t have to walk all the way off campus to the next closest one—is one of this school’s few saving graces. when they’d first started coming here, hoetaek would generally get their standard order—americano, iced or hot depending on the season—but, inspired by the impressively large menu this place has, for the last few weeks hoetaek had started ordering something different every day. 

they’re three people back in the line, squishing at their cheeks as they stare up at the menu. they’re not sure what to try today. the seasonal drinks had started recently and yesterday they’d tried out a pumpkin spice latte (which had been so good hoetaek’s temped to order it again today). the day before was a caramel frapp, the day before that an iced hazelnut macchiato. they bounce back and forth between a few things, their indecision leaving them stuck, so by the time it’s their turn, they end up doing what usually happens and ordering the first thing their eyes fall on. “uh, hey, can I have a large, um, maple pecan latte, please?” the girl behind the counter puts their order through with a large customer-service smile, taking hoetaek’s name and money, and they move to the side when they’re done, hoping this order is as good as all the other ones they’ve tried. 

[ksjungrin-blog]

the hipster cafe was the one place on campus you were guaranteed to find jungrin multiple times a day (except for her dorm room, of course). having been addicted to coffee for years, she tended to stop by multiple times a day to make an order - preferably between classes, and she didn’t really care whether she ended up being late to her next one or not. 

today, as all other days, she was again to be found at the cafe. it was her second visit that day - she had just gotten out of her first class, and since she still had two hours to go until her next one, she figured she’d hang out at the cafe for a while. as she was waiting in line, she recognized the person in front of her. she’d seen them in here a few times this week, and every time, she’d noticed that they had ordered something new. she wondered what they’d order today. 

the person’s order pleased jungrin, as it served as a reminder that she’d been meaning to try out the same drink herself. it was a new menu item, and strangely enough, she hadn’t gotten around to trying it yet. “i’ll have a large maple pecan latte with extra whipped cream, thanks,” she said once it was her turn, quickly paying for her drink before moving to the side to wait for it. she was standing next to the person who had inspired her order, and decided to strike up a conversation - she was interested in knowing why they were trying out so many different drinks, after all, and more importantly: if they liked them. “is there a special reason you’re ordering something different every day? do you review coffees?” she sighed, looking longingly towards the drinks being made behind the counter. “ah, i wish i was a coffee reviewer. don’t you just think that would be the most amazing job ever?”