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lee jihyun. twenty. part of link.

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( turning tables; ) sy & ljh

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"I want this to be over as much as you do, so let’s just take care of what needs taking care of." After that, Yoon could go back to her ignorance. To her life of new designer clothes, fancy restaurant parties, and superficial friends. She could dispense with having to drive out to find the person responsible for her favorite—favorites came and went with no more significance than her whims for food on any particular day—jacket being cleaned and returned to its state of chic. "Then I can bring you back here for your date or your dinner or whatever this is supposed to be." She had no clue why Jihyun was putting up such a strong fight, and mistakenly assumed it was because Yoon had interrupted her company. The photographer didn’t spend time trying to analyze what exactly was going on, but more than a few ideas ran through her head. None of them gave her a very high opinion of the situation.

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yoon made a pretty fair point, jihyun has to admit that. it really is true that the sooner jihyun gives in to this unbelievable woman’s wishes. but her pride has always been as hard as cement and it’s always been a tough challenge so break through it – so for a little while, she still lingers there, arms crossed and lips pursed in a somewhat childish manner. then it happens – and jihyun almost doesn’t even believe her ears. eyes snapping wide open at the word ‘please’, she blinks in confusion and disbelief and even leans closer, as if waiting for the woman to repeat even though she’s very well-aware that she wouldn’t.

so she just sighs. opening the door of the car, she slips inside so slowly and with such reluctant moves that it’s almost painful to watch. shutting it close, she crosses her arms once again, just to show that she’s still not okay with the other woman’s attitude but she is willing to cooperate only because she can’t wait to finally get rid of her, just like the woman herself said a few seconds ago. “i simply forgot about your jacket. i don’t know why it’s such a disaster to be human and have more important things to do than someone’s stupid jacket. and you could’ve texted me a reminder as well if you really wanted to make sure i wouldn’t forget.” jihyun’s tone is still somewhat bitter and it seems like she really can’t get over the fact yoon faced the situation and she still feels hurt by every single word that left the woman’s mouth in the past ten minutes or so. she assumes it’s the tendency of the other to immediately suppose things that irritates her the most and is the reason why she still can’t just ignore and let both of them live in peace.

“it just seems like you purposefully try to be an ass as if it was some kind of fun to you,” jihyun goes on, attempting to maintain a calmed voice. she’s not quite sure why she’s telling all this to yoon; she most probably doesn’t even care and it’s just going to give her one more reason to bitch, but jihyun never knows when to stop talking and she bitterly realizes that it’s one thing she and the photographer share. “but i’m sorry.”

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( turning tables; ) sy & ljh

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Her door shuts, cutting her off from all the outside noises. Leaning back with a creak of leather conforming against her body, Yoon braces one hand against the wheel while resting her other against the center console with her elbow. The back of her hand and fingers tease against her lips, half-hiding the frown still prevalent on her face. A harsh exhale through her nose flares her nostrils, but it’s the finger tapping against the wheel that shows her impatience the most. She’s not bothered to explain what they’re doing, yet, and she looks expectantly to the side in waiting for her passenger to get in. The hand braced against the car’s steering wheel drops towards the door, ready to roll the window down in case Jihyun needs a little extra verbal encouragement.

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well, the woman clearly looks like she doesn’t care at all.

jihyun should’ve been prepared for this; yoon didn’t look like a very empathic person when they first met and it appears not to have been a one-time thing. she feels a little bit of pity; in case the woman really is this bitter and uptight all the time something relatively bad happens, she must have a pretty monotonous and boring life.

just like she does.

there’s another couple of hisses escaping jihyun’s mouth as she’s yanked through the whole restaurant in a hurried pace and relief comes only once they’re on the other side of the doors and yoon lets go of her. colliding with the heavy, still air of november, jihyun looks up only to see a clear, black sky with the stars probably being blotted out by thick clouds; although the city lights that sprinkled the perspective with their star-like appearance make up for the lack of them. it’s colder than what jihyun had expected and she’s quick to squeeze the jacket more onto her body to fight against the chill.

she’s irritated. it’s yoon’s words that irritate her to a point where she wishes she had been left to suffer through that stupid dinner instead; she feels the woman’s wrath understandable but the treatment given unnecessary and jihyun has to press her lips close against each other to prevent herself from blurting out things she knows she would regret sooner or later. considering her general blunt nature, it’s a struggle, but jihyun believes that it would help her get away from this toxic woman so she takes up the challenge.

but she obviously can’t just let her degrade with such hateful words like that. “fashion abuse?! and you think that’s superior to physical abuse? there is clearly something wrong with your views.” jihyun snorts. she wants to scream at her, telling her that she wasn’t at that damn dinner for her own entertainment and that it was not “some date” but a memorial for her mother which should clearly be more important than some stupid jacket. and she was definitely not having fun in there – if anything, it was more of a disaster than any sort of activity that could come close to anything deserving to be called fun.

“it was not a date nor a fun one and you know nothing about what happened inside so if you could stop automatically assuming things that would be rather lovely—“ but she’s interrupted way too soon; a man appears along with a car behind him and jihyun quickly figures it’s yoon’s car. and by the time she could say anything more in her defense, she’s demanded to get in – into a stranger’s car, and they actually expect her to do as they wish. hah! what nonsense.

“you have no right to tell me what to do and i sure as hell am not getting into some woman’s car whom a) i don’t even know, b) clearly isn’t respectful enough to talk to others in a polite manner.” jihyun crosses her arms. she has a feeling that her words would end up fruitless; and her intention of saving herself from this awful situation to continue will not be successful but it’s still better to at least try, no? even if yoon eventually had to drag her inside the car with her two hands (that jihyun would prefer her to keep relatively far away from her body), jihyun could at least tell: that she tried.

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( turning tables; ) sy & ljh

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There happened to be a downtown restaurant. It wasn’t exactly upper class, but it was well-to-do enough for a chef and whoever she was with, Yoon supposed. Mentioning a name got her escorted to a table surrounded by three people. One was an older man. The other was a girl who looked to be in the same age range as Jihyun. A glance down at the table alerted her to the way the other woman’s hand was settled over Jihyun’s, and a flicker of annoyance flared through the photographer.

"Let’s go." No introductions. No questions about who she was sitting with. No, Yoon did nothing but reach out and grab Jihyun’s wrist, then pulled in an obvious demand for the blonde to rise from her seat so they could leave.

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well, what could she say; she expected a lot of things, many types of answers she would get from the other side of the line but she definitely didn’t wait for what actually welcomed her: a series of frustrated, angered questions, an irritated voice that rose after every question mark and jihyun feels devastated. for a short while, she doesn’t feel anything else but that; she has to sit here with her family to have a dinner she never meant to have and listen to words she never wanted to hear and then this woman comes and starts yelling at her for whatever reason and jihyun is convinced it’s with the pure intention just to make her feel even shittier—

and that’s when she finally puts the contents of the yells and the pieces of the puzzle together and realizes why yoon is so mad at her – and she feels like wanting the ground to crack underneath her and just disappear into the hole it would create. because she forgot something again. a palm sliding over her face to hide it in some sort of ridiculous disbelief as she continues listening to the questions yoon still has for her and she just shakes her head. she can’t believe she has forgot something important again, and no wonder that the woman – whose jacket one of jihyun’s waitresses successfully managed to dirty with a bowl of hot udon – was so damn angry. especially because yoon never really looked like a very happy person to jihyun anyway, so her natural born bitterness probably made her anger even more intense.

“banpo-dong, 551-32…” the address leaves her lips in a low, but still audible hum and she says no words of apology as she’s struggling to stop mentally abusing herself because of the situation she put herself into. she didn’t like the way yoon yelled at her through the phone (probably loud enough for everyone around their table to hear, to jihyun’s misfortune), definitely didn’t like it but jihyun could only thank this to herself. had she remembered that she needed to go to the cleaners and pick up the jacket and then deliver it to the woman, none of this would’ve ever happened.

and yet. there’s some kind of strange relief, and even, joy after the call ends and jihyun’s left in the hope of anticipating the appearance of yoon soon – and that will be her chance to get out. even though it’s a somewhat (okay, very) screwed up situation, she gets the opportunity to leave her family to their stupid ways of grief all by themselves and be nostalgic without her which is certainly something jihyun is looking forward to. the thought seems so devilish and rotten to her, however, that she attempts to push it out of her mind completely.

when her dad asks what’s wrong, jihyun replies with a curt and meaningful “nothing” and her dad leaves it at that. her sister flashes her a glance of worry; but jihyun shrugs it off with a squeeze of her hand because, after all, it’s nothing she should be getting worked up about.

she doesn’t know how long it actually takes, but jihyun still thinks yoon arrives rather quickly; and by the time she could realize it, she’s already grabbed by the wrist, firmly and it’s no secret to jihyun what she wants; shooting another look at both of her family members and mustering a soft “i’m sorry,” she stands up and hastily picks up her bag before the woman could drag her out of the restaurant without it. “hey, could you be more gentle?! this is physical abuse!” she hisses when she feels pain twist in her wrist from the tight grip, purposefully avoiding the curious looks of the customers, all strictly focused on her and yoon’s personal show and all jihyun can think of is a highly sarcastic great.

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( turning tables; ) sy & ljh

jihyun is generally a simple person: there are things she likes doing and there are things she doesn’t.

sitting in a restaurant with her dad and older sister to “celebrate” her mum’s death anniversary certainly belons to the latter category. jihyun made sure to be vocal about her dislike regarding the whole thing, but her father was relentless; and since her sister weren’t against the idea either, it was two against one. and besides, it’s not like she had anything better to do anyway, but still, jihyun didn’t think that having dinner and being nostalgic and all that was a good way to honor the memory of the most important person in her life.

“you haven’t eaten anything yet, jiji,” the blonde hears her father’s words but she doesn’t react to them. she doesn’t even look up from her almost completely full plate of kimchi, chopsticks flipping over and back between her fingers as she tries to distract herself just so that she didn’t have to listen to her dad talking but she can’t shut the entrance of her ears off completely, either. she really shouldn’t be acting this way; even though jihyun has been cold to her father ever since the accident (and it’s been a year), she still usually avoided letting the immense sadness and desperation overcome her because she knew that it wouldn’t lead her anywhere anyway. she didn’t want to be known for the never-ending misery always reflected on her face nor did she want to be recognized as some kind of emo girl (there were always stupid people like that at her school) but the ball of happiness and a radiating sunshine she had been before her mother’s death.

but it was hard. and albeit all her attempts, she still ended up failing once in a while.

“i’m not hungry,” the answer finally rolls off her tongue in a rather dry manner, still not looking up but she feels a squeeze around her wrist. she appreciates her sister’s comfort but this really isn’t what she craves right now, all she wants to do is just go home and mourn her mother in silence and solitude, not even with tears because jihyun is already beyond that phase. but it would still be a lot better than what they’re doing right now.

her dad is about to speak but then there’s a buzz interrupting and a familiar ringtone and jihyun slides her hand into her pocket, feeling her father’s judging eyes on her but she takes a look at the screen anyway, eyebrows furrowing in the instant she sees the name “seo yoon” popping up. “what the…” the murmur comes out before she slides her thumb over the screen and lifts the phone to her ear. “hello?”

[princesst-ara]

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ROBOTS OR DINOSAURS?

aren’t dinosaurs already dead? { / — a snicker curves her lips before her face morphs back into a serious expression. } okay sorry, that was rude. actually i’m really scared that robots once take over the world, so… i’d say dinosaurs. it would actually be really cool if i could see one in person! like, one that’s still alive and isn’t just bones. 

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