kyungwon

kristin kang. 22. writer, idol-hopeful.

[rkkyungwon]

jayparkrk​:

﹆ • • • into a new world

his eye wander over to her choice of clothing. a blazer was held in her hands and he couldn’t help but be pleased with her choice of clothing. although the next question that came out next had shock him. his pick up line surely had failed him time. jay was not prepared to received a non flirtatious response. surely he did knew for a fact he did not dress nor look even close to the worker at this store. 

“the fitting room” he repeated. unfortunately those were the only words that could escape between his lips. brushing his hand through his hair he cleared his throat before he started speaking again. “I dont work here,” he laughed softly. the laugh was to indicate that it was okay that she had mistaken him for a worker. it didnt happen much but no offensive taken. “however, I dont mind helping you out.”

jay was not the type to make small talk with people that he was not interested. he was usually blunt and straight to the point. its been far too long since that has happen. “let me take out you one day.” again he was straight to the point maybe a little too forward but how else was he going to get this girl’s attention. stand here and talk about nonsense? no he was not the type to waste both of their time. 

“I can see you have a good sense of style and I have to admit you’re very attractive. maybe we continue our day shopping together?” he smiled a cheeky smile. “what do you say?”

she looks over at the guy in amusement. how straightforward, she thinks. there has been one too many times where these types of situations would happen in a club or bar during a night out with her friends, but in broad daylight? a small smile blooms on her face, somewhat intrigued. “take me out? that’s pretty bold for someone who hasn’t asked me for my name yet. what if i’m a serial killer?” granted, it’s not like she has never flirted with a stranger, but that usually happens when she’s sure she has an exit plan in case anything happens.

her eyes scan the area for the fitting room, knowing well that the guy was too busy looking at her to help her locate her destination. “i guess you could help me choose which pieces i should buy. as long as you don’t do anything weird you’ll be fine.” she smiles slyly, hoping that if he did have any bad intentions, he’d be spooked now. as she starts walking away, she looks over at the man one more time to see if he’s still trailing her. “do you just have this much free time?”

[rkkyungwon]

     ♡ 술냄새 ♡ ft. @yeeunrk

something about walking out the doors of her editor’s office at the end of the day makes her feel like a weight as heavy as a car has been lifted off her shoulders. her schedule is packed until the end of august, in which she’ll start focusing more on her graduate program than her gig as a writer. she knows she’s dreamt of becoming a writer for the longest time, but the bureaucratic process of having her writings published makes her rethink that dream of her sometimes. still, she perseveres, because right now this is the only thing she can do.

the time shows that it’s a bit over 8pm and she sighs audibly. all her other friends complain about their 9-5 jobs, but she can’t even do that because her work hours vary. massaging her temples, she pauses for a moment. she doesn’t want to go home just yet, it’s a thursday. she resumes walking, contemplating whether or not she should stay out instead of go home straight away. on top of her head, she knows that if she goes home, she can get some more sleep and sneak in an episode or two of the new drama she’s been watching, but the skyline in seoul that day makes her want to linger a little bit longer.

with confidence in her steps, she hails a taxi and peers out the window. sometimes she wishes she had more time to make friends in this extravagant metropolis. that way, she would have friends to think of where to go and what to eat all the time. they draw near to the stop and kyungwon thanks the taxi driver before getting off. walking inside, she walks calmly to the bar and sits in her usual spot. “yeeun-ah,” she calls out, “are you getting off your shift soon?”

[rkkyungwon]

munspeaks *

hello everyone! i’m moving back in to my university this week and just finished summer classes so if you haven’t received a reply from me through ims please don’t think i’m avoiding you :c additionally, kyungwon is also looking for people to hang out with for the summer event so hmu if you want/need to plot. she’s pretty flexible on the specific activities we can do, but if anyone wants to do tarot readings or watch bol4 and minseo she’d be very very happy. feel free to comment here or message me to plot!

[rkkyungwon]

rkyurim​:

yoorim is tired and lost in deep thought when she is out with the dogs today, it has been a long day with training—well, she knows that’s debatable, but she didn’t sleep particularly well the night prior. once she finished her gym session and moved into independent study, it was close that she fell asleep in a corner by herself. admittedly, if she didn’t have to walk the babes, then she would undoubtedly have crashed the very moment she got home at six o’clock. no, the three little rascals need air and exercise, yoorim has little choice but to give it to them no matter ho tired she is.

she absentmindedly throws a small stick to different places as she tries to teach her newest pup, yujin, the game of fetch, all the while throwing a ball in the opposite direction so that hyuk can catch that one instead. meanwhile, kwan is resting comfortably by her side, just as per usual—such a lazy dog, she thinks to herself, but she supposes that it’s to be expected when he is nearing ten years old. it’s quite nice outside today, though, and she truly isn’t surprised by the crowd that shares the park with her. her mind is elsewhere when she throws the stick once again, this time too far.

yujin runs, though, as instructed and taught previously, but lost track on the stick all together. instead, he runs straight to a female, only to snatch her book. yoorim doesn’t quite notice until the item is laid onto her lap, eyes widening as she then gazes around to see who may come running for their belonging. “yujin! no! where did you get this?” she asks, although perfectly aware she will get no answer. quick on her feet, she is fast to notice who is missing their book. “unnie?” she asks, brows rising in surprise. “ah, yeah—yujin, he’s… new, I was trying to teach him fetch,” she explains.

“oh, here! i’m sorry, i hope that he didn’t damage it,” she reaches out while inspecting the book. luckily, no harm seems to have been done, save for gentle bitemarks that she hope will fade with time.

kyungwon sighs in relief upon seeing the familiar face. she’s glad that she doesn’t have to awkwardly ask for the book back or awkwardly assuring the other party that their pup didn’t do anything wrong. receiving the book, she’s glad that none of the pages were torn and holds on to it tightly, just in case the pup still thinks they’re playing fetch with it.

“that’s fine, he barely made a scratch.” she bends down to pet him softly, amazed at the energy this small creature has stored up inside. dogs are very energetic, seeming like they can’t stop bouncing on the balls of their feet. that’s mainly why kyungwon prefers felines, they’re haughty most times, but it makes them all the more charming in her eyes. that said, she’s never had a pet due to her sister’s allergies, so yurim’s dedication to her little babies are just plain amazing. with 3 canines at that— kyungwon would never have that much patience.

still petting the pup, she smiles as it excitedly licks her fingers and bounces some more. “i didn’t know you got a new dog. are you not exhausted?” she laughs lightly as she throws the question. the other girl does seem tired in fact and she wonders if it’ll help if she stays with her to play with the dogs. “can i play with them? what tricks does yujin know so far?” while she barely knows anything about raising or training a dog, she surely won’t be terrible at playing with them. right?

[rkkyungwon]

rkyoojimin​:

To be honest, Céleste didn’t interact much with any small children—after all, she had always been the baby of her family. Only after hearing the woman’s answer did she realize how dumb of a question it was. Kids were loud; she should’ve remembered that from that one time she babysat, considering how badly that went. 

Céleste winced a bit hearing the woman’s question. Really, she could have asked about the noise level more politely. “Oh, no no it’s fine really, sorry if that sounded accusatory. Just not used to small children’s noise level, that’s all.” Céleste glanced at the woman, mulling over her question. With curiosity finally getting the better of her, she asked, “Hey, did you write that book? That’s like super cool!”

the comment made her blush. she should be used to people complimenting her work by now, but it still catches her off-guard. it’s endearing when little kids run up to her to say they loved her stories, but when adults or anyone above 11 says it, she feels reassured. when she started diving into creative writing, she didn’t see herself as a children’s books writer. fantasy was always her favorite to read aside from sappy romcoms (they were her guilty pleasure) so she naturally thought that was what she was going to do. when her undergraduate professor suggested the niche to her, she found herself gravitating towards it gradually.

“oh yeah, it’s my second book.” she smiles sheepishly, “it’s kind of inspired by the little red riding hood and hansel and gretel.” she takes out her copy of the book and offers it to the younger girl. there’s no harm in sharing her creative work with other people, even if they’re not exactly her target audience. “here’s a copy if you’d like. you could read it to a relative or a neighbor i guess.” a light laugh escapes her lips as she tucks her hair behind her ear. suddenly, she thinks of something that makes her slightly embarrassed. grabbing a pen from her bag, she looks at the other girl awkwardly. “i could sign it too if you want. i’m not a popular mainstream writer yet, but i might be. what’s your name?”

[rkkyungwon]

     ♡ GIRLS STAND UP FOR GIRLS ♡ ft. @rkxjinah

sweat rolls down her neck as she lifts her weights one more time. it’s been 30 minutes since she’s started this exercise, and yet she still feels like she could do more. her arms are starting to ache, a result of having put off exercising for months. back in high school, she used to run for the track team and had a short stint with the soccer team, but after graduating she hasn’t had time to do all that. for a while she’d visit the school gym and play volleyball with her friends, but as time progressed less and less of them visited the court. eventually, their finals year approached and they couldn’t spend their evenings at the gym anymore.

getting up from her seat, she wipes off the sweat of her nape and gulps down water from her bottle. her eyes wander towards the elliptical machine. it was occupied at the beginning of her workout (which is why she didn’t start by going on the machine). walking towards that general area, she takes another swig from her bottle before setting it down on the stand next to the machine.

tw // sexualization/harrassment of women in gyms

a part of working out in public that she dislikes is being around a lot of men. they all ogle over her tight workout clothes, look at her like she doesn’t belong there. she hates the feeling of being stared at and inspected by strangers who don’t know anything about her. the same feeling now pricks the back of her neck, and she spots a man smirking at her from behind. she stops working the machine, eyebrows furrowed in part anger and part confusion. the worst part of being in these situations is that she can’t virtually do anything. the security won’t care about as there is no actual physical touching, and she can’t curse him out either as she’ll probably be kicked out instead. she ignores him, huffing a sigh and trying to forget about his existence.

just as she puts on her earphones, she feels an unwelcome grip on her time and she immediately whips her head towards him. “what the fuck?” she sputters in english, immediately slapping his hand away. “where are you touching?” he smirks again, disgustingly, and replies “chill out it was an accident.” in a moment of anger and frustration, she could feel angry tears well up in her eyes, but she would die before giving him that kind of satisfaction.

[rkjaebeom]

sweater paws.

☪ ╎ @rkkyungwon ; 

there was something satisfying about heading out of the city for the day. jaebum had grown up in seoul for the most part, spent a handful of months travelling between the united kingdom and the united states, but seoul was home. so it was a blessing to escape it’s hustle and bustle, even if only for a couple of hours. jaebum’s managed to track down a location out of town that he wants to check out and who better to explore it with than kyungwon. this location of which jaebum had disclosed upfront was actually a shelter for abandoned and injured cats. not that jaebum hated other animals, he just had an obvious preference for cats. living with a group of them helped.

gyeonggi was beautiful at this time of year. jaebum thinks to himself that he ought to get out this way more often, to play with cute animals or not. “almost there,” he murmurs, glancing at the gps sitting in the middle of the dashboard with furrowed brows. “the pictures online of this place … they looked nice,” jaebum says optimistically, still taking in the scenery. “i mean, i guess it looked established. some of these places can be seedy and cruel for the animals, y’know?”

jaebum pauses for a little while, continuing down the road, a small town only just visible in the distance ahead. “so, just out of curiosity” jaebum begins, fixing the way the sunglasses sat on his nose. “when did you start getting interested in volunteering?” he asks, glancing at kyungwon. 

[rkkyungwon]

her head rests against the window, her gaze trailing the unfamiliar roads of gyeonggi-do. it’s nice to be out, though she hasn’t had the chance to spend time for herself lately. she’s lucky jaebum decided to drag her out of seoul− especially when he mentioned that there’ll be cats. growing up she’s always loved felines, and despite not being able to keep one because of her sister’s allergies, she’s always dreamt of adopting one.

she nods at the sound of his voice, eyes still fixed on her surroundings. “i grew up with it i guess. my mom’s always been a big... philanthropist. charities, scholarships, all that good stuff you know. aren’t your parents the same?” she recalls meeting him in one of her dad’s friends’ fancy parties when they were younger. she wasn’t exactly a chaebol since her mom’s brother inherited the family business and her dad was just a professor. but they were a good and educated family, so it never felt like they didn’t belong in the circle.

“it’s nice though,” she notes with a subtle hint of excitement, “i don’t volunteer at animal shelters that often. with the book and all that i’ve been hanging out with children a lot.” she shift her head so it leans against the headrest instead. the sunny weather is making her feel exceptionally happy that day. “do you reckon a lot of people are going to be there?”

[jayparkrk-deactivated20201031]

﹆ • • • into a new world

» featuring @rkkyungwon

jay stopped in his tracked as he looked into the clothing, ‘wow’ he thought to himself, with wide eyes, jaw dropping at the sight of what he saw as beauty. it amaze him that in that moment he stopped everything that he was doing just to glance at the beauty that in front. “I must have that hoodie”

the chime of the bell rang throughout the store. jay smile and greeted the workers that greeted him. quickly he went over to the hoodie that caught his attention through the window “do you have anymore a size medium?” jay usually does not wander around a store because that only leads to him buying more then he wanted. however, today must had been his lucky day. everywhere he looked he came across something so beautiful that he must have it. jay took a moment to look at the girl from a far before checking himself out in the mirror. he look good in his jeans and a plain white tee. without a moment a moment to lose he made his way over to the beautiful girl that caught his attention.

“excuse” he smiled trying to stopped catch the female attention. he never really like just grabbing a girl so he did what he usually did. attempt to make her smile and laugh at his pick up lines. “excuse me miss,” he smiled when they finally made eye contact. she really was pretty. “did you find anything here you like?”

[rkkyungwon]

it’s been a while since she’s gone shopping in-person. for a while now she’s spent most of her time scrolling through online stores and adding items to her cart, almost forgetting that she used to love going through racks of clothes in physical stores. it’s convenient, she thinks, and she doesn’t stray from her shopping list as much. (un)fortunately, she had to look for a blazer today, something she could not risk skimping on.

trying on each piece with care, she put aside the few that she liked to try again before coming to a decision. her hands rose above her head, letting her eyes fall comfortably on the hem of the item, making sure each stitch was neat. feeling the shoulder padding, she concluded that this one she was holding was adequate. feeling the inside material she nodded in approval, doesn’t feel to hot. good. part of her wanted to just buy the 4 blazers she’s now managed to pick out from the dozen that was available, but she knew she’d need only one or two in addition to her collection at home. as she examined how each of the sleeves fell on her arms, she heard someone call from behind her.

her first reaction was to stare at the guy from head to toe. does he work here? she cleared her throat. “yeah. a few. do you mind pointing me to the fitting room?” as usual, she’s wary of strangers talking to her, but she supposed that he does work with them despite not donning a nametag or lanyard. if anything weird does happen, she could always put her self-defense lessons to use.

[rkkyungwon]

rkbaekho​:

( /busted. ) ah– ( /the same nervous laugh as before bubbles up, interrupting where he had been looking at the image to make sure it would fit what he is looking for (it does) and that he doesn’t need to ask for her to take another one (he doesn’t), and it’s not like he isn’t fond of his constant pressing urge to fall back into his own dialect - it’s more the having it brought up by a stranger on the street. ) a bit further than ‘out of town’. ( /another laugh comes, but it’s a little less nervous, a little more sure of himself, because he’s supposed to be good at talking to people and he is - he just hadn’t expected the interaction to go any further than having his photo taken. ) i’m from jeju.

( * her eyes follow the man’s gaze, curious if he thinks the picture is good enough. kyungwon has never been much a photographer, she was more often in front of the camera than behind it. still, she smiles when he looked pleased with the results. ) is that so? it’s really pretty there. ( * her only recollection of jeju was a family trip she had when she was in middle school. she was back in korea for her grandma’s birthday, and they went to jeju-do as per her grandma’s request. ) are the pictures any good? ( * she glances briefly at her watch, making sure she has enough time to get groceries before another virtual meeting that evening. )

[rkkyungwon]

chaewonrk​:

for a second, chaewon thinks that kyungwon might be about to turn her suggestion down, and for that brief moment, her face falls. kyungwon is a customer she’s comfortable enough with to push ideas like this, someone whose face she knows well enough by now to do her best work on. “yes! thank you!” she cheers once kyungwon gives her the green light, clapping her hands together in front of her. “i promise, you’ll look really good once i’m done. obviously.”

chaewon quickly turns to the wheeled work station next to her, double checking that she has everything from her usual kit that she wants to use on kyungwon today. she has access to everything else that the salon sells in concessions too, but like anyone else, chaewon has her preferred tools of her trade. “hm?” she looks over her shoulder, attention caught by the mention of and*roma’s brother group. her future seniors, maybe, if nova decide they want her after her audition. “no. i like their sister group, and*roma, a lot, but i haven’t bothered checking out per_se yet,” she admits with a shrug. chaewon turns fully back to kyungwon, making sure that her usual shade match still worked – and it did. she mutters a small ‘excuse me’ as she starts to work on kyungwon’s foundation. “i like eclipse’s choreography a lot, but i’m not that into them. do you know luxe? them and and*roma are my favourite idol groups at the moment.”

it’s been years since she last fangirled over groups. in fact, she doesn’t recall the last time she’d buy a korean idol’s album, save for chichi and sg wannabe which was close to a decade ago. her dream of becoming a singer in korea is the only thing keeping her up-to-date with the music scene these days. “i think i’ve listened to their music a couple times. what was it again... up&down? i really liked that song.” she remembers playing the melon top 50 songs in the background as she cleans her room earlier this summer, and that song was stuck on her head for weeks. “what songs did and*roma sing?” she inquires, genuinely curious.

as the younger girl starts painting her face, she relaxes her muscles and leans back against the seat. having someone put makeup on you is therapeutic, and she briefly closes her eyes. “you know, it’s kind of weird how my favorite singers are usually from kt, but if i had to choose between the major korean entertainment companies kt wouldn’t be my top choice.” she mulls it over for a while, wondering which company fits her style the most. “i don’t think it’s royal either, even though all their artists seemed super chill on tv growing up. maybe sphere? or trc?” if there’s anything she wants out of a company, it would be the ability to have control over her music to some extent. she doesn’t expect to be able to produce entire albums for herself from the get-go, but she wants to explore her own musical tastes eventually. “what about you? which company would you go to if given the chance?”

[rkkyungwon]

    ♡ A WALK IN THE PARK ♡ ft. @rkyurim

the wind grazes her face slowly as she lies down on the picnic blanket she laid down on the ground. rays of sunshine blanket her face, hands, and neck with warm, lulling her into a daydream. this feels nice, she thinks to herself. putting her hand over her eye, she lifts herself up slowly and smiles. it’s nice to be writing outside for once instead of being cooped up in her room or the hundreds of cafes all over seoul. heaving a sigh, she picks up her notebook and scribbles for a bit. the nice weather has inspired her plenty, and she wants to jot everything down before they cease to exist in her mind.

a soft grumble breaks her focus, and her hands go toward her stomach. realizing that she hasn’t eaten, the writer fishes out a sandwich from her lunchbox and start munching. she substitutes her book for her phone, scrolling through naver to see if there’s anything interesting in the news lately. feeling a bit thirsty, she sets her food on top of the lunchbox and opens a bottle of apple juice. just as she does that, she spots a small figure dashing towards her from the corner of her eye. whipping her head to the right, she realizes that it was a dog. before she could react, the dog grabs her book and runs away with it, dashing through the park to who knows where. horror strikes her face and she jumps to her feet, juice spilling down her fingers from the shock. “my book!”

kyungwon puts the cap of her drink back on but doesn’t bother to wipe away the excess juice on her fingers. her legs start moving fast, and despite not being able to catch up with the little creature, she kept her eyes trained on them. before long, the dog stops by another girl, and she faintly makes out her figure. stopping in her tracks only a few meters away, she stares in confusion “yurim? is that your dog?”

[rkkyungwon]

rkkyungwon​:

PLOT CALL *: ･ﾟ

hi everyone! kyungwon is looking for new friends so please message me or like this post if you’d like to plot.  i have some plot ideas/relationships below!

FRIENDS SHE NEEDS

someone who’s a big fan of idol groups, she needs to start stanning in-verse rk idols!

friends she makes music with, she doesn’t produce as much as she composes, but she’d love to practice and have some fun with you

drinking friend

childhood friend

close friend (she has a lot of new friends now which is great, but she needs some pre-established friends too haha)

regular volunteering buds

OPEN PLOTS

puppy love (male)

first relationships are always interesting, especially when it happens when you’re 13. this person started dating kyungwon when they were in 7th grade, and they had to break up when she moved to dallas. the details of their dynamic as children could be worked out, but what’s important is the present. meeting after nearly 10 years, they bond quickly and become friends again. where would this reunion lead them?

the arts don’t pay (any)

someone working in the creative industry just like her. could be a writer, journalist, painter, youtuber, photographer, musician, etc. their relationship is forged by their income instability and constant pressure to create content. potentially met at a creative hub/workshop/mutual friends and became close friends since then.

the stars have spoken (any)

kyungwon’s muse. they inspire her to write and compose more. she loves spending time with them as they are her safe space.

sign my book… please? (any)

your younger cousin/sibling, the kid you babysit, or maybe even you (?) love kyungwon’s books. she has two out right now and also writes for children’s magazines from time to time. you go to one of her events one day and decide to ask her to sign your book. maybe you even inquire the genius behind the poetry.

healer (any)

time for some charity work! aside from writing kyungwon also likes to read her books to children. she was invited to a primary school for an ebs show and meets you. kyungwon goes volunteering quite regularly so hit her up if you need friends to do some charity work with.

note: you could either be a teacher, a media intern, a staff member, etc.

match with me (male)

one of kyungwon’s friends set you up on a date. that’s it. that’s the entire plot.

RELATIONSHIPS

younger brother (male, last name kang preferably)

quite close to kyungwon. doesn’t call as often as her twin, but she loves him dearly.

note: would love to work out the dynamic of their relationship with anyone who is interested in this plot point!

wow, can’t believe you’ve made it this far. you can also reach me on kkt or twitter (hmu for my id) since i’m a bit more active on there. happy writing y’all~

[rkkyungwon]

rkbaekho​:

( /he’s sure the way he relaxes is visible when she figures out just what it is that he’s asking and the smile grows wider and brighter as he gives a nod. ) would you be able to, please? ( /he almost forgets his manners - almost slips back into satoori - but catches himself on both counts and instead glances down to the camera in his hands to adjust the display back around and fix the settings away from his selca set-up before he offers it over to her in both hands. ) i’ve been trying to get a shot without anyone else in it but… ( /a nervous laugh betrays him but he doesn’t look away from her. ) thank you.

( * the puzzlement wasn’t completely brushed off from her face. seoulites are not terrible people, but they are not ones to ask strangers to take pictures for them in the middle of the street; at least not unless they were an influencer taking fashion or lifestyle pictures for their feed. her hands reach out to receive the camera, fastening a strong grip so it doesn’t slip and fall. ) no worries. ( * although the man has adjusted the settings, she uses her fingers to adjust the lens slightly. once the man and the background are both in-frame, she nods. ) say cheese. ( * her lips curl in delight when the picture turns out alright. handing the device back to him, she clears her throat. ) are you from out of town? i thought you had a dialect there for a moment, ( * she puts her hand in front of her chest as a reddish tint appears ever so subtly on her cheeks. hopefully, it wasn’t a weird question. ) but i might have heard wrong, haha.

[rkkyungwon]

     ♡ WELCOME TO THE MUGGLE WORLD ♡ ft. @rkxric

drink in hand, the 22-year-old laughs lightly at her friend’s jokes. she leans back against the sofa, observing her surroundings. she’s five shots in− enough to lower her inhibitions and get her talking more, but not nearly enough for her to go batshit crazy. tucking her hair behind her ear, she takes another sip of her drink. that’s when it kicks in. “i need to use the toilet.” she mutters to no one in particular.

getting up from her seat, she makes a beeline for the bathroom. after graduating with her bachelor’s she rarely went out, and when she did she wasn’t keen on drinking. being the designated sober friend was a role she much preferred, but days like this? getting a little bit tipsy is fine. staring at her reflection in the mirror as she washes her hands, she chuckles. her flushed face reminds her of how she looked most weekends in melbourne, out and about with her friends, often not making it back home to her apartment. she’d be lying if she said she didn’t miss being younger and free of adult responsibilities. in fact, she misses it dearly.

“oh, my bad.” a feminine laugh escapes her lips as she pats the shoulder of the man she just bumped into. as she tries to move past him, she tumbles momentarily before grabbing onto his arm. “dang it, did i drink too fast?” she looks up at the guy and smiles. he smells nice, she thinks as she straightens her back. “i’m kyungwon,” her speech is surprisingly clear for someone who was about to fall flat on her face seconds ago, “your perfume smells great. wait, are you wearing one?”

[rkkyungwon]

rkyjun​:

yeonjun would always take the time to do any type of community service that took up his interest. he remembers doing it often just for the benefit of his resume, but always having fun with them depending on which he was doing. he had fun talking to other people who were doing it with him, even making some friends that he would keep up to tabs for on social media. and he would’ve tried to continue doing that after graduation. but with his mental health declining, he lost the motivation to do so. 

so he decides to try it again with something he’s done before, but hasn’t done in a while. he explained to the teachers at yeoreum kindergarten that he had some experience and he believes he was able to prove himself when just a few minutes later, he’s playing with some kids that thankfully found him funny enough. he ignores their comments about his hair color that were negative, though he finds some amusing. who knew kindergartners had spunk?

he turns around to the front of the classroom to see someone enter it: a woman who he isn’t sure he recognizes 100%. nonetheless, it was nice to have some company, even if he did appreciate the children trying to talk to him. “hi! you here for the kids, too?” he asks with a big grin on his face. he looks at the children and tells them to wait for him to get back before he turns around and offers his hand to shake to the other. “i’m yeonjun! super nice to meet you. let’s have fun together!” 

the kids start asking her for an airplane ride before she can reply to the boy. she’s reminded of all the times she spent staring at her baby cousins when she was younger, always amazed at how they would shriek in joy every time her mom or one of her uncles lifted them up high in the air. without hesitation, she cradles one of the smaller kids and gets up before replying to the (presumably) second oldest person in the room. “yeah. are you one of the teachers? i’m supposed to read them a story later.”

he seems to get along well with the kids, and she finds it funny how the kids are staring at his hair in awe. the blue shade suits him, she thinks. she observes as one of the kids try to touch his head. her hand, that’s not currently supporting the child, instinctively goes towards her head, making sure that her long locks are neatly put up in a bun. she knows from experience that she has to secure her hair if she doesn’t want hundreds of it to get lost to the hands of curious 5 year olds by the end of the day.

her hands bob up and down as she plays with the kid, raising her up in the air and bringing her back down rhythmically. as soon as her muscles start to ache, she moves closer to the center of the room and lets the little girl run free. “are you a regular at yeoreum? i don’t think i’ve seen you around.” her fingers fiddle with the toys on the floor. noticing that a trail of lego blocks are sprawled on the floor, she brings the bucket closer and puts them all back before anyone can step on them and hurt herself. she looks up momentarily to talk the guy again. “not that i’m a regular here myself. but you look pretty comfortable here.” she smiles before extending her arms. it’s hard to tell if it’s too formal for the situation; she’s been in corporate for a bit too long to remember how she used to introduce herself. “i’m kang kyungwon. nice to meet you, yeonjun.”

[rkyurim]

—— -ˏˋ● a SPHERE flyer for @rkkyungwon .

clumsy should have been yoorim’s middle name, without doubt. as she attempts to shift an almost empty cup of beverage into the crook of her elbow, the stack of flyers slips in her hands and ultimately, it results in some of the papers being taken by the wind. funny how it has practically been windless during her stay in the beaming sun but now, suddenly there is a breeze when she loses grip of the flyers.

“oh, shot…”

getting the iced caramel macchiato seemed a good plan at first, the heat is nothing but dreadful during her current task, but right now she regrets buying it all together. not only is it in the way, most of the ice cubes have melted and watered the drink out too. sighing to herself, she ends up tossing the remains into the trash before then, songhee begins to pick up as much paper as she can, that hasn’t flied away yet.

curving her lips again, yoorim scouts the area while trying to stack the papers neatly again. “hey, kyungwon unnie!” she stops the female as she coincidentally passes by, smiling brightly now. “funny you passed by right now—ah, seems the wind is trying to help me, only it’s not helpful…” she chuckles when handing over one flyer from her bunch of papers. “want one?” a flyer with information from sphere.

[rkkyungwon]

she’s gotten used to walking under seoul’s hot summers in her professional attire. successfully switching out her two-piece to an airier culotte, she no longer feels beads of sweat running down her lower thigh as she trudges down the concrete streets. despite having lived in major cities her whole life, she wished she had lived somewhere less urban and more rural (you could argue that it is because she is a city girl that she yearns for the country life).

a familiar voice called out and she turns towards the voice. this is happening way too often lately. “yoorim!” she smiles, greeting the other girl with a tap on the shoulder. her eyes settle on the flyer the other is handing to her and she lets out a giggle. “wow, i didn’t realize all of the major entertainment companies are big on marketing right now. did you know i’ve gotten 5 of these this week alone? all from different companies.” she waves the sheet of paper next to her face and grinned. “thank you, i’ll treasure this.” now that’s another one added to her coffee table collection.

[rkkyungwon]

     ♡ SMALL WORLD ♡ ft. @rksungmin

the lights are dim as she enters the booth with her friend, the other girl’s arms wrapped around her shoulder. she laughs lightly as she takes her place on the sofa in the corner, dragging honey to sit next to her. it’s been a while since she’s spent the whole day outside of campus, just milling around town without thinking of work. i should do this more often, she thinks− but it isn’t the first time someone’s told her that. she just never listens.

“what song should we sing for our duet this time?” she asks her friend, going through the printed song list on the table. across from here were 5 other people, some she knows through honey and the others she’s only met for the first time. still, her first impression of them is good after the quick dinner they had before. part of her wonders if they are all rappers or musicians of sorts since honey spends most (if not all) of her time in hongdae or soundcloud.

her fingers keep on turning the pages, not too sure what song she wants to sing with the crowd tonight. “um...” her friends mutters, “i don’t know. i’m going to use the bathroom so make sure you pick a song before i come back or we’re doing kanye.” that causes kyungwon to scrunch her nose in distaste. although she doesn’t feel to strongly about his music, the amount of times he’s been on the news or trended on twitter for the most controversial things turns her off.

as she looks over to see what the others have picked on the screen, she sees one of her favorite smtm songs in queue; the instrumentation, the tone, the lyrics, everything was just to her liking. her face lights up, wondering if the person would let her jump in on the featuring. “hey, who picked day day?”