#&&. thread.

[hyunjintm]

— school life again today.

@tmlia 

hyunjin doesn’t get it. she doesn’t!

this is korea sports university. SPORTS. so why on earth is she required to do a math class? it’s not like x and y are going to help her on her way to becoming the setter for the national team, so why on earth does she have to pass this stupid class? it’s her sole B- floating amongst a sea of As (turns out, her volleyball-shaped braincell does well when it comes to sports-related things! who woulda thunk, right?), and as much as hyunjin does not care about math, she’d like a pretty report card to bring back to dad.

still. this is ridiculous! she re-underlines the important points in the questions just as lia had taught her to... and then underlines it again for good measure. and circles it. and highlights it, as if expecting her blue zebra mildliner to unlock the secrets of the universe and make her... whoever was good at math.

it still doesn’t make any sense. hyunjin sighs like a long-suffering wife, and rests her forehead on the book, trying to learn by osmosis diffusion. (lia had laughed at her for making that mistake last session. hyunjin still doesn’t really Get the difference, but!)

“unnie...” hyunjin bats her eyelashes at lia, propping her head up with her hands. “can’t we take a break? pleaaaaaase? 5 minutes?” hyunjin pouts with a sickeningly cute expression that would’ve earned her a (well-deserved) slap from just about anyone else. “i did all these questions, see!” 3 questions in the 20 minutes lia’s left her to her own devices-- she sneaks a peek at lia’s work, and she’s done more than thrice the questions hyunjin has in the same amount of time. jesus, both pretty AND smart? hyunjin internally shakes her fist at the big man up there.

[mmheeyeon]

&&. TALK FAST.

( ` catches a glimpse of herself in the cauldron that’s holding punch. heeyeon looks paler than usual-- was today’s shift that tiring? she knows the answer before the hypothetical question’s even finished. no, because she’d worked it with ❤️ hanbin ❤️. where is he, anyway? merlin’s beard, she misses him. so bad. she pushes through throngs of people, rattling off halfhearted apologies until she catches a glimpse of the familiar shirt. why did he look so good!!! it’s unfair to her and her poor heart. ) ❤️ hanbinie - oppa ! ❤️ ( ` you never call him that, why’s the sudden change? there’s a part of her brain that nags at her, but she can’t find a good reason to why she wouldn’t call her lovely ❤️ hanbin ❤️ with the proper honorifics, as he turns around and all breath is knocked out her lungs. ) i was thinking! why wait 4 whole years? let’s just have a baby now ! let’s go ! ( ` grabs his hand, intent on pulling him to the nearest broom closet. how romantic! they met in yosul, and they’ll even start a family in yosul! )

for @mmhanbin ♡

[mmheeyeon]

&&. NEVER SIMPLE, NEVER EASY.

female, 26, came in for a routine checkup after abdominal pains. a previous miscarriage. 

it gives heeyeon pause from where she’s perusing the file on her next patient. shit, she’s heeyeon’s age and had already had a miscarriage? she can almost feel her biological clock tick mockingly at her, reminding her she doesn’t even have a decade before she’s 35, and glares at the actual clock hanging on the wall of her break room. her pager beeps insistently again, and with a groan, she peels herself off where she’s lying in bed. her hatred for the flow of time can wait-- she’s got a patient to look over.

“hi, good morning. i’m jung heeyeon, and i’ll be looking after you today.” heeyeon knows it’s rude, but her eyes are on the medical history instead of them,double-checking to make sure she hadn’t missed anything. “miss--” 

yikes.

yikes yikes yikes yikes yikes.

goddamn it, check the name too, heeyeon.

“choa.”

for @mmchoa ♡

[hyunjintm]

@tmdaehyun​

to just about anyone else in the cafe, hyunjin’d look like someone waiting nervously for their first date.

and honestly, they’ve hit the nail on the head, if we’re just talking feelings. dang, is this how someone feels waiting for a date? hyunjin blows out a long breath, fingertips tapping a nervous, rhythm on the surface of the table, a large ring of condensation surrounding the bottom of her glass of ice lemonade. the sound of the bell hung onto the door signals someone entering, and her head eagerly swivels towards the entrance, only to deflate when it’s another stupid couple walking through the front door.

following closely behind, though is a blue-haired boy, and--

“MY BABY!!!” she squeals in english, standing up and almost knocking over the glass. she’s, of course, addressing the sparkly pink pouch through which she can see her volleyball notebook, and not the attached boy. “and... daehyun-sunbae, right? thanks for coming all the way here!” 

[hyunjintm]

— let’s get physical!

@seyeontm

hyunjin’s no longer christian-- she’s not even religious anymore, actually, but she still talks to the big dude (or.... dude...ette....?) up there sometimes. more out of habit than faith than anything really; before an important game or the like, y’know? to feel a little less alone-- college is tough, and honestly, hyunjin feels a little more homesick than she’d like to let on. so she likes to talk to whoever’s listening. screaming into the void and all.

this time, though. she screams into the gym. not really The Void, but hyunjin’s Stressed, okay? her scrabbling hand comes up empty, save for a couple dust bunnies, and frustrated, she slams the ball cage closed. it’s been 15 minutes, and she’s only managed to cover so much of the gym in her search for her lucky pink hairtie. “WHERE ARE YOU, YOU LITTLE BRAT? COME OUT!” 

[mmheeyeon]

tags.

[snjaehyun-blog]

         USUALLY, JAEHYUN WON’T bother to go anywhere out of the dorms unless he’s either meeting someone or really has something to do outside. but today, the reason behind his stroll at the park was neither of the those;  it was his gut feelings which told him that something amusing might happen today. long story short, that’s how he’s on the phone speaking to another idol now. “Pardon? i’m not that horrible to leak your private information and sell this wallet on ebay, geez.” he rolled his eyes, although knowing that the other person wasn’t present to witness. “But guess what, i’m horrible enough to ask for something in exchange of your wallet. you can try to offer, but the autobid is a date.”