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requiemhoon

It's a Tuesday morning. The scent of brewed coffee and freshly baked bread litters the inside of Youngji's lungs. Cafés are literally her second home. Still cold from the wintry chill that nipped at the exposed skin of her fingertips, she quietly sidled along the line, blowing warm air against the pads of her digits. 

A tall boy stands at the end of the counter, handing out everyone's coffee as they came. Youngji merely lets him be, until the silence of her thoughts has her realizing how familiar the stranger was after all. She's sure it was him, because Youngji never forgets a face. Names are a different story, however. She's jolted out of her reverie when her name is called out, her drink ready. Youngji's hand shoots forward to collect her drink, but not after she's spoken some. "Hey, I remember you! You served my drink last time as well." Youngji didn't expect him to recognize her at all, with the number of customers the coffeehouse gets everyday. 

[94xji]

sooyeonxnie

Youngji's all about the routine. Tedious schedules: stirred to her feet by dawn, scrubbing her fingers raw and struggling with the heavy mascot head she's worn every week for over a year now, then coming to school trying--at least, painstakingly trying--to maintain her uniform's immaculate white glow. The routine is not to be messed with. It's familiar and has worked very well for her in the past. It's a bland (albeit comfortable) lifestyle, but she decides one day to try something new. 

"I heard you were looking for an in-house entertainer?" Youngji says, leaning forward from her seat. The clink of the chunky necklace hanging from her neck echoes as silence filled the room. She's face to face with a young cafe owner as of the moment, Youngji's fingertips nervously tapping at her lap as she awaited a response. Her gaze flutters over the female's soft blonde locks and lovely white skin. She's beautiful, Youngji thinks. "I'd like to be able to try out--" look for a better word. "--audition for the job." Her voice had always been her pride, and she smiles brightly despite the butterflies settling in her stomach.

[94xji]

wirttene​: 

Irene looked up from the stack of her notes from today’s lectures to meet the face of a stranger—one that she quickly hoped would be anything but in a matter of a few moments. With a warm smile Irene nodded and adjusted the strap of her backpack that hung over one shoulder. “I have, just a couple days ago. I’m on the second floor—heard there were a lot of people in floor 6 and didn’t want to become a victim of all those footsteps.” A sheepish laugh followed suit of her words after she became aware of her rambling. “It was nice of you to come talk to me, though. I don’t know many people in this area, so this is probably the best start that I can get.” She was doing it again, though the thought only caused her smile to brighten. “What’s your name? I’m Irene.” 

"Irene...that's a lovely name. I take it that you're not from Seoul originally? Oh, um...Ah, my name is Youngji." she says, a bit awkwardly, as youngji's always done on first meetings. One would think she'd get the hang of introducing herself by now, considering she meets a couple dozen new people everyday just by working and being in university.  Still, it remains quite a feat. "I live on the floor above yours and I do agree. It's pretty much a huge crowd up there. I'm guessing it's because people like the view." Youngji's never seen it, however, despite living in cheonguk for two months now. It piques her interest, and she promises herself a trip to the sixth once her schedule's all cleared up (whenever that is). "Do you need any help with getting settled in? I'm real good at lifting stuff and positioning couches." she says, returning a sheepish grin of her own. 

[94xji]

CHOI POI CHO PO PO

CONGRATULATIONS ON CHAM SO NYEO’S DEBUT, TWINJI! 

Your bunny ears are mad awesome. 

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miss you

I miss you too, unnie! Let’s have sushi when you get back!

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I honestly think about why I even bother. The fact that it bothers me,  bothers me also.  I've never regarded myself as the type to want anything in return but, but.  In surfeiting, I sicken myself and  I don't think I want that anymore。

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ᴏғ ᴡᴀɴɢᴋᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ-ɢᴇᴇ

wngjxs

The first time Youngji sees him, he's all cheek and wide cheesy grins, and he's quite tall, she thinks, measuring the top of her head in relation to his height. It was summer, and the family decided to go to Hong Kong to visit a close family friend. It was a vacation she would never forget, and it soon became tradition for a while until Youngji decided their money would be better spent on training. Mr. Wang and Youngji's father were rather close, Mr. Heo being one to travel to a lot of places had him connect with different people. Youngji had the luxury of meeting them whenever time and money allowed. 

She was ten years old when she meets Mr. Wang's "tall" son, Jackdum. She could never get his name right, so in retaliation, he would pull on her pigtails whenever they played outside. Nights in the Wang residence would often involve champagne and the not-so-quiet bickering of children in the background. Youngji thought Jackdum was weird and mean, but his mother would insist that he was nice once she got to know him better. Youngji sometimes wondered what that meant, but that thought was easily cast aside as soon as cartoons started rolling in from the screens of the TV. She doesn't understand anything, however, and Jackdum would always poke fun of that fact. Of course, she paid him no mind, since he alternated using Cantonese instead of English each time he had something to tease her for--but that's just her theory.