She had taken her coat and jacket off a few moments earlier. Naeun had a smirk on as she worked out the kinks from her shoulder. Her friends were both wearily and amusedly glancing at her determination, ultimately shaking their heads when she asked for another rematch. The group of them were hanging out by the arcades not far from SOPA, her former high school and the one her friends still went to.
Playfully glaring at them, she huffs bitterly. They had been playing ‘dance dance revolution’, the old version and not the fancy xbox kinect or sensor motion games. Naeun absolutely adored this model of the game. Reflexively pressing the buttons confirming a game for two players, she gasped worriedly.
Quickly looking around her, she spots a boy wearing her former school’s uniform nearby. Grabbing a hold of his sleeves, she desperately pleads “Please help me out! I need a partner for this game,” Eyes growing wild as the countdown for the game to start begins, “please! please please.... quickly.”
you deserve better (feat. sanchez) by verbal jint to be crying because of love? you’re pretty enough, let me be by your side pretty girl, that guy still doesn’t know you (he doesn’t know) pretty girl, he can’t see the jewel inside of you
( tw! blood, death )
sirens. they’re loud and alarming, they shake the walls and answer to shouts and cries for help. she sees red and white and blue, a call between hell and heaven over the sound of emergency and distress. there’s red everywhere. it seeps into the ground and rids purities of their intricate designs. it destroys everything. it spills from a sole source and jihyun is at the other end, hand stilled, body un-moving. she echoes the body before her; skin as cold as ice, expression halted in the last few seconds of passion. she can still hear his yell beneath her fingers, the way the pressure of love and hatred swarmed beneath a pulse and suddenly stopped at the last grip of life.
boxes are tipped over, clothes strewn around the room, trampled on by a dozen pair of shoes. words are spoken and jihyun, in the midst of it all, can’t hear – can’t answer. she can only see it happen.
white is tainted by red, a dozen eyes flown to a woman without a mind but blinded by love. the weapon of choice thrown to the side. her fingers drip with a substance she doesn’t recall touching but is there, by choice – by default? it’s a temporary loss of knowledge because her thoughts are once more disturbed by speech. a speech of alarm and quick codes.
she doesn’t know who called them, nor does she have the chance to ask because she hears a clatter of silver and metal against a chilled floor. white tiles tainted with a drying rouge. it’s stick and starting to smell, the scent an obvious twinge of regret and confusion.
lee jihyun. that was her name but she doesn’t answer to it. not when as a white sheet covers his body, the only thing she can care to say is his. a yelp, a scream ( changmin! ) as they move the body. hands hesitantly hold onto death as if frightened that any move would have his murderer fleeing over to him. and they were right. steps are made, pulled free from ice and hastened to a run, attempts made to hold onto a body that is of no oxygen and a failure of pulses.
her hands push him down, hindering the motion, he wasn’t leaving. she presses a cheek to a stalled chest, eyes wild with blurs and tears, crying for nothing as the paramedics are at alarm. hands reach out to her but she’s screeching, a mess of korean is thrown into the air as she scrambles to fall to the floor and cling to a man she subconsciously knows is not with them any longer.
“don’t leave, changmin.” each word is chanted several times, in a voice so close to a whisper that even she can’t hear them properly. “don’t leave.”
(` changmin was a math tutor— but he only had 2 students and he needed to make a living somehow— singing in the bar for minimum and non existent tips was getting real tiring ) …(` he had business cards even ready for this—- he was going to convince someone they sucked at math enough to hire him ) ..(` walking up to a girl— he was sure was in high school if not high school a freshman in university then ) Hi there, I’m Shim Changmin— and I tutor math, even college level. (` he smiles a simple smile holding out a business card bowing slightly ) I’m sure you’re smart, but if you ever want help I’d be happy to. (` he says ) I- may I ask are you in high school? (` he looked down at her to look more closely at her face, because she looked like she could be—- plus she was short but everyone was short compared to him )
[/being presented with a business card, Minji took it from his hands and returned a small bow; examining the card for a short moment before looking back up at the stranger standing before her] Hi Mr Shim. [/she mirrored his smile, shaking her head lightly to respond to him and then using the card to cover her eyes as he leaned down to get a closer look; amused that she could still pass off as a high school student, probably due to her stature] As flattered as I am to appear that young in your eyes, I’m sorry to disappoint but I’m not a high school student. [/giving out a soft hum, she retreated slightly and handed the card back to him] And math is one of my strongest subjects. I’m sorry… [/before he could take it back though, she withdrew her hand] but, I do have younger cousins who are still in high school. Who knows they might be looking for one. Want me to advertise for you?
▬ Name: Shim Changmin
▬ Age: 22
▬ Category: Singer
▬ Experience: He's been singing since the age of ten along with his father at their churches choir. Though he doesn’t sing there anymore, he went on in high school to perform at small events and he, well, sings in the shower often. Eventually was scouted by JYP where he trained for almost 4 years, and was considered one of the most promising trainees due to the power in his voice.
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