#dhnjiae

[dhnjunho-blog]

❛ can i help you carry your stuff? it seems heavy. ❜

( PROMPT #001 : THE INTRODUCTION )

another day and it had been morning. junho was on his way home, holding up paper bags full with school and art supplies for jihye. who knew that children at daycare needed a lot of items for learning even at such a young age. substantially, the neurosurgeon would have no trouble at all holding up and yet it felt like the day was challenging him in a way.

he was indeed struggling.

probably due to the fact that he stayed up late and got little to no sleep at all last night.

and somehow, miraculously the father of one managed to reach up (read: almost failing and risking falling off of the said items) towards the floor they resided in until a voice prompted him, halting all of his actions as he decided to offer her a look. quite the familiar face as they were undoubtedly neighbors. “please, if you don’t mind” offering her one of the bags that had least weight. 

not forgetting a “thank you,“ when they had reach his front door. 

[dhnseongmi-blog]

❛ we’re not going to make it for the screening. ❜

She checked the time on her phone again, nervously biting down her lip - she was stressed. “We still might.. There’s always the commercials and trailers in the beginning” she gave the other a small smile, trying to look somewhat convincing even though she did not really believe it herself. 

She looked up at the electronic sign, announcing the subway train’s next stop - still too many to go. She sighed a little as it sunk it, they were not going to make it. Maybe not the biggest deal, it was just a movie after all. But it was also the first time they were actually doing an activity together that did not take place at the cemetery and Seongmi had been very excited about it, about sharing an experience, however mundane it might be, that did not have them think about dead people every other second. “I guess you’re right” she admits out loud. “I’m so sorry”

[dhntaesung-blog]

'Is this seat taken?'

He doesn't hear the question at first, too focused on the video that was playing on his laptop's screen to realize it had even been directed at him. Taesung was sat in his usual spot at the coffee shop, watching the dance practice that he'd asked one of his fellow instructors to record so that he could watch it and critique his own moves. A mistake on his part. He was far too hard on himself even when he didn't have the recording to point out small little mistakes he'd made here and there. Mistakes that no one but him could even notice due to the fact he had been the one to create the choreography and so to the outside world it probably looked so polished and refined. But not to him, not in the slightest. He had been counting the times he was off beat by a fraction of a second and the amount of times he didn't hit a mark where he was supposed to hit it and at that point, the list was hitting double digits. Unacceptable in his mind, even if no one else thought that way.

However, after he'd registered that the voice had indeed been talking to him and that he actually recognized it, he cleared his throat and quickly paused the video. "Shit- sorry." He mumbles out as he slams his laptop shut and almost catches his finger in it in the process, trying to avoid having to talk about the video of himself dancing because he didn't want to go into just how many things he found wrong with it. Nor did he want the embarrassment of admitting he'd be that focused on a video of himself. "No it's not- it's not taken." Taesung continues, gesturing towards the seat before finally looking up to see the voices owner. Honestly? He knew it was Jiae, he didn't need to look up to figure it out and there was a part of him that didn't want to at all. That part of him that fully believed he'd probably ruined their friendship, the part of him that was convinced she probably hated him for it. He did, somewhat. But he couldn't dwell on that now. She was there, it had to be for a reason, right? Unless she really didn't hate him and that nothing had changed between the two. That was wishful thinking, wasn't it? He couldn't let his mind wander that far. 

"Hi Jiae.." The male states, rubbing the back of his neck before he's trying to make himself seem as comfortable as possible even though there was that small bit of him that felt guilty for avoiding her like he had been. Could she really blame him though? Who knew. "What's up? Come to join me for coffee or to watch me judge myself and my abilities as a dancer?"

i. daehangno prompts 001.ii. for @dhnjiae​

[dhnalex-blog]

❛ you scraped your knees. i have first aid, maybe we can go to my place? ❜

he’d known even before he’d attempted to scale the rock wall that he was getting too old for this shit, and here he was, on the floor and proving himself absolutely right. it wasn’t to say that alex wasn’t necessarily the most unfit of people his age, but he hadn’t exactly been top notch athlete material since the injury. he preferred to spend his days at the clinic, and if he wasn’t there, he was most likely running or catching up on sleep in the oddest of places. running was easy; he didn’t have to think too hard, and he could let his mind wander while letting his muscles run on autopilot. being at the clinic was easy too, and both the young and old alike loved his beatific smile and gentle ease with which he handled their injuries. 

but trying to be athletic again was hard; it was hard trying to get his muscles into the habit of doing more than simple work and running. it was hard doing anything particularly strenuous, especially when it came to his knees. and so within the first thirty seconds of him being on the rock wall, alex’s knee had undeniably protested the movement, and had promptly ushered him into a rather uneventful fall right back onto the floor, earning him both a bruised knee ( and a bruised ego ). he looked up towards the face of a kind young woman who’d offered him help alongside the belay who seemed more amused than concerned, and he huffed out a breath, an uncharacteristic flush dancing just under his cheeks. “i don’t think it was much trouble,” he grouses, clearing his throat and looking away even though he still sat on the floor holding his knee, “i’d rather not be a bother either, but thank you for asking.”

[dhnyiseul]

'Have you heard of this song before? It's so good, I've had it on repeat for weeks'

prompt #001  : @dhnjiae

yiseul would claim that she’d been minding her own business when the younger female had entered the subway carriage and took a seat next to her, but she couldn’t stop herself from subtly glancing  at her seatmate’s phone screen as the other took out her phone and started humming to the song she was currently listening to.

the song titles that littered the screen were mostly of upbeat and pop-ish songs, something that matched the other’s appearance. yiseul noted how the younger had the fresh girl-next-door look that was favoured in south korea, internally wondering how is it that some people simply win the genetic lottery while yiseul herself is stuck with a plain face.

she blinks when her seatmate turns to her and offers her an earbud, surprised by the friendliness of such an act. yiseul peers over politely to read the song title and scrunches her nose, wondering if she’s listened to the song properly before. “the title looks very familiar, but i can’t recall whether i’ve given it a good listen,” the former athlete replies, putting the earbud in her ear, her usual curious deer in the headlight look intensifying as she pays attention to the melody.

“oh, i recognise the chorus. one of the girls i coach keeps on singing it,” she says out loud, her tone of one recognition. “i keep on forgetting to ask her what the name of the song was but now i know. thanks for helping me solve a mystery,” yiseul grins at the other. 

[dhnllyr-blog]

'Are you talking to me?'

ᴅᴀᴇʜᴀɴɢɴᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴛs #001

ᴀ sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴜɴғᴏʟᴅs ғᴏʀ @dhnjiae

Spoken language guideline: { Japanese. } Korean. English.

Admittedly, her initial response is not one he would have expected. It catches him off guard and it takes him a few seconds to actually re-collect himself properly before he nods slowly. “Well considering there’s basically nobody else here..” Byeongsu begins, words followed by a brief chuckle. “I think you dropped this.” He then continues, hand helt out with his palm turned upwards, displaying the set of keys he had picked up from the ground only a moment earlier. He’s fairly sure they’re hers, at least sure enough to assume. Who else’s could they be after all? 

He offers up a bit of a polite smile, almost as if he feels apologetic for bringing the matter to her attention..As if he has disturbed her in the midst of something extremely important. A reflex, to lessen the blow if he would end up being mistaken. Anything to spare himself the trouble of unnecessary discomfort. He’s not in the mood for anything of the sort, There’s a lot on his mind, with a deadline to meet within the next 24 hours, there is not much time to spare for pointless dwelling on unpleasant encounters. And knowing himself, it is something he’d easily get stuck on. So he hopes for a pleasant one, hope’s he’s right and that he won’t have to face anything he doesn’t feel prepared for.