#dispatch.

[ocherries]

[ ARE WE ALL LOST STARS ! ]

– Jihun had been conscious of her presence from the instant she entered the room, glancing over the edge of his shoulder with a timid laugh. “Yeah, I-I’ll do that.” The boy leaned forward to clean off the final section of the table, biting his lip and lifting a brow. “How has your day been so far? Am I doing an o-okay job?” He tends to talk an awful lot when he’s feeling anxious.

california was such a different world compared to her lifestyle in south korea. she felt so exposed walking around wearing a bikini while random men catcalled her. being exposed and capturing the attention of men with yellow fever wasn’t the appalling part of this whole new world, it was the flaring hues of the sun caressing her skin. a tanner skin color that would be her new facade, and the growing dislike for her visuals in south korea.

“why are you stuttering?” she chuckles and looks back at him from the ocean view. “you’re doing just fine.. wait, are you korean?”

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”Are you feeling okay? Want me to draw you a bath?“ (From Jianhong)

[ Protective ! ]

even if she was almost entirely stripped down and resting underneath light cotton sheets with a portable fan blowing on her face, her whole body was radiating heat like a pan that had just come out of the oven. hanmi’s eyes stay closed as she endures the pain for minutes longer before she looks up at her company.

“i feel like complete crap.” she says, a soft laugh emits from her dull lips. “can you? i just want something to cleanse my entire body from this gross type of warmth.”

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” You aren’t aloud out past ten, you know that. “

[ Protective ! ]

“yikes..” hanmi pauses and brushes her chestnut brown hair behind her shoulder while waiting for some excuse to slip out between her lips. “it’s a friday night ahjussi. haven’t you heard of a girl’s night out?”

girl’s night out? like hanmi has any friends, yes, she was friendly and always colored her face with a bright smile but so far she has only made one friend in her life. with a mild addiction to underage clubbing still attached to her, she spent nights dressed as an entirely different person to keep her reputation safe. she wasn’t one for the alcohol but for the company of others around her to suppress her loneliness.

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“I know your work is important, but you’re going to end up in hospital if you go on like this!”

[ Worried ! ]

“hospital?” she mumbled to herself, eyebrows beginning to knit together. “i guess it’s just one of those mishaps of preparing to be an idol. don’t worry jinri! sistar was able to do it since their trainee days and so should i.”

as a lover of dance, she knew there were always going to be hardships coming her way with each dance routine. by now, she’s learned that sneakers weren’t a certain footwear that a female should learn to dance with in a dance studio. it was high heels, killer high heels, that she’d someday have to wear on stage, and she was willing to learn how to dance well with them now. however, jinri was right, the discomfort sprouting in her ankles would lead to nearby hospitalization but didn’t beauty equal pain?

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"You're scared? You can come sleep with me I guess"

[ Sharing a Bed ! ]

park kyungri, the female famous for her distinct appearances on entertainment shows where she has the ability to charm both men and women with her looks, was the strutting in front of her and perhaps the only other female she knew who was currently residing in the same hotel as her. hanmi had always thought of kyungri as some type of mortal goddess, and for preparation to meet with her it took hours for one single knock on her door.

“yeah... you know those ouija boards? i broke a rule and played a game by myself.” her teeth gnawed on her lip. “i ended up getting zozo, and i really don’t want to sleep in that suite tonight.”