#gmxchangmin

[gmxjubilee-blog]

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it is a godsend that her unni was able to hook this up. jubilee knows and appreciates the notion well—given the fact that she arrives early for the occasional; it wouldn’t have looked good if she, as someone asking favor of another, shows up late! besides, jubilee was mad excited for this new arm business. her own had been a tattered mess after the brunt of everything that happened as of late—hell the little chip in the side of her palm had actually cut skin as she was getting dressed this morning.

the FUCKER$ bandaid on her thigh marked the proof behind that.

still—it takes a considerably small toll on her mood compared to the usual (after all, her legs might not be the longest, but they were a part of a girl’s power—as a whole), given the fact that she was here to get that fixed.

it wouldn’t ever be as pretty as her real arm.

but who was she to complain?

jubilee had long gotten over those insecurities.

attention fixated on the sleek mobile in her hand, jubilee busies herself with the act of texting a certain oppa all while she waits—barely able to suppress the nervous grin that spills over her lips as she occasionally sneaks a glance around to spot the likes of shim changmin oppa.

she’s beyond excited for today.

[gmxnaeun]

just a minute ago { ` utters with no small measure of relief, lips pressed into a line as he moves forward to inspect the damage, searching for bandage edges and red. anything red. } are you okay? did they treat your wounds?

did you grab me a pudding from the cafeteria? { ` blinks slowly, head tilting as she makes slow steps for the multiple beds before her, lashes fluttering as she nods } they did--i'm...you know, toughing out my concussion. { ` laughs, vision blurring when she turns too quickly to face him, counting one or two oppas before decidedly holding up a thumbs up that she rapidly swings from left to right so all of them can see } pretty good though--did you see jinri? is she okay?

[gmxnaeun]

naeun? { ` enters the room quietly, hands shoved into his pockets while he swallows the worry running rampant. the sharp odor of alcohol hits him first, wafting through the air off of discarded clothes laid over a chair. he looks to the hospital bed, fully expecting to see her at least sitting there... of course, he feels that panic rising as he turns to inspect the rest of the room, pulse thumping until the flush of a toilet breaks his thoughts }

{ ` and voila, the pain from the fall finally hits when son naeun starts to sober up--leaving her ultimately in a sore mood as she nurses the bottle of water in her head and tries her best to ignore the ringing of her ears--till bile pools at the back of her tongue and has the woman scrambling off the bed and stumbling toward the bathroom, kicking the door shut as she moves to empty what's left of her stomach contents } fuck me. { ` grumbles, reaching up to flush the toilet before pushing herself to stand, slowly making her way out of the small bathroom, blinking slowly at the male standing in her room } oppa--when did you get here?

[gmxsoojung]

( c ) { ` pauses only for a moment, feigning a sigh } i wanted to tell you in person first but... happy birthday

( c ) ( ` giggles -- knows the sound of victory when she hears it ) you could come over here right now and tell me in person -- i'll pretend i didn't hear that.

[gmxsoojung]

( c ) {` a chuckle } but i already know. i'm asking if you know

( c ) hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm ( ` half hums ) but how will i know if you don't tell me?

[gmxsoojung]

( c ) that would be a surprise. now, what is today, jung soojung?

( c ) huuuuuuuuuuul.... i don't knoooooooooooow -- shouldn't you be the one who knows

[gmxsoojung]

( c ) take a guess. i've got reservations that count on you getting the right answer...

( c ) that's a lot of pressure -- what kind of reservations are we talking here?

[gmxsoojung]

( call ) come out with me tonight.

( ` perks a brow, lips curving despite herself )

( c ) why? what's the big occasion?