#hrchaeyoung

[hrsangwoon-blog]

“Let me in sometime!”

Deep Starters | Accepting.

Sangwoon contemplated for a moment, a brief moment. He stared at the petite framed female as if his gaze would answer her. Albeit, he did not know her well. Her face barely prodding amongst the sea of his roommates’ friends. Even if he knew he shouldn’t, he still opted for the following. “No. Why should I?” His voice exited with a void of emotion. His head wondered briefly if the latter would catch on. 

He waited for a moment, watched her reaction before a smile broke out. His cheeks creased on the sides to display his mirth, “Ah,” The sound failed to exit as smooth as he wanted. “I’m just joking. But, sure. Just call for me and I’ll get you when you want.”  

[hrxmisook-blog]

“I’m not comfortable with this conversation.”

prompt.

→ irritation sweeps across the model’s features before misook can catch and cage it. it’s a split second exposure, revealing her true thoughts, but just as quickly as it comes, she schools her expression into something a little more neutral. granted, misook has never been an actress and traces of her emotions remain in the tension of her jaw and the slight furrow of her brows.

misook hardly knows the girl but she had wanted to understand how she could have taken such leaps so carelessly but, she realizes now, her questions may have made the girl anxious. so instead, she waves off the awkward interaction and finishes with, “well, certainly reach out if you ever desire to go back to where you were. i’m certain i could help patch some things up for you.”

[hravstin-blog]

“It’s not that easy, you know.”

on the basketball court

“i’m sorry to hear...” 

he wasn’t sure what to say, instead he looks down at the container that he had bought over for her to have. the restaurant had a bit of leftover food so he decided to take the remaining food. he didn’t really want it, rather he wanted to give it to a friend of his. now he wasn’t sure if he should be giving her the food. 

instead, he slides himself across the table as he ends up sitting across from her. he didn’t know what else to do, other than give his support or at least just be a listening ear for her. putting the container on the table, he slides it to her. 

“i may not know what to say for the meantime but.. if you were to tell me more, maybe i could say or help out? it’s not good to keep to keep quiet, it’s usually best to let it out when you need to...” 

[hrsophia-blog]

“It’s not that easy, you know.”

DEEP STARTERS 

“and that is okay, chaeyoung sweetheart.” she smiles at her and hands her a small box of croissants that she had prepared for her to bring home. she knew that sometimes its hard to do certain things. when she was that age, she knew she wanted to get graduate and be able to own her own bakery in the near future. “we all go on our own pace, there’s no need to be rushing to things.” 

she tucks in some of her hair behind her ear and purses her lips slightly, thinking about what else she could say that would be encouraging for the younger girl to not give up. “how about we take baby steps? one step at a time.” she smiles slightly at her. “taking little steps while accomplishing your goals helps, no one is forcing you or making you take a giant leap.”

“if it helps you a little, i can.. you could say, walk down this path with you. i will always support you no matter what. i hope you won’t forget about that.” she purses her lips slightly before nodding, “how about we try it again, but together this time. what do you say, chaeyoung dear?” 

[hrbin]

Blissfully lost in a post-“positive evaluation” haze, Bin practically skipped on his way back to his apartment.

Alone time with himself and a delicious Cuban sandwich seemed ideal after being drained of every last drop of his social energy. ( And due to his mindset of fuck dieting during a celebration. ) All was indeed quiet on the Western Front until he nudged open the door – only to see an oddly familiar figure lingering in his living room. Reflexively, he jolted from shock and lifted his instrument in immediate defense.

He seemed to have completely forgotten the presence of his roommate. 

It took a moment for his mind to register his own empty hands and the sandwich he had spread across the ground, its contents spilling out. “Ah, fuck…-- Seriously?” He reached down to grab the paper stuck beneath his foot. With the adrenaline already pumping through his veins, the other’s presence made his body tense. His brows knit together in irritation for a brief moment as he gazed down at the bag of chips in his hands. He wiggled his fingers to make the thin material crinkle.

There was a sense of defeat in Seungbin’s eyes as they traveled downward to the disaster at his feet. Unsalvagable. He lowered the guitar back to its home draped across his chest before unhooking the strap and gingerly placing it back inside. His back remained towards the other man ㅡ he didn’t need to see how he handled the instrument with all the tenderness one would with a newborn infant. Then, he contorted his body to reach towards the sandwich and unopened chips in the doorway.

“Hey, Chaeyoung. You scared the shit out of me -- . With your face.”

@hrchaeyoung

[hrchloe-blog]

“What was your childhood like?”

❝ um… well… ❞ chloe bites her bottom lip as the subject comes up. it’s always a difficult one.  ❝ so my father is the ceo of a large korean company. i worked hard  studying to potentially work my way up through the company but that dream was crushed pretty early on when my father told me that ‘woman were to be kept behind the scenes’… ❞ chloe lets out a large sigh, she had only talked about her past to her therapist  

❝ we then clashed often resulting in large rows, my only solace was my sister and my mother. my mother knew how to calm down my father. they always say behind every great man is a great woman. my mother was the epitome of this… but she was only in the picture for a short time. i was sixteen when she was gone. ❞ chloe takes a deep breath, trying to keep her emotions under control. it was difficult when discussing her family.  

❝ so me and my dad fought more and more. when i turned eighteen i told him i was leaving for england and he told me if i walked out the door to never come home. so i didn’t. i grabbed my clothes, as much money as i could get and then i left. my little sister begged me not to leave, she was going to be all alone in a big house with two people who didn’t give a damn about her and i kept going. i just left her. ❞ at this point her voice has increased in volume and slightly in pitch. a pause. 

she uses the corner of her sleeve to wipe her eyes and looks at the male in front of her. pink radiates from her cheeks as she lets out a nervous chuckle. she realises she has given the boy a history lesson on the hwang family that he properly didn’t want to hear.  ❝ um… so what about yours. ❞

[hrchloe-blog]

“It’s like you don’t have a care or worry in the world.”

❝ i worry like everyone. i have just learnt to hide it. ❞ chaeyoung’s comment hurt her. the guilt of leaving her sister behind to be with the father and brother the two of them so hated still eats her up inside. she established herself so that she could come back with her head held high without her father looking down on her. i thought about you every day. ❝ i hoped. i prayed that you had managed to get yourself away from them. ❞ she is honest with every word she speaks. chloe knows it will take more than just words to mend their relationship. ❝ can we hang out? and see where this takes us?  ❞  

[hrchloe-blog]

awaited reunion

there is a distinct click-clack as chloe walks across the pavement, her black boots increasing her height several inches. she scans the area of the park. ‘chae isn’t here yet’ she thinks as she takes a seat on the cool wooden bench that lined the park in front of her. a space that used to be nothing but lush greenery, now concrete and stone take over the landscape. it still holds the same charm as when they would visit it together. she hopes they can put the previous years behind them and start fresh if she can explain why she had to leave she thinks that she can get through to her younger sibling. chloe misses her sister and hopes more than anything they can get along again. she crosses her knees and brushes the pleated skirt so it falls to its full length rather than bunch up. a tug on the large billowing sleeve of the thick knitted fabric that covers her torso. her aesthetic for chunky and oversized knitwear was a big reason she loved the colder months. the diversity of the clothing made it easy to wear with anything even when she was heading to an event. she was trying to make a good impression being away for so long she was unsure how chaeyoung will react.

chloe reaches into the small dark leather bag, a contrast to the lighter attire. she grabs her phone, a large rectangle that was predominantly screen. it was a model behind, it does everything she wants it to do and the tech guys are back home so she has no insight towards tech. she looks over the last text chain ‘see you at lunch’ seen and read. a few more minutes and she will be reunited with the sister she has been thinking about. as she waits she starts flicking through social media, mainly business and work related to see what was happening with the company while she was away but every now and again checking her personal accounts.

@hrchaeyoung