#jihoonsnu

[seongeunjung]

[text] Jihoon! You left your dirty underwear in my room! I am not your maid, come here and get it!

[seongparkkyung]

[text] I have some news that might sadden you, since you're so obviously in love with me, Holke.

[text] J and I are officially together and none of your homemade casseroles can tempt me to leave her for you.

[text] Please respect our relationship <3

[text] Dude, you know that I'm not gay. If I were, it wouldn't be for you. It'd be for Yoongi, because he doesn't snore.

[text] But congrats!! I'll make casserole for both of you this week, okay?

[seongeunjung]

You Call Me First || Eunjung x Jihoon

Fuck him.

Eunjung wasn’t the type to blame things on people if they didn’t deserve it. Yeah, people sucked but that didn’t mean she had to stoop to their level, right? Eunjung felt her fists clenching and unclenching at her sides, anger boiling up through her being as her heels violently clicked against the cold asphalt. There was, however, one person that Eunjung didn’t mind placing the blame on. Her father. From the time of her mother’s death, he had gone out of his way to completely destroy her life. He blamed her for the death. Why? Because she wasn’t his blood, she was merely an adopted girl of tainted blood. And yet he still demanded that she have dinner with him once a month. Why? To keep up appearances, of course.

That night had been no different from before. A car had suddenly appeared at her door and her father’s employed bodyguards had whisked her away to some random fancy restaurant. Her father focused on his food and refused to even look at her. But, for the first time, she had finally snapped. Halfway through dinner she had slammed her hands on the table and had started to scream at him for the things he had done to her. Why? Just so he would look at her. Some sort of acknowledgement that he knew she existed was enough for her. And yet, he had calmly looked up at her, tucking his napkin on his lap as he calmly said, “These dinners are to show you just how much you have ruined my life. Your mother would be sitting here beside me if it wasn't for you.” Eunjung had stormed out, tears streaming down her face. And yet, of course, She had been on the opposite side of Seongnam from the University. Go figure.

And yet, because of her fear of vehicles, she walked. After only ten minutes, Eunjung’s shoes had come off and were dangling from her hand. Her makeup? Probably messed up, but she didn’t care. She was drowning in the past, drowning in the memories that constantly kept her up at night or woke her screaming from a violent slumber. She looked up from the asphalt, blinking as she realized that she wasn’t too far from the boy’s dorms. She pulled out her cell phone and her jaw dropped. Two hours. She had been walking for two hours, and yet she had hardly noticed any of it.

That was when she became aware of the nearly silent footsteps behind her. She glanced over her shoulder and a chill ran up her spine. There was a man following her (how long had he been there?). He was nearly twice her size. She took a breath and turned a corner. Maybe she was just over thinking things? Maybe he just happened to be walking there. Her paranoia, however, only intensified when he turned the corner behind her. His strides were bringing him closer to her, too quickly for her liking. She turned another corner, hoping it would be coincidence. And once again, he followed.

Eunjung’s heart rate quickened and she fumbled with her phone, unlocking it as she quickened her pace. She quickly clicked into her favorites. But who would she call? Her finger hovered over Hoon’s name, yet it was Jihoon’s voice that filled her head.

“You call me first.”

“I would drop anything in the world to be by your side when you need me, so please call me first. Don’t forget that easily, okay?”

Eunjung’s finger quickly moved over Jihoon’s name and she brought her phone to her ear, biting her lip softly as she waited in anticipation for him to pick up his phone. And then, there was a click on the other line. “Jihoonie?” Her voice was quiet and full of fear. She didn’t want the man behind her to realize she had caught on to what he was doing. “There is someone following me… Please come get me…” She tried to fight the tears in her eyes. Normally she might have turned to fight him off, but there was a limit even to her strength. No. Even though she had avoided him since the beach party, she knew that Jihoon was now the only one who could save her. “I need you..” She whispered again, stomach lurching in fear as she realized that the footsteps were growing closer. It was only a matter of time before he caught up.

[seongeunjung]

[text] I'm in Eunjung's apartment, but there is no Eunjung. I miss her. Come back!

A vibration on the bench next to her in the locker room of the bath house caught Eunjung’s attention. She looked down at the lit screen of her phone and frowned at the name that popped up on the screen. Pyo Jihoon. Hadn’t she gone there to get away from him, to forget what had happened the night before?

And yet, she couldn’t help but pick her phone up and unlock it. She scoffed, rolling here eyes at the words. Missed her? What did he expect, morning sex? No. That was a one time thing. It was not going to happen again. She couldn’t let it happen again. With a frustrated yell, she threw her phone into the locker with her clothes, currently not caring if the screen broke or not. She refused to text him back. No, she couldn't deal with that right now.

She was going to go relax and wash the night before off of her and out of her mind.

[seongeunjung]

Kigurumi || Eunjung x Jihoon

Eunjung was always amazed how homework seemed to pile up. Her classes were out for the day and yet she knew that she would probably spend hours doing the work that she had piled up. And yet, she didn’t feel like she wanted to actually do any of it. A small groan escaped her lips and she laid her head on her psychology book, closing her eyes and sighing softly. Even she was allowed to relax and do something else, right? She picked up her head and rubbed at the corner of her eyes. Eunjung’s eyes were burning from her contacts. Finally, with another frustrated grunt, she pushed herself up and moved into her bathroom.

A long shower later and Eunjung was back out of the bathroom, glasses sitting on her nose and her favorite pajamas on -- a panda kigurumi with short sleeves and legs. The hood sat on top of her blow dried hair. In this outfit, she was much more comfortable. Instead of going to her desk to study like she knew she should, she walked to her sound system and put in one of her mix CD’s. One of her favorite songs started playing and she smiled, turning up the sound.

Eunjung then sat back down, picking up her music appreciation book and opening it. It would help her with working on her new songs for her video blog. She was already a few days late and only had half of the song written that she had promised to her viewers -- all 100 of them. She wasn’t that popular, but she knew that with enough determination, more people would listen to her music.

A knock on the door riled her out of her thoughts and she blinked, looking up at where the sound was coming from. “Coming...?” It wasn’t usual for her to have guests. She clicked the remote to pause her music before jumping over the couch and walking quickly to the door. She opened it, hiding partially behind the door, only her head visible to the person outside. “Um, yes?”