#jnghnna

[kyungsoomd]

lexy, peaches, kathmandu.

neko atsume themed questionsfor @jnghnna

lexy: do you value expensive gifts more, or ones clearly from the heart?

“The ones from the heart,” he began, shifting his eyes towards his boots. “The ones from the heart would haunt me with memories even if they didn’t want to. Expensive ones are nice to look at, to display and brag about, even– But I think the ones from the heart have more value. Sentimental ones.”

peaches: do you ever go back on your word, or are you one to always keep a promise, no matter what?

“Uh..” Kyungsoo was always one to prevent promises from being broken. He disliked it when someone broke off and kept his hopes up. He had issues with abandonment because of that, making him hesitant towards befriending people well. “I try to keep them.”

kathmandu: do you like to study and learn new things?

“Of course!” Being in a field where it requires him to be updated with the latest trends and technology for better healthcare services and improvement of a patient’s quality of life. The doctor began scrambling through his magazine rack. ‘Eureka’ popped in his head as he suddenly raised a thin cook book. It had been his newfound interest to learn how to make pork bone soup. “Umma lent me this. Do you think you could try and be the taste tester at least once? I promise you, you won’t get stomach pains– And if you do..” His voice trailed off as his fingertips swiped over his name plate, still shiny despite its usage on a nearly day-to-day basis over the past few years. “You have a doctor attending to your idiosyncratic reaction anyway.”

[amnitiis-blog]

[ continued from here  @jnghnna ]

what she stumbled upon wasn’t planned. neither were the words that left without any direction. she didn’t seek to comfort the woman, she didn’t know how. she was choking on something other than her own words and struggling way past keeping a strong facade. 

she was crumbling and cass didn’t care. she couldn’t find it in herself to. she couldn’t find any version of herself, not in the past or the future that might resemble the girl’s state. it was difficult and a matter of circumstance.

but she could help. there’s a sigh, it’s the only movement she’s given since the female began her descent and if she’d begun crying right there well cass might’ve left. the girl wasn’t looking for help, that much she knew but cass didn’t have empathetic stamped on her forehead. it was reserved for those who could afford it.

she moves, quickly and not to get out the female’s way, it’s to proceed to her friend’s locker, the reason she was here in the first place. she pulls out her boxing gloves, old and used but fine nonetheless. finally turning to the female, she presents her chance. “put 'em on.” she didn’t have to, but cass wasn’t doing this for her own sake. 

“you’re frustrated ‘bout somethin’ right? put ‘em on an’ i want ya’ to swing my way. at all ‘of ‘em. every last damned problem that’s got you pent up.” she holds them out. “you can cry if I leave you here or you can do y’self a favor. ain’t gonna hurt me either so don’t worry ‘bout it.”

so cass wasn’t exactly candle scented therapeutic. but she knew a few things.

[jkbaws]

jnghnna:

[ 장한나 ⇋ kim jennie. ] We talked once before. I’m one of Jisoo’s friends from Yonsei. Do you remember? I’m Hanna.

There was excitement in her eyes when an incoming message presents itself on her phone’s homescreen.

“I’m one of Jisoo’s friends.” it reads, as soon as she opens the message.

And she couldn’t help but toss her phone at the edge of the sofa bed at the sight of it. She’s upset once again. How much worse can the holidays get, really? It’s almost another year and she’s still stuck. How much longer does this last?

As if it wasn’t enough that she’s reminded of the late friend every time she saw her own friend, fellow trainee and group member. There had to be all the people to call her mind to the memory. She wanted to respond quickly for the very rare occasion that Hanna herself was the one who initiated contact and she wanted to at least reassure the distant friend that she hasn’t forgotten.

There was something about the girl that had Jennie drawn like a magnet despite the blatant emphasis on fighting shy of the potential friendship. She didn’t know what exactly the female had thought of her and she couldn’t assume anything positive from how aloof she was with Jennie. She’s sensed that she probably didn’t like her, or something about her at the least, and it was more of an obligation to talk to her because of the mutual friend — the mutual friend who couldn’t be brought back even with a thousand words or plenty liters of tears. And that’s what made the simple task of replying so painful to commit to.

It would mean another conversation of shared glum. A jog at her memory. She didn’t want any more of it, convinced that she’s moved on from it. How long should a person mourn? How long did she have to mourn? There should be a deadline or whatever else. Just something that could put a cap on all the shambles that kept gnawing at her feet and laying a hold of half her mind. Terrible, terrible distraction with what she has to deal with six days of the week and only a day to rest or channel her thoughts into stimulating activities.

Just no way around it. When she feels things have gone better, it’s when something from behind strikes at her.

From the living room, in her lazy sprawled position on the couch, she glances up at the kitchen in all its mess. Whenever she was stressed, she would wind up doing chores and would have always done it in a meticulous fashion. That’s right. She remembers even more so now. They hadn’t met only once. There was a time she had the female try out her mediocre cooking.

After a good hour of brooding, she finally musters the courage to respond.

[ sms → hanna jjang ] o... is this real? what do you mean do I remember? of course I do!

Classic Jennie. It doesn’t stop there.

[ sms → hanna jjang ] didn’t I make you a lunch box before? we didn’t just talk once! and we won’t just talk twice. how have you been? how was christmas? ^u^

[yeozus]

I wish you a Merry Christmas, Hunter oppa. May all the love, happiness and security surround you on this particularly lovely day. I genuinely hope you’ll get to spend it with those that mean a lot to you.

I hope you like your present. [ x ]

Love, Hanna.

[96park-blog]

“You need to think about yourself every once in a while.”

worried starters (x)

Kyungah mumbled to herself as it seemed that her same aged friend was scolding her for giving away her food to someone else who she hadn’t have met before. She did it many times before, and just let herself go hungry until she was able to go home for the day when all of her classes were finished for the day. This made Kyungah look sick most of the time when she was so hungry and couldn’t do anything properly, which made her friend worried about her. Instead of Kyungah going out to eating lunch by herself, where she would give her food away, the other female made it apparent that she’d come along and they would eat lunch together for the first time in a long time. They were sat at a table, and Kyugah really believed daggers were being shot out of the other females eyes as she watched Kyungah eat her food. “I know…” She replied to the other in a low tone. “I just feel bad sometimes–”

[kmtaes]

"this is huge! this is bigger than huge this is - what's bigger than huge?"

[ ! ] source: 100+ starters | @jnghnna | (status: accepting)

       “Huger?” He replies rather obtusely, soon laughing at his own callow answer before correcting the word. “Enormous? Yeah, that’s it. Enormous.” Nodding as if satisfied with his revised answer, he claps once before pointing at the substantially large Christmas tree in front of them.

[kjiwn]

@jnghnna

Jiwon didn’t like most things that didn’t leave a good first impression and that was arguably his best, yet also worst character trait. Not to say that he had a hard time growing fond of things for she knew him to be the type of person to easily open up his heart for others, be it fans, strangers or mere acquaintances. But when there was something that caught his eye and left a bad first impression, as he liked to call it, then there was hardly any going back from it. He appeared to be the sort of person who could easily keep track of things and remember even the smallest of incidents. This kind of love for detail was visible on stage too, but it could get to be a little irritating every once in a while when one knew the person behind the idol on stage.

So she sat there and allowed for the male to speak his mind when he voiced his dislike for that particular colleague of Hanna that had asked her to accompany him to the Christmas party the hotel manager had invited the entire staff to. And while the student initially wanted to refuse the offer for lack of interest and no desire to spend what little free time she had in a place she didn’t really want to be at anyway, something about the way Jiwon had to let her know his opinion had her smiling tiredly while shaking her head at his antics. Hanna thought that maybe, he was forever going to stay a child if he kept on behaving like this but it wasn’t meant in a good way.

She knew he cared and that was quintessentially the only thing that really mattered.

❝You don’t know him.❞ Hanna was quick to deadpan once the other declared he wasn’t fond of a person he had never truly bothered to speak to. Perhaps it was the fatigue that spoke out of her, or just the simple desire to get some peace of mind before asking the other to leave so that she could take a nap. Either way, the student didn’t feel well to begin with and while he didn’t do anything to make her feel worse, the debate made her feel unnecessarily insecure about said colleague’s invitation. ❝How can you not like someone you never really met? You’ve only ever heard me talking about him and that was like once or twice! Don’t be so quick to judge him, oppa. That’s not fair.❞

It wasn’t the first time the male had been showcasing such strong view and feelings. He was a caring person, no doubt about that. But sometimes, mostly due to being around their leader Hanbin too much, he was beginning to become blunt, his words received through no filter whatsoever. And occasionally, he would tend to overdo things. This case was the same. “I don’t fuckin’ care if I don’t know him. Well and truly that’s the whole point, if I don’t know someone due to them being a mysterious person, I don’t trust their intentions.” To put it clearly, Bobby rarely trusted anyway. Despite coming across as the most friendliest of people, the male rapper always had his guard up, past events had forced him to do so. So whilst being wary of the people that approach him, Bobby made sure to also look out for the people he cared about.

“What’s not fair? Have you ever said anything nice about him? He ever made you happy-- all I ever hear from you is how he’s always trying to hug you and shit.” The expressions that were masked over the elder’s face showed evidence of disgust, his head slowly shaking with a shroud of disapproval. What he didn’t quite grasp was why Hanna was advocating him in the first place, what was she to gain out of it anyway. And if going on this dinner with him was something she’d planned to do, why did the need to discuss it with Bobby even occur to her? “Don’t be so quick to judge? You can tell me that, but what about the rest of this judgmental world. Sorry yeah, but first impressions count.” With his said words, escaped a small chuckle, a hint of mock clouded behind it.

“If you wanna go with him, go. I ain’t gon’ stop you.”

He simply shrugged his shoulders, reaching across the bed they’d settled themselves down onto to grab his phone. He awaited her response to what he’d said, but it seemed as though suddenly, she’d become very nervous, and quiet. And evidently, Bobby was beginning to get frustrated. It wasn’t his intention to make her feel some type of way, only to look out for her was what he was trying to do, but it looked like she didn’t really need his opinion. For that reason alone, Bobby closed his mouth, simply going away at his phone, thumb silently gliding across the screen of the handheld device.

[wrcyter]

@jnghnna

“It’s good publicity.”

That’s what his manager had said, as he and Chanyeol were toured around Yonsei University’s language and arts department. The young author was not so convinced, but said nothing, as he looked up at the grand paintings on ceilings and the rushing students heading to and out of class. 

A pen pal project had been started in the university, inviting students under the language, art, or history department and published authors in Seoul to participate. The concept was simple. The authors and students were to send fifteen letters back and forth (making a total of 30 letters), the students expressing their doubts to the authors and the authors encouraging the students. The catch? The students did not know what author they had, but the authors were given a photograph and basic information of the student they were writing to. By the end of the 5-week project, the letters would be revealed to the public in some broadcasting channel, and one student would be given the opportunity to work under a publishing company over the summer. 

It seemed simple enough, but Chanyeol is lost as to how this is even close to charity, and how they will even pick a student based off their letter handwritting. Unfortunately, Chanyeol has long since lost the art of sending letters. 

But the moment he’s given the folder of his student, he feels a little lighter about the situation. By the following Monday, there is a white envelope sent her way, her name written in the front with neat penmanship. It’s a short letter, giving away basic information about himself, but it’s the ending that’s his conversation starter.

‘Say you dreamt the same dream for two nights.If you saw parts of your dream happen in real life, would it still be a dream the next night?’