#jyminwoo

[xjywonshik]

scald

@jyminwoo

        (The user shoots boiling hot water at its target. This may also leave the target with a burn.)

mornings are never fun. or at least, waking up. what’s even less fun than mornings is being up early and without his coffee--he doesn’t remember exactly when he started drinking it, but these days he can’t go a morning without drinking a black cup of it hot enough to burn off his tastebuds. (he wonders when it started tasting like nectar rather than liquid dirt, but one shouldn’t ever question acquired tastes.)

he doesn’t know why he promised to meet someone up here so early, but he didn’t have time to make coffee, much less grab a cup on his way to the contest hall. his meeting is finally done though, so he drags himself to the nearest place with what's barely better than instant, a little stall inside the hall. he’s got another meeting of sorts later so he figures he might as well hang around.

he’s got the lid half off as he rounds the corner, headed to a quiet area he knows he can lounge in, and completely misses the other person coming around the other side. thankfully he avoids hitting them in the face with his drink... but he still manages to dump half of it over the other guy’s shirt, coffee that’s still scalding hot.

wonshik winces in sympathy, his fingers also burned by the coffee. he can only imagine what it feels like to have it dumped all over him--he also recognizes him from some of the upper level contests, and the shirt he’s wearing doesn’t exactly look inexpensive. please don’t have the money or time to sue him.

he babbles.

“are you--i’m really fuc--i’m so sorry.”

[xxjywheein-blog]

dynamite

ft. @jyminwoo.

the pd’s assistant was trying to keep it cool, but wheein was sure she saw the young woman bite back a scream while arranging no minwoo’s complimentary gift basket (the show was trying something new—fruits, mostly. everyone loved fruits. guava. papaya. mhmmm). statistically speaking, glow was bound to have fans, especially among the younger demographic. wheein thought it was kind of sweet, actually. it made her remember her own fangirl days some years back. an actor with most beautiful charizard she’d ever seen. and then she met him and he turned out to be a jerk, so the infatuation went down the toilet. 

for the assistant’s sake, she sincerely hoped minwoo was not a jerk.

not that wheein was suspicious or anything. she was sure minwoo was a perfectly wonderful person with some perfectly wonderful pokemon. wheein totally didn’t trust sableyes, especially not ones named butcher, but it was all cool. not like minwoo was going to have his sableye trailing behind him at the studio. of course not. ha. hahaha. don’t jinx it, she told herself. if he walked in with it, it was going to be her fault. 

speak of the devil—the pd’s assistant shrieked as the door opened. wheein took it to mean no minwoo had just arrived for his radio interview. wheein stood up and swept some of the stray debris away from their centre of operations before the coordinator could enter. one of guavas got swept up with the… sweeping and fell to the floor, rolling along until it hit minwoo’s shoes. wheein stared at the runaway fruit for a long moment before cracking into a grin. “looks like the fruit’s FALLING for you too, huh?” she said. cringed. she couldn’t take it back once it was out there.