#ksvkjin

[leehyrei]

"Do you need a hand?"

She looked over at the male and nodded. She had to carry these boxes into the dorm, she could of did it herself, she isn’t weak.But she was very tired from all the work she had to do today.”Just help me carry the rest in please.”

[kimxmiyun]

"What have I done this time?"

"Well for one." Her blue eyes looked into his. "You spilled my tea." She pouted and pointed to the spill.

[yeojung]

ksvkjin:

"Tsk." A click of the tongue was all he could manage as he took a glance towards the lens of the gadget he had in his hands. It has been a humid morning, judging from the accumulation of fog on his lens. Hastily, he tilted his head and removed the strap of the camera from its dangling position around his neck. His hands then reached down to take a small portion of his shirt into his fist and carefully wiped it against the fog-stained lens as if it were a really fragile glass; he couldn’t afford to cause even just a small scratch on one of the camera’s most important part. As an attempt to test the clarity of taken photos after his attempt to clean it, he aimed the camera towards a random direction, unknowingly letting the camera’s flash lighten up a small space in the same direction to where it was aimed. A jolt of embarrassment soon striked him as he took a look at the photoviewer and realization hit him that he had unintentionally shot a picture of a stranger, complete with a bright flash that probably caught their attention.

Mornings were the bane of Soojung's existence... and also the reason she lived. It was an incredibly gigantic paradox to think of it in such ways, but there was probably no other way to accurately describe what the morning was like for her. It was one thing if she was able to stay up until the crack of dawn, right as the sun rose over the horizon (these were the best times to feel utmost satisfaction of pulling an all-night), but it was entirely another page when it came to having to wake up in the early morn' just to take photographs (these were the worst times to feel any sort of satisfaction -- also known in Soojung's book as "the Devil's Hour").

Nonetheless, the mornings were absolutely perfect for taking pictures in her opinion; just as the sunlight trickled in through the morning fog, it usually seemed to set up wonderful lighting, and if Soojung was lucky, she'd find the best place up in the hiking trails to take a few shots of the elderly doing their daily exercises. She was usually alone, for the most part, save for the few older women and men walking past -- definitely the only one not exercising, that would be for sure -- so it was in every way a brief shock to her system when a sudden flash popped off on her right side. Her heart lightly racing at the unintentional burst of light (who the hell used flash in the beauty that was this natural lighting anyway), she turned her head, only to be met by a taller male with a bulky camera of his own in his hands.