fly, fly, fly(er)!
hara enjoys winter, a lot. it’s calmer than the other seasons, with a cool kind of quiet in the streets. perhaps this is because nobody wants to be outside in the freezing cold, and if they are they are quick to move towards their next destination. normally hara would be amongst them; hurrying to and from study halls or libraries or tutoring. however now, in this moment, she is allowed to watch the world go by and take the time to breathe and think. all the while handing out flyers, of course. she isn’t all that unproductive.
if only she was a little louder, so more people would be wiling to accept the flyers for royal entertainment, hara sighs into her scarf, ready to move on when she hears a voice calling towards her. startled that somebody would pick her from the crowd, hara turned to meet the gaze of a stranger. “ah…” she glances at the flyers in his hands, then lets out a soft chuckle. “perhaps… we could trade?” the teenager holds out one of her own pamphlets, with a shy kind of playfulness.
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hara enjoys winter, a lot. it’s calmer than the other seasons, with a cool kind of quiet in the streets. perhaps this is because nobody wants to be outside in the freezing cold, and if they are they are quick to move towards their next destination. normally hara would be amongst them; hurrying to and from study halls or libraries or tutoring. however now, in this moment, she is allowed to watch the world go by and take the time to breathe and think. all the while handing out flyers, of course. she isn’t all that unproductive.
if only she was a little louder, so more people would be wiling to accept the flyers for royal entertainment, hara sighs into her scarf, ready to move on when she hears a voice calling towards her. startled that somebody would pick her from the crowd, hara turned to meet the gaze of a stranger. “ah…” she glances at the flyers in his hands, then lets out a soft chuckle. “perhaps… we could trade?” the teenager holds out one of her own pamphlets, with a shy kind of playfulness.
momentarily caught off-guard, he blinks-- silence stretching as the words settle in his brain. his eyes flicker down the flyer in her own hand, recognizing the structure of it to be similar to his (he sees the company name plastered on there too), and bobs his head-- smile on his face. “sure thing!” he agrees, reaching out to accept hers as he gently nudges his kt flyer into her hand. “anything to help out. i appreciate it.”
he glances down at the flyer in his hand, humming as he reads over it. he can see the company clearly now, and with a fond smile he glances up at her. “royal, huh?” he questions, head cocking to the side as he shifts in place. “congratulations to you! they’re a good company.” he knows that they are-- and remembers for the brief, brief time that he auditioned there-- that he might be able to have been one of them. but he hadn’t made it, just like he hadn’t achieved his dream company-- but kt had accepted him and truth be told, woohyun isn’t too upset about it (he can sing anywhere after all). “i’m sure you’ve been handing out all sorts of flyers, no?”