( turning tables; ) sy & ljh
jihyun is generally a simple person: there are things she likes doing and there are things she doesn’t.
sitting in a restaurant with her dad and older sister to “celebrate” her mum’s death anniversary certainly belons to the latter category. jihyun made sure to be vocal about her dislike regarding the whole thing, but her father was relentless; and since her sister weren’t against the idea either, it was two against one. and besides, it’s not like she had anything better to do anyway, but still, jihyun didn’t think that having dinner and being nostalgic and all that was a good way to honor the memory of the most important person in her life.
“you haven’t eaten anything yet, jiji,” the blonde hears her father’s words but she doesn’t react to them. she doesn’t even look up from her almost completely full plate of kimchi, chopsticks flipping over and back between her fingers as she tries to distract herself just so that she didn’t have to listen to her dad talking but she can’t shut the entrance of her ears off completely, either. she really shouldn’t be acting this way; even though jihyun has been cold to her father ever since the accident (and it’s been a year), she still usually avoided letting the immense sadness and desperation overcome her because she knew that it wouldn’t lead her anywhere anyway. she didn’t want to be known for the never-ending misery always reflected on her face nor did she want to be recognized as some kind of emo girl (there were always stupid people like that at her school) but the ball of happiness and a radiating sunshine she had been before her mother’s death.
but it was hard. and albeit all her attempts, she still ended up failing once in a while.
“i’m not hungry,” the answer finally rolls off her tongue in a rather dry manner, still not looking up but she feels a squeeze around her wrist. she appreciates her sister’s comfort but this really isn’t what she craves right now, all she wants to do is just go home and mourn her mother in silence and solitude, not even with tears because jihyun is already beyond that phase. but it would still be a lot better than what they’re doing right now.
her dad is about to speak but then there’s a buzz interrupting and a familiar ringtone and jihyun slides her hand into her pocket, feeling her father’s judging eyes on her but she takes a look at the screen anyway, eyebrows furrowing in the instant she sees the name “seo yoon” popping up. “what the…” the murmur comes out before she slides her thumb over the screen and lifts the phone to her ear. “hello?”
