#p.lot

[jyminha-blog]

a modest mouse

-- @jyhyuna

Suwon was a long way from home. It took a good chunk of the day to get their on public transportation, and even longer on her Gogoat. Not that he couldn’t get her there quickly— she just didn’t want to overexert him. That, and the scenery was nice. But regardless: Suwon was a long way from home, and Minha wouldn’t decide to pop in without reason.

What she wants to say is that she’s job searching. Without a family business to uphold, there was no steady source of income. She had done well in saving money in her youth, but you could only go so far on rainy day jars and piggy banks. The occasional friend or stranger in need of a last minute sitter would show up and ease her worries, though those were only short-term solutions to a long-term issue, and she needed to find something better before she was down to her last legs.

What she’s actually doing is trying to find a friend, or rather an acquaintance. One Moon Hyuna had entered her life not too long ago and she was positively enamored. The older woman had been in Seoul while Minha was on a test visit, and it was easy to latch onto her for emotional safety. They had lunch together and had small talk, bonding over not being from town— anymore, on her part.

They didn’t see each other again after that, but she can’t forget the other woman. She had a pull to her however small, and Minha found it easier to follow it than fight it. A trip to Suwon wouldn’t hurt. It’s not like she was outright tracking Hyuna down, just… wandering around where she lives, for a chance to bump into her.

When hunger and her penchant for cute things drags her into a cafe and she spots the older woman, she wonders if her family’s watching over her.

She’s pushed the door halfway open already, but she bolts outside— after screaming— to the closest corner and releases Mine. “Go grow some flowers,” she tells the Gogoat without the hint of a joke in her voice. “Or find some. Whichever is easier.”

Brushing her hair and checking herself with a glass display, she walks back into the cafe. “Hi, you,” she tries to say cooly as she breezes past the door, but her pitch rises a little too high. She hopes Hyuna doesn’t notice.

[jyminha-blog]

flaps in the wind

-- @jyjhuang​

The first time Minha leaves her team home is a tough one. Figaro is clingy, she expects this, and Mine sends her off with a stare that tells her he’d be worrying for her. Even PD follows her to the train, though she tries to hide it by literally turning invisible.

“Don’t worry!” she says to them moments before her ride gets to the station, kneeling by the youngest of them and patting his head. “I’ll be back before you know it.” She blows a kiss to the hidden ghost and nods to her Gogoat; she’d have given him a hug, but she’s afraid he would have sensed her nerves. A small gesture was all she could give him to quell his fears without exposing her own. Running onto one of the cars, she watches them through the glass until the train leaves the station completely. Only then does the weight of the situation sink in. She’s relieved the train was relatively empty at that time of day, so only the distracted businessman and the quiet traveler are witness to her curling up in her seat, hugging her knees to her chest.

A boyfriend wasn’t something she had in her long-term plans. Not that she had plans to begin with, but it was still a surprise. She always figured she’d grow old with her team, maybe a couple more from eggs and trading. Or a girl. But her team more so.

A fake boyfriend was even more unlikely. She had no one to impress or hide things from, and the concept didn’t even cross her mind until a friend had brought it up. Jackson seemed like a good boy though— the brief time they’ve gotten to know each other notwithstanding— and she didn’t mind doing favors for him.

Especially when he promises “anything” in return. She hasn’t figured out what exactly she wants yet, but a promise is a promise and she trusts him to keep it.

Minha allows herself most of the ride to sleep. His hometown was far enough. but she wanted to give herself enough time to collect herself and prepare for whatever was to come next. She started at the directions he had given her until she felt like she bore holes into the paper, but she was still nervous about missing it.

‘Which station do I get off again???’ she punches into her phone, sending the text while her eyes glue themselves to the window, hoping his face would magically appear and signify the right stop.

[jyminha-blog]

a line that's always running

 -- @jyjinyoung​

Grooming wasn’t something that occurred to Minha for a long time. Pokemon were already beautiful as they were, and the idea of extra routine seemed counterproductive to both them and the owner. She herself was a 'wake up and go' person for the majority of her youth, so the concept made no sense to her, human or pokemon. Teams were for fighting; no point in getting dolled up just to get down and dirty on the battlefield.

It was well into her teens when she watched her first contest. Live anyway-- she had seen broadcasts of it while channel surfing but it never kept her attention. Her friend had dragged her to one and granted, it was still a little boring, but there was something about seeing a spick and spiffy Piloswine with your own eyes that made it all so breathtaking. She got chills that day, and not just from the icy wind the pokemon let out. At that moment, she learned to appreciate the beauty of grooming and contests.

The attacks hit and that moment was lost among tears, emptiness and sleepless nights. It was years later when the thought even came back to her;  Figaro pawing and mewling at the tv when another Espeon showed up the screen. Minha glanced over at the commotion and saw the news covering the return of a hotshot coordinator from the states, playing clips of his contest wins overseas. She thought nothing of it, but Figaro padded over to her and nudged her with his head repeatedly.

“Do you want to be like that Espeon, buddy?” Figaro nodded with such eagerness, Minha couldn’t think of saying no to her baby.

She tentatively went on a trip to Seoul, adding it to the list of spots on her food tour. She’d pay a quick visit to the contest hall to appease her Espeon and head home. “Now listen,” she said with a mouth full of ddukbokki, turning to Figaro after he released himself in the middle of lunch. “This Austin person might not be there. We’re showing up randomly, and it’s not like we know him.”

Ignoring her pokemon, she checked her phone for the time. It was still early, so when Figaro looked away she signaled to the cook for a second order. Not like there was a time limit anyway, she was probably going to just ask the receptionist at the hall for Austin’s next announced schedule. The chances of meeting the top coordinator were incredibly slim, and once Figaro realized that she would be able to drop the topic altogether.

One of the waitresses came out with Minha’s dish, and she happily dug in. Figaro started to act up again and she waved her hand dismissively, shooing him to the outside seating area so she could eat in peace. He came back immediately, running at her and tugging the sleeve of her shirt with his mouth. Groaning, she gave in and followed him outside... to spot the very person they were looking for, passing by the front of the store at that very moment.

“How!” She called out to him without thinking. “How did you do that!”

[mingyuis-blog]

New roommate.

@is-seulbear

Jeśli czysto teoretycznie; siły funkcjonujące powyżej, oraz sprawujące piecze nad wszelkimi jednostkami swobodnie egzystującymi na planecie zwanej - ziemia, zesłałyby na młodego chłopaka nakaz kierowania się własnymi odczuciami, prowadzącymi z jego serca, czy czegokolwiek o czym również nie miał pojęcia, Mingyu nie byłby w stanie ukryć swojego zdumienia, przeplatanego jednak z pewnym usatysfakcjonowaniem, jakie też przyniósł mu dzień dziesiątego października. Chłopak doprawdy nie podejrzewał, iż dzisiejszego, jutrzejszego, bądź któregoś z kolei dnia, zjawi się u niego współlokator, czy- współlokatorka. Zdążył zwątpić, iż los przyniesie za sobą nową osobę, jaka przejęłaby wolną przestrzeń w należącym do niego pomieszczeniu. Niemniej jednak, ku wszelkim przeciwnościom świata dostąpił ów zaskoczenia, późnego popołudnia, zostając powiadomionym o nowej uczennicy, przydzielonej do pokoju, w którym dotychczas przebywał w pojedynkę. Co prawda imię, oraz nazwisko dziewczyny było mu znane dostatecznie, jednakże nigdy wcześniej nie uzyskał sposobności zamienienia z ów przedstawicielką płci pięknej, choćby kilku słów; co również znaczyło, iż była ona dla niego całkiem obca. Chłopak na ogół dbał o utrzymywanie porządku bez względu na miejsce, oraz długość swojego przebywania, dzięki czemu wraz z krótkim przesunięciem tęczówek, utwierdzającym go w wyłącznym fakcie, iż pokój wyglądał w porządku, objął przynależność drewnianej powierzchni, palcami dłoni, uchylając ją oraz kolejno wychodząc na korytarz. Poprowadzony własnymi krokami ku niedaleko usytuowanym schodom, powiódł na sam dół, pochłaniając ów przedsięwzięciu nie więcej niżeli dwie minuty. Znajdując się w docelowym położeniu, przeciągnął wzrokiem po bliższych elementach, fragmentach, oraz sylwetkach osób przemieszczających się w różnych kierunkach, finalnie napotykając na swojej pokrętnej drodze postać, interesującą go w danym momencie najbardziej. Odstąpił od poniższej nawierzchni, zbliżając się do nieco starszej dziewczyny, drgnięciem kątów warg, obrazując na twarzy krótkotrwały uśmiech. "Witaj, Seulgi. Nie czekałaś długo?”