#rksana

[jihyork-blog]

— déjà vu.

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when she spotted her at the park, jihyo finally decided that it was the last straw.

lately, it didn’t matter where she went—the other girl was almost always there. it was probably nothing more than the kind of crazy, impressive coincidence that you see in movies—but jihyo just had to discover what was up. was there more to the story? was it destiny that they should meet, so the hand of fate was constantly trying to place them on each other’s paths? jihyo wasn’t going to pretend that she knew the answer, but it did feel rather strange.

“hey! you!” she finally called out to the stranger, breaking the silence that they had maintained literally every other time that they had seen each other. “i know it’s pretty darn weird, but i feel like i see you everywhere. what’s up with that?” she asked, amused laughter bubbling up from within her. “literally everywhere. am i crazy, or have you noticed it too?”

[jangjunrk-blog]

fear.

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Was it luck? Possibly... On her part, anyway. There was a good chance it was just the opposite for Jay, but he supposed he'd have to quickly get over it. After all, he already agreed to her simple request, already getting past the fact that it was 1:30 am and he had work the next day. It wasn't too much of an inconvenience, especially considering he was already far too used to getting small amounts of sleep during the night. Whether he was behaving similarly to a zombie or not, he didn't think many people would notice the difference anymore. It wasn't exactly like him to be too overly excitable and cheerful.

Anything to keep her feeling comfortable, it wasn't really a question. Despite the fact that his immediate reaction was hesitant, the moment the situation fully sank in, Jay already had his shoes and jacket on and was walking out the door. It didn't take him too long to arrive, especially considering he didn't think it would be too polite to take his precious time, so as soon as he was approaching, he found himself knocking three times on her door before rocking back on his heels to wait. All heroes don't wear capes, right? Only the dumb ones, he thinks. He planned to kill the eight-legged offender, too, so that's another thing that made him cooler and more efficient than the dumb ones.

[rkyooa]

:// used to know w/sana

shiah had a few childhood and teenagehood friends that knew her from her not-so-dignified days, sana being the other who knew her best. the reason it was sana? simple, sana was the exact same way. they were both bitchy little brats together who cared more for themselves than each other, but since they were so similar they each made for good company. sana understood her, or at least the surface her, in those days. it had been some time since she had last seen the girl though, and shiah had become very, very different.

in light of recent events, shiah was developing into a woman with compassion, who was focused on a career and bettering herself to gain more opportunities. she wanted to be a person others could look up to, especially with her modelling career bringing her into the limelight. she also wanted to be a good wife for toshi - she wanted to be dependable and trustworthy for him. these were traits shiah had never cared for in the days that she knew sana. she was completely changed, even the air around her was different now. she had a softer aura. 

still, since sana was back in town and shiah had some time on the weekend, she had reached out and arranged a brunch for them. catching up wouldn’t hurt, would it? she wasn’t sure if she wanted the other back in her life completely if she was still the same from before. she was making headway with toshi after all, she didn’t want to go backwards. she sat in the small cafe-like restaurant awaiting the other’s arrival, stirring the spoon in her tea absent-mindedly. she was nervous in all honesty. who wouldn’t be? the girl would be there any moment.

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[rkxuanyi]

girls like

lockers are sprung open left and right, slamming into metal and rust as another day of gym class comes to a close; of sweaty classmates and when the most appealing of students became a mess of hormones and adrenaline. like any other day, xuanyi enjoyed the sight -- enthralled with seeing many of the so-called yeoshins that roamed the school yards fall from grace, imprinted with that slight smudge of mascara, scarred by the sweat that smeared their precious bb creams and ‘dewy’ skin. it was her favorite part of the day (besides her concentration classes), the only time where the crème de la crème of hanlim of her school was busted down an inch, where she, one who through many years of practice and diligence, had overcome such imperfections. sweat a pearl along her porcelain skin these days, never a flaw. 

one loop falls over the other, the neat bow coming undone as she slips off black converse, revealing white-cotton knee-high socks that accented long legs and led the eye up to her bare mid-driff. dark, ravenous hair falls against the plain gym t-shirt that hanlim supplied for all its students, manicured fingers tugging the shirt up to change back into her school uniform. “so, halloween -- ” she starts once the shirt leaves slender shoulders, hand rising to ruffle her curls as they cascade against her back, falling away from the elastic that snapped against her wrist. “have you decided what you’re going as this year?” 

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[xrkmeiqi]

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@rksana 4. an all-night convenience store based on this meme

it’s well into the night, past the midnight hour and then some as she walks, light and quick footsteps pattering against pavement, body moving on muscle memory toward the nearest convenience store for a midnight snack---and by midnight snack, she means how much stuff can she fit in her arms and realistically carry back to her apartment. she hums as she turns a corner, pulling open the door to her favorite evening stop and saunters in, waving delightedly at the boy at the counter who knows her on a first name basis and whom she still affectionately calls “boy who sings when he thinks no one’s in the store.”

it takes her no time at all the gather an armful of goodies---chips, candies, prepacked meals, other miscellaneous snacks---and in a few short minutes, she’s gathered a fulfilling meal to take to the front register. she can barely see over the pile of food in her arms and, for all the times she’s done this without incident, she’s confident in her movements, all long strides and disregard for the possibility there might be anyone else in the aisle she saunters through. usually, it’s quite empty at three in the morning, but as soon as she feels her hands touch something other than air, she realizes her grave error in letting familiarity and ego control her movements.

soon, all her snacks come toppling over her arms and onto the ground in slow motion, with nothing she can do to stop it.

“oh no,” she whines as things clatter and crinkle and smash. “my precious food....” with a slight pout and wide eyes, she directs her attention to the poor soul who’s managed to cross paths with her. “sorry for bumping into you...”