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ON HIATUS ▪▪▪

Hana Cha, aka Krystal Jung, will be on (semi?)hiatus until 12.11.14

— stop! right there. ( hana & miyoung )

/* -- finally tennis practice, it's the only sentence that echoes in miyoung's mind right now. finally the classes are over, finally the drama club errands are done and finally she has time to relax. because as much as she would never admit to it, she's tired; school tires her out, all the responsibilities she keeps taking up tire her out and sometimes, sport practices are the only things helping her brain wheels to stop aggressively ticking for a while. she's not complaining, though, no, she never complains about being way too busy, a lot busier than any other students in the university because she has goals in life and those can only be achieved if one is dedicated and hard-working enough to build up some base for a shining career. at least, that's what she comforts herself with. */ /* -- freshly changed into her traditional tennis uniform (pink tank top with the number '12' on it and matching skorts, wearing her favorite pair of nike air max), she walks down the road to the court with quick, confident steps, holding her racquet under her arm as she ties up her long, golden hair in a high, tight ponytail. she notices a few people around; a couple of friends chattering and cackling about something probably extremely funny a few metres away, and two girls practicing here and there, but save for these people, the court is relatively empty. she waddles over to her usual place, eyes searching for the ball trolley when there's a sudden bam; the pain following it is definitely not pleasant and qri can't help but let out a small yelp as her hand reaches up to the back of her head, making a quick one-eighty to look for the culprit. it takes her two seconds to spot a somewhat clumsy-looking girl in the near distance; the expression on her face makes sure words aren't needed and qri is already stomping towards her. */ what the he... lium! /* -- she snaps, arms crossing over her chest and face morphing into a threatening one; one of her masterpieces. */ are you blind or just an unknown enemy of mine? allow me to tell you, you need a lot more than a ball probably tinier than your brain to finish me off.