#wykimminki

[kxngjin]

          It wasn’t unusual for jin to disappear for months on end only to reappear as if nothing ever happened. he had a track record for removing his traces of his own existence without a single word, no syllable leaving his lips and prints were erased without a single breath drawn from his charred lungs. hues of charcoal that flicker, hands grabbing onto his daughter’s own as his gaze scans the store for foods to fill his empty fridge at home. he knew how busy eunji’s work life can get, thus here he was today... doing the unthinkable. his other hand grasping onto a basket of food, filled with various things from bread and sweets to spices. his daughter continuously pointing at the array of colours displayed on the shelves only to get a strong no. candy was bad, especially for the young ones, he would tell her only to receive a grumpy pout.

strands of almost white hair wavering beneath aircon of the grocery store, as he trails up and down the aisles looking for food. upon doing so, a young pair of boys running past him, giggling pursuing in their trail as they ran to the counter with a bunch of lollies in their hands, his own daughter giggling along with them as she stood by his side. in times like these, he became reminiscent of the childhood he had missed out on, his parents ( if you could even consider them as that ) disowned him, his grandfather having to take care of him even up till this day. and he remembers the days of younger jin, running around in the playground playing tag, with his best friend ( @wykimminki​ ), they did everything together. they were young boys that knew nothing about the changing world before them. but before he could properly tell minki his farewells, he had disappeared. and without a trace he never saw them again. 

he moved to wonyang shortly after, his grandfather training him to be the future heir of the dragons, causing his entire demeanour to change. balled up fists, albeit being small were strong enough to collide with those who even dared to look in his direction with the incorrect gaze. he became impatient, angry and irrational. he became everything he did not expect himself to become, yet here he was. everything he was trained to be. a sigh leaving him, as his daughter looks up at him in concern, he raises his brows at her signifying that he was fine.

[hanexl]

          Another week, another day spent wondering about wonyang aimlessly, as if attempting to find something, anything to do with his spare time besides from being with his team. he had promised himself that this week, would be the week where he would venture out into the world, buy the fanciest cup of tea and drink it in the sun by the beach, by himself. or perhaps with someone, anyone to accompany him. he needed more friends, it was odd for an athlete to let words such as those leave him, thoughts that seldom formed syllables as the abyss of his reverie clogs his throat. hues of henna blink, fingers come to rake at his brown strands, absentmindedly his elbow comes to collide with another person’s face and/or body. 

with the sudden collision, he freezes, slowly retrieving his elbow to turn around, as hues come to land on ( @wykimminki ). his first day out by himself and already, he has managed to elbow someone in the face. ❝ are you alright? sorry, uh, i wasn’t watching where my elbow was going. ❞ arms clinging to his sides now, hands sliding into the pockets of his jumper.

[skxngmnh]

@wykimminki

Minah still hasn't found a new office for JMK designs, thus she prefers meeting her clients outside so they can go over details without any trouble of e-mailing each other which could prolong the process. When she isn't busy working with the restaurant, she goes over requests from her clients and one happened to be in Wonyang. She met him a couple of times already and she had invited him over to Samhan for lunch. Just so they can go over the possible designs to his home and the possible furniture pieces to go along with whatever theme he picks for his place. 

Her restaurant has a couple of private rooms for business use and for groups who want to avoid the public's eye. Minah checks her phone, Minki should be here soon enough. A knock then leads her to turn to look at the sliding door that reveals a familiar face. “Hi!” She doesn't get up from her seat, waving a hand at the male right away excitedly like they've known each other forever. “I ordered food already and it will ready soon but you can order some more if you want.”