#yhjunghwa

[yhwonjun]

FMK yangcheon edition

⁂ honesty hour; accepting !

“ha!” he lets loose an incredulous half-laugh, half-scoff. “disgustingly childish, but okay. i’m into it.” he weighs his options and shudders a bit at the thought of most yangcheon residents; but he’s certain others would shudder at the thought of him too, so it’s not that serious. nothing like this ever is.

“fuck,” he states plainly, and it’s unclear if he’s restating the prompt or just expressing his perennial mental state. “probably @yhjunghwa. i mean, aside from the way she looks and all that...” he glosses over this point, as he won’t sit here and expound on the way she makes him feel; because he doesn’t know how to explain either. “how many people get to say they fucked a world champion of anything? it's like becoming de facto world champion yourself.” why he finds this to be the natural conclusion is beyond anyone.

“marry... marry up, right? i’m not opposed to being a trophy husband,” he quips with a cheeky grin. “well, i used to live next door to the baeks and who knows what their whole ordeal is. but their son would always come at me about how he was going to exile my ass when he’s king of this country again, like he’s some sort of royalty. i know, what a long shot right? but i would still marry @yhjiyeon, just in case it’s actually true.”

“and last but not least – ‘k’ stands for kill, right? @chahyeonyh then. but no ill feelings harbored, i swear,” he insists, throwing his hands up in a plea of innocence. “i just really don’t think i could bear the weight of killing someone. so i figure if i tried killing hyeon, she’d definitely get me first and we’d at least be square.”

[yhhyuntae]

what do you think when you look in the mirror?

“thank god i’m not bald like you.” 

[yhsiwoo]

do you know anyone’s phone number by heart?

“all of my family members’ numbers, with our house landline included. it’s stupid, but ever since I was a kid, I would spiral into far-fetched scenarios when my brain goes into overdrive. for instance, if I ever get kidnapped then I would need to know some numbers by heart, just in case the kidnapper wanted to ask for ransom. or if I lost my phone and got stranded somewhere with nothing but an old payphone then, I’d need to know what to dial to reach home. other than that, I genuinely cannot remember anyone else’s number but it’s only because I rely too much on my phone. I’ve never really had to go without my phone, which has all my contacts in it so, there’s no need for me to go out of my way to memorise anyone’s number.

oh yea, when I was a kid, I had the yoons’ landline memorised too, because I would call serin everyday then, but I don’t remember it anymore.”

[yhwonjun]

what are you afraid of losing?

⁂ honesty hour; accepting !

"oh, i don’t know... maybe my hair?” there’s a frisky grin on his lips, but it turns slightly apologetic when he realizes he doesn’t actually know if those crazy rumors about her hair (or lack thereof) are true. “but for real? i don’t know if i have much to lose. i lost most of the nice perks of prestige and reputation when i walked out the front door of my family home some years ago. and i don’t really get attached to physical objects of any sort.” he racks his brain and nervously rubs the back of his neck. “so maybe my passion? for music and for life. it’s scary to imagine just waking up one day and realizing i actually hate what i’m doing and how i’m living. i think it might just drive me nuts.” this he actually genuinely means. regret and doubt might be his two greatest fears.

[yhsujin]

what is the best news you could hear right now?

it’s a simple question, but she couldn’t think of anything right away. she used to have a lot of things that she wanted to hear, like how her mother would tell her that it’s okay if she’s not at the top of her class, that it’s okay if she wants to do something that she enjoys, even if it’s not considered as professional as what her sister’s pursuing. she wanted to hear the news of her debut so bad during her trainee days, that it’s all she thought about when she tried to sleep at nights, like every other trainee does. but now? now she doesn’t even know. not because she’s heard everything she wanted, but because she’s tired of having expectations, only for them to destroy her when they turn out to be different. “this is hard,” sujin muses quietly. best news, huh? “would it be crazy to say if ariana grande wants to collaborate with me? or june, to make it sound more realistic. i just, i have the biggest celebrity crush on her, if that’s not obvious yet. or maybe even just her acknowledging my existence... i think that’d be the best news to hear right now.”

[yenayh]

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there are a few things that yena truly hates, but being forced to attend fancy galas filled with seoul’s snobbiest wins first place with flying colors. there isn’t a single thing that she likes about these events - the smell of expensive perfume is far too strong, the older generation spends the entire time bragging about their children’s accomplishments, and the younger generation flexes their most recent trips abroad. perhaps yena wouldn’t mind these things as much if it weren’t for her family’s financial struggles. maybe, just maybe, if things were like how they used to be in her household, she would be able to enjoy these events more without a shroud of secret jealousy enveloping her spirit.

she’s barely been at the event for ten minutes when she gets the overwhelming urge to get high. these gatherings are absolutely unbearable sober, but at least if she were high, she wouldn’t have to feel all of her muscles tensing up on her. with the signature scowl etching her face, she slips away from the monotonous conversation her and her parents were engaged in with another family and makes her way to the french doors leading to the balcony. once there, she pushes the doors open and finds a figure of a woman sitting out there alone.

upon closer inspection, she realizes that it’s no other than olympic gold medalist eun junghwa. despite the fact that they’re from the same neighborhood, she doesn’t know much about her except for the fact that she took home the gold and has a rumor on the internet about her being bald - which yena finds to be unequivocally hilarious.

without a proper invitation, yena sits next to junghwa and pulls a pre-rolled blunt and a lighter out of her bra. she obnoxiously spreads her legs apart and rests her elbows on her knees - from her current position, it’s hard to believe that she’s currently donning a designer, chiffon gown and christian louboutin heels. as she’s lighting her blunt, she holds it in between her lips and her eyebrows furrow in concentration. once lit, the blunt is akin to a one-way ticket to paradise, and she inhales. the smoke that she exhales thereafter takes away all of the stress and anxiety that was building up inside of her anatomy prior, and she rests her back onto the bench as she prepares to get wrapped up in the bubble of euphoria.

yena glances at junghwa and momentarily studies her features. although yena has unwarranted negative feelings towards many of the individuals inhabiting yangcheon hill, she can’t deny how beautiful the people living there are. her gaze falls onto junghwa’s hair, and she can’t help but to reach out and tug on a lock of it. her voice is tinged with a layer of pure curiosity as she speaks, “is this... real?”