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@techxjoo
I can’t help it. I’m bursting with happiness for this project. {He said with a playful smile, his tone light and laced with humor.;} It’s Jaeseong. {Looking forward, his gaze darts towards the projector. The professor had seated themselves at their desk, appearing absorbed with their stack of papers to grade. Jae glanced at Hyojoo, and raised his brows. Amused at her foreign comment, he flashed a grin at her.;} I’m alright in English. I get stuck sometimes… but I study quite a bit. {Jae looked ecstatic. He hoped he uttered it fluently, despite how slow he had been towards the end. It was true, he spent a lot of his free time studying the foreign language and speaking it in public (mostly to himself without awareness).;} Looks like we have to do a speech, so we should think of days when we’re free. {Pen in hand, he flipped his notebook to a blank paper to write down her name.} Are weekends good?
[/Hyojoo smirks immediately at the blatant humour of the other. She had a feeling that he was the sort of the person that she would easily work and get along with, granted that the negative attitude didn't translate into their work.;] I prefer Jaeseong, I already know too many Jaes. [/She pauses for a moment, frowning while she thinks. That didn't sound right, something was off, at least that's what Hyojoo thought. Her limited knowledge of English coupled with the fact she's never travelled outside of the cosy and comfortable borders of South Korea, she was bound to get it wrong;] I think it's "I studies," but I don't know. But I'm pretty sure you used the wrong verb form. [/She grins back at him, as genuinely happy and pleasant as ever, she nods in agreement;] Weekends are fine. I don't really do that much, anyways. But let's ace this project, partna. You've got to be one hundred percent emotionally invested if we're gonna get it done right.
pushing himself to a sitting position, he presses his ear against the receiver, a yawn escaping him. he rubs at his eye, smacking his lip as he blinks the sleep out of them. in a crossed legged stance, he taps a finger on the back of his phone, lips quirking at her words. he hums as she speaks, trailing his eyes over the areas of his room idly.
"drug dealer? is that what the rumor mill is spouting now-a-days?" a hand drops to his comforter, picking at the frayed strands idly. he’s heard worse — horror stories of what he does outside of the classroom only further fueling his amusement. tongue clicking, his head droops, hand running through his strands and fixing them in habit. "last time it was selling my body for money. what will they think of next…" a sigh leaves him, tongue pressing against his cheek.
"well, good samaritan. i’d love for you to protect my good name. after all, how can i go on with such a tarnished reputation?" he doesn’t hide the bemusement in his tone, a snort escaping. "always something new in this place. if not one thing it’s another. how irritating."
maybe he should head to a party — he knows there’s something going on — make a story for someone to talk about. it’s hilarious to think that such a small scenario can be blown up to something insane and out of proportion.
She sighs lightly, not dealing well with the overwhelmingly high level of mixed-signals and sarcasm she was receiving. Hyojoo was pretty blunt, and for the vast majority of the time, said exactly what she was thinking- and this was different. She wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, and was struggling to keep up with the other's unyielding tone. "Don't shoot the messenger, Jaeseok, I find news, I don't create it. That's up to you."
Her eyes scanned the room as she swivelled on the chair, the constant movement being a habit symptomatic of her phone call conversations. She aimed to be as dynamic and lively as possible, and of course it was true that it was nigh on impossible for her to fully convey what she meant without these elaborate gestures and facial expressions. She crumpled her nose slightly as she clapped eyes with the ever-increasing pile of work sat directly in front of her, "Selling your body?" She questioned, attempting to make her jokey tone as obvious as possible, "You still open for business or what?"
Hm- was there really any way to fix what word of mouth could break? Perhaps not. Hyojoo found it was surprising that the other seemed to actually care at all, what with the whole distant and disinterested persona he seemed to carry; or maybe that was just her finding something that wasn't there. But more to the point, she still hadn't gotten a solid answer. "Jaeseok, hon, I can't do anything until you tell me if it's true or not. Gossiper's code and all that."
.do you even lift
Hana’s smile was brief, a nod causing her to move back into action. While the other ran across the other side of the ‘place’, Hana positioned herself in the proper positioning on her side of the court. The emphasis (or what could be seen as more of a jab) on beginners, was completely lost on Hana. She wasn’t even phased by Hyojoo’s attempts to seem like an expert, nor did she seem to take it a negative form. She did however, make sure to keep her hold on her racket exactly as she’d been maneuvered to, and while the other was still getting to the other side of the court, she tried a few practice swings - not that they looked any better from when she was competing. Well, there was a little improvement, she hadn’t let the racket swing out of her hands. But there was still a long time before practice would be over, she couldn’t give herself props just yet.
Her eyes lit up as the other spoke, practically breathing in Hyojoo’s instructions like gospel, and kinda imitated it from where she was. There was a slight nod of her head, indication that she kinda got what the other was saying. “Got it.” Hana said, sounding rather intense, and surprising herself quite some bit. The other rounded up a serve, but when she failed, Hana didn’t blink twice. She herself always managed to miss the first few times, but obviously someone as well trained as Hyojoo was just warming up. Like she said. What if she’s not - no, no, nooooo Hana, do not start with your doubts. Just let the girl help you and you can make your decision about her after practice. Hana was talking herself down. She felt bad, she was scrutinizing a girl’s warm up and making it seem like she had no idea what she was doing. If only she could know how right she was.
When the ball barely makes it over the net, Hana dove into action, swinging her racket after the weakly hit ball. Her backhand swing, as always, is too strong and disorderly, and the ball messily flew across the court and hit the caged fence. Hana makes a face, reaching a hand out and scratching the back of her neck. “Oh man, my bad!” She called out, running after the ball and trying to fight the embarrassment. When she reached the ball, she picked it up and felt it around in her hands, an awkward smile coming onto her face. “We should try again, huh?” She laughed, bouncing the ball a few times before tossing it back over to Hyojoo. She moved back to her spot in due time, skipping a bit as she went back to her mark. She huffed a little, pressing her hand to her forehead to brush away the imaginary sweat she seemed to be having.
Hyojoo immediately identified what she assumed to be Hana's problem- herself. Back when she was a beginner (when she still is, but whatever), she always use to be told tht she was her own worst enemy- constantly tripping over her own feet and totally over-analysing every instruction. While it was true that she was nothing near an expert at the sport, it was somewhat incredibly that her diagnosis did ring true, as she managed to read all over Hana's expression was a mixture of thoughts. "Han- listen, you gotta loosen up," she shouted the suggestion, the unforeseen loudness in her tone making her statement into an imperative. Geez, tone it down, aggressive. The nature of tennis had always seemed to be calm and dignified, traditionally only being plaid by people high up within society, and perhaps that was what has always drawn her to it, but the way she played it sure as hell had no 'dignity' involved.
Barely catching the ball on its ball, Hyojoo through a big thumbs up back at her student. "Don't worry," she followed it up with, playing around with the green felt sphere in her hands, squishing it to feel the strength of it's bounce, "this ball is a bit dodgey. Let's try another, right?" Again, following in suit by doing her high-knees out of habit over to the bucket she'd brought, she ran back with a practically identical ball, though the squish test this time assured her that yes, this one is completely different, and better to that effect. What made a 'good' or 'dodgey' ball? As if she knew. But she genuinely believe she did- and that was what separated Hyojoo from every other wannabe- Hyojoo genuinely believed she knew what she was doing. Poor thing, Hana, she didn't even know what she was getting herself in for.
"Okay, remember to stay loose? Like- don't be stiff, you got it?" She chirped over the net, happy-go-lucky as per usual. She hoped that she wasn't annoying the other, because she was a walking ray of sunshine that she imagined could get on people's nerved at times. Nonetheless, Hana has asked her to help, so she must see something in her at least, right? Or at the very least, not insufferable. That gave Hyojoo all of the confidence she could ever need as she threw the ball once again, way too high in the air, before swinging her best overarm to send the ball flying towards the other. Wouldn't have been half bad if there had been any sense of aim. It had a fair amount of power, so in that sense it was somewhat of an improvement, but a good three metres wide of the edge of the court really was of no use. "Oops, my bad!" was barely audible over her laugh at her own shot. "Probably because I didn't warm up properly, I guess."
/* — she can’t really put a finger on her friend’s expression; is she surprised to see qri like that? or is it guilt that’s gnawing at her mind? is it both? is it neither? while miyoung has always been great at manipulating people, she barely had any talent on reading people unless she was trying hard (which is kind of contradicting, if you think of it; but qri has found the ways around that part when wanting to coax others into obeying her) thus the sudden confusion that might makes an appearance upon her features, as well. she has the feeling that hyo joo isn’t taking her seriously; no, she definitely isn’t, and that sparks an ounce of irritation inside, adding more fuel to her irritation to her anger which is definitely not promising because god forbid you see qri angry. meaning, really angry. ‘bitchy’ and ‘cruel’ never rang unfamiliar to someone like qri but she wasn’t naturally mean or anything; she just had a lot of ambitions, large and small ones that all needed to be fulfilled and the how was never important. when hyo joo finally speaks, qri feels like jumping off the side of a cliff; she literally doesn’t care and that’s something miyoung can not simply process, not in a calm way at least. */ are you even listening to me? i don’t care about any random girl, i care about myself and i can’t let rumours as dumb and baseless like that roam around the campus. it can ruin my popularity and you know i’m planning on running for the president position of the school council next month. /* — her voice is no longer hoarse from anger; she manages a somewhat calm and one-toned sound to appear more reasonable and therefore convincing; but as far as the current situation goes, qri senses that it doesn’t really influence hyo joo in any way. */ 'no one' is a rather broad term and is far from the truth. even if 'no one believes it' as you say, people would be more than happy to use it as an excuse against me. not to mention what happens if the history teacher finds out about it; a rumour like that could ruin me in just so many ways, but you don't really care, do you? /* — it hurts her; the words that tumble past her lips indicate an inner feeling of disappointment and although they aren’t worded or toned in an accusing way but more like, matter-of-factly, they are. it’s been now, how many years, two or three that they shared the same room and been practically living together? qri has never been too fond of hyo joo’s gossipy nature and the fact that she spends more time online than in the real world, but what she has never ever expected to happen is her friend turning against her despite all their differences. that’s when her friend talks again; and the words sting even more than her own previously. qri’s face darkens and her arms drop next to her body. */ i can’t believe you just said that. /* — she murmurs, her voice ringing uncharacteristically quietly and submissive. */ sleeping with superiors is something real and relevant but it is not what a politician does. nor is just simply giving in to people’s wishes that help in no way to make this world better. what happened that made you behave like this to me? what on earth did i commit against you?
[/For someone that she considered her friend-- her best even, or the closest she'd ever gotten to having one-- to think so low of her was so far beyond an insult. To her, all she could draw from with was that they Qri has completely misjudged her. To misjudge so significantly, that was basically a crime. Perhaps that's all the other thought of her: a malicious, backstabbing and ill-mannered rumour-creator. Maybe that's all that anyone thought of her. This is a problem that all of a sudden becomes bigger than Qri, almost being too much to take on at once that she feels numb. Her face softens, though the smile doesn't return. Her face and posture remain unchanged, the only movement being her left hand, which taps on the space bar every now and then to scroll through her twitter feed.;] Oh good, you can still hear something that's not your own voice. No, I don't care. [/The lies kept flowing, almost becoming second nature at this point. That was the saddest part really, how the smallest of comments had completely changed her into a different being in the matter of seconds. Of course she cared, that was a given. Under most circumstances, with a clear head, she would have helped Qri, probably even taking it upon herself to confront the creator to make sure it wouldn't happen again, in the most threatening voice she could muster (which granted, wouldn't be very threatening at all). The other's quick change in tone from angry to soft catches Hyojoo off guard, and for a second, she thinks an apology is on it's way. How naive. She obviously didn't know Qri as well as she'd thought, either. She- no- both of the girls, in fact, were too obsessed with keeping up appearances, getting on the good side of strangers, so much so that it was unlikely they ever considered the impact it was having on the relationships they already had under their noses. After leaning forward and pressing the button on the screen to turn it off, she swivelled her whole chair around to face her, an intent to fully focus on- whatever this was that was happening right now.;] So the history teacher doesn't know yet? [/She tilts her head mockingly, spitefully- and what's that? The smallest yet harshest grin of amusement she'd ever produced.;] Maybe I'll tell him too. Heard he was a pervert anyway. He'll probably give you higher grades. Imagine that, huh? I was always able to see you as a bit sleazy, anyway. [/Jesus, Hyojoo. She doesn't fully realise the sharpness and severity of her words until they're already too far gone, unable to bee pulled back. Playing up to the disinterested bitch character she'd developed for herself as some sort of coping mechanism, probably, She continued to try to keep her face unchanged as much as possible, staring directly at the girl in question. She feels her eyes welling with salty liquid, her respiration and speaking getting more irregular and erratic, so much so that she's practically shouting the last word with the only breath she has left.;] Oh, again with the me, me, me. It's always abut Qri. When's the last time you asked me how I was? When's my birthday? What's my favourite colour, even? Because last time I checked, we only painted this room lilac because you fucking like lilac.
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hana
[take your time]
jae
rae
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jaeseok
Only doing this so I know if I've missed anyone- these are all the threads I believe I have going at the moment, and if we have one and you're not on here then /PLEASE MESSAGE ME/. I have answered all of the messages in my ask box, so if you have sent anything at this point and I haven't replied, then it's been eaten. I also have some open starters, as well as being open for plotting [ask link]. I'm gonna be back in a couple of hours to post Hana's reply anyway, so you'll be able to catch me then.
he lays there — in the midst of near sleep, phone placed precariously on his chest as his hand rests against it. he waits perhaps minutes, maybe even seconds; the tone hitting his ears. he hums, eyes opening slowly. he drums his fingers on the screen of his phone, before a sigh escapes. lifting the phone to view, he flickers them over the message, mouth smacking together. his lips twitch at the words, snorting to himself.
[ ✉ → k. hyojoo ] suppose not.
[ ✉ → k. hyojoo ] would you look at that. you’re a poet.
[ ✉ → k. hyojoo ] well there’s an easy way to avoid that. don’t get caught.
he stares at the messages, eyes half hooded. with a small sigh to himself, he closes out of his messages, opening his phone log as he dials her number. lifting the phone to his ear, he waits — staring up at the ceiling with no thought in his head, mind still stuck in the haze of fog.
and when she answers, he chuckles into the phone. “can your parents track it this way?” his tone is playful, but there is a mocking undertone to it.
The next texts came through, three in succession. She smiled, partly because it was always nice to talk to someone new, but mostly out of self-pride that she could even get a response from him at all. The reason why he was even giving her the time of day remained a mystery, though the personal satisfaction was disproportionately high compared to what had actually happened. It was just a text, Hyojoo, just a text. Calm yourself.
[sms—jaeseok, nam: too right]
[sms—jaeseok, nam: so you are admitting to a life of international crime?!x]
She barely got halfway through her second reply before her phone ringer went of, a cheery three-tone tune that she answers immediately, "--Nice to hear from you too, Jaeseok. She opted to completely gloss over his cynical comment, the logic being that no reply would be better than further digging herself a hole, "So are you actually a drug dealer now? Or should I, as the good Samaritan I am, tell them it's a load of rubbish?" Perhaps one of her most futile attempts to hide her selfish need to the latest news with kindness to date, she still had hope that it would work, in spite of how notoriously tight-lipped the other could be.
#PILR2014 @qristina — 2m
@joozyhyo: >__> You do realize you’re not really helping, right?
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[reply @joozyhyo: @qristina I'm sure you'll live on without my help. -1m ago]
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/* — furious is an understatement; yes, furious is probably a horrible word to describe the way miyoung is feeling right now because it’s too humble and the way she stomps through the somewhat crowded halls of the dorms is pure evidence. she’s used to rumours about her, and she’s also used to her friend spreading them but when these two are in one sentence that is something miyoung certainly isn’t used to and far less does she appreciate it. not to mention this strange twinge of disappointment that surfaces everytime she thinks that it’s probably been done by her friend; or well, someone she considered a friend until today but seriously, doubts are all over in her head as she breaks through the door to their room in a very not lady-like manner. once inside and right behind the girl who, as expected, is sitting in the chair with her eyes fixated on the screen (god, this girl really needs to start having a life for damn’s sake!). */ kwon hyo joo. /* — the name slips off her tongue dryly, and qri thinks it’s best for the other not to turn around and face her because her eyes keep throwing daggers as she stares at joo’s back. */ are you serious?! /* — qri snaps, her eyes being rolled at the obvious nonsense the other is trying to feed her; how the hell would she not know? she couldn’t even walk all the way here from the university building without everyone taking at least one side-glance at her! */ everyone knows. i mean, everyone thinks they know something that obviously is not true and they kept staring at me while i made my way here. so are you seriously asking me that? /* — the pressed woman runs her perfectly manicured fingers through her golden locks in frustration. */ come on, hyo joo, i thought you were better than that. sleeping with my history teacher, are you serious? i’m warning you, if you don’t make sure everyone forgets about that one obviously absurd and perfectly untrue tweet or admits its falsity, you can go sleep in the hallways tonight.
[/She looks back to the other, and while sympathetic and consoling had never been her forte, her face in that moment could have fooled you into thinking that she was a professional. Her eyes, slightly more squinted than usual, looking at the girl in borderline disbelief. They lived together, sure, but before then she'd never seen her so vexed. (Calm down, there ain't nothing that can't be fixed). She nods along with the words of the other, not entirely listening as she picks up every few phrases. 'Everyone,' 'NOT TRUE,' and then some sort of an aggressive question;] I get it, people will latch on to whatever they see. Kinda sad really; but speaking of which, it could be worse. You know that girl Mi Sook? Everyone's saying she's pregnant. L-M-A-O. [/She rolls her eyes at the other, a playful smile adorning her face. If anything, it was amusing, especially when you weren't on the receiving end.;] No one actually believes these rumours, you know, they're just ways to pass the time. [/ She shrugs, her light brown hair bouncing from her sudden and exaggerated movements. It was always the same thing with her- exaggerated. Maybe she should join something more artsy and flamboyant like art or drama. That being said, as soon as the rant starting turning accusative towards her, her smile quickly drops. She turns back to the screen, her mood in the gutters at this point. Perhaps it was anger, perhaps it was sandess, she didn't know. But the faint beginnings of a prickly sensation in her eyes said to her that it was a mixture of the two. She rarely cries, because she rarely needs to, and on this occasion, the betrayal she feels from what she thought was her #YOONsister4lyfey was easily overshadowed by her want to retain her last remnants of dignity. Not directly addressing the question (because she shouldn't fucking have to), she continues staring at the electronic display, so intently that she starts to see the individual pixels.;] Believe what you want, Qri, I'm done caring. Maybe you should just sleep with him to make it true. Give the people what they want. At least that's what a good politician would do, right?
#PILR2014 @qristina — 2m
I can’t believe some people are so retarded and mentally challenged that they believe everything they see on this website. Grow up children.
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[QUOTE RT @joozyhyo: "@qristina: I can’t believe [...] Grow up children." some ppl are dumb. if anything, she's screwing the /bio/ teacher. at least he hot. -just now]
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[/Another day, beginning with intentions of blitzing through work, but resulting in aimlessly trawling the internet. The attempt to actually get work done was there, but the temptation to sit on twitter and refresh until something new happened was greater, naturally. And you'll never guess the most recent one that appeared on her screen.;] 24 retweets already? Holy shit. [/Surely not. That isn't true, that isn't true ran through her mind. Did her room mate know already? Or could she shield her from the bad news? As if by cue, the devil herself enters, and her face is unreadable to Hyojoo. She quickly swivels in her chair to face the opening of the door.;] Qri-Qri, you're here-- [/Her voice slows, turning herself back to the screen she was previously fixated on. She pauses, having an inner moral dilemma as to whether to tell the other or not. Where did her loyalties lie- with her vital sources of information, or with her room mate? This moral dilemma was obviously one of great weight to her, as moments quickly passes, her eyes still staring at words but not actually reading;] Have you seen what they're saying about you?
[makeover&over]•••rae+hyo
Was she a missionary? No. Was this the closest she'd ever gotten to community service or charity work? Of course. That was if you didn't take into account that the recipient more than likely didn't want or even need any sort of one-on-one support. Aesthetics should never, under any circumstance, form any part of one's personality, and Hyojoo knew this, though she was a strong believer that what you wore was projection of who you were. As such, anyone who didn't dress 'well,' or in a way that she liked, was somewhat of a lost cause in her eyes, that she personally took upon herself to fix.
This boy- he was particularly tricky. He wasn't the worst she had seen, though she knew that she could make some sort of an improvement. Her 'expansive' knowledge of fashion meant that she practically owed it to him to help him out. Despite only rubbing shoulders a couple of times previously, Hyojoo found no difficulty in immediately approaching him and addressing his, as she would say, 'drab,' clothing choice. Full of shame was she; the girl who's middle name was 'subtle'. Yeah fucking right.
"Uh- Excuse me. I'm Hyojoo, call me Hyo or Joo or whatever. I- do you work out? It's just like that my brother has this pair of jeans he's totally grown out of, and I just think they'd look hashtag killer on you, if you're interested?" She phrased it like a question, though her firm tone and matter-of-fact facial expressions tried to indicate that there was no negotiation to be involved. She could be pretty persistent if it suited her, and with a stubborn nature to match, she could really be a touch cookie. The bright pink pumps and white (newly washed) faux-fur coat she was adorned with begged to differ.
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{The news of a project hadn’t been taken lightly to the writer. He didn’t want more work piled up on his list, but he couldn’t refuse it. Luckily, he was quite studious, someone who worked hard in studying the foreign language. He just hoped his partner was the same. Speaking of partner, he stared at the name that is beside his, unsure who it belonged to;} Hm? {Turning his head, he noticed the girl, and smiled slightly;} Looks like it. Uh, yeah, I’m Jae by the way. {Looking away, he tapped his pen against the outline. The project is worth a large percent of their final grade;} This is going to be so much fun. {He said sarcastically, regarding the outline;}
Hey- don't sound too excited about it. [/She raises her eyebrows, offering a sarcastic smile to compensate for the dire situation. An English project was bad enough, let alone with someone you'd never spoken to before;] Jae? Is that short for anything? I'm Hyojoo. [/Placing herself in the seat beside the other, she quickly shuffles her papers and places them neatly in front of her, a vain attempt at some form of organisation;] So how much English do you speak? I know we're in the same class and everything- but some people lag behind, you know? [/As some form of a joke, or out of not thinking at all, she briefly speaks in the foreign tongue;] Oh my Godddd.
.do you even lift
For Hana, asking this girl had been hard enough. She wasn’t the most athletic girl on the team, nor was she trying to be the next tennis star, but the coach had told her to buckle down and get it right, or she’d be kicked off. And her mother was not happy when she’d heard about that. How she’d even heard, she had no idea. She just remembered getting a call at five in the morning - which was approximately six in the evening for her mother - from her mother, telling her that if she didn’t stay on that team that there would be consequences. And so it was how she worked up the nerve to ask the most energetic girl she could find on the team, and see if she would help her out. Sure she was a little eccentric, Hana would even go out there and say that Hyojoo was a bit too eccentric, but she seemed to have been the first person to find, and the easiest to persuade. Hana couldn’t remember the exact exchange, but she was pretty sure Hyojoo had created a word on the spot, and acted like it was common knowledge to the rest of the world.
Her expression remained the same, though inside she was a ball of nerves. How uncomfortable she must look to Hyojoo, all closed off and her facial features void of emotion. “My…thingy?” She looked down at the racket and gave a startled laugh. “My tennis racket?” She muttered, and then quickly fell into listening to Hyojoo, as if the other was a professor of a classroom. She wandered vaguely how long Hyojoo had been playing tennis, and instead of making that sort of small talk, she let the girl invade her space and fix her positioning.
"Thanks." She nodded when the girl stepped back and admired her own work. "This actually feels a bit better." She admitted, a bit surprised that this felt more right than how she’d been holding it. Hana didn’t know how she’d even made the team, with her bad positioning and apparent lack of skills. But Hyojoo seemed to know what she was doing, and that gave her bit of confidence that perhaps she would learn something. Hana figured the girl had been playing tennis long enough to know what was good and what was bad, despite how in and out and up and down she really seemed. “So, should we work on my backhand? It’s actually pretty terrible.” Hana admitted, laughing slightly again. Was this her comfortable? She couldn’t tell, and she didn’t know how to feel about it either. Her smiling was something, right?
She blinked a few times, processing the words of the other- they seemed vaguely- positive? That was a first. Hyojoo, innately clumsy and generally discordinated as she was, generally functioned better around people rather than on the court, and was very muched to being told this, that or the other was wrong. It took her aback, really, to be praised, and even accepted at a teacher or a tutor, was nothing short of a miricle. That being said, she eagerly grinned and nodded her head at the suggestion, keen to show off what she could do- or couldn't, as the case may be. "You got it- backhand can be hard for a lot of beginners," specific emphasis was placed on beginner, the sound lingered at the end just so as to reinforce the fact that she definitely was nothing of the sort, "--Gimme a sec, I'll just run to the other side of the place." It's 'court,' Hyojoo. The word you are looking for is court.
Her smile remained wide, unchanged, as she paced over past the net. Showcasing her best high-knees jog, something that any normal person would perhaps be ashamed or embarrassed of, her head was pretty much blank. She vaguely remembered in a tennis coaching session this one time that someone of some merit had said the key to tennis was keeping a clear mind- that was really no problem for Hyojoo. That was, of course, if you didn't count all the celebrity and campus gossip that was running through there 24/7. She wasn't unintelligent, per se, but she was exactly what most would refer to as a 'dimwit.' Ironic, really, how the person that was so dedicated to keeping up with the happenings of everyone else never seemed to care what was being said about herself. It was kind of sad really.
"So, you're going to want to do a motion like this," she states, snapping out of her insubstantial thoughts. She followed the line of a backhand with her racket, oh so slowly, to the point where it may have actually looked like she'd returned a ball with a backhand before. "I'll lay up a ball to you, and you just copy that swing, and it should be perfect, all right?" Allowing literally no time between her last word and the throw of a tennis ball into the air, followed by a completely missed swing. "Ahaaa, just a practice!" You ain't fooling anyone. The second attempt was similarly as amateur looking, but went somewhat in the right direction, but with little or no power behind it. Maybe it would look like she'd hit it so softly on purpose so as to allow an easy first return? Or maybe Hyojoo was completely underestimating the competence of Hana, despite their less-than-a-year age gap.