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yhjiwon:

“ i don’t, “ watch shows, jiwon catches himself in time, swallowing the words before they’re airborne. there’s two conclusions he almost barrelled himself into. a shocked voice wondering how in the world he could ignore the temptations of netflix or the television at home. which is true, he turns on the tv. but he’s always watching whatever his relatives are flipping through and never his own volition. then there’s the other possibility of having heathers explained to him, and he’s not interested. “ nevermind. i remember. “ the lie slips from his tongue with ease. “ but should i really be following veronica’s shit? “ he gambles with the statement, half aware he doesn’t know what he’s talking about. but jiwon knows one thing, films never give good romance advice these days, and he doesn’t think this would be any different.

not to his shock, she’s determined to pull an imagined scenario through for him, bring it into life. he swings towards her, pausing his steps, a brow raised in inquiry. “ where is this nice place that’s got this recipe for pizza? what if they ask? i need a follow up. “ he acts as if there is one, when the boy knows he’ll slam down any further attempt at a conversation. if killing conversation on purpose is an actual skill, he’d slap it on his resume. brag about it as a gold star, the only course with an a+. “ or worse. or fucking better. instead of anti-pineapple on pizza? they’re not a pizza person. do we move onto burgers? “ he hopes she doesn’t notice his attempt to stall, a silent telepathic call to their intended target to leave the area.

um. “ well, perhaps nooooot... ” she trails off, pressing darkly-tinted lips together in an involuntary grimace. “ but that was just an example! ” a very bad one, she’ll admit-- unless his goal in life is to become an accomplice to a homicidal maniac. briefly, she racks her brain for movies that’ve actually offered good romantic advice-- the search returns no result, and she just opens and closes her mouth like a fish out of water; she really is way out of her depth when it comes to things like this. no pun intended.

“ tell them they’ll have to wait and see! can’t have them visiting without you. ” visiting where, exactly, is still to be determined. “ no but who the hell isn’t a pizza person? like, i get if it’s not your favourite, but no one hates pizza? you can customise it to your liking. it’s like a giant sharing sandwich but with more liquidised tomatoes. ” thankfully for him, her original objective’s been momentarily forgotten as she defends a food she’s honestly not even that big a fan of. “ burgers are the true enemy here. it’s so messy, and sometimes they put so much in the burger you can’t even take a bite proper. ”

#& JIWON.#TALK TO ME.#minievent1yh

yunhwahall

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jiyeonyh:

“i wasn’t planning on running.” her words were a mixture of a whine and a mumble in response to the other. each time the pair met up with one another, jiyeon was in awe of yuna’s fervent personality. while they’d bonded over the ability to quietly work aside one another in comfortable silence, it was times like these that she felt at a loss for words. “i cannot just take my stockings off in public!” jiyeon could feel her cheeks warm up, brushing a faint red blush against them as she spoke. “i still can’t believe you actually agreed to put that on. please go easy on me, there is still so much to do today.”

for a minute, yuna does pause. considers the logistics behind getting stockings off-- there’s no reason she wouldn’t be able to, but then again, she’s been informed that not everyone’s like her. “ why not? do you want me to cover you with the blanket? ” yuna spreads her arms as if to show how much of jiyeon’s modesty she’d be able to protect, and the tinfoil crinkles with her animated movement, sunlight casting reflective shadows on jiyeon. “ the children better take this game as seriously as i am, because i think i’m gonna become a super... ” strikes a pose. she’s really feeling herself in this budget tinman getup. “ sexy baked yuna potato. ” it’s very unlikely anyone’s taking the game as seriously as she is.

#& JIYEON.#TALK TO ME.#minievent1yh

yunmiyh:

ㅤㅤ.・。.・❀ yunmi had always been the quiet supportive friend, always there to cheer on her friends and family in their endeavors. she was never the type to seek support, however, yet she always accepted it graciously. the young girl wasn’t the type to boast about her achievements or lament about her struggles, but she was always telling people of her appreciation towards them in the smallest of gestures.

sometimes, these gestures do seem to take a toll on her wellbeing, however, as images of horrible things seemed to haunt her the moment the lights turn off all because she wanted to be a good friend. yuna, who was sitting across from her now on the grass as they had chosen a spot far away from the crowd to chat, was always very vocal in her support of yunmi’s business endeavors. the other girl frequented the stall constantly and always seemed to leave with a new item in hand without fail, if she had time she would even wave people over to the stall and convince them wholeheartedly to buy something (unsuccessfully most times, but it’s the thought that counts).

and so when yunmi heard about yuna’s weekly series, she of course wanted to support the other girl by reading it. however, she didn’t realize that the story was horror based until she had finished the first chapter and by then it was too late. each week that a new edition would come out, the other found herself reading it in broad daylight, with the lights on for extra protection, but it still didn’t save her from the images that followed her as she crawled into bed at night.

nightmares and thoughts keeping her from getting sleep had started to affect her physically. her eyes drooping slowly as she tried to listen to the words that yuna was saying to her, her senses dulling as the sounds around became muffled, yet she heard the sound of a question being presented to her and she opens her mouth to respond, ❛ mhmm… ❜ she murmurs softly, ❛ yes, i agree, pigeons should also be given voting rights… ❜ wait- that didn’t sound right? blinking the fatigue out of her eyes slowly, the girl tilts her head up, focusing on the girl in front of her again, gently shaking her head to wake up, ❛ i’m sorry, yuna, i missed the question, could you repeat that again? ❜

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huh.

yunmi is onto something.

the only problem lies in the fact that pigeons aren’t (to her knowledge) able to hold a writing instrument. an easy fix, yuna’s sure. she’s wondering what sort of qualifications one should have in order to be able to join the pigeon writing task force, but yunmi’s apology stops the ‘fuck i should’ve gone to college’ thought train in its tracks, and they’re brought back to the topic that’d been at hand before yuna started pondering about avian abilities.

“ oh, no. i was just talking about how i nearly blinded some guy on the bus because i was wearing one of your hairpins. doesn’t matter, though. are you okay? you seem a bit out of it. ” an understatement if there ever was one-- how did they get from yuna’s fashion misadventures to pigeons’ rights to vote?

bob-belcher

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jiyeonyh:

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it shouldn’t have come as a surprise to jiyeon that running into yuna was going to evoke some form of excitement at one point or another. while she’d come to value the other as a friend to sit in tranquil quiet with, there were a handful of moments that truly kept jiyeon on her toes. attending this event today, the last thing the secretary planned to do was play tag. and while she initially joined to humor the children, jiyeon certainly didn’t believed that she’d be needing to humor yuna, too. “i can’t run in these heels, you know. and if these stockings get a run in them, you owe me a whole new pack, go yuna.”

“ you should never buy heels you can’t run in. ” yuna sagely nods, and while the advice given is rather sound, yuna currently seems anything but. lifting up a foot to show off her cute and sensible wedges, she beams proudly at jiyeon. “ see! i dressed up for this! ” it’s really the only part of her carefully curated outfit that’s still vaguely visible-- yuna’s wrapped her arms in tinfoil and her body in a picnic blanket. “ you could take the stockings off! aren’t they stuffy, anyway? it’s so warm out! ” like she’s not baking her arms in the tinfoil. the kids’d asked her to be ‘ it ’, though, and yuna was fully committed to the role of the alien overlord intent on tagging all the children of yunhwa.

#minievent1yh #TALK TO ME.#& JIYEON.

yhserim

「 ★ 」 ⋮・ ˖ ✦ ⋮ ━ closed starter for @yhyuna

“ not too fucking sure about starting a convo with i’m taking a poll on pineapple on pizza. “ jiwon states, tone humorous yet furtive. his words dissipate into the surrounding atmosphere in a matter of seconds but linger long enough for the girl beside him to hear. she’s the target of his words, the only one he’s directing the conversation towards among the crowd of people. for the better, their exchange leaping from one end of a spectrum to another, then elsewhere to the extent if someone traced it, they could pretend they were solving a connect-the-dots puzzle.

but it seems to cycle down to one goal, at least so he thinks. maybe yuna’s deciding to set his solitary self with a partner, with how their conversation seems to scatter towards random citizens and visitors appearing in their vision. which, if he could be frank, he has no plans lingering in his mind. except inside he’s grateful fate is on his side. they have yet to spot his ex in the crowd, because damn, what a ride that one would be. he amuses her for now, continuing with his previous statement, “ what if we ask them what’s their fav food round here? “

yhyuna

“ have you never seen heathers? ” yuna answers his quip with a semi-rhetorical question of her own. “ veronica’s iconic first interaction with her love interest? her taking a lunchtime poll. ” so maybe the love story in question’d ended up blowing up rather spectacularly, (figuratively and literally!) but yuna’s sure that this will be fine. everything’s going to go according to plan. jiwon’s going to meet a lovely person who’ll be more than happy to answer the question, they’ll start talking about their food preferences, a bit of flirting here and there, and he’ll have found himself a date!

‘course, while his romantic life... or lack thereof, would usually be none of her business, yuna’s current involvement is due to the fact that she really, really needs him to start dating, in order for her to be able to secretly tag along and gather intel on what a romantic relationship is supposed to be like. the hand holdings, the sharing of milkshakes in a single cup with two straws, the ‘i’m-fake-yawning-so-i-can-put-my-hand-around-your-shoulders’ type shenanigans; the nitty-gritty of a relationship that one (her) could so easily overlook due to lack of practical experience. “ we could.... oooooor, we could ask them my thing and then when they answer with their preference, you find a reason to strike up a conversation with them. ” yuna pauses for dramatic effect. “ if they’re like ‘ yeah, pineapple’s cool. ’ you’ll then be like, nice! i know this place that’s got this recipe for pizza, you wanna go there sometime? if they’re anti pineapple on pizza? we move on because you can do better than someone with no taste. ”