c'est comme si.

mais quand même, cette chanson est une pensée moite qui sait te trouver. d'où vient par grand froid de ta bouche la buée?

[fairychao]

[yjdaphne]

yjseoks‌.

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jonas didn’t have the most national pride for either countries he had called home over the course of his life, but if he had any stakes in it, he leaned toward italy. and when his small amount of national pride did manage to break through the surface, daphné was almost always involved. at least, as of late. lighthearted humor followed the both of them, battling out for whose country was best; and, yes, spreading ridiculous rumors of the other’s country in the process had become their routine.

he was in the kitchen of the main building with his cheap espresso maker placed over the stove, waiting for it to boil when he noticed her in the vicinity. “ daph? ” he called out in question, with a nickname, to see if he could capture her attention. “ can i interest you in an espresso? or would that be too italian for your francese taste buds? ”

      fingers carding idly through her hair, daphné makes her way over to the main building-- mostly out of boredom of being in her OWN building and not really having anywhere to go, but she was also secretly hoping to sneak someone else’s leftovers out of the communal fridge ( or at the very least, skillfully convince someone to make her some breakfast, instead ). the ever-so enticing smell of espresso is quick to redirect her craving to something much more caffeinated, however.

      propping her elbows up onto the counter, the girl scrunches up her nose in distaste at jonas’ choice of words. “even the way italians say française is ugly,” she remarks, despite there being no actual heat to her words. “but i guess i can’t complain too much about your coffee, so,” she pauses, shrugging, “sure. pourquoi pas?” she says, sliding into one of the nearby stools and waiting PATIENTLY to carefully critique the italian’s coffee-making skills, despite her own inability to make anything other than instant.

[sseoulful]

[yjdaphne]

if you had to listen to just (3) songs for one year, what songs would they be?

“easy. illusion by yuri, christine by christine and the queens and chococo by gugudan. the only three high quality chef-d'oeuvre i’ll ever need.”

[yjdaphne]

which country feels more like home to you? france or korea?

“i think france might always feel a BIT more like home for me, just because it’s where i grew up and lived for a majority of my life. but i’d say korea has definitely become something of a home for me now, especially with having mon frère so close by.”

[yjdaphne]

[yjdaphne]

arayj‌.

she wouldn’t outright admit it, but ara was certainly under a disquieting moment prior on signing a lease at yujaen. the thought of living with another person, let alone share a room together, has left her reeling with a clump of excitement and fear. however, the memories of her big decision has become nothing but a blur now. another anecdote added on one of her many charades.

it may not be a match-made in heaven, but having the both of them to easily adjust on each other’s wavelength meant that the spectacle was one of fate’s blessings.

“new stalls?” she excitedly looked around the area once again and attempted to spot any shop that was foreign to her, but only this time ara ardently took daphné’s inviting hand. this tactic might be probably the best for the both of them as they shop without losing each other from the rapidly increasing crowd. “i just got my paycheck yesterday and they can totally take all of my money if they can defeat my favorite fish cake stall,” she told the younger with a merry grin. “so, my dear roommate, where shall we begin our adventure to sate our appetite?”

      daphné honestly never expected to adjust to living with someone else THIS well. she was admittedly a bit spoiled growing up, and never really had to worry about sharing space with other people, but she was surprisingly welcome to the sense of community that living in the sharehouse first introduced her to ( not that she’d ever admit to something so ridiculously cheesy out loud, of course ), and it definitely helped that she was able to get along with her roommate as well as she did.

      though the french girl was often prone to going out, she had taken to staying in with ara more often than not, recently ; binging tv shows, ordering in and chatting about various things late into the night. and of course, on occasions such as these, they’d take their adventures OUTSIDE, and the night market tended to be their favorite spot.

      daphné chuckles at her roommate’s excitement, grin curling up in endearment. “kinda in the mood for some carbs, honestly.” and when wasn’t she? “maybe we can check out the bread stall to start? and then have a look around at the newer ones to see if anything stands out? we can always hit up your fish cake stall if everything else is a disappointment,” she promises, lightly nudging the other girl’s shoulder with her own, a soft smile still settled on the outer edges of her lips.

[tzuyuz]

190413 Huihyeon - Woowa / by Chori

[astreay]

places around the world: paris

[yjdaphne]

chloyj‌.

she had spent the majority of her day tucked away in her single room, reveling at the chance to catch up on some sleep. a photoshoot had required her to be out most of the night — which was not even close to ideal for chloé, but what could she do? the biggest thing her job required of her was to actually be there, as well as awake and alert, whilst everything was going on. no one wanted a sleeping model. that much she was sure of.

leaving the comfort of her isolated bedroom was a long-fought decision, even more so when she decided on forcing herself into the main building for a cup of coffee instead of to the common area of molae’s second floor. she had expected to see more of her housemates lingering, but instead merely happened upon one familiar figure; one she could name, and call a friend. she would’ve been deemed a liar if she said it wasn’t a comfort.

“ ah, moi? ” chloé questioned, though she was quite aware there’d been nobody else in the general vicinity to hear the other. as she approached, a slight smile overtook her features. “ asking me for a photographer’s opinion might be a bit ill advised, ” she warned, eyes darting between daphné and the camera resting on her lap. “ unless you’re just wanting compliments on your work. those are given out for free. ”

     daphné smiles brightly upon spotting her friend, her previous exhaustion seemingly dissipating at chloé’s appearance. not only did she find general comfort in her friend’s presence, but there was no denying that daphné felt a bit more at home every time she was around. maybe it was the accent, or just the way they were both able to slip in and out of french so easily, but she ALSO knew it mostly had to do with the fact that she spent most of her younger years growing up within the presence of chloé.

     so it was safe to say that daphné never grew tired of seeing her face.

      a small chuckle slips past her lips, pausing to gather her hair in a low ponytail, before tying it off with the scrunchy currently decorating her wrist. “i just need help choosing a few shots for my blog, is all. you know your opinion is le plus important to me,” she assures the girl, gesturing for her to sit down in the chair next to her. “though i’d never deny any of your compliments, you know,” she continues with a quirked eyebrow. “but i’m definitely much more interested on your thoughts on some of these for now. i can’t quite decide if i wan’t a pseudo-profile shot for the main post, or just something straight on,” she muses aloud, flicking through the pictures on her camera.

[femaleidols]

huihyeon 💎 woowa

[yjdaphne]

jjiyongyj‌.

          ONE OF THE first things that jiyong did the moment he had arrived, was explore the area. refusing to be cooped up in a room with a room mate he hadn’t even met yet, when there were loads of locations around waiting to be discovered by the boy himself. truth be told, it was how he had actually found his current part time job at club arena. one night, still the early days of moving in, bored out of his mind, he decided to take a trip there. that, and probably a reason to drink more than he could handle, but it didn’t stop him from noticing the ‘bartenders wanted’ sign in the mens bathroom. maybe he should have thought it through better, instead of going straight back up to the bar, tipsy, requesting for more information of the job offer. he was certain that if he was sober, he would have been more professional. maybe.

it’s just after midday when jiyong decides to force himself out of bed, his muscles aching from the intense hours of his shift at club arena the night before. demanding hours, finishing at 4am and only getting home just after 5am was not something he liked to do. especially when he had a hectic day at college hours prior, from 8am to 5pm, his days were often packed and hectic. yet somehow, he was never too tired. always holding some sort of energy to ensure he’d make it through the day, or maybe it was because it was a routine he had just gotten use to. the one good thing about having a part time job, was that he had some days off. but on this day, the moment his alarm went off at 8am for college, the moment his eyes opened, he could feel the symptoms of the flu, and thus he hits the cancel button on his alarm, turns back over, and soon dozes back off to sleep.

but now, with jiyong’s stomach making noises louder than he’d like to admit, he knows it’s best to get up. knowing it’d be a good idea for him to find some flu medicine, too, he pushes his body forwards, and the moment he’s sitting up right he can feel the pounding in his head. groans, he shuffles his feet around in search for his slippers and grabs a hoodie, throws it on before heading for the bathroom. while brushing his teeth, his free hand fumbles around in the cupboard, eyes peeled for any sign of flu medicine. when his eyes catch sight of one, he lets out a small blessed noise and grabs it, and after he’s finished brushing his teeth, he heads for the main building. maybe change of scenery will make him feel a bit better. plus, he could always cook up a breakfast in the main kitchen. he’s rubbing his eyes when he stumbles in, and the mere voice of another person makes him almost drop the medicine. he groans, throwing his head back slightly. “what do you want?”

      daphné quirks a slightly judgmental eyebrow up at jiyong’s appearance. “did you just wake up?” slight amusement laces her tone, though she supposes it must not necessarily be a RARE occurrence for the male, given his current job and the odd hours he probably has to deal with. not to mention, he--- admittedly--- didn’t look so well that day. she takes note of the medicine in his grasp -- that makes sense, then. 

      “come give me your opinion on a few of these shots,” she waves him over, patting the chair next to her. “i’ll make you soup or something in return, if you want,” she offers, despite lacking a significant amount of culinary experience-- that didn’t relate to sweet french pastries and croque monsieurs, of course-- but she could easily open up someone else’s can of prepackaged chicken noodle soup if she very well needed to. “or like... a cup of tea or something, at least. you kinda look unwell,” she scrunches up her nose, suddenly regretting leaving her mask behind in her room.

      ---he wasn’t contagious, was he?

      “i just need an outsider’s opinion of the pictures i took today,” she pouts her lips dramatically as she looks down at the screen of her camera. “i can’t quite decide which ones i like best for my blog preview,” she mutters, as if it’s the most disastrous problem currently taking place in her life--- which it was, obviously.

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[yjdaphne]

daphné jung › favorites playlist.

do as i WANT, so sassy me. quick step on the beat ---all looks gather on me. everywhere i step runway.

› black pearl - sunmi. › fête de trop - eddy de pretto. › be myself - gugudan. › sick and tired (ft. reddy) - suzy. › ice queen - baekhyun. › j’ai du temps - kikesa. › shut up and groove (ft. dean) - heize. › heart stop - taemin, seulgi. › christine - christine and the queens. › sassy me - red velvet. › illusion - yuri. › night rather than day - exid. › victime des réseaux - angèle. › la marcheuse - christine and the queens. › nudes - claire laffut, yseult. › chococo - gugudan. › secret - wjsn. › elle me dit - mika. › heroine - sunmi.

[yjdaphne]

jiyeonyj‌.

jiyeon laughs at the excited girl, putting down her basket of clothes near the entry way and plops onto the chair next to daphne. she was always amazed at how much energy she has to travel to a whole different city and back to support her favorite groups. jiyeon was a fan of some groups as well, but she was never a diehard fan of a specific group. the most she had done for her faves were to buy their albums and go to their gigs ( if, and only if, they were near ).

she was always impressed by daphne’s photos, even if she hated some stills. jiyeon could take nice photos for the gram, but that’s about all she could do ( god bless for editing apps ). but holding that heavy camera and having enough patience to wait for the right moment to take a shot? that’s some metal shit right there. jiyeon leans into the viewer, “ you know that i love you, and all of your photos, but what is this supposed to be? ”

      once jiyeon takes a seat next to her, daphné moves the camera between them, just so the other girl can get a better view of the screen. she needed to choose between a few different previews for her twitter page, and potentially a cover photo for her blog post of that day’s event, and she definitely needed an outside opinion or two. not that she didn’t trust her own brillante opinion of course, but she figured weeding out a few choices by hearing OTHER people’s bad opinions might make things a bit easier.

      her brow furrows in confusion at the question, just before peaking at the screen and noticing the problem. “oops--- zoomed in on a tree on accident, i guess.” she pauses to zoom back out in order to focus on the full shot, instead. “i’m having trouble choosing between four. i need a good cover shot for my blog post,” she explains, through a small, dramatized pout. obviously ALL of the pictures were perfect, not only because they were taken by her, but because mimi was the main focus of every single one. it was a TOUGH choice, indeed. “so what do you think?” she asks, slowly scrolling through her choices.

[diahq]

eyego huihyeon | Do not edit

[yjdaphne]

juwonyj‌.

        OPEN STARTER | LOCATION: ysa bounty.

         the night had been mostly uneventful, even though his bartender had called out at the very last second, forcing juwon to work behind the bar in their place. he was a little rusty, but he managed. happy hour had just ended, and juwon was running around ysa bounty settling tabs. or at least he had been, until he had made the mistake of stopping in front of a familiar face. in just a matter of seconds, he had been sucked into the same round of back-and-forth that they had every time they met over the bar.

        “for the last time, you have to pay for your drinks!” juwon scolded fondly, eyes narrowed in a playful glare at the person in front of him. he leaned forward, supported by both of his hands on the bar that separated them. “i already gave you free food tonight out of the kindness of my heart, same as last time you were here.”

        his words might have had an air of finality, but both parties knew he was probably still going to give them the free drinks. he couldn’t help it-he had a serious soft spot for his fellow residents of the sharehouse… the ones he recognized, anyway. juwon knew they all struggled in their own ways, and he enjoyed having such an easy way to make their days a little bit better. he often let them enjoy a free meal or two every once in a while. and the person standing in front of him knew it.

                 “i’m not letting you eat and drink me out of house and home.”

      ysa bounty didn’t necessarily align with daphné’s typical style--- in fact, it was probably in direct contrast of it, if anything. but she found that she usually much preferred the bar to other various bars downtown when it came down to it ; partially because of the company, but mostly because of the free drinks, obviously ( the jung sibling privilege she was rightfully entitled to, thank you very much ). not that she couldn’t easily swindle free drinks from OTHER establishments, of course, but putting in the actual effort to obtain them was quite... unappealing on most nights. 

      there were other factors, such as the mushy, fond pride she felt at her brother owning one of the most successful bars in town, but as if she’d ever say any of that out loud.

      an offended gasp falls past her lips at her brother’s words, hand flying towards her chest in HORROR, just to amp the dramatics up a bit more. “excusez moi?” a pout situates itself at her lips. “what’s the fun of owning a bar, if you don’t get to hand out a few free drinks to your most favorite sister every now and then?” to be fair, ‘ every now and then ’ was definitely a downplay, if anything, and daphné was well aware of that.