*ARIRANG!

• • •  01. realistic texts 02. @nanathegreat 03. accepting !

“CHE,” Ari snickered as she read the younger’s incoming message before whining loudly despite the very paper thin walls of her apartment building. She kicked her legs and stomped her feet against the flooring, much to her neighbor’s dismay and if Jinah strained her ears just enough, it was plausible the student could hear the other’s whines without the use of modern technology.

IT was a familiar scene: a hweshik on a Wednesday night, the buzz of the fourth ( or was it now their fifth? )  round still ringing loudly in her ears. The long table littered with numerous cans of beer and bottles of soju, but for once the alcohol was left untouched by one particular noisy but still visibly fatigued blonde vocal instructor. Still, Revo’s Artist Development Team sure knew how to throw a party.

While it might be considered rude of her to slide out well before her other colleagues had a chance to escape, Ari was already up to her ears with used up tolerance. With the aid of alcohol she might have acted out already, pointing out the tone deaf noraebang singers, the offbeat tambourine players, and that one sunbae with the wandering hands… she ground her teeth as she exited the premises, fingers curling into her palms leaving little fiery red crescent moons in their wake.

                                            “Now, where do you think you’re going?”

That wasn’t the end of it, of course not. After finished decorating the house and placed a birthday cake and a huge teddy bear on the table in the middle of the living room, she went back to the younger’s room ( yes, she forced Ari to sleep in her room despite the younger whining, but she needed it for this surprise to work ), and placed different boxes with presents around the younger’s bed ( x ) ( x ) ( x ) ( x ) with a small note on the nightstand.

“One, birthday is disgusting. I don’t see why you still like it. You are not five anymore.

Two, you drool and snore in your sleep. This is why you are single.

Three, Happy birthday anyway. Talk less this year. Or I’m really kicking you out.

Now go to the living room, stupid Ari.”

And with that she left to the living room and waited for the other with a bottle of wine already opened, and of course, not forgetting to smack the younger’s head to wake her up before doing so.

Happy birthday, annoying tiny monster. 

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“HMM, I don’t know,” she replied in a sing-songy voice, teetering back and forth, looking at the other with expectant eyes. “What day could it be? Surely the most important day of the year! The day God decided to grace the world with...” she bobbed her head as her hand moved in circles, edging the obviously slow thought process of her friend on. What? Hadn’t she mentioned it at the top of her lungs since Christmas? Surely.