Second life

━♡ guess the 24 YEAR OLD JUNE baby just arrived to dallyeog! it makes sense, because MIN HANI is just as COLORFUL as the month of JUNE. wait, why do they remind me of KIM JISOO? beyond that, they seemed SOFT-SPOKEN & SINCERE upon first glance. i heard someone say they’re sort of CLUMSY & CHILDISH. i hope they get acquainted here in COMPLEX # 3 / APARTMENT # 8 / FLOOR # 4 ; SHE seems to have a lot going on with HER job as a FLORIST.

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moodboard meme: send me one of the following symbols and i’ll make a moodboard for my character.

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The day was rather slow in the flower shop and that was completely normal during the season only selling a couple of bouquets here and there during the day, letting Hani have some free time to put everything in place on the small flower shop yet not even that could keep her distracted for so long and sooner than what she would have liked, Hani found herself without nothing to do once again.

   —☆・*。into the wilderness ; plot drop.

he sits completely rigid for a solid thirty seconds as the initial shock from being startled comes and passes — and then it dawns on him. in both of their surprise, they had jumped in place. the flower crown that he had been assembling with her guidance had been pulled apart in the motion, but it’s not the woven flowers that concern him.

that oh-so-familiar sound had indeed been her snipping with his scissors. yes, that his unmistakable vibrant peach hair scattered on the forest floor — the one that he had painstakingly dyed only a few weeks prior.

his heart jumps in his chest, and in his ears, all he hears is her apologies ringing. he knew this was a dangerous idea from the start. so many things could go wrong — he didn’t even have the correct kind of scissors on him for haircutting anyway. (this was a camping trip, after all.) they had been too caught up in the excitement of learning something new, and despite the risk, he had optimistically believed there was no way she could mess up if he had gone slow with his instructions and they had taken their time. it was supposed to be just a trim.

his throat feels dry when he manages to find his voice. “hey, it’s okay. it’ll be okay,” he says, a weak attempt to reassure her. he tries to smile. “it’s your first time. it’s not your fault.” without a mirror, he has no way of telling just how severe the situation is, but he’s seen a fair amount of bad cuts in the years. some haircuts were easily fixed, but some needed a little more creative thought to be salvaged. he reaches up to touch the strands, trying to assess it for himself. “um, it doesn’t feel that much shorter than the rest, but i can’t tell. we might have to trim a bit more to make it easier to hide… do you have a mirror?”

In retrospective, Hani wonders why the two of them thought that it would be a good idea to try for the first time such dangerous activity for the hair of Seungmin in first place yet what is done is done and she can’t turn back in time  and her eyes wide with unshed tears prove that the woman knows it very well. Guilt taking over her features.

Him being so nice to her, even after her mistake was making her feel even more miserable, if it was even possible. How could it not be her fault when she had been the one holding the scissors, yet she tried to retun his smile even thought she was sure it looked more like grimace than a smile yet that was all she could do when her heart was heavy with guilt, granted he wasn’t bald but it was enough to send her into a frenzy of culpability. “It’s not much shorter, indeed...” At that point Hani wasn’t sure who she was trying to reassure, him or herself yet it wasn’t completely a lie, it was shorter but not by much, at least not to let a hairless patch on his head, that would certainly made her cry.

🌸           HANI WASN’T OUTRIGHT TELLING HER THAT SHE WAS WILD, so that was a good sign. poppy knew that knowing her was quite a task ( and nothing about her made that easier ) but hani was a trooper and the blonde gave her a lot of credit for sticking through the curious tale of yeo poppy. “happy to hear you’ve been good! how’s the shop been? any time i see pretty flowers, i always think that they’re from your shop. i mean, this place is amazing. if i were you, i’d never leave.” poppy said, looking around and absolutely admiring the beautiful shop that hani had. ah, some people had all the luck.

when it came back to the matter of the great lie ( one of many great lies that poppy told her mother, really ) poppy shrugged. “i know you say that, but trust me … she’s gorgeous. i mean, i’m fine but i’m not – i’ll never be her. that’s also easy for you to say when you literally look like you could be miss korea.” poppy meant it, too. the first time that she’d noticed hani in the complex, she was sure that the other girl was famous. only famous people had bone structure like that. when hani asks what poppy would have done had her mother asked about the boy, she frowned. “you know what, i never thought of that. i’d probably have sent her a picture of taemin from shinee, but then she’d have seen through me.” that was true, but the girl shook her head. her mother wouldn’t pry like that – would she? “that’s my mom for you.” poppy explained. “never doing anything the way you’d expect … hm, that’s probably where i got it from.” it would make a lot of sense. “my favorite color is pink. don’t pink roses mean, like, forever love or something like that?”

“The shop’s been good...I will probably need to start getting more flowers since this season gets a lot of weddings and such so that means many bouquets for me to do, if you ever have some free time and want to learn a thing or two about making them drop any time you want.” She offered smiling, truth was when she first arrived to Seoul, her flower shop had been rather small, no more than just four walls and a roof with flowers planted by herself yet hardwork paid off and slowly the small room grew as well as the clients and the amount of flowers. Hani chuckled at Poppy’s words, “Flower shops have to close too, you know?”

* 𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐋 ›     sorry… had to do what i had to do to get your attention ㅋㅋ * 𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐋 ›     the thing is, i don’t want to miss out on what’s normal to everyone else   * 𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐋 ›     i want to experience what it feels like to be 30, 40… so on, i guess. * 𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐋 ›     then again, my thoughts might change if my back start to ache… * 𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐋 ›     wait, have you had your tteokguk this year? * 𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐋 ›     i don’t want you to feel like you have to, esp if you’re feeling lazy ㅠ * 𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐋 ›     tho you are asking the right guy if you need entertainment * 𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐋 ›     i’d be happy to help with cooking as well :)

This was bad, it was worse than bad, it was terrible. Hani’s eyes were wide, almost comically, as she stared at her own creation, a small mistake that had happened due to her scaredy-cat nature and someone jumping into their bubble with a loud scream of joy (or so it seemed) after being thrown a balloon with water inside. “Oh no..” She said to herself as she stares at his longish hair..or the lack of it. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry” Is all hani can said after the initial shock leaves her body, repeating it again and again like a broken record as she puts the scissors away and moves around, trying to find some way to make it better.