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Youngji on ‘the great chinese food battle’ - 1 #gifs

(The Great Chinese Food Battle)

Youngji on Emergency Escape No. 1 #gifs

                           -for anon

Th-thank you, [`she replies shyly, face still tinged with red. he’d thrown her onto the phone so quickly that she’d embarrassed herself, but family was family- it didn’t matter if you embarrassed yourself in front of them. they’d love you regardless. her arms slip around him in one easy, fluid movement and she presses her warm face against his shoulder, only turning her head to look over at the food he’d prepared.`] Do you need any help..?

Youngji's Ghost Story

But she didn’t exactly want to go home. Although she knew she needed to inform someone in her family that she couldn’t go on with the wedding, she wasn’t exactly ready to face them... she didn’t want to go home. “Jackson...” She started, brave up until her voice left her mouth. “U-um... I... C-could... Do you... u-umm...”

“ that’s awful ”

Y-yes, ma’am! Th-thank you! [`she sputtered into the phone, eyes pointed fixedly at the countertop in front of her. it had been so long since she’d spoken to miss genevieve-- and she had always found her somewhat intimidating, even if incredibly lovely. of course, she was much bolder than emily could ever imagine being, and she would say things like-- what she’d just said. any of the color remaining in her face had shaded itself to a very bright red.`] 네... [`she accidentally answered in korean again, shaking her head quickly and hurrying to correct herself.`] I-I mean, yes! Y-yes... thank you again. Goodbye. [`despite the fact that no one but jackson could see, she bowed to the phone, before hanging it up. still pink, she placed it on the countertop, finally lifting her eyes to look over at jackson, who she knew had been watching the interaction with amusement.`] H-hello...

Not entirely, she thought to herself, letting her eyes drop down to glance at their hands. She’d always held onto his hand when they were walking together across the street-- she’d let her fingers wrap around his hand, gripping tightly the minute they started to cross. With their hands together, she’d always felt much safer and more secure than when she’d tried to go on her own. She’d always been too afraid, leaving Jackson to fetch her every single time. Even after all this time, facing something she found terrifying didn’t seem quite as daunting if her hand was wrapped safely in his. “Yes,” she nodded, just slightly more than half-truthful. She felt better now that she had in far, far too long, not realizing how much she’d missed the security of his hands.

Mom? [`she mouthed at jackson in confusion, face flushing slightly with the quick peck to her cheek. everything was moving so fast that she barely had time to register any of it, stepping quickly inside behind him, not even able to stop to remove her shoes. already flustered by jackson’s whirlwind of activity, she lifts the phone to her ear, stuttering out a garbled greeting, accidentally half-english, half-korean.`] Y-yobosello?

#HappyYoungjiDay

— There are fans who have been with Kara for 8 years. I’m excited to know what they think of me. That’s why, I read the letters from fans in details. Reading “I’m happy that you’re a Kara member” or “You really fit into Kara” give me strength and I’m so thankful.

She’s gonna be here, soon, wh– …… [/he just shuts up and stares at the wall as mom now yells at him about seasoning and marinating taking a long while to do and it’s a few seconds before his eyes are rolling again] Mom, I can keep her busy while the chicken marinates… [/there’s a long pause before his face screws up in response to his mom being obscene] NOT– MOM–!!!!