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@hgdhwasa “we have the same exact backpack and i took yours by mistake…. what the fuck do you have in there?”

The mixup could easily be reduced to one central factor: Jiwon didn’t like taking her backpack into public toilets. Especially cafe/restaurant public toilets, where people consumed a number of interesting things before taking a quick trip to the loo and leaving it in a state. She had to mentally prepare herself before stepping into the hub of bacterium and disease, and then did the bare minimum before she hastily left. No, she couldn’t bear taking her beautifully immaculate bag into the toilet. The only things that came in with her were disposable wet wipes and hand sanitizer, from her portable first aid kit. She set her bag on a chair, broke a sweat politely asking a stranger to mind it, before rushing off to the toilet. It was a nerve-wracking process in itself; the thought she could misplace her bag didn’t even occur to her. 

Destiny placed an identical bag (same size, same style, different weight [but she thought that was down to her being lighter after relieving herself]) on the table adjacent to the one she’d left hers on. Destiny made a passerby bump into the chair her bag was on, causing her bag to shuffle down into the seat, cosy and out of sight. Destiny also caused the stranger minding her bag to get up to go order, adamant he could watch her bag from the corner of his eye. 

#hgd:p1task, Personality; Kang Jiwon, INFJ-T ♪ ♫ ♬:

INFJs are creative nurturers with a strong sense of personal integrity and a drive to help others realise their potential. Creative and dedicated, they have a talent for helping others with original solutions to their personal challenges.

[ zwxyukiko ] 

being barely 5′2 and helplessly frail conditioned jiwon to be awfully wary and alert –– her actions were akin to quick-witted hare rather than a languid sizeable lion. survival of the fittest... yes, her defence mechanisms were many in number ––her brother had even gifted her with a baseball bat as a housewarming present–– but in many situations she still felt very scared. jiwon tended to trust women more than men, just an instinctual habit instilled in her psyche due to her past history, and seeing the same friendly women on her way to work made the journey bearable. she chatted to one girl on the platform who was always early, and then she took her rightful seat opposite another bright and blonde-haired girl she saw on weekdays on the way to work. initially she’d gravitated towards her because of their similar stylistic choices, and it developed into somewhat of a tradition. their little routine made jiwon feel a lot safer in her daily commute. mostly they stayed in silence on the half hour journey due to mp3 players and ipods, opting to enjoying one another’s company quietly, but they’d exchanged a few words in the past (’good morning!’, ‘how are you?’, ‘it’s busy today’ ... etc).

[ zwjoon ]

none of her break-ups had been particularly pleasant, even though they were few and far between. jiwon’s dating history comprised of two boyfriends, equally as possessive, very ... clingy –– not exactly the best match for our young bouncy lady, thriving for independence, but they were comforting at the time and seemingly ‘normal’ to begin with. still, she’d wonder if she let them off too lightly in ending things, was too kind when cutting her relationships off, or maybe didn’t make herself absolutely clear. obviously something had gone wrong somewhere along the line, seeing as she felt compelled to rush into a bush behind a bench purely to avoid predatory men. sadly, her fears were perfectly justified –– she’d been stalked, both on social media and in real life; changed her phone numbers thrice and her first boyfriend still got a hold of her once in a while; she’d even been followed her to her workplace once, and harassed her for 10 long minutes before her second boyfriend was escorted out of the building and dutifully banned from the premises. 

[ zwharuma ]

[*// she’s well versed in the art of eating alone, not due to lack of friends or anything like that (even though she always wishes she had a few more girls to hang out with)–– just weird hours and odd shifts, overtime to get a little more pocket change. it doesn’t feel too ridiculous anymore, or odd, munching on a hamburger the size of her face, mayonnaise in the corners of her mouth and all, with her legs dangling due to the seat being a little too high... the restaurant is practically deserted anyway, a few dotted people here and there. all young –– she knows from experience the older japanese citizens abhor the global franchise that the glowing yellow arches are built on, see it as an attack on sacred tradition. jiwon just likes the taste, from time to time. salty yet sweet, crispy chicken and soft doughy bread. and the free wifi. –– //