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( sms : brian )

...to say he had expected to be in this predicament was an understatement. he never thought there’d ever be a day where anyone would even see him at a bookstore, only to be shopping for mangas. his small liking for it wasn’t a very known thing to everyone, in fact, he was known to be quite picky with what he allowed himself to read. but, for some reason, he wanted to delve further into the hobby that so many people enjoyed. it was interesting to him, and he was never one to turn down trying new things, even if it wasn’t exactly a new thing to him. the comedic mangas were always something he had enjoyed, but, now it was time for him to try out more serious ones. 

“tell me again, how am i suppose to thoroughly enjoy eating this?” 

his eyes glanced at the meal in front of him on the table, obvious disgust on his face from just how..weird it looked to him. if it weren’t for him opening his big mouth the last time they spoke, he would have never been in this predicament -- and, the smell that was invading his nose at the current time was enough to make him wish he had some kind of contraption that could make him reverse the time. as fast as possible. 

a hand ran through his hair, followed by a loud, over dramatic sigh falling past his lips. if it was one thing jaebum hated, it was surprise visits. not knowing what was going to happen just got on his nerves, and not knowing that jimin would come bursting through the door of his dorm without even shooting a simple kakaotalk message caused him even more irritation. luckily, that was his friend. and, so very lucky was jimin on that fine day.

his pen tapped against the notebook that’s neatly stacked on top of the table, his posture slightly terrible as he slumped over it. it’s not a daily occurrence where he choose’s to attempt to brainstorm song ideas with artists he had never worked with before, but, for some strange reason, he had gotten the urge to work with the other. someone he thoroughly respected the work of. if one put two heads together, the outcome was surely to be something that’d come out on top. 

Patience was something that Mijoo had learned to have. She was bright, in all forms of the word, but furthermore, she, as a person, was patient. Jaebum was a person that no one needed to force anything out of. Letting it happen was better than trying to force anything. Even as he sat next to her, she continued to look out at the city, her feet swinging carelessly because she had absolutely no fear of the ground below them at all. That was a story in itself that she couldn’t explain to the person next to her at all. She was bright, she was kind and most of all, she could listen to him for as long as he wanted. But she couldn’t tell him why she had sensed him without looking back to see him, she couldn’t tell him why her hair would change colors every time he would meet with her in such a place.

What he handed her was a camera, she stared at it for a moment before she realized what exactly it was that he was showing her. Her eyes gazed at the image on it, smiling at the photography as she pressed the button to look at more.  She came to the pictures that made her smile fade immediately, his words suddenly becoming clear to her as she could see what couldn’t be explained. But– what he didn’t know was that it could be explained, she could explain it. “You post these, you say?” She had seen someone posting pictures before, she remembered someone telling her about it and laughing because they knew who it was in them.

She inhaled but did not exhale in a sigh as not to alert the other male next to her. There were very few incidents where someone had taken pictures of her, pictures that showed a more… elegant side to her mutation rather than the monstrous ability she knew it to be. “Neon…. and smoke.” She whispered as she looked at the photos of herself. There wasn’t a time in her life where she was ashamed her abilities, but as her eyes closed and she slowly passed the camera back to him, she actually debated speaking up. “I remember when I was sixteen years old, there was a guy, who managed to take a picture of me, standing in the middle of a circle of dogs, the dogs were going to attack me, kill me and rip me apart and he took pictures of it. He took a picture of every single moment from the moment a dog attacked to me, to the moment where I was the only thing standing after they had all attempted to rip me apart. He even caught a picture of the moment when I walked over to him and told him, to show the world, what he saw.” She spoke softly with a sad smile on her face as she revealed part of the source of her fear of dogs to the other. “Pictures educate the world, they rarely lie. They show the world what is truly going on rather than… to keep it in the dark.”

“December 21st, 2011 and May … 30th …. 2015.” The dates were something that Mijoo remembered better than anything but the last date she was going to ay to anyone else that knew would know, exactly what it meant. “And most of all, September 23rd, 1994.” She looked back over to the camera. “Those pictures are explained by those dates. On September 23rd, I was born,” she reaches over and presses the button to go back to the picture that she had first seen with the red and black imagery. “Then December 21st, 2011, Neon manipulation from my first kiss, Yume….” She changed to the bright neon lights that were taken in the photograph. “And then…. May 30th, 2015… the day I killed my best friend to keep her from being captured.” He pressed forward to the picture of the smoke, her eyes sadder than they had ever been. “For months, I had been wondering who had been capturing such pictures of me. I don’t necessarily hide at night, because when the night comes, so does the darkness…I never thought my monstrosity could ever be caught on film ever again.” She sighed softly as she pulled away from the other. “I should have guessed with that alias that it was someone that knew what beauty was when they see it. How are photographs able to make something so …. hated look so beautiful, is such a mystery to me, even as I see myself within this.”

Mijoo closed her eyes, sighing again as relief washed over her, her hands stretching out as her hair changed to a bright neon display, her arms stretching out in front of her, illuminated with the neon just in the picture he had taken, she yawned before relaxing, her hair remaining the same but her neon fading slowly. “It’s called mutations.”

As someone who knew when to speak, and when not to speak, he remained quiet once he had spoken. If she wanted to say something, it was her turn to do so, as he’d already said what he needed to say. At least, he was sure that he did, since the smile that she had upon seeing his photographs had faded upon moving towards the pictures he’d spoken about -- Jaebum was certain that she knew exactly what it was, and maybe it was not the reality that should have been. It might have been extremely wrong of him to capture something that seemed as if it should not be shown to anyone else, and then go ahead and post it.

But, sometimes, he made mistakes that he knew he’d regret. For the sake of feeling as if he was as normal as everyone else? Or, maybe he was just like everyone else, and that’s exactly why he made so many mistakes during his lifetime. This being one of them, and the more she talked, the more he listened. The more that he listened carefully to her words, the more that he understood that he did not just capture some unexplained phenomenon. He had captured one of his best friends performing such a thing that he did not understand.

Sure, Jaebum knew that Mijoo was far more special than the average person. There were things about her that even he could not figure out, but he didn’t know that it went to such an extent. He couldn’t say that he was afraid, because he was far from being so. He was more intrigued, if anything. There were so many unanswered questions. So many things that he wanted to know, so that he could understand things and open his mind to new possibilities that there were things out there that not everyone knew existed. But, for now, he’d wait. He would not bombard her with questions. Instead, he’d gradually ask them over time, if she allowed him to do so.

He still could not help but feel some type of guilt buried deep beneath the surface, even as she went to each picture, and explained. There was something in him, that told him that he should have not kept such precious moments. If that saddened smile that he saw from the corner of his eyes were enough to go by.

“If I’m being honest..as dangerous as it may come off to be, there’s beauty in the world that some people can see and others can not..” He paused and stared down at the pictures on the screen of his camera, his eyes filled with curiosity, and longing to know more about the world around him that he didn’t know. “I think that this is one of those things. Either dangerous and hated, or fascinated and beautiful. I don’t think there’s really an in between when it comes to something such as yourself, or maybe I’m wrong.”

— (#금요일밤) —  Euijin was going through the rest of her gallery before notifications soon pop up on the top of her screen. A small snort escaped her upon reading them. Him bluntly saying how he felt by her abruptness did get her a bit embarrassed but she figured she’d return the gesture. (KKT → 갓세븐 재범) I’m honestly confused with why I messaged you of all people too (KKT) But I vaguely remember walking by there with you once (KKT) …unless it was someone else oops (つω`｡)           She hoped her little jabs didn’t offend him in anyway. When it came to opening up to people, it was either two extremes–she’s too secluded and shy or she’s going overboard with trying to get comfortable with the other person. With him, she figured she’d go for the latter knowing how things were in the past.           Going over the last message from him before she could send the rest of her replies, she couldn’t help but cringe. Embarrassment hit her again because he was on another level when it came to skills when they were trainees. He seemed naturally talented while she had to cultivate her own dancing thoroughly. She was definitely no dance prodigy upon auditioning for JYP. She liked dancing but even she admitted candidly that she was pretty awful at the start. Hard work luckily paid off in the end, her current talents being the produce of then and now. (KKT) I ‘dunno if you know this (I hope you do) but I’m in a group called SONAMOO since late 2014, early 2015 (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ (KKT) And I’m 100% certain I got better than all those years ago ㅋ How about you? Is it possible for you to get any better?

( kkt: 의진. ) Actually, that does sound kind of familiar.

( kkt ) I think you’re right. Maybe we did walk past there after practices once.

The slight playfulness of the messages caused him to quietly chuckle out loud to himself. It seemed like she hadn’t changed too much, at least from what he remembered. Even if they hadn’t been anything but acquaintances, he was sure she’d still been slightly the same personality wise. Or, he was thinking of someone else, but Jaebum knew his memory was not entirely failing him yet. He wasn’t that old. Not yet.

He slowly sat up in his bed, finally almost completely awake from his almost nap -- hand running through his slightly messy hair as he glanced around his room, a little bit of confusion on his face from the after effects of almost having been asleep. It didn’t take him long to get himself out of that state so he could get up and out of bed, stretching his entire body out as he stood up and made his way into the kitchen. Phone in hand, just in case she happened to respond back, which she did rather quickly as he heard his phone go off once he stepped into the kitchen.

( kkt ) SONAMOO? I’ve heard of it. I haven’t heard any songs though. I’ll have to give some a listen. Any recommendations?

( kkt ) I don’t doubt that. I think that I still have a lot to improve on, but I get better every day with more practice. Practice is always the key.

COMPLETION POINTS : 36,234

OBJECTIVE: Create a list of things you want to do before autumn ends, they can be small or big. The list must only contain at least seven things and list them in order of most important to least important, make sure to include why they are on your to-do list and why they are in the position they are in.

@jaebims liked for a starter: accepting!

— (#금요일밤) —   Back in 2008, Euijin had auditioned for JYP along with a few other names in K-Pop. She had passed the auditions and stuck with the company until about 2011, ultimately moving to her current label where she debuted with her group. Despite the years that had already passed, Euijin still tried to keep in touch with old friends. Sentimentality wasn’t exactly something that hit her hard but something about her first ever music label still stuck with her.            She wasn’t that close to much people that were still in JYP since most her friends also switched labels. She was acquainted with some of GOT7 and their leader was one of them. Both being strong dancers, they would get on the same wavelength at given times back when they were trainees, but Euijin was too young then to get past the level of acquaintances with him. These days, though, she deduced that she found something that could possibly get rid of the ever-present awkwardness between them.

(KKT → 갓세븐 재범) Look look! I was scrolling through my gallery and found this (KKT) 20150403.jpg (KKT) I took it after I passed by JYP two years ago ╰(*´︶`*)╯

The sound of his phone going off disturbed him only slightly, as he hadn’t fully drifted off into sleep yet. Almost though..almost. He had been so close to getting that nap he had wanted to take the entire morning -- but, it could have been something that was important and that caused his arm to reach out towards the table near the couch, blindly moving his hand around until his fingers curled around the phone, His one eye opening once it was right in front of his face to scan over the messages.

It wasn’t as if he didn’t remember who the girl was, but the confusion on his face indicated that they definitely did not speak often, or even at all. The last time they had actually spoke was during training all those years ago. After that, it was small talk from there. He’d entertain the idea of her attempt at starting at conversation, he was never one to turn down someone attempting to get on friendly terms with him. The years of being in a group with people younger than him that he now considered friends had opened his mind up to the opportunities of becoming friends with people despite their age. 

He was still learning though, a work in progress, but his traditional ways weren’t as strong as they use to be -- still very much apparent, but he was a lot more friendly than he use to be. 

( kkt:  의진. ) What a surprise..I was actually confused by getting a message from you so suddenly.