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Somehow, Jude had ended up at the dorm after the final end of the year event despite the plans he had set up for the long week ahead of him. His parents and sister had stayed abroad, and he hadn’t had this much free time on his hands since he arrived in Seoul years ago. He knew where his week would begin, but he could see himself at a lost by the end of his vacation. His dorm felt eerily quiet without his dormmates. As soon as he laid down on the bed, he made the decision to leave during the night instead of laying there tossing and turning until the Sun rose up into the sky. There was no curfew after all. His phone screen lights up when finishes zipping up his backpack, and he sits back down on the bed, unlocking the screen with his lengthy passcode. His face lit up upon seeing her name, corner of his lips tugging upwards into a bright smile. ＜to: 김나미 > happy new years, nami! i have a feeling that you would be a kind audience even if we did horribly but thank you for supporting us. it means a lot to me, and i know that you will be up there on stage one day too.  ＜to: 김나미 > do you live in seoul? or nearby. if you are ever free this week, i would love to hear your opinion on an art project i’ll be focusing on this week.  ＜to: 김나미 > we can always facetime.

as soon as she hit sent, she also sent her phone flying on the other side of her bed. a mixture of regrets, embarrassement and nervoussness well up inside her and she whines softly before picking her mistreated phone up a second later. she doesn’t expect an immediate answer, and so when it comes, the poor device falls again. heart tudding in her chest, she picks it up again and unlocks the screen. and smiles.

✉   dohwan sunbaenim: i promise this is a sincere review~ i’d scold you if you did badly, promise ^^ ✉   dohwan sunbaenim: i do live in seoul ✉   dohwan sunbaenim: meeting would be great, if it isn’t too much trouble for you. i too have been working on things, and exchanging pointers would be great! let me know when you’re free for it!

₊ ˟   nami is quiet, even more so when she’s concentrating but even just in general.  allie doesn’t feel the need to fill the spaces with her, though sometimes she does feel like she should check in on her just to make sure she’s doing all right and not sinking into deeper thoughts that she can’t get out of.  allie knows all too well what that’s like, even when things seem to be going right for once.

“ oh, that’s great!” allie coos her praise, her smile lifting her lips at the corners.  “ i think i got about that number done, too.” she takes a look at her little pile, and sighs heavily.  “ i don’t know if we need a specific number, but i think we should try to do as many as we both can to try and pass them out to everyone that we can.  i’d hate to leave someone out if they actually want one.” she pauses.  “ but if you’re tired, we can always take a break.  i know it’s hard to do the same thing over and over.” she sighs, stretching her arms up with a small groan at the muscles tightening and relaxing in her body.  “ i think it’s calming, too.  i’m glad you’re doing this with me.”

₊ ˟   her fingers are careful as she starts to braid and weave the threads into the form of a bracelet, concentration high so as not to miss a single step.  it’s been awhile since she’s made a wish bracelet, but when nami asked to work with her on making some fan gifts, it was the first thing that allie thought of.  wish bracelets are popular, and they hold a lot of meaning, too  -  so if they braid them while thinking of only good things, surely good things will come to pass for those who receive them  -  their fans.

“ how are yours coming along?” allie finally asks, peeking up from hers for a moment so that she can grab a small bead to add to the middle.  “ how many have you made so far?” her own pile is smaller than she’d like, but they do take time after all.  that, and they have at least a few more days before the sports competition.

nami isn’t a talking machine, but she’s neither the silent type. yet, as she’s concentrating on those bracelets, barely a sound escapes her mouth. as she braids threads together, she’s reminded of her childhood, of promises, of laughter, of simple times. her life isn’t complicated as it is, yet, there’s no denying that everything was much simple back then. 

Anyone can Cook? ||

He was glad that he was paired with someone who actually knew how to cook since he wasn’t much of a cook. his idea of cooking is adding alcohol to everything but of course that won’t fly in professional cooking.  once he had admitted that he doesn’t know how to cook, his partner doesn’t seem fazed at all by it and he takes relief in knowing that. “well, not really bad at cooking. it’s just that my idea of when things go south is to add alcohol to everything. Usually it works,” he stated, grinning. once she asked if he was a risk hazard with a knife, minseok shook his head. “i’m a bartender. i spend at least an hour maybe two every evening at work chopping lemons and limes for drinks,” he said, grinning. Realizing that their country was South Korea, he’s eager to see where the two of them could go.

As she suggested bibimbap with a twist and songpyeon for dessert, he pondered the suggestion. “We could do that and have our twist be a boozy type of of dipping sauce or glaze. we could also do a take on yukgaejang,” he pondered, adding in his suggestion. If they went with a soup and a desert, then they could do a wine beef base sort of like Beef Bourgneon and a creamy coconut rum glaze for their songpyeon which would be a great match up for their fillings inside. “but it’s just an idea. you’re in charge, nami-ah,” he grinned. she was the cook and he would do as much as he could help and assist her well and lean into his specialties, aka all things alcohol related.

she can't help but giggle when he mentions his tendencies to add alcohol everywhere. she cannot say she's much of a drinker, but the amazement she shows when he talks about his skills is real. "wow! a real bartender?" she asks, almost with stars in her eyes. "can you do neat tricks like spinning the bottle in the air and everything?". there's something very innocent, almost child-like, to the way she seems to now believe that he's the coolest human being on the planet. 

Anyone can Cook? ||

@lgcnami

  Minseok was not a cook at all, so why did he end up signing up for something like this at all? Ah, because he wanted to show himself as more than just an actor and an alcoholic bartender. So of course, he was here on MasterChef with a new human that he’s not officially met yet.  However once the rules were explained to them that they would have to come up with  a dish and serve 10 people, Minseok nodded to himself. He was used to the pressure of making lots at the same time so maybe he could transfer his bartending expertise to the kitchen.

      He then looked at his partner and decided to ask the one question that had been plaguing his brain. “So, do you know how to cook? Because I am not much of a chef. Actually, I should not be allowed in a kitchen at all,” he says, in a very matter of fact way as though this is totally normal.

nami LOVES to cook. or, bake actually. yes, she adores baking even if her skills don't seem to better no matter how many times she tries her hand at it. this ain't some kind of rpg after all; natural talent for the craft seems important. she could've continued babysitting, but her first experienced had traumatized her. food couldn't be as complex as babies right? at least, she knows what she's getting herself into! she might not be the best cook, she has watched all the cooking shows possible. 

              KIM NAMI as LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD

  “ You know, my dear, it isn't safe for a little girl to walk through these woods alone ”

however, one thing stops her from doing so; grammar and vocabulary. the most important part of their lessons is another story; admitedly, anime vocabulary is rather basic and not so extensive. as for the grammar... for the third time already today, nami is hitting her head on the desk as she realizes she used the wrong hiragana or kanji. only now that she has to use this alphabet that she realizes how optimistic korean alphabet is. maybe she's biased, but at least they only have one, not three. she's never been good at learning hanjas, and upon learning the origins of hiragana and katakana, she almost had a mental breakdown. 

Jiyeon battled with the concept of being on a stage performing again. She chewed her nails down to what felt like the quick in anticipation leading up to the concert. Other trainees and senior artists would be there with her, but their presence wouldn’t do much to help her get over her anxiety. It wasn’t as if she hated it. It just brought back relatively painful memories in little flashes that passed by as quickly as fans in the crowd taking pictures.

She drifted away from the edge of the stage to avoid staring into the crowd. She didn’t have stage fright, she was simply nervous about being recognized.

However, a younger trainee coming over to her with enthusiasm on her face made Jiyeon forget about her worries for a moment. She sent a smile back in her direction, eyebrows raised curiously. It seemed as if the girl wanted her to dance along with her. She played along, albeit with a moment of hesitation. The movements she made were awkward in comparison and she had to constantly glance at the rest to follow along with the dance properly. ( She was trying her best. )

After that part of the dance passed, Jiyeon gently grabbed onto the girl’s name and leaned in next to her ear so she could hear her speak over the booming music. “What’s your name?” 

Was this an unconventional time to ask?

danbi finally allows herself to sit down—albeit, on the ground—as the little boy pays no mind to neither her nor nami as he works earnestly away on that rice rusk. the brunette sighs in relief, but not before she giggles in response to nami. “you’re right. you don’t think his mom knew he doesn’t like water and tried to like, prank us or something?” 

she hums in thought, arms loosening their hold against the baby’s frame as she slightly slouches. “maybe he’s hungry? that could explain why he was crying so much. we could have lunch—i think i saw a cafe when we came in, actually,” she wonders aloud, eyes briefly glancing to the writers for approval. part of her wishes they’d conclude the filming already, but after the fiasco with the baby spa, she can only imagine how antsy they are to make up for any lost footage. 

“or maybe we can take a group nap. he has to be tired after all of that crying, i’m sure,” she offers with a chuckle.

the little boy’s crying is distracting enough that neither her nor nami recognize how they’re completely soaking wet, standing in the middle of this baby spa trying to sole one singular infant—and you’d think, in a place that literally caters to children, that it wouldn’t be as strange of sight as it actually is. the growing glares and stares from staff members to patrons alike has danbi cracking an apologetic smile, hurriedly shuffling their group to the farthest corner away possible.

danbi’s just about ready to give up when nami ultimately pulls out a rice rusk, and almost immediately, the baby boy’s cries begin to decrease in volume as his eyes widen in size at the snack. “oh my god, you’ve got to be kidding me…” danbi can only murmur under her breath as the baby reaches for the dried goodie. “i find it a bit ironic that all it takes is a bit of food to soothe a crying baby,” she sighs, heavily, leaning closer to nami so the baby can finally grab hold of the rice treat. “do you think it’s even worth it trying to get him back into the water at this point?

she can hear the sound of angels around her as the crying lowers in volume. the baby that was once screaming his lung out is now reaching for the snack with one of his tiny portly hands. nami would find this sight adorable is she hadn't been exhausted from franctic minutes that had just preceeded this. 

“oh, shoot, you’re right—” danbi notes with a gasp, eyes frantically searching for the closes wooden surface for her to knock her fist against. “but let’s just hope your optimism is positive foreshadowing, hm? i mean, how bad can it be?”

—apparently very, very bad. in fact, so bad that she can see the grimaces of the production crew’s faces as the entirety of the baby spa is filled with echoes of toddlers crying and wailing in the background. the first hour or so of the visit went fine: they were given instructions, and even had a cute little fashion show when they changed into their swimwear. but as soon as they got in the water—well, all hell broke loose.

their own baby boy for the day was, of course, the catalyst for this disastrous domino effect, and no matter how fast they scurried to pull him out of the water, the cries aren’t seeming to let up any time soon.

so in response, all danbi can do is laugh. loudly. and she tries to hide it, too, with a sobbing baby in her arms and all, but she can’t help it. “i hate to be the person who said ‘i told you so’ but… i told you so, nami.”

for an hour or so, nami felt like they could get through this shoot without a itch. the baby spa is, in fact, exactly what they would've expected. besides her shyness for having to be seen in swimsuit on tv, the experience was actually wholesome. the baby seemed to appreciate the massage that preceeded the water but then... he touched the water. nami saw his face contort and before she could do anything, he was wailing. loudly. and suddenly a ensemble of baby cries.