Well, she believes for sure that good only comes in limits. Then again, Hana was never the type of person to be patient with others therefore, she fails in that as well. All she asked for was nothing more than to obtain lunch with someone so she has an excuse to head out to wander out of the city. Not that she felt trapped around the walls that she sees too often but it was always nice to meet up with friends, once in a while. Her foot taps continuously over the polished pavement, the restaurant was behind her and she can inhale the subtle aroma that comes from inside. 

This is becoming a regular routine. Hana drops in, checks on Alaska to see if there’s anything happening and it results into her building up her emotions all over again. Because she can’t exactly be mad at someone who often turns to issues that were common in past lifestyle. In regards of smoking to her bad behavior, Hana sees it. 

She can see herself through it all. 

❝Don’t hide it.❞ Before she stepped into the apartment complex, the female clicks her tongue against the roof of her mouth. Glancing around until her eyes reached over the familiar frame, constant fidgeting and her brows raised in question. She repeats those exact same three words, harshly and sternly. Considering it more as a fair warning before she takes action by clutching onto anything her hands can land on to throw it aside to look for the possession. ❝I know it’s here. You know why I can tell?❞ 

Sometimes, she thinks Alaska’s more thick headed than she was. Considering that it’s been months and their relationship lead to nowhere but a complete circle. Hana’s too observant, she can trace actions and habits that one makes. Leave it inside of her mind and use it against them whenever they try to push her buttons to throw her off the edge. Her index finger points directly at the other woman, pupils dilated and the heavy breathing is heard when the silence suffocated the both of them. 

actress-jinri 

❝Ah, you actually arrived!❞ A cheerful tone seeps out of his lips, her uncle who invited her into the home she used to show up when she was a child. He beams radiantly and she flashes a quick, closed lip smile. When stepping inside she absorbed the image of others staring her, a mixture of joy and astonished. Hana almost forgotten that she spent years isolating herself when growing up therefore, her family heard but never seen her in years until this day. Uncertain of the reason behind her appearance but at least she didn’t have to see her mother around. 

Everyone spoke, whispered between their palms and the woman glances around in confusion. In attempt to figure things out but she shrugs it off casually. Others still looked the same, features were matured but there’s nothing out of the ordinary. The brunette roams around the large space, greeting those who were sitting or standing. Feeling out of place, slightly discomforting but she doesn’t pay attention to it too much. 

                                                    ❝She’s an actress now.❞                                                    ❝Can you believe it? After all these years.❞ 

This moment was nerve-wracking. Informing Jimin things was a challenge based off of overwhelming emotions and his dramatic reactions about the tiniest of things. Hana could inform him that she’s merely spending time with a guy friend and he paints an image as if she’s married to him with three children ( which was not the case, never would be. ) Her fingers fiddled with the phone in hand, dialed up his number whilst listening to the repetitive beeping given in return for her patience. 

When it pauses, she assumes he answers. ❝Jimin, guess what? I’m goin’--❞ 

                               "The number you’re trying to reach is not available.” 

Her expression is blank, her head tilting to one side and her emotions were plumped down to her stomach at that point. Hana repeats the process, dialed and calling but it’s the same message informing her that the phone was disconnected. She laughs it off, assuming she dialed the wrong number. Her eyes checked the digits, they were all correct but she questions what happened in such a short amount of time. 

The brunette questions if it was her fault, if there was something she did wrong hence is why he’s acting this way. It doesn’t matter, she’s already calling a cab over towards the front of her apartment complex. Shaky hands grabbing the important necessities. Keys, wallet, phone. Wallet, phone, keys. Doesn’t matter at that point, she’s rushing out hurriedly with her sleeves practically falling off of her tiny shoulders. He should be home, that’s what Hana assumes first. Ignoring and isolating himself into the comforts of his room and she’s already informing the driver to drive to that location. 

evthrvl 

Hana hasn’t heard from the other woman in what seems to be like forever. She was genuinely concern about the other’s well being and what happened during the past week without notification of her disappearance. This happened once, it’s something she discussed with Daeun with sincere emotions without withdrawing her comments. 

When she attempts to make contact, messages were failed to sent and voicemails were completely pushed aside. Disconnected and this wasn’t an issue she can laugh off. Hana cares too much about the older woman to do such a thing. She wanted nothing more than to hear her voice, wanting confirmation. To know everything is okay and ask for forgiveness for not being the good friend that she should be for the older. 

❝Hello?❞ Calling out with a curious ring to her tone, after the past few rings it comes to a pause but there’s no response given yet. ❝Dae? Where are ya’?❞ 

– € for a bad memory that still haunts them requested by: svnburst                     + age period: seventeen. 

When your mother teaches you the tiniest things in the world, you learn. Figuring out how to complete a puzzle with more than one hundred pieces. Learned the meanings behind flowers that grow beneath the grains of dirt and hues of green. Taught you how to dress nicely, to learn how to be yourself without the world scaring you to death. 

She didn’t exactly teach you how to live without her. 

There’s a distance that started to appear when she matured, when years past and she’s becoming a year older. Wondered what happened to the connection she had with her mother back when she was a child. Tossed a couple of harsh words in the mixture of heated arguments when she couldn’t get her way, teenagers -- they’re all so complicated. Hana was someone who looked up to her mother, wondered how she survived after the passing of her husband ( her father ). There were times where she couldn’t stare at Hana, when her features were molding more maturely but the same smile remains. 

She overheard her mother tell her own sister that she smiles the way her father does. 

❝I suppose you don’t mind quickenin’ this up?❞ 

Waiting game at stores, how pleasant to experience. Not. 

For Hana she has a difficult time having patience for people, five minutes was enough and her patience grew weary by then. Items were in the basket she carried within slim fingers, foot tapping onto the ground. Eyes following the other’s movements with a bland expression esting along her features. She isn’t blaming this particular woman for her moody behavior but she sincerely couldn’t handle waiting any longer at this point. The brunette has things to do, places to go. Schedules were more important and weekdays were too bland. 

gatheredxsouls. 

It was a simple day, ordinary game of basketball between two teams and she wanted to tag along. Friend convincing her to join when she had nothing else to do and somewhere along those lines she heard the name that was chanting out through the crowds of people. Brows furrowing in mere confusion of who it could be as she starts to look around the players, seeing who reacted to it. Otani, that name. Hana knows that exact name. Recalling it easily when she heard it through the radio show she listens through during the time where she’s close to falling into a deep slumber for a few hours. 

❝I know him.❞ Well not personally as friends or acquaintances but the woman knows him from the particular radio show she enjoys. 

Her friend responded swiftly, her head incline towards Hana’s direction with a questioning look and she repeats the male’s name for reassurance causing her head to nod in response. Was it from the story that was told that time? Her head shakes as a truthful reply. She was only intrigued by the story due to hearing her name a few times, it wasn’t about her but it sparked curiosity of who it was. First love, anything that was considered important to someone always caught the young female’s attention easily.