▲ hands up — * ,
park jiyeon had always been obedient in one way or the other, whereas she openly defied the law and all those concerning it (especially the wellbeing of others), she’s quite demure when it comes to people within her circle.
minus jung jinyoung.
never jung jinyoung.
but of course, this isn’t about any beady eyed handler in any way of the sort – no, this mainly revolved around her older cousin. the only one who responded to her earlier text blast with something akin to excitement.
come over so i can braid your hair, she says.
and jiyeon comes; moves as fast as her feet—and the thick bundle of hair wrapped around her neck and hugged to her chest—would allow.
“unni--!” she calls out, padding into the camp grounds as if it was her second home (given the amount of acolytes that occupied it, it basically was) as she did a mental countdown to the particular tent that belonged to her cousin, taking note to make as much noise as possible (dinosaur-like steps, if anything) to attract her cousin’s attention.
“unni—are you even there?” jiyeon blinks, head tilting a bit before she decidedly sticks her foot inside the tent opening, swinging it from side to side absently to make sure.
how she thought that was going to work was beyond her—but still.
“unni!”
