#*ribbon

          to her, the previous months have come with plenty of time for quiet observations. reserved, joohyun chooses to watch others in the company like woohyun from afar, filing away the smallest details about the way he interacts with other trainees until she’s formed a biased opinion of him for her own keeping. said opinion, of course, easily depicted through a sole adjective:           pure.            a male who isn’t a threat to her is a soft one, her favorite kind. and one who unwittingly earns joohyun’s subtle fondness that’s never expressed. after she ties off yet another silver ribbon for a child’s gift, she approaches woohyun’s side with a hefty armful of presents to distribute out, only to gasp under her breath when she spots too late the way said ribbon unravels under her fingertips. “ah...” her gaze lifts up in an instant and joohyun whispers to woohyun softly, “could you hold these? i’ll fix it.”