#dhwjunhee

It wasn’t every day that Kyungah was approached for an important task. Between her upbringing with the humble Kim family and less than outstanding scholastic achievements, she wasn’t sure why people were so willing to ask her for help. Besides, of course, always doing her best with their requests. If the young lady were to think extra hard, she would suppose the long list of efforts since her middle school days might give more credence to her abilities than she did. Whatever the rationale, the Song’s approached her and she answered, gladly.

Keeping an eye on Junhee proved easy enough, probably another reason for her selection. Considering their same age and proximity at the Academy, she didn’t really consider it weird to follow him around. Then again, she didn’t really consider much! And there was something weirdly... right about trailing after the wealthy man.

Carrying out her duty, the young woman thought she caught a glance from the blond and froze, wide-eyed where she stood. Fingertips sought out a lacy daisy clip pinning back wavy chestnut hair and pressed against it as a teeny, awkward smile broke over her lips. The earnest ranger sidestepped behind a nearby corner and leaned against the rough stone, not quite sure why she was hiding. There had been some talk of discretion, but why would their son care if parents had asked someone to look out for him with love and worry in their hearts?

Speaking of which, fist pressed against her chest, realizing her heartbeat had accelerated. Huh. Cautious and slow, she dared a peek around the corner, hoping he hadn’t taken too much notice.

enter @dhwjunhee​​ to the rescue:

the lakeside looks picture perfect today. it always does, by virtue of whatever pleasant destiny it must be tied up in, but the softly blowing breeze seems to bring a promise of only good things with it. with the sky above so clear, and the sun casting a warmth on her cheeks almost defiant of the season, danbi’s willing to believe for an afternoon.

she basks in that warmth from the edge of the water, sitting cross-legged and hunched over the open bag in her lap. tilting her head back, danbi shuts her eyes tight, honing in on the details that make up the relaxing atmosphere. drifts into a daydream of the kind of sunbathing she’d be free to do if she were… well, free: out on open ocean, laid out on the deck of a ship. rocked halfway to dreamland by rolling waves. admiring a stolen bauble by holding it against the bright light in her eyes, turning it this way and that to see how it sparkles.

well, there’s one thing she can do. danbi thrusts one hand into her bag, digging around until she feels cool metal against her fingertips. the sight of gold and glittering jewels stop her from stretching her arm up, though, free hand immediately twitching to the picks buried deeper among her things. perhaps she could pry a gem or two from the face before giving the thing over to the peaceful waters before her.

the idea is rejected almost as soon as it forms, distant sounds of a strolling family drifting close enough to stay her hand. danbi scans the area around her, tunes out a child’s laugh that would otherwise make her flinch in favor of focusing on the sound of the watch she lifts to her ear. but that dimly noted detail chips enough of her patience away that the timepiece is thrown into the lake within the minute; danbi watches the ripples fade into still waters, brows furrowing even as she shakes off a grimace.