jihoon appreciates his love for girl groups and their music, but he’s still a little peeved about him singing loud as hell in his hotel room and disturbing the entire floor.

he watched dae’s vlogs every time he uploads them. 

besides insoo, dae’s jihoon’s bias in alien. he’s his bias wrecker, if you want to put it like that. 

year: around 2012 location: seoul with: (@fmdxdaeyeol​)

the day unfolded just as planned. morning hours in the park, singing with her partner, same ukelele strumming to complement her cool yet silky voice. the money they shared was mostly spent on her lunch. the rest, to get home. it was a routine and arin never had so much fun ever since she had left busan. however, the night was just starting.

the convenience store’s owner, uncle lee, treated arin like his niece, or perhaps even his own child. he was like a father, greeting arin with a soft smile, yet firm about the prices of his items. arin negotiated a couple times. one time with a banana milk for a couple won less. he only shook his head despite arin’s persistent pout and weakening puppy eyes. arin had a spot in the store. the stool beside the glass wall was ready clean for her. there were candy wrappers here and there on the table, but never around arin’s spot. it had a barrier of some sort, uncle lee’s subtle way of saying ‘you’re safe here’. arin wondered if her father would have been just as strict.

arin pulled her phone out, sent a message, and started to scoop some melon ice cream into her mouth. time to wait.