#hanark

{‘It’s hard it really is, handing out flyers to strangers on the street. Hana can no longer count the number of times she’d been ignored on one hand alone, and the number of times people have rudely walked past her, well she’d lost count of that too. She really didn’t know how people did it for a living, she’d hardly been out for a few hours and already she hated it. But she wasn’t going to give up just yet. With a smile on her face, she slowly approaches a young girl, rather bold with her hair and all, but she looks kind enough.} Hiya— {‘Hana starts, offering out a TRC flyer.} mind taking one of these? It’s got a bunch of important dates and {‘she pauses, pointing out a phone number.} this number if you wanna try your luck at Triple Crown Entertainment!

hana and yongguk's fanbases were constantly battling for quite a long time now. the two were spotted together in public which caused rumors about them dating. yongguk's fans had overreacted- throwing insults at hana with absolutely no mercy. they were jealous even though the rumors had not been true. of course, like any other fandom would when seeing their bias getting hurt, hana's sprung to defense. however, they did have some of their retorts directed towards yongguk. the arguments seemed to never stop. after a while of witnessing all of this going on, yongguk couldn't take it anymore. he hated the fact that his fans could have potentially be hurting hana- even though he didn't know her too well. they had been avoiding each other for a while to make sure no more rumors or articles could pop up.and so, he called her up one day to apologize for his fans' behavior. luckily, she wasn't too mad at him. the two had cleared up the whole situation on the phone. but there was only one thing to do left. make their fans understand that the rumors weren't true and make sure they knew that there was no point in arguing. a tweet was posted by yongguk later that day.

       {‘Midday, and the Sun hangs low in the sky. The heat blistering, almost unbearable to most, hence the reason as to why almost every time she blinks her eyes fall upon another shirtless man, or bottomless (well, with what they were wearing they might as well have been,) woman, though in all honesty, she’s got no problem with it for the most part, until she see’s something no one should ever see out on the streets of daytime Seoul.} Oh my god… look— {‘she’s not sure who she’s just nudged in the rib cage, she doesn’t really care, she just needs someone else to see.} look right there—