#hgjoon

@hgjoon

danbi is, by no means, a familiar face at solace, but she does find herself hanging out here on occasion— mostly at the invitation of her friends. today was one of those days. a friend of a friend was celebrating her birthday here, and danbi was invited, so she definitely wasn’t going to miss out on the opportunity to mingle with people. although she’s slightly regretting that decision now, because she’s managed to lose her way in the club. she could still hear the vague thumping bass reverberating through the walls, but it definitely wasn’t helping her find her way back, and all the walls around her seem to be caving in on her. that tequila shot she downed is really working its magic. hell, she doesn’t even know how she got here. mentally cussing herself out for giving in to temptation and taking that shot even though she knew it would definitely get to her, she surveys her foreign surroundings in an attempt to find her way back to the dance floor.

in true danbi fashion, all she wanted to do was go to the toilet, but a couple of wrong turns later and she finds herself stumbling upon a hallway of doors, without so much as an inkling of where she actually is. she always wanted to be like one of those girls from the fairytales her mother used to read her, but now she’s feeling like alice in wonderland when she found herself in the long hall with all the doors, and danbi is really not liking it. for a moment, she considers that maybe one of these doors lead back to where she came from. although it seems unlikely, danbi decides to try anyway. just as she reaches out to open a door, she feels a tight grip on her forearm. when she turns around, she comes face-to-face with a man that is standing too close for comfort, partly because she could smell the foul aftermath of alcohol in the back of his throat. his gruff voice breaks the silence, “you work in the vip rooms, right? how much for a night?”

what does that even mean? this place has vip rooms? do these doors lead to the vip rooms? there are way too many questions running through her mind. even sober danbi wouldn’t be able to deal with so many unanswered questions, much less tipsy danbi. eyebrows furrowing in confusion, she scans the man from head to toe and reckons that he’s probably just another person at the club who had a drop too much to drink. with a polite smile plastered across her face — coming quite naturally after having practiced it all her life — she twists her arm to pull it out of his grasp. “you must be lost too, huh? this place is really confusing.” 

her actions are only met with the man tightening his clutch on her arm, and dread begins to swirl in danbi’s gut. this situation was starting to feel... not right.

“i literally,” daehan chokes back a tear.

@hgjoon​

this is going to be a long night. like shitballs long. like waiting for the winner to announce in an mnet show long. longer than it took people to realize sokodomo wasn’t actually completing his rap and it was all mnet editing. ( which was a shitty episode. a shitty fucking episode and a waste of a good performance. daehan would’ve given him an extra shot, re-done the entire stage!!!!!! not the stage as in the props and the lighting and everything but ) well pause since right now daehan can’t think straight, because currently there are a pair of rather large, rather dirty hands shaking literally shaking him from his internal monologue.

here’s the scene okay. here’s the shitpile he’s in.

his shift has just started. he’s just walked in and just slipped on the crispy ragged fucking apron ( over his new supreme shirt mind you. completely fake but unimportant ) and some asshat is stealing. stealing; when according to the Air Max daehan spot checked on his feet he could afford this entire store and probably daehan’s left testicle if he wanted. but the asshole’s grabbing a bag of chips, his dollar store goons with their amazon ordered yeezy knock-off’s are right behind him sneering each time he slips another chip to his mouth and really -

what’s the point.

“clock in said oops.” it was supposed to be a ‘please pay for that’ but that’s all daehan can say when he’s literally being pulled by his shirt halfway over the counter just for reminding the nice man of the price. this jerk, probably the only one out of the three with money in his pocket, looks like he’s got something to prove. daehan scans the environment, thinks he eyes maybe one other customer in sights. the watch on this asshole’s arm is probably enough to buy the store and yet here he is, breathing hot ass chester cheetos breath in his face and dragging him by his shirt.

his shiiiiiiiiiiirt. those same hands had been fishing in about three bags before he’d decided to approach the register. so now daehan’s new supreme shirt...

is covered in a mess of red and orange crumbs and residue. it’s staining and it’s going to take all night to wash. there are some words being spoken, maybe some threats, maybe some ‘do you know who i am’ ‘do you know who i work for’ but daehan’s mourning his shirt he’s busy. even with his head pressed low into the counter, he sees the chip crumbs and feels the tears.

neither am i, sweetheart. is anyone even surprised at this point to why her engagements never work out? the girl is a bitch and would murder if the laws allowed it. first, it was that kid taejoon from the moon family. i’m surprised things didn’t work out between them, considering all the rumours that surround his name and the moon’s family but it’s probably a good thing they’re not happily married or else the world might end. then, the current. jaesung, the man, the myth, the doormat to be walked on. i give them six months before she moves onto the next one.

oh? the infamous instagram influencer whose trying way too hard to fit in with the big leagues, is finally digging her claws into someone? into one of the moon kids, no less. couldn’t she have found someone better? maybe someone who doesn’t have rumours of being a part of a crime syndicate? i heard his last engagement with that pianist-has-been didn’t go so well, in fact, none of his relationships go well. it’s no wonder he chose to raise two hell hounds instead of finding a real companion. well, at least she finally has something going for her.

@hgjoon 

Yuna was frustrated.

By now, she knew that she should have known better. This always happened. Finding her father was never easy and any progress was so small, it hardly made a different. It was also one of the reasons that led Yuna outside of Hwang Geum, outside the safety of her community and in to the real world.

Some people knew who she was, but for the most part, she was no one. Something that she enjoyed when she left Hwang Geum now and again, but being no one led her to finding nothing. She was no closer to finding her dad than she had been when she began.

Of course, her mother didn’t know about this, and she didn’t bring anyone with her. This was a task she took on herself, with no help from anyone else. She told herself it was better this way.

Distracted by the recent events, she didn’t notice the figures hanging hear the walls of Hwang Geum until one stepped in front of her, stopping her in her path. 

“Well, well, well. Look who we have here!” the man slurred, his breath reeking of alcohol, showing he wasn’t exactly sober. “One of these little rich bitch out here with us poor folk. Are you here to show off your money? Give us your purse and lets see what ya brought us!” he said, reaching for her bag and pulling it.

“Let go!” Yuna yelled, holding tightly to the strap of her bag. “I don’t have anything!” A lie, but that didn’t matter. The purse alone was worth more than the man was currently wearing. “Let go or you’ll really regret it!” she warned, a futile effort giving the fact she really couldn’t do anything. Yuna was in quite a pickle now.