#jnsomin

SOMIN~! (/Hyuna threw all of her shopping bags she was holding at one of her body guards and runs to hug tackle the younger woman.) It’s been so long!!! How are you?

“do you not like it ?” her lips, shaded in a rosy pink today, quickly form a pout in hearing the other’s words. it had taken her almost an hour to find something she actually liked and could justify buying, but the elder’s plain revulsion to the pair of pants was enough for her to put it back down, though her hand remains, stroking the stretchy material in evident disappointment.

okay, so they were quite the statement piece and she already had more than enough statement pieces in her wardrobe ( the term wardrobe being used loosely of course — strewn across her bedroom is far more accurate ), but there was nothing else she liked in the entire store. the colours, the cut; it all was a bit quirky, but she liked the quirkiness it brought.

evidently, her companion did not.

albeit, somin knows that taeyeon had merely seen the garment and assumed it was another one which would be the butt of a joke, they’d been doing it for quite some time now, picking up a particularly unstylish shirt and teasing one another on how good it would look on them. how was she to know that it would backfire so ? instead of admitting that actually, yes, this was something she would buy, somin did what she did best; she held her tongue. bit her cheek. silenced herself and brushed it off with a sheepish little laughter.

it wouldn’t be worth it anyway, she didn’t want the elder idol to think she was offended ( and she wasn’t ! it was just a shame that those trousers were less of a hit and more of a miss ) nor to confront anyone with something that really didn’t matter. so instead, she rifles through the next rack, picking out a particularly ill fitting and odd coloured dress.

“now unnie, this is so you, i can practically see you in it already !”

Given her career and over all lifestyle, one would think it safe to assume that Taeyeon would show crucial interest regarding fashion matters; yet, this is not the case. Sure, from time to time, the idol finds herself interested in make-up techniques and supplies, facial treatments and skin care routines, but when it comes to actual clothing, she bounces from comfortable to odd. And when it comes to concerts, photo shoots, variety shows and other events, she cannot be thankful enough for her infamous stylist. 

Being volatile as she is, the woman is known for never settling for a single pattern. Of course, the stylist picks the options, but she is the one to validate the outfit in the end. And she never chooses the same vogue twice in a row. Just like she tends to surprise with her music. 

At first, the obvious urge is to resent the garment, but after she does, the initial reaction of her friend causes her to regret her own sincerity. And she discreetly pins down her bottom lip with her upper teeth to hide her guilt and to buy herself some time to find the right words to turn the situation around. But it is too late. Somin, as humble and kind as she always is, already left the petty statement behind and found the right way to address the topic. 

“I find those rather... skanky. And none of us is like that.” she shrugs, her voice barely above a whisper. She feels reluctant to open her mouth and even as she tries to fix her mistake, Taeyeon’s demeanor appears cold. In an instant, she slaps a palm over her mouth, her eyes widening unnecessarily. 

Again, the younger comes to the rescue, detecting the right way to change the subject. 

The older’s gaze falls of the newly picked garment, her eyes reaching out hesitantly to grab at the lower edges. The soft, flimsy fabric of the dress feels weightless in her hold. The pastel colors adorning it appeal to her eyes. 

A sheepish grin claims the woman’s face, her previous concerns vanishing.

I don’t think J.seph hyung approves of my word choices. But let’s say he did, and someone asks what the point of your dance is, the backwards gorilla and the wait for it - fly swatter.

A habit, unshakeable, is her excessive laughter ; far too easily amused, quick to burst into a fit of giggles. Once again a situation is misconstrued by her own lack of common sense — still, isn’t this just another endearing feature people are slowly becoming aware of, and even enjoying? Perhaps not, yet she allows herself the pleasure of believing so.

Sheepish smiles and a voice that falters is evidence of her embarrassment — it is as short-lived as the soft snickers which had slipped from her lips — and so Somin is left to apologise once more, for the words which escape before processed by her ever-so-busy brain. “Oh no no, i’m sorry– I just laugh very easily, i’m so sorry!” Waving her hands in a dismissive manner, she dips her head in a small bow — apologetic in nature, just as her tone of voice.

Injecting a touch of humour, head tilting and another eruption of little laughter chiming through the thinning tension. “Ah, why would I ever laugh at you sunbaenim? Isn’t it obvious the only laughing i’d do is laughing withyou!”

Confused as to why the ecstatic laugh coming from the female, he had only conclude that he was the reason as to why such loud giggles were being thrown out into the atmosphere. Frowning both eyebrows while crossing his arms to add up to the angry look, Jongdae kept his eyes upon the younger female that just couldn’t stop laughing.

In all honesty, he shouldn’t be one to criticize just how easily she would laugh due to his own true nature. Known to be, not the funniest member, but one of the happiest, Jongdae was always recognized by his contagious loud laugh that would sound out at the mention of anything slightly funny. Seeing how the female was quick to bow regardless of her own reasons, Jongdae was quick to dismiss it by shaking both hands along with his head only to elude her to further stop apologizing to him.

“If you really want to laugh with me, tell me what’s so funny about what you heard before I got here!” Nodding his head firmly, a smile formed within his lips as he was truly relieved they had cleared the air of confusion and undying laughter. “I should be the one apologizing regardless… I assumed something that was really wrong.” It seemed that the tables had truly turned whereas he was the one curving his back at this point, only to bow at the younger female in an apologetic manner.

it’s difficult to remain stoic when receiving such a reaction.  biting on her tongue , she holds back laughter — it’s not because this particular scene was humorous ( though , in a way it was ) , but rather because she’d expected him to deny her jesting suggestions. ‘ you’re jealous ‘, she’d teased, elongating each syllable with childish glee, awaiting for the flurry of denial which should have soon after followed.

this is the perfect example of why not to assume something. how could she have anticipated such an exaggerated admittance? it becomes too much and soon enough mirth falls from parted lips , palm pressed against them to muffle the noise. “ oh my gosh , i didn’t think you’d admit to it like that — i was only kidding! ” amidst the snickers, she manages to elicit that much , though every other word is punctuated with laughter.

she’ll have to calm down , sooner rather than later. after all , it isn’t really that funny. somin’s just a sucker for well times and unforeseen reactions.

Needless to say, Wonwoo had the tendency to turn into the unforeseen master of exaggerated reactions. This being one such moment and having to maintain his expression as a mix of both shock and indignance was a feat in itself. ❝ I really cannot believe this Somin-ah. And here I thought, one Jeon would have the back of another. ❞ His head shakes, turning from one side to another, tongue clicking as he folds his arms across his chest while pretending to squint at her rather severely. 

❝ But hang on. So you-- didn’t really meet with GD sunbae-nim, then? ❞ His shoulders fall lax and stoop slightly before closing his eyes, the stoic demeanor falling apart immediately as he breaks out into laughter too with her. ❝ Now, I really cannot believe this. Jeon Somin trying to gauge my reaction to a pact we had together. Is this the end of a glorious Jeon pact that could have resulted in so much good to this world? I wonder, I wonder indeed. ❞ He muses lightly, pulling off his glasses so he could wipe the front of the lenses against his own shirt. 

there’s always a first for everything.

jeon somin , notorious for losing every game she plays. even in rock, paper, scissors, it was always somin who would lose. even in team games , with the best team players , somin would manage to lead the group to a loss. god , if eye spy became even the slightest bit competitive , trust her to come in last place. there’s no other way to put it, she is terrible with games.

and yet , her she is , somehow beating mina in an impromptu match of some basketball game she’d recently downloaded ( bm had shown them it and somin had began obsessively attempting to be better at it than anyone in the group, even jseph ). upon the illuminated screen , somin watches with unhindered glee as the other , once again , fails to score a single point.

balled fist raised , she cheers in childish and cheerful tones. this was not expected , not to say at the least. but it was mina’s first time and somin hadpreviously been practising like crazy ; she wouldn’t admit to these factors , for the sheer sweetness of victory overruled all feelings. even if she does backhandedly admit to this being the first time. “ i’ll never forget this day! finally, jeon somin is not the loser! i’d like to thank my parents for giving birth to me and i’d like to thank my quick reflexes for helping me score 4 points!”

there’s always a first for everything , she hopes this won’t be the last though.

—- mina wasn’t a winning head. she wasn’t the type of person to give all when it came to games and whatnot. she was, however, known for being someone very determined and hardworking on all spots. perhaps she was a little bit of a sore loser even though it was a side of herself she never would show to the other female, it was a part of mina’s pride. 

video games was mina’s forte, she loved them to no end and whenever she had the time to play some during her free time she would make sure to do so. but this time around, she seemed to have found the person who was better than her on these kind of games. even though somin had severals of times been explaining to mina how she wasn’t good at these things, at all, and you best believe mina that she would be suspicious of the female whenever she was to mention that she wasn’t a good gamer. 

eyes narrowed towards the elder, squinting into two thin lines as she released a soft hum. shoulders raised into a small shrug at the same time as her fingers threaded through her hair and a soft sigh released, as well as a small sigh followed.  ❝ i’m actually starting to believe that you planned this all along! you have been practicing this game, haven’t you? ❞ her tone was whiny and her cheeks puffed, yet mina wasn’t even feeling upset over the loss she had done, she just loved to play upon it, however the seriously upset expression was something she was unable to keep a straight and serious face for too long. bursting out into a short laughter after, mina clapped her hands together, a little bit shy over the way she had acted.