#jyviolet

Easily, brunch was one of the greatest times of the day. falling right in between breakfast and lunch, brunchs were the perfect meal for those who were just a little too late for breakfast and are just a little too hungry for lunch.

and hungry eric nam was – patient as well, but patience won’t fill an empty stomach. he waited outside of matsu, a relatively quiet italian restaurant in sokchu on a balmy thursday early afternoon, for an acquaintance. 

no, a friend. 

no, a best friend. this title being reserved for very few – however, park sojin was one of the few, one of the elite, abet literally to a degree (actress model and contest queen. and a sweetheart. what a find). 

of course, though, it started off with very casually. they were both paired together for a photoshoot weeks after eric had become a gym leader. soon after, they were two peas in a pod and were adored by the public as well, nicknamed ‘south korea’s power couple’ by netizens. 

however, as much of a ‘power couple’ as they were, what they loved to do most is enjoy one another’s company, whether it slumber parties (wine obviously included) or dates. this brunch being one of them. 

and there eric nam was, waiting, five minutes early. his fingers tapping away at his phone sending her a reminder text. 

@jyviolet

the sound of the crowd roaring in approval followed wonshik backstage as his first hyper rank contest came to a close. despite the fact there was another coordinator walking off with the first place prize, his typhlosion chuffed happily as it plodded alongside him. he's fairly proud himself--second place isn't half bad.

"next time, buddy, we'll get it."

the fire type snorted as if to say, of course.

his cleffa still slept soundly tucked inside his shirt. the little fairy had made himself comfortable inside wonshik's jacket before he had left his apartment and fell asleep nestled against his heart. the fairy was light even for his species, so wonshik didn't bother to wake him. his weight and his light, fluttering heartbeat were grounding during the contest--wonshik pats him through the jacket absentmindedly, musing that the baby ended up being quite the good luck charm.

he wasn't really thinking when he wandered deeper inside the contest hall and saw her.

violet.

his legs froze in place. he couldn't and doesn't think of why she would be here, one of the greatest coordinators he's ever known of. this was his chance--to finally see if she's really as wonderful as all the videos he's seen and interviews he's read.

a hard, furry head pushed him forward, making him nearly tumble toward his idol. a rumbling chuckle resonated from the volcano pokemon as his coordinator straightened up. his feet took the final steps toward her without him thinking until he stood right in front of her and her gaze fell upon him. oh god, what is he even going to say?

"violet, i lo--" his voice cracked. shit. "i'm--i admire your work a lot. a big fan."

ft. @jyviolet.

the pd insisted wheein was on her third energy drink, but frankly, she thought that was a load of (red) bull. she’d just been drinking from the same can for the last hour.  people did that, especially when they needed to be wide awake and alert when the likes of park sojin--or violet--were going to be on their show. part of her still couldn’t believe it; etna was a late night radio program with a fairly dedicated following, but violet was the kind of star that should have been on public broadcast, not their musty studio.

wheein snuck a glance at the woman out of the corner of her eye. it was a cliche, but she was definitely more gorgeous in person, even at midnight. scratch that, eight minutes to midnight. maybe wheein needed another energy drink, she mused while crumpling up the empty can and tossing it into the trash. or, you know, not. “sorry about the weird time slot,” she said, turning to violet with a sheepish look. “do you want a coffee or something? we have a decent vending machine on this floor.” if she was tired, her guest probably was too. she lied, though. their vending machine was actually crap. 

Hazel orbs absorbed the entirety of the charity event as she leaned over the railing, her eyes never staring at a specific countenance for too long before moving to another. She loved it all — the noise, the lights, the buzz; all of it. Perhaps it was a sign that she was beginning to miss her old life under which her life was dictated by distinctly different circumstances — more specifically, the quiet of her room in which her own companions were opened and closed volumes of text. Mina didn’t think about it for too long though; she had long since let bygones become bygones, accepting her life for what it was and her purpose for as the driving factor. 

Cue the announcement; and the spotlight is shifted from the main performance to an oncoming guest. Park Sojin; twenty-eight years old and drop-dead gorgeous, she is the epitome of what the young Mina had looked forward to — or rather, aspired to be. So when a quiet squeal escapes from the ambassador’s parted lips, she feels that her awe is somewhat justified.

 It doesn’t take long for other people to notice the newcomer as well, a sea of bodies flocking towards the coordinator before solidifying into an iron wall. Like all the other fans, Mina finds herself pushing forward so that she could savour a small glimpse at her childhood idol —  perhaps pushing a little harder than she had expected when she finds herself tripping in Sojin’s direction. “Shi—” She manages an unfinished profanity before she looks up to find all eyes on her. Yes —  she had just become the fool that had taken things way too far and had ended up at the other’s feet. Hazel orbs rise slowly again, her visage maintaining a steady gaze and solemn look as she extends paper and pen.

“Eonnie—” A sheepish smile breaks across her face before she continues. 

Growing up, Jaebum could remember his grandfather telling him exactly what it was like to be a gym leader. He talked about the challengers, the intense battles, and the amazing moves that young trainers would display on a daily basis. He made life as a gym leader seem like a really life fulfilling thing and Jaebum knew that while he wanted to be a trainer like his mom, he could really see himself as a gym leader.

Needless to say that when the opportunity presented itself, Jaebum jumped on it as fast as possible. Filling his grandfathers shoes was a difficult but proud thing and Jaebum worked hard to make sure that he was making his family proud. But honestly if he had known about all of the other obligations that came with the position he might have given it more thought before happily accepting. Charity events, galas, lectures, press events… It was enough to make him scream but instead he accepted most events with a rather blank face as he counted down the minutes. And so the press received an image of JB as a rather cold person who rarely spoke and changed expressions. It was a far cry from the real Im Jaebum but honestly he was content to hide behind the image at every chance he got.

The more events Jaebum attended though, the easier it became to slip out when all eyes were on someone else. He was notorious for putting in his fifteen minutes and then slipping out one of the staff doors, snapback pulled low over his eyes and his Gengar following close behind.