#lettres.

eunaessi

She rarely ever found herself listening to the radio. So she would kindly blame this on the fact that she had to reset her device while she was saving some recordings onto her laptop and forgot to put back the songs she needed for a good run.

Now there she was running to the sound of the radio's music, pausing at times so the hosts could throw in some commentaries. What bothered her the most was the commercials, some of them were just downright awful. It made her pause at one point, tugging her phone from against the belt around her waist and frowning at it.

If she didn't adore the thing she probably would have smashed it by now. She ran to not think, not to be thrown into a massive noise attack. Her fingers switched, trying to find one station that wouldn't be filled with commercials. Her ears perked up as she stopped on one particular one, she listened on it without even meaning to, hearing someone talk about their life. 

"I have a sister that ran away, a brother that doesn't talk to the family anymore, he literally is never home. Always making excuses and one that got banned. Not that it's bad, I prolly have it easy compared to others since," There's a sneer.

"We have money, I guess. But I just wished it'd go back to how it was. I don't even know where it went wrong. Just one day she left for seven years, when she came back she wasn't the same. She still played and joked around but she felt like she wasn't ours anymore. I guess that's why it didn't surprise me that she left again. But what about our parents, y'know. Especially mom. I'm never sure if I envy the way she doesn't seem to care or hate her for it."

Not that she cared, and she really wouldn't have paid attention if it wasn't for how the voice sounded so familiar. She could have sworn it was Haerim's voice, even thought she hadn't heard of him in a week. But it was him, she could bet her life on it now. Now that he was mentioning something about his mother not handling the fact that their family isn't the same without her daughter and he'd never said that to her. 

She felt a surge of anger, disappointment too. In herself or in him? She wasn't sure. But the anger was for him, for keeping everything he was spilling over to a stranger over the radio as if he was the only one concerned. What rights did he have to go and talk about her as well, spread their mother's feelings for the world to pick on? 

Before she knew what she was doing, she was already memorising the number to call once his call was done to get in touch with the radio in question.

sakagchi

It was the season for it. Summer tended to be the time when most of her series would release the next volume and here she was, picking them up one by one without even noticing that the pile was getting harder and harder to handle. Why did bookstores not have little baskets like in supermarkets? It would benefit them. Imagine she fell with all of these mangas and damaged them, the horror. 

It wasn't easy to find, but she just basically hated damaging things she loved period. It was also rare to find a bookstore in a new area that had the latest mangas available soon as it was out. Moving a lot wasn't a good idea knowing her sense of orientation was that of a three years old, but she really didn't have a choice here. 

Talking about moving, she had to at least pause three times so that everything wouldn't topple over. Actually, she didn't even stop to see if they had baskets to hold things, some did, it was a bookstore after all not a library. But it was too late to think of that and heaving a sigh she was going to go back and possibly grab two per two until she had all fourteen on the counter.

But she stopped short noticing someone holding a cart full of books. Probably an employee--hopefully an employee, but it really didn't matter she needed help right now so she threw her leg up, arms too busy to be helpful in making the other notice her,

koehri

It was a rare thing for her to wander around the studios. The part where idols or trainees, words she still found a bit too strange to actually pronounce and even be acquainted with now, found themselves to practice. But well, she would get used to it, at one point. Just how weird was it that she actually ended up in this field might never leave her mind at all. She took the wrong door since she hadn't been looking where she was going while coming down the stairs and she noticed only when she turned to an open door, peeking without meaning to.

But an open door was something she would never feel guilty for actually taking a look in. If the person wanted privacy they wouldn't forget to lock it, just like Hyeri did. She always locked all the doors if she didn't want anyone in, easy as one you put the key in and two you shut the door with a sign that reads enter and you might die--maybe not that literally. 

But she did feel a bit like she was intruding when she caught sight of a girl missing a step--a dancing one, most likely, she wasn't sure. All she saw was the missed step, her leg giving in and then the slump of her shoulders before she fell on the ground as a sigh echoed in the room. She didn't know much about dancing, but she did know a few things about balance and when Hyeri knew something it was hard for her to not voice it.

jiroha

This heat, seriously, could it not stop already. She wasn't even sure she was breathing, everything was moist and made her skin stick against her touch. Staying home was an undeniable no since she had work and now that she was done, Christ she wished she could just resign and quit until winter came back. What she was craving most right now was something cold and refreshing. No, not a drink, water possibly, but something much sweeter also known as ice cream. 

So making her way to the nearest shop was the goal. Going down the stairs as quickly as possible and finally looking up to see where she was stepping when she pushed the door open she spotted a familiar back. Perking up with a soft surprise sound leaving her, she quickly ran up till she was close enough to reach a hand, fist it and lightly hit the back of the boy.