rkxminji:

She crouched over her laptop, her face just a few cm away from the screen, eyes squinted as if trying to make sense of this editing programme. It was useless. After hours spent sitting there, Minji still had no idea how to do this. She gave out a long, defeated sigh and slumped on the coffee table. This was hopeless. She should have gone for a video editing or filming course before diving into this. Without knowledge to do any of this, starting from scratch, Minji found herself lost. She shifted her head to the side and switched tabs to look at the tutorial one more time. It was foreign, like alien language to her, she needed help. There was absolutely no way she can do this alone. 

She had a friend whom she knew was a film student. He was the only one out of the not-so-many friends she had. They were not very close, which made Minji hesitant to seek his assistance as her thumb hovered over the ‘send’ button. But her finger accidentally grazed the screen while she did this, and the message she had intended to delete was now sent. 

[Text: Gyujin] Hi Gyujin! I know this is utterly random but I need a favour. I’ll give you anything you want in return. Except for certain stuff, like... my dog. Please?

Minji read the sent message again. Wincing at how desperate it sounded, she instantly regretted this and prayed he had changed his number or she somehow got the wrong person. 

Jiyong is getting really irritated by his hair lately, the need to change it growing steadily in his chest with each passing day. It’s just, he thinks it looks ugly when it’s wet, which is why right now he’s growling at his reflection in the bathroom mirror after having just gotten out of the shower. He supposes it’s time to go see his mother again, she’s always up for re-coloring his hair.

He sighs and readjusts his towel around his waist, still having not gotten accustomed to living with a girl- the last person he’d stayed with was a guy. He keeps forgetting to bring his clothes into the bathroom with him. When he steps out in the hallway though, Minji doesn’t seem to be at home, so he figures it’s safe enough to rush to the kitchen real quick to grab a quick snack before heading towards his room.

Which is when Minji steps out of her bedroom and they almost collide right into each other.

Minji left her room with the intention of getting a glass of water and some snacks from the kitchen. It was time to take a study break anyway so she thought of spending the time to restore her energy before going for another round of revision. As soon as she stepped out of the bedroom, Minji bumped into her roommate causing her to yelp in surprise. Their sudden encounter stunned her but what really shocked her was the fact that he had nothing on except for the towel around his waist. Thankfully, it was tied secure enough and remain wrapped around him even though they almost collided into each other.

rkxminji​:

Halloween was the perfect time to have horror movie marathons. But after the countless horror movies she watched during the week, Minji was dying for a change. Or at least a little break from all the screaming and jumping in her seat. So when Hyelin suggested a sleep over along with a Harry Potter series marathon, Minji accepted it without much hesitation.·

They were in the middle of the last installment when a burning question popped up in Minji’s mind. There were numerous scenes that starred Voldemort and she could sense how much Hyelin adored the nose-less creature. She was not too sure why. To Minji, Voldemort was ugly inside and out. Nothing about him was worthy enough to be admired. Well, except for his horcruxes. Leaning closer to the other, she poked Hyelin’s nose gently and she giggled when the action earned her a whine. Minji was obviously disturbing her during one of the important scenes featuring Hyelin’s ultimate idol. “Hyelinnie, why do you like Voldemort so much?”

“What’re these for?” She asked, stunned by the blooms presented to her.

‘It’s impolite to stare,’ she was always told as a child before her head was turned away to what she was supposed to be paying attention to. But, some people made it ludicrously hard to not stare. Like the breathing swirl of cotton candy sitting beside her on the bus. In a positively futile attempt to seem as if she wasn’t staring, the awkward brunette glanced out the corner of her eye, trying to turn her head as little as possible to avoid suspicion. And, of course, it only served to make her even more obvious by the strained veins of her neck and eyeballs. It wasn’t as if she could help it, though. He was just so strange! But, then again, who was she to talk? Having unwittingly forgotten her ear cuffs, she appeared just as strange as he did.  ‘So, is that natural?’ 

The soft voice tears his gaze away from the wilted, dog-eared book he’s been reading for the better part of the last hour– and maybe a shy smile tugs at his lips, folding the page he’s on carefully before he closes the novel, placing it down beside the cup he had received from the barista that’s working behind the counter. “I’m not sure if lonely is the right word,” Except it is, and he is, he’s very, very lonely and it’s kind of embarrassing, but the doe-eyed boy isn’t about to dump his problems on this pretty stranger. “But I’m always willing to accept company, heh. Sit?”