#m.ijoo

The key fits into the lock just as she knew it would. Weariness starts to set in now, and she feels her limbs getting heavy  before she even pushes the door open. It’s not her apartment, but it’s the same feeling of home when she walks into the place, tugging her short heels off of stocking-ed feet, letting the door shut behind her.

“You home?” Her overnight luggage is left near her discarded shoes, and Mijoo walks further in, head poking through the rooms to try and find the other woman. “Don’t be scared, it’s just me.” Bangs falling over her eyes, she’s happy when she finds Lily, looking comfortable and a little surprised. “Our flight landed a little early, and the whole crew hauled ass to get everyone out as fast as possible.”

Hands working at the tied knot near the base of her throat, she starts to undo the little accessories of her stewardess uniform. The tie comes undone, but stay draped around her shoulders, and Mijoo points at Lily’s lap. “Can I sit here?” One side of her lip quirks upwards.

YELLOW : #ffff00

commonly associated with optimism, gentleness, and spontaneity, the color also inspires original thought and inquisitiveness. however it may also produce feelings of anxiety as it is extremely vibrant and fast moving.

Not like, I can still smell it on me even after a shower or anything but just that I can’t stop remembering how it smelled, soaked into our clothes.

How’s your head? I had a headache for days after.

I’m getting along well with my roommate. She’s nice. You’re not interested in that kind of stuff, I know. But I don’t know what to write to you about. Jisoo says I shouldn’t be writing you at all but she also doesn’t really understand so I’ve decided to ignore her advice.

I still have your sweater. The dark blue one with the hole in the sleeve that I used to sneak my index finger into so I could poke your wrist. Do you want it back? I can mail it to you.

I don’t think you should come pick it up.

She debates not sending it to him. But his letter still come, and she’s not the type to cut people out so suddenly. Maybe she’s too sentimental; maybe she spent so many years of her life with him that if she tried to forget them all, she’d forget a third of her life.

She reads his letters, but this is the first time she’s writing him back. It hasn’t been long, not at all, but her fingers quiver as she holds off on writing that last line.

( I miss you ? )

AND THIS, SHE SUPPOSES, IS WHAT FAMILY SHOULD FEEL LIKE. This gathering of warmth and care, of laughs and fond smiles. She’s technically an outsider, but yet she feels so welcomed, falling into the atmosphere quite easily, growing more and more comfortable with each passing minute. All of Haejin’s family has been so welcoming and her heart grows a span every time one of them smiles at her and Haejin. Which, speaking of -- she stays close to him, and he keeps her close to him, and Mijoo is thankful for that. He is the one who she knows best, after all.

SHE STANDS AT THE FRONT OF THE FIRST CLASS CABIN, holding the little overhead mic close to her mouth as her other hand hangs on to the grip on the side. “Ladies and gentlemen, we will be experiencing some turbulence for the next few minutes, so the crew asks you to please fasten your seatbelts and please stay seated unless absolutely necessary. Please and thank you!” Mijoo hooks the mic back into its stand before going down the aisle, checking seats and offering help when needed, holding onto the backs of the seats as the plane starts to hit said turbulence.

After three years her balance is now superb, and she doesn’t even bat a lash at it. But she knows that some aren’t quite so used to flying, which is why she stops, concerned, when she gets to a young man towards the back of the cabin looking a little distressed. “Are you alright, sir?” Mijoo offers a pleasant smile, one that’s practiced but reassuring, as she tilts her head at hiim. “I assure you that the flight is very safe, this happens more often than you’d think. It’s nothing to worry about -- scout’s honor!” Crossing her heart with her index finger, she lifts two fingers into the air as a salute. “But all the same, is there anything that I can do to help calm your nerves?”

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What is this, the third time this week?  A pencil is tossed into the middle of her study guide aggressively. Her professor is a fan of hearing himself talk and of putting random questions on his already convoluted exams--which combined makes Mijoo incredibly short-tempered and stressed out. It only takes her a second to register the wailing of a baby down the hall--no doubt the same one that’s been crying at all kinds of odd hours lately. A word to their landlord who lives three floors below has done absolutely nothing, so she pushes away from her desk, and slips into a pair of flipflops as she walks out the door.