#please help her.. hsdghhsdg

there was only so much jisoo was good at doing: running was definitely a top contender in the handful of hobbies she was even interested in -- feet carrying her at a high speed, the way it made her feel as if she was almost floating- unattached to any earthly worry that kept her so grounded. trapped. there was nothing in the world that could replace that rush jisoo felt whenever she set no destination, allowing her body to move wherever it wanted. that was something jisoo was good at- superb, even -- a skill that took years for her to polish.

it comes as little of a surprise when a person wants to expand their knowledge, to explore places and activities that fall far beyond one’s own experience. whether by thorough and simple research or through hands-on learning, it’s always fun for one to keep an open mind about things you’ve never done or tried to do before.

but for na jisoo, fun was hardly a word to describe her current experience.

bandaged hands were cautious and fingers moved with a light tremble; the redhead’s concentrated gaze was locked on the line as she tried once more to slip it through the hole of the hook. and yes, maybe she should’ve had this done before she even got to the fishing hole and yes, maybe she had little idea on what she was even doing ( shown so evidently by the fresh bandaids stuck to her hands from the amount of times she scratched and poked herself with sharp objects ) and yes, maybe she should’ve asked for a local’s help -- but they were busy people, and jisoo had assumed she could just learn herself.

what a mistake.

there was an agitated huff of air that escaped the girl and she set her fishing rod aside afraid if she looked at it any longer, she’d chuck it into the water ( and then promptly pay for, since it wasn’t even hers ). the hook was dropped back into the tackle box and jisoo looked back into the water, leaning back onto the hands that propped her body while legs came under her in a criss cross. 

stupid rod.. stupid hook.. stupid knots.. she may as well have been conducting brain surgery. maybe fishermen are just masochists, she though, there was no way they’d go through all this because they enjoyed all this work. there was a moment of silence for her, eyes looking back down to the equipment she had around her. jisoo heard fishing was supposed to be therapeutic, but there she was: sitting there in a mess, with absolutely no clue what she was even doing.