#scribbled.

Your height. It’s pitiful.

Jackson didn’t require his glasses to be aware of the fact that Bona was around 11.5cm smaller than him in stature. In fact, that knowledge made him secretly delighted to know that there was a noticeable difference in height between the two. But that lead him to questioning on how exactly she planned on them to both squeeze into her jacket. Even if Jackson was around her height, his figure is way more broader and thicker than hers. The generous offer touched his heart since the girl spotted him freezing to death in his flimsy leather jacket (anything for fashion) since the building’s heating was off the grid.

“Okay but… what if I accidentally rip your jacket. I’ll feel so bad afterwards! I got these huge muscles you see.” Jackson tried not to make a big show of his biceps or thighs so he settled for patting his torso. Squinting around, he lowered his voice because her offer was too tempting in the shivering depths of winter. “I mean we can always try but how?” He held his arms open as an invitation as he tried to figure out how to approach the situation.

expression can be difficult to control and jiyeon is fighting the urge to conceal the amused smile curling against the corners of her lips, casts her gaze elsewhere until the emotion is completely dissolved. it’s nearly impossible and she figures it’s one of the power jackson has over people - he isn’t known for his comedic gold lines for nothing after all and he withstands to humor regardless of whether it’s intentional or not. “muscle?” well groomed eyebrows furrows and she’s wears a startled expression, buzzed in confusion as she tilts her head sidewards. “muscle where? i don’t see huge muscles anywhere.” 

it’s offered lightly as a token of amiability, coated playfulness in her words. she picks up on his skepticism early on and she hasn’t exactly thought this one through. that doesn’t mean she isn’t willing to come up with a temporary fix though. she bounces quickly and huddles close while tugging off one of the sleeves of her winter coat, pulling down the opposite one before offering it to him. a quirky smile adorns her lips and she looks up feeling accomplished, ready to be complimented or any of the sort. not to mention to be kept warm too. “just like a blanket!”

this is long overdue.. i don’t know what to include in this since i’ve never done this sort of thing, a letter never to be sent, a letter never to be read by anyone but me. i don’t know how long this will get either, if it’ll have anything else aside from what i want to say. for the good of myself, i think it’s about time i close the chapter on it. i’m haunted by the night we met- a start of a hurricane, unbeknownst of the storms you carried. 

you’ll never know the way i feel, the way it felt. i didn’t know you that well to begin with and frankly, i don’t think i ever will. and that’s okay. i don’t want to feel this way anymore, i don’t want to feel like i’m always a second option or a go to place whenever there’s nothing else entertaining for you. it’s been a while and i’ve thought hard about it. i don’t know how i’m going to do it but i will, somehow. 

// that can’t be good for you, he thinks. but then again, nothing is good for humans. everything on this planet ends up killing them in one way or another, chemicals being found in everything, vegetables having some sort of weird radiation in them that when ingestedtoo much can cause cancer… the list goes on. renier thinks that humans are fragile things, tedious and boring to look after, but always finding that some of them have their soft points… little quirks that made them glow. so he always hung on, even if it was only by a measly thread. much like the red string tied around his ankles that connected him to the love of his life. so he doesn’t brush off the strangers comment as he usually would, tucks his hands into the pockets of his jacket before turning to look at her.

“well, you only live once, right? might as well try and do everything while you can. one bottle won’t kill you, so kudos to you.” he replies, tipping his head ever so slightly in a nod.

she remembers how exactly that night started, pristine clear in her memory. it had been a long day and she was trying to figure out how to wrap herself around the thoughts stranded in the confines of her mind, breaking her down piece by piece. she actually doesn’t know the reason why she’s sharing the memory to a complete stranger, only know she has to comment on the choice of beverage. to this night though, it still amazes jiyeon on how she was able to finish that bottle. she needed that alcohol that night yet she didn’t know how- the idea seems unlikely whenever she listens to herself yet her lungs burns at the moment of weakness, chest heavy with a loud breaking ripple. lips preoccupied with the tip of the glass, she sets it down and smiles sheepishly at the comment, nodding along in agreement. 

❝ Mmm? Is 언니 a mind reader? I was actually thinking of heading to Hongdae to get some apple pie to eat, ❞ Chaeyoung quips teasingly as she leans her head against the other’s shoulder. Truth be told, she hasn’t been harboring a craving for /just/ apple pie for some time now – one particularly nasty side effect of having late night practice after late night practice is that her sweet tooth tends to act up in the wee hours of the early morning, so it’s no surprise that cookie dough flavored ice cream has been the only thing that has been occupying her mind these days. Tilting her face to the side, slender fingers gingerly lift the older female’s arm into which she promptly buries her face, pretending to devour it with amused, dulcet giggles. ❝ There isn’t any apple pie here… but Bonapple’ll have to make do, I guess! ❞

jiyeon can’t remember the last time she’s had a night like this- not amidst her busy schedule in preparation for her group’s first concert and television drama debut. you’d think the girls would go out more often with each other to grab a quick bite (they do, though mostly around the vicinity of their company, places which they’ve memorized and engrained in the back of their mind even with their eyes closed) but unfortunately, they usually go out their own ways back to the dorm. often, she finds herself lazying it out with friends here and there but not long until she falls into a soundless slumber; tonight, she’s making sure she’s getting a taste of whatever food chaeyoung wants, almost certain that they’ll be eating good. one spontaneous phone call and the two girls are walking side by side along the paths of mapo-gu, linked together by arm as they venture out for the food place appealing to them most. giggling at the other’s endearing gestures, jiyeon jumps on her two feet and sings, “i’ve got a pen, i’ve got bonapple- uh! apple pen. bonapple it is! not going to lie... i’m craving for all the sweets. i just want to eat and get full!”