#wc.370

starter for @idmyungeun kcon day 2, hotel, post-fanmeeting

“i - honestly have no idea where i’m gonna put all this stuff?” eunju laments, arms wrapped impractically around a sweetly signed and decorated gift bag she’d received with a gift inside that had subsequently been used to stuff in the rest of the wealth she’d received during the fanmeet earlier. she’d kind of underestimated her own popularity - she’d expected high-fives and warm-but-generic phrases said in broken korean or simple english, but had received so much more than her heart could handle. she wasn’t even entirely sure how any of them, so many of them, knew about her love for sailor moon, how they’d even known to bring her sailor mars plushies and paraphernalia, her favorite. she doesn’t remember mentioning it on the show but, then again, there’s no telling the things she’s probably said when she’s forgotten the cameras were rolling. her favorite gift had been a sailor senshi tiara placed atop what had to have been the cutest bunny plush she’d ever seen - she’d worn it for what had remained of the small fanmeeting, thrilled about it.

among the more thought-driven gifts, there was also an abundance of snacks: she’d gotten an amass of twizzlers, wildberry poptarts and sour patch kids between sweet but strange requests to squeeze her cheeks. this - if it lasted - would be an adjustment, that much had become apparent, but that was fine. the real dilemma arose in the question of where she’d put it all.

she’d only packed enough for a day and a half, hadn’t really considered she’d be bringing back much more than souvenirs, still really hoped there’d be gift bags at the party.

there was also a solution in the fact that they were all on strict diets and would likely be expected to throw the goodies out before they boarded anyway but, well. where’s the fun in that?