#wyhimchan

With nothing on her schedule, her company decides it's good to put her in a variety show. Fans love it. She hates it. She barely gets enough rest as it is with the amount of drama shoots she has and now she has to shoot for a variety show that takes hours. Ahreum doesn't want to be a brat, but she had very little sleep the day before. Yawning as she gets her hair done, the director himself knocks on her waiting door to tell her to stand by for the show. She smiles sweetly, as people expect her to be the darling that the nation knows. 

With iced coffee at hand, she steps out to get ready for the show. Not knowing who the other guests are. She politely greets the staff while on standby. What she didn't expect was this familiar face walking around the set. “Chan oppa?” Handing the iced coffee to her stylist, she follows him around. Just long enough to confirm that it is, indeed, him. 

Finally stepping into the set as the host calls her name, Ahreum greets everyone excitedly, smiling and eyeing Chan last. She's sure that she won't have to hear him calling her a bird brain today at least. Not like he can treat her harshly in front of the cameras. There were too many directed at the guests at the moment. Looking at the male guests, she realizes she's most comfortable with Chan. Whether he likes it or not, she'd definitely pick him as many times as possible. “Ahreum-ssi, who would you like to be your partner?” The host asks her, she pauses and pretends to think but she already has an answer. 

“Chan oppa.” Addressing him the way she usually would, it sure sounded friendly which was enough to arise suspicions on set. “I'm really a huge fan of his!” Ahreum tells them, trying to convince them that it is harmless and friendly.

Security Warning ; AHREUM x CHAN ( @wyhimchan )

Are you sure you want to catch feelings? 

a teammate tosses the ball towards him, an arm reaches out swooping it into his palm before tossing it at @wyhimchan​. haneul had a long list of strengths, but an equally long list of weaknesses as well, one of which was the three point shot. although, he was known for his accuracy and agility on the court, he was better known for his ability to do successful passes and slam dunks when his team needed it most.

he moves to step inside the court again, a hand moves to rake back the strands of brown hair. he wasn’t sure where the hostility came from whenever he spoke with the elder, in the articles that he would be interviewed in, he always gave the other high praise, for he believed they were the better of the two. he was but a young boy, having been hit by a stroke of luck, strong enough to have given him the talents that he possesses. another ball aims at him, this time he swoops it up in the palm of his hand, knees come to bend and arms move to motion his shot towards the hoop. by a stroke of equal luck, the ball falls into the hoop from the distance he was at. he tilts his head, slight shock tugging at his features.

Hoseok’s anxiety levels are through the roof. He wishes he could make coffee at home, but he worries his foster parents will get mad at him. Why? Maybe because of the noise or simply because he is touching things in their kitchen. It's irrational – they are loving people and would never scold him for helping himself to food or drinks. But he can’t get over that fear. Besides, his morning coffee walks force him to go out and get some fresh air, despite his head screaming at him to turn around and run straight back home.

‘Could you just tell me what you want? I don’t have all day.’ The tone of the barista jars him – he’s spent at least a full minute trying to point out a coffee on the menu, but the barista appears to pretend he doesn’t understand. Why did people always expect everyone to be able to SPEAK? ‘If you’re not going to talk, I can’t help you. Next customer, please.’ His jaw clenches and he obediently steps aside so the person in line behind him can get their order in, his eyes cast to the floor as he starts to shuffle back towards the door.

He can’t deal with this today -- nor any other day, really. Being treated as if he’s just being rude or difficult shouldn’t be something he’s used to; not when he always makes sure to follow the rules and keep out of trouble. He’s always been sensitive and obedient; his parents only had to explain something once and he made sure to live by that, even if he maybe took things too literally sometimes. Surely he doesn’t deserve to be treated like he’s doing this on purpose.

Sadness was becoming a usual companion of the young woman, it was becoming harder to ignore. Her strong visage hid it well, her tough outer shell made it feel as if nothing could touch her. A queen of Icy greetings and friendless weekends - the woman tried to turn a new leaf but her natural ways hurt her. Like they always did, she was hurting but she did not let anyone in. Even her closest friends and family did not know the mess that was Song Eunji, the tragedy of a emotionless woman. What would become of her ? A hand raked through her hair as she looked in the mirror of her bathroom - it early afternoon. The coldness of the morning still lingering on her even though she was very much covered with her dark jacket, almost blending with her newly darkened hair. Another surrender to the old her, the true her as she would say. She’s not a happy person and she knows this - or did she.  Loneliness was itching at her, normally she would be busy however she cancelled her things for the day surrendering to her mind for once. 

However without anyone there as Jin was at work and Jinah at schooling what was she to do ? The woman continued to look in the mirror, her eyes going dark as she thought over how alone she truly was. Trapped within herself, shaking her head she pulled out her phone, well-manicured fingers coming to type out a message the the one persons he knew would answer her desperate call. @wyhimchan​.  

[  TXT: SUN YEONG-CHAN ] Perhaps are you free for lunch? How about a table at  HYU RESTAURANT  ? I’m sure I can full a few strings to get us a good one. that is if you’re interested ? [ TXT: SUN YEONG-CHAN ] Please? In about 45 minutes ?