g.i. mina

nothing says 'date' like a break in | emma & soryong

He sent that charming boyish grin to her direction before he offered his hand to him. Palm facing upwards, inviting her small hand to be enveloped in his. “Don’t worry. Trust me.” He whispered as he enclosed his fingers around her, their digits intertwining with each other’s as he pulled her close back into his arms. “It’s just going to be a lil’ cold, that’s all.” Pulling his wand out he chanted a little spell and tapped her nose with it before doing the same to him – minus the tapping of the nose of course. It’s a little spell he had perfected for such circumstances where he had to hold his breathe. Though of course, the matter of the freezing coldness didn’t occur to him. Not even as she asked him for confirmation. He didn’t think of it as that big a deal, they could warm themselves right back up when they arrived. He leaned in to leave a little kiss on her lips. “Ready, love? We’ll be gone as soon as we get your things back.” The thought of starting a new life with her, of turning over a new leaf against his dark gory days had been like an unattainable dream for him. But it was now possible, just so long as he’s willing to reach out for him. And he’s had his hands out stretched for it if it meant he could finally have her. He led her towards the lake, one step after the other and soon they were drowned and drenched up to their waist. “Here goes nothing, eh?” And with that, they submerged into the water like creatures of the night.

She crouched down, fingertips grazing the surface of the lake. She was filled with a chill as the ripples spread out, breaking her mirrored reflection. It was definitely cold, but she wanted to get her things back. They were all she had, and as soon as she had them, she could start over in life, with Soryong, away from the faces filled with pity and the constant threat of the dark arts. It was growing, she wasn’t blind, she could feel it. If they could get away now..

Guilt ripped at her stomach. If the dark arts were coming making a comeback, did she really want to leave everyone else to their faits?

She took his hand, fingers slowly curling around his and squeezing. She would go wherever he went, she knew that much already. She didn’t even bother taking a breath. She trusted him and that he did his spell correctly. Eyelids fluttered closed, her eyelashes kissing the apples of her cheeks as they entered the lake.

It was brutally cold. Emma could feel her body shaking already. Her teeth chattered and she had to remind herself to breathe. She clung to Soryong desperately, kicking her feet out in spazzy motions. The swim seemed to take forever. By the time they emerged, Emma was sure that she was at least a year older. She stumbled out, water falling from her in torrents. “Wh-where are w-we?” She stammered through the cold.

“ZN may look chic, but she has a bright personality.”

nothing says 'date' like a break in | emma & soryong

Taking her hand, he opened up the door and flew down to Hogwarts. The routes were all so familiar to him, the crisp air that always seemed to prick on his skin. With one hand handling the broom, he held Emma’s hand close around his waist, making sure the other had a safe ride along the way. He wouldn’t want her falling. He wouldn’t even want her to have an uncomfortable journey. He waited so long for her and for her, he would give the best. Maybe his love for her was comparable to that of Vronsky’s to his dear Anna Karenina, a love that changed him upside down, a love that drove him mad. Unlike the sharp turns and harsh landings that were all he displayed on the quidditch field during his Hogwarts days, he was careful as their feet touched the ground. The fresh frozen grass below them crunching silently as he stepped on them as if they wanted to tell the castle about the intruder yet to afraid to. Soryong let a smug yet somewhat morose grin at it, remembering his schooldays where all he cared about was filthy mudbloods and pleasing his father. “You alright, love?” He whispered softly as he helped her down, cutting his memories short almost forcefully as he turned to face her, hands helping her down. “Hope you’re in the mood for a nighttime dip because we’re going in through here.” The youthful smirk was back on his face as he nodded at the direction of the Great Lake. It was a passage only the Jung twins had the luxury to use – an entrance made by them and for them, and now for Emma. And it would connect them right to his old dorm room down in the dungeons. Not really practical but since when had he been practical?

Emma clung to him, the crisp air filling her lungs and setting her insides on fire. Her fingers wove the fabric of his jacket between them and her eyes remained open, despite the sting of the wind, to admire the scenery as it flash by in a whirl of color and sound. She smiled. It was nice, sitting here, holding onto Soryong. She had thought he was lost to her forever. And then he turned up, like nothing had happened, like no time had passed. Like she wasn’t left alone.

They touched down and she took a moment to get her feet back under her. She swayed only once before she was stable. The cold earth was solid beneath her feet and she drew strength from it. She raised her eyes to the castle. For so long, it had been her home away from home, the place where she found family when she had lost hers.

“Yes” She breathed, giving him a sweeping smile. That smile faltered as he pointed to the lake. “We’re going in there?” She nearly shrieked, but brought her voice lower at the last second. She didn’t need to imagine it to know that she would be frozen solid within seconds. Her brain was whizzing furiously, thinking up spells and the like that she could use to keep them warm, to make this journey as easy as possible. “Are you sure?” She asked, turning her wide eyes on him.

(pleasure) meeting you ♔ march 2015

( * jonghun wasn’t really sure if his ideas were simply stereotypes or if there was truth in them. he had to imagine that, in order to stay so thin, they either had crazy metabolisms or didn’t eat. or maybe other things that he didn’t know about, which was highly likely as well ) i see … that’s a pity. what is life without food ( * he mumbled a bit at the end, unsure if that was really something appropriate to be saying to a model. a light chuckle rolled past his lips as she moved her hands in the air with her gestures ) ahh well, that is good. you look great ( * he nodded before wondering if that also was a weird thing to say to a girl the first time he was meeting her. well, girls liked compliments right? ) good good. starving yourself just sounds pretty awful and unhealthy. ( * he thought for a moment and shrugged ) not really. i mean, i stay fit for my own health benefits but not because there’s pressure too. um…. don’t get involved in scandals? ( * he laughed softly before shaking his head ) i really don’t know, to be honest. actually, we just have to be weary of our business deals probably. and that we treat our customers with respect and such. things of those nature, you know?

exactly {` seolhyun agreed eagerly. she shared the exact same sentiments when it came to food. if she could, she would eat all the time, but she knew that wasn't healthy and it would be an automatic end to her career.} - {` she smiled, getting a bit shy at his compliment. being a model, she heard things about her appearance often, some good, some bad, but for some reason, hearing him say that she looked great meant more. it was strange. she had only just met him.} i guess not getting into scandals is a good one. {` she admitted.} i happen to have a similar rule too. {` it was a shame because she could just imagine things like this becoming a scandal and as she sat here with him, she realized she rather liked it.} - {` their food arrived rather quickly and seolhyun's eyes widened at the sheer deliciousness of ti all. it looked amazing, smelled amazing, and would no doubt taste amazing.} lets eat! {` she said happily, loudly even, that was how eager she was to get some food into her stomach.} i haven't even eaten all day.

taking care of mommy (to be) august 2018

( * yoona simply shrugged. she was always won over easily, especially by him. she hated the fact that even when she wanted to get angry at him, she just couldn’t. it was a terrible curse ) maybe … you’ll never know my deepest darkest secrets about that ( * of course, that had also simply been said to add mystery. she gave his hand a gentle squeeze as she looked at him ) it’s kind of crazy, huh? marriage. babies. all that stuff that always seemed to be a lot farther away. when did we actually grow up? ( * she teased. then again, she had to say that being an idol made one grow up a lot faster than normal. they were forced to be independent for quite some time already ) - ( * suddenly, he was pulling out his phone and she had to blink a few times to make sure she wasn’t seeing things. did he actually have a list put together? even she hadn’t thought to do that ) damn, when did you get organized as well? ( * one hand reached up, squeezing his cheek ) my baby really did grow up to be a man ( * she smirked before leaning over his shoulder to look at his list ) okay okay. um … did we decide on a color? what about either a pale yellow or pale green. very neutral and happy colors!

let's not talk about growing up {` he laughed. being an adult had never been something he really ever thought about. it just sort of happened and when he stopped to think about it, it almost made him sad. where had the time gone? would life continue to just fly by like this? if that was the case, then he would be dead and in the ground before he even noticed.} - {` his tongue poked out as he read through the list.} hm? {` he forced himself to look away from it to look over at her and he grinned.} i don't know, it just kind of happened. {` someone had to take the steps and since yoona was so tired much of the time, he didn't want to give her more things to think about. just carrying their child should be enough.} i do like the green. {` he didn't want to buy into the gender-assigned colors. if he could, he'd do pink for a boy, just to show that it didn't matter.} let's do it then! {` he led the way, not even thinking about how surprising it was for him to be this enthusiastic.}

nothing says 'date' like a break in | emma & soryong

He traced her feature with his long finger – no longer were they smooth and unscarred like it used too, now there were callouses and wounds carved on his hand. It’s something he couldn’t hide except underneath the clothing he wore. Yet he didn’t seem to mind them. Some people wore their scars inside, like Emma, and some wore them outside, like him. And maybe, just maybe, they could complete each other. He let his fingers dropped to her chin before he pulled her in close, catching her lips into a chaste kiss, the desperate fervor from before still tinged his touches, his caresses, yet not as ardent as before.

He moved his lips, as if painting a picture on hers, tinting her body with stories of times they had spent apart from each other. “That can be arranged.” He whispered into her skin as his hand found the back of her waist and pulled her flushed against his chest. “But not here.” His tone implied the end of the discussion because now was not the time, now was the time to sneak into Hogwarts. Standing up in one swift move, he held his hand up and pulled her up with him with a smile. “Are you ready for another chapter, Emma darling?” he asked, referring to how they had parted and the letter he had sent her. And now they’re starting their story over and Soryong hoped it would last longer than before.

his hands were rougher than they had been. she would know. she remembered that night that he had come back, bleeding and wounded, how she had tended to his wounds in such a rush and frenzy, desperate to stop the bleeding. maybe if she had been calmer, his scar wouldn't be quite as pronounced, but it never seemed to bother him so she wasn't going to allow herself to feel guilty for helping him. she leaned into him, kissing him back softly, her hand finding the side of his face, the tips of her fingers just brushing his hair. "of course" she whispered, getting to her feet with his help.

she kept her hand tightly wound around his. she was more than ready for another chapter. she knew it might be dangerous, hell, soryong had warned her of that plenty of times, but it was what she wanted. she didn't care about the danger. there was no one else in her life that she needed to stick around for. he was all she needed and if she had to risk a little bit to be with him, she would gladly do so. she beamed, her face lighting up as it always did whenever he had a pet name for her. his darling was ringing in her ears as she nodded.

"i'm more than ready." she replied softly. she trusted soryong to help her with this. she would get her things out of the school that had been her home for so many years, and would start over with him. she'd be more than happy to start over with him. the thought of having that with him... of the things that they could do together.. it made her blush and made her heart race with excitement. how could she have been so stupid to let him leave so easily before?

november 2014▕ an interns duty

[...]

sora started putting the papers in the shredder, letting a sigh escape her lips as she was almost finished. just as she put the last paper in the machine they could both hear voices, to the younger she figured the voices meant nothing. just another few voices in this building but to her—in that crowd of voice there was one voice she recognized and she moved a little closer to the staff room to see if she was right.

today itself was an unusual day, she had actually put on make up— tried to dress up and instead of wearing her normal long black pants, she was wearing a skirt. sure the skirt was to her knees but normally she wouldn’t wear this type of clothing at work, she was also wearing high heels. for a second or two she forgot that chanyeol was there and she stared at the small crowd of people, her eyes found the person she looked for and she looked in his direction for a few seconds. their eyes met and she turned around, looked at the younger male and remembered what she was doing, “come on let’s go—” she said and quickly walked out of the kitchen, heading towards the elevator.

chanyeol eyed all of the papers that she had. if so much stuff needed to be shredded every day, he didn't understand why they had to shred so much stuff all the time. why even print it out if it was going to be shredded? it seemed like a waste. he was sure that there could be a more efficient way to do things. "sales department?" last time he had been there, he remembered being tremendously bored. "do we really have to go there today?" he stared at the shredder, watching it as it ate up the papers, like he liked to think of it. it always made him strangely hungry.

"why are you so dressed up today anyway?" he asked. he would like to think that it was for him but he wasn't that completely conceited. there had to be a reason and if it was for another guy, he was not going to be quite so agreeable for the rest of the day. he followed her to the room and watched as she tried to peek. he raised a brow. "what are you doing?" he asked her, folding his arms across his chest. he had been feeling good this morning, like he could at least attempt to try for sora's sake, but now, that feeling was quickly draining. he was getting bored of whatever it was she was trying to do.

he sighed and followed her to the elevator. he would just go for now but he decided not to seem quite so eager. he sighed again and leaned against the back wall of the elevator. the enthusiasm that he had when he saw sora had quickly drained. it wasn't exactly his fault. work was boring and she wasn't showing him as much attention. what was the point if the prettiest intern wasn't going to give him her all? there was no point. the elevator dinged and chanyeol stalked past her out into the hallway. "where's the sales department?" he asked, already forgetting.

nothing says 'date' like a break in | emma & soryong

Their little cottage just a mile away from Hogsmeade stifled him so – not because of the size, or lack-off, but because of the memories it held. Their mother had used to take them here a week before school started – and sometimes, their father would join them. There had been smiles on his father’s face and grins on the twins’ and they were not the malicious ones that each donned these days on. He smiled bitterly as his fingers brushed the framed pictured of his mother before pushing it down, letting the wooden surface his her aristocratic face.

"Hm?" He hummed softly as he heard Emma’s whisper calling him in the dim light of the night and he hurried down her side, his steps hushed, silent and graceful as a snake. Practiced elegance and learned poise. His hand soon found its way on top of her shoulder as he took the seat beside her, his lips kissing her temple as he lowered himself down. "Princess, I should be the only thing making your heart race.” He teased as he placed a kiss on the back of her hand, his eyes never leaving hers as the fire from the candle danced in their eyes. “But really, there’s nothing you should worry about, sneaking around is a specialty of mine.”

emma breathed in and out deeply, trying to calm herself down. her eyes followed his movements until he was on the couch with her. she stared into his face, and the confidence and calm she found there did a lot to help her relax. she gave him a small smile, even snorting slightly at his teasing. he definitely did make her heart race. even now it was pitter-pattering in a different way than just moments before.

"is that something that should worry me?" she asked, tilting her head to the side a bit as she returned his tease with a bit of her own. he wouldn't sneak around her. no. he wouldn't, would he? not now that they were here together. the candle light cast shadows over his features, distorting some and hiding others, but she knew his face well. "once i get my things, we can.. i can move in. officially. right?" part of her was still scared he would disappear, like last time, but she would always talk herself out of that fear by saying that he wouldn't risk someone else finding this place, and now that she knew of it, surely he wouldn't let her go.

and maybe, just maybe, he really did have feelings for her too. she bit her lip, her fingers twisting the fabric of her skirt nervously. she took another deep breath and slowly let it out. 

make me mad(moxxi) - jiyul

"I feel like whatever answer I give you, you’ll put out your gun," Yukwon hummed as he watched the girl. He could almost see Mad Moxxi shaking her head at him and he knew he should just shut up, but the words just kept coming. It was like word vomit and it just wouldn’t stop. He wanted to say to just ignore him or not to take what he says for what its worth, but it didn’t seem like his body agreed with that sentiment.

He raised from his seat and shrugged his shoulders, “We do it all the time. We’re vault hunters, Jiyul. There is no rest for the wicked, remember?”

Yukwon turned to rest his arms on the bar and turned his head to look at her with a smile. He knew what words were coming and he was certain he wasn’t going to be able to pull them away, “Are you upset because you thought kissing you meant more? I’m no Roland. I’m not oblivious to feelings as he is when it comes to Lilith. But I’m also not the to st-“

A hand went over his mouth and he glanced over to Mad Moxxi, “Sugar, just stop talking.”

Jiyul rolled her eyes as the wall behind the bar. This was the way the night was going to go. She didn't know what she had been looking for, if she had been looking for anything at all, but this certainly wasn't it. She drained the last bit of this final drink, her head feeling fuzzy and her face hot. Her body felt like it was radiating heat and that was when she knew she was on the cusp of getting really drunk.

She slid her empty glass away from herself and did her best to ignore Yukwon, who just seemed to be spouting nonsense now. "Look, forget it, okay?" She hissed, standing up and wobbling slightly. "It meant nothing."

She locked eyes with Mad Moxxi, and Jiyul, for a moment, felt as if the woman was staring into her soul. She didn't like it. She grabbed her rucksack from the stool and slid it back onto her back. "Thanks for the drinks, Moxxi." She muttered, giving Yukwon one last glare. Their relationship was back and forth and a rollercoaster at best. "As for you." She began, poking him hard in the chest. "Quit kissing people just because you can. I don't bloody care if it's Pandora and whatever you can do, you do. Just because you can do it doesn't always mean you should do it."

taking care of mommy (to be) august 2018

( * it was only after he asked if they actually made pants like that that she realized that she had probably only ever saw them in movies. she sighed softly ) maybe not … unless we ask someone to make one. that’s too much work though. hm … ( * she tapped at her chin again, continuing to think, but honestly, her brain lacked these ideas. it just didn’t really work that way ) - ( * as she tugged him through the store, she noticed his distracted look ) yah! are you still thinking about the prank? ( * she chuckled, tiptoeing and kissing his cheek. however, when he was telling her about how he wanted to get everything, she chuckled ) you’re cute. did you know that? ( * giggling, she realized that his excitement was rather infectious ) - ( * soon enough, they were in the baby section. it was a bit overwhelming just how much one could buy for a child. she wanted to give her child everything that he or she needed, but she didn’t want him/her to become a spoiled brat. that wouldn’t be how her child would turn out. not under her watch ) geez, where do we … even start? ( * she spun around in a circle. this was a bit overwhelming. she was going to end up broke if she didn’t have a plan )

if i wasn't cute, i wouldn't have been able to get you back so many times {` he joked, referring to their on again off again relationship that lasted from high school until about a year ago. it was a lot of ups and downs, but each and every time, they somehow found their way back to each other, and this time seemed to be for good. some people will say that hyuk had just needed some time to mature. he didn't like to think that. he knew he was mature enough to be in a committed relationship, he just hadn't felt ready at the time. there were still things he had wanted to do for himself, still parts of himself he wanted to discover and work on before he was 'tied down' as they called it.} - {` he stopped and stared along with yoona at the shere size of the department. an entire floor, all to babies. he pulled out his phone to check his list.} well, why don't we start with decor. if we get the color scheme we want, then we can pick out the wood that would go well with it for the furniture. then to the fun toys and clothes. {` he listed off, remembering the tips his mother and sister had given him for shopping for a baby.}