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#Mirror mirror on the wall.

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She’s the type of girl who would hold you while you cry and stay up all night just to make sure that you’re okay, even if she’s the one breaking sometimes.

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#.mind. #[ alive but barely breathing. ]

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YG NEW GIRL GROUP POSSIBLE MEMBERS ↳ JANG HANNA (장한나)

#Mirror Mirror on the wall.

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#.passion.

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yggirlsdomination marathon:  jang hanna (2015) ♡ tell me your heart, tell me you love me.

#[ happy valentines everyone. #Mirror mirror on the wall.

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It wasn’t hard to fall for the charm of a girl who had a lot to offer, despite the lack of light in her eyes. Hanna would never think lowly of Astrina for a disability she wasn’t to blame for, yet felt mildly upset at the idea that a young thing such as the other would never be truly capable of grasping the beauty of the things that surrounded her in particular. The bakery was a wonderful place, filled with small signs of art that even the blind girl was capable of creating, which Hanna respected and admired deeply, even if she didn’t always felt the need to say it out loud. After all, there was a certain solace you could find it silence and Hanna would like to believe that her continuous visits to see the older female were enough to prove just how attached she had grown to her friend.

“I think you would have moved a lot more. From what I know, a baby is much more ticklish than a grown woman.” Concentrating on getting the flower to stay in its place, without ruining too much of Astrina’s hairstyle, she couldn’t help the giggle that fell from her lips, though it vanished as soon as the uncertain question of the older reached the brunette’s ears, causing for her to halt her movements to look her in the face, fully aware of the fact she wasn’t capable of noticing it.

"No, it’s fine. Don’t worry, you have a right to ask, I suppose.” Still, she fell silent once more as she forced a smile onto her features, even if the other wouldn’t be able to see it. It felt wrong not to put in the same effort to convince Astrina she was fine, considering Hanna was busy pretending to be happier in front of everyone else anyway. “She died, some time ago actually. You remind me of her. Sometimes, at least.”

     She never did have a very high opinion of herself. What Astrina knew of her features were that her nose was quite sharp, and her lips plump when she wasn’t smiling. The rest of her were mere descriptions by her grandfather who saw her as ‘the most beautiful thing in the world.’ It was a given for a man who had very little of anything else, so to consider herself pretty held very small meaning. And what she knows of this woman was that she reminded her of someone else. A blatant confession upon her repeated visits to the bakery, but Astrina had no room for complaint. She adored the younger’s company - nevermind that such attachment was perhaps sentiment on Hanna’s end, she found herself growing appreciative of the confidence boosts - welcoming each visit with an eager and genuine smile.  “Sorry! It tickles, that’s all.. Gramps says my dad used to stick a flower on my ear all the time when I was a baby. I wonder if I moved this much back then, too.” She doesn’t doubt the possibility. Her inability to keep still could only be amplified in infancy, but in consideration of her new friend she does at least try to keep still in her seat. All the more difficult when a compliment comes at the end of it., simply because Astrina wasn’t good at reacting to them.  “Am I really…” It’s a faint reaction. A question to herself more than it was for Hanna, and she wasn’t going to explain why. The reasons for that were too obvious by her lack of eye contact. She smiles forcibly in the direction of Hanna’s voice, bowing her head to signal a thanks for her new flower pin.  “You mentioned your friend before… do I really look that much like her?” She asks away as if the topic wasn’t at all trigerring. She has no idea what happened to the mentioned friend, and why Hanna wasn’t paying her these visits instead, but it was clear from the question where Astrina’s curiosity scaled. “I’m sorry… you don’t have to answer that if you don’t want to.”

#astrinae #écrivain. #[ i literally have trouble remembering that astrina is blind. like. ugh. #[ why does this gotta be so hard my feels ain't cooperating on this.

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If there was something she simply couldn’t stand, then it was unnecessary attitude. Lately, however, it seemed as though the younger generations seemed to have forgotten everything about manners and that was why she couldn’t bring herself to really look at the steward who had previously snapped at her so impatiently and rudely, even if she could understand his argumentation that everything, in fact, did not revolve around her. Even if that hadn’t been up to debate at this point, and yet his sole presence made her feel slightly uncomfortable.

Being on a plane was a foreign feeling she still needed to get used to, and it didn’t exactly help that her stomach wasn’t feeling quite as good as she would like for it to be. But that was the price for taking part of a special exchange program and considering that she was one of the five pupils who would be transferred to another country to get to know the educational system over the course of one week, this was something she was willing to deal with for the time being.

The negative side of being quite popular in your workplace is that all the expectations given to you are always bigger than you wanted it to be. Hence, Casper got scolded by his senior before letting him went inside to do his duty. He sighed, it was the first he got scolded throughout his work though he was quite lucky enough since his senior was a girl. He followed her inside after all the passengers went in and ordered him to do the demonstration.

He did so, with his usual smile on his face as he greeted the male and female passengers whom seemed to be quite bewildered that there was this handsome looking steward in the cabin. Once the demonstration ended, he quickly bowed and proceeded to his seat before the plane took off. His seat was in the front part, between the business class and first class, in which why he swiftly walked at the aisle.

However, he accidentally bumped into a child that was about to fall down from his busy mother’s grasp that he fortunately managed to look at. He was thanked at, somehow got some attention from the other passengers in which he had smiled at as he got some appraisal that he had to thank at with a bow. He was swiftly walked to his seat for real after facing everyone around him, but not noticing that he almost bumped to the girl he was having an argument earlier.

Or so did he, since he thought that he saw a familiar face, but he couldn’t remember whom or what face. He shrugged off and waited for the airplane to fly so he could see who it might be as he served the first class passengers of the plane. 

#kcsper #[ i'm sorry for the late and short reply!

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Partly, it was amusing to see how he had managed to trick her without putting much effort into it. It had been Hanna’s own fault, to believe that the boss wouldn’t take care of his own establishment but that was how she had experienced many important persons to be: earning the glory of their business, but letting the small people work for that success. This, she understood, was a result of capitalism and something that each and everyone had to inevitably deal with, even if they didn’t think for themselves to be in such a precarious situation.

"I think it’s my own fault. I shouldn’t have simply assumed that a boss wouldn’t like to work in his own café, too. But I’m glad to see you seemingly countering that stereotype.“ Here, she offered a genuine smile because she felt it was necessary to break the ice and leave the awkwardness behind them, before she’d end up making things worse with her unwanted nervousness.

"My mother used to teach me that a kitchen you can look into at a restaurant, is a good sign. Besides, this place looks very clean, so I think you must be busy taking care of it too, which is a good sign in my eyes.” A nod accompanied her words as she spoke, while her eyes travelled over the room as if it was the most amazing thing she had seen in a while, when it was only a simple kitchen. But Hanna had never known what it was like to work in a shop where both dogs and its owners were welcomed, hence the natural interest that flooded her. “For how long do you usually stay at the shop on an average day?”

Kyungsoo immediately feels guilty for having tricked her, looking at how nervous she was made him frown. This was the reason why he never pranks anyone at all. With a sheepish smile on his face, he offers an apology. “Oh hush, it’s really fine. It’s my fault for hiding it from you earlier. I just wanted you to be able to talk freely without worrying about anything. And you don’t have to worry, I took no offence.”

He looks around, making sure some of his staff are behind the counter and ready to serve the customers before he shrugs his shoulders. His employees know that he’s always up for something random and spontaneous like this to liven up his own day and share the joys of his work with strangers. By now, Kyungsoo has done this quite a few times before, always guided to do so by his impulse and excitement. “Nah, it’s fine. Besides, the place isn’t all that huge, so showing you around wouldn’t take long.”

Without waiting for a reply he ushers her behind the counter, showing her to the kitchen. “So this is the kitchen, where we make the food and pastries. We’re always here by seven in the morning to get started with the pastries, so that everything is ready by the time we open at 11 a.m. As the day goes by and things are selling, we bake more of them and serve it as soon as we can. Otherwise, we just heat up the food that’s on the display rack. That’s really all there is to our operations. What do you think of the kitchen?”

#kyxngsx #[ this is very late and i'm sorry! i'd understand if you want to drop this

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He seemed to be lost in the depths of his own thoughts. Hanna didn’t mind and respected that he needed to put some kind of distance between the two of them, hence her staying silent and only nodding her head to the question he asked her, as though it was the most normal thing to be confronted with such an inquiry. “I don’t get worked up over it. I don’t really mind it either. You are you, I am me. What you do or don’t do is of no real interest to me. No offense.” She spoke slowly, calmly, almost gently, as though she was expecting for him to lash out anytime soon, even if, the longer he talked, the less moody he appeared. Perhaps he was right and it had been a simple slip up, who knew?

For all Hanna cared, she certainly didn’t. Pulling up her scarf so that it would cover her lower chin, she could find herself settling into her coat more comfortably. It was still surprisingly cold, despite it already being the middle of February. One would think that the more they moved towards spring, the less cold it would be but alas, it seems as though winter wouldn’t give his place away as easily as one would like to assume. A slow nod of her head revealed she had acknowledged his words, though she didn’t quite believe him. He didn’t appear to be heading home, but Hanna wasn’t here to play detective.

"Do you know which bus you’ll have to take?” Something told her he had gotten on that bus in a whim, and while that feeling didn’t necessarily have to be true Hanna would simply like to make sure she could leave him behind without coming to regret it. “Do you even know where we are right now?” She wasn’t really busy at the moment and could spare some more time to tell him, should there be some need for him to gain such information if he truly wanted to get home, but Hanna was fine with just leaving, too. Some people, they needed distance at times. She could comprehend that.

The question had her going silent for a brief moment, frozen in the spot, before she nodded slowly. Of course she had, there was nothing wrong with wanting a person to stay by your side, even if you didn’t know them, even more so when their aura proved to have a calming influence on you. Some people found that in a bartender, whom they would pour their hearts out to. That was normal, it was human. “Sometimes. Some people catch your interest, you want to talk to them and figure some things out, but you don’t actually feel the desire to get to know them any better. You want to use them, for your own benefit. It’s not meant to be selfish, but it essentially is. Why are you asking?”

There was a thick fog which stood out that morning and nothing else in particular and the figure of the young girl was melting into the shades of the grizzle surroundings. He could not distinguish her features anymore, he couldn’t tell whether the neck was still connecting her head to the torso, or if that was only the languid shape of a raised arm, reaching to fix the long, fair hair which was gradually dissipating into the mist. Almost as if she were an unknown entity, he felt that if he extended his arm towards that messy image, his fingers would go right through it and the girl would vanish into thin air.

“I’m not having a bad day.” His voice sounded so dry, that he instinctively took a hand to his neck and pulled the scarf up, almost covering his lips as well.·“It was… something momentarily. I’m not even upset anymore, it was just a quick reaction of mine. It’s nothing you should get worked over. It takes a lot more to ruin my day, but everyone always assumes that I am in a bad mood. Perhaps my default expression isn’t the gentlest either.” As he continued to speak, he felt his throat throbbing, so he ceased with his words, returning to the previous silence which had already been bothering him for a certain reason.

The air was crisp and the streets weren’t the fullest yet, but time was ticking and passing with no return and his appointment was somewhere at the back of his mind, only to die in his memory as another missed meeting at work. His legs were stiff and listening to no command of his, keeping him trapped in that one place nearby the foggy figure, that girl whose name he did not feel like learning yet.·“You’re probably busy. You probably have stuff to do, so feel free to go on your way. I — I’ll just wait for another bus and head home.”

The real purpose of why he was trying to send her away was for him to convince himself that the blonde girl was indeed corporeal and she wouldn’t crumble to dust the moment she’d step away from him. And if she’d keep her flesh and bones in one place, what would he do next? What was he trying to achieve by sinking into such meaningless thoughts?·“One last thing — have you ever met someone… which made you go like: I have no intention to get to know you, but please stay by my side and remain a mystery?”

#taeum #[ i'm sorry for the late response. please feel free to drop the thread if you don't want to keep it going.

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"Someone’s new found confidence is quite endearing to watch.” She smiles, because it’s harmless and because his actions are genuinely simply funny to the younger female. Hanna doesn’t suspect anything else to that, and she isn’t afraid or wary of him either, at least not anymore. They’ve met under difficult circumstances, where she had to adjust to the loss of an important figure in her life: now, however, things are different. The brunette doesn’t want to excuse her behavior or claim she’s done something right when she knows better than to defend her younger self for actions that her current self no longer can entirely comprehend either. This, she presumes, is how life works and she’ll do her best to overcome whatever it is she’ll have to keep facing in the future, and sometimes, she thinks, there is nothing bad in opening up to those you could never envision a friendship with. You might just get surprised by the turn of some events. “I’m feeling honored. But if you’ll cook, I’ll clean - that’s the least I can do.”

Although they both didn’t see eye to eye, figuratively and literally speaking, Kyungsoo had to be a better person and attempt to brighten things up. He had been annoyingly cheerful this season, and it was something he tried to keep, especially when everyone was so down in his workplace. She was an exceptional individual, a strong one, he could tell, and he could see that tiny crack that was finally open to letting him in. It wasn’t going to be a forceful entry into her life, but he wanted to have a peek in order for him to understand the complexity that is Jang Hanna. “Well, you always have the right to refuse. And a right to say anything else you want. Heh,” his hands began tugging at his cuffs, rolling the sleeves of his white dress shirt up to his elbows so he could look more kitchen ready. “All I need now is my place, your willingness, an apron, a ladle and a pot and we’re all set. If you’re free today, I’d like to cook for you as my first customer in the Do man-cave.”

#kyungsoomd #[ this came extremely late. please do forgive my tardiness.

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mini hiatus notice.

I haven’t dropped the threads or plots I have right now. I’m still very much interested in Hanna and her development, just too busy to handle her at the moment.

See you all soon.

#( munstruggles. )

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She was beginning to think he was overreacting. Surely, not every guy had ulterior motives when they invited a girl to a date, right? She simply refused to believe that there was no actual interest in her personality but therefore, even more interest in what she could “possibly offer” from a sole physical point of view which made her stomach churn with anger. What had this society come to, where girls were only treated like objects that were used for men’s satisfaction, before being thrown away like they were some type of unwanted trash? It made the female beyond angry to think that she too, could fall into the hands of such a person.

Which was why she was beginning to understand where he was coming from. Hanna didn’t attribute any nasty type of behavior to Jiwon, considering he had done nothing but look out for her in the past which had proven to be difficult on multiple occasions, considering his status and all, though she genuinely did appreciate the thoughtfulness and the same trait resurfaced in this very moment, where he told her something that was meant for her best but only served to confuse the poor girl even more and made her question the intentions of people she shouldn’t be thinking about in the first place. ❝Look, that is exactly why I understand when every little girl says boys are stupid. Who the hell even thinks that far anyway, especially when it’s the first date? How disturbing.❞ The frown that settled on her delicate features after she spoke up only proved how disgusted she was at the sole thought of it.

Whatever the reason was for him to flick her forehead, it had her narrowing her eyes as she returned the gesture before lightening considerably up, a giggle now even managing to slip past her lips as she raised her hands in defense. ❝Whatever you are texting to whomever, I didn’t see anything and I don’t really mind either.❞ And it was the truth, particularly when her intentions hadn’t even been to get a look of his phone, though she couldn’t quite help the yelp that escaped her once her head made contact with the material of the pillow, causing for her to glare at the male briefly before bursting into a fit of giggles.

❝That hurt! How can you just hit me like that?❞

He could notice, from the corner of his eyes (what little he could anyway) that she was frustrated. It was no intention of his to make her feel that way, but the situation and conversation both had resorted in her to feel as such. And due to that alone, Bobby lifted his head, staring at the blankness ahead of him for a brief moment. Eventually, the rapper slid his plump lower lip between his teeth, gently nibbling on the flesh. He could sense that a million questions were running through the younger’s mind with the expressions written on her face which only then in turn, made Bobby turn his head to look at her, just in time for when she began to speak.

With furrowed brows upon hearing her statement, Bobby shuffled atop the bed, surprised with the way she came across to him. “Lashing out on you? How– all I’m sayin’ is if you wanna go out to this dinner shit with him, then go. I ain’t stopping you. I only gave you my opinion on things. I’m a guy, I know how guys think.” With the said words, the iKON rapper paused for a brief moment, inhaling a deep breath before continuing his little rant after remaining quiet for a long time. “They either act all nice and caring or they hassle the hell out of you until you give in. Do you wanna know what happens next?” he questioned, brows raised as he stared down at her. And without allowing her a chance to respond, he cut the almost non existent pause with his words. “They take you out on a date or drink or whatever, butter you up all nicely and shit, make you take drinks. And.. next thing you know.. well, you know what the hell happens.” 

His eyes only narrowed when the Bobby realized she was too busy with her playful antics to pay attention to anything he’d said. “Hanna!” he groaned, flicking gently her forehead when he realized she was eyeing his screen. More so when he noticed the chat with his girlfriend was open and practically in the view of the younger female. “You know I hate it when you do that,” he imitated. Despite not wanting to admit it, Hanna always managed to find a way into Bobby’s childishness, and yet again, she hadn’t failed in doing so. It only made the male grab onto the closes pillow and swing it round her back, making sure not to be so hard and practically hit her head as he knew his force wasn’t something everyone was able to handle. 

#kjiwn

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i'm sorry if this is a dumb question but what is this blog about? fanfictions? :x

Another ask, which happens to be similar to this one so I’ll respond to it in one post, as opposed to making two separate ones      Is Hanna really a orphan ? Where’d you get that information from ?

[ First off, hello dear anon. And rest assured, there is nothing such as a dumb question, there are only “dumb” answers but I’ll try my best to explain what this blog is about.

This blog is a roleplay blog, and roleplaying defines itself as          To act and speak as if you are the character you’re portraying. To roleplay is as much about what not to say as what to say. It means to keep your speech in the context of the setting in which your character (or avatar) exists. Context can be defined as both time and place.

Most roleplaying that occurs is in an online setting, such as an online game, a chat room, or a message board. 

Now, Tumblr simply happens to be one of those online settings, as mentioned above. The KRP community ( KRP being short for Korean Roleplay ) is filled with writers who choose a faceclaim ( a faceclaim being in most cases an idol they have taken a liking to and want to use because they like their “face” and think they are capable of representing the character they have in mind the best from a sole visual aspect ) and pretend to be the character they have created, while interacting with others within their community.

There’s an equivalent to KRP, which happens to be Western RP. If you want to check out some of their tags, I’d recommend the “Independent RP” or “Indie RP” tag, where you’ll see plenty of starters that anyone can feel free to respond to and based off that, a thread will be started where you further develop your character and your character’s relationship to that particular other muse.

So, from this point of view this blog can be considered to be nothing but fanfiction. Generally speaking, my Hanna isn’t the Hanna that is signed to YG as a trainee and I have neither the desire to impersonate her nor do I want to make others think I am her.

This blog and its character are my content. I’ve spent hours on coming up with a proper backgroundstory, even with a few supernatural elements, writing her profile, trivia and whatnot and it’s all just simple fiction. I’ve only “lent” Hanna’s visual and her basic information ( name, age, location ) to create a new character of my own. So, in my world, from my point of view, the character I have created is similar to the Hanna we know in real life, but my Hanna is an orphan who’s neither signed to YG Entertainment, nor aspiring to be an idol.

My Hanna is just pure fiction.

This is also why most roleplayers tend to have disclaimers on their blogs that furthermore state that they are by no means associated with XY, their company or their respective group.

I hope that cleared a few things up, and if you have any more questions, please feel free to come to me off anon so I can tell you more about it.

#.replies. #Anonymous

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In retrospect, Hanna only ever really thought back to these brief exchanges whenever she was suffering from a writer’s block. And though the brunette herself did not anticipate nor wish to be an author herself, she did respect and love the written word more than possibly anything or anyone else at this point in time, and that was why she found some sort of foreign fascination in what he had to tell her. Ideas could bloom as quickly as they could wither, but there seemed to be something magically capturing about the way this other person’s mind seemed to work.

She lacked the proper words to describe this, but there was a feeling deep down in her chest that told her there was more to this supposedly simple dream than she herself was probably aware of. Maybe more than he himself knew too.

Perhaps the key to this mystery lies within your dream? I dare say your subconscious might want to remind you of something, perhaps a place, person, thing, god knows what, something you might have been looking for or perhaps even missing?

Now, I don’t know for sure and all I’m doing is interpreting but isn’t it interesting? To see how a dream could have an impact for your daily life, even if nothing significant happened in it? (Apart from you missing your drama series, though I am sure there has been a rerun at one point in time?)

That bridge you mentioned, it might be of significance? It could be a metaphor for a chapter in your life that you need to close and a new one you need to start, a desperate attempt of your subconscious to tell you that you aren’t moving forward in your life, hence you being stuck in traffic. And blue, isn’t blue a color most associate with something good? It might depend on the shade, whether it was a light or dark blue but considering it has some kind of calmness to it, I assume this particular colour might suggest you’re calm because you know you’ll get there, wherever this is, in your own time, at your own pace, no matter how terrible the traffic is.

Funnily speaking, it reminds me of a writer’s block I’ve been suffering from for the past few weeks. You’re stuck in one spot and cannot move forward, yet you desperately crave to develop your story and characters without having the necessary means to do so.

Perhaps your dream suggests something similar?

You might think me ridiculous, but perhaps I’m living through this similar situation. A few nights ago, I dreamed I was stuck in traffic (tragedy, I missed an episode of my drama series), and that ahead of me was a bright blue van. The painting on the car seemed like it contained glitter, so it was hard to miss. The dream ends when I am about to cross a bridge, finally revealing what caused the traffic jam in the first place.

Forward a few days later, and I am stuck in traffic. This is real life, mind you, and I am stuck in front of a bright blue van. The painting on the car seemed like it contained glitter, so it was hard to miss. I cross no bridge on my way to my destination, but because the bridge had been closed and was the reason traffic was being redirected to an alternative, slower path. 

I cannot help but feel anxious. This is the first time I’ve ever dreamed something that comes to life. Perhaps I’m afraid of finding out what crossing that bridge means. Any ideas of what this might mean? I feel like I’m overlooking so much symbolism. 

He ends the letter with a small, indecipherable signature. It is the same one has been using in all his letters for her. He folds the paper and places it in an cream colored enveloped, before adding the stamp along with her name and address. 

Looking forward to her letters might be a bit foolish in his part. But she has so much to say, and he reads every singe word she writes, his interest piqued with every tale and story. He thinks of her as a character, a heroine from a story. She has a pen pal, and remains unaware that the person she is writing it to, is the same person who acts a villain in her story. The same ignorance is held by the villain.  

In three weeks, the program will end, and he’ll be forgotten by his pen pal, Hanna surely having more things to do with her limited free time. Plus, sending letters to college girls hardly seems like it would give him a good public image. 

Chanyeol leans back against his chair, releasing a soft breathe as he looks around his study. Now that his book series had ended, he was free to write something new. Something fresh and exciting for his readers. He pursed his lips and gave a small spin over his chair, before coming to a halt right where he started. He needs ideas, a muse, maybe, but something to get him to start writing. 

#wrcyter

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Hanna was by no means as fragile as she appeared to be. In fact, the girl would consider herself relatively strong, what with the loss of a parent only less than a year ago and the burden of having to make a living for herself while trying her best at keeping a scholarship with which she was going to be able to graduate from one of South-Korea’s most prestigious universities. Her situation was uncertain, even more so her future, and Hanna was very well aware that just one simple flaw in the plan she had worked out for herself could lead to the collaps of the entire system and cost her more than she would dare to think about. But she was entirely unprepared for situations such as this one, and that realization hit a little too close to home.

And for the first time since the assault had taken place, she finally dared to look at her rescuer, really look at him in a manner any victim would when faced with the outcome of a situation they had been forced into against their desire. A feeling of fondness surged through her body at the thought that there were still people like him in this world, kind people who wouldn’t allow for a crime to take place in front of their very eyes. Hanna knew that this world wasn’t gentle and that some crimes were swept under the rug, ignored in favor of “other, more important business” and she was thankful that he had gone out of his way to help her, even if she couldn’t find the strength to thank him just yet.

❝No, I - I have a cell phone. I don’t want to go anywhere before I know this man has been taken into custody by the police.❞ She meant to fish out the phone out of her pocket, but her hands were still shaking so much to the point where she couldn’t bring herself to get a proper hold of the mobile device which caused for frustration to bubble up, as she clenched her hands into fists, now also having to fight tears from leaving her. ❝Why... why do such things only ever happen to me... of everyone...❞

SHE WAS UNSTABLE AND SO WAS HE. If she began to cry he was sure to lose himself in comforting her, the boy really was weak when it came to things like this. As he led her closer to the end of the alley, his arm tightened around her, making his hold more firm in case shock became too much and she fell unconscious. That thought was soon disputed by her request, Kit suddenly stopping and looking down at her directly. If the police became involved, he could very well be put on a limelight he did not need. Still.. he couldn’t do what they could. She had gone through something that would jar him for the next couple weeks, whatever outcome he got didn’t matter to the justice she deserved.

          “Yes, of course.            Did you want to go to the            car and call them there? Or..”

HE FELT HIMSELF GETTING FLUSTERED. It wasn’t every day there was a girl in his arms who was close to sobs. Kit halted as he waited for her response, not wanting her to feel rushed for they had all the time in the world. He would stay with her as long as she asked, as long as he knew this could be something for her to leave behind, then he would do what he could to bring back the light to her face. They hadn’t met in the best of terms, just two strangers who were brought together by the most distasteful of coincidences. He felt her buckle against him, instinct immediately pulling her closer.

#xkkit

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“I’ve got you, don’t worry.”

meme accepting! directed ​@myokin​!

Of all the people who could have possibly found her, it had to be Myungsoo      that type of person, who was stubborn and too proud to admit whenever he did something wrong and by god, Hanna simply couldn’t find any other way to voice what she was thinking without using the words dislike and personality in the same sentence. She knew very well that Myungsoo wasn’t a bad person by default, and that it took a lot of courage and braveness to be doing what he was doing: chasing after criminals, solving cases the police swept under the rug and bringing peace to the families of the victims.

But his occupation didn’t excuse the behavior she had deemed to be poor on multiple occasions, and that was most likely where her dislike for the detective stemmed from. Now, he had never done anything to her except tell her to toughen up in times of utter desperation and sadness, where she wanted to do nothing more than lay in bed all day and never get up, where the entire world seemed to be too heavy for her thin silhouette to carry all of its weight for much longer. Hanna knew that Myungsoo’s way of showing appreciation was through tough love, but she didn’t necessarily appreciate it that way.

In fact, she’d much rather he would just stop continuously telling her how weak she was, how she needed to improve her personality if she wanted to stop feeling so terrible all the damn time. As if she didn’t knew this already - this was, where she figured the detective within him was speaking, as opposed to the actual man behind the mask. She didn’t like that he always hid himself behind a different exterior, a facade if you will. No, Hanna didn’t like it one single bit.

❝Are you just going to laugh at me again? Or tell me that I need to stop being a crybaby? Because if that’s the case, then don’t even open your mouth to say anything else.❞

She didn’t want him to be around to see just how lost she was; how utterly fragile when all she was trying was to be strong. Myungsoo wouldn’t comprehend her situation, and she didn’t want to make him understand either. ❝Just leave me alone.❞

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[jnghnna]

Name: Jang Hanna Nickname(s): Nini Age: 20 Species: Human

p e r s o n a l .

morality. lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / grey / evil   sins. lust / greed / gluttony / sloth / pride / envy / wrath virtues.  chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice primary goals in life: i.) to find out who her biological father is. ii.) to finish college and have a job. iii.) to be happy. languages known: korean & english. secrets: she is half human, half water fae. quirks: lip biting, humming melodies. savvies: thinking rationally, having control of her emotions.

p h y s i c a l .

build: slender / scrawny / bony / fit / athletic / curvy / herculean / babyfat / pudgy / obese / other height: 168 cm weight: 54 kg scars/birthmarks: a birthmark on her left thigh in form of a teardrop. abilities/powers: being surrounded by water provides a healing type of effect on both her body and mind, she’s also prone to hearing melodies of sirens (which result in headaches), some of her dreams tend to become true in the future, is an exceptionally good swimmer, her singing voice can prove to be dangerous to men with weak minds which is a trait mostly attributed to sirens, even if she isn’t one herself & a lot more. restrictions: none known so far.

f a v o r i t e s .

favorite food. ramen. favorite drink. green tea. favorite pizza topping. fungi. favorite color. turquoise. favorite music genre. african beats, traditional central asian music, classics. favorite book genre. romance, thriller. favorite movie genre. action, romance. favorite season. spring. favorite curse word. bloody hell. favorite scent. flowers, or really just anything fresh.

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