All Texts For Your New Papa 👊

♔ ♠ ☏ ☠ ✘ (( 👀i'm late to the party but i couldn't resist ))

   ●   a angry text     ━━━   ・  

⁺  💬  ›  ☢️DISASTER언니☢️.  ›  18:46  ›   OKAY 언니 I GAVE YOU THE DRESS TO WEAR NOT TO PUKE ON⁺  💬  ›  ☢️DISASTER언니☢️.  ›  18:46  ›   the dry cleaner place you went to is horrible⁺  💬  ›  ☢️DISASTER언니☢️.  ›  18:50  ›   HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO COUTURE

   ●   a drunk text     ━━━   ・  

⁺  💬  ›  ☢️DISASTER언니☢️.  ›  00:01  ›   언니 언니 언니 언니 언니 언니 !!!!⁺  💬  ›  ☢️DISASTER언니☢️.  ›  00:01  ›   i pnked on yoda⁺  💬  ›  ☢️DISASTER언니☢️.  ›  00:02  ›   ffs⁺  💬  ›  ☢️DISASTER언니☢️.  ›  00:02  ›   darth vader is aFTER ME

    a vague text     ━━━   ・

⁺  💬  ›  ☢️DISASTER언니☢️.  ›  00:18  ›   fuck world peace

   ●   a misguided advice text     ━━━   ・

⁺  💬  ›  ☢️DISASTER언니☢️.  ›  21:32  ›   learning to puke your brains out does wonders on my self esteem

   ●   a  text that should have never been sent  ━━━   ・

⁺  💬  ›  ☢️DISASTER언니☢️.  ›  00:54  ›   will you ever tire of one night fuck ups?

u alrdy kno we need all of the txts sis 💖

    ●   a morning text     ━━━   ・  

⁺  💬  ›  짱미 언니💕.  ›  06:43  ›   good morning 언니💕💕💕⁺  💬  ›  짱미 언니💕.  ›  06:43  ›   i hope you get some sleep⁺  💬  ›  짱미 언니💕.  ›  06:40  ›   i’m sorry me and junsu kept you up all night⁺  💬  ›  짱미 언니💕.  ›  06:55  ›   i made sure to leave you some food on the table to eat and some advil just in case⁺  💬  ›  짱미 언니💕.  ›  07:00  ›   have a good day 언니💕

    ●   a angry text     ━━━   ・  

⁺  💬  ›  짱미 언니💕.  ›  18:23  ›   @mmjunsu​ IS SUCH A FUCKING IDIOT 언니 🤬😡😤😠⁺  💬  ›  짱미 언니💕.  ›  18:23  ›   he just came and fucking blamed me for his pink uniform⁺  💬  ›  짱미 언니💕.  ›  18:23  ›   i’d never rat you out unnie so you’re safe⁺  💬  ›  짱미 언니💕.  ›  18:23  ›   BUT WHAT THE FUCK JUNSU IS SUCH AN ASSHOLE⁺  💬  ›  짱미 언니💕.  ›  18:23  ›  🤬🤬🤬⁺  💬  ›  짱미 언니💕.  ›  18:23  ›   he’s such a little bitch ⁺  💬  ›  짱미 언니💕.  ›  18:23  ›   I HATE HIM

    ●   a drunk text     ━━━   ・  

⁺  💬  ›  짱미 언니💕.  ›  00:01  ›   언니 언니 언니 언니 언니 언니⁺  💬  ›  짱미 언니💕.  ›  00:01  ›   itsj soooooooooooooooooooh muc h fun !!! drikknling⁺  💬  ›  짱미 언니💕.  ›  00:01  ›   I FEEEEEEEL SO FREKJIKY⁺  💬  ›  짱미 언니💕.  ›  00:01  ›   fuckk kwak ji daazm⁺  💬  ›  짱미 언니💕.  ›  00:01  ›   fuckk @mmjihye​⁺  💬  ›  짱미 언니💕.  ›  00:01  ›   1000000% fuckkkkfa em bijches⁺  💬  ›  짱미 언니💕.  ›  00:01  ›   ps dnon t blame @mmchoa​

   ●   a vague text     ━━━   ・  

⁺  💬  ›  짱미 언니💕.  ›  00:00  ›   why does nothing ever go right

    ●   a worried text     ━━━   ・

⁺  📞  ›  ( 28 ) OUTGOING CALL   ›  짱미 언니💕.  ›  VOICEMAIL.

                                           ・    ・    ・

⁺  💬  ›  짱미 언니💕.  ›  05:05  ›   i know you’re working on a very important case but you didn’t come home last night⁺  💬  ›  짱미 언니💕.  ›  05:06  ›   PLEASE CALL ME 언니⁺  💬  ›  짱미 언니💕.  ›  05:06  ›   언니, please don’t be dead in a ditch somewhere, come home

    ●   a text not meant for you     ━━━   ・

⁺  💬  ›  짱미 언니💕.  ›  22:00  ›   @mmdaeil​ is such a loser⁺  💬  ›  짱미 언니💕.  ›  22:01  ›    I’M GOING TO MAKE HIM PAY FOR BREAKING UP WITH 언니⁺  💬  ›  짱미 언니💕.  ›  22:05  ›   how?⁺  💬  ›  짱미 언니💕.  ›  22:06  ›   well obviously i’m going to mass text his phone with death threats until he a ) leaves the country b ) changes his number c ) dies d ) makes a public apology because how dare he break up with THE kwak jungmi

    ●   a sassy text     ━━━   ・

⁺  💬  ›  짱미 언니💕.  ›  03:02  ›   언니, it’s 3 in the morning⁺  💬  ›  짱미 언니💕.  ›  03:03  ›   i know you don’t sleep at night⁺  💬  ›  짱미 언니💕.  ›  03:02  ›   but some of us need sleep to function as proper humans in this lifetime

    ●   a long-winded confession text    ━━━   ・

⁺  💬  ›  짱미 언니💕.  ›  00:49  ›   ever since jihye 언니​ left i always had a feeling you’d leave me too and i wouldn’t blame you⁺  💬  ›  짱미 언니💕.  ›  00:51  ›   i know it’s so hard to deal with me i fucking know⁺  💬  ›  짱미 언니💕.  ›  00:53  ›   you put up with so much and me and junsu don’t make it easier⁺  💬  ›  짱미 언니💕.  ›  00:54  ›   so thank you so much, 언니, for still being here⁺  💬  ›  짱미 언니💕.  ›  00:55  ›   i love you so much and i really don’t know what i’d do if you were to ever leave⁺  💬  ›  짱미 언니💕.  ›  00:55  ›   everything seems to fall apart when i do things but you always make it all better you do so much and all i do is create messes for you to clean up⁺  💬  ›  짱미 언니💕.  ›  00:57  ›   can you come to my room i don’t want to sleep alone tonight⁺  💬  ›  짱미 언니💕.  ›  00:59  ›   i can’t stop crying 언니 they won’t stop⁺  💬  ›  짱미 언니💕.  ›  00:59  ›   you’re my favorite person in the whole world 언니

    ●   a misguided advice text     ━━━   ・

⁺  💬  ›  짱미 언니💕.  ›  13:08  ›   i say kick him in the balls, not like he’ll be needing them in the future

    ●   a  desperate text     ━━━   ・

⁺  📞  ›  ( 10 ) OUTGOING CALL   ›  짱미 언니💕.  ›  VOICEMAIL.

                                          ・    ・    ・

⁺  💬  ›  짱미 언니💕.  ›  09:59  ›   언니 !!! 언니 !!! 언니 !!!!!⁺  💬  ›  짱미 언니💕.  ›  10:00  ›   please tell me you’re still home⁺  💬  ›  짱미 언니💕.  ›  10:03  ›   help me, everyone said they weren’t going to vote for me for class rep⁺  💬  ›  짱미 언니💕.  ›  10:05  ›   i can’t lose this too 언니

    ●   a congratulatory text     ━━━   ・

⁺  💬  ›  짱미 언니💕.  ›  21:59  ›   congratulations 언니  🥳⁺  💬  ›  짱미 언니💕.  ›  22:01  ›   i know it’s no witch weekly spread⁺  💬  ›  짱미 언니💕.  ›  03:02  ›   but a playboy exert is nothing to be ashamed of

    ●   a  text that should have never been sent   ━━━   ・

⁺  💬  ›  짱미 언니💕.  ›  00:01  ›   everyone hates me, you hate me a little, too 헐

𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄. it’s the youth full of untied shoelaces, pinky promises and blushes alongside pleasant grins. nine is a time to be remembered and jina makes sure to savor it as best as she can. years ahead of her, and she’s sure this year will be the most memorable yet. she can just feel it in her bones. 

it’s also finely-chopped bangs cut just above the brow, hair that tickles her jaw and wondrous eyes that stare at the clock across from the hall as she awaits jiyi’s arrival. shes giddy nerves and overly-presumptuous at the front door. today was the day. jina doesn’t have many friends, but that’s okay because she has jiyi and jina wouldn’t trade the other girl for anyone in the world ( except maybe her sisters but that’s a different story, they were blood ) and while jiyi wasn’t blood nor one of her five other siblings, jina thought she came pretty close. 

when she’s not busy snaking on the treats their ahjumma had left behind in the den, jina is back to pacing in front of the door. just as anxious, just as excited as she was before. the minute hand is loud in the empty hallway and jina can’t help but watch time move just as slow as she counted down the seconds until the older girl’s arrival. 

just when she hears the bell, she’s all squeals and childish mumbles as she’s racing for the last two steps towards the door before any of her sisters, or worse, junsu comes in to interrupt them. stubby fingers and tipped toes are fumbling with the lock on the door, pushing it open slightly to peek ( because their ahjumma had always told her that it wasn’t safe to open the door for strangers, she should always look at the screen and check to see the arrival of the persons, safety first! ) but she throws caution and once confirmation is had: jina is throwing the door wide, threshold out in the open as she welcomes her friend with open arms. 

launching her small little body to collide with the other’s in a joyous embrace, arms immediately going round tiny shoulders as she jumps in place. “jiyi, you’re here!” she’s here! she’s really here! her heart soars and a part of her wants to take this happiness and bottle it up. a contagious feeling that makes even her fingertips sparkle in glee. “come inside, come inside! ahjumma made some snacks for us!” she says, hands unhook themselves from the other’s shoulders to search for a hand unto her own; tugging the other through and letting the door lock behind them. 

“i’m so happy you’re here, we can play now!”

WHERE’D YOU GO ; @mmjina​ past: 2009

jiyi is ten, and she has the world balanced neatly in her hands.

she’s all grown up – final year of grade school, and finally allowed to go over to her best friend’s house without their house elf following, all by herself. she’s prepared for every possible situation, in her magically enlarged bag: an umbrella ( in case it rains ), her phone ( to call her mum ), a jacket ( though she’s sure jina’s house won’t be cold ), four different sets of toys ( one of which is a whole kitchen play set in case they decide to play restaurant ), two gifts ( one for jina, obviously, and the other one for little junsu ) and all the snacks she could fit into the rest of the space available ( enough for a week long camping trip, probably ).

and her dress is pretty, too, just in case jina’s older sisters or her mum are in. they usually aren’t ( she’s never even seen jina’s mum, but she’s probably pretty like jina! ), but just in case, she wants to make a good impression on her first solo visit to jina’s house. so she’d picked her nicest dress in gossamer blue, with delicately hand stitched cherry blossoms and her prettiest head band that she knows will match jina’s favourite one. hopefully, jina’s mum will like her enough to invite her again, and she can have another playdate with jina, maybe even as soon as tomorrow! that thought gives her an extra bounce in her step, and she reaches jina’s doorstep right on time.

jiyi’s just tall enough to reach the doorbell on her tiptoes, and she presses the bell once before scuttling quickly to the front of the gate so jina will be able to see her. she bounces up and down on her heels, waiting for her best friend to answer the door.

she can’t wait!

letters to: unknown address

TW subtle depressive thoughts

dear jihye,

why did you leave? we were supposed to stick together.

                                                                                                    jina

                                                 ・    ・    ・

dear jihye,

you may ask me why am i writing this letter? because you never answer your fucking phone. next time you drop off the face of the earth, send a forwarding address and maybe a working phone number so we’re not all worrying our asses off thinking you’re dead in a ditch somewhere. jesus, jihye.

                                                                                                       jina

                                                  ・    ・    ・

dear jihye,

writing letters in the 21st century? what are we starved romanticists? please pick up your phone and text me back.

                                                                                      sincerely, jina

                                                  ・    ・    ・

dear jihye,

it actually pains me to pick up a pen and write this. we are living and breathing in a world with the most efficient technological advances and you’re seriously making me break out archaic methods in order to talk to you. 

i hate this, you better answer. 

miss you.

                                                                                     sincerely, jina

                                                 ・    ・    ・

dear jihye,

it’s been 210 days since i’ve last seen or heard from you. yes, i’m keeping count. i miss you, dearly, and this house is a mess, as always. but i feel like it’d be less of a mess if you were here. or maybe even messier, who knows, really. 

junsu is still the same dickhead, jimin 언니 is awol as always, jieun 언니 is off being mom’s little trophy daughter and jungmi 언니 is making headlines with her new column in playwitch, who knew writing for perverts could be so lucrative? i’m kidding, at least it was better than her sex toy advice. if you get playwitch where you are, make sure you pick up this month’s copy! i’m lowkey tempted to post it onto my story. 

have you seen my stories lately? 

                                                                 love always, your sister, jina

                                                   ・    ・    ・

dear jihye,

how are you? where are you now? is it los angeles or new york? or even paris? the post cards you send to junsu always look so much more inviting than the ones you send me. i don’t burn them, you know. i want to but .... just knowing you’re safe somewhere kind of comforts me. 

please send me more, please let me know you’re safe.

                                                               love always, your sister, jina

                                                 ・    ・    ・

dear jihye,

update: i slapped jieun 언니 at the party today. i don’t regret it but everyone is telling me i should apologize because i was the one in the wrong. but 언니, if you heard what she was saying .... i swear you’d go crazy too ... they’re all a bunch of ignorant greedmongers that it’s just nauseating to listen to and i snapped, okay? ugh, i don’t want to apologize but ...

i fucked up didn’t i?

                                                                       tell me what to do, jina

                                                 ・    ・    ・

dear jihye,

it’s getting cold here in seoul. i wish i was somewhere tropical like boracay or bali. tell me where you are so we can go together ❤︎

                                                               love always, your sister, jina

                                                ・    ・    ・

dear jihye,

i need advice: what’s it feel like to fall in love?

                                                               love always, your sister, jina

                                                ・    ・    ・

dear jihye,

i just wanted to let you know i won the running for the fourth year class representative. it was a landslide, can you believe it?

are you proud of me?

                                                               love always, your sister, jina

                                               ・    ・    ・

dear jihye,

update: love sucks. it sucks, it sucks, it sucks. 

                                                              love always, your sister, jina

                                               ・    ・    ・

dear jihye,

언니, something happened. please contact me asap.

                                                                                    it’s urgent, jina

                                                 ・    ・    ・

dear jihye,

the new season of produce started and why is it always the untalented ones that are the cutest? is it something about not being able to sing a tune that just becomes my siren song? is that dramatic or gross? 

maybe it’s because i know i’d carry the weight in the relationship either way, hm.

                                                                love always, your sister, jina

                                                  ・    ・    ・

dear jihye,

i wish you took me with you, i’m slowly seeing the colors of my life fade to black and i don’t know who to tell. i feel like you’d understand, but you’re not here.

you’re never here.

write back, please.

                                                               love always, your sister, jina

                                                 ・    ・    ・

dear jihye,

you know how gretchen weiners said why didn’t everyone just stab caesar? well that’s my Mood today or everyday. missing you again today, have you gotten my last letter, by the way?

                                                                love always, your sister, jina

                                                 ・    ・    ・

dear jihye,

i’m not fine, and it’s starting to get harder to pretend i am. i feel so much uncontrollable anger swell up within me and i can’t stop it when i let it out. i can see the people around me grow to hate me more and more and i can’t do anything to stop that. maybe i’m careless, too nonchalant, maybe i can do something but what would be the use?

they’re so used to me being this way, maybe it’s better off that i’m hated.

what do you think, 언니?

                                                                                       sincerely, jina

                                                ・    ・    ・

dear jihye,

it’s been a year, when are you coming back?

                                                                                 let me know, jina

BUDDING PARALLELS

similar but not quite the same, virtually so; but frankly, not enough. see also: jina and @mmyuanlan before the peace treaty, the glo-up, and insert the manic one on one competition between the two smartest girls in their cohort. CIRCA 2017

𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍, you want to be better than the rest. 

you read books until they’re practically imprinted in your mind. you close your eyes and your mind still runs a mile a minute, keep up, keep up -- they taunt you. you’re to be the best, not ahead of the curve, you are the curve. self-awareness is second to self-egos; pampered and bruised. tossed to wolves and torn apart all for the sake of an outstanding academic reputation. the next day, it will begin again.

it’s a repetitive cycle, the slate is never clean, it’s darkened with blood and sweat and tears jina never cries because her eyes are bloodshot and her smile is strained. but she raises her hand high, shoulder brush, maybe a little too passive-aggressively against another’s. she doesn’t spare the slightest glance backwards as her name is spoken like a spell, like it’s obvious that she would be the first to come up with the answer. 

like it’s expected, because she was kwak jina. 

this was her reputation. untainted by her mother’s crimes, unhindered by the legacies her sisters unravel: no -- kwak jina is unlike her sisters before her. she is not serious, she is not fun personified; she’s not a breath of fresh air nor does she excel at escapism. 

she’s haughty, possessive, temperamental and withers at the lack of attention. above all, she is an egoist. she wants to be the best, second in line had never been her frame of work nor would she bow down to someone like -- she blinks, smile ripe against bright teeth -- someone like yuanlan. the name rolls off her tongue as she stares at the list of students, written off by examination scores and paired like cattle for their latest DADA practicum. unlike last time, perhaps the advantage had been lost.

because right next to yuanlan’s was her own -- she bites back a groan, heavily feeling her eyes roll to the back of her head as she turns to stare the other down, arms crossed before she makes up her mind and makes the first move. “it appears,” she breathes through her nose, trying to calm the flares of annoyance already prickling at the back of her neck. “the professor thought it was wise to pair us up for today’s practicum.” her tone is flat, a declaration of if you fuck this up -- i’ll fuck you up whispered between unwritten lines. 

If the moon smiled, she would resemble you. You leave the same impression Of something beautiful, but annihilating.

— Sylvia Plath, from The Rival

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it was funny how things could fall into place so easily; how things could pick up from where they left off, without any thought of the circumstances prior.

(like how he’d shared an uncharacteristically emotional reunion with his sister; and then he was sitting at the kitchen island moments later, stuffing his puffy face with breakfast as she slipped back out into obscurity. don’t mention it to anyone just yet, she’d made him promise, but it seemed like the idea was already obliterated as he burned his tongue on seaweed soup).

and things went back to normal, like always.

maybe he should’ve taken it as a sign, when he walked into the apartment and was greeted with absolute silence— like the calm before the storm, it lulled him into a false sense of security as he kicked off his shoes comfortably and left a trail of his belongings on his way to the rec room.

maybe he should’ve been more cautious when he found a full, unopened bag of shrimp crackers and pepero sticks— a rarity in the kwak household— and it seemed like the stars were all aligned for him when he opened the fridge and his favourite banana milk was stocked on the top shelf.

(ahjumma must’ve gone shopping, was what he had thought, when he should’ve realized: ahjumma had bought him his last meal).

the alignment of the stars were clear now as kwak junsu took a fistful of shrimp crackers as he paused his video game, and the doorknob twisted open to reveal the grim reaper.

junsu could easily recognize the stages of kwak jina’s wrath, but the look she gave him from the threshold as he stared back at her with doe-eyes wide open and mouth agape, was positively lethal.

it felt like an eternity as he wracked his brain for the things he could’ve done wrong, a single  cracker from the bunch in his fist falling down into his lap.

(after quickly assessing and reassessing his memory, kwak junsu found that he didn’t know what it was his sister was staring at him like she would kill him for, but after sixteen years of being the youngest, he quickly moved on to his second option: run).

“noona, hold up—”

the shrimp crackers all fell to the floor as kwak junsu tossed the game controller to the side, jumping up onto the couch and stumbling as he tripped over his own lanky legs. he tripped over the edge and quickly shot back up as he hid behind the couch: his only line of defense from kwak jina’s blazing stare.

𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐃, jina has two different type of aggressions. it wasn’t out of norm for one of them to be tickled on the daily. that one didn’t involve the throbbing of a vein against the very shell of her forehead, it didn’t include the rush of adrenaline into her bloodstream nor did it reap of deadly intentions. 

no, that one was harmless in comparison to the aggression she felt swelling against her conscience. the one telling her that poor, innocent junsu looked scared to death. that perhaps, he didn’t deserve jina whatever jina had in store for settling whatever had set her off today.

of course her conscience was an idiot.

and jina full-heartedly believed whatever intentions she had in mind were rightfully just. especially when she was mad.

but no, jina wasn’t just mad -- she was pissed. 

she, of course, was fair in her approach. far more than she thinks she should have been. maybe she was feeling merciful, or maybe she just enjoyed the way her little brother seemed a second close to shitting himself. she didn’t enjoy scaring him, but the fear in his eyes did give her a different type of high.

for now, she feels every type of emotion welling up within her. remnants of her conversation ( if you could call a screaming match in the middle of the courtyard a ‘conversation’ ) with jihye still fresh on the skin. the tears she had cried a dried up path to where blurred eyeliner and smudged mascara lay. the obviousness of her distress a second contender for the anger that blazed in her eyes was much more prevalent, obvious in the way she stalked into the rec room; fingers pushing the door open further to make her way inside. 

“why are you backing up, junnie?” she blinks, voice a notch softer than it should be; coupled by the innocence dripping from her tone and the nickname she hardly uses, jina tilts her head. the venom in her expression says enough to warrant the activation of the fight or flight instinct, this she is sure -- watching his expression react in comparison has jina taking another step closer. “did you do something wrong?” 

she takes one more step, fingers reaching out to grab the discarded controller, tinkering with the buttons, a single glance made to the device before her glare returns to him. 

“don’t you have something to tell me?” timbre is soft, a false sense of security lulled into her voice as she takes another step closer; grasp tightening against the controller with each step before stopping just short of the couch he hid behind.

if he wanted to run, she’d give him a head start. 

REPERCUSSIONS

hi guys !! i’m ume (21+, pst!) and this is another one of kwak jidam’s unfortunate children !!! ( i’m kidding but rly not their whole family is a lit revolt and we LOVE it ) aka kwak jina, she’s the second to last child! there’s more info under the cut as well as plots but pls like and i’ll definitely jump into your dms for some quick one on one 🤪🤪🤪

again, kwak jina : mambo numba 5 kwak 5 canon for ref!

another one of kwak jidam’s kids ( probably among the ones who resent her the most)

don’t get her wrong she Loves her family ( but they can overwhelm her )

safe to say that her childhood wasn’t Great bc of her mom is an understatement

she lost a LOT of friends bc of her mom aka a lot of kids’ parents would tell their kids to not play with her which led to a lot of sad conversations of “sorry jina, we can’t play anymore bc my mom said your mom is a bad person” and as a kid you just think bad person = Evil aka jina slowly becoming to resent her mom more and more bc of her ‘Evil’ ways

she kind of has it twisted in her head that her mom is selfish and greedy but she also doesn’t quite Get her mother or her reasoning behind doing what she does ( nor does she really care at this point )

she never really grows out of that same resentment but it’s more like she just ignores her mom and goes out of her way to Disassociate herself from anything that has to do with kwak jidam

aka the reincarnation of kwak jina !!! aka straight O’s in all her exams ; definitely part of the top 5% of her class because what is kwak jina without her sparkling grade point average !! 

an over-achieving sob who’s a tad catty but y’know what if people are talking about her grades or the cute boy she’s dating or her pretty smile the less they’re talking about her Ruined family

her attitude isn’t all that great tbh she’s a bit blunt and not at all Grade A Friendly when it comes to first encounters but first impressions are always blown away by her smile !!!

but when a bish opens her mouth it’s like Lmfao, who you ???

she’s really self-conscious and it shows a good 66% of the time, she’s always making sure she’s not catching herself slipping bc girl always has to be Pretty, Perfect, Poised !! 

aka her trying her hardest to Not be like her mom

( but lbr she’s probably more like her mom than she realizes but like Hell will she ever admit or see to that reasoning )

personally she’s 0 to 100 on the hostility scale if you say her name and her mom’s name in the same sentence

she wishes she was the hbic but she’s so much of a try hard that she’s just a Bitch

but like an ogre, jina has layers and at her core i promise she’s as sweet as cotton candy

but lbr she probably reserves that spot for her siblings and like 2.5 others

HC: like the rest of her siblings she’s got divination down to a Pat but girlie hates her mom so she Purposely failed divination class once ( bc thats all her pride would allow her ) as a sign of protest

also some yosul info:

fourth year , cheong ryeong , kwak family legacy ( ew lmfao )

electives: dada, wizarding literature, care of magical creatures

PLOTS

old childhood friends who’ve since became estranged because of familial influence aka among the throng who slapped a “i’m sorry jina, my parents said your mom is icky so i can’t play with you anymore” and yeeted outta there

thick as thieves friends ( bc we all know jina doesn’t have a lot of them ) but pls give this Gross girl a friend who’ll stay w her through thick and thin she’s sick of ppl leaving her

ppl she can actually break down in front of bc she feels stress keeping up w everyone’s expectations of who she is and how her family is and she’s kind of SIck of pretending to be this Perfect Person but she keeps it up bc it’s better than hearing the nasty things about her

self-preservation at its finest

so someone who just breaks it down to her that she doesn’t need to be this person ( while she won’t listen,, u know Effort Counts )

exes? girl has trust issues that’s for sure and that has definitely leaked into her love life making most if not all her rls not work out bc she fears they’re going to leave her or find something about her that they suddenly don’t like so she’s really out here beating them to the punch

ok but an ex who she was so reluctant to break up with but she Did it anyways because she’s hard to please but she’s lowkey still in love with them but she’s too Stubborn to fuckin!! admit!! she !! was !! wrong !!

ok but pls give me someone jina punched bc she was angry and she misplaced her anger onto you by accident !1!! has she apologize d ??? oof we dunno 👀

ok but also someone who fucks around w jina bc they know this complex of hers and just has fun with playing w her heart ( yes Destroy Her !!! )

fwb !! cute fluffy rls ( for the 2.5 ppl who were able to peel her layers ) !! 

people she tutors bc jina w that sparkling gpa doesn’t mind doing God’s work and helping the unfortunate 

omg pls give me pureblood family turmoil aka if your pureblood family hates jina’s mom lMFAO RIP INTO JINA even tho jina would be like dude you don’t like my mom? Lmfao Same! but that would be funny

an extension to the last bullet = ppl who view jina as an extension of her mom and her reputation ( jina would grow to hate you but lbr we think you deserve it a little if you do this )

if you’re on the varisty quidditch team ,,, you’ve probably seen her with her brother junsu checking out the Talent 👀aka You, you’re the talent

insert: you said something and jina just RiPPED into you and to this day you’re like wtf? u crazy fsadjkasda*sfhdsjf

HER FAMILY PLS COME !!11! CONTROL JINA !!1! bitch needs to chill but she can’t find her fucks

tbh we’re down for anything and everything !!1! we’re just Hyped to be here !!!

shit this got long im Sorry fam

REPERCUSSIONS

an unintended consequence occurring after an event, especially an unwelcome one. see also: jina and @mmjunsu amidst one of jina’s blind rages.

𝐒𝐇𝐄’𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆. jina’s all but slamming doors: dressed in devastation, anger and all the things in between that make her see red; that cause shadows to carve out streaks into her cheek from the tears she had hastily brushed away. vulnerability was a skin she wore well, but hostility fit her like a glove.

wood braces against wood as she crosses each and every threshold they owned, with no sign of the person she was searching high and low for. whether he was hiding very well or he truly wasn’t here. it was like a game of hide and seek, pursuing the hidden in the depths of their condo was frustrating and the longer it took to find junsu, the angrier she grew.

jina was furious, and self-righteously so. 

if her temperament could be akin to temperature, she was sure she’d be boiling over -- red in the face, steam comically filtered from her ears. but no, this wasn’t some comical fantasy land with happy endings and shallow life stories. no, this was real life and surely, at this moment, jina could only see the negatives in it.

starting with the fact that junsu -- oh, junsu -- had committed one of the most heinous crimes against her. 

a crime he would pay for right now: the scene opens up, a door unlocked and fingers curling around the knob. her frame, while small in comparison, towers threatening in the doorway as she stares at him head-on. a glower, of the sorts, marked onto his profile; bared teeth and all, jina was pissed.

and if looks could kill, junsu would quite permanently be dead right now.