wen junhui, seventeen's mother figure, 1/4 of the performance unit, #chinaline, aspiring actor, third good looking ninenty-six, a wushu-warrior, and blood type b.
* “Yah, yah– More than five hundred? Do you want me to smack you?” I raised my arm with my fingers clenched together and gritted teeth.
— “Think about the f i v e h u n d r e d pieces of poop you have to pick up!”
( 俊 ) — Figure swept to the side, wincing, the fervent expression he once
sported, musing about the handful of canines he would want to adopt.
“Why not?” the question curled at the end, accented. “We’ll get my members, and noona’s members.” he added, his dictation slurred, albeit his gentle tones.
“Poop not a problem,” his sentence
missing a grammatical verb.
“I’m starting to think I should invest in some armor or something– you know, just in case I do end up going over to your school for a performance or whatnot.” She jokes. “Have to protect myself from danger, you know.”
( 俊 ) — Discreetly, he hid a smile, head swiping down. Of course her witty counter was somehow humorous to Jun. “Yeah, Euhna- ssi wouldn’t want to go back home with a few bumps.”
SHE FOUND his attitude to be quite charming, glad to have such an enthusiastic fan. “I’ve seen you perform before! Wah, this amazing… are you really a fan of me?” Palms crept up as she covered her cheeks, the same ecstatic expression on her face. “I’m your noona, right?”
( 俊 ) — “Hm! I am, I was rooting for noona to win,” and the reason obstructed by his kind words were the fact that she
seemed so strong during the pilot episode
of the aforementioned show. Approaching
her in such a gingerly manner seemed to
be working. “Nayeon-noona, yes, older!” Jun nodded, “Ah! My bad, I’m, ah.. Jun!” his introduction drawled due to a light and slurred Chinese accent. “My group just performed, actually. What brings you
here, backstage?”
“I think the reign of Ivan the Terrible is my least favorite.” She answers promptly, a grim smile illuminating upon her face. “You said that right, don’t worry about it. Are you comfortable in another language? I can switch if you’d like.” After all, she can speak and read every language known to man.
( 俊 ) — Ivan the Terrible.. Comparatively, he was just as infamous as his Chinese counterpart, Emperor Yang of the short-lived Sui dynasty.
Taken aback, he would have to take up the offer ever so kindly
given. “Ah.. Mandarin, please?” Junhui angles his head to the side, a bashful grin toothy.
“I don’t have a favorite dynasty, Junhui-ah,” She purses her lips, “There are too many dynasties that fascinate me.” That I’ve lived through is what she wanted to say, though, it would create an awkward situation.
( 俊 ) — It was understandable, the older woman’s counter. The Chinese history has had its fair share of vibrant eras.
“But.. if I may ask, what’s your least favourite?” the
translated Korean running through his head twice in
a repetitious loop. “Oh, did I say that right?”
Luhan glanced up from his coffee, a curious look on his face. It wasn’t often that he heard Chinese, especially not profanity as his parents hadn’t condoned swearing in their household. “Are you having some trouble?” He asked the stranger, figuring there was no other reason he would have said something like that out of the blue.
( 俊 ) — Once again, he was greeted by the unfamiliar language, he decided to speak in his own mother tongue “Excuse me, do you speak Mandarin?” and whilst waiting for the reply, a shaky gaze scanned the open and sun-soaked corner.
“Yeah! I recall– it was
one of the greatest eras of orderly government and social stability in human history.” she states confidently with a gentle smile.
( 俊 ) — “Yeah, great prosperity, actually,” the centerized topic brought a discreet smile upon his lips. His motherland was greatly missed, “Is it your favourite dynasty, noona?”
PAUSING THE game that had captivated her attention on her hand-held device she now looked up, meeting the gaze that had been unknowingly on her. “Aw, really? You think so?” She couldn’t hold back a grin from the compliment, a gummy smile starting to shine through. “You’re really handsome too, sunbae!”
( 俊 ) — Her familiar rounded visage had caught his attention during the survival show, SIXTEEN. Given the chance to approach her, he straightened his posture, a sheepish smile still firm on his lips, “’Sunbae’?” he slightly leaned in, inquiring,
“Ah, me! Oh!” the sudden realization etched upon
his face. “I’m a fan!”
