here to get down.

when you rent a boat, it’s best to find one with the ideal dimensions and capacity. minho pays no regard to this rule of thumb as he trudges the super market with a cart half full of the cheapest beer and some apples. (he’s trying to maintain a budget, but one can only go so far with left over prize money). but back to the boat, minho had no intentions on renting one to begin with. instead, he was going to build one for the sake of ‘self-finding’ and testing whatever was left of his limitations. and with this boat, he’ll sail away, wash up on an uncharted island, and officially keep his existence to himself. now where can a guy find a decent rice cooker? 

“oh, excuse me, miss-,” upon shopping-cart collision, minho breaks straight to a dismissive apology but stops the moment he recognizes who was on the other side. “jennie? ..uh. fancy running into you here. literally.” 

[ @jkbaws ]

It was an unlikely setting to run into the certain friend, or maybe it was for her to be in such a place. She relied a lot on the small store next to YG’s building, she practically lived off of it. If they had a pointing system, she’d be onto her thousands by now, what with how long she had been a trainee — pretty much being discreet about her existence and maintaining a budget with the allowance they’d be given. Not that it was small. If compared to other trainees from other companies, maybe she was a bit pampered. She spent most of it on mobile games she hit and quit like an addiction to avoid or on clothing and accessories. 

Case and point, it was rare for her to do actual grocery shopping. The reason behind it was silly and not at the same time. Over the summer last year, she actually learned how to cook, finally. Back then, she just enjoyed it. Keyword: enjoyed. Doesn’t necessarily mean she was good at it or she always did thing right without a cookbook. But she had some inspiration for the improved skill. A person, more specifically. It wasn’t something she would admit to, though, so she did this all by herself. Now if Minho asked, she would have to just make up things along the way unless he didn’t find those small details about her. 

“Fancy.. indeed,” she says with an awkward and shy laughter, eyes forming into small crescents. “What are you shopping for?” Wrong question. Fingers crossed, she’s hoping he doesn’t ask the same one. “That’s… a lot of beer and… apples? A party? Apple themed…?”