jengjinum:

oh, shit. another weeb? seriously, that boy jaebin is more than enough of them to deal with already. just stealing a little glance at the mangas and other bullshit that the boy has lying about his dorm room sets him off with a false gag, TRIGGERED, tearing a dragged sigh from his throat and erupting his head into a gradual shake. children, them and their foolish interests towards drawn figures and inhuman fighting scenes. or romance, the worse category of them all in his opinion. thoughts of these sorts would crawl along his mind whenever he picks one up and pops it open in his lap, reading according to whatever order he pleased to read it into at that moment, even if it didn’t make any sense as he went.

the titles, names, faces, he would never remember any of them after emerging himself from the waste of time it would turn out to be in the end. mostly because he would never bother to read or memorize anything from the book to begin with, because what point was there in that, really? the word denial flickers in his head, though he swears he is anything but denying the fact that his interest catches aflame at some point. and not the bad flame, either. he would be damned if another weeb came into his life right now, ruining it with their stupid anime and making him accept his fate. but this girl was pretty, so he had no reason to sweep her away. there was no time to.

“you talking about the killer bear?” his lips draw together, then he purses them for a moment with a low reverberating hum coiling in his throat. in thought, not so deep. monokuma was a cute little shit, admittedly. pupupupu he would giggle at the end of each spoken threat. and not that vague, mediocre shit that you hear in low budget movies sometimes. the real stuff, involving real gore and danger. one thing he didn’t think of, though, was that he could potentially have been the other bear’s brother. the half-pink one… errr…. usami. his sist—

WAIT, was she already siblingzone-ing him? like this? with an anime reference?

damn. weebs.

“no, i’d rather be juzo…” the answer ‘yes’ was sitting at the tip of his tongue, but the realization makes him swallow it back, his lips folding inward and lids blinking innocently, squishing together. “he was an asshole, but still hardcore, though. my kind of guy.”

_{She wasn’t even that much into anime, there’s plenty other people more guilty to the unconventional addiction than her but she was the kind of person that went along to whatever her friends liked. Not to fit in, but to show enthusiasm over what interests them. That’s one definition of a friend to her. And generally what she expects, she tries to offer to the people that mattered. Or the ones that could potentially matter? There’s not much known about the male just yet but first impressions always gave the head-start. It’s a good one with these two despite how briefly they’ve spoken.}

_{Responds were well on his part with how she started up playful. He was a stranger after all. Anyone would have been thrown off with a random ‘ew’ but he goes along with her attempt at turning it around even if it was obvious that the meaning she shares was just an afterthought to pick it back up, cover up for her deceit.}

_{Then he follows up with a compliment. Jennie might seem uncomfortable receiving them and she would be because it really was tricky. It’s mostly on the surface, because it’s awkward to simply accept. What if they think she’s self-absorbed? She used to be that person so it wasn’t hard to draw what image people might see. And then there’s the worry that it might be sugar coated. Who knows? But deep inside, she’s bouncing on her bottom. Most everyone liked hearing good things about themselves — it’s perfectly fine.}

_{So she guesses this guy is one of them, those anime buffs. The ones who knew every single opening song; ending songs sometimes, too. All of which they’d sing passionately in a chorus down to the second voices and the bass imitations or whatever else was part of the instrumental when they’re mingled with the rest of their kind; make references to characters whenever they’re reminded; argue who the 'best girl’ is, who’s a more relevant character, and so on. The types who would invest time to sit down and watch a whole series in one go, or at least half of it — which was also perfectly fine.}

_{She had hobbies of her own that leaned towards the Japanese art genre. Apart from occasionally watching as well (usually with friends who recommended ones that she’d thought were actually worth her precious time), she played games for one. Though not much anymore with her busy schedules making that a bit of a luxury.}

_{Classic Jennie. She was subconsciously like this to everyone and she still wouldn’t be aware until it’s directly pointed out to her. This meaning she not only friendzoned guys, she would brotherzone them, fatherzone, even unclezone them regardless if she had a serious partner she was committed to. Like now, which she still found odd sometimes especially with how long they’ve been together so far and seeing as all the past ones turned out to be very ugly lessons.}

_{Even in this moment, she was unaware she was curving him. Partly because the idea that people still naturally took interest in her pretty face and celebrity status was shoved to the very back of her mind.} 

_{The mimicking of the serial killer monstrous bear laughter ensues which gets her embarrassed right away, face warming up. Burning now, actually, and it reaches her ears. “Yes, that one! I think they’re not actually… related, though. He was just possessively calling her his step-sister. So he could control over her? Kinda like an oppa-dongsaeng relationship, huh?” She says all amidst the conscious concealment of her cheek with both palms. “Correct me if I’m wrong.” The statement applies to both.}

_{She remembers clearly that guy was into another guy. So was he implying…? Probably not. “Juzo? Sakakura?” That was her making sure she has the right person in mind. She’s debating whether she should ask for clarification or leave it for later. “Hmm, I see. You’re a hardcore… asshole… then?” Now which was worse, this question or the question about his sexual orientation? Jennie, Jennie, Jennie.}