Showing posts with label coa: song hae-jin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label coa: song hae-jin. Show all posts
Sunday, August 21, 2016
Saturday, August 20, 2016
Presence: A Blogsary Short
Atlanta, GA
United States of America
February 2017
“You have to admit that it was a pretty bold choice,” Eun-seok commented. Jin-kyong could only smile. “And I’m surprised that the higher ups were okay with you choosing to, you know. Doing that.”
“They’re not that cold-hearted.” she rolled her eyes and nudged him to a nearby coffee shop, “Now let’s eat. Please? I’m feeling a little hungry from that.”
“Got’cha.” the two entered, Jin-kyong sighing happily and immediately going towards the front to order. He watched her with a tiny smile before following, seeing the barista go a little starstruck at the sight of the two of them.
Eventually they were seated at one of the booths, Jin-kyong sipping at her drink. Eun-seok glanced at his phone. “The twins want to hang out here for lunch. You game for staying a little bit more?” she nodded and he sent an affirmative text back at Hae-won, then turned his attention back to Jin-kyong.
It almost felt normal, he decided. His eyes fell on her, the latter absentmindedly reading something on her phone. It almost felt like a normal day; they were busy chilling during one of their freer weekends, acting as if they were happy for once.
(It nearly felt like Soo-yeon was still there.)
Friday, August 19, 2016
Thursday, August 18, 2016
In Grief: A Blogsary Short
The twins deal with their grief in
different, varying ways.
Hae-jin expresses her remorse online,
through Twitter and Instagram. What follows is a sequence of memories;
different unseen, filtered images as well as short videos lasting five seconds
but meaning the world. After the memories and the tweets, she tells that she
would stay off social media for as long as she needed.
@HJinnies:
need a break from social media for a bit. i promise that i’ll come back soon.
it’s what’s needed at the moment. hope you all understand. <3
Thankfully, the fans gave the space she
needed. Hae-jin was seen much less after that; there wasn’t much media on her
nor was there any reports on her brother. Most of the time, the two stayed
either indoors or hanging around Eun-seok. They continued going to work, but
the atmosphere and their mood was obviously subdued. She wore darker clothing,
laughed less, and her smile was a bit dimmer, lacking its usual shine.
She stayed with Hae-won more, and they
relied on each other until they were sure they were ready to start moving in
the right direction.
Wednesday, August 17, 2016
Tuesday, August 16, 2016
#SquadGoals: A Blogsary Short
i.
Jin-kyong’s Instagram follower count is
already at its thousands when she decides to pursue modeling as an actual
career.
She can’t remember the fine details of her
first venture onto the photography-based social media platform, but she knows
that it had something to do with wanting to show how she styled her outfits.
Lee Jin-kyong always had a certain eye for clothing and how to match; before
she knew it, her follower count burst and she found herself posting other
pieces of photography as well.
Eventually she found herself gearing
towards aesthetic-related posts. 2015 was the year when flatlaying exploded,
and she found herself bewildered at how everyone liked this clean style. So she
tried it, found herself hooked, and incorporated it into her blogging.
She found fame on Instagram but it wasn’t
enough to pay the bills; Jin-kyong, like any other millennial who was in need
of cash, found herself flying from one job to another. Retail was a bitch (and
so were the other customers), she was too nervous for something fast-paced like
being a barista, and more than anything, she found herself too proud to go to
her family and ask for a little more cash while she tried to make it out there
in the world.
As nice as being Instafamous was, it didn’t
really pay the bills. Sponsorships weren’t flying her way and neither were
people who wanted to collaborate. Other bloggers got their deals with various
makeup brands—makeup brands!—but she found herself stuck and unsure of what to
do next.
That was until Kim Soo-yeon, a close friend
she had maintained throughout her younger years, stuck her in one of her
YouTube vlogs one morning.
Wednesday, July 27, 2016
Saturday, February 20, 2016
Assistance: A Russie Features Short
Jin-kyong’s Apartment
Atlanta, GA
United States of America
December 2016
“Kyongsies?”
Jin-kyong barely lifted her head. The sound
of footsteps filled the apartment and Song Hae-jin peeked at the form on the
couch, a paper bag of takeout food in her arms. “Hae-won and Eun-seok are
coming in a bit,” she continued despite the lack of answer from the other girl.
“Eun-seok told me that you needed help getting your apartment back in top
shape.”
“I don’t need help.” Despite that, Hae-jin
set the paper bag down on the coffee table and searched for the cleaning
supplies. “Hae-jin…”
“Don’t worry about it, Kyongsies.” She
paused to look at the other and flashed a small, genuine smile. “I’ll get it
done. You can stay there and rest all you want while we wait for the other two
to arrive. Okay?”
The darker-haired model’s expression didn’t
change. She merely gave a brief nod and turned on her side, curling up on the
couch and pulling the blankets over her head. The smile on her face
disappearing, Hae-jin sighed and resumed looking for the necessary tools needed
in order to tidy up the other’s apartment.
In the span of an hour, Hae-jin had managed
to make the place a little more decent. She had done a quick sweep of the floor
and wiped off the counters, humming softly as she picked up whatever trash she
could find and throwing it away. In the bathroom, she had wiped whatever she
could, spraying a can of air freshener wherever she could.
Hae-jin wondered if cleaning up Jin-kyong’s
bedroom was a good idea and for the moment, decided against it. She was left
staring at the white door. “She isn’t staying in her own room for some reason,”
she muttered, then took a chance and decided to come in.
From the couch, Jin-kyong barely stirred.
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