Pacific Pride

dreamer. reader. traveler. everything has its place, and its place its own everything. [ insta : @pacificsong ] [ website : pacific-air.com ]

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"I have the power of a thousand unicorns."

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[ past ; 2009 ]

song jaegu only giggled on two occasions: if he was high on drugs (which he hadn’t taken in about a week), and drunk. tonight had him suffering from both, and it wasn’t much of an addiction as it was a hobby. besides, he’d always been told he had too many brain cells; since he couldn’t give it to other people, might as well get rid of them to please the few that he hung out with.

and he giggled now, at his friend’s statement, though the sound was completely drowned out by the music around them. still, jaegu’s hand covered his mouth, the other landing on his friends shoulder. “dude, i think you need to go home!”

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@247belle:

belle stared at him, a look of disgust on her face. she didn’t call him over this early in the morning for such a bad joke. “shut up jaegu,” she mumbled, scrolling through her instagram feed while laying on her white leather couch. joking about such a thing was low, even for him. sure, their parents often joked about it but they never took it serious. belle’s mother might adore jaegu, but it would be weird for all of them if they actually did such a thing. “i didn’t ask you to come here to tell me bad jokes i invited you over so we can go get some brunch.”

oh, how he wished he was joking. his parents absolutely adored belle -- thought the world of her, and thought her ideal for him. his mother, especially. god only knew how often his and her mother spoke to each other while he was overseas. thinking about it now almost made him shudder. but he tried to keep his cool, as he always tried to do around belle (though, more often than not, it didn’t exactly work). “much as i wished i was joking, i’m not,” he told her, standing there with his hands in his pockets and his eyes hoping to bore holes in belle’s skull. maybe that’d get him out of this nightmare. “my mother called me over breakfast about it, yelling in my ear and everything. and how come you haven’t had yours yet? what time did you wake up, you slob?”

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247jaejoong:

@247jaegu

A young man was carrying the weight of his heart in his hands. Fingers seemed to curl gently around the throbbing organ to keep it from falling apart and shattering on the squeaky clean ballroom floor. Unsteady feet brought him further and deeper into the room, as knees seemed to jitter and eyes searching but remaining unfocused on a path Jaejoong was attempting to make. The man’s blond hair was slightly ruffled by the night’s air, and the images it had brought were still deeply imprinted into his retina. Jaejoong’s view became blurry, his gaze glassy as he gasped at the sudden intense pain he felt in his heart.

He had only known her for a few weeks, and yet a few weeks was all it took for the man to fall. The blond had stumbled time and time again, had felt the heat rise from the pits of his stomach to his high cheekbones. Had felt his heart leap at the mere sight of her and experienced a tingling sensation in his finger tips every time she had been near. Jaejoong had been - no, still was - completely smitten. And one kiss had completely destroyed him. It hadn’t been theirs.

Jaejoong’s gaze followed a bright smile, watched as a smiling Bora crossed his line of vision before she disappeared. Memories flooded his mind of a perfect relationship that wasn’t mean to last, before once again the images of that night from a dark-haired beauty with a man that wasn’t him told him that a future relationship would be just as unlucky as his past one. It had become difficult to breathe. The blond made his way to where he had always felt safe, closer to the walls and into a dark corner of the suddenly too impressive ballroom. As he let his hazel eyes once again take in the scenes before him he realised with a start as he watched mouths move and eyes twinkle that for once, he truly loathed to be deaf. 

How he had wished to yell. Yell at the man who had stolen Mina’s affections, to shout at her for stealing his kiss, only to give it to another mere minutes later. How he wanted to scream at those who had wronged him, those who couldn’t and wouldn’t love him and how he wished for some miracle cure just to hear the voices of those that mattered to him. Jaejoong’s sadness made a turn as his eyes followed his friend Jiyong, and his date Gayoon, who were dancing intimately - having completely forgotten his existence for a moment. Jaejoong would give everything just to hear their voices, and Seunghyun’s. The blond melancholic thoughts brought him back to romance, and he realised with a start that he would give his life to be able to feel and experience what Jiyong and Gayoon were experiencing right at that moment - to be able to feel loved, desired by someone else.

there was too many people, all at the same time, and not many of them he took a particular liking to. or even knew for that matter. but he supposed he stood out like this, all pastel pink and white loafers and the splash of red right at his chest. everyone else was, quite frankly, extremely boring with clothes choices. he was expecting someone to at least come in dressed as cupid, though he supposed that was too much to hope for in this city -- hell, this country.

as his father would say: he’d gotten a taste of liberalism, of the lack of many social values and the abundance of unspoken social laws that it was almost hard to go back to this country that seemed foreign, yet was also entirely home. jaegu pinned it as some kind of fucked-up culture shock that he needed to get over, and quickly. he couldn’t keep doing business if he didn’t even know how to show respect the way people here expected him to.

jaegu found himself at the bar soon enough; fuck belle, who told him off for drinking. he could drink however much he wanted. but there was this asshole who suddenly decided to stop moving -- everyone was moving! why wasn’t he?! and jaegu meant to tell him off, he really did, except he noticed the look in the male’s eyes and knew it too well. 

instead of pushing the guy to the side, like he would usually do, his hand landed at the male’s shoulder instead, trying to get his attention. though, over this music and the noise of the guests around them, he figured it would be a little hard to hear his offer. so jaegu pointed at where the drinks all were, ready for the taking, and gave the best smile he could muster: “you look like you could use a drink, buddy.”

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walking disappointment

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“but you’re my pop of red for valentine’s day!” belle did have some sort of valentine’s day colour on her; pale pink nails but that wasn’t shit people normally looked at as part of an outfit. and of course, jaegu all decked in a pale pink suit with a dash of red with his tie made the perfect arm candy accessory to be all festive for the ball. 

she grimaced, but did what he asked (mostly because she had no choice since he literally forced her face closer towards him). “what is that?” she questioned, pulling away from him. “you smell actually decent for once.” she joked, paying no attention to his arm draped around her shoulders; belle already knew that if it wasn’t such a big event that her hair would be a big mess by now. 

“already drinking?” she eyed the glass of alcohol in his hand. “song jaegu, your mother wouldn’t approve.”

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of course he would be nothing more than arm candy -- another accessory for her outfit. it wasn’t as if he drove her all the way here or anything, no. so her comment really accomplished making him roll his eyes at her, if that was her intent. but she wasn’t the only one who could find other people useful; he needed a bit of praise to stroke his ego, since they were on this roll of using-each-other-for-their-own-purposes. all in a day’s work.

“i smell decent always,” he told her petulantly, letting her go once her compliment (he took it as one) reached him from all the way down there. her little criticism made him click his tongue against the roof of his mouth, and out of spite he drank some more. “yeah, what’re you gonna do about it? tell on me? why don’t you go get one too?”

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“ I never c a r e d much for these things anyway . ”  - SJG , 2k16

song jaegu made sure to have a little bit of red in his attire. after all, what was valentines day without the colour of passion?

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walking disappointment

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247belle:

@247jaegu

“doesn’t this remind you of the fancy party our parents threw and that we had to go when we were like five and seven?”

 in all honesty, a lot of belle’s childhood memories somehow involved jaegu in them. oh, who is this random little boy in this photo of her and her parents? that’s just jaegu because her parents adored him so much. ah, belle’s ninth birthday dinner… oh there’s jaegu! it’s gotten to the point people truly believed they were either 1. related by blood somehow or 2. in an arranged marriage and have known one another since childhood.

playing with the tulle of her gown of the night, she grinned at the male as the two walked made their way into the mansion for the ball that was the talk of the social circle and seemed fairly safe for their first, real appearance back in korea. wearing a mask should definitely make things a little easier and less awkward. especially if people were still bringing up that rumour of her getting an abortion in the states or that she had a three year old child living in new york being raised by a nanny full time. 

“so, will you be utterly ditching me afterwards and getting a little after party hook up?” she questioned, raising an eyebrow to the male. “because if your answer is yes, let me know now so i won’t be utterly disappointed in you.”

“no.”

it was a total lie, and a retort that came to him easily. belle asking him a question? no, definitely not, was the automatic answer. jaegu didn’t even bother listening to whatever it was she said, and instead agitatedly sipped on his drink. ah, alcohol: it didn’t talk as much, and he didn’t get tired of it.

(jaegu would never admit that he didn’t get tired of belle either, no matter how many antics she pulled and all the annoying little habits she had. nope, never going to admit it.)

“of course i will. i’m not going to stay with you all night!” he answered, finally smiling, only to reach over and drape an arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer and making it seem as scandalous as it could be. also, he wanted to annoy her. “c’mon, smell me. i bought this new cologne, right, and it lasts for, like, three days even after you shower. smells good, eh?”

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intro to don’ts.

@247jaegu

the night is young, the place where the ball is held looks neat, and hyeri is overwhelmed by the elegant aesthetic. everyone looks either wonderful or expensive or (most likely) both. as amazing as everything is, she can’t help but think of this as one big cliche marathon that would make her self-conscious.

the girl arrived without a date; so far she only knows that her friend belle is there, which pretty much puts more pressure on her, not knowing any other attendees. after small adventures and incidents of clumsiness, compliments and complaints, she finally feels that maybe this isn’t so bad and she can feel comfortable breathing.

…at least until she spotted some guy gazing at her from afar. the last time she’s ever felt flustered from being watched was when she was seven in elementary, unsurprisingly during a valentine’s day party. she feels as suspicious now as she did back then. but this is a ball. hyeri won’t be shocked that anybody will go buckwild as the evening goes on, but now she expects a bunch of gentlemen having small talk or maybe a dance (good god, she hopes not).

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he’d come here to make appearances, and dick around; nothing too serious. he didn’t even expect people to remember him. he was generally older by a year or two (or more than that, which made him feel extremely old) than most of the young adults that had attended this party anyway, so there was no point in trying to figure out who was who (aside from belle, who...was off somewhere, and he didn’t have any inclination whatsoever to find as of yet).

jaegu hadn’t expected anyone to seem extremely familiar, but -- some force of nature (fate? destiny? a growing ache in his neck? pure boredom with present company?) prompted him to look around, and in doing so caught sight of someone who did seem achingly like --

no, it couldn’t be. the eye contact was definitely a weird occurrence, though, and something that begged to be investigated. bidding a quick goodbye and a ‘call me?’ to the woman he had been conversing with (and not exactly bothering to leave his number with her), he made his way through the crowd, grabbing a flute of champagne on his way to the petite woman in the red dress to accompany the one that he already had in his hand.

and he approached her with the one he had just gotten, giving a smile that was as warm as he could muster, and be patient enough to give. “would you like a drink? you seem to be a little late to the party.”

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you again?

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247belle:

“it was just god telling me i wasn’t ready and that it was a good idea to keep my personal driver song jaegu around a bit longer,” she hummed, jiggling the keys in her hand. of course, an obnoxious fendi fur ball keychain was hanging off her car keys. “plus, won’t it be fun to ride in my new car? so much better than just a plain old taxi service.” 

belle scoffed at his extremely rude, but extremely true comment. hell, she needed help getting two suitcases up to her room. “i would probably be able to hold like… one of the bags. like the lightest one, and you could have carried everything else.” she sighed, weaving through the crowd towards the airport parking lot. “so… look!” she said, pointing to her new  car in excitement. the white audi q5 was probably not the best option for the small country korea, but ever since learning that big cars were the safest,there was no way she was going to drive a tiny sports car again. 

he would tell her how much she sounded like a child, but he’d sound redundant, and annoying, and too much like his mother. so he kept his mouth shut and rolled his eyes and followed her to wherever it was she parked; hopefully, he didn’t have to cover her ass if she damaged any of the cars she parked next to.

“i’d trust your car to hold my bags inside of it,” he retorted easily, looking at the vehicle anyway, and letting out a soft whistle at the look of it. heck, jaegu even paused to admire it, making sure that his luggage wasn’t in the way of any cars and taking a small, leisurely walk around the possible death machine at the hands of belle and her fur keychained-keys. “nice. did you make it white to make sure other people can’t see bird shit on it, because...uh...that isn’t gonna work. i’m surprised you haven’t scratched it yet -- and! you parked properly!” he grinned at her, and made pinching gestures with his hands as he walked towards her again, making his intentions clear. “good job!”

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you again?

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247belle:

“your mother’s great idea that your father agreed would be a wonderful idea,” belle batted her eyelashes, smiling at the older male who had his typical annoyed expression on his face. clearly a few years away from her didn’t change a thing. really it was her idea, she couldn’t let go of an opportunity to bother him right after he landed in korea. “i mean i hope i got smaller, it would be sad if i got bigger instead.”

pulling out her keys with a grin, belle nodded. “of course i can! i’ve been driving for a good 3 years now.” there was no need for him to remind her that she failed her first test. “no comments from you when you’re in the passenger seat.” she eyed the two suitcases he had with her, looking up at him with a surprised expression. “that’s all you have? i would have expected more from such a princess from you.”

the thing was: that was absolutely believable. neither his mother nor his father ever had time to do all these personal face-to-face stuff with him. on the other hand, belle did that thing where she was batting her eyelashes obnoxiously at him, which made him doubt what she said. he’d never admit that the familiar face was actually pretty refreshing; everyone else seemed like a stranger. 

“uh-huh. sure. remember that one time you failed the test?” he wouldn’t let go of that, either.  and although ‘safe’ wasn’t exactly the word he’d describe it when riding in a car with her, he followed her anyway, and rolled his eyes at her comment. “i paid someone to bring my other stuff home. i’m not going to carry it all on my own and...uh...” he looked her over once, and raised a brow. “i doubt you can carry it, either.”

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“Punch?”

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despite jaegu and his damnable standards, he certainly wouldn’t say no to a drink offered by a beautiful woman. he could’ve sworn that smile seemed familiar, but to point that out would be to take the mystery out of a masquerade. “that would be wonderful. thank you,” he told her with the most brilliant, flirtatious smile he could muster. she seemed like someone of good bearing; better than any upper-middle class wannabe here. “now, i don’t like owing people anything, so in exchange for this drink, would you care for a dance?”

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“I’ll take my mask off only if you can guess my name.”

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"the most beautiful one in all the land?” it came easily to him, this play on words, and he took a sip from the flute of champagne, his other hand in his pocket and a smile on his face. though he believed it would defeat the purpose of a masquerade ball to play a game that would involve taking masks off, he played along too happily. he did love his games, after all. “hmm...no...that can’t be it. how about...hm...oh!” he seemed delighted, and absolutely overjoyed by his own wit. “are you ‘my love’?”

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“Have we met before?”

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truly, jaegu wasn’t a big fan of these kinds of parties. it was misleading, for example, and way too crowded for his liking. but he supposed, if he could be misled into believing that half the people here were worthy of his time, it wouldn’t harm anybody. so he played along, and let people believe the same. “maybe we have, maybe we haven’t.” he was teasing, and hopefully the other male could tell. “at least tell me who i remind you of.”

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“Have we met before?”

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the point of wearing masks was to not be recognised, but the slightest hint of suspicion was enough to somewhat convince him that nothing could really hide anything. but he didn’t even know who this girl was -- or maybe he did, and he simply did not remember, and the amount of alcohol he’d consumed for the night had him feeling all warm and fuzzy inside to even think properly. “maybe. am i supposed to help you jog your memory?”

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“Ow! You stepped on my foot.”

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song jaegu wasn’t petty or anything. and he liked to think he wasn’t childish, he really did, but it was just too fun messing with belle, and way too amusing for him to even think about resisting temptation. “i know i did.” he danced with her nonetheless, meaning to dip her low, and make it seem every bit the romantic cliche they weren’t. “want me to do it again so you can do your thing where you state the obvious?”

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“You can take off my mask.”

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jaegu clicked his tongue, though disapproval doesn’t have much of a place behind lips parted for a smile. his stance was relaxed, and confident, and every bit the young, upstart boss with too much money and too much knowledge to know what to do with either of them. “that’d defeat the purpose of this party, won’t it? maybe that can wait until we’re out of here, yeah?”

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"Someone told me 'stay away from things that aren’t yours'."

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"and they’d be right,” he replied immediately, reaching for his cup of coffee. seriously -- commoners nowadays. though he could’ve sworn he saw her face before, it was probably during one of those tumultuous times in high school that he never truly paid attention to. “and this certainly isn’t yours, so stay away from it.”