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It's no wonder that truth is stranger than fiction. Fiction has to make sense. — ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖

[conjurxr]

[text] it feels alone without you. but it's ok. after all you're not the only one that left. i'll eventually be okay Hyosung. i'm used to it after all.

The man standing behind Hyosung was not older from her, at least not with much. He was holding a batch of papers with her signature on them, consisting of something for which her mother called her crazy numerous times, but something Hyosung felt like a need to do.

"Are you sure, Ms. Yeong?" the boy asked, standing from the chair and going to her, handing her the documents for a last check. She has been keeping them in the safe for months so there was really no need for her to do another check on those paper, she still took them, and read them, again.

"I am sure." she affirmed after a long while, holding the papers to the boy again and then taking a hold of the cellphone that laid on the small table next to her, looking at last text she had received. Again, like all the times she looked at it before, she felt nothing, that's why it took her so long to do what she did. She felt absolutely nothing. No regret, not grief, no hurt.

Nothing.

And because of that nothing she wasn't sure if she should amend for all the casualties she did, or rather she was not sure if she did any. But Hyosung did it nevertheless, she tried to amend for leaving the woman, who in her memory had bleach blonde hair, by leaving her the house Hyosung had left her in with her son, and the house the witch had bought with the idea to one day have a family there. Well, someone else was going to have a family there, and Hyosung was not someone who could do it. Ever.

She also left the management of the company to one of the managers who worked too hard without being asked, she left her car to one of the models because she knew the girl adored it, left a lot more assets to people who may have mattered or been interested in them.

And a silver moon pendant she often wore was supposed to be sent to one person specifically.

"It never mattered, no one mattered, and I mattered to no one. It's just a few possessions I want to get rid of." she spoke again as the boy took the papers and she moved to the black wooden desk in the room, throwing the device in her hands in the trash bin.

Chaerin was right. Hyosung was not the only one that left, so it won't matter to people, or rather the people that mattered for her the most left before she did... except one.

"No one mattered anyway..." she murmured, turning to look out of the window and wondering if one specific man in her memory was doing alright. One specific person from the herd of people who actually mattered, and the only one the red haired witch would return to if she ever decided to leave her glass prison in the woods of the place that could not be found.

"... and the only one who matters is not a no one in my life. But he shouldn't see me like this."

[conjurxr]

Under the veil of the barrier of lies.

She was hid like Rapunzel in a tower, but unlike the princess with the long hair, Hyosung was locked in a mansion, deep in the forests of Europe and unable to escape. She wasn't sure where exactly she was herself. One day she would be allowed to go out and she will go to a small town in France, other times she would go to Austria's countryside. It was crazy, because it always took the same amount of time. But she didn't question where they were... the Yeong's doll was locked in the doll house, and was forbidden to ask questions. She was just happy whenever the car would pass under the dark cloud and down the narrow path until it was out of the forest, then she would smile when the sky became clear and not dull and grey but... those smiles were not always hers.

Is this what you wanted to see, mother?

The young witch stood with dark brown hair reaching her waist, eyes completely different to hers and darker in their shade of brown, lips fuller and face structure that presented a female younger by a few years than the one whose soul resided in the different shell. She was the same woman, the same feelings, or what was left of them in her, the same memories. She just looked different. Completely different. Her cold and dead eyes moved between the two women before her, but stayed on the younger of the two, on her mother. Mother. That word was more of an insult in Hyosung's ears than it was a praise, and she wondered if it will ever change. Her tone was mocking while she pronounced it recently too, especially now, with the deeper voice. For a split second, Hyosung had become an entirely different woman in appearance, or a child, like she liked to remark.

The magic to change the appearance was a hard one to do, yet it was the one youngest Yeong learned the easiest, even before she knew that only a few females of the Yeong family could perform that magic. And even then those witches were never perfect with it. They always left a trace of their true self in the new form. Yeong Hyosung didn't. She mastered the spell in a few months to a degree that the two elder women were left in silent awe that was accompanied with a tint of scared. And each of the elder had their own reasons for their scared.

Hyosung's mother was scared because of the true nature of the young heir. She learned the magics fast, faster than anyone can even dare to dream of her learning them, but for that helped the fact that Hyosung was not a pure witch of the Yeong clan. She was not a child of a human and a witch — Hyosung was a child of a familiar and a witch. Her blood was impure, was stronger, held more magic. Was more dangerous. But that was known only to her mother and herself.

Her grandmother was scared for another reason. She insisted on training Hyosung harsher and insolaredly, so she would be bestowed quicker, but with each day instead of creating a stronger heir, her grandmother seemed to realize they were creating a monster... A monster that needed one small push to get out of the cage and rage in the village, turning everything to ashes. The push, tho, was only known to Hyosung. She knew her limits, she knew what would set her on rampage, and she swore to never let it get that far.

"If you will excuse me, I need to change." she spoke again in a monotone voice, the phrase normally used from her when she needed to change her clothes, but this time seeming more than fit. She needed to change her cloak, since this one was not one of her favorites. A body of a pure naive child. It was hilarious in her eyes. "You can let them bring a mirror in my room. I do need it."

[astrxyno]

[ ➟ Mistress ] Are any of those reasons worth worrying about?

[ ➟ Mistress ] Your sense of humour is terrible. When are you coming back?

[conjurxr]

[ msg → Mr. Noh ] All of them are family matters. Don't think of those, love of my life ♥

[ msg → Mr. Noh ] Calling you this gives me the creeps istg

[ msg → Mr. Noh ] I am not sure when... If you miss me so much buy magazines. I am on a few covers you know?

[astrxyno]

[ ➟ ℳistress ] Starting the day with your messages, I must be doomed.

[ ➟ ℳistress ] You actually left to Paris without bothering to let me know. Maybe I wanted to see you at the airport.

[ ➟ ℳistress ] Just bring yourself back in one piece.

[conjurxr]

< 22 hours and 48 minutes later >

[ msg → Mr. Noh ] You are blessed, darling. Not doomed.

[ msg → Mr. Noh ] I had my reasons to not inform anyone of my departure. Don't be mad now, at least I texted to tell you.

[ msg → Mr. Noh ] No. I will chop  myself in pieces and make someone ship them to you. Gosh, how else do you see me getting back?

[anastasic]

[ t e x t ] unfortunately

[ t e x t ] I don’t have enough time in my life to waste on sleeping, and collapsing alike

[ t e x t ] so don’t worry!

[ t e x t ] how about yourself, dr yeong?

[conjurxr]

[ msg → Renata ] You don't have enough time to live either;

[ msg → Renata ] imagine me sighing dramatically here

[ msg → Renata ] I am tending to family matters aka managing the company and tending to my mother's every request.

[ msg → Renata ] at the moments there is an add on of "please granny" too.

[ msg → Renata ] I get access to my phone 5 minutes a day or so TT-TT and I just got called. I am having it worse than a 5 years old. 

[ msg → Renata ] Anyway, I love you and take care of yourself!

[conjurxr]

[ msg → Renata ] Still fighting sleep?

[ msg → Renata ] If yes, Dr. Yeong is prescribing you 8h of beauty sleep each day XP 

< 5 minutes later >

[ msg → Renata ] Just don't collapse, please.

[conjurxr]

[ msg → Wifey ] How is my gorgeous wife and her lovable son doing?

[ msg → Wifey ] Are you still looking after the house?

[ msg → Wifey ] I feel like I will have to put it on your name— sorry for which. Terrible roommate I am.

[conjurxr]

[ msg → Mr. Noh ] What are you up to, Minwoo-ssi?

[ msg → Mr. Noh ] I haven't fallen from the face of the Earth like last time.

[ msg → Mr. Noh ] Oh, and btw I am in Paris ^^v Want me to get you something when I get back— which idk when it will be... =(

[conjurxr]

Indefinite hiatus

I can't say it's hard for me to do this, cause it's really not. It probably hasn't slipped anyone who actually pays attention that I am brain dead when it comes to this girl. No ideas, no nothing... I still would hate to abandon her, that's why I will be coming back here once in awhile, and I will be keeping her interactions with the few people she has left around her, when needed.

When my brain decides to come home and help me think up plots for her and something of her routine that doesn't go as "work, home, sleep, practice, work" I will come back.

And until then I will most probably unfollow almost everyone.

That's all. Take care guys and have fun.

[ibukiaihara]

Being “alone,” Doesn’t mean that “no one is around you,” But rather, it means, “you are not connected to anyone.”

Jin / Shizen no Teki-P (Children Record commentary)

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[conjurxr]

Why should I model, again? It's not like it's only for interview, mother.

They hired you a year back, right before the scandal. The president still insists on you being their model.

You can still decline on my behal—

You are modelling for them. No objections.

The snap of the camera continued on and on, echoing in the female's ears as the lightning blinded her vision every few seconds. It's been too long since she took on the job of being a model, but it didn't seem like she had lost her touch at all. But how could she, when she acted out a role every second of her life? Modeling was also in a way acting. Acting with your body, showing emotions... Emotions. That one small spark in every human that ignited their actions and drives. Love, hate, resentment, longing, loneliness.

Being able to display all those freely was why Hyosung once loved modeling.

She could freely display her anger, her grief, her loneliness, and no one judged her. She even got praised, praised for showing the box of packed emotions she stored every day of her life. She could freely let out her annoyance about a hairstyle she didn't like on herself, like the dark red color she was having at the moment along with the huge difference in length of her hair. A decision made by her stylist, and one she won't be able to oppose anytime soon. She could let that annoyance out, let it take control of her eyes, make them more sharp, more hard. And to get the perfect effect the photographer wanted she let out just a small portion of her loneliness, to give that hard look a melancholy feeling. And that, that was perfect.

After her eyes played it all, the rest of the emotions sipped into her face. They curved downwards and parted her lips, they took a shadowed veil over her face. The grieving mistress that no one saw outside of the photoset. That was Hyosung, that was her real face. A grieving, helpless woman that wore her smile like the hardest armor there is. Weak and vulnerable, but strong and hard to take down.

"Perfect!" the photographer's voice echoed, and as soon as it was said, the mask got back on, pushing again the other emotions inside the box. A bright smile replaced the lopsided curve of her lips, and a spark took place in her arching eyes.

"Thank you for the hard work!" her chipper voice soared around, mixing with the fumbling of the stylists and make up artists who came to her immediately. Making sure her make-up was still top notch and they had done their job right. She still had more of the photoshoot, but there was a long break before it. "Where is my bracelet?" she asked the main stylist, as soon as the woman came into view, and the elder one handed her the old fashioned silver band, which she had to take off for the shooting.

Now, that was something, the only thing, Hyosung wouldn't like in modeling.

It would make her powerless.

[conjurxr]

Fluff me up - Minwoo

8. The sun is out, and your muse has dropped their ice-cream. The ice cream truck is long gone now, but it’s fine because my muse is willing to share.

It was nothing much, was it? Sharing her ice cream with her friend, since a child suddenly bumped into him and cause him to drop his own. But it was not one of those days where both of them would be nice to each other and work as the source of comfort for the one in a bad mood. No, definitely not. Today was that one day where they would find each and every opportunity to annoy the other. And Hyosung thought she found her opportunity.

"Ah, there is nothing more refreshing than ice cream on a hot day." she chipped up and took a spoon of her strawberry flavored one. Her favorite ice cream. She let the cold mixture melt slowly against her tongue until the muscle touched the plastic spoon, and only then did she let a content hum and stretch her lips into a grin.

"Will you catch a cold if you eat faster?" the dark haired man asked, his tone giving a hint of annoyance, but his face showing it all the more evidently. That expression has been on him through the whole day and he looked like he can’t stand the woman at all, and maybe today it was a day where he indeed couldn’t stand her, but he still never left Hyosung’s company. "Five minutes from now you will start whining how you are all covered in it."

"Fine, you eat it then." with a scoff she pushed the ice-cream cone and the plastic spoon in the male’s hands, giving him a shrug after he furrowed his eyebrows at her reaction. "My clothes are new. It’s too early to mess them up."

"Are you bragging now?" He asked cockily, and took a bite of the icy treat, his features softening with just a small drop of satisfaction; the plastic spoon staying between the fingers of the hand holding the cone, but at a safe distance away from his face or the ice cream.

"Of course, since you didn’t notice."

"I haven’t been looking at you, because you’re so hideous today."

"Like you are one to talk."

[conjurxr]

Full Name: Yeong Hyosung;

Nickname(s): usually Hyo;

Age: 24;

Birthday: 13th October 1989;

Species: Human/Witch;

Nationality: Korean;

Sex: Female;

Religion: non-believer;

Occupation: vice-president of a model agency

Status: random activeness / depends on mood;

Fandom: krp fandom;

Face Claim: Jeon Hyosung from SECRET;

Physical Traits

Eyes: dark brown;

Hair: red/maroon/burgundy;

Height: 163cm;

Weight: 53kg;

Body Build: hourglass;

Notable Physical Traits: none;

Phobias and Diseases

Phobia(s): Heights [medium];

Mental Disease(s): none;

When and how was this diagnosed?: --

Physical Disease(s): none;

When was this diagnosed and/or how did it happen?: --

Personality

Usual Mood/Expression:   The following tests below cater to her actual personality rather than her composed persona.

Moral Alignment-Test here.

Neutral Good- A neutral good character does the best that a good person can do. He is devoted to helping others. He works with kings and magistrates but does not feel beholden to them. Neutral good is the best alignment you can be because it means doing what is good without bias for or against order. However, neutral good can be a dangerous alignment because when it advances mediocrity by limiting the actions of the truly capable.

Jung: Test here.

ISTJ | 

     Introvert(11%)        Sensing(25%)        Thinking(38%)        Judging(44%)

You have slight preference of Introversion over Extraversion (11%)

You have moderate preference of Sensing over Intuition (25%)

You have moderate preference of Thinking over Feeling (38%)

You have moderate preference of Judging over Perceiving (44%)

Enneagram: Test here.

Type Three — The Achiever 

The adaptable, success-oriented type. Threes are self-assured, attractive, and charming. Ambitious, competent, and energetic, they can also be status-conscious and highly driven for advancement. They are diplomatic and poised, but can also be overly concerned with their image and what others think of them. They typically have problems with workaholism and competitiveness. At their Best: self-accepting, authentic, everything they seem to be — role models who inspire others.

Type Five — The Investigator 

The perceptive, cerebral type. Fives are alert, insightful, and curious. They are able to concentrate and focus on developing complex ideas and skills. Independent, innovative, and inventive, they can also become preoccupied with their thoughts and imaginary constructs. They become detached, yet high-strung and intense. They typically have problems with eccentricity, nihilism, and isolation. At their Best: visionary pioneers, often ahead of their time, and able to see the world in an entirely new way.

Four Temperaments: Test here.

Your temperment is choleric. The choleric temperament is fundamentally ambitious and leader-like. They have a lot of aggression, energy, and/or passion, and try to instill it in others. They can dominate people of other temperaments, especially phlegmatic types. Many great charismatic military and political figures were choleric. They like to be in charge of everything. However, cholerics also tend to be either highly disorganized or highly organized. They do not have in-between setups, only one extreme to another. As well as being leader-like and assertive, cholerics also fall into deep and sudden depression. Essentially, they are very much prone to mood swings.  

Stats

Compassion: 8/10.

Empathy: 7/10.

Creativity: 6/10.

Mental Flexibility: 8/10.

Passion/Motivation: 8/10.

Education: 8/10.

Stamina: 6/10.

Physical Strength: 5/10.

Battle Skill: 1.5/10.

Initiative: 4/10.

Restraint: 9/10.

Agility: 6/10.

Strategy: 5/10.

Teamwork: 5.5/10.

[astrxyno]

Goodbye

One, two, three, four, las—- both of them pulled back their fingers before they touched the other’s fingers. The two were sitting on the wooden bridge that extends into the sea, their legs were swinging back and forth as they stared at the horizon, watching the sunset. They looked like a perfect couple enjoying a romantic moment but they were not. They were barely friends, they were two people who found themselves unable to tolerate it when the other is disturbed but when they lack disturbance, they would take on that role and bother each other. The reason they were there was simply because Hyosung was in a bad mood and Minwoo came up with the random idea and took her to the sea so she would clear her mind. There was this force that would overwhelm them whenever they were away from each other or when they were close like at that moment. A strange feeling that would start from the tips of their fingers and toes and slowly spread until their hearts are left pounding hard against the hard bars of the cage that kept their insanity from the rest of the body. The two were similar in that neither of them would mention anything about what is going on. The sun pulled its last rays and dived into the other side of the world, leaving the two under the spell of the moon. They got up and walked away from the bridge to sit on the sand where Minwoo set a fire. Hyosung took out her favourite book of poems from her bag and started flipping through the pages. 

"I really like this book. It always changes my mood." She paused. "To the better of course." She laughed softly and he smiled at that. "Are you trying to say that talking to me is boring?"

She lifted her gaze from her book to look at him and nodded. “Yes. Yes, you are very boring. Did I fail to mention that before?” He rolled his eyes at her and she had her victorious smile that she displayed proudly. “No, I just wanted to share something that I really liked in this book.”

He lifted his knees and wrapped his arms around them then leaned forward, giving her his full attention. “I’m listening.” She went on and started reading, she was slowing down gradually as if she was thinking of something. When she was done, she looked at him.

"Minwoo…"

"Mhm"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Anything."

"Why does it always feel like Goodbye?"

There was a pause, a long pause. The moon was smiling, the sun on the other side of the world got the news and just sighed. No one could escape the moon’s spell. Minwoo finally spoke.

"It’s always a Goodbye."