inferiority

[dalhayeon]

daltaejun:

(...)

gradually leading her as they taken a few steps prior to her statement, which left him to be slightly taken aback by it. as he heard of stories before regarding the newly weds, still, it was unlikely for him to be sticking his nose in other people’s affairs. it’ll work out, eventually. somehow. “my dear, you’ve had a lot to drink. you have to be considerate of him, as he must be perpetually exhausted from today,”

she knew she was not following the strict social codes of society by drowning herself in the liquor provided, but a gift was a gift, and she would never deny such a precious thing. thus, she had ended up in a rather rarely witnessed state of disorder; voice loud and stature slouched. she was only so lucky as to be accompanied by her husband, not only because he could ensure that she would do no harm to those around her, but any other man would have looked at her in this drunken state with disdain. 

with her hand still encased in his larger one, the lady pulls her husband along as she struggles to remember the way in which they had come in –– when had there been so many hallways? – though her uneasiness is hidden from her features. instead, her visage displays a woman of confidence, someone who knows where they’re going as if it were a path she had ventured time and time again. every few steps brings a quick turn of her head, as if to make sure that the man were still trailing behind her (although, their hands were still clasped together), a smile greeting him at every look. there was nothing she would not do to make taejun happy. 

it never failed to leave her conscience that she was lucky – oh so very lucky – to have been matched with taejun. especially with her various quirks and oddities, finding someone who accepted every piece of her and never made her feel like a nuisance, rather than someone who would belittle her every issue, was nothing more than luck. there was never a moment in which she didn’t appreciate him, and the love she felt for him seemed to amplify with the alcohol she had consumed. enough so that there was temptation to land several sloppy kisses against his skin as if to remind him of her overwhelming love; thankfully, she’s able to hold back. 

“we should marry again! if not to relive those memories...” a rather absurd suggestion, but one that the intoxicated lady believes to be clever. the idea of planning another happy day to celebrate the union of the couple is one that brings her great gaiety, proven by the almost tranquil smile upon her lips. if anything, she’s sure they could spend a day together and relive it themselves –– even that, without the large celebrations, would be enough to satiate the lady’s wants. 

in most cases (sober cases), hayeon would not be speaking so openly about another pairing. however, not only was the groom someone she held very close to her heart, but the general atmosphere of the night was something that only seemed to signify loss and sadness. not the proper mood for a wedding. “i hope so... i hope everyone’s love is as great as ours... maybe we should teach them how to love one another!”

[injeok-blog]

chittering

[dalhayeon]

daljeung:

He tugs on his collar and flashes the same smile at Hayeon, knowing that its usual brilliance carries an edge of mania now, with his drink quickly manifesting into his comportment.

“Adorable?” Choi Jeung mewls feebly. It’s terribly unconvincing, his whining; the smile on his face hasn’t budged despite himself. “I had hoped that I’d made it past that. That I’d earned a different descriptor by now.”

There’s a bark of laughter from one of the rooms in the back. He can feel it infecting him—his mind opening itself to vulnerability, impressionability—and he laughs too, disbelief tinting the corners of the sound. “Can you achieve the impossible?” He snorts. “Who would be the unlucky winner?”

her absolute fear of being alone was something that had accumulated over the years, until she’d formed bonds with many that resembled an alliance that she had never had – family. sure, she had her father by her side, but she had never had the wholesome family experience she had always dreamed of. jeung had become someone she considered to be a younger brother – and along with the title came the teasing, the name-calling, and, of course, the love. 

“yes, adorable.” she’s tempted to pinch his cheeks to emphasize her point, but she’ll hold herself back to keep in the social norms that came along with being in public. instead, she’ll merely laugh in response to his words, head shaking in disagreement. “you’ll always be adorable.”

there were many eligible girls around, and she had no doubt that she would be able to find someone to accompany jeung – at least for the night. 

“why would it be impossible? girls always gravitate towards cute guys, you know.”

[jieunnie]

[wordsnquotes]

I know where you are with my eyes closed, we are bound to each other, we are bound to each other with huge invisible threads …

Sharon Olds, Stag’s Leap: Poems  (via wordsnquotes)

[dalhayeon]

dalsiwan:

Instinctively, perhaps out of habit, his hand reached out to wipe the streak she had missed from her face. It would perhaps be improper if other should see it, however perhaps most of the household would already be used to the closeness the two shared.

However, rather than one would expect, the gentleness that should come with a lady’s face did not come. Rather, siwan grabbed onto her head with both hands, and begun removing the streak with utmost effort. 

“I’d be okay after I help you with this, now stay still.”

 With her appearance clean now, siwan however did not release her from his clutches. Rather, he wrapped his arms around her and rested his face on her shoulder. “I apologize. I know this is not proper. However… just for a moment, could you lend me your shoulder and warmth. I know not of anyone that I can rest such burdens on but you.” 

her frame freezes once the other’s skin meets hers, hues darting about to see if there were witnesses to the act, but upon seeing that they were alone, she’ll relax. she knows that things between them are purely platonic at this point, but others may not realize the same, and she did not need rumors to spread about the pair. not only would that lead to the pair no longer being able to see one another, but the rumors had the potential of reaching her husband and she did not need him to doubt her loyalty. 

the other’s harsh treatment of her face brings a whine to the surface, the whimper filling the silence of the hallway. 

“siwan –– ! ”

her arms snake around his waist – almost out of habit – the action reminding her of the simpler days of their childhood. she finds that the moment of solace is the peace she had been searching for all morning, the sensation of another form against hers reminding her in a more physical manner that she was not alone. she’d been left to entertain herself since she’d woken up, as her father had left to attend to some business before she had awoken, and the overwhelming silence had made her uneasy. 

“i’m always here for you siwan, you know that. any time of day, anywhere –– i’ll always be here to listen to such burdens.”

[dalhayeon]

daltaejun:

(...)

a  rotten lie, yes. nevertheless it probably could silence her for a while as he extends his hand towards her, “i think it’s best that we head home”

she’s fully aware (or at least, she was, at one point; no one can be fully sure of what she knows anymore) of the effect her current appearance could have on people’s opinions of both herself and her family. however, the liberation she felt the very moment the alcohol reached her system was a feeling she treasured greatly. it almost made the concerned looks thrown in the pairs direction worth it –– almost. 

she’ll flash the brightest smile towards her husband; a smile reserved for him, and only him, as it was filled with all of the love she felt for him. her gaze lingers on his features, and the lady finds herself wondering how she got so lucky. she wasn’t naive; she knew there were arrangements in which the wedded pair held nothing but disdain for one another, or merely did not converse at all. the fact that she had been paired with a man who held the same love for her as she did for him was something she would never stop being grateful for. 

“ ––... it just makes me feel so happy! i don’t want to stop drinking. never ever.”

the lady finds she isn’t able to look away from her husband (almost as if she were in a trance), so she’ll take the opportunity to truly study him with the clarity her intoxicated state offered. with the way the light was brushing against his features, she could consider him to be something akin to a god – at least, he was as handsome as one. she was absolutely, positively, unconditionally in love with taejun. there would never be any doubt about that. nor would there ever be a doubt of her loyalty to him, she promised that to him the moment they were married, and she would reiterate that promise in her mind once more as she remained standing before him.

“ours was the most magical, i think... and you looked so handsome that day, and every day. my handsome taejun.”

her speech is littered with the proof of her drinking, all slurred words and broken thoughts. she’ll take his hand in her own gingerly as she nods in agreement, lacing their fingers together before beginning to lightly swing their connected arms. 

“although, i don’t think siwan is happy... i’ve seen every emotion on his face since we were kids and the one on his face all day has not been his happy face.”

[dalhayeon]

❝ Well? How do I look? ❞

         ｢ — the royal wedding sentence starters          ｢ — status: accepting

his words bring a light, airy smile to her expression, a brilliance lighting up her features that was almost blinding. lacking siblings of her own, hayeon had developed a knack in forming sibling-like relationships with those around her. choi jeung was no exception. 

“you look adorable.”

there’s a teasing lilt to her words as she speaks, voice soft as she studied the people around them. 

“are you trying to impress a girl tonight? should i help you find someone?”

[dalhayeon]

@daltaejun

her throat burns as she tips her head back, emptying yet another cup of the party’s liquor into her system. she had only planned for one drink, something to take the edge off as she witnessed the marriage, yet there she was, breath laced with the proof of her mistakes. one could only be thankful she was under the watchful eye of her husband, rather than free to do whatever ideas her mind could come up with. 

“okay, okay, THAT was the last one –– i swear.”

as if she hadn’t said the same for the last couple of drinks as well. 

she didn’t remember alcohol tasting so good, nor did she remember the warmth spreading across her skin (which she enjoyed) – if getting drunk always felt like this, she thought it might be a good idea to be like this all the time. it had been awhile since the lady had last been so intoxicated, and her lack of experience was proven with the clumsiness that had overcome her actions. 

“the real question is, taejun, why is everyone here so sad? it’s a wedding, it’s a happy day! our wedding was a happy day, the happiest day, i loved our wedding. it was so pretty! like this one, right? no one is smiling though, and that’s going to bring bad energy to this pairing which is going to set them up for failure –– which is just bad.” 

there’s a lull in her words as she hops over a raised rock in the path. 

“right?”

[dalhayeon]

❝ They don’t look very good together, do they? ❞

          ｢ — the royal wedding sentence starters           ｢ — status: accepting

the words startle her from her daze, hues having been locked upon the pairing for so long she felt as if she had been in a trance. she’ll redirect her attention to the other for a moment (if only to see who was speaking to her), before considering his question. as a believer in true love and soulmates, she always held the hope that everyone would find their happiness. and though she had found such feeling in her own marriage, she knew that was not the case for most. as far as hayeon knew, the pair could be miserable with one another. 

“i suppose it depends on what your opinion of ‘good’ is…” 

her upper body turns in the direction of the other so she could give him her full attention, features displaying a bright optimism that contrasted against everyone else’s (seemingly) upset moods. 

“they’re both very good looking people so it would only make sense for them to look good together, don’t you think?”

a rather superficial answer, clearly.

[dalhayeon]

❝ You look like you could use a drink…or two. ❞

           ｢ — the royal wedding sentence starters            ｢ — status: accepting

she’ll hesitate, movements halting – albeit not for long – as her gaze falls to the cup held in the others grasp. she shouldn’t consider the drink being suggested by the other, but it’s oh so very tempting that she can feel her arm begin to rise from her side in the direction of the offering. that is, until she stops it. a drunk hayeon was a very loud, not in control of the words coming out of her mouth hayeon and therefore, any alcohol would be a bad decision. 

however, witnessing the marriage of one’s first love could be bittersweet. rather, it was always bittersweet. so far, the lady had been successful in suppressing any negative emotions from being visible. a wedding was a happy occasion, especially the union that involved one of her oldest friends. it would be selfish of her to feel anything but elation.

“i’ll pass – at least for now.”

a slight shift in stature as a smile tugs on the corners of her lips. 

“but maybe ask me again later?”

[haedalkrp]

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[dalhayeon]

@dalhyukun

thin lines were being swept across an otherwise pristine sheet of paper, drastically different than the example lines the other was creating. to hayeon, however, she believed her painting to be of the same beauty as hyukun’s – no matter how far that seemed to be from the truth. 

“like this? it’s looking good, right?”

she certainly thought so. 

hayeon takes a step back to judge her piece from afar, mimicking the movements she had seen artists do while creating their masterpieces. the tilt of her head, pursing of her lips, and squinting of her eyes were all deemed to be the appropriate motions. though her strokes were few, she could already visualize the scenery she planned to recreate along with hyukun; the trees and the flowers, the lake in the background. in her mind, the painting was beautiful. on paper, however, that was a completely different story. already, one could tell the painting was going to be mediocre, at best. 

[dalhayeon]

dalsiwan:

He waited, watching her attempt to make herself be presentable. While considering how many years, be it in childhood and in adulthood, they had been together, it was really a futile effort. After all, siwan will always remember hayeon as the crying girl who clung to his sleeve. 

“No. It is for your father. I hope the rouge will look good on his cheek.” He paused. “It is for you. Please accept the gift, and forget the fact that i made fun of General Jung.”

He scratched the back of his neck, lips thinning before he burst into laughter. “Yeon ah. Can you imagine your father with rouge on his cheeks?”

He brushed the tears forming in his eyes, sighing to calm himself down. Giving hayeon a proper look, knowing that unlike the past, an embrace between the two would be frowned upon, he merely transmitted his concern for her through his eyes. 

“Are you doing well?”

still unaware of the streak across her cheek, the woman deems herself clean enough for the other to see. it wasn’t as if the other hadn’t seen her messier in years past (a certain event in which she had fallen into a pond as they explored had left her in his presence absolutely drenched), but in recent years, there was an extra emphasis on looking nice in front of others. it was no longer merely the jung family she could shame, but the jeon family as well. perhaps dramatic, but still true. 

juvenile-like laughter escapes her lips before she can help it, the lady immediately raising a hand as if to block the jubilant sounds from being heard. imagining her father with rosy cheeks only brought a wider smile to her lips, her entire visage brightening as a result. 

“i’m sure he’ll look really adorable with the red cheeks, i’ll be sure to relay his thank you’s later! –––... thank you siwan, it’s beautiful.”

her features fall – if only for a fraction of a second – in response to the message in his hues, before she’s beaming once more. she was wonderful, never would she be anything but. no matter the troubles in her life, hayeon would never greet anyone with anything less than a smile. it was her way. 

“i’m great! why wouldn’t i be?” a slight pause. “are you okay?”

[jieunnie]

[dalhayeon]

SIWAN:

@dalhayeon

The gift to his sister had went well, a natural smile forming on his lips. His steps were light, and he walked over to a familiar residence. This was also a house where he spent time learning the sword, the spear and the bow. While he had one blood sister who he cherishes and spoils, there is another maiden who he endears closely as a sister as well.

The servants greeted him politely as he crossed the threshold, he asked for them to announce his arrival to whom he had wanted to meet.

Naturally, Section Head General Jung would not be the intention of his visit, considering his intention was a maiden. Thankfully, he visited when she was at her father’s residence. It would probably had been much more awkward visiting her husband’s residence to gift a gift.

He reminiscence of the time he had to spend with her when they were younger. Her fear of being alone did cause him much trouble. He wondered if a particular princess had not caught his heart, would he only have seen her as a sister?

“You’re a sight for sore eyes.” He grins.

the day had been long – far too long, for her liking – and it was only natural for the lady to have found herself involved in some rather unladylike activities in her boredom. her sleeves are dirtied with the remains of her newest 'home improvement’ project (gardening, so that her father would be happier when alone), a streak of drying mud across her otherwise pristine cheek. the announcement of her long time friend is enough to bring her inside her fathers home, scurrying about in search of the man she had once looked at with stars in her eyes. that, of course, was no longer how she felt about siwan (she was married now, after all) but a first love is a feeling that is never forgotten for a woman like herself. 

his words catch her just as she was about to turn a corner, the girl turning on the ball of her foot to smile brightly at the other. their relationship was something akin to family, his presence bringing about comfort and stability. though there were many children in her father’s circle that she shared a somewhat similar bond with, none rivaled the intricacy of her relationship with siwan. 

“it’s nice to see you too.” words laced with laughter as she begins to dust off her clothing. she didn’t want to look like so much of a mess in front of the other – or in front of anyone, really. 

“––– is that box in your hands for me?”

[dalhayeon]

hey pals, my name is sala, salad, salsa, salamander, salad king (sixteen, she/her, alliteration) and i play hayeon! the above posted gif is me runnin’ to all of you because i’m really excited to be here. if you’d like to plot or chat, either give this a like, slide into the dm’s, or talk to me on twt ( @ illvnis )! super excited to meet you all! i_luv_it_psy.mp3! i meant to make a plot page but then i forgot so we’ll just have to brainstorm it up, my friends! 

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