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the silence filtered through the air between them, and azumi knew that she had put the other woman off. she could practically feel the awkward tension, and she sighed, turning her head so she could look at the slowly setting sun. she regretted her aggressive and abrasive answer, she knew that it could’ve been handled in a much better way, but she couldn’t help it. she wasn’t perfect, nobody was. she got angry and moody sometimes, and during those times she tended to lose her temper just a little bit. it was harder to control when she was in public, because she had been trained and molded to always smile in public, to keep up the image of aria. the hardest part of being an idol is keeping up the image, or at least it is for her. “it wasn’t, but that doesn’t mean that i had to snap at you like that. you were only trying to do something out of the kindness of your heart. i’m sorry for responding like that.” she offered her a kind smile. “thank you, but no. i don’t really think talking is going to help.”

it was difficult for jiyeon to decipher whether or not azumi’s suddenly affable demeanor was a facade or not, but she wasn’t about to offend the woman further and inquire about it. she didn’t necessarily want to know the answer, either, especially if it was the former. for a second, her expression was confused before she remembered her manners. jiyeon provided a smile of her own — no teeth. she was not completely accustomed to forcing smiles, because before becoming an idol, she never had to. every time she smiled, it was genuine, and there was a certain gleam in her eyes. slowly, but surely, those smiles were becoming a rarity and that light was dimming. she was not about to think of that terrifying reality in front of the fellow idol. she wondered if the bathrooms were still occupied. she felt the need to escape, and made her muse if smokers felt the same. if that was the case, what was her father running away from? could she dare ask azumi why? it was definitely a risk, but she figured she cared more about closure than a stranger’s feelings, self-serving as it was. “may i ask you some questions? just from an objective standpoint, nothing personal.”

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fmdraylie:

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mastication is a lot of work , especially in conjunction with the expansive prep for her dish. though raylie is rarely one to admit that she feels tired , the heat bearing down upon her in the kitchen as well as the soreness in her arms from kneading dough & rolling meatballs makes her want to crawl back into bed. but she can’t do that without tasting the fruits of her labor. which would be a fun task , if she could just figure out what was wrong with it to tweak the recipe for next time.

the slightest hint of movement from the doorway is enough to get her attention. ❝ mmfh ! hey ! ❞ she crows , words muffled by her food. she pauses to swallow & take a deep breath. ❝ come try my meatball boats out ! i can’t figure out if they suck or not. ❞

“oh,” jiyeon sucked in a breath. she’d been in this situation plenty of times, but it hadn’t become easier. it was always awkward and seldom ended in her victory and/or satisfacation. vegetarian-ism was in no means common in the country but jiyeon had to remain resolute lest she wanted to throw away all of her past self. in canada, no one really cared, but in south korea, it could appear rude to refuse food, especially from a senior. “umm.” she twiddled with her fingers, the simple act of maintaining eye contact proving to be more difficult as the seconds swam by. with the tone of someone walking the plank, she stated, “i don’t actually eat meat, i’m sorry.” and with that, she let her head down. it was only to bow, but it was such a relief to free herself of their locked eyes.

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there was something about the way arin’s arms curled around little shoulders that tingled familiarity. too slim for a man’s figure, the spark of mischief in arin strengthened. it was a girl. the narrow shoulders, the subtle scent of shampoo, their foreheads levelled. it was definitely a girl.

( and boy, did arin love girls. )

the lack of light in the club shadowed arin’s face in the right places, giving her a great advantage. it should have been the same for jiyeon. but no. the dumb girl seemed fixated on her disguise; the cap was fine. reasonable. the face mask? it was up for debate. was jiyeon trying to appear sick? a sick person going to the club, specifically? yes. the mask was for debate. the glasses? they needed to go. pads of arin’s fingertips tickled from jiyeon’s back up to her sides, catching the glasses to pull them off jiyeon’s ears. “i would’ve thought i’ll be having fun with a mannequin with your setup, jiyeon-ah.”

arin cooed, the lazy chuckling a product of the tequila. with the specs away, jiyeon’s face was finally clear and ready for arin’s aesthetic pleasure. “how do i see when your face is just…” another finger raised to jiyeon’s face, hooking the face mask just beside the pointy nose to pull it down to jiyeon’s chin. “you looked like a ghost. i can’t dance with a ghost.,”

“but yes, you need to catch up. do a body shot on me.”

“eonni,” jiyeon stated coolly, offering her an apprehensive glance. she lifted her hand to halt the actions, but once the delicate fingers came in contact with arin’s, a blush crept to her cheeks and she forced her hand down. “you know why i wear this.” and that’s about the only argument she had. she allowed the tipsy woman to do as she pleased, a pout playing at her lips the entire time. she was too sober to not be nervous about it. she was entirely keen on how insipid she was acting, but she hoped arin would give her the chance to lighten up.

she chortled, the look of disbelief palpable on her countenance. “you could dance with a lamp if you were drunk enough.” it was more of a statement than an accusation, and not one out of malice. in reality, she envied arin for this trait. jiyeon lifted her hand and completed the remaining steps to rid herself of the mask. to accompany this vulnerability, she needed a drink. she downed the remaining liquid in the bottle, then stared at arin with another incredulous look after she’d become accustomed to the strong taste. she was constanly yearning to prove herself as anything but uptight ( as was her reputation ), so she nodded, a grin replacing the previous expression. “all we need is a table, some lime, and salt. shouldn’t be too hard. are you willing to play detective?”

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azumifmd:

azumi didn’t particularly care for being scolded, but then again who did? so when the other female began to speak, her defenses immediately went up. she probably didn’t mean it this way, in fact azumi was sure that she didn’t mean it that way, but her defensive state made the words seem incredibly more demeaning and condescending than they were meant to come out as. “i’m aware of how unhealthy smoking is, yes. i don’t lack common sense.” she couldn’t keep the bite out of her tone as she spoke, her expression displaying her annoyance at being reprimanded for something that millions, maybe even billions, of people did everyday. why was she any different? right, because she was an idol. the stress she had been going through earlier that day paired with the fact that she couldn’t finish her cigarette had azumi’s nerves on edge, but she still felt bad for snapping at the other idol. she sighed, running her fingers through her hair slowly. “i’m sorry.. i didn’t mean to snap at you like that. that was incredibly rude.”

what did i expect? she knew few people who would react well to such a comment. she was not astonished when azumi answered how she did, but it didn’t stop the younger woman from tensing up. she only hoped it wasn’t palpable. she was now far too uncomfortable to offer another remark, but just as she made the movement to bow and leave, azumi spoke once more. her apologizing was an entirely commendable act, but did little to ease jiyeon’s strain. a moment that was meant to be pure serenity had transformed into a rather awkward predicament and because of this jiyeon found herself twiddling her fingers. “don’t apologize. it wasn’t my place to say that. i just...” what could she say? she cared for azumi? she didn’t know a thing about her. she was concerned for smokers in a theoretical sense, believing just maybe she could save her dad through random people. she knew it was idealistic, but it was one of the only things that made grief tolerable. “i’m not going to tell anybody. you seem stressed enough. do you want to talk about things?”

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Whoa, is that BOO JIYEON? I love her! She’s the LEAD VOCAL of 7ROPHY, and she’s a ‘98 LINER! She’s one of my favorites under DIMENSIONS ENTERTAINMENT. Don’t you think she looks a little like KIM JISOO?

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fmdar:

one, lick the salt off this man’s neck. two, the glorious shot of tequila. three, catch the slice of lemon from the same man’s mouth. it was a fun night, everyone was either having enough alcohol for poisoning or making out on the dance floor. arin floated. her feet were light, like she didn’t even wear these killer heels on the way. the world spun in a slow chill vibe, the neon lights curving along the corners to later flash blinding white in her eyes. the soft murmur of the crowd buzzed, not loud enough to hear a decent conversation but deafening enough to whisper to communicate.

( you said you’re done with this, arin. )

arin waved a hand above her head, pushing that voice. was it her conscience? perhaps a hallucination? maybe the alcohol lubricating her deadly sharp thoughts. maybe alcohol will keep that fucker shut. after downing another shot, this time taking her salt and lemon herself, arin soon squeezed herself into the dancing figures. no one would recognize her—not with how she’s everyone but the woman she projects on television.

in no time, arin snaked her arms around the figure before her. the smirk that played the flushed face was playful, almost challenging. her breath reeked of tequila, the corners of lemon, and her hair of smoke.

“is it just me or it’s the first time i’m seeing your cute ass here?”

glasses, face mask, a baseball cap. each time she entered this hellhole, she was adorned in whatever would hide her identity despite not being popular by any means. these methods of secretion were gone by the time she left, so it didn’t necessarily matter, but it was the paranoia, truly, that got her. she knew what she was doing was wrong — at least, by her own standards. her parents definitely wouldn’t be happy; she’d become the antithesis to everything they wanted in a child, and unable to take responsibility, jiyeon could not help but blame it on son arin. she hated her, but was extremely fond of her at the same time. she could’ve never expected to become so careless, especially with someone from another company, but she was always there whenever arin invited, far too eager to destroy herself. she got lost in the dance floor. it was like performing with 7rophy sans the pressure to be intact. perhaps the alcohol coursing through her helped as well. she wasn’t that drunk, not yet, so when a rather hands-y someone came before her, she tensed, but felt a grin surface after realizing it was only her bad influence. she took a drink of the bottle in her hand before answering. “are you so drunk you can’t even see? i need to catch up, then. come with me to get more!”

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fmdjune:

despite not really struggling with the weight issues, BC entertainment still insist on junhee going on diet for god know reasons yet today was one those days which baked goods look so scrumptious than usual and there was no will to resist the urge to buy this beautiful cinnamon whirl with raisins. the young idol literally came the gym still wearing her sports attire as goes in and out with the delicious treat in her hand yet at the moment she took a bite into the whirl. eyes while staring at her back, the horrible feeling that someone watching you and don’t know where from maybe it just her guilty mind playing tricks on her.

“sunbaenim?” jiyeon, being from a relatively nugu group, could often walk out in public without people noticing, but park junhee from bee? she should’ve been swarmed with cameras. so jiyeon was entirely surprised to see the woman before her, but satisfied nonetheless. once her eyes and memory confirmed this was bee’s maknae, she bowed, smiling lightly. the look on her face was one of culpability and jiyeon assumed this had something to do with the treat in her hand. jiyeon really preferred to obey whatever the company instructed her to do, difficult diets included, but she really didn’t care if others broke the rules, especially someone of such high esteem. “you’re eating well. that’s really good for you, but aren’t you concerned with the cameras?”

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fmdseola:

she tapped the table with perfectly manicured nails and lazily gazed over towards her companion. “what do you want ?” she asked forwardly, tipping her head slightly to the side. “you aren’t going through some large emotional crisis or anything, right?” the higher heavens knew that seola was not the type to give any emotional support— what even were emotions, after all ?

“no — ” jiyeon tried to hide her frown, but the shock compared with the humiliation left that forced smile looking a little awkward. “of course not.” she emphasized, shaking her head. “there’s not many worries when you’re an idol, don’t you agree?” she was clearly lying through her pearly white teeth, serving seola a line given to her by her manager. it felt abnormal to be so scripted when only accompanied by one person, but this person was quite cold by jiyeon’s standards and was definitely not someone she could be comfortable around. obviously she could not reciprocate her attitude, no matter how much she yearned to roll her eyes, and tell seola to suck it. these popular idols think they’re invincible.

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azumifmd:

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everyone got stressed out sometimes, right? especially when you’re an idol. the long hours and lack of privacy is enough to drive anyone insane, and sometimes you just needed some relief. a way to relax and unwind after a particularly hard day, and azumi had quickly found her favorite way to relax after aria’s debut. she tapped the carton of cigarettes against her wrist, glancing around her to make sure no one was coming, before sliding one of the sticks out of the box and placing it between her lips. the singer took a match, swiping it against the wall of the building, before cupping the flame so it could light her cigarette. almost immediately she felt the tension ease out of her shoulders with the first inhale, and she breathed out slowly. she didn’t smoke all the time, not even sometimes. it was a very, very rare occasion, maybe once or twice a month. she heard the door to the roof creak open and she jumped slightly, coughing and waving the smoke away from her face. she was like a deer caught in headlines; frozen with wide eyes. “look.. i know this looks bad - but don’t tell anyone, please. let’s just keep this between us?” she regretfully dropped the cigarette on the ground and stepped on it with the heel of her sneaker.

jiyeon was an odd one; a hypocrite, one might say. she loved the protection of being alone, but hated the loneliness of it. nonetheless, she needed these moments to herself every once and awhile, especially after shows when due to the excitement of the performance, she may just very well be too like herself. the cameras could not know such a thing, nor most other humans. so, she often went to the bathroom to calm herself down, but on that particular day, each bathroom was occupied. seriously? with no other choice, her thoughts immediately went to the roof. was she scared of heights? yes. was she more scared of herself? yes. so, after squeezing out of the waiting room, she made the brief route to the roof, nearly getting lost on the way. the doorknob was definitely rusty and difficult to open, so when jiyeon finally was able to get on the roof with one great nudge, she almost fell onto the gravel. when she caught her feet and looked up, someone was already staring back at her. they shared a similar look, though one might argue this woman’s was more justified. it definitely took a second for jiyeon to piece together this familiar face, but she did, and after that, she didn’t know what to do with herself. she hated smoking with a passion — it killed her father. jiyeon knew she was in no place to judge a sunbae and she would sound entirely too like a know-it-all, but she couldn’t quite help herself as the words left her mouth. “do you know how unhealthy that is? i can help you...quit.”