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thew solicited freedom from within confinements of tight fitting suit. male would deem black ensemble to be more of an armor. a shield that quite frankly– was redundant. in presidents own residency laid no menace for the daughter he had sworn to safeguard. ‘ are you dressed? ‘ digits tap at white marble door frame that creaked open, cranium peaking riskily in to polished area. ‘ mr. president said to be in bed now. you have an early morning tomorrow. i’ll be outside your door if you need anything. ‘ crystal sphere would often times still be glowing from above when young had to rise at the presidents beck and call. occupation rather tedious but rewarded enough money for his sister to go to college, the only goal implanted in cerebrum. ‘ goodnight, ms. hahn. ‘ @frcngible
when being the daughter of an illustrious public figure the negative often outweighed the positive. unlike her companions, jieun was frequently left to her own devices, unable to go outside the walls her dwelling without at least six sinewy men in suits encompassing her relatively dainty build. she often felt a bit like r a p u n z e l but under much more surveillance than she would have necessarily enjoyed. she discerns the voice before glancing up at the source, her thumbs ceasing their movement over cellular device in hand. ❛ you know, i don’t think i’m all that tired. ❜ she admitted, rising up from her spot with a rather mischievous smile on her lips. ❛ but if there’s one thing i am tired of is being cooped up here. let’s go do something f u n. do you like walks ? i like walks. let’s do it. pretty please. nobody will even have to know ! ❜
