“tug-of-war” — ◌ ❍ · • featuring @fttaewoo & @ftiseul ,
ftiseul:
iseul shifted on the armchair, pausing the song its run as he jotted down some critiques and notes for taewoo to take on later. there wasn’t much. taewoo’s a man ruled by certain, strong emotions, so it was difficult to find any flaws in his artistry. casting a glance aside to the designs decorating his space, iseul attempted to settle his buzzing nerves as the image of her nestled greedily in his best friends lap burned his sight blind. it made him uneasy, and he was not in the mood to figure out why. he never was.
why does she always have to make things so difficult.
the rejection coming from both men sting — a scowl enveloping her glossed petals as she straightens her posture, but she remains seated in taewoo’s lap, cocoa-coloured orbs burning with what can only be described as guarded frustration. she’s never been fond of rejection ( nor is she used to it ! ), and receiving it from two people at once is surely enough to bruise her ego. she purses her lips sourly, slender limbs crossing over her chest as her piercing gaze flits between the two — as if she was a predator choosing her prey.
arms unravel themselves, extending to link around taewoo’s neck once more — umber gaze fixated on iseul as she steadies herself in taewoo’s lap, inebriated state skewing her balance just slightly. she pauses, as if she’s mulling over her next move in her head — but anyone who truly knows miyeon knows that every move is calculated.
she shifts her gaze back to taewoo, fingertips cascading along his skin as she feigns a sincere pout, lower lip jutting out as she peers at him through her plump lashes. “ you’re not interested, taewoo ? “ she asks with a quivering voice, hurt evident in her words. her eyes, now clouded with self-doubt, begin to shake — dropping from taewoo’s features to stare down at the floor. “ i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have tried to come onto you... “ she throws in a sniffle, and then a hiccup for good measure. svelte frame rocks back as if she’s trying to scurry off his lap — almost tipping over.
her act is convincing and if she wasn’t so fucking committed to it, she’d be laughing right now. but if miyeon’s being honest, she’s kicking herself mentally because she knows better than get to fucking drunk around iseul, or around anyone at all — an inebriated state leads to a rusty game, and a rusty game means those pesky feelings she tries so very hard to drown out begin to resurface. it’s why miyeon rarely drinks around other people. her tolerance is low, and she can’t risk being knocked off her game and exposed for who she really is. so, she quickly makes a mental note: no more drinks tonight.













