hey❣ it’s ash again and i bring you this lil spicy bean iris choi or that bitch iris. she’ll happily have you believe that she’s all poison, keep the potion (i bid y’all good luck) but she’s really a good time i promise ❣ down below i have a tldr! you know the drill❣ like this post and i’ll slide in the dms❣
— hey, do you know 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈 𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒? she look like 𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐉𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄 , a 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 years old 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐋 who is known for being 𝐁𝐎𝐋𝐃 and 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 yet 𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐘 and 𝐔𝐍𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐘. no? well, if you happen to see them around, do let me know !
𝔟𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔣 —
tw: alcoholism
23 years old. sun in leo, moon in aquarius, rising in gemini ^^
born and raised in auckland,nz, iris moved to south korea when she was in her mid-teens due to her rebellious nature and subsequent drinking problem. she moved schools twice in nz bc of fighting and bringing booze into school.
has severe daddy issues and the stony exterior is a result of. goes by the philosophy of ‘can’t make ‘em stay if i was bad to them in the first place’
as if that wasn’t bad enough, she has issues with control (cue her mother aka momager) and goes above and beyond to make sure no one is trying to box her in. she will destroy you
she has been modelling since she was seven yrs old; does mostly editorial now but is popular on the gram too
has never committed to anything academic, the lifestyle never fostered within her from young. a college drop out, she dreams of going back to school and having her own clothing line one day but really drinks too much to really have goals
currently lives in a luxury apartment funded by the married man she is involved with, tells her mother its mostly from the modelling gigs. tells her friends it’s just about the money but sometimes she wonders if she is worth being someone’s wife one day
what’s love anyway? she doN’T KNOW HER
obsessed with things, let it be designer, let it be expensive, let it be red bottomed. will spend her cheque on clothes and mooch off of her friends/roommates for food + groceries
𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔬𝔫𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔶 —
moody and sometimes abrasive to people, friend and foe if you happen to cross her. she’s mostly misunderstood and often finds it hard to make friends due to her messy behaviour when she’s under the influence.
will call people out on their bs and this has made her both respected and loathed in the modelling realm
when she’s drunk she’s always on sum fuck shit. she cries her eyes out at the club and then curses you out in the same breath on thursday night thru sunday morning. BE THERE OR BE SQUARE
she is quite bold and can walk up to most people and start conversations, it’s just not frightening them away with her rbf that’s the problem
rather loyal to those who earn it and show promise of not slipping away from her. these are the very few that she’s r.o.d for. she knows how hard it is to completely trust someone so she will treasure them with her life!
𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔫𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 —
i actually have a plots page up! otherwise my bb girl needs
real ride or dies
a squad within the modelling/fashion sector
club mates, bar mates
romantic ships - flirtationships, fwbs, exes, one night only’s
enemies, frenemies, ppl who really can’t take her, ex friends
gaeun » when are you not trying to get slopppy iris??
gaeun » girl, so do i , i got a shoot tomorrow. bright and early.
gaeun » you got any houses in mind??
iris » girl ur being too loud !
iris » i’ve had a sober night or two
iris » idk but ur an actress, i'm a model i'm sure we can just turn up anywhere and get let in
iris » otherwise what is all this clout for?
ari ➪ first of all…..
ari ➪ we are NOT scamming anyone
ari ➪ im sure we will find a house to hit up its gangnam!!!!!!
ari ➪ damn thats sad ill buy u food queen
iris » ari pls they can afford to spare a bottle or two
iris » since ur so confident i'm letting u take the wheel tonight
iris » omg buy me the finest sashimi pls
harley › in that case i take it back .. ily bitch .
harley › i’m sure that could be arranged .. let’s both do it
harley › aw , darn .. but listen , it’s not stealing if you wanted it & they made it easy for you to take . finders keepers or whatever . either way , you’re bound to look gorgeous , so does it really matter ? i think not .
iris » istG ilysm like fucking step on my neck queen
iris » i love the way u think
iris » not to mention that it's defo not stealing bc the stylist owes me so if u need anything i got u
iris » lemme know what time to be ready for !
jaejin › and i’m sure i’ll revert back to singing your praises soon
jaejin › maybe i’d agree with you if that rang true the other way around ? you know damn well whenever i cook for you , i still gotta clean too
jaejin › if it’s really going to be a surprise , that means i have to come pick you up too , doesn’t it ? 😔 .. i’ll see you soon
iris » u cook well, u clean well
iris » ur the whole package i aM SHAKING
iris » it's cute that u still ask at this point
iris » don't be late 💖💖
honey › ᴡᴇ aren’t hitting up anywhere for pre-anything.
honey › i'm booked & busy tonight
honey › i can maybe join you afterwards for the main event , tho ?
iris » boo, u whore !!
iris » honey u know it's not gonna be lit without u
iris » it's fine or whateva just make sure you find me at the party
iris » and buy me a drink to make up for this disappointment 😘
now lore wouldn’t say that she wasn’t violent, but she also wouldn’t advocate it either or use it without reason. this though.. this was a perfect good reason in her opinion. self defence was practically ingrained in her by now, and with a few drinks down her ( because like hell she wasn’t going to get drunk at this fucking party. hell no ), her tolerance had worn way too thin.
one moment she was having fun with her friends, before losing herself in the crown and back up to the bar easily to get another drink. at the start of the night with the angel wings still on her back, this had been a pretty hard feat to move about.. but she’d pretty much shucked them off to the cloakroom as quickly as she’d downed her first drink. she liked the complete outfit and all, and she looked damn fucking good if she did say so herself. but it was frustrating at the same time. that aside though, being at the bar had led to the start of a fiasco as she’d felt a hand on her back, then her waist– and well that was enough for lore to turn and swing. instinct. survival. taking over as she decked the other with a quick punch. honestly, her hand fucking hurt, but lore still managed to flee through the crowd almost gracefully until she was outside.
“fucking– fuck.. motherfucker.“ as much as she didn’t exactly want to let her night be ruined, it wasn’t exactly the best thing to deal with when she was only half way through the night.
parties are fun when you’re looking down from the top , iris surmises from an aerial view of the club ( akin to a valkyrie surveying a battlefield ) given to her from the vip section. but the smoking area is really where its at and it is there where she slips away silkily from the arms of a man who doesn’t know her name, to a promise of a nicotine high to compliment the soft haze from the whisky she had been sipping on.
on her way out, she delves into her clutch for her cigarette case, eyes drifting over the small crowd of individuals outside of the club pursuing the same ephemeral bliss at the end of a stick. the model is known for waltzing her way around the club alone, but those who know her best are well aware of her tendency to sit outside on the cold concrete, making friends with the bouncers and babbling incoherent certitudes to anyone who will listen.
she spots her friend a few yards away from the group, and in seconds she’s by the other’s side, her heels singing crescendos into the pavement. it’s strange to see her outside by herself, and though she knows lore can take care of herself ( has oft seen it and relished in the sight ) iris still allows worry to taint the forefront of her musings. ‘bitch, why are you out here all al—’ her words halt in her throat as it dawns on her that her friend is in a foul mood and her tone is all too quick to soften, concern dripping from every cadence. ‘hey hey hey, talk to me, babe. what happened?’
it’s a wonder how no one has chanced the model’s fury and plucked her latest cocktail out of her hand. she’s close to oblivion, even she can feel how she teeters ever so close to a shade so perilous. she can feel it in the way the gnarled fingers of nausea wrap around her stomach and heavy weights balance on the tips of her eyelashes. it’s rare for the model to reach such a stage, crystalline tears marked in charcoal usually enough to deem her unfit to stay but tonight she’s running away from something and what, pray tell, will happen when she runs out of road?
the dance floor is cruel in it’s redemption; it chews her up and spits her out and she’s stumbling towards the nearest seating area for respite, that is until she walks into what seems like a wall of flesh. ‘excuse you,’ she utters in annoyance, fingers scrambling to pull down the hem of her dress as she addresses the woman she had just ran into. the stranger turns around, graces iris with a sneer and before iris could formulate a sentence to inquire what the fuck her problem was, a barrage of insults are reeling off of the woman’s tongue.
‘so you’re the whore who’s been leeching off of my husband !’ she screeches, drawing the attention of those who surround them. ‘look at you, the way you behave i can see why you have to steal your men.’ it all transpires with a quickness that iris isn’t entirely sure if this scene is playing out in her head or actually happening ( and even to her for that matter ). surely, the nebulous edges that border this scene aren’t solely due to the poison that has been trickling through her lips since before she got to the club. yet reality rushes in bathed in crimson, a sting blossoming ruby red and angry across the apple of iris’ cheek after the other lands a slap on the model’s face.
‘motherfucker,’ iris screams, fists balled and ready to wreak havoc on hyunsoo’s wife. it’s only as she’s close to swinging that a firm hand around her wrist stops her. ‘i’ll fucking kill her, i swear!’
hyunsoo ambles in swathed in an inky mood and iris knows that they have argued. she is armed with the right decorum for nights like these, truly wanting to meet his stony countenance with a scowl of her own but she is continuously humbled by the gifts he comes to her apartment with which always warrants a smile. tonight he deposits a chanel shopping bag on her coffee table as if it is mere grocery and settles into the green velvet lounge chair she chose out of the catalogue herself. ‘what happened? she asks, her fingers lacing with his cruel appendages to aid him in taking off of his cufflinks. she’s past caring to be honest ( the intricacies of his marriage all too labyrinthine for the model to comprehend ) and what does she know of the union between two kindred souls proclaimed in a papery covenant? nothing but there are certain obligations that she knows she must tend to. otherwise, the luxury apartment, the designer clothes, the credit card ; all of it could suddenly come to a stark nihility.
‘she was able to get ahold of my bank statements,’ he said curtly, moving his hand away from hers to trace circles on her bare thigh as if somehow he could picture the demise of his marriage in such perfect microcosms. what iris likes about hyunsoo is he is bare bones, he has nothing to hide from her. everything in his life is an open book and the reality oft tips a corner of her lips into a smirk. you know, candy from babies and the like. ‘and so?’ she subtly takes his hand away to press her lips against them, not wanting anything to advance further until she knew that their terms of engagement were safe.
‘it was the wrong account but she’s definitely suspicious.’ sighing, he points toward the shopping bag, a promise of something new and pricey to be unboxed. ‘let’s not ruin the evening talking about her.’ they had been doing this for four months now, novelty still fringing their affair. whether love is attached to it or not, iris plays her part in the transaction. evident in the way she dons her award-winning smile, supernovae present in her eyes as if he, alone, is responsible for the combustion of stars in the sky.
a ruby red chanel bag waits for her under gift wrap which she tries on right away, capering off towards the nearest mirror. ‘how much did you spend?!’ she lets out a mock gasp, admiring her reflection in the hallway mirror. and should the model add actress to her list of achievements? she watches as an amalgamation of derision and pride taints her expression, certainly pleased with the level of finesse she has over this man. iris is quick, however, to resume her role for as soon as she hears his chuckle follow her down the hall, her lips spread into a smile of saccharine proportions and she’s moving along to the sound of his voice. he calls out, ‘you know we don’t talk about money, sweetie. now, come here,’ and she simply answers, ‘yes, daddy.’
jisun can appreciate a good halloween; as dark and edgy as it is for him to say, he likes being terrified by something that he knows isn’t real for once, a nice break from being terrified by the realer stuff, like rent and bees and the crushing pressure of not disappointing his family. he loves haunted houses especially for that thrill that they give him, and he had been looking forward to the one at the annual carnival because the ones in the states hadn’t really…done anything for him. the ones his campus used to hold were a little too obsessed with chainsaws and evil doctors, and they hadn’t even been executed well, leaving jisun more annoyed by the time he came out than afraid. this one had looked so much more promising.
“hey,” jisun turns to the person next in line with him, rubbing the worn fabric of his gloves between his fingers restlessly, “do you know if this is one of those haunted houses where the actors can actually make physical contact?” does he want it to be? there’s butterflies in his stomach. maybe he does.
the grotesque doesn’t sit in wait in aquiline corners of the haunted house but rather in the house of mirrors where distortions of the self are harsh realities to be reckoned with. so the model avoids the attraction, choosing righteous petrification over any possibility of facing herself. as they move along in the darkness, iris cannot help that the suspense that hangs in the air like an afterthought, a suggestion, invites goosebumps to pepper her arms, despite the oversized shaggy coat she’s wearing. and she loves it ! no stranger to danger, iris gets her kicks from the plunge of a threatened heart, a wavering ego. so when the guy in front of her utters his worries, she greets him with a smile so celestial it’s worthy of painting the stars in envy. ‘i hope so, can they actually do that?’ she asks with a sing-song laugh that juxtaposes with the shrieks that echo from the corridor ahead of them.
harley › the fact that you still haven’t learned that i’m always right is mildly upsetting .
harley › of course i didn’t tf .. don’t be rude .
harley › ok , but isn’t that always the goal ? well .. it is when you’re hot and worth anything , imo . anyway , i think you’ll pull off whatever you decide . both in a metaphorical and literal sense , if i know you as well as i think i do .
iris » bb WYM ur ma queen ok, i fucking worship u
iris » shdh HARLEY PLS
iris » if you leave it to me, i'll go naked.
iris » just kidding! i stole a bunch of shit from work so i'm just gonna throw something tgt
jaejin › don’t tell me what to do , ugly
jaejin › lol i wouldn’t call that payback .. bc not only was the food almost inedible , don’t forget you made me clean up your mess too
jaejin › eh , i’m fine with that . what is the queen in the mood for ?
iris » ugly now? u weren't calling me ugly a few nights ago 😇
iris » wait a minute, that was only fair tho! the one who doesn't cook, cleans!
iris » surprise me! i'm just getting my make up done but let's meet in an hour?
Make yourself available for the carnival. It’s not a question nor an invitation. It’s an order.
He was half joking of course. The only thing he was serious about was making sure Iris would be available to hang out with him on Halloween. The two models came a long way in their little friendship over the years. When they first met each other, they didn’t quite hit it off. Mainly due to Kaelan and his distrusting nature but the way she had treated him was somehow pleasant and safe. Maybe she was worth a shot in the sea of superficial backstabbing freaks of the industry. Iris was real (and cute) and Kaelan was blunt, and somehow this worked out and little by little, they’ve found themselves in their own little space of teasings and deep conversations.
Pacing at the entrance of the carnival, Kaelan waited excitedly for his friend to show up. He also wondered if he should have brought something to cover his bare legs and protect them from the chilly weather. Unfortunately for the designer, he would rather be found dead in style. Whipping out his phone, he decided to send her a text just in case.
I’m waiting by the entrance~
a meeting with kaelan is a meeting with someone who’s heart is of the same trappings as one’s own. which is why when she left the studio in haste ; it was in kaelan’s company that iris would finally feel the fringes of home, shelter from the storm brewing in the media. the colossal furry number that slouches over her shoulders shields her from the chilly evening air, underneath snatches of the savage little corset dress with a hem up to waterline. she’s not wearing much ( when is she ever ) , but iris believes in beauty over pneumonia and to be fair, the only skin on show is the flash of porcelain that peeks from between the top of her thigh high platform boots and the titillating hem of her dress.
cigarette poised perfunctorily between her sanguine-hued lips, she crouches low on the pavement, rare moments of sober solitude to really get her thoughts together. she reminds herself in a meditative state, that modelling isn’t all she has and that if her career was to collapse, she’d be just fine. but deep down, even she doesn’t believe it. fucking get yourself together, bitch. ya weak. you don't know that this world is fucking yours? she feels her thigh vibrate, prying her from her musings. a soft sigh slips out as she exhales a plume of smoke, a dragon in every right. she fishes for her phone in her pocket which proves to be quite the feat since the coat she’s wearing is ten times her size and the oversized cuffs do nothing but conceal her hands. unlocking the device, it dawns on her that she’s running late which is a constant for the model but alas, it’s kaelan and if anyone is as deserving on this planet as he is of her best, it’s him. acrylic fingernails echoing murder against the phone’s screen, she sends a text back, making her way towards the entrance.
kaey : i’m just around the corner
it doesn’t take her long to find him in the congregation of bodies waiting to enter the carnival. upon seeing him, her stride quickens and she near suffocates him in a flurry of shaggy fur before he could say anything, her cigarette poised in the air between her index and middle finger so she doesn’t burn him with it. ‘babe, you absolutely slayed this look, you look fucking fire.’ she says in english as she presses a kiss on his cheek.
“hey!” she exclaimed happily, a bright smile on her face as she approached iris, genuinely happy to see her friend. she couldn’t recall the last time they had seen each other but it felt like it was probably forever ago at this point. “are you here alone?” suddenly, a worried expression spread across the girl’s face as she examined the other’s features, trying to see how she was doing and whether she was even okay to drink anything else. hyemi had arrived pretty late, so she felt like everyone around her was already living it up while she would still have to catch up to them.
there she is, fifty shades of fucked up with sylphlike appendages wrapped around a glass of something evil. a massacre of obsidian curls flounce across her countenance as her neck, trapped in a diamond choker, fails to support her head. at one point, the music penetrates her and her first instinct is to dance, to dive deep into the rhythm. however, wearing intoxication as a life jacket is a futile affair, and instead, she drowns in it, letting the dance floor and its inhabitants deluge her. she’s not quite sure when she departed from the merry embrace that being tipsy provides, to this chaotic alternative but at least she’s not feeling anything — anything at all, for that matter — and she can find solace in the realisation that her goal is complete.
coming up for air, somehow on the other side, she realises that she’s without her drink and to be without fuel is to crash and burn. so before she could smoulder, her legs concealed by dangerously thigh high boots stagger their way towards the bar. she knows they’re all watching her, a speckled inky sky of disparaging eyes glued to the damsel with the penchant for self-destruction. but fuck ‘em, she muses. she’s having fun and who is going to caution her? no one would dare, lest they craved pandemonium in a bottled form.
upon reaching the bar, unfocused orbs hidden behind the black contacts that shroud her scleras struggle to pinpoint who is a bartender, a friend over a sea of foes. it isn’t until a saccharine voice reaches her over the cacophony of voices and a heavy bassline that she picks hyemi from the crowd. ’ya! is that im hyemi?!’ she near shrieks, making her way over to her newfound interlocutor. her dogged saunter takes her to the other’s side where she crashes unceremoniously into the bar, a promise of black and blue to mar her alabaster skin in the morning. ‘my loooove,’ she purrs, snaking an arm around the other’s neck before pulling her into a hug. is it possible to feel abashed even when the skin on her body doesn't feel as if it belongs to her? perhaps iris has mastered such a feat, evident in the way she swerves hyemi's question, not wanting to admit that she gave jaejin and kaelan the slip. they were skilled in the art of pilfering drinks from her hands when she was drinking too much too fast and she needed to be numb, especially tonight. ‘i was born into this world alone and i shall leave it alone. yo, that’s fucking grim for even me... anyway, listen, i love you and have i told you you’re fucking amazing? let’s drink to that!’
Attending the carnival he knew that he’d run into familiar people and would eventually end up hanging around with them depending on what it was they had planned. He had left Lily with a rabbit sitter that didn’t mind watching his rabbit during the carnival. He would pick her up once he thought he had spent enough time at the carnival. He wasn’t planning on staying for too long. Running into Iris was something that wasn’t planned, but it was nice running into a friend. Sometimes he doesn’t get to see his friends too often due to work. They chatted for a bit and soon they were both looking for things to do together at the carnival. He knew that them finding something to do together would help pass time and it would make things more fun than just attending the carnival by yourself. They both decided to check out the game stalls to see what was available and the options were endless seeing what was available. He wasn’t sure though what Lily was interested in and would like to check with her to see what caught her attention. He would rather play at the game stalls that interested the female. “So since there’s a lot of options we can go with, which one do you want to go with first?”
she’s early ! only because iris opted to ditch the venue she was shooting at before wrap time as she was simply over it. in her mind she could hear jaejin admonishing her, trying to instil a lesson that had no room in her haphazard lifestyle. but she didn’t care. she had caught the staff talking about her behind her back, sibilant whispers featuring a certain club owner and herself and had she not been on her third strike, she would have personally made sure they wished they kept their mouths shut. all she could do was watch as they scuttled away like mice when she entered the room, anger shaking her tiny frame. so she left for the carnival. whilst waiting for her friends to join her, she encounters the ever so sweet minjun and who better to keep her company and distract her from the cognisant gazes that bounce from her to their phone screens and back again. ‘how about the the milk bottle stand? there’s a gudetama plush doll prize that is such a mood and i want it.’
