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𝕊ℍ𝕀ℕ𝕎𝕆𝕆 / ℝ𝕆𝕆𝕂

primadonna.

[...]

his knee jerking slightly at the mention of his mother. “of course she’s an extraordinary woman,” he says, brushing off her attempt at crawling even deeper into his skin, “she had me.” he presses down on the gas pedal and takes off quickly before he could do anything else. he remembers the special care his mother has always given to kaeun – the little trinkets, get-well cards and baskets, even calls to shinwoo asking things such as, what would kaeun like? how the hell is he supposed to know?

“she’s the mayor’s wife,” he says as a smirk crawls his way up to his face, “so she needs little charity cases now and then to be entertained.” the car rolls slowly to a stop sign, and that’s when shinwoo decides to finally take a look at kaeun. he slides his sunglasses down to the tip of his nose, so his eyes can get a clear view of kaeun – from her begrudgingly attractive face (though, shinwoo is much better looking) to the mess she’d probably refer to as ‘shoes.’

he pouts mockingly. “and darling, you need all the help you can get.”

“did you not hear what i just said? i asked for fifteen seconds, only fifteen seconds of civility, and yet here you are, being the biggest cunt in the universe. so how many times do i need to tell you to shut your fucking cunt mouth?” she’s not actually upset, not in the slightest, but dealing with shinwoo is much easier when she gives him the chance to think that he has the upper hand. it’s something that most people want in this town; dominance, control over others, a hidden ace up their sleeve. “sure, keep telling that to yourself. maybe then it’ll finally come true, but for now, you’re just a boring cunt who looks awful in pink. it’s almost paradoxical but there’s nothing that i can do about it.”

yet she doesn’t just stop there, doesn’t stop because she can’t let him win. “however, i do know someone who actually looks amazing in pink. you know sanha, right? well next to him, little boy, you look like a...” she trails off, running her tongue across her bottom lip before pulling a tube of lip-gloss out of her purse. pink of course. “well i’m not sure why anyone would want to look at you when sanha is around. and although you keep saying that you’re the best, you fail to realize that your words only display your crippling insecurities.”

kaeun leans back in her seat, muscles relaxing in a brief instant as she lets out a satisfied sigh and applies a new coat of gloss, giving her lips a plump shape and a dazzling glow. “truthfully, i’d actually consider you her only flaw. everything she does is splendid and everything she creates takes my breath away...”

“and then we have,” she scrunches up her nose as she focuses her eyes on him, muttering only a single word, “you,” she says it with an expression that could only be reserved for tasting bland and awful food, perhaps even something incredibly sour. “but i do hope that you also know that you wonderful mother had to get fucked so she could have you. so really, i wouldn’t call you her greatest achievement.”

her lips curl into a coy grin once more and so she turns her head away, rejecting the notion and pain of dealing with his obnoxious and intolerable persona. if he’s so bold and brave to call her vexing, then how does he even behave when he faces his own reflection in the mirror? “whatever you say. i’ll never say no to spending time with your mother. now be mommy’s good little boy and keep driving.”

#/ namshinhrs #/ primadonna #so is this the part where they just kill each other?

𝕊𝔸ℕℍ𝔸 / ℝ𝕆𝔹𝕀ℕ

into the dark night

[...]

‘so, tell me. do you actually believe we’re gonna find something?’ personally? he wasn’t all too sure what he was expecting out of it. with how many lunatics were freely walking around in ilmyo these days, it might very well have been nothing but a prank. he wouldn’t be too surprised by it; there was already a handful of names he could list that he’d deem capable of doing so. still, the thought of chasing after something so eery was exciting in itself. just a visit wouldn’t do it any justice. they’d have to stay overnight to actually experience the thrill of it all.

and even if it had been nothing but a fabricated myth, they could always resort to the drinks he had stowed away in his own bag.

‘we’re here. i think.’ his eyes scan the surroundings; unsure what to look for exactly, but still hoping to find something. he gives up easily. instead, his gaze lingers on kaeun, lips curving into a teasing grin. ‘you can always grab my hand if you get scared, kaeun.’ her name comes out sweetly, followed by a gentle nudge of his elbow. ‘i will not tease you for it. you have my word.’ and a playful wink at that.

fuck, fuck, fuck, it’s the only proper word that keeps ringing inside of her head like an irksome alarm clock, but much to her chagrin, kaeun knows that she won’t get a chance to wake up and just hide underneath her silken sheets, forget it all like it’s a bad dream. she could call it a riddle of some sort, for it’s not a dream, not a nightmare, take a wild guess and find something that’s almost unbearable to face – what is it, do you dare to predict? well it’s nothing more but than the very thing some call reality. she curses herself for even coming up with the silly idea, but who would’ve thought that sanha would’ve actually said yes. she mistook him for a coward and for such a foolish slip up on her end, she now must face the consequences of her own words. what a painful slap right across the face for little miss kaeun, this mistake she won’t dare to forget.

when all things get taken into an account, some could say that perhaps the horrible and wicked heo kaeun is not a victim after all, but a girl with a death wish. after everything that’s happened to her, only a lunatic would go out of their way to spend a night somewhere deep within a forest in the middle of an almost starless night. but truth be told, if she were actually suicidal, she would’ve definitely opted for a more glamorous and memorable death, the kind of story that turns into an urban legend, so that even after she’s gone, no one ever dares to forget her name. trudging along the way, she’s pulled back into reality when she hears sanha’s question, and in that moment, she quickens her pace, unsure of what to say. she shouldn’t have even been here in the first place. this whole thing is a fucking mistake. “i don’t know. i hope so. because i’m growing quite tired. plus you know, i just want this to be over. i’ve listened to the audio once more. some of it is morse code. not just utter nonsense.”

the frown on her face only deepens and she quietly manages to mutter, “for you, this might be nothing, but after that incident with my car, i haven’t been feeling like myself lately. so i just hope that this is a harmless prank and that we’ll get to enjoy in a nice and calm evening under this beautiful night sky,” and scene. the lines are delivered and the actress takes a deep bow, thanking her crowd with glistening tears in her eyes.

“it appears that we are, i don’t see anything special or out of the ordinary,” kaeun chimes in as she finally peels her eyes away from the scenery. “thank you, sanha, you’re a true gentleman. swan was such a lucky girl to have you in her life. i wouldn’t mind holding your hand at all,” the words that leave her lips are almost said with a childish innocence, but her smile tells an entirely different tale. “you probably have very soft hands too. perfect for holding.”

#/ hrssanha #/ into the dark #hrs frequency

𝕊ℍ𝕀ℕ𝕎𝕆𝕆 / ℝ𝕆𝕆𝕂

primadonna.

[...]

his car screeches to a stop, and he truly hopes the sudden friction leaves a skid mark on the parking lot. he sees the time – ten minutes later than the promised time. good. she should be done and waiting for him by now. he rolls down the window and honks the horn until he actually sees heo kaeun. it really shouldn’t be hard, considering she is the only person that’s worth looking at in their local gym.

god, he can’t believe he actually thinks that. it makes him shudder with disgust.

he honks, trying to get her attention; trying to get this day over with. “get in, loser,” he shouts, voice louder than usual, “we’re going shopping.”

@kaeunhrs

it’s crazy how life can so easily be flipped and turned upside down no matter how hard one tries to take control of the wheel - one pulls and pulls, does all their best to turn the wheel in the opposite direction, but it’s the gravity and laws of physics that make humans seem so powerless and weak. nonetheless, when something awful happens, one must learn how to live with it or suffer in silence, allow themselves to be entirely consumed by the immense displeasure and anger.

but heo kaeun is not one of those who would pick the latter, not one of those would let fate dictate over her head like some omnipresent being. the truth is, there is no one above, no one that they call the almighty, for if there were someone up there among the cloud, why would he allow so much suffering and injustice?

no, there is no above for heo kaeun is her own god. life does her push towards different and yet sometimes greatly unpleasant paths, but it is upon her to make something out of her own life, upon her to shape and mold herself so that she can face the world prepared. some might say that she’s vain, in love with herself, the very thing that's wrong with today's society, a girl who’d die just for a drop of attention. but they don't understand how it feels to be heo kaeun, how it feels to crave the entire world and all the beauty that life gives.

she’s rotten, deep from withing, like an apple that’s been sitting for too long out in the rain. but really, she deserves a lot and so much more and as it always goes, it is the wicked girls who are blessed with most beauty. so let her die for something that she craves - even if that something is attention.

today, however, she knows that she’s about to spend the rest of it with someone who, as much as he tries to deny it, is just as rotten as her. but perhaps that’s what makes his company so tolerable, the comport of being somewhat known, somewhere deep inside. checking her wrist watch, she notices that he’s running late, yet as soon as she hears screeching of a car, she doesn’t even have to look up - she already knows that it’s him.

she approaches the car with a casual smile, walking slower than usual despite his seemingly impatient demeanor. “can you not be a cunt for like, 15 seconds?” the question is followed by a sudden smirk as she opens the car door and gets inside, using her black shades like one would use a hairpin to prevent more black hair from obscuring her pretty face. “besides, pink is so not your color. you’d look so pale in pink. it would look awful on you.”

”how’s your wonder mother by the way? i miss her quite a lot. i’ve been meaning to send her a little thank you note for everything that she does. she’s truly an extraordinary woman,” and just like that, kaeun knows where it hurts the most.

#/ namshinhrs #/ primadonna #primadonna girl... yeah ... all i ever wanted was the world

𝕁𝕆𝕆𝕐𝕆𝕌ℕ𝔾 / ℂℝ𝔸ℕ𝔼.

UPPER HAND,

[...]

he circles one of the calf-raise machines, head at a puzzled tilt. the instruction sticker had been worn down to barely nothing, the only words he can make out being: sit. so he sits. lips in a downward curve, he glances around the room, hoping to take pointers from someone on a similar machine. his eyes land on one of the fitness trainers preoccupied with what seems like some kind of warm-up by the floor-length mirrors. he allows his gaze to travel the length of her body - only for a second… maybe two.

she starts to turn and his gaze snaps to the floor. he’s already been shunned by his gym group, the last thing he needs is to be banned from the place entirely for ogling the staff. he clears his throat as she approaches, acting as if he’d been craning his neck to re-read the faded sticker by his knee. “Oh, hey,” he mutters back. “Uh, sure? I can’t really figure this thing out…”

nodding gently, she offers him a wide smile as a sign of utmost respect and willingness to help, treating him like she would treat any other client that is in a urgent need of her assistance. “of course, you have no reason to worry. i’m right here to help in any way that i can,” well rehearsed lines tumble off her tongue with a silky smoothness and it’s no wonder that kaeun has managed to secure herself the title of the best employee of the month for the last six consecutive months in a row. that’s half of a year of hard work and faux smiling.

“it does appear like a complicated machine to use, doesn’t it? but once you start working out, you’ll see how comically simple it truly is,” huffing out a small laugh, kaeun leans onto the machine and firmly grasps the cold metal like she’s trying to prove a non-existing point. for a moment, she feels as if though she’s seen him somewhere before, like she actually knows him. it's like staring at a painting you swear you once saw at a local museum years ago; you’re familiar with the colors and the technique, but it’s the scenery that remains an unknown territory.

she’s surely thinking too much about it or perhaps not enough, as her proneness to forgetting is almost a serious crime. but ilmyo is a small town, the size of a mediocre coat pocket, so she must’ve at least passed by him a few times without truly noticing. well either way, if a face is worth remembering, then she’ll unquestionably have no trouble with recalling certain memories. shaking her head quickly as if trying to throw off the confusion which seems to lie on her mind, she puts a hand on his shoulder, now leaning closer to him with her entire body.

“okay, first things first, place your toes at the edge of the platform and adjust the pads firmly on top of your thighs,” unlocking the machine, she places a hand on one of his thighs and says, “now raise your heels to lift the weights. also keep your back straight and your knees bent at a ninety degree angle. got it? the next step is to slowly inhale as you lower the weights by lowering your heels until they are close to the floor.”

#/ hrsjooyoung #/ upper hand

ghostsandgoblins

#x . ── ( inspo. )#// so kaeun

TWO GRAVES,

there is a point when one must stop and wonder whether or not their life seems to be going off the tracks at an alarmingly high speed and with the recent deaths and the suspiciously unfortunate accident with her car, it would only make sense for kaeun to pack her bags and run for her dear life in any possible direction.

but she isn’t running nor is she hiding as she knows that her sins are no worse than those of her closest associates. everyone’s got something to hide, including her, but first she must find those who had dared to threaten her. with enough freedom and public access and a few whispers from the local barflies, she’s managed to come up with her own list of the the potential suspects.

now having the presence of the newly arrived detective is certainly a plus, but one must never completely trust strangers, especially those who willingly set their feet on the soil of ilmyo. someone ought to coin a phrase that wouldn’t do much for the town’s tourism revenue, but it would certainly paint a clearer picture of its day to day life; remember, if you’re scared of going to hell, you’ve probably never been to ilmyo.

snapping slightly out of her own thoughts, she remembers where she is and why she came and for a split of one second, her eyes land on her target. if things had remained normal, she would’ve never even batted an eye at him - they’re from two different words despite being born in the same place and it’s a strange juxtaposition that only life can create. life and cruel teenage girls in their own heads. but she isn't here to reminisce of the past, isn’t here to look for skeletons long buried. she’s here to make sure that more bones don’t end up being swallowed by the dirt.

“ehm, bartender,” she clears her throat, letting a charming smile do the rest of her talking. “the next round is all on me!” kaeun cheerfully proclaims as she lifts up her freshly refilled shot glass. it’s good that the bar is half empty or else she’d be paying too much for nothing. “on this fine evening, i wish to celebrate life! i am so happy to be here with all of you right now!”

@hrsminseok

#/ hrsminseok #/ two graves

UPPER HAND,

for a girl whose car now closely resembles to nothing else but a pile of burnt metal, kaeun seems to possess enough positive energy to lift even the dead from their shallow graves. spunky, her mother would often say, spinning in circles like a pretty whirligig. but the same energy certainly appears to be missing on this fine and rather boring evening at the local gym - which from her sharp and precise point of view has turned into a mini ghost town of its own. a ghost town within a soon to be ghost town; how awfully ironic.

so almost instinctively she manages to find herself right before the largest mirror at the gym, but it’s a tragically unknown fact that a room full of mirrors would make kaeun happier than the company of her closest friends. nevertheless we all have our tragic faults and flaws - or so would say the unreliable narrator in one out of many best selling crime novels.

she stretches properly, allowing her body to naturally relax and bend itself, and after solid twenty minutes of mild but rather efficient practice, she ends her little performance without an audience with a few quick twirls on her tiptoes.

see, she can even grow bored of herself quickly - it’s no wonder why she as a child used her vivid and endless imagination to create better scenarios for her own life. a little short of breath, she makes her way through the rest of the gym, observant eyes landing on the currently present faces. “hey, how’s it going?” she greets, keeping a rather casual tone and demeanor, all for the sake of making clients happy and content. “do you need any assistance by the way?”

@hrsjooyoung

#/ upper hand #/ hrsjooyoung

hello everyone, i’m erin and i saw sharp objects mentioned in the plot and i went wild and i had to apply ( gillian flynn really owns my heart and soul and i have all of her books ). i’ll be playing lark, a pathological liar bc women get to be a little evil, as a treat. i look forward to plotting with you all and if anyone prefers discord, just let me know!

#x . ── ( ooc. )