In a Daydream

Wings of an angel, Mind of a devil~ Rose 24 Bartender at Allure Nightclub Embodiment of Hermes

[krxchaeyoung-blog]

☤ : Is there anything about their health they are continuously on edge about? Something they disregard?

she freezes when she hears the question, all thoughts leaving her when she realizes how might her answer sound to embodiment of zeus equally reckless?

but maybe he understands she asks herself. maybe as the god of the sky he might understand?

it is in the middle of her inner bickering that she realizes her arm had absentmindedly draped itself behind her shoulder, hand pressing lightly onto the bump present on her spine.

chaeyoung remembers the time she was caught flying, remembers the time her belt snapped and she almost revealed her wings to the public. in all honesty, she wasn’t even the least bit afraid during those times, her outgoing hermes-typical behavior taking hold and creating a cheery atmosphere where there was darkness.

her attention to her health, however, was drawn towards her wings and damage received while being restrained under the belts. the pain was minuscule occasionally, causing minor discomfort that could be adjusted, and terrible other times, to the point where she was forced to release them for a good hour or two. although she can go on about daily activities, her wings can become sore easily if anything hits them, and chaeyoung finds herself worrying that her wings might become damaged and bent overtime.

but for now she puts a smile on her face, masking the pain lingering in the back of her mind. she never was one for complaining, never wanting to ruin someone else’s good mood by trading her bad one, and instead opted for internal struggles rather than outward.

her arm falls back to her side as she turns and grins, is twinkling in the light. “nope, not at all.”

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☂ + ☾

☂ : Storms or clear skies?

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“it depends.” chaeyoung giggles, staring out the window of her apartment. the rain outside causes the view to blend together, creating a mural of colors and blurry images. like a small child, she watches as the droplets race down the glass, silently routing for one to win over the other.

“if it’s for relaxing purposes then i much prefer stormy days. thunder helps me sleep, plus, clear skies seem to me so...boring.” she twists her face in questioning before a small smile bursts out on her face. “but obviously if i plan on flying around then i would go for clear skies. after all,” she pauses and juts her thumb to her back. “these babies would much rather stay dry than soaking wet.”

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☾ : On a sleepless night, what would they be found doing?----------------------------------------------------------------

“well, someone’s quite curious aren’t they? plan on dropping in randomly?” she cocks an eyebrow in curiosity but the grin on her face shows that of content. crossing her legs as she sits on the floor, her fingers mindlessly intertwine with each other as she thinks.

“i’d probably go for a walk to the park just to relax, or if it isn’t that late i’d call up someone to hang out with.” she shrugs. “sometimes, especially after closing times, i like to go to allure when no one is there and just roam around or clean up. it helps me get my thoughts in check and plus,” chaeyoung giggles slightly in a less-than innocent tone. “i can raid the employee candy stash in the back.”

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☯ : Do they believe for every darkness there is a lightness? If not, why?

“I do believe that, no matter how small or big there has to be something.” chaeyoung nods to herself, a self-reassurent expression on her face. she does believe that whole-heartedly, that there will always be a good to counteract the bad, and that there will always be a light to a dark. she reassures herself by thinking of examples, such as someone being sick might be able to finally have a day off from working none-stop. or maybe how someone who missed school that day has a good friend who offered to give them their notes.

“of course, sometimes it might not seem that way, especially if it’s such a heavy burden. but all you have to do is dig a bit deeper to find even the slightest good and it can help.” she chuckles, tilting her head to the side. although not many people would try she thinks, but doesn’t say out loud for fear of angering someone.

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⊗, ✓

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⊗ : What is something that causes them to question themselves?—————————————————–

 the mug in her hands has long-since cooled, finger mindlessly stirring the coffee inside of it as she stares out the cafe’s window. what makes me question myself? she thinks, a mindless pout forming on her lips as she watches the morning rush hour crowd flow by. people in suits and dresses hurry past, faces buried in their phones or last night’s work that they forgot to complete for today’s presentation. 

 “humans.” she pauses, speaking softly as she sets the mug on the table in front of her. “or rather, the humans i know.” it’s true, hanging out with humans that aren’t like her, whether they know of her wings or not, bring her to question what life would be like if she had been born “normal”. would she still be with her parents who loved her as a normal human child, or would she be being groomed to run the family business? maybe, she tells herself. because i don’t know if i would be happy.A small smile finds her face when that thought crosses her mind. she might question herself occasionally, but she’s happy and she knows it. that’s what matters, right?

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 ✓ : Name at least two people who can trust them with their life.—————————————————– 

 “well that’s a good question.” she chuckles, brushing her hair out of her face as she sits thinking. that is a good question, she thinks silently. she finds it slightly humorous to herself how she might name off someone, only to have them later comment how they don’t trust her. 

 “in all honesty, i’d say everyone. i’m a protector, and as long as said person doesn’t do anything to betray me or anyone i know, they can count on me.” she smiles lightly, face beaming with pride in her answer. in truth, she does try to treat everyone equally in her friend group, although she might be closer to one over the other but that’s okay. 

 “but if i’d have to name off two people who i know that are included in that list, probably seunghoon or jongdae.” she crosses her arms across her chest as she leans back in her chair, eyes trained forwards as names subconsciously are listed off inside her head.

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♡ : Is there a certain scent that brings about nostalgia? If so, describe a memory this scent brings back.

white surrounds chaeyoung’s body as she lays sprawled out on her bed- white sheets, white walls, white ceiling. it’s the same old view everyday, but she honestly can’t hate it because to her, it’s home.

turning her head and burying her face in her comforter, she takes a deep breath as the smell of roses and sanitizer fills her nose. to most the scent would be shrill and unbearable, but not to chaeyoung. to chaeyoung, it lifted her to the clouds and made her feel safe.

a particular memory stands out to her, one she associates with curling up in her sheets after a long day. she remembers the feeling of running home from work, shedding clothing as she makes her way to her bedroom where she can finally relax with the cold air surrounding her.

a soft smile finds her face as she grips the blanket beneath her, closing her eyes as sleep begins to tug at her mind. in turret, that “memory” was rather present, especially since it happens almost every day.

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♥ : Name one thing about the way their emotions work that they despise.

the question causes chaeyoung to pause for a moment, hands releasing the towel in her hands as she turns from the kitchen counter that she was previously cleaning. putting her hands on her hips and tapping the skin with her fingers, chaeyoung runs her tongue over her bottom lip in thought.

“hm, i’ve never really thought about that before.” she crosses her arms across her chest as she breathes in slowly. chaeyoung isn’t one to constantly double-take her actions, she’d rather think first, act second, and figure out what the hell happened third. maybe that was a good enough answer? no, it wasn’t, that was more personality wise and plus, chaeyoung didn’t exactly despise her way of doing things. she was rather comfortable with just doing it.

a thought pops in her head after contemplation, though, especially with the appearance of memories from the past that involved others. memories of love and wearing her heart on her sleeve, to memories of sadness and heartbreak.

“i’m too emotional. i cry in the wrong situations and become to involved with others sometimes. i hate it, really, but there’s not much i can do.” she sighs, turning and daintily picking up the kitchen rag to continue her cleaning. now the memories won’t go away, like crying with her friend when he got hurt, or the time she was betrayed after getting too-involved with the wrong people.

“shit, i knew this would happen..” she murmurs and, ironically, feels like she wants to cry.

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❣: Describe a way that will earn affection (whether platonic or romantic) from them.

“well someone’s curious, aren’t they?” chaeyoung giggles, wiggling her eyebrows playfully as she takes a sip of her tea. humming in thought, she breathes in the hot steam wafting from the cup before placing it back on the coffee table next to her. the question makes her cheeks warm, although she doesn’t know if it’s from the beverage or not.

“a way to earn affection?” she repeats the question to herself as she taps her lip with her finger. “be there for me when i need you. oh! and allow me to force you to watch dramas with me.” she chuckles slightly as she shakes her head.

“no, i’m just kidding. but in all honesty be there for me when i need you most, and make sure to be kind.” a soft smile graces her features as she brushes a strand of peach-colored hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear.

“you don’t need to do a lot to gain love from me, honestly. i’m all hugs and kisses.” she winks playfully as she grabs her tea again, taking a sip.

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☆ : Would they ever wish upon a falling star? If so, what would they wish?

chaeyoung stares up at the night sky, her eyes reflecting the millions of stars visible above her. she’s relaxed, calm, and peaceful as her legs dangle off the building’s edge. it’s not the first time she’s flown up here, and it won’t be the last, but chaeyoung finds that each time is more magical than before, especially at night.

her eyes flicker from star to star, trying to pick a favorite although she knows that will never be the case. it’s silent where she sits, save for the occasional sigh she lets out and the distant horns of traffic on the streets below. she’s fine with being around loud people and bustling crowds, but it’s times like these where she can look back and remember her day that she cherishes the most.

in the midst of her stargazing, a moving dot in the sky draws her attention, watching with a graceful smile as it falls and falls past the buildings before disappearing from view. chaeyoung realizes it’s a falling star, and despite not usually believing in superstitious things, what’s the harm in hoping?

hope she thinks to herself as she closes her eyes. hope that people won’t hate us for who we are. hope that one day i might be able to walk with my wings free instead of bound.

hope and she opens her eyes, now filled with a purpose.

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Scoped ; r&m

[krxmarktuan]

He tried to listen, believe me, he did. Mark was listening to Rose’s explanation but he found himself drowning in pure fear of the unknown. It’s as if he was thrown back to the first time he experienced his special type of hallucination, panting and having drawbacks for the whole week after he got back to reality. Mark hates being restrained and he considers being refused information he thinks he has the right to know as one of them.

He can’t decide whether or not it was the fear swallowing him whole or the warmness of the coffee, but Mark’s palms were sweaty against the cup. He can’t also decide if the fear came from the new experience he can’t explain or Rose’s actions that tells him the woman knows more than her lips were saying. Years of assessing fatal situations and reacting to them within seconds has trained Mark to notice and analyze even the smallest details, even if he was shivering in fear or full of adrenaline, so the unsettledness of the lady was laid out on the table to match with his.

I think it is. But it is too early for conclusions, and even if she is, her entire appearance screams of ‘I’m not the motherly type’ so I can’t have her babysit me all the time. Information. Clues. Experiments. I need too much to confirm. Mark was in the midst of an internal battle before almost slapping himself for missing a verbal clue. Urgh fuck, fine-

“Hey, um… Rose? What do you mean you don’t specifically take away pain? Then what is it that you do?”

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chaeyoung’s body is rigid as all motion comes to a halt. knees locked together, eyes trained unmoving on the man before him, and what she thought was sweat running down the back of her neck. she could lie, she knew that was the easiest route to take, but what she was more afraid of was his persistence. chaeyoung recognized the glint in his eyes, the ambitious curiosity that had led many astray yet some to their glory. she could lie, but in doing so she might be putting herself in a worse position than she realized.

hurry up, rose! he’s waiting for an answer! she thinks to herself, mind becoming frazzled at making a split-second decision that might determine if she gets out of this or not. then before she can stop herself, her mouth is already forming words and sounds are being pushed out of her.

“well, i am not exactly...well not fully but um....human?” she questions the end of it, hoping it made more sense than anything else. in truth, she could have said for him not worry about it, but for someone she guessed experienced this everyday and nonstop for that matter, he was probably desperate.

to clarify her reasoning for telling him this, also, was the fact that she knew he didn’t know everything about her. he was a cafe owner, not a police officer or government worker at least she hoped and he pretty much only knew her name and the fact that she had been apart of his “daydream” so to speak. if he did decide to report her or such, all he would have was a face and a name, and most people can’t get by just with that.

she chuckles slightly, nervousness lacing her actions as she slowly leans back in her chair, eyes never leaving mark’s. she decided if he questioned her, he’d either be in disbelief or be curious enough to see, which would probably be the deciding factor of whether she never visited this cafe again.

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Fly-By ; r&i

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( … )

“Thank you.” Irene smiles at the girl again. Now she got used to that name more than her birth one ( sometimes she thinks that she could’ve easily forgotten if not for Kyungsoo who insists in calling her nothing but Joohyun, but she likes it— it’d feel wrong if he tried to call her something else ), though she remembers a time that she had a hard time liking it, probably because she was still upset about way too many things, besides wondering why they picked that name for her. Oh well, the past is the past. Irene never really liked using her power on people without their consent, even though her power isn’t as intrusive as one of reading minds ( for example ) would be. But she also doesn’t know how to ease at least a little of the pain that Chaeyoung is feeling. She most likely broke one of her wings and she still needs to figure out a way of them since an hospital isn’t an option anymore.  

“Chaeyoung is also a pretty name.” She compliments her sincerely, before letting out a soft sigh with Chaeyoung’s question about her medical experience. Irene sits down next to her and gives her an apologetic smile. Irene is a kindergarten teacher so of course she deals with scrapped knees and small cuts of the kids here and there, but that’s it. If they end up having any more serious injuries, they call the director to call the parents so the kid can go to the hospital. Irene isn’t a doctor and she never really dealt with broken wings before unless that one time with— “I’m sorry, I’m just a kindergarten teacher, the max I know is to deal with few scrapped knees. There was once that one of the kids found a small bird with a broken wing, but I’m almost sure that this is at least a little different.” 

“Isn’t there anyone you could call?” Irene feels like the answer will be a no but then she tries anyway. “I could give you my address so they can come over and do what they have to do. Or I guess we’ll have to use our friend Google and try to figure out what to do.” 

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chaeyoung finds herself smiling slightly at the girl’s compliment, but her cheerful expression quickly drops as she hears of her medical experience.

“a kindergarten teacher? oh, that must be so fun spending time with kids and such sometimes i wish i could have that opportun- i mean yes i’m guessing that is a bit different.” she shrugs sheepishly, catching herself from rambling too much off into the promising career. she won’t lie, she’s never really been good with kids, but she loves them nonetheless and would jump at the chance to work with them.

“someone to call?” chaeyoung mutters to herself, tapping her bottom lip with her finger in thought. “i don’t think so, in all honesty most people don’t even know about my wings and the few who do are probably working right now.” she sighs, switching her attention to maneuver her injured wing slightly to ease the pain.

her own response gets her thinking, specifically about the situation she was in right now. cheayoung was correct in the fact that very few people knew of her wings, and this “irene” had just added to that group. a thought passed over her suddenly, a dark thought ghosting across all the happy ones. what if she’s just trying to lure me in when i’m vulnerable and then capture me? but chaeyoung shakes the speculation away with a slight shake of her head. nonsense, she wouldn’t have helped me this far if she was thinking about keeping me captive for good.

chaeyoung then realizes that irene had added another alternative to calling someone, and the girl snaps her attention up to the teacher to avoid any concerned looks to her silence.

“i’m guessing google is the only thing we can use.” she chuckles slightly, reaching into her jean pocket to pull out her phone which, somehow, hadn’t cracked from the fall. unlocking and navigating to the google page, her thumbs paused over the keyboard before typing, glancing up to face the girl.

“uh, quick question, how exactly would we word this?” she tilts her head in a confused manner, thoughts of what to write flowing through her brain.

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» little things.

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( … )

and she suddenly realizes two things about herself, two things that is both slightly shocking but also pretty scary to be feeling.

she’s as giddy as a goddamn schoolgirl, and she is hella flustered.

with each passing second he realizes more and more that he shouldn’t be this nervous. thanks to his uncontrollable restlessness which he can hardly tone down, he might only make himself look like a loser in chaeyoung’s eyes. he taps his fingers on his lap, then folds arms in front of his chest to yet again lay his hands down and hope they don’t quiver too visibly. exhaling a tad heavily, it soon feels as though there’s not enough air as he tries to breathe in deeply.

throughout that time when his uptight actions and gestures are too much for him, his eyes bounce from one corner to another — examining the floor, then the balcony railing before they shyly wander towards chaeyoung. a wave of heat hit his body, his face especially and he couldn’t be more grateful for the nighttime that wouldn’t expose the rosy tint washing over his cheeks.

and her response reminds him of the question he asked her not long ago, yet he managed to almost forget about it. seunghoon hums pensively as his brain takes in the new information and then it gets to him. movies, movies… movies! despite the tinge of uncertainty whether it really is such a brilliant idea, since his nervousness goes beyond its limits when there’s surely more than an inch of space between them, internally he already agreed.

“movies sound good!” he exclaims enthusiastically, a little too loud. “hopefully they haven’t closed all cinemas yet.” adding in a quieter voice, he thinks of possible alternatives in case it appears that they’re not projecting movies for such night owls. “if we happen to be late, we can always… go for a stroll or grab something to eat… or both.” he feels he’s unnecessarily blabbering, so a habitual grin closely follows the end of the sentence.

his mind abruptly fast-forwards. tonight may be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for him to voice his feelings. nibbling on his bottom lip, he shortly falls silent just thinking about it and creating those manifold scenarios inside his head. what if it goes wrong and… he gulps and breaks into a slightly high-pitched laughter out of the blue.

“so, shall we get going?” getting up, he humorously bows and holds his hand out to chaeyoung, raising an arched eyebrow as a lighthearted smile twists his lips.

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chaeyoung is too busy in the midst of her deep thinking to hear the mumbles escaping seunghoon, or feel the weight of his gaze as it periodically fell on her. heavy breaths seeped through her nose as she nibbles on her bottom lip, scenarios, or what you might call fantasies, roaming throughout her head.

“eat? oh, yes i’d love to do that! maybe we could go to the park!” her words tumble out in a rush as she nods a little bit too enthusiastically. her breath is shaky as her hands clench slightly in her lap. it’s hard to focus, honestly, when her heart feels as if it wants to erupt from her chest.

she looks away briefly, her thoughts resuming, until she realizes suddenly that a small silence has enveloped the two of them. drawing her gaze back to seunghoon, she opens her mouth but is cut off as he starts laughing. a puzzled look flashes across her face for a moment, but is washed away with a smile when he stands up and offers her his hand.

“we shall.” she giggles, reaching up and gripping onto him, and pulls herself up partially thanks to his strength. when the two are standing, it’s safe to say they are the same height, leaving them seeing eye-to-eye although right now their attention is more focused on the ground than anything.

chaeyoung decides to do a little bit of exploring, dipping her feet  in the water before deciding if she should jump in or not. this comes in the form of quickly slipping her small hand into his and gripping it tightly, turning and tugging him along as she bounds to the roof-access door leading down the building. she specifically chose to do this because if seunghoon saw her cherry-red face currently she’d honestly die.

she stays like this on the way down the stairs and even till the elevator, keeping her face turned slightly from him up until she finally decided she wasn’t blushing like a madman and looked over to give him a small smile. she didn’t register his response, if he had any to the entire ordeal, before she was out the door again and this time out onto the city streets, the musky smells of the nightlife filling her nose.

“i remember there being a few theaters nearby but i don’t know which one is closer. also, would you by any chance have a preference in movie?” she speaks quickly, eyes glancing up and down the street as she tries and figures out exactly which way the theaters are.

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reminiscing ; r&j

[krxjongdae]

He is distracted with her leg, rightfully so, he may add, ideas crossing his mind easily when they are together and she hints at something. Yet, she is a little fox in the way she gives and then takes back before he can even whine about it. There may be a manly pout though, one she can’t see because she goes on her merry way, towards the kitchen. He watches her go, mostly because it’s a particularly nice view from behind, before he gets up.

Myeon is already hidden in some corner, probably ready to sleep again when Jongdae gets up and lazily walks to the kitchen. He’s never been too smooth with those things, but he is playful most of the time and that helps a lot. He slips behind her, places an unnecessary hand on her waist for a support that he also doesn’t need and leaves his plate in the sink as well. “You know, I could be a lot smoother if you were not so damn tall” He concedes, leaves the words as whispers in her ear although he can’t tower her, he can’t play the tall, smooth guy with her there. He is a big guy though, bulky to say it best, extremely developed muscles that could give a gym trainer a run for their money.

His hand warms up with the contact as he squeezes lightly, peeks beside her and smiles like the cheeky kid that he is. She’s playing hard to get but not really, Jongdae knows how playful she can get when she’s out to have fun. It’s not like he doesn’t like to play that game, he does, so he indulges her in his own way.

There is something amusing in playing with the hem of her sweater, maybe because he’s seen what is underneath countless times, both her skin and winged beauty. He tugs at it like a playful cat, watching her for her reaction, for a denial that hopefully won’t come even when he slips a hand underneath it. If anyone asks, he’ll say he’s warming up which, he knows, she won’t believe in, considering his ability. “Aren’t you done yet? I think you are…“

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the pressure on her hip brings a smile to her face, feeling jongdae’s long fingers wrap around and press into her side. her focus stays on the activity at hand, but her eyes peer at him from the side inquisitively, watching his movements as he places his plate next to hers. 

and then she feels his other hand pulling and twisting the bottom of her sweater, his fingers on his other hand increasing the pressure. there’s a faint blush on her cheeks, one belonging to someone who’s never felt this sort of contact before, even if she has. 

in her opinion it gets her every time, but she loves it.

and before she can protest, she feels his hand slip under her sweater, climbing nearer and nearer to more treasured areas before stopping. the sudden contact causes chaeyoung to jerk up to her toes, plate fumbling in the sink as her expression switches to that of surprise. 

she resumes her composure, however, and drops down, an expression of flustered surprise staying on her face as she grips the dinnerware in front of her tightly.

chaeyoung supposes her reaction to all of this is what keeps the game sometimes interesting. how one second she’s cocky as hell, but the next second she’s as flustered as a damn schoolgirl.

not that she’s complaining.

she can feel his “exploring” it some terms, and decides to her her own fun. her backside finds a nice spot directly in front of jongdae, where she temptingly wiggles it back and forth in a playful manner. cleaning the plate is now a lost priority as she shuts the tap off and twists her head around to face him, a challenging smirk on her face.

“am i done yet? i think i am..”

[6phases]

❝ — cold shoulder ➳ chaeyong — past.

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rosé.

“wendy,” she starts, quiet, simple, and straightforward. “i’m not mad at you. if anything i want to thank you. what you did last night? that can’t even compare to what the man could’ve done to me if you weren’t there.” she breaths in, then out. one, two. then mutters the words she hopes wendy can pick out the meaning to. “you don’t have to worry, honestly. because i’m just like you.”

her own lack of control had led to one of her closest friends being seriously injured. something she vowed never to let happen again had occured, and her response was to run away from her problems, again. but this time, wendy had the sense to call chaeyong— late was better than never. she bites her lip anxiously as she awaits the other girl’s response, heart already sinking low in her chest as her mind ran through it’s list of overly pessimistic replies she could be hearing from her phone in the next few seconds.

at her words, wendy blinked in shock, eyes suddenly filling with tears of relief. she really hadn’t been expecting words of forgiveness, much less condolence, at the next few words, her brows furrowing in confusion before realizing what chaeyong must be talking about. her memories were flashing back to the glimpse of white feathers. that’s right, she remembered feeling confused at the girl’s bulky clothing which constantly hides her body frame when she first began working at the nightclub. she never chose to question it since really, her choice in fashion didn’t matter all that much.

wendy finally speaks when she noticed that she still hasn’t said a word. clearing her throat, she spoke in a wavering voice. ❝ — I guess that’s true… but that still doesn’t put me in the right. I should’ve been able to control myself better. ❞ she hastily wipes at her eyes, even if the other girl cannot see her right now.  ❝ But thank you for saying that. I appreciate it. Both of us are freaks of nature, huh? ❞

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the tension in the air seems to be one-sides towards chaeyoung as she holds her breath, hoping that wendy heard what she said and understood it, but at the same wishes she didn’t in case she isn’t as expecting as chaeyoung hoped.

her fingers pick mindlessly at the hem of her shirt, tugging and twisting in an effort to quell nervous energy. she can taste blood on her lips- probably from gnawing them constantly in her sleep. 

chaeyoung laughs slightly, a hoarse sound that rather belongs with a toad than her. her gaze travels across the room and over to the mirror opposite her, where tired eyes reflect back and she is finally able to get a good look at her appearance. dark circles line her eyes, and bruises litter her face. her lips are pale in color, and her skin feels like weights on her limbs. 

“control? wendy, i’ve known you for what, 3 years? i admit, even though we’ve never truly known about each other, from what i remember you have more control than me, and that’s an understatement.” chaeyoung laughs once more, her nerves quelling little by little. she breaths in deeply as she leans back against the wall next to her. she’s in a relaxed position, but inside everything is tense.

“ha, definitely, but i wouldn’t consider ourselves freaks, that term is reserved who just don’t find the beauty in certain things.” chaeyoung smiles a bit at the thought of the audacity some people have to criticize chaeyoung and people like her, even if they themselves aren’t perfect themselves.

a thought comes to her as she stares into the mirror, a thought she doesn’t know if wendy will like.

“hey, wendy?” she diverts her gaze to the floor as her smile drops slightly, lip tugged in between her teeth in anticipation. “can we possible, ya know, meet in person? i just....” and she doesn’t know what she’s going to say as she trails off, probably something gross and cheesy, but all she knows right now is that she really wants to heal whatever part of their friendship might have been broken.

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{ ヾ Precarious

@krxchaeyoung​

Shou was just finishing up his night shift at Chapter One. It was going like any other night; he locked the doors, counted the register, made sure everything was nice and clean, set the alarm, and left the building. It was a routine now. It took him awhile to get things figured out, especially with his disability but he soon learned the routine. Sure, he was a bit slower than his co-workers but they didn’t seem to mind. 

He finished locking up and he left the building and began to head home for the night. Home was at the university where he resided in the dorms. The moment he began to walk home he noticed everything was oddly quiet. Strangely still. Shou knew right away that something was off. He wasn’t sure what was going on but, something just wasn’t right. 

He was creeping along the sidewalk (most people would think it was strange) as he was trying to listen for anything different. But Shou had a feeling that he shouldn’t walk his normal route home. Instead he was walking through the side streets and back alleys. And that’s when it hit him. 

Someone, somewhere was hurt. Someone was in danger. He began sprinting to the place his instincts were telling him to go. It wasn’t long afterwards that he heard a gunshot and he stopped dead in his tracks. Was he too late? He closed his eyes and focused hard on his sense of smell. He could definitely smell blood but it wasn’t enough to be fatal. That’s when he knew he had a chance. Again, he sprinted towards the person and came to a seemingly abandoned building. That’s where he caught the individual’s scent among the blood. When he found her his eyes widened and he ran to her side. “Oh my god did you just get shot?” he gasped. He quickly took off his jacket and ripped of a piece of fabric from it, getting ready to put pressure on her wound. “What just happened?”

[krxchaeyoung-blog]

when chaeyoung drinks, she always has a clear and strict limit. mostly wine, rarely hard liquor, and only a few shots- that is her creed. but what she always seems to conveniently forget (which results in quite precarious situations) is to never go for the new drink on the list. 

and she guesses now, in the foggy and half-minded state she’s in, that she probably should work on that more often. her vision is blended together like an oil painting, causing all sharp corners and edges to mold into the scenery around her. she knows, however, that if she is arrested for disorderly conduct the police will most definitely find out about her wings and everything would be over.

staggering around a wall and turning into an alley, she immediately regrets her decision. but chaeyoung knows she can’t go back that way for fear of being arrested.

well, in the next couple of minutes she’ll have rather be arrested than the latter. 

chaeyoung stands, leaning against a building wall, her breathing labored and taught as she fights a cramp creeping up in her torso. she closes her eyes, breathing in the musky smell of the city, trying to allow her mind to relax in the drunken state she currently is in.

click.

the sudden noise present behind her causes her eyes to fly open, now partially sobered up now that she realizes she is definitely in danger. turning her head around, she comes face-to-face with the barrel of a handgun, and behind it is a masked assailant. she shifts her gaze back and forth from the weapon to the person, her boggled mind trying to comprehend exactly what the hell is going on.

and she realizes that the man in front of her must have been talking, or rather demanding, and in the midst of her thoughts she completely missed what he was trying to say.

whoops.

she has no time to react before the gun comes smashing into her cheekbone, a splintering crack echoing out as she falls to her back. she screams, body writhing on the alley floor as both her hands clench her now-numb cheek. the pain causes her to fully sober-up, but with that comes the realization that the gun is probably loaded.

and it’s pointing right at her.

then a shot is fired, the ear-splitting cry following confirming the deed. the flash of light from the barrel of the gun illuminates chaeyoung’s tear-stricken face, and how the assailant is now sprinting away from her damaged figure.

she’s alone now, in the darkness of the alley, a steady stream of blood escaping from an invisible hole on her stomach hidden underneath her t-shirt. she lies in a fetal position, sobs escaping her body as her arms squeeze against her stomach.

she’s thinking about dying, and it’s probably going to happen here.

but then a voice echoes out, footsteps clambering closer and closer, and behind closed eyelids she feels herself being lifted from the cold ground and onto something warm. a person, perhaps?

her eyes open slowly, forming into slits as she stares up at the man before her through blurry teary-eyed vision. she hears the ripping of cloth and something being wrapped around her stomach, but all she can focus on is the man staring down at her.

his voice splits through her thoughts, and for a second the old sarcastic chaeyoung tries to make an appearance. but she realizes in the moment that now wouldn’t be the best time and she simply nods her head in confirmation.

“i-i don’t know...was standing here...man came up...gun pointed at me...” she speaks between sharp breaths as pain shoots through her. she’s trying to converse energy, and even talking is too tiring right now.

she wants to sleep.

[krxchaeyoung-blog]

karma ; r&s

[krxsoojung-blog]

she had a habit of getting distracted, it wasn’t much of a problem seeing how she always managed to create a space of at least five feet or more from her. maybe it could be a gift but no matter how much time she spent drifting off into dreamworld soojung avoided the dangers of the streets. probably not the safest person to be around but surely entertaining to watch from afar.

she was on a personal delivery for one of her regulars that couldn’t drive herself over to the shop and she’d been more than happy to take some time away from the flowers and humid shop, leaving it in the care of a trusted staff member, and walk about to enjoy the fresh air. she loved the outdoors, the feeling of being around nature always soothed her. so engrossed in her own thoughts she hadn’t noticed the figure that seemed to follow her footsteps.

she was now looking on her phone, checking the latest shipments and bills for floralis to make sure everything was in check. soojung wasn’t exactly a perfectionist but she liked order (besides she doesn’t want to get swindled now). reading the final email sent by the suppliers from japan a swish of fur caught her eye. like magic, all her attention went straight to the small yorkie that was tied to a chair. his little yaps changing into high pitched hellos as soon as he caught her eye.

“well hello to you too little guy, who might you be?” soojung bent down to speak with the hyper creature, gently petting his tiny head. ’ behind you! behind you! ’ his voice rang in her ear before a hand tapped on her shoulder.

a woman stood over her, hair that shone in rosy pink locks. her expression looked distant as if she was somewhere else, rising slowly soojung waved a hand across the stranger’s face.

“hi, did you need something miss?”

[krxchaeyoung-blog]

chaeyoung can’t remember the last time nostalgia had crept up on her, or rather, brought her to confront her past. most of the time she spent her will staying away from such a topic, but in this instance she guessed fate had other plans.

her reminiscing is cut short as a hand crosses her vision, causing chaeyoung to blink a few times and refocus on the girl- no, woman -in front of her.

“i-uh...” she sharply intakes a breath as thoughts fly through her brain, some more tedious than others. 

what if she doesn’t remember me?

what if she remembers my wings and tells someone?

but her internal bickering back and forth ends as she realizes that the woman is waiting for her to speak, and she suddenly realizes that they actually acknowledged her presence with words and she was too far-off to remember it.

“hello, yes. i’m sorry if i bothered you, but i just recognized you from somewhere and i was wondering if you recognized me also?” she smiled slightly, but behind closed lips her teeth clench together harshly. she doesn’t want to get too wordy or detailed, because if the woman doesn’t remember her than she could be giving away her secret all over again.

and if there’s one thing she has learned over the years, it’s that people can change.

but something tells chaeyoung that the woman remembers who she is, especially by the little twinkle in her eye as she looks at her. she only hopes, though, that she isn’t losing her mind.

[krxchaeyoung-blog]

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