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haewon jung. 1999. main vocalist of myworld & soloist.

[rhiannonmyblue]

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[femaleidols]

DRAMA 231111

[rhiannonmyblue]

hi everybody!!! i revamped rhi a lil bit to make her the main vocalist of myworld/mirrorworld. her background is still relatively the same but now she's an idol and while she's trying to leave that life behind a little bit, she's still you know... catering to the industry in that sense. you can check out her profile and her career to get a sense of her. feel free to like this post so we can talk something out <3

[boynextdoors]

WINTER: 'drama' the scene

[lesserafimz]

WINTER / KNOWING BROS EP. 387

[allmygirls]

winter — leemujin service ep.72

[femaleidols]

that insane look on winter

(cr. cerise)

[thestarhq]

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[rhiannonmyblue]

@ofgreyskies

rhiannon is no stranger to writing sessions with creatives from her company. as nurturing of a place for artisty as culture creative can be, she's hardly ever allowed to release anything without going through lyrics, melody and the sorts with other people. usually it's the inhouse producers and writers, but every now and then she meets up with other idols, or outside creatives, even some foreign ones. she's well versed on the necessary politeness, on how to navigate saying no to those people when they tinker too much with something of hers, on how to accept suggestions, even if begrudingly. it's part of the job and she enjoys it as much as she dreads it.

she's not told who's supposed to come for this session, but she arrives early anyway. her manager tells her it was a matter of checking schedules, and rhiannon knows to expect someone who's relatively busy - as she, surprisingly, is not very much so as of late - and she makes through an entire song and a full cup of coffee before the door of the studio opens and in walks ash.

immediately it feels wrong for him to be here. there's a unspoken agreement between the two of them that reserves their moments together to when it's only them and no one else, in places far removed from their daily life. they are not even supposed to know each other, publicly, and the realisation of that is what kicks her into finally speaking. "ah, hi," she bows, extending her hand for a handshake, politely holding her elbow. "i'm haewon jung. nice to meet you." she feels silly pretending not to know someone who knows so much about her. but she also doesn't know which lines she's supposed to cross under prying eyes.

[rhiannonmyblue]

the one upside of being known among her friends as a party girl is that not everybody realises how much rhiannon knows. she'd call them fools for that, if she was in the business of driving people away from her, as she considers the lyrics she writes pretty explanatory when it comes to showcasing how aware she is. rhiannon loves people watching, loves paying attention to what others do around her, cataloguing bits and pieces of their personalities and tastes and filing them away in the back of her head. not for any grand, self-serving desire of throwing things back at people eventually, but just to... understand.

so she understand why william acts the way he does towards joosung. really, she'd argue anyone with two functioning eyes and a wrinkled brain could pinpoint the source of such animosity with just a little bit of effort. she understand, knows why it happens and rather than feeling protective over joosung, she just feels... pity, for william. she hums at his words, tipping her head to the side, narrowing her gaze at him.

"do you get off on being hated?" she asks, keeping her tone neutral, the curiosity lilting her words. "or is it just easier to be a cunt about joosung because he's... you know, the way he is? sleeping with his... not even his boyfriend, really, only joosung thinks byunghee is his boyfriend, but- sleeping with his boyfriend won't make up for the fact that he gets the attention you wish you got instead, you know that, right?"

[williamchiu]

before he knows it, the two shots are being poured before he and rhiannon, and once the bartender steps away, william is quick to throw his back; marking number three down the hatch. he'll likely coast here for awhile, the buzz he's nurtured feeling pleasantly warm. he's still very much in control of his actions and words, but the edge of existing has dulled significantly—thank god. he's never been someone who needs alcohol in order to feel socially lubricated, but it definitely still helps. sure, like many, his preferred poisons make his lips looser than usual, but when he's with trusted company, he doesn't care. if anything, they would be the ones that'd look like untrustworthy cretins if they spread his vicious words like a wildfire, no matter how deeply they burn, or how much destruction they cause. he'd be the one lighting the match, but they'd be the ones to throw it amongst the trees, which is much worse.

at her query, he pauses to think about it for a few seconds, then ultimately shrugs his shoulders; nonchalant. "do i get off on it? no..." william begins, licking over his lips. "do i choose to find the fun in it, instead of sink into the depths of despair, when people do hate me? yes!" a laugh follows suit, but it's immediately replaced with an exasperated sigh as his comrade continues going on, and on, about joosung. "also, your admission of byunghee not being his boyfriend only makes your sweet, precious joosung seem even more pathetic. like, he's that pressed because i slept with a man who is single? he's embarrassing, really. like, i almost feel bad for him. almost."

william's noticed that the last few times he's talked to rhiannon, she's been hellbent on getting him to open his eyes to the truth behind his borderline abusive treatment of his biggest rival, and frankly, it's beginning to put a damper on their dynamic. he's trying to be patient with her, though, as he knows she doesn't have any bad intentions with this, but talking about choi joosung so frequently feels so pointless; not to mention annoying. "what's your goal with this, by-the-way? like, why does it matter to you that i love seeing him squirm? i get that you're his friend, but like, he's a grown ass man. he can take a few punches. if he can't, he's in the wrong industry."

[rhiannonmyblue]

"sung can take a few punches?" rhiannon raises her eyebrows. she loves her friend so very much, but resilience and thick skin are not things she'd attribute to joosung even in a million years. she doesn't actually know how he survives this industry, considering how easily things faze him, but she's also not one to question his choices and his actions. still, she can't help feeling defensive, not when there's very little joosung has done to deserve the way william talks about him and to him. "you know that's not true and you only do it because he's an easy target."

"anyway, this stays between the two of us, but i wouldn't have been entirely mad if your stint had ended things between joosung and byunghee," rhiannon points out, flipping her hair over her shoulder and signalling for the bartender to serve them another round of shots. "it sucks that sung got hurt in the process, but he'd be better off without byunghee in his life." throwing the shot back, rhiannon only winces slightly when the alcohol runs down her throat. it makes her ache for something more, but she's not stupid enough to go after it in south korea of all places.

"you're right though, i do talk an awful lot about sung," she leans on the bar, popping out her hip and folding her arms over her chest. "maybe it's to compensate for the lack of things going on in my life, have you considered that? maybe if you played wingman for me, i would have other things to talk about."

[nachorong]

open starter with anyone

out of the top ten things chorong couldn't be bothered with these days, one of the top three had to be going to meetings. it wasn't the meeting itself, but the fact that she typically had to stay longer than most because she ended up having to talk to the same people she had typically ignored during the days building up to them. even with how much she disliked meetings, chorong couldn't find it in herself to skip out on one. having attended every single one she was requested to attend since signing to the company, there wasn't a desire to break that streak.

and, not to brag or anything, chorong felt as if she had gotten better at sneaking in and out of the company building, managing to slip past the very people that were looking for people. while she knew that she'd have to talk to them eventually, she'd rather prolong it for as long as she can. it's part of the reason why it's easier to spot her in one of the other three buildings belonging to entertainment companies other than adagio. the whole hide and seek between them is like a game for chorong that starts whenever she is in close proximity of the company building and she refused to lose.

this time, she's avoiding her manager. the woman means well but chorong absolutely will not look at the scripts the woman had prepared for her. chorong likely looks a lttle silly, poking her head around corners before she walks out in the open. it was effective, as she hadn't had any porblems until the sight of another nearby nearly sent chorong's soul out of her body and she barely managed to conceal the yelp she was about to let out in surprise. had she not been frozen in place for a few seconds due to shock, she would have had one foot prepared to turn on her heels and walk the other direction.

fortunately, the other did not have the few faces she was currently avoiding, so chorong just stepped out into the open. "fuck," heart still pounding in her chest, chorong spilled a little more information than she would've had she been composed. "i'm sorry about that. i was trying to pass time before i have to go by walking around, i didn't expect you to be there." which was technically true, but anyone who was watching her obviously could tell that wasn't the entire picture. she gave a polite smile as she offered her hand for a handshake. "i'm chorong, and you are? what's your latest project, i might've seen or head about it before."

[rhiannonmyblue]

when in doubt of where to find rhiannon, her house or the culture creative building are the two solid options. at her place, rhiannon enjoys writing her music and her lyrics the most, due to the comfortable solitude her place grants her, away from prying eyes and opinions from other creatives she cares very little for. at the company building, she enjoys the very best equipment she can get her hands on. even if she tried to build a proper studio in her house, it would never live up to this level of sound quality that a full company studio can give her. there's also meetings, of course. so many of them, especially when her manager wants to remind her of the negative impacts of her behavior. rhiannon pays attention, wholeheartedly, mostly so she can decide which suggestions she's better off ignoring entirely.

out of all the four companies, rhiannon knows that culture creative harbors the smallest and most selective roster, mostly because of their dedication towards only focusing on music, which is why she tends to be aware of everybody who's actually part of it. she's also watched enough dramas to know the woman standing in front of her is definitely not part of a company that doesn't have a single actor in their roster. rhiannon is in a good enough rumor to indulge her, however.

"haewon jung," she bows her head slightly, one hand wrapped around a cup of iced coffee, the other holding on the strap of her guitar case. "you might have heard a song or two on the radio. are you lost or are you new? i don't think i've seen you here."

[rhiannonmyblue]

every once in a while, rhiannon likes to take herself out. while most of the time she'd be eager to reach out to her multitude of casual friends - aka the ones that are in her life solely so she can have companies to nights out - every other week she prefers the solitude of going out to a bar, drinking some and leaving, either alone or with anyone who flirts with her well enough to convince her. she knows this practice kills her manager, always so concern about rhiannon's image and the chances of someone seeing her leaving a bar with a different person so often, but rhiannon herself doesn't have a single concern about it. worst case scenario she gets called a whore, loses her contracts in south korea and has to move back to england - where her father would get her in touch with music industry people. what a sad, sad life.

she enjoys these little acts of rebellion, knowing that at the same time she has something to lose, it's not everything. it makes her wonder whether that's the reason most of her idol friends look down on her constant actions - perhaps not having anything to fall back on is the main reason they are so uptight. she can't blame them. south korea and its entertainment industry is far from her favorite place in the world, but at least she can run away.

rhiannon doesn't expect to meet anyone she knows at the bar. much less for that to happen as william buys her a shot. she's only moderately surprised - if there's someone she'd meet at a place like this, of course it's william - but downs the shot eagerly before moving closer to him. "are you flirting with me, william? didn't know you were open to bisexuality." she jests, taking a seat by his side, offering him a smirk. "you caused quite a ruckus in sung's personal life, you know?"

[williamchiu]

he and rhiannon have known one another for quite awhile now, and though their interactions are largely fueled by gossip, he appreciates that she's not afraid to be messy with him. most of the time, william proves to be the messier of the two, and he often wears that fact as a badge of honor. being that he's hopelessly slept on by his company, he has to find some way to entertain himself. what could be better than ruffling feathers? those who know him understand that his vibe isn't for the faint of heart, but whenever anyone chooses to stick around, he ensures they're treated like royalty. after all, a part of being a king is showing kindness to his subjects.

however, when rhiannon approaches, she starts with flirtatious banter, but hits him with a one-two punch. the instant she brings up the latest fire he started, he's taken aback, but not in a negative way. he just wasn't expecting her to lead with something that happened somewhat recently. apparently joosung has a big mouth. "word gets around quick, hmm?" he teases, licking his lips. "it's true, though, and honestly? i don't... really care. he can be mad at me all he wants. he doesn't scare me." to punctuate his statement, he laughs; shaking his head back and forth.

"i don't blame byunghee for stepping out on him, to be honest. like, sure, maybe from ten feet away after having three drinks is joosung, like, mildly fuckable, but up close? in your face? moaning? gross..." william grimaces, raising his hand to order another round of shots for the two of them. "how'd you find out, though? did he go and cry to you? how pathetic. he shouldn't even be directing his anger at me. i'm not the one who cheated on him. maybe i'm easier to villainize, but byunghee's the fuck-up here."

[rhiannonmyblue]

the one upside of being known among her friends as a party girl is that not everybody realises how much rhiannon knows. she'd call them fools for that, if she was in the business of driving people away from her, as she considers the lyrics she writes pretty explanatory when it comes to showcasing how aware she is. rhiannon loves people watching, loves paying attention to what others do around her, cataloguing bits and pieces of their personalities and tastes and filing them away in the back of her head. not for any grand, self-serving desire of throwing things back at people eventually, but just to... understand.

so she understand why william acts the way he does towards joosung. really, she'd argue anyone with two functioning eyes and a wrinkled brain could pinpoint the source of such animosity with just a little bit of effort. she understand, knows why it happens and rather than feeling protective over joosung, she just feels... pity, for william. she hums at his words, tipping her head to the side, narrowing her gaze at him.

"do you get off on being hated?" she asks, keeping her tone neutral, the curiosity lilting her words. "or is it just easier to be a cunt about joosung because he's... you know, the way he is? sleeping with his... not even his boyfriend, really, only joosung thinks byunghee is his boyfriend, but- sleeping with his boyfriend won't make up for the fact that he gets the attention you wish you got instead, you know that, right?"

[williamchiu]

WINE / DINE

♡ WRITTEN, WITH LOVE, FOR ANYONE ! UNDISCLOSED ROOFTOP BAR, GANGNAM.

seoul fashion week took a lot out of him, but at the end of it all, william chiu was simply glad to be included. if he's being honest, he's glad to take on practically any project everlast entertainment gives him these days. for months now, he's felt as though he's been trapped in his company's dungeon. it's dark, and murky, and fit for a fire-breathing dragon... which, somehow, seems fitting for him. no matter how eager he is to wrap up a project he's been working on, production has been suddenly halted. he doesn't know why exactly, and it makes him angry, but that's neither here nor there for right now. being that he unfortunately has so much free time on his hands, tonight, he's decided to indulge in the city's colorful nightlife scene.

while he occasionally dreams of going to the gay bars and clubs in itaewon or jongno, he knows that that that wouldn't be a great idea, so he keeps to the celebrity-friendly spots in the heart of gangnam. these are the places where there's an understanding that no words get released to the press, and as such, he feels safe being himself.

dressed immaculately, per usual, he finds himself a vacant seat at the bar; one placed beneath the best lighting the moody atmosphere has to offer. it doesn't take long for him to have a cocktail in hand, and right after he takes his first sip, he scopes out his surroundings; taking in the sights, admiring the people, and gauging what the overall vibe feels like. it's a weeknight, so it's not as crowded as it would be on a weekend, and while he typically loves being the life of the party, william's enjoying the low-key energy that's becoming rather apparent to him. toward the tail end of his sightline's journey, it stops on a familiar face; one he recognizes from the industry.

feeling friendly, he calls the bartender over and sends them a shot of soju, and as he watches it be handed off to them, he's quick to offer a smile to let them know he's who sent it. now, he waits to see what they do next; hoping they take it as an invite.

[rhiannonmyblue]

every once in a while, rhiannon likes to take herself out. while most of the time she'd be eager to reach out to her multitude of casual friends - aka the ones that are in her life solely so she can have companies to nights out - every other week she prefers the solitude of going out to a bar, drinking some and leaving, either alone or with anyone who flirts with her well enough to convince her. she knows this practice kills her manager, always so concern about rhiannon's image and the chances of someone seeing her leaving a bar with a different person so often, but rhiannon herself doesn't have a single concern about it. worst case scenario she gets called a whore, loses her contracts in south korea and has to move back to england - where her father would get her in touch with music industry people. what a sad, sad life.

she enjoys these little acts of rebellion, knowing that at the same time she has something to lose, it's not everything. it makes her wonder whether that's the reason most of her idol friends look down on her constant actions - perhaps not having anything to fall back on is the main reason they are so uptight. she can't blame them. south korea and its entertainment industry is far from her favorite place in the world, but at least she can run away.

rhiannon doesn't expect to meet anyone she knows at the bar. much less for that to happen as william buys her a shot. she's only moderately surprised - if there's someone she'd meet at a place like this, of course it's william - but downs the shot eagerly before moving closer to him. "are you flirting with me, william? didn't know you were open to bisexuality." she jests, taking a seat by his side, offering him a smirk. "you caused quite a ruckus in sung's personal life, you know?"

[rhiannonmyblue]

hi everybody!! disappeared for a bit because of work and just Life, but i Will be getting back to messages later today. if you'd like to talk stuff out or write, feel free to message me or to like this post <3

[rhiannonmyblue]

it's an herculean task for rhiannon to keep the flinch away from her body at the mention of her current level of success. she engages in a constant battle with her own mind where one side is thankful for the opportunities and the success being given to her - she wouldn't be in entertainment if she didn't care about the attention - and the other dreads the mere expectations that are set on her as a person because of the achievements of her as an artist.

rhiannon knows not to bring this up though. knows to smile with a shrug of her shoulders, as it's unbecoming of someone in her position to act in a manner of ungratefulness. not to mention, rhiannon is acutely aware of the person yebin percieves and she doesn't want to ruin it by showing her uglier sides. "and there's nothing about the music your fans like that aligns with your interests? you can try to find a middle ground if the only thing you're concerned about is to remain successful and well known, but i doubt there are no other options that will satisfy all of you."

"another album soon, hopefully," she offers, tapping her nails against the kitchen counter. "i spend so much time at the studio i could probably craft a couple ones before i run out of thematically similar songs. but we're still in the process of finding the right single." rhiannon smiles. "i don't know why people like my music, and i don't care to know why. i'm mostly grateful i get to release whatever i want, most of the time."

[yebinisms]

was there ever a compromise when it came to artist and company disagreement? yebin was still very much a rookie in the industry to have the right answer to that question, which is why she finds herself struggling to answer rhiannon's. thus, she gives her former groupmate another shrug and hopes to get past the topic at hand. whenever she brought it up, people have asked her what she wanted, and she could never answer very clearly because she genuinely does not know.

"that's impressive," she comments with a chuckle. yebin was always more of a performer above anything else, so she was always fascinated how rhiannon managed to write her own songs. while it's something she has in mind for the future, she doesn't think she can get to it any time soon. "i mean, they're easy to listen to and the lyrics are relatable. or at least that's what i think."

she doubts the other was actually seeking an answer, but yebin doesn't think it hurts to voice her own opinions. "have you and the company ever like seriously disagreed on a release?" from the sounds of it, it seemed rhiannon had a lot of freedom, but the idea of an album release being so smooth sailing sounds like a dream to her.

[rhiannonmyblue]

rhiannon knows her fair share of people in the industry who turn their noses up at people whose biggest interest is performing rather than crafting the music and stages they release. she's not one of those people. she's been around artistic inclined company for as long as she's been alive and rhiannon sees performing like an art of itself - and, personally, she doesn't think it's a skill she excels at. meanwhile, she thinks yebin could seel pretty much just anything if she tries hard enough, but she also thinks yebin would benefit from a better creative direction.

she knows better than to voice that, so she takes a swig of her wine instead. "i mean there are always some small struggles. they have issues with some of the lyrics every once in a while, or concerns in regards to the best song choices for the b-sides, but those are usually things we can talk it out during meetings. my a&r team is fairly understanding," otherwise rhiannon wouldn't have signed with them at all in the first place.

"the biggest fight we had was about the single for our love is great. after square went viral last year, the company wanted it to be released immediately or at least as the single for my next comeback but i said no," rhiannon chuckles. "they were pretty pissed. but i don't think square is a good single, i don't want it to be a single, it was never meant to be it. it's not my fault that it went viral." and rhiannon has made it clear to the company she will continue this fight if they push for square again. "it's important to have principles. i think it's just a bit difficult because i don't think our time with viv:id allowed us to learn how to."

[rhiannonmyblue]

rhiannon is drunk. hardly a surprising turn of events when she's attending a party, especially this one, where she almost made a fool of herself by attempting to hard launch her djing career right at the end of seoul fashion week. in retrospect, she knows it wasn't bad, that all the flaws that she found in her set were hardly noticed by most of the people in the room, but a rare showing of insecurity has led her to believe that every single pair of eyes in the room were digging holes into her face whenever she transitioned from one song to the next.

drinking, as it often does, manages to solve most of her problems. or at the very least, it manages to make her feel lighter in her step, to walk around the room not as bothered by the events of the night as she would've been otherwise. she ventures towards the bathroom, successfuly manages to take care of her business without making a mess and even smiles some at the mirror after she washes her hands.

everything is going fine. that is, until her eyes catch the zipper of someone's dress hanging slightly open on the girl's back and she instinctually reaches out to zip her up. "careful there," rhiannon says, attempting to sound reassuring. "you don't want to go out with a fucked dress." what was meant to be an inspiring showing of female solidarity, turns into a clusterfuck when the zip breaks in rhiannon's hands and the dress goes from being held up by a single thread to nothing at all. "oh my god, i'm so sorry."

@ofsujis

[ofsujis]

right now, suji is surprisingly sober. it's not by choice, really — but she thought remaining as sober as possible was the smart thing to do. after all, allowing herself to get shitfaced in public would only be a breeding ground for more whispers and outlandish accusations — and she desperately needs a break from seeing her name in the headlines. so, she's resorted to nursing glasses of water, exchanging polite hellos with those who pass by, a tight-lipped smile permanently engrained on her lips.

still, everything is incredibly overwhelming when you're the only sober person in the room. there's so many grabby hands, so many prying eyes, so much probing for details about where she's been, how she's been — she just feels suffocated. so, she sneaks off to the bathroom, desperate for a moment alone. she fixes her make-up, fixes her hair, tries to calm herself down when she feels the storm that looms beneath her chest. everything is just too much — especially without a drop of liquid courage to keep the worries at bay — and she's starting to wonder why she even came tonight. she washes her hands, teeth pressing down hard on her bottom lip as she looks at her reflection one last time. when she turns to leave, she feels someone reaching out to her, offering a helping hand with her zipper. "oh — thank you," she murmurs, trying to muster up a friendly smile as she looks back at the girl. the smile falters when the zipper breaks.

wardrobe malfunctions aren't strange for suji. she's been in plenty of fashion shows, and there's been too many wardrobe malfunctions to count — fucked zippers, broken heels, clothing randomly shifting out of place. thanks to her experience, she reacts quickly, a hand securing the dress to her frame as she turns to place her back against the wall. she's not angry, but frustration is evident in her tired features, teeth piercing her bottom lip as she mulls over her options. though she's had her fair share of malfunctions, she isn't sure how to handle this one. a wardrobe malfunction directly following a scandal isn't the best look — especially at a crowded afterparty. she sighs, but still offers rhiannon a small smile. "it happens," she responds, waving off the girl's apologies. "do you have a jacket i could borrow by any chance? i was on my way out anyway, so i don't really care about the dress — but i would like to avoid the stares."

[rhiannonmyblue]

a part of rhiannon feels like crying. a very small, mostly irrelevant part that wouldn't come to the surface even when she's drunk off her tits. she hates making mistakes, even if they are accidents, things that could've happened to literally anyone else. it doesn't help that the woman doesn't yell at her - if anything, it makes her feel worse that, even though it's evident the other is annoyed by what happened, she mostly seems to shrug it off as something that just happens. if rhiannon had less of a tight grip around her emotions and her reactions, she would've started yelling that no it does not happen. not when rhiannon is involved. as it is, she bites down on the inside of her cheeks and starts looking around for something to cover the other with.

"i'm sorry, i don't have anything," rhiannon is too used to feeling cold to think about taking jackets anywhere with her. there's a chance not even her manager is carrying one, wherever she is at the party. the frustration of not being able to offer a solution increases the anxiety significantly and rhiannon feels her breathing quickening. "fuck, i'm so sorry, this is such a shitty situation, oh my god. is your manager here? can i call anyone? i could go outside and check if my friend is here, i think he was wearing a jacket. or maybe there's a sewing kit somewhere here? i can sew, i've done it a million times for my sisters and i think i could do it again even if it's been a while."

[rhiannonmyblue]

rhiannon is drunk. hardly a surprising turn of events when she's attending a party, especially this one, where she almost made a fool of herself by attempting to hard launch her djing career right at the end of seoul fashion week. in retrospect, she knows it wasn't bad, that all the flaws that she found in her set were hardly noticed by most of the people in the room, but a rare showing of insecurity has led her to believe that every single pair of eyes in the room were digging holes into her face whenever she transitioned from one song to the next.

drinking, as it often does, manages to solve most of her problems. or at the very least, it manages to make her feel lighter in her step, to walk around the room not as bothered by the events of the night as she would've been otherwise. she ventures towards the bathroom, successfuly manages to take care of her business without making a mess and even smiles some at the mirror after she washes her hands.

everything is going fine. that is, until her eyes catch the zipper of someone's dress hanging slightly open on the girl's back and she instinctually reaches out to zip her up. "careful there," rhiannon says, attempting to sound reassuring. "you don't want to go out with a fucked dress." what was meant to be an inspiring showing of female solidarity, turns into a clusterfuck when the zip breaks in rhiannon's hands and the dress goes from being held up by a single thread to nothing at all. "oh my god, i'm so sorry."

@ofsujis