ㅡ 𝐇𝐁𝐈𝐂。

❝ If you know someone's fear, you know them ― ❞

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sgntaeho·:

THE GRASS IS ALWAYS GREENER ‣ ‣ ‣ @sgntaeho·

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he can’t imagine what she could possibly want from him (other than to scare him shitless), not when the rest of the school is here to keep her company and do her biddings. but when she voices her offer, he can’t quite wave it cleanly out of consideration. as much as he hates to admit, she’s right — she is a professional, and it’s very much in his nature to be attracted to the more difficult path ahead. “you know what? i accept,” he responds with a thoughtful tilt of his head. “two conditions though. one, don’t ever call me ‘hoho’ again. it’s actually one of the worst things you’ve said to me, which is saying a lot. and two, don’t disrespect the trees like that.”

“Wow, language, you dickhead.” Seungah wags her index finger at him, her prettily manicured nail on display. “Oooooh~ I'm a spooky ghost! I have come to haunt you and disturb you because I can and I do what want!” She continues to joke around, shaking her head at him. There was no way he's actually escaping her. Not now when she wants him to be the target to cure her growing boredom. “But wow, that's how you greet pretty girls? Don't you think you're fuckin' blessed to have my presence around your troublemaker ass?” 

The model places a hand on her hip and shakes her head at the male as though she's very much disappointed in him. She isn't, clearly, there's no reason for her to do so. But he doesn't have to know that. He just needs to know she's gonna mess with him for as long as she wants. “I'm good at sneaking around because you don't know what it's like for everyone to be consistently watching you that you learn how to spook them in return.” She simply shrugged at him. Loose oversized button shirt with denim shorts. It's simple but as a model, she knows how to work with it. Proportions are everything and so are angles. 

“Wow, you like your version that isn't causing a mess for anyone? That's something.” She huffs at him, shaking her head. It's just funny to her that he even got spooked by her, considering the fact that he always seemed to spot her from a distance or the fact how he seems to be always aware of her presence so he can avoid her. Seungah grins, a devilish kind of grin that tells how he made the wrong choice. Basically. By letting her be his model for the day. “But why? Hoho is fun. It gives you a bit more character. Than.. just this.” Motioning her hand at him from head to toe and back up. "All this." She adds, shaking her head and sighing out loud for the very reason of him being not her favorite person in all of Seongnam. 

“Are you actually scared you'll start liking my new nickname for you?” Seungah gasps dramatically. “Oh, Hoho! Don't go all soft on me now!” Laughing as she slaps his arm. “Who says I'm disrespecting the trees though? Are you saying I'm not pretty enough?” With that, she moves closer to him. The thing is that she knows. She knows she's pretty and is very much confident to state that it is a fact. “Tell me, Taeho. Am I not pretty enough, hmm?”

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[sgnxseungah]

THE GRASS IS ALWAYS GREENER ‣ ‣ ‣ @sgntaeho​

 There was a reason why she decided to walk away from the crowd and just walk around. She wanted to clear her head and explore a bit on her own. It's nice getting lost every now and then and as long as the sun is still out, it's much easier for her to go around without a chance of getting lost in the woods. But she hasn't gone towards that direction yet, instead, in her little excursion, she finds a familiar stature. She continues to walk towards the male, as quietly as she could. Approaching him and spooking him by standing next to him and talking out of the blue. 

“It's quite a sight to see you dressed and not half-naked, dripping wet and getting scolded by our coach.” Not even looking at him as she spoke, instead, she looks ahead of them, wondering what it is that he finds interesting. If there is any, even. Maybe he’s just looking at whatever, but she still feigns some interest. Just so she can bother him. 

Seungah sighs heavily as if it saddens her to see Taeho well. Giving him a small glance before she sighs again with a shake of her head. It's nothing, really, if anything she’s glad to see a familiar face but also, she likes getting under his skin. The very same way he always tries to gets under her own. Which she doesn't even understand why he does. It's not like she had ill intentions when she met him. He had just gone from a cute guy she doesn't mind seeing around the campus to the annoying dude in the swim team. 

“So what are you up to, Hoho?” Making a new nickname for him, because why the hell not? It's nice. It makes him sound like Santa's famous laughing sound. Only then does she notice the camera, raising an eyebrow at it, she looks up to him. “Instead of taking pictures randomly, do you need a subject to focus on? I'm a professional model after all.” She shrugs. “I'm just saying.” It's not like them to be nice to each other. Never was and she's definitely not starting now either. “And I think we can both agree, I’m a ten out amongst these trees.” A subtle joke referencing one of her favorite songs in a goddamn musical.

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READY SET GO ‣ ‣ ‣ @sgnjeonghwa​

Due to certain circumstances, Seungah's bedroom has become off-limits even to her closest friends. But even before that, Seungah would much rather prefer to barge into Jeonghwa's room. She's finished her schoolwork and she's got a bag of pistachio nuts at hand. Walking over to the other's room without any warning. She's only a few doors away anyway while Yoori is in another floor. Knocking on Jeonghwa's door, she waits for the other to open before barging in with her bag of nuts. Why? Because she's got nothing better to do and with all her work done for all her majors and minors- she needed to socialize. There's no need for her to call Jeonghwa when she's on the same floor as her. 

“Summer is in a few weeks.” She says, taking a seat on the couch in Jeonghwa's bedroom as she opens the bag of pistachio nuts. “Don't ask. I ordered a bunch of them and didn't know they'd all come in this large bag, so..” Seungah shrugs as she begins to unshell them and pop them into her mouth. “Also, don't ask me if Yoori's coming over. She still refuses to join our little cult. I don't know why. It's not like we sacrifice a man to remain pretty!” Looking at the older female whom she trusts just like Yoori. One of the very few that she considers more than just a friend but like a sister of her own. “But anyway, I came here to eat, chat and we need to plan where we're going over the summer.” 

It's a must for them to go on a getaway because, well, it's just a must. They need to go have fun under the sun and splurge their money on whatever they can put their hands on. Living the life full of opulence. “I'm not feeling The Hamptons this year. I was thinking more of Saipan, Bora Bora or The Maldives. It'd be fun to get some tan and just wake up to perfect blue skies. It's also a good excuse not to need to bring clothes, just wearing bikinis, sipping martinis on the beach and maybe we could rent a yacht.” And where she goes, the rest of the official members of her little group gets an invite. But there are certain plans that are only meant for the trio and whoever they choose to invite to their little excursion. “And please tell me now if you've already made summer plans because we need to sync our schedules so we can make the most out of this summer.”

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[sgnxseungah]

sgnyooa·:

⤿ i don’t play the game

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she takes a sip of her drink. letting it coat the back of her throat that went dry from speaking so much. she’s both surprised and not surprised at the confirmation, that the female sitting in front of her is the elusive queen bee of seongnam: bok seungah. truthfully, she did find it annoying: having to hear so much about the sophomore everywhere she went. but yooa has more important things to do with her life than to hate on a stranger(or at least she was a stranger 15 minutes ago) who she just so happens to hear about everywhere on campus. no, she’s smart enough to form her own opinions based on actual interactions, and so far, the younger seems quite unlike the rumors. ❝ i should consider myself quite fortunate then, being helped by seongnam’s queen bee. the ever so elusive bok seungah? came to my rescue? i must’ve saved a nation in my past life. ❞ she waits a few seconds before she interjects.  ❝ i’m just teasing you. ❞

Men wore high heels a long time ago, it was created for them but women overtime took it as their own and made it deadlier than it was meant to be. “What can I say? Women are smarter than men.” Seungah chuckled. Who would've thought that what once was meant for men could also lead to their own demise? Some guys should be even honored to have their feet stepped on by shoes that are far more expensive than what they're willing to spend on a woman.

“There's no trouble at all. I'd love to help, of course.” She does. It's not like anyone would continue to dare and mess with Seungah, it's the least she can do for Yooa. Use her name as some kind of protection over them. “It wouldn't be safe if you got lost on your own on the way there or on the way back. Girls have each other's backs.” Just like in her little group. Though it may look weird from the outsiders, Seungah values her little circle more than it looks. “Ah, someone always has to continue the family's legacy. I could never do that. I already strayed away from that path.” It's probably exhausting for the other, having to carry on a burden that wasn't supposed to be hers from the very beginning. “Guess I'm just lucky to have three people ahead of me that will have to deal with it first before me.” The families of the rich and successful will always give the burden to the children. The eldest, most of the time but sometimes the younger ones have to take it.

Seungah laughed, oh she was delighted with what she was hearing. Loving how smart women always intimidate men with an ego bigger than them. “What can I say to that?” A hand over her chest as she calms herself down, letting out a soft sigh. “It's really nice, proving men wrong every now and then. It's just really fun.” It fuels Seungah to watch women thrive and when men who think women can't do things are proven wrong. 

“It's fun when men underestimate women. Just like how they have so much to say because I'm taking fashion design. Telling me I'll make a good trophy housewife. I don't think so, I drive a car more expensive than his, and I actually have a career that pays me more than the average pay he'll get when he starts working.” She wanted to propose a toast to women who don't let men walk over them. The ones who would most likely continue to run the world, even when everyone claims that it is a man's world.There was a reason for all that. 

Being elusive allows her to retain a sense of mystery. People know her but also don't know her. That allows her to see which ones are worth actually talking to and Yooa proved as much. “Why? Are you surprised? Were you expecting me to be a bitch like everyone thinks I am?” She is, though it's always for a reason. She is the way she is for a reason. “I didn't rescue you. You handled it a lot better than most girls. I just happened to be at the right place at the right time. I could never take credit for it. You're a strong woman on your own after all.” Lifting her glass as if to toast Yooa for being the woman that she is.

[sgnxseungah]

sgndanbi·:

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luckily, it doesn’t seem like the call was needed, because just as she holds the phone up to her ear, she sees a group of familiar girls approaching the booth. danbi hurries over to help them with the bags. “wow, it must have been hard to carry all these. thank you all for your hard work!” her lips are turned upwards in a polite smile as she greets the girls and she helps to set the bags down on the table by the side of the booth. turning around, danbi calls for the volunteers at the booth, waving them over. “we’ve got food and drinks, everyone!” while people start to gather around the table, her gaze scans the surroundings to look for seungah and when she spots her, she waves both her hands in the air to get her attention. “seung, it’s here!” as her friend makes her way over, danbi holds out a cup of coffee to her. “now you can get the caffeine running in your system before we open in… exactly ten minutes.”

“So can anyone else, if they try hard enough,” Seungah tells Danbi. “And Yoori would never let me down, Dan. We've been best friends since I was just starting my modeling career. You have no idea what Yoori can do and what she’d do for me. She loves me a lot!” And it's true, Yoori came around that time and from then on, they never stopped being part of each other's lives. That's just how much time they've spent together and there's no way Yoori wouldn't save her ass in trouble, it's just what the other does. Narrowing her eyes at Danbi for smacking her bottom. She's aware she has a nice ass but she prefers it untouched. 

 Danbi is a lost cause, that's for sure. Sometimes Seungah wonders how she can even tolerate Danbi, but then again, Seungah tolerates people a lot better than others. As long as her temper doesn't get to her or maybe when they have someone like Danbi around to keep Seungah's temper in check. “I know. I am very aware, Danbi.” She replies. The model makes a face at the other at the mention of teenage dramas. “Riverdale is a mental case of gangs fighting and murderers on the loose. So, no.” But she'll admit if ever they were, she'd love to be lil Miss Cheryl Blossom. 

 Staring at Danbi, it's as though she had ten heads. Her comment was stupid and while Seungah thrives with people praising her, it's not fun when her girls are putting themselves down. “You're far from a commoner, shut up.” Pointing Danbi with her lollipop with genuine annoyance dancing in her eyes like crackling embers of a fire. “People like who they like and it's not hard to like you, Danbi. So shut up. If you say something stupid like that again, I'm not asking the next bartender to water down your drinks.” And she always does, especially when Danbi forgets. She's worried that Danbi will be coerced into making bad decisions so she tries to keep her as sober as she possibly could at parties. 

The food and drinks arrive, making Seungah sigh as she takes the coffee from Danbi. “You should be named a saint. You keep saving the girls from my wrath.” Then she mouths a soft thank you to Danbi. “Can you at least make sure everyone gets food and drinks? Also, don't forget to get yours.” She didn't want to be the one to give the food and drinks away, didn't want to seem arrogant or anyone to think she's buying their favor with her wealth. People have opinions and she'd rather they all be fed and stay hydrated. She finished her lollipop first before her coffee, watching the line continue to grow from a distance. 

“I can always drink coffee and kiss people, Dan. It's not like they're gonna complain about the taste of coffee this early.” Seungah jokes before taking a sip of her drink. A soft hum escaping her as she finally gets some caffeine down in her system.“Danbi, here.” Seungah hands Danbi a small pack of mints. “Just in case your Mr. Right comes waltzing in asking for a kiss. Feel free to use it. Or you can use it when you spot any cute ass boys who you'll give your number to. I'll let it slide today because you handed me my coffee. But just today, Dan. For the love of Gucci, not all boys are cute. Okay?”

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[sgnxseungah]

sgneunah·:

— * curb appeal

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       “do you like pink?” she starts off with something easy, standing somewhat uncomfortably as she shifts her weight from one foot to the other, it’s not exactly how she pictured her day to go, but she supposes it could be worse. at least she does get to do something she likes.

This woman wasn't that much of a stranger to her, but they're not friends. Seungah knew that she had to stay calm and be civil for her mother's sake. Still, she wasn't going to tone up her attitude for the visitor. She's told that Eunah was doing her room, to which, Seungah didn't mind. As long as she gets what she wants at the end of the day. She stares, quietly, before applying some lip balm on her lips. Slipping back the peach flavoured lip balm back in her Chanel purse. 

“That's true. You are.” Seungah replies, sparing the female just a little smile. 

Eunah doesn't need to feel unwelcome, Seungah just likes to watch people intently. Out of habit. Still, she was unsure how to welcome Eunah without being fake and Seungah wasn't really up for keeping up appearances at the moment. She was supposed to be doing something else but her mother insisted she stayed for a while so Seungah could befriend the said guest.Her bedroom was anything but your typical rich girl's bedroom. Younger her had a castle for a bed, but as she grew up and traveled more often she had her room changed. White walls, gold accents, some pink here and there and grays too. But now, she's gotten bored of it. It was too soft, too princess-y for her and she needed something new. 

 “I do, but I'm not sixteen anymore. I don't want a bubblegum princess bedroom.” She's the first to speak more than three words. Seungah sighed and walked around her bedroom. In her bedroom was a small statue of Hera, her favorite goddess. “I want a room that has a mix of modern style and classic opulence. Like led lights, chaise lounge with a table next to it to put my champagne on and a small chandelier.” Surely, she can do something like that, right? But still, this is Seungah's room. She needs to like it. “You're just doing my bedroom, right?” Seungah turns to look at Eunah. “My walk-in closet is not part of this project, right?” Because her closet is massive and it was a massive project alone. From her daily clothes to gowns, bags, and even shoes- The room was heavily customized and under her watch. “Because I had it done already.” There's no need to explain why she just doesn't like her closet touched. The door to it has a smart door lock. 

 “As for colors, please don't stick to pink. I'm a fashion designer, I like colors. But I'm also a model, I need these colors to look good on my photos.” Eunah is probably regretting her decision now. But then again, if she wants to make it big, she needs to take big projects and deal with clients whose taste isn't always the same as her own. “I like red but not for the walls, god, this is a bedroom, not a dungeon.” She murmured the last bit to herself. “Maybe red for some furniture. Other colors you can play with are white, gold, gray, and maybe a bit of champagne and rose gold? Do some splash of pink if it makes the room look better.”

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sgnwooyoung​:

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          getting out of his car was easy, to circle the vehicle and open the passenger side door for her. a true gentleman, even in his tardiness, “boxing practice was a bitch, baby. i’ll make it up to you, i promise.” it was a heavy promise, one he didn’t want to give light to just yet. wanted it to run smoothly. surprise her. nothing extravagant, or over the top. it was simply two friends, enjoying each other’s company. definitely not a date, “something like that. you’ll see. just trust me, i’m not going to kidnap you. yet.” he’d only returned to the driver’s seat once she’d settled in his car, closing the doors behind the two. reversing to set on their journey, his hand was quick to rest on her thigh between handling gear changes, “thought i’d treat you for once, that’s all.”

“You made me wait. For ten minutes. I could've walked back to the dorm already and changed into something cuter, you know?” Raising an eyebrow at him but she couldn't find it in her to be mad. Not in the way she'd be mad at other people for wasting her time. “I don't feel cute in this outfit anymore, dear sir.” Though it is an obvious lie that she looks any less than picture-perfect aside from the fact that she was in need of some iced coffee. She climbs the passenger seat with ease, she's sat there since the car was purchased. At least she can claim that this spot was for her, maybe she should tell him that. So she waits for him to get inside the car and start driving before she spoke. 

“I hope you have zero plans letting someone else sit here. Because this is basically my throne. If I see you let another girl sit here, you're never allowed in my dorm room ever again.” And she means it. She tugs on the seatbelt but the whole time she did it, she was staring at him. She's being a jealous brat but for what reason? It's not like they're dating. She just hates the idea of him sharing what's supposed to be theirs with someone else. 

Seungah didn't mind his hand on her lap. He always drove like this and she's more at ease with some skinship with him. She tosses her sketchbook and bag gently on the backseat as if his car was her own. But not after she had taken out her clear pink Instax, she bought it because the color was almost peachy. “I bought this.” Taking it out carefully from its little bag. “So we can take dumb photos of places we go to. I'm keeping it here. Use it if you want.” Then she lifts the camera to her eye level, risking getting them into an accident just to capture this perfect moment. The very first photo she's taken was him in his new car, his arm stretched so he can put his hand on her thigh. 

“Sorry, I had to.” Flashing him a sweet smile as though she didn't almost just get them in trouble. Not at all. He can't get mad at her anyway. She waves the film, waiting for the image to fully appear. When it finally does, she smiles to herself. Putting the camera in the bag and straight into the glove compartment while the photo was kept in the car's console box, where every other photo will be kept until they go and buy some photo album. She loves the old school feel to it. Like everything they are has always been part of what she was, what she is, and what she will be. 

“We're eating? Can we stop by Starbucks? I want coffee. I don't wanna be cranky around with you making such an effort to treat me. Especially if we have to drive for a while.” Placing a hand over his shoulder to give him a gentle squeeze. She appreciates his efforts to show how much he cares about her and she feels like she doesn't deserve it but she doesn't want anyone else to be in her shoes. “Also, thanks for making time for me, baby.”