VIVRE SA VIE

'very early in my life it was too late.' ha yuna / the legacy / girl, interrupted

[sgnyuna]

sgnahri​:

❛once upon a december;

she should let this go. yuna clearly isn’t interested, ahri should just get what remains of her pride and leave too. 

instead, she just sits on a table that she isn’t welcomed with a person who doesn’t welcome her either. “yes, i could.” ahri agrees, even thinks that she probably should. but she didn’t come here to sit on the other side of the library. “but, you see,” ahri rests one of her elbows on the table before resting her chin on her hand. “i’m afraid that the company on the other side of the library won’t be as good as it’s here and it’s not as much about me not standing it. and you know that even if for some reason you seem to like pretending that you don’t.” ahri verbally pokes yuna, resists the urge to raise her chin in challenge, daring the other to not acknowledge that at the same time it isn’t a lie that ahri hates smoking because the smell of it is horrible, but this nagging is more than just about that, it’s because ahri worries and yuna knows that, has heard ahri’s soft exasperated tone repeating the same words again and again, sometimes even using the excuse of not liking the smell to hide her fond worry, but they both has always known what it was really about. 

“should i start showing you shocking videos to finally make you stop? like a mother does with her child.” ahri doesn’t resist the urge, this time, to roll her eyes at yuna’s words and then having her lips pressed in a thin line. “please, nothing that can bring you to an early grave is beautiful. i thought we were past the phase of being edgy teenagers who are all about “look how morbid i am”.” 

she’s a masochist, she knows it, that’s why the cigarette tastes even sweeter when it’s accompanied by harsh words, scolding. perhaps ahri has given herself too much power, allowed herself to dream and hope without a limit, but when it comes to yuna, there simply isn’t a method that works; she can’t be saved. she was built wrong, just like every atom of her body, and given a twisted form. she’s a walking imperfection and so to other imperfections and bad things she must turn, it’s the only way that she’ll stay happy. happy, it’s a relative term and of course she isn’t happy, but at least she can say that her soul no longer aches. she’s found herself in a fascinating state of numbness; something that she would recommend to everyone, it makes living tolerable. “scold me more, ahri, i love it when you do that. hurt me, hurt me, come on, say that i’m a bad girl,” she laughs and throws her head back, sensing an oncoming headache. is it something that comes with the weather or ahri? goddammit ahri, look at what you’re doing. 

“spare me from the melodramatic explanation. you’re still that same annoying girl i knew. god ahri, just grow up. it’s time. the rest of the world moved on, maybe you should too,” she wishes she could shake some sense into the girl and ask her to stop dwelling on the past, to stop touching old wounds that are more prone to bleeding that she wishes to admit. of course she fucking misses her, but they’re not the same people anymore. or at least yuna isn’t, she pushed everything under a rug, hid the past even from herself, nothing good ever comes from looking back. “i’m afraid you’re wrong. i’m bad company, especially when i’m sober and i’m telling you now, i won’t stop smoking,” the girl almost snarls, pursing her lips even harder to draw on the cigarette. fuck, she is acting like an ill-tempered and stubborn child again, one set on misbehaving just to prove her point. 

“sure, show me any video that you want. i love blackening my lugs. that’s why you’ll never know how good it feels, never. and you are not my mother, ahri. so stop acting like one. i know it’s a part of the cute and innocent little image that you’re trying to portray, but i’m not falling for your tricks, virgin mary,” narrowing her eyes, she blows out all the smoke in ahri’s direction, concealing her own face behind an artificial grey cloud. “i’m not an edgy teenager and i’m not being morbid. i'm simply a realist.”  

[sgnyuna]

sgnsejeong​:

la sauveuse ,

     she relaxes a little bit when the woman doesn’t seem offended by her turning down the cigarette or push her to try one. some people are particular about their vices and justify their own vices by enticing others into it. but instead, the woman just seems to dismiss it without any hesitation, no pressure whatsoever, and sejeong relaxes a little bit more. 

     the other woman’s brusque voice doesn’t really deter her, rather, it reinforces her idea that the woman doesn’t really mind helping her. with what seems to be a blunt, firm personality, she can’t imagine the other spending time on things that are annoying to her. obediently, she nods, “i live in gong hall,” she says softly, the tense set of her shoulders having faded significantly from earlier. 

    “thank you for helping me, yuna ssi.” she says politely, bowing at the other woman in greeting. “i’m kim sejeong.” she blinks at yuna curiously. “um… what were you doing out here, if you don’t mind me asking? i’m lucky you were, of course, but…” she trails off, already feeling awkward and unsettled.

“mm gong hall, nice choice,” she thoughtfully nods and exhales, hoping her best to avoid small talk. it’s a killer, a proper drag, something that gets on her nerves more than it actually should. why talk if words have no meaning? why waste your breath on something that’ll be forgotten in just a few quick minutes? “it’s inspired by the european styles because my grandfather was such a big fan of their cities. i guess it’s a family thing after all,” - loving foreign places, spending ridiculous amounts of money on holidays and trips abroad. 

“it was the only right and reasonable thing to do. i don’t need to be thanked for it,” but she acknowledges the girl’s word with a modest smile, unable to shake off a surprising feeling of accomplishment. she’s a failure, the ha family’s little nightmare, but at least she’s still capable of doing things for others and not just for herself. at least it’s some sort of progress. “i don’t care much for names, they can be quite heavy burdens, but i’ll say that it’s nice to meet you and i wish we were meeting under different and better circumstances,” she wistfully sighs and averts her gaze, now focused on the ground beneath her feet. 

“why do you ask? do i scare you?” yuna asks curtly but with a gleam of mischief and curiosity in her eyes. “but well, i was supposed to be on my way to my dorm too, but then i just decide to take a quick walk to one of the nearby convenient stores. that’s it. nothing special. so does the answer satisfy you, miss?”

[sgnyuna]

sgnxgikwang​:

so he got rather fast through the crowd, the building of his club in front of his eyes, before someone got into his way so fast, that he wasn’t able to stop anymore but run into them. he first feels a bumping of a body colliding into him at first, before feeling the wetness of a liquid spilling onto his chest. he halts and looks down on himself, on his shirt that now displayed a huge coffee stain. then he blinks up at the girl in front of him, hearing her apology which makes him smile softly at once. accidents like these tended to happen in the busy rushing of the day.

“oh, it’s ok. it’s my fault as well. i was rushing, so i didn’t see you coming in from the side.”

quickly and without a single word, she fishes out a couple of tissues from her purse, as though she actually knew what was going to happen, as though she possessed the mind of a psychic. but she isn’t one, sadly not, she’s never been blessed with any special gifts or talents, but she is wicked, clever enough to pull this thing off as a harmless accident. yet some would argue that even that is a talent, the ability of committing wicked things without a shred of remorse. perhaps she ought to feel ashamed for her actions, but right now, she only has time to focus on her selfish mission. save the gut wrenching, iron heavy remorse for later. there’s time, there’s always time, life is all about living in the moment.

“no please, i was the one carrying around that stupid coffee. it definitely tasted awful, perhaps that’s why it’s been with me for this long. guess i should’ve tossed into the trash when i had my first sip. nothing good comes from bland coffee,” yuna looks up at him with an apologetic look, smiling slightly while trying to feign shock, deep regret and sadness. “look at your chest. oh i am so awfully sorry.”

she bites her bottom lip, frowning at the stain before her eyes. “will you let me buy you a new shirt please? it’s the least i can do. anything you want, just say it. by the way, you’re not hurt, are you? i mean, the coffee wasn’t that hot or so i hope? please please, just let me do something. i can’t just leave you like this.”   

[sgnyuna]

hello hello !! my hiatus is officially over and i haven’t been around for quite a while so it’s finally time for me to get back in the game and this is my brand new plot call !! leave a like and i’ll hit you up as soon as i can !! 

[sgnyuna]

sgnsejeong​:

la sauveuse ,

     the woman pulls out another cigarette, and sejeong bites on her lip. she’s never understood the appeal behind smoking, but then, she also doesn’t drink, so some people might wonder what kind of college student she is, exactly. a rather sheltered and quiet one, she would probably answer if she were asked. “no, thank you,” she says politely when the woman offers her a cigarette, though her voice trembles faintly, grateful that she is blowing the smoke in a different direction. sejeong has never had a particular affinity towards the smell of smoke, but neither is it something that disgusts her. 

     she blinks at the other woman quietly, her heart still pounding from the scare, though she’s trying to suppress that as much as possible. the woman’s words intimidate her a little bit, the idea of scaring the man off not exactly her idea of fun. 

     “u-um,” she manages, not wanting to trouble the woman any more, since she’d already helped out with scaring the male off. “i’m not hurt,” she says uncertainly, “and i wouldn’t want to be a bother…” the truth is that she’s worried about the walk back, but not enough to ask this complete stranger, kind as she was, to go out of her way.

     she does want to say yes, though. 

for a moment, she gives herself the liberty of studying the girl’s cherubic face, from the lip biting to the look in her eyes, so prim and proper, and she doesn’t even have to say a single word but yuna already knows what’s on her mind. it really doesn’t take a genius to spot those who don’t bother to deal with cancerous things. 

“that’s all right. more for me then. i just wanted to be polite,” she lifts a shoulder in a half shrug, taking a hard drag of her cigarette. many had begged her to stop. father. mother. especially father. even her friends. they say it’s for her own good, but how do they know what’s good for her? if she likes it so much, then is it truly that bad? if anything, it’s good to find something that you love - so that you can later on let it kill you.

“splendid,” she mutters, tendrils of white smoke wafting from her nostrils. ha yuna isn’t particularly known for her subtly or willingness to take part in seemingly pointless conversations, never being the one to dwell on things except when it’s convenient for her. but she can’t just leave her. not after everything she’s witnessed and perhaps, somewhere, deep down, she has a heart. bruised, black and ugly, but still a heart. “you’re not a bother. let’s go.”

“so what’s your name? and if you don’t feel comfortable enough, i’ll start first. i’m ha yuna.”

[kpopidolsfashion]

[sgnyuna]

sgnsejeong​:

(...)

     but before she can steel herself enough to do anything, she hears the sound of footsteps, and a woman’s voice, cold, asking if the man behind her is bothering her, but before she can reply, venomous words are being spit out. the man who had been following her is gone within moments and sejeong breathes out a sigh of relief before she turns wide eyes onto her savior. 

     “thank you,” she breathes out shyly and she’s immediately rather intimidated by the woman in front of her. not just by her undeniable beauty, but also by the power — whether it’s in confidence or something else — that seems to exude from her.

truth be told, she doesn’t expect for the entire scene to unfold so quickly, but in just a few brief seconds, she watches as the man almost vanishes into thin air, retreating with his tail between his legs like a castrated beast. triumphal, in her own world she’s julius caesar, a girl with unmatched power that comes from within. glancing up from beneath heavy eyelids, she smirks at the words that slips from the other’s lips and makes a noise of disagreement. “no need to thank me. it’s what any sane person would do.”

she shrugs it off because she actually wants to believe that’s the truth and as she finishes her second cigarette for the evening, she fishes a new one out from her inner coat pocket and subsequently lights it with a silver lighter which coincidentally has her father’s name engraved on it. the lighter is hers, she just borrowed it without him knowing. he still asks about it from time to time, but all that yuna can do is give him a sad, pitiful look. he can always buy a new one, fuck sentimentality and nostalgia.

she inhales fast but exhales even faster, blowing out tendrils of smoke in a different direction so that the poor girl wouldn’t have to suffer in a grey cloud of cancer. “do you smoke by the way? do you want a cigarette?” is the first thing that she says after her initial response, but in all honesty, yuna has never known how to properly console people. her compassion only consists of her offering cigarettes and a few minutes of her time for talking. “but that son of a bitch sure did run away fast. i wish that i had gotten at least a few more seconds to scare him even more. god, it was so fun.”    

“but um, you good, girl?” yuna takes another thoughtful drag, suddenly feeling a certain sense of guilt. she can’t just leave her after that, can she? “you aren’t scared, right? or worse, hurt? do you want me to accompany you on your way to your dorm or something?”  

[sgnyuna]

yoori-sgn‌:

(...)

Hearing the scoff, she doesn’t flinch as she would with people with real power. Yoori was going about this chess game all wrong, this girl was just some random. She was not a rich man funding her scholarship, nor was she wealthy woman who had the connections that she needed to get to her dream job. She was a fellow student, rich and bored. “Though, I find it funny that you moments before called yourself ‘so clever’as if it was a objective fact. But as you say, how can you be clever when words are just random sounds?”

“You didn’t ask, but I will. What your name? I’d prefer if you give me your age as well, since I am not familiar enough with you to call me by my name.” Pulling a pile of books into her arms, beginning to walk away before turning slightly to the other. “If you would like to return the favor and help me put away the books, I’d very much appreciate it.” She begins her walks to the other isles of books, before glancing at the girl for a beginning to put away the books in her arms as she walked down the bookshelves. 

“waxing poetic and using aristotle as an example isn’t actually proving your point. i’m pretty sure that he was talking about actual positive attributes like certain skills or great knowledge captured withing one’s mind and not about beauty. being beautiful means nothing if you don’t have something special underneath all that charming skin and flesh,” lifting her gaze up, she only yawns, deliberately emphasizing on its loudness.“but you did just boost about it. so tell me, why does it matter? if i were a man, i’d probably be flattered, but unless you’re trying to seduce me, i don’t really see the point in talking of your own beauty.”  

sighing once more, she pushes herself up onto a smooth wooden surface, resting the sole of her heeled boot on one of the nearest chairs. now she’s sure that if any other student even dares to do the exact same thing, they’ll receive a proper fine or at least a stern warning, but the same rules have never applied to her. she reaches into her coat pocket and finds only an old tissue,  frowning slightly as remembers that she left her pack of cigarettes back in her class. “well it could be an objective fact as unlike beauty, intelligence can actually be measured. haven’t you ever heard of the iq test?” she snorts lightly and her voice turns to a soft coo as she offers the girl a pitiful pout.

almost saddened by yoori’s following question, she crosses her legs and smooths out the creases in her skirt, clasping her hands together as if she’s about to give an important announcement on live tv. “well i’m flattered that you think that i could be younger than you, but i was definitely liking this moment of intimacy between us - this moment of not knowing. there’s some beauty in mystery, in guessing. but you asked so, i’ll tell you. i suppose you have heard of the famous ha inguk? the man who had established this place? well i’m ha yuna and everything you see here, it belongs to my family. it’s impossible that you haven’t heard tales of the infamous ha daughter, but now you have the privilege of talking with her. you are very welcome,” her voice drops an octave, hard-edged and sharpened. “but wait, i didn’t know that you work here? where are you going? and i’m twenty-three by the way.”   

[sgnhoetaek]

—✘ art hoes.

[sgnyuna]

sgnhoetaek‌:

hoetaek grins when yuna agrees to join him, not even deterred when she starts saying that his insistence that she couldn’t say no is making her want to say no. he’s kind of gotten used to the fact that this is just kind of how yuna is. she exudes an unapproachable aura that hoetaek just kind of… flat out ignores. he can’t really remember what it had been that compelled him to just start talking to her the first time, but he’d at least figured the worst that could happen would be that she’d simply tell him to fuck off. but she didn’t. and whether or not they’re actually friends now (hoetaek likes to think they are) or she just tolerates him for the sake of having someone to smoke with, hoetaek appreciated her company either way.

he slides off the table as she starts to walk, shoving his hands deep into the pockets of his denim jacket and falling into step beside her. “well I’m glad I caught you now and not at a time when you’d be more inclined to say no just for the hell of it,” he says, jokingly. he pulls out his own packet of cigarettes, his old faithful brand he’s been smoking since high school, and pulls one out, tucking it behind his ear. he looks over when she mentions her smokes, eyebrows raising, impressed. “well damn, even your cigarettes are beautiful and expensive,” he comments, with just the slightest of teasing grins on his face as he heads up the stairs towards the roof. he does think they suit her, gold cigarettes specially imported. the right kind of sophisticated for someone like yuna.

running a hand through her thick, black hair, yuna only scoffs when she hears his response and refrains from rolling her eyes with great effort, keeping her demeanor as cold as ever. “don’t flatter yourself. i’m always inclined to say no, except when i’m not. however, no is the most beautiful word in the world. non, いいえ, mai ow ka. listen, doesn’t it sound amazing in every single language? the art of saying no is one that i have mastered with utmost precision,” she explains with a sudden laugh, carrying herself with the arrogance of a middle-aged man on top of the business ladder. but genuinely speaking, she actually means no harm nor is she wishing to come off as an egotistic bastard with enough freedom to corrupt the world - she was simply raised next to such people. 

but it’s his comment that deepens her smile, crinkling the corner of her eyes. “what should i say? thank you? do you think that an expensive pack of cigarettes makes me better than other people? and are you sure that you don’t want one? they’re expensive for a reason you know. let yourself indulge in some decadence,” she whispers as if he were the eve and she the evil snake in the garden of eden. “actually, i think that these cigarettes make me an awful person. i’m out here spending ridiculous amounts of money on the stupidest things while people are working from nine to five just to stay alive. will they ever actually change their minds and decide to just eat the rich? but anyways, i’m talking too much. what did you want to talk about?”      

[redvelvetcult]

[sgnyuna]

yoori-sgn‌:

(...)

But they were not written characters, and such speaking was not taken well. “I don’t really care for compliments anyway.” She says, not flinching but watching her carefully to see if she could catch her intentions but to no avail. “Models are not just tall, they also must be pretty. Which I am as well, but that is just something like my height. Out of my hands.” She supposes they both agree on that fact, that it’s not good to compliment on something you have no control over. Though this similarity in thinking doesn’t stop Yoori from setting her jaw at every word escaping the girl. It reminds her of the rich, their pointed way of talking not saying anything at all but saying everything. 

And all at once, she knows this girl comes from money. She watches her for a moment, “what are you implying? That you are so clever that I cannot keep up? Are you assuming I’m offended on not being complimented by a stranger? That I come to place of reading and studying…to stare at pictures?” Yoori has played this game before, but it never got easier to resist the fire she burned from her tongue instead swallowing it. “My name is Song Yoori, not tall girl. I’d appreciate you stop referring to me as my gender and a physical trait.” 

 there are plenty of conversations that the two of them could perhaps have, but first, she’d have to get to know the other, decide whether or not their thoughts clash well enough for yuna to actually spare some of her precious time on chatting with the other girl. never the one to walk into any situation without supplying herself with facts or proper research, yuna is by far too clever and far too cautious to dive head-first into anything - that is, unless she suddenly changes her mind. “well that’s quite remarkable, most people seem to be depended on compliments. so what a refreshing change,” she nonchalantly remarks, as if she's simply discussing the current weather.

“there you go, contradicting your own previous statement, what a pity. you say that you don’t care for compliments and yet you simply felt the desire to call yourself pretty. but you’re wrong, not all models are pretty, not at all, as beauty is subjective. just because you think that something is beautiful doesn’t mean that others must too, including me. would i call you pretty? well i don’t know, but at the end of the day it doesn’t matter because that beauty is not truly yours. it belongs to your mother and father and you wear an ancestor’s face. but most importantly, it also belongs to nature and it won’t stay with your forever,” her indifference ought to be irritating, but it dawns on her then, that perhaps there's not much more to the girl before her than meets the eye.

“oh no, i’m not implying anything, you are. you just took my words and decided to give them a meaning. without it, they’re just a bunch of random sounds floating around in the air,” yuna scoffs slightly, finding some twisted sort of amusement in the little game between them. how did she even start playing? she can’t quite tell, but she doesn’t bother to care, it looks like she actually likes it. “well thank you for making that statement - i obviously didn’t ask for it, but i’ll allow it. i don’t care much for names as i tend to quickly forget them, yoori,” hers is an important one, that’s why she doesn’t even have to try.   

[sgnyuna]

la sauveuse ,

it’s late, she comes to that conclusion when she checks her silver wrist watch, but she still slows her stride as she exists the main library, coming to a full stop in the middle of the hallway to light up a cigarette, ignoring the no smoking sign on one of the doors just as she had done it a countless number of times prior to this. will there ever be a point in her life in which she will no longer have to gawk at that sign and these awful halls? 

but it’s too late to let such macabre thoughts infect her mind and while that certainly is a valid query, she quickly decides to worry more about her next drink. what should she stop to buy? red wine, vodka, soju, absinthe? while she’s at it, she should probably buy another pack of cigarettes due to being left with only three more in her deep pocket – now that’s an actual crisis. the end of the fucking world. 

she continues to walk, managing to make it far away from the main faculty building without any interferences or trouble on her way  – as she’s usually had the awful privilege of being approached by people she could barely stand for a casual chit-chat at best. but then her eyes land on a strange pair  – a girl and a boy, which seemingly seem normal at first, but by the time she lights another cigarette, she’s more than aware that someone is actually following the girl. 

with a heavy sigh and an even heavier scowl, yuna finds her feet carrying her towards @sgnsejeong and she comes equipped with what most would best describe as a usable terror. she’s capable, she’s strong and above all she’s wicked. “is he troubling you?” she asks and without waiting for a response, she grips his hand, yanking him back towards herself. “fucking bastard, do you think that you’re being funny? get away from here before i knock out all of your teeth.”  

[sgnhoetaek]

—✘ art hoes.

[sgnyuna]

sgnhoetaek‌:

there are a number of reasons why hoetaek loves art club, why he enjoys being president despite the responsibilities. one of those is the people. as much as hoetaek likes to keep most people at arms length, the truth is he enjoys the company of like minded people. like < @sgnyuna >. she’s someone hoetaek probably wouldn’t have become friends with if it weren’t for art club. not because hoetaek believes what the rumour mill likes to churn out about someone with that kind of status. but because, aside from maybe a few classes together, he doesn’t imagine their paths would have crossed otherwise. he’s glad they have though. he wouldn’t call them best friends, but they do share an interest in cigarettes and fine art, and hoetaek has enjoyed many a lazy afternoon smoking and indulging his pretentious side with yuna. 

art club ends for the day and hoetaek finishes packing up his station. he says goodbye to some of the members as he makes his way over to yuna, pulling himself up to sit on the table next to where she’s finishing up. “I’m gonna head to the roof for a smoke, you coming?” he asks her, hopeful. there’s a lot going on in hoetaek’s life that’s stressing him out and he’s itching to get away from it all and spend some time with someone he knows he wont have to talk about any of it with. “you can’t say no because… well I don’t really have a reason other than I could really use the break and your company so don’t say no,” he adds. not that he’s expecting her not to agree, he just really doesn’t want to have to go back to the solitude of his dorm room right now. 

there is a warmth to sitting amongst strangers, some sort of peculiar comfort, but the thing is, they’re not actual strangers, not at all, she’s seen most of their faces a countless number of times during these meetings. it’s just that yuna’s never really bothered to dig deeper. it’s not even about forming powerful bonds - all that the most of the members would usually get is a simple ‘hello’ from her, which in her humble opinion is more than what they deserve. but the funniest part is that she doesn’t even have a reason for treating them in this way - she’s just naturally unlikable, unapproachable and distant - out of everyone’s reach - or at least, that’s what she wishes to believe. finishing up her current sketch, she barely turns to acknowledge her colleague, sort-of-friend, maybe even a proper friend. “yes, sir. you had at smoking,” her expression softens slowly, now only half paying attention to the coat that she’s putting on.

“well actually i could say no. but i do appreciate your sincerity and the lack of reasons for needing my company. to be fair, now i really want to say no just because you don’t want me to say no, but it’s been like a whole fucking hour since the last time i smoked and i just can’t turn down this opportunity. i love blackening my lugs so much,” she quips as she pulls out a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of her suede coat and begins to walk towards the exit, chuckling slightly. “we don’t have to wait - this is my place and look, i have the treasurer: gold edition.  i had to fucking order them from the states. but nothing feel better than smoking something that costs at least sixty dollars.”   

[sarapaulson]

Toughen up, Cochran.

[sgnyuna]

spilled truths ,

the cup of cheap black coffee in front of her turned cold about thirty minutes ago and yet she continues to stare into it as though, perhaps, it will eventually tell her how to solve her problems. or, alternatively, reheat itself through spontaneous combustion. between repeating the complex grammar structures of the french language, reading books, and scrolling mournfully through an instagram account that she never bothers to update, life seems heart-sinkingly unsettled.

it doesn’t hurt to say or think about it, but she knows that she’s barely liked among the professors, most of them keeping a polite smile plastered across their faces due to a gut-wrenching fear of disrespecting a member of the ha family and really, she doesn’t even deserve a shred of respect, but her father seems to think differently. 

and he wishes to see her leave a good impression. blatantly said, it’s a last call for redemption. he wants to see her remembered, in a better way, before she finally leaves the halls of snu and sets out into the world, leaving nothing behind but myths and legends of a girl once known. but then she spots @sgnxgikwang and maybe, just maybe, she feels like her faux prayers have been answered. she looks at him and then at her coffee, and then once again back at him, and so a cleverly wicked idea forms inside of her head. 

he’s beloved, isn’t he? a kiss-ass, yuna would say, but the world needs them too. so she quickly makes her way towards him, managing to bump and spill her entire coffee onto his attire, gasping audibly upon seeing her mistake. “oh my, i’m so sorry! i was barely watching where i was heading.”

[sgnseungho]

stargirl interlude ,

[sgnyuna]

sgnseungho‌:

          he’s never prided himself on being unpredictable so he takes no offense, finds amusement instead especially in the way she laughs, how she smiles. each sigh is as deviant as she is when she pretends to be more coy, more… he can’t quite put his finger on it but she’s devious, temptation wrapped in a pretty package and oh it’s indeed just oh-so-pretty, isn’t it? isn’t she? but he wouldn’t be so enthralled if she wasn’t, if she didn’t know how to play the game so well and, in the end, isn’t that what this is? 

          caught in her trap, he’s grinning unwittingly when he’s told of caution. he’s a stranger to it, doesn’t want to be familiar, and, instead, eagerly steps into the fire. it’d be a lie to say he wasn’t hoping she’d toss the cigarette aside. anything is more appealing when it involves her but he’d rather taste her than smoke. “ you don’t have to do anything for me. i’m more than willing to give you everything, ” he chuckles, tongue darting out to wet his lips as a hand dances along her spine, fingers splaying against bare skin once he finds it, unabashedly pressing her closer yet. “ but if you need to keep your mouth on something that badly, ” he trails off with a wicked grin, head tilting as his gaze remains trained on her, only slipping to linger on her lips. 

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“another fucking cliché. you’re think you’re being smooth, but at the end of the day, you actually won’t give me anything. so watch your tongue, boy, i know the sound and taste of false promises,” she explains with a wicked laugh, almost devilish in its nature and she once again runs a finger along his jawline, wholly unable to help herself but reach out and touch the danger and decadence she sees in him. she’s heard it all before, every sweet deception, watched her so-called friends fall for honey-soaked lies like flies, but she's a different specimen, one who knows all the dangers of dancing with devils. she’s one of them now. “i actually do, it’s a bad habit. but i like too much. so tell me, what should i do with my mouth?” she questions, but her voice is faraway, breathy and distracted as the lids of her eyes grow heavy. 

it’s a destructive and captivating sort of lust, a fickle thing that leaves you gasping for me, but it’s the silent agreement between them that prevents them both from going back home with broken hearts. they do belong to each other, but only for a night. and then another night. and maybe another. “i’m quite curios. i’m one of those girls that would die in the end due to their insatiable curiosity. but then again, i suppose that satisfaction would bring me back,” yuna half-growls, gently wrapping her fingers around his throat. duly dazed from a lack of oxygen due to all the smoke she previously inhaled, she says nothing as mischievous fingers sink into her thigh, failing to swallow a breathless gasp. “i said bend me yourself. don’t you know how to do it?” coiling like a snake, she grinds self-indulgently against his leg, continuing with her endless teasing. 

her mouth parts when she hears his question, a stunned breath shuddering as she inhales. a sudden frown passes delicately over her features and she pulls back as if woken from a dream.  “wait a minute, have you never fucked on a balcony? gosh, are you that boring? huh,” she chuckles to herself as she tilts her head to one side, allowing her teeth to sink into her bottom lip. “where would you like to go?” 

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Yoori has made herself a fortress in the library, surrounded by piles upon piles of books stacked three to four high. Not quite towers in their own right, but they kept the proximity safe from intruders especially in the fiction where most students avoided since it couldn’t be cited in papers or the like. Though this time she had made her place in the historical non-fiction since it was the middle of the semester and no one had any book reports due it seemed. Besides, as long as she stayed away from the textbook section of the shelves, she’d be safe from interruption.

Though now she sees that she spoke far too soon, “excuse me?” A single perfectly carved eyebrow raised to take in the shorter female. Using her elbows to push herself off the bookcase she was leaning on, she stood toe to toe with the girl looking down slightly. “An observation, made a compliment based on said observation, and then dismiss it all before asking for help.” She repeats the means of her speaking back to the girl, her expression unreadable. “Is this usually your manner of speaking?” She inquired stepping past her and handing it over easily. 

yuna is a walking contradiction, a woman that consists of polar opposites, but that’s perhaps her true beauty. unhinged and strange girls are always one step closer to god, for they're not afraid to trudge along dangerous paths. she smiles when the other girl finally begins to speak, feeling almost prideful for masking her request as a simple compliment. but the girl’s fast and she does notice her sudden shifts, so yuna has no choice but to nonchalantly nod along. “who said anything about compliments? that was a simple observation. nothing more and nothing less because at the end of the day, your height is not something that you can choose,” she says with a smile that only goes skin-deep, chuckling slightly. 

“of course i do. i am so clever that sometimes i don't understand a single word of what i am saying. do you know who actually said that? oscar wilde. he was right. but you do have to admit that my way of speaking isn’t for those who aren’t sharp-witted. it takes a keen ear and a sharp mind to notice certain subtleties.” but with the book finally in her hand, she feels once more satisfied. calm. nausea is finally hers. 

“thank you for the help, tall girl. however, i’d like to add that being tall could be considered a talent these days so don’t feel hurt by the lack of compliments from me. everything’s a talent these days and what are models if not walking hangers?” yuna playfully adds, surprised by her own willingness to spare more than the usual few words of greeting with those around her. 

“have you read nausea by the way? or did you just come here to look at the pretty covers? to be fair, they are pretty. i could get lost in their beauty.”