i won't cover my SCARS––– i'll let 'em BLEED so my silence won't be mistaken for PEACE. am I wrong for wanting us to MAKE it? tell me your LIES because I just can't FACE it !
nothing much had happened that day and if he were to count the exam that he had done so surprisingly bad on then today was considered a CRAPPY day. having to kick at the pavement (which surely wasn’t any good for his already worn out sneakers) for the past half hour to wait for siyoon to pry herself away from company turned out to be the fucking cherry on top.
his lips gradually thinned out into a straight line, – doing little to disguise the discomfort that laid visible through his lack of expression. chanho wasn’t a man of many words to begin with and it turns out that siyoon rendered him speechless for all the WRONG reasons. his assumptions about her barely skimming past the fifth grade still stood, – that was the only explanation he had as to why every conversation they shared resulted in an endless pit of his own frustration.
his fingers rested idly within his pockets, his right earphone repeatedly hitting his chest while the left one remained secure in his ear, and his steps leading him down an all too familiar route. he could barely pick up the muffled complaints coming from not too far away (this was clearly exaggerated because the street was quite narrow and her voice was oh so annoyingly persistent).
❛ you call that body of yours normal? ❜ a light insult thrown her way, she probably expects it by now. he laughs to himself because he finds it funny before glancing over his shoulder with a sort of blank stare. ❛ what kind of girl gets TIRED from walking a few blocks? quit complaining. we’re almost there, ❜ he breathes out and at this point, – he’s indifferent about whether or not she had actually heard him.
then he wonders what his parents were thinking when they had acknowledged whatever had become of this… NEGOTIATION. surely, they didn’t hate him but every passing minute with her started to prove otherwise.
she was aware of their monetary differences – it was obvious in the way they dressed, the lifestyles they led – but that was the reasoning behind their union, was it not? his parents held a debt to hers, and they didn’t have the funds to repay it; it was only convenient that the two families had children of the same age, and in the same friend group no less.
their parents were oblivious to their pure hatred of one another – which could be accredited to their phenomenal acting skills – and so the relationship continued. she’s still struggling to keep up, heels forcing her to stumble as she hurried her walk. it was dark, after all, and she was wary of the dangers that hid in each alley way; she may not like chonho, but he was her guardian figure in that moment.
“well –– you’re right, not normal. this body is definitely PERFECT, above average – goddess-like!” words all spoken with a satisfied smirk upon her lips, as if her comeback was something worth being proud of. siyoon didn’t understand how his personality could change so harshly; with their friends, he seemed to be a lighter version of himself, but with her, it was merely stoic features and never ending insults.
that was their relationship, though, and she knew not to expect anything more. it was merely interesting.
“i’m in heels, of course i’m going to get tired walking a few blocks. this wouldn’t be a problem if you had a car, chanho.”
she’s finally able to match his strides, walking alongside him with a hint of pout upon her lips. any other man would have fallen to her charm in seconds, but it was just her luck that she’d been partnered with the ( presumably ) worst man in the world.
it isn’t often siyoon encounters those who don’t like her, nevertheless those who have decidedly – if not to annoy her further – formed an opinion of hatred of her. with her exceedingly good looks, never emptying wallet and GRACIOUS heart; how could anyone hate her? she was an angel – a GIFT to the world. she was allowed to dislike others, of course, they were just not allowed to return the sentiment.
such was not the case with son chanho.
though they shared the same group of friends and often crossed paths when doing through their daily tasks, the pair had never quite clicked. venomous words were all that flowed between the pair, sighs of anguish sounding when stumbling upon one another yet again ( siyoon could often be heard exclaiming that ‘if the devil was going, [she] wouldn’t be there!’ ) and any opportunity to get away from one another was taken with pleasure. it was the only way they could understand one another.
the equation worked perfectly, and empty threats stayed as such –– until the parental factor was added. an invitation to dinner ( which siyoon had happily accepted ) had resulted in the two paired together for marriage, a ‘perfect union set up by the heavens’ according to their parents. neither wanted to disappoint their parents ( though her morals were guided by the allowance she received monthly rather than familial love ) and so they’d – for now – agreed to go along with it.
currently, the pair were following the streets that would lead them home, returning from a group hang out with their friends. they would fall into the act once entering a close proximity to their folks, but for now, she’ll trail behind him as if falling into step with the male was the ultimate sin. ( she wouldn’t deny how nicely the street light hit his frame, however, she would never admit to the long glances she had taken to discover such a fact. )
“can’t you walk any slower? you might be daddy long legs up there, but people with normal bodies can’t cover an entire block in one step.” a pause as she readjusts her skirt, arms crossed tightly against her chest. “i don’t see why we couldn’t have taken a cab or something –– or why you don’t have a car! seriously, what kind of guy doesn’t have a car these days?”
“I think it’s broken.” + “It’s so beautiful.” + “Want to hear a secret?” ( super friends ) / “Do you trust me?” + “You’re really good at this…” + "You’re so weird.” ( hayeon & daehan aka that school au that i havent replied to rip )
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i. skating had never been a particular strength of eunah’s, whether it be on wood, ice, or any other torturous flooring. however, upon receiving an invitation out for an afternoon of fun from her super friend, there was definitely no scenario in which she would have declined. not only was her day void of any plans or schedules, but there had been yet a chance for her to go out and do anything remotely festive ( such as ice skating ) this winter season.
thus far, two hours had been spent carefully skating around the edge of the rink, one hand on the rim, the other finding purchase in the sleeve of jaehyuns shirt. she can only be thankful there were no fans or cameras – at least, from what she could tell – to witness the immense struggle she was currently experiencing.
“oppa, this is so hard ! why couldn’t we have gotten hot chocolate or something?”
her attention falls to the idol beside her, the softest of pouts forming upon posie-stained lips. the one second of distraction from the activity at hand is enough to cause a slip of her ankle, the actress tumbling to the cold ice with a shout. she’s stunned, enough so that any thought to stand from her position on the ground diminishes with every throb of pain that comes from her knee.
“you think so?”
ii. company outings had never been anything eunah had cared for; the long drive out to the mountains, the lack of cell connection, the forced civility between the branches of staff – it was torture. especially after she’d left princess, the trips had gotten worse, the actress now not knowing where she was supposed to, who she was supposed to sit with.
it wasn’t all bad, though, since she did have friends in the various sub companies of prism. jaehyun, for example, was someone she’d decided to bother for the majority of the day ( spending time with the other king members was only an added benefit ).
“it’s getting kind of dark –– ... oh, i know ! we should hike up a little more and watch the sunset ! ”
and so the group does just that, setting up lawn chairs in the clearing by the trail, view completely void of all trees and any traces of the city below.
it was beautiful.
she was glad he thought so too.
iii. she’ll peer over the top of her magazine upon such a question, the actress immediately inching closer to the idol as her interest piqued.
“a secret? of course i want to hear a secret!”
though most people didn’t know much of anything about her, eunah loved to discover new things about those who surrounded her. it was selfish, in some ways, that she knew so much only to not give the same level of information in return – but such was the lifestyle she led.
“i won’t tell anyone, i pinky promise !! please tell me, oppa, i’ll be your super SUPER friend if you do.”
i. the serene atmosphere in which she held her tutoring sessions with daehan was one she cherished greatly. there were no surprises in the library, nothing that would frighten her hidden in their alcove in the back. it was what she preferred, it was a place where she could consider herself to be in complete control.
she’s just finishing up the for the day when he offers to take her out, some sort of afternoon adventure as a thanks for her hard work. her movements still upon registering the request, mission to organize her bag coming to a stop as she struggles to think of a polite denial. daehan was nice enough, everyone knew that to be true, but hayeon didn’t do well with unprecedented situations – especially those that were offered by boys she ( embarrassingly ) feared.
“i have a thing, at a place –– with a person ! right after this so i’m sorry, maybe another time...”
do you trust me?
the statement forces the girl to feel guilty, her resolve crumbling almost immediately. she’s continue to pack up, putting her things neatly away into her bag before swinging it onto her shoulder and redirecting her attention to him.
“kind of ? i mean –– i trust you enough to go somewhere with you... i guess my other plans can wait.”
ii. hayeon, truly, was not good at anything other than studying. the pressure from her parents to do well in school, the guilt they laid on if she did anything but study, the disappointment that came with any lesser than perfect score were all enough to scare the girl into a monotonous life filled with nothing but books, essays, and articles. she yearned to have had the normal childhood experience of sports and playdates, but both were only mere fantasies she dreamt upon when falling asleep.
so when he utters the compliment while she solved a problem from his homework, only an airy sigh seems to be the response. she can’t manage a ‘thank you’ when she knew that schoolwork happened to be the only activity he would be able to compliment her on.
“yeah, i guess...” a pause. “thank you, though.”
there was nothing hayeon wouldn’t give for one other skill, just one thing she could claim to be decent at that would set her apart from the rest of the geniuses at their school. that, in itself, brought about a whole other issue. hayeon did not consider herself a genius by any means, she just happened to do nothing but study. any student at their school could get the grades she did if they took out all sources of fun from their lives.
“what are you good at? you know, since i never see you outside of the library.”
iii. she was embarrassing; that was a fact she knew to be true. there really was no other explanation for her current actions, the student practically tip toe-ing her way through the halls while peeking around every corner before continuing on her path. the boys that had decided to make her life hell hadn’t done anything that day, and the radio silence from their end was beginning to frighten the girl more than the confrontations themselves.
there was only one more class period to go before school was let out for the day, only an hour left before she’d be able to mark the day as one in which she had successfully escaped the bullies.
she’s peering around the corner, hues scanning the halls to make sure none of them were there before daehan’s words reach her, effectively causing the girl to freeze. no matter how peaceful or kind he seemed, hayeon never seemed to be able to forget that he associated himself with the worst people in her life.
“i’m not weird ! well, maybe a little but this is all necessary, i swear.”
her words fade into a hurried look around their surroundings, the girl making sure once more that there would be no one there to witness her actions as she made her way closer to the other.
“your friends haven’t messed with me all day so i’m just trying to avoid them... by sneaking around campus and making as little noise as i can! but it didn’t work since you found me anyways...”
“How drunk are you right now?” + “I dare you.” + “I think I’m falling in love with you. ” -- Jikari (:
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i. her head falls forward as if it were a heavy weight, resting on the broad expanse of jiaolongs clothed back as her arms snaked around his torso, effectively trapping him in a weak back hug. far too many drinks had been sent her way, enough so that her words are slurred, eyelids falling shut as she struggled to stay awake. the night had been eventful enough to have rid her of all of her energy, leaving behind only this exhausted corpse that seemed to be hanging onto every action from the other.
“hm?” her fingers rise to form numbers on his stomach, the girl holding them out so he could take notice.
“this many –– this many drinks were drank – drinked – drunk ––... oh, i’m drunk!” her words fall away to soft laughter, the noise muffled by the fabric of his top.
ii. those who knew akari knew she was nothing short of a daredevil, accepting any challenge that was sent her way without so much of an ounce of worry. perhaps it was dangerous to live life as if it were not precious, but such was the lifestyle she had fallen into, not that she had any regrets. living on the edge, as ridiculous as it sounded, was something she enjoyed – it was something that made her truly feel for long periods of time.
“you dare me?”
seconds pass as her attention remains concentrated on jiaolong, hues burning into the other’s features as the competitive streak inside began to flare. there was no chance she could pass up a dare, especially not one given by a man such as himself ( translation: not one given by her crush ).
“okay, tonight at eight. meet me at my place and i’ll do it! i’ll be the coolest girl you know afterwards.”
iii. slow afternoons in the company were usually spent catching up on work she had fallen behind on, dance rooms reserved for her to complete such tasks alone. this particular day, however, was spent in a much different way than usual. rather than the girl on her lonesome checking off monotonous to do lists, she was accompanied by jiaolong who had offered to help with the couple dance she had been assigned to teach to the trainees.
the door is locked, leaving the pair to work on the choreography in complete privacy. maybe it hadn’t been necessary to make the dance as close as it had ended up being, or maybe it hadn’t been necessary for the soft brushing of their hands, the pads of his fingers brushing up the length of her thigh, the tracing of his jaw –– perhaps it hadn’t been needed. but, on the other hand, who was to say it wasn’t what made the dance perfect?
the music falls away to silence and she’s left standing close ( very, very close ) to the other, chest rising and falling with every heavy breath she took. her head falls onto his shoulder as she attempted to calm her beating heart – was it beating due to the physical stresses of the last hour, or due to their close proximity? she’s about to move, to step back and grab a water bottle from the table when his words register.
oh.
suddenly, she’s very still. suddenly, she can’t find it in her to move away from him, nor can she find it in her to reply. lips part as she struggles to find the right words to respond, her heart beat increasing with every second of silence that passed.
and then he’s moving away – perhaps defeated by her silence?
she’s quick to keep him from going too far, fingers wrapping around his wrist loosely in an attempt to save the moment.
he definitely doesn’t expect the person running into him, and even more so he doesn’t expect hands in his shirt, the other holding themselves up. his first thought is about his shirt, how her hands must be creating wrinkles, and even after she lets go his focus lies on it. smoothing out the shirt, he can finally see who she is just before she’s bowing. jaewon knows her somewhat ( it may be mostly a show, but he still recognizes almost all the girls. their names, unlike their faces, are easily forgotten despite this. ) ❛❛ you should really watch where you’re going. you might run into the wrong person, there are some pretty mean girls here. you might run into them and their nails will make your face a lot less beautiful. ❜❜
running into any of the boys from this specific friend group was something that brought a chill to her bones, their constant taunting and teasing anything but pleasurable. she’ll rise from her bow, hands shaking ( a fact she’ll hide by slipping them into the pockets of her skirt ) as she continued to stare at the ground. ❛ i –– that’s not ––– ❜ she isn’t sure of what to say, brows furrowing as she struggled to think of something – ANYTHING. ❛ that would hurt, huh –– thank you for the warning. ❜ and with that, she’s crouching down to gather the items that had landed at his feet.
chaerin’s gripping her own shot glass in her hand now, watching, – WAITING before chugging down her own fix of fiery delight. she’d watch herself tonight (be mindful of her respective tolerance) considering the last episode that included the both of them and one too many bottles of alcohol. it was a night rarely spoken of but a night that had happened regardless. ❛ more? you’ve been drinking long before you were legal, haven’t you? ❜ another round was poured, despite her suspicions, and all that remained was the expectation that two would be eunah’s limit, she’d be okay with three – mind you, this would be the first time that she’d be in the other’s inebriated company. ❛ how’s it taste… isn’t it bitter? more importantly, how have you been? ❜
maybe she should have dramatized her first shot, added a bit more wincing and clutching of her throat along with it. it was safe to assume that these last few months had been consumed with visits to bars, the beginners reaction to alcohol seemingly washed away by the many shots she’d had. ❛ nope ! just –– a natural. ❜ she wasn’t going to confess her sins right off the bat, not after a single shot. there was a lot to talk about, after all. ❛ a little, yeah. ❜ the drink disappears between her sentences, an empty shot glass being placed on the table as she processed the burn. ❛ i’m okay –––... i mean, life’s been a lot but, i’m okay, i’m good. ❜
a slight shift of her stature is all the indication given that she’d noticed the other’s arrival, a sigh heavy with the stresses of her day slipping from her lips. it’d been a day of great lengths, that was a fact, and yet she felt as if there was so much more to do, as if she didn’t have the privilege of going home and allowing herself to rest. the other wasn’t someone she was necessarily the CLOSEST with, but he was someone she enjoyed the company of no less.
gathering the various notebooks she had used throughout the day, she’ll place them into her backpack before turning to finally greet the other with the slightest of bows ( jaehyun was, after all, above her both in career and age ).
❛ pretty boyfriend – ! sorry about the mess, i’m just trying to get myself together. ❜ and it was true, in every sense of the phrase. whether it be her personal life – her fathers health, her feelings – or her professional life – the tired trainees, her dancing block – she felt as if she were lacking in organization. that wasn’t to say the idol had been interrupting; if anything, the unexpected visit was a welcome surprise.
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