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“ah, you caught me there.” she said humorously, voice no more than a mere whisper, as if she was to wake someone .. well, it was past midnight, quite disadvantageous for her because she didn’t have a room of her own, glances cast over her shoulder at the other presence fast asleep, ready to hang up if necessary. for now she sits at the desk, notebooks with distinct notes of different subjects placed before her, not too far her little workshop; a table on her request, filled with painting tools and different paper sizes where she could turn her feelings and thoughts into art. blank of any creativity, she decided to call her friend, despite not being close enough, the two girls found comfort in talking about little nothings on restless nights like this. “i’ll keep you company, as long as you’re not going to talk to me about your essay for the rest of the night.”

it’s a faint tease, chahee likes helping and offering a solution to school related manners, but she’s not generous enough to lose sleep for someone else. selfish. “hold on.” she says suddenly, picks her handsfree bluetooth device forgotten in one of her drawers, so she could place her phone down and talk, while simultaneously finishing her assignment. “i...can’t sleep.” she resorts lamely, remembering she hadn’t gone into details about her personal life, that she was leaving in a house that wasn’t her own, and despite all luxury that was given to her, she still couldn’t accommodate. “yeah, we did. i definitely want try tiramisu waffles. i’ve seen a poster with new flavors, and that one’s caught my attention the most.. maybe some ice cream, too.”

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everyone has vices, is what she keeps feeding herself with, chugging from her bottle very lady unlike, chipped nail polish reflecting stress and unhappiness with her current life. what more one could ask for, once freedom had been sealed into a cage and the key had been thrown away? she’s not proud of herself, but at least her throat burns with pained pleasure when she drinks - soju isn’t something anyone can handle - luckily practicing taught her better. chahee developed a drinking habit ever since she’d moved in a house of unknown people who coordinated her life as they pleased. often she’d find her way at their bar even, consuming herself with intoxicating drinks until she was drunk enough to pass out. she doesn’t care if friends see her, she doesn’t care if her ‘future husband’ spots her hugging her bottle as if her life depended on it. she needed to disconnect from her unwanted life.

her breath hitches when she leaves the club at an unholy hour, steps wobbly in high heels - even if she went out to get wasted, chahee still took her time to look presentable, sophisticated lace dress with blue beneath wrapped around her thin frame, shoes a matching metal color, decorated with expensive jewelry around her neck and wrist... anyone could easily rob her of her goods at the moment. she stumbles where her feet guided her, towards a friend’s house she hadn’t contacted in a while, but it’s the safest and most coherent her mind can muster at the moment. her fingers blindly find the door bell, pressing it in a repeatedly annoying rhythm, figuring her friend had no chance but open the door one way or another. her arms spread wide, practically collapsing on the tinier frame - ah idol bodies - squishing around the female’s waist in affection. 

“shhshhshh, don’t be askin’ complicated questions!” she slurs, overjoyed with the reunion, even if her lids were threatening to close any second now. she’s not sober enough for second effects to kick in, so she immediately turns around and follows her to the kitchen, bumping into a plant, almost a wall, a curse or two leaving her lips.

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she’s stressed. attempt after attempt to cause a big scandal seemed to have failed her, words twisted in favor of the idol she’d been targeting all along. she sighs loudly from her hiding spot, thumb gliding aggressively along her phone screen, disappointed on how much positive remarks were made on the pann article, despite it mean to degrade and show an unpleasant side, stir doubt in one’s favorite in hopes to drag it even further. yes, she loves money, she would do anything to earn it ( fairly or not ), even if it required dirtying someone’s image.  

sitting on a well hidden bench behind an old oak, her eyes shifting from her device to surroundings,  (im)patiently waiting with a huff. she knew the locations her target usually circulated, along with in-between hours, so she was there to investigate further. when the time comes, she rises to her feet, quickly pulling her hair in a messy bun, inaudible steps trailing behind the other party, bringing her phone out yet again in false pretext of occupation. no signs of security signaled a perfect moment to make her long awaited move.

@aellionios

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first days of arrival incline one to think about grand hospitality and celebrations of a new presence. she thinks so as well, her curled locks and natural make up meant to impress, gather attention from people she was to share a roof with from now on. after spending an entire day gathering and sending her belongings in different car routines, she’s conflicted by what to wear, nothing too flashy, nothing too modest. it’s complicated but chahee always loved putting effort in her appearance, added to the reasons behind this event burdening her shoulders just slightly.

so there she stays in her full splendor, expecting a luxurious party in her name, at least celebrate that she’s engaged - and she is greeted, by an old lady, maid based on her clothes; the atmosphere is dead silent as she’s guided inside the massive house, not a single word exchanged between them aside common courtesy greetings. a quick flick of her glance deems her suddenly alone, stomach tightening in growing anxiety when she finds herself greeted by nothing but pretentious furniture. her fingers grip at the edge of her dress, unmoved from the middle of the hall, gaze slowly lowered to her feet. 

maybe, just maybe...someone will eventually have to notice her, right?

@1konicalt