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“you live here? it’s a little..... tiny, don’t ya think?”

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“um, like.... no offense but, shouldn’t you be in school at that time? i feel morally obligated to tell you no to a nail appointment.”

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she likes working on projects that revolve around art, its importance. types of art in different eras. islamic art. byzantine. pre romanesque. romanesque. her favorite, gothic art. even renaissance. she wouldn’t mind spending countless hours researching on each category, from history to its most important representatives, since her passions lied in creating masterpieces under form of paintings or sketches, leaving modern design aside, of course. 

chahee’s luck wasn’t on spot today, head pillowed between her hands as she reads across her task once again. an assignment about after life? no wonder psychology was never on her top list. she was intelligent, but she wasn’t constructive enough to create arguments on such a complex theme, which decreases her self-esteem, never voiced out loud, of course. she draws a soft sigh, realizing that staring would bring her nowhere; grabbing her phone from the desk, she skims through her kakao contacts for a possible reliable person, willing to crack this mystery with ( for ) her. 

oh. a certain name grabbed her attention, already accessing the message option, however hesitant with words. a couple of encounters happened between them, exchanged chats on different conceptions, but chahee thinks daehyun was good enough of a friend to lend her a hand with her dilemma... right? her fingers tap fast against each key, hoping it wasn’t an indecent hour for contacting ... actually, her only concern is to finish her task in time, so she wouldn’t fall out of her top position in her class.

[kkt] hey!! long time no speak!! 

[kkt] you been researching lately?

[kkt] anything new on afterlife? 

@saudaaji

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@jkbaws

having a modern pen pal meant making friends with someone virtually, and that friendship developing into hours of talking about endless subjects, from favorite food, to sharing music and deep conversations regarding personal lives. chahee expresses subtly, that she’s unhappy because she can’t make her dreams come true, that it’s a little complicated and it’s not just school getting in the way of it. most detailed thing she says about it is that she’s not quite prepared to become a wife. for a while, she doubts that it was a good idea to talk about it, so she doesn’t contact her friend for a week straight.

months passed since the embarrassing encounter, things gradually clicking back together. she’s back to updating her friend with her daily life activities, her fiance being as neglecting as ever. she types long entries, like she would in her journal, wrapped in cute emoji and slang text, in case anyone ever dared to peek through her messenger. hopefully not, because she would be embarrassed and violated, if so. 

“hey, what if we meet?” is what she boldly sends one day, while getting ready for her yoga lessons. she enrolled about a month ago, finding it a source of stress relieving. hair caught in a high ponytail, she zips her hoodie up with bag tossed across her shoulder and leaves the house. she didn’t expect her proposal to be agreed on, and tries to dismiss how her legs were trembling through the car ride, despite the initial meeting being after her lessons.

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a recent even lingering with fresh trauma keeps her restless at night, body tossed unable to find a position to sleep in, inconvenient for once that the other side of her bed was empty. her fingers curl around hair strands cascading across her eyes, shoving it over her head with a soft sigh, screws rotating in thoughts of what to do regarding this issue that kept her awake for over a month now. how was she going to face an old friend with knowledge that she took part of a murder that tore him apart from little family he had left? guilt pangs her stomach, fingers curled around it tightly in hopes that her breath would slow down from where it accelerated unconsciously.

just like that, hours pass until dim light intrudes past tilted louvers, signalizing that she hadn’t closed an eye the entire night. it’s driving her crazy, staying isolated like this, head pounded with thoughts she hadn’t dared to share with anyone so far. she stretches towards the night table, grabs her iPhone, unlocks it and goes for agenda right away, ignoring the missed calls she had received. his name and number alone add to the heavy weight on her shoulders, thumb hovering and circling across the green phone, hesitant in making a call. how could she? even though there had been brief meetings after the accident, she couldn’t properly look him in the eye, or hold a conversation for too long. so instead, she presses on the mail box.

[kkt] hey, you busy?

[kkt] let’s hang out today!

@orphous​

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she’s genuinely apologetic for colliding with him, when all she meant was head towards the store for supplies. her heel pressed to his sneakers in brief accident, causing her to halt in place and cover her mouth in a surprised manner. it’s not often that she’s this clumsy, so she bows her head in return, hoping he won’t be harsh on her for a simple mistake… ah, but if it were her in his situation, she’d be fuming by now, but of course, it didn’t count, since it wasn’t the case. “i’m really sorry–” she said once again, behind her fingers, trailing her gaze after where he was scrubbing.

being rewarded with sarcasm however, only makes her regret opening her mouth to begin with. she parts her lips and closes once again, weighting how sarcastic his words were, opting that it irked her, being addressed like that. “i’m not sorry anymore.” she declared after a few passing minutes with folded arms and determination, but it probably surfaced her childish side, bottom lip jutted into a visible pout. ah, who did he think he was, really…

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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.

@teargold​