secrets.
which one? actually I don’t know either at first, I never wrote even a single line of lies @idjunseo
as the night winds towards a final conclusion, mistakes are being made. she watches them around her with a distracted fascination. granted she has made plenty of her own, in her time, but tonight she has run out of things unscathed - at least in the moment. perhaps she has played this game long enough now that she has become proficient, adept even, at refraining from causing a scene around herself. others aren’t so lucky. she hasn’t always been. there is always a give and take. there is always some price to pay for one’s sanity.
for ryan, she figures this price will be a spectacular hangover tomorrow, to be treated with ginseng and stew and many many handfuls of acetaminophen on her way to schedules. why anyone scheduled anything for the night after this debaucherous fest is beyond her but alas, she’s sure she’ll see a handful of these unhappy few in similar situations tomorrow, dead eyed backstage and wincing at the studio lights. and for most it will not be a new occurrence, nor a particularly scandalous one.
it’s the way of life at least for idols, at least for them. they’re all wrapped up in their own webs, lies upon lies that wrap around them all and pull them into the depths. she shifts, sliding down to sit against a chair settled near a quiet nook. things aren't necessarily winding down but this late in the evening the mood has made a shift toward something more palatable, something more restrained. she's content to nod along to the throb of the music, drink in hand, and a distracted smile on her lips. she likes these moments of quiet connectedness the most, when she both is and is not involved with the world around her, fit together in a tenuous puzzle of humanity but not tangled up in it.
when he sits down beside her she does not, truthfully, immediately recognize either him or his presence, blinking her eyes open at the shift of weight beside her,exhaling quietly. it's inaudible underneath the wild throb of the music, and she tilts her head to flash him a smile that flickers sideways and bright in the dim lighting. "ah, na junseo, happy halloween." her legs stretch otu and she tilts her toes forward to extend them further, loosening muscle. "having a good evening?"
