#anarism

[malfamee-blog]

“I don’t care.”

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“and then-” aerin looked up, annoyance clear in her eyes as the woman in front of her cut her off with a display of disinterest. it was hard however to really be able to read the expression on either aerin or jieun’s face, both of them half hidden behind masks. although the reason for hiding was quite different for both.

aerin tried to not let her mind wander and think about it too much, or her jealousy show.

regardless they both sat, blissfully anonymous in the busy starbucks, a small table in the back of the shop, away from all the commotion of those coming and going.

“you know, you could be a bit more thankful, you say you want to meet up, i adapt to your busy schedule” ok, maybe that was uncalled for, doing two half time jobs did allow aerin quite some flexibility in her scheduling. “and when we try to catch up you’re being rude” she complained, taking another sip out of her overcharged and overrated drink (this is the last time she’ll let her pick where they meet up)

“i’ll agree my life’s pretty boring right now, especially compared to yours but you should be a good friend and humor me”

[wrcyter]

@anarism

Idols truly are perfect specimens.

From the very top strand of their hair, all the way down to their feet. The way they smile, interact, and even speak is all practiced, rid of flaws and appearing natural under lights and cameras. 

And idols submit themselves under much to achieve perfection.

Chanyeol walks around the apartment, opening curtains and blinds, allowing the early morning sun to filter in. He picks at trash and discarded clothes on the floors, and feels a little tired when he picks up an empty clear container, the smell inside still strong despite the long hours left outside. The coffee table in the living room is smeared in white and ripped rolling paper, and everything looks as awful as he feels. 

“Jieun, get up. It’s late.” 

[kryptonos]

[ @anarism :: in response to x ]

  She’s unsure of whether it’s the question or the tone of his voice but she can’t help but roll her eyes, her gaze still focused on the cellphone she held in her lap. Perhaps she owes it to him, considering he’s helped her out in the past, but his face itself was so infuriating she could never take his assistance seriously, let alone show any sign of gratitude. How pitiful it must be to be nothing more than a toy for her to use.

  Jieun taps out a few more words and hits send before meeting his gaze, painted lips quirking into a small smirk. She rolls into a sitting position, leaving behind the previous comfort she found to stand and meet his eyes dead on. As calculating as ever she waits, allowing silence to settle between them.

  “The better question is why would I tell you?” Her head tilts, dark hair cascading over one shoulder as her eyes narrow. The smirk has faded into her standard stoic expression, her disinterest obvious. “Remember, I don’t owe you anything, not even the courtesy of speaking to you.” 

it wasn’t clear to him, that the life of a talent manager was to be as such. reality was always a harsh wake up call, taking with it all the pleasures in life, ripping it from beneath his feet and leaving him with both feet barely on the ground. “babysitting idols”, he muses to himself, “that’s what it should be called.” he’s in no position to complain; job given to him as a test of his potential. he’s grateful. 

the furrow between his brows grows, and he’s glowering at her, lips twisted into a grimace of sorts. it’s always been sour between them, bitter, although they could’ve been friends--- should’ve in some ways. but he convinces himself that it’s better this way, uncomplicated, with no grey areas. there’s a sigh that leaves parted lips, and he runs his fingers through his hair, eyes still on her.

“because i’m your fucking boss, is that a good enough reason for you?” he’s seething, teeth bared, with spiteful words sitting between rows of white. “i honestly don’t care about whatever shit you get yourself into,” a lie. “but if and once it blows up and becomes my problem--- well that’s a different story all together, isn’t it?” 

[estrnged]

❝I'm never going back.❞

“Don’t,” he encourages. The past is that itself, the past. What use is it to return to routines, to fall prey to the same mistakes that were once chased with remorse and disgust? With the burn of something clear, and something hard in hopes of forgetting it all, as if it would scratch out the actions from ever happening? Chanyeol is a man of progression – and though his could be considered snail paced, it is progression nonetheless. 

“I’m not going back either. So cheers to moving forward, being productive, and all that!” He raises the flask that was once nuzzled to his chest, clinking it with her invisible one before sitting up from his position splayed out on the grass, and taking a generous swig before flopping back down. 

“So hey, I know I’m not like, your best friend or anything, but I’m pretty buzzed right now and I think this is the part where people start spilling secrets and bonding. So since you brought it up first, you should start. Why aren’t you going back? What monsters are waiting for your moment of vulnerability?” He giggles at his poeticness, thinks he’s clever and should be praised as such. His smile is lazy, slightly lopsided, but naturally his surroundings are as well as his vision spins the furniture around them in some sort of dance. His head begins to tip forward as he cranes his neck to look at her, so he props himself up on his elbow and rests his chin in the palm of his hand. 

“I promise I won’t tell anyone. I have no one to tell, really, but –” He interrupts himself with another fit of giggles, finding amusement in his lack of stable human relationships before calming himself down. “Where were we? Oh yeah!” 

[jnghnna]

"And I thought I could trust you."

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Hanna could only hum at that. Jieun’s words sounded much more like an accusation as opposed to a simple statement, and the younger couldn’t quite help but let a long sigh emit from pink lips, head tilting slightly as she let her gaze rest on the other’s figure briefly before going even further by taking a look at the taller female’s face. Hanna was seated, Jieun wasn’t      a metaphor, of some sort? People used to look down on her all throughout life to the point where Hanna grew careless over their mean, shallow insults, others always judging her for the poverty she had lived with, the fact that she was fatherless and had grown up accordingly as well.

❝You never asked me if you could do that, though.❞       therefore you are the one carrying all the consequences, not me. I never asked you to trust me.

Hanna’s own empathy had jaded over time and the once so loving, caring little girl had been replaced with a calculating young female whose first priority was herself. Was that selfish? She viewed it to be a defensive mechanism, something she had adapted to when person after person was torn from her life, taking pieces with them that she so kindheartedly handed away in the naive belief that they were going to stay by her side, just as they had promised to. In that sense, nobody but herself was at fault for her kind heart being ripped apart piece after piece.

Hanna kept on giving and giving, pouring all the kindness in her heart inside this awfully cruel world only to be repaid with nothing but heartache and pain.

❝I’m sorry I couldn’t measure up to your expectations of me, but I’m not one you should waste your trust on. There are others, people who are suited much better for the role of a confidant. I am not one of these people, unnie.❞