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[kcrtia]

AHN KIHA &&. PARK MILES @bemyuse

     he wakes up with an immediate groan from the recesses of his mind, a pain so deep and agonising that it wants to keep him in his bed for the next year or so. the throbbing that pangs at his knuckles still, a reminder of what had happened only days prior takes him back to a dark place. and it was as if everything had happened all over again, like a movie playing endlessly in his head. digits wiggling about, testing the strain of his knuckles as he leverages himself up, hands rubbing vigorously against his face as he forces himself to wake. the dread that looms over him, the way he didn’t want to take another step to leave him room because today, was going to be the first time he would have to be faced with kiha since their last explosive fight.

    he forced onto the weekly idol as a guest with kiha simply under the pretences that they were close and it would be easier to develop their chemistry than any other two members in yuseong. and he dreads it, he dreads it so much that he manages to run out of his apartment, knuckles still bloodied from the last encounter, only to hustle back into his apartment to have it hastily bandaged up and rushed out the door again. he quickly finds himself on set, at least twenty minutes late, hands reaching over his features to do his makeup and hair. he gets a few lingering questions of what had happened to his hand and why his cheek had slight bruising to his rosy undertones. to which he replies, “it’s natural blush, i’m glowing from within but only from one side. this other side is dead.” he garners a few chuckles, many telling him how silly he is whilst others were more concerned that it could’ve been an allergic reaction. and they were absolutely correct— an allergic reaction to kiha, so it seems.

     and then, he’s being rushed onto set where he greets the mcs, bowing apologetically to the staff behind the cameras. although he had messaged them the moment he knew he was going to be late, the guilt that sank in made it impossible for him to brush off completely. and then— he meets eyes with kiha, spots his silhouette as he emerges onto set. miles is caught shunned for a moment, quickly averting his gaze elsewhere as his breath quickens for second. the mcs ask about his hand, whether or not he had been training so hard that he had sprained himself— he only nods, if only they knew. 

     the mcs encouraging engagement before the show begins, shuffling the two of them together to mingle as everyone gets into their positions to film. “hey.” is all that he manages, avoiding eye contact, because even after he had spilled all of his feelings towards kiha— he was met with kiha’s adamant conclusion that whatever they had was platonic and nothing more. that it would never be anything more, and perhaps it was too late to take back his words and to pretend like he had never let his feelings out. and he has said everything he needed tp be said, there was nothing else he could say to kiha— it’s all been done and dusted. 

     then, the mcs begin to introduce the show, getting them to both do their individual greetings when prompted to. miles simply raises a hand to wave, making sure that it was his non-injured one, accompanied by a nod, “miles of crescent, so happy to be here.” a slight hint of sarcasm in his voice. 

[jayvng]

it comes as no surprise to witness the two members of crescent, claimed to be childhood best friends pushing the limits of their “friendship” and encouraging untraditional behaviours. not only were they caught together eating on a sunday, but caught cosying up to one another whilst sharing their meals. the lack of shame to be so intimate in a public space without thinking of the consequences is enough to prove that the pair are likely dating and doing more than just their little act of “childhood best friends”. 

netizens have already managed to piece together that the alleged couple have been together for some time now, dating back to early 2015. it is suggested that crescent’s miles has gotten into previous dating scandals to divert the attention away from his relationship with fellow member kiha. the group’s maknae is no stranger to these scandals. it is a wonder why the company yuseong even keeps him around. however, this seems to be the first notable media stir that ahn kiha has gotten himself into. considering how touchy and intimate he is with everyone around him. it comes as a surprise that ahn kiha has not been exposed in the media more.

explicit images of the two members almost sucking faces and feeding each other have been surfacing. in addition to that, their recent activities have escalated as the images of their cafe “date” come under extreme scrutiny. with this, netizens have been digging deeper into the issue. with the development of the images that have come out, it will be no surprise that yuseong will be forced to disband crescent. nothing has been confirmed by the company yet and no statements have been issued to the public. 

[ +380,750 / -620,250 ]

[ anon. ] disgusting!!! i knew i couldn’t trust their friendship!! it was way too close for my comfort. good thing there are reliable reporters out there exposing this kind of behaviour!!! [ anon. ] i’m not longer going to stan them, they are taking out fanfics too far [ anon. ] since when did reporters start writing their own fanfic ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ [ anon. ] they look kinda cute together in the pics tho [ anon. ] gross [ anon. ] wow what a lovely story! you should consider being a fantasy novelist ㅋㅋㅋㅋ

@bemyuse & @kcrtia​

[kcrtia]

LEE YUNA &&. LEE INSU @bemyuse​

     he already hated it so much that he was willing to hold his breath and kill himself right in this moment, as he sat around a desk filled with faces he detested. his father directly in front of him and their campaign manager besides his father, his sister in between him and their father because if not for the buffer between them, they would be at each other’s necks— and maybe just maybe, insu would have beaten their father up in front of their campaign manager. and it’s evident in the way he sits with a slouch, their father immediately pointing that out with stern features directed at him, to which he ignores completely and continues to drink the champagne in his glass. 

     it wasn’t too long ago since his sister had found out about their father’s affair with the campaign manager and for once he was glad he didn’t have to keep hearing about why he should behave more and be more fair to their father. for once, he didn’t have to go through nine million lectures from his sister who clearly had too much free time to be preaching stuff that he made clear, he didn’t care about. he lets out a sigh, placing his glass back down onto the table, right as their campaign manager insists on asking him how he was feeling, “fine.” is all that he manages to reply, staring right at her as their father clears his throat, insu’s gaze averting to meet with their father’s own. “get to it, you said this was an obligatory dinner. obviously you wouldn’t be so insistent on me showing up simply for seollal, right?” knowing full well lee insik wasn’t a man of up keeping traditions, not since their mother had moved out of the estate. “and why is she here?” his finger hovers to point at their campaign manager, “she’s not even family— employee at best.” a scoff leaving him, tone condescending.

     “well?” a brow raising, and he was met with a suppressed version of their father, to which he only assumes it’s because their campaign manager was present. a good sign that insu could push boundaries and not get decked to the face, a smirk unknowingly appearing on his features at the thought alone. ‘i was looking into possible engagement arrangements for you, insu. daughter’s of wealthy family’s are interested in making you a part of their family.’ his darkened hues widening, “you what? you want me to be engaged?” he lets out a good laugh, to which was met with an awkward silence, “you’re joking. you think i’m that fucking stupid to be like yuna and marry some random person?” rolling his eyes, accompanied by a scoff. and he senses his father’s anger in the way he had his fists curled on top of the table, the way his veins threatened to pop out from his forward and the gritted teeth. the campaign manager placing her hand on their father’s balled up fist, gently patting him and insu’s gaze narrows in on her, to which she hastily retrieves her hand.

     he lets out a sigh, “fine, you know what? who are they? what are my options? do i even have options?” adjusting himself in his seat, ‘you have three.’ their father replies. “three?” an audible hah leaving him, turning to yuna, “you only had one.” as if cackling, he laughs at her. ‘you have suyin from the tsai family who are big lawyers in the country. chanmi, from the han family who own major banks internationally. and you have mirabelle, from the yoon family who are famous in the industry and the media. good exposure and positive coverage.’ their father adds. his own brows raising, amused by his options. 

     “maybe suyin, at least then it’ll be easier for yuna to have a way into getting a job after she graduates.” turning to his sister, raising his brows mockingly. “though chanmi is good for business, no? ties in with mum’s line of work? could help in the financing sector of mum’s car manufacturing company?” he’s trying to sound as genuinely interested as he can, really selling the fact that was indeed debating on which bride to wed himself to for the rest of his life, “euijin might get bored being the only famous person in the family, so maybe mirabelle will keep him company?” 

[kcrtia]

LEE YUNA &&. JUNG EUIJIN @bemyuse

     he has grown slightly tired from wearing the faux smile on his lips as he was paraded around by his father as some sort of trophy son, having been engaged to the lee’s youngest daughter and having numerous dramas set to premiere in the upcoming months. he makes it clear that both his sons are doing well for themselves, even if he’s unable to get jun to attend many of the parties. and deep down, euijin is envious of his younger brother for having been able to dip from the gatherings with the excuse of training too hard, to which he understands though, doesn’t stop the emerald tint to glaze over his tired hues.

     he’s here with the lee family to show to everyone how well they get along, how their engagement is based off of pure, true love and how amicable they are to the public. a display of all things good and euijin tries to maintain his composure, to keep the poised air about his disposition even if his smile seems to flatline a few times throughout the party during long winded conversations. and he makes sure that his hand hovers over yuna’s waist, not making direct contact as to respect her personal space. he knows that they’re meant to be madly in love and engaged, he also knows that this wasn’t the kind of relationship they wanted, that the engagement was and is just an arrangement out of their parents’ convenience. so, he does his best to make her feel respected and gives her enough space that she doesn’t feel as though he’s pushing and taking advantage of her in any way. 

     carefully allowing his forefinger to move and place a stray strand of hair behind her ear as the photographer insists on taking their pictures for seollal, “hold on, let me fix your hair.” carefully tugging the strand back behind her, before moving into position behind her and facing the photographer with his practiced smile, making sure to lean into her just enough to sell the image of a close knit couple, even if they were just an arranged marriage. and the photographer thanks them, informs them that their photos will be ready and emailed out in an hour or so, to which euijin offers up his own email address. the photographer thanks them again and disappears into the ocean of people, probably finding his next pair to photograph. 

     he turns back to yuna, his smile still gracing at his corners, “enjoying yourself?” because he wasn’t, he was ready to leave but he was also keen on visiting the seollal festivals on his way home— those were always the best part of the new years. “i think i might leave early.” he admits, a hand raising to rub at his nape, unsure if he should confess to her that he’s wanting to go to the festivals. 

     after all, they were sent to the party to make their engagement known to those around them, it would make it too obvious if one of them would have left early and left the other behind. he wasn’t sure if she was willing to cover for him or encourage him to stay a little longer. he wasn’t sure if she wanted to accompany him to the festival or if she preferred to stay here. uncertainty clouding his better judgement.

[kcrtia]

LEE YUNA &&. KIM AERI @bemyuse

     the party was a lot more boring than what she had anticipated, though, the only thing keeping her sane and wanting to stay moments longer were the gowns that adorned the frames of the wealthy around her. it was unfathomable to think that these people had the so much money, they were able to buy attires costing her tuition but then again, her dress was the same price as her father’s home in their dinghy neighbourhood. her gaze grazing pass each and every guest, attempting to identify their designer— some being so ambiguous it was hard for her to decipher, though the fancy glass in her hand guises her poverty well. the way she learnt to handle the utensils, though drinking wine was something she has not gotten used to just yet. water and water alone will have to do until she finds the courage within herself to delve into other beverages.

     seated on her table, legs crossed as she moves to face the open floor where people stood about and mingled. her gaze falls to another woman’s shoes, the logo seems to be slightly off and so was the colouring— she squints slightly attempting to get a better look only to find the pair of shoes coming closer towards her and she’s greeted with a not so happy set of eyes. her own brows raising, head tilting to the slightly to the side and then she’s told to keep her eyes to herself and to mind her own business. aeri manages to blink a few times to digest the words that were being thrown at her, before a short laugh escapes from her sanguine tinted lips, gaze returning to the woman’s shoes as she rolls her eyes only to receive an embarrassed gasp as angry feet storm off in the opposite direction. and for a moment, she feels so out of place— being here as jungkook’s girlfriend is one thing, but being here without jungkook by her side because he was off doing whatever rich people like him do at these parties, she felt a compelling sense to leave. but this was also her job. 

     and she has to remember to keep her words to herself, to not spoil the atmosphere with her judging attitude. exposing a rich person of wearing knockoff manolo blahniks was the last thing she wanted to do. a sigh leaving her, as she takes a sip from her glass of water. and she’s unsure if she misses jungkook or if she was just feeling uncomfortable to be left alone at their table with no real friends around. and of course, she wouldn’t have friends here because he said so himself— they don’t run in the same social circles because he’s so much richer than her. the reminder of his words only makes her more annoyed at him than missing him, as a sigh leaves her again. 

     then, she spots another woman with a dazzling dress adorning her shoulders. she estimates it to be at least three million won and it made sense, the attention to detail and the way the dress draped against the woman’s body made sense of the price tag. though, it was a good reminder that the brand itself was probably eighty per cent of the reason why it was such a hefty price. her gaze lifts to match with the owner of the dress, fully expecting to be told to keep her eyes to herself again, and she braces for the critique, “beautiful gown.” she tries to cushion the fall, even offers a small smile, “ah, you must be yuna?” she remembers jungkook briefly summarising the event and having read the invitation over before attending, as well as the brief talks she has heard on her table, pointing out the politician’s daughter. 

[kcrtia]

LEE YUNA &&. LEE INSU @bemyuse

    he had managed to slip past the sea of people, faces all blurred into one huge conglomeration of fancy dresses and designer ties adorning equally expensive shirts. he has grown tired of his father prancing about the venue, a woeful glaze on his features, so naturally that it beckons to deceive those around him. it was clear in his eyes that his father was not mourning the sickness of his wife, it was clear in his eyes that his father was not remorseful nor was he remote upset by the event. how he’s going about, preaching how miserable he has become, how regretful he felt for not having given his wife more. insu was sick of having to hear the same rehearsed monologue of woe ‘tis me, the suffering husband. sick of seeing his father attempt to gain sympathy for something so... disgusting. 

     his fingers twitching in his pocket, tucked away in the confines of his pants, a habit of charred lungs needing their hourly smoke. keeping his strides quick as he heads for the glass doors leading to the balcony, overlooking the city dotted by lights. an immediate exhale upon fingertips pushing the door panels open, the night’s zephyr tousling his strands as he moves to peer over the railing. refreshed, was the feeling that swept by his temples, digits running through his hair, alleviating what little stress he could manage to thrive on. 

     retrieving from his pocket, cigarette between his fingers, lighter in the other it amidst the bustling backdrop of the gathering behind him, the cigarette lights in his grip. tucking the lighter away, taking the dout betwixt his lips. moments later an exhale moves past a previously clenched jaw. feeling the tension lift from his shoulders, slight easiness embracing him again. though, it doesn’t last long. the intensifying of footsteps echo behind, a firm hand pulls at his shoulder and he is jolted back facing the stern features of no other than his father. the old man slapping the cigarette from his hand, an angered foot coming to step on the lit cigarette. sole, so bitterly pressing against the pavement that insu could hear the sound of gravel scraping against his father’s shoe. 

     an immediate eye roll in response to his father’s actions, looking not too pleased with insu’s escape to the balcony. ‘will it kill you to not smoke for a few hours? insu, it’s not that hard. i’m not asking for a lot. i leave you alone for five seconds and you manage to weasel your way out here and to do what? for me to catch you smoking? of all things? what if the other’s see you? you good for nothing—’ his father only pausing when he catches the glimpse of yuna materialising in his peripheral. 

     insu lets his gaze settle on the younger, “not now, yuna. the adults are talking.” insu finally speaks, a smirk tugging at his corners. he can sense his father’s anger brimming at his twitching lips. ‘insik! is that really you? it’s been so long!’ voices echoing in the background, his gaze averting to his meeting with his father’s again, his stern features glaring back for a moment before softening, turning to greet his patrons. an act the lee’s have all mastered by now, the skill of morphing and shifting their own emotions to fit an agenda. so sly, so deceitful, yet so helpful. 

     insu’s gaze moving to meet with his sister, head tilting back as he stares at her for a moment. the favourite child. the naive sister. nothing but an audible hah, departing from his lips, “if it isn’t the favourite child. you’re not here to lecture me are you? or are you here to defend father’s actions, again?” another eye roll, as he turns back to the railing, elbows pressed against the edge, letting the prior tension melt from his reverie.

[kcrtia]

AHN KIHA &&. PARK MILES @bemyuse

    shock. nothing but a wave of shock encompasses him. a widened gaze that was met with the floor beneath, brows lifted above dazed hues as lips move agape for a moment, only to come to close again in attempts to decipher the situation. he doesn’t feel the stinging sensation immediately, it comes in waves after, feels it burn against his features as ebony strands fall before him. the hand he had around kiha’s wrist falls limp to his side and for a moment, it feels as though time had frozen. that he was trapped in some sort of limbo, destined to be some sort of failure on the precipice of no return. nothing but the rising of his chest, moves with the silence of the room. digits finally curving into his palm, crescents can be found imprinted against his flesh as nails dig into his own skin in fists.

    he doesn’t know what to do, though his brows begin to register the situation as they knit gently across his features. head tilting to the side as he takes a deep inhale, avoiding eye contact with kiha. abnormality now painting his skies a dusty grey, and he feels the world almost ending around him, feels the sensation of drowning breaking his lungs as his breaths draw shorter and shorter. this has never happened to them before, all their arguments have never escalated this way, had never ended up in such a dire place. he had sworn to never raise his voice at kiha, to protect kiha, to be there for kiha, and yet here he was, doing all the things he wasn’t meant to do. the manacles of anger and the chains of pride having locked him into the prison of dystopia. coloured panels turning grey as the sun gets dismantled by the monstrosity within.

    a hand raises slowly to press against his cheek, the stinging subsides though, the feeling of drowning does little to stop. “you—” he pauses, only because words fail him more than they have already, as his arm falls to his side again. cornered then slapped, what a fate to live out.

    his gaze falls to kiha’s arm, seeing it being held so protectively in front of him that it makes miles have to glance down at his empty palms, fingers stretching out as they quiver slightly under the fear that he would lose himself again. he matches his gaze with kiha again, brows falling flat as his gaze smokes up with a blurry screen of tears, tears that he tries so hard to hold back. and he falls to his knees, a frustrated scream leaving him as palms press against the practice room floor. he’s hunched over, trying to keep his wailing to a minimum, his droplets of tears fall from tired hues. this was a pathetic sight to see, a sight no one should witness, especially kiha.

    and this was the first time he had cried since his father’s death. almost two decades of pent up emotions and not allowing himself to cry because his mother tells him that boys don’t cry, that they’re meant to be strong, that tears were a sign of weakness. and he bottles it all in. keeps it all tucked away in the small crevice of his soul. he fucked up. miles fucked up. how embarrassing, as he silent tries to suppress his emotions, “you fucked me up.” some sternness is evident in his tone, “i forced myself to love the colour orange. pastel orange because you said it was your favourite colour. i forced myself to listen to soft music because those are the kinds of songs you like. i forced myself to do better because that’s what you deserve because—” digits curling into fists as they scrape against the practice room floor, “because— i was so afraid— afraid of losing this friendship, of losing you but fuck me right? who gives a fuck about miles. fuck him and his feelings, fuck that guy, right?” he falls to his side, curling up into himself as a sleeve comes to messily wipe at the tears staining his features.

    “lets just corner him and slap him if he reacts poorly, fuck me right?”

[kcrtia]

JEON JUNGKOOK &&. KIM AERI @bemyuse 

  hasty steps rushing into the lecture theatre, a distressed bag slung haplessly over her shoulder, having gone through numerous years of being dragged around her campus. she can almost sense the inevitable puncture wound to the side of the zipper that threatens to split every passing day that she manages to jam those textbooks in. she finds that it’s already a new semester, and her budget wouldn’t allow her to invest in any more, she settles to having to resell the old ones, barely making up for the half the amount on the new ones.

    forefinger grazing at her temples, as she pushes the strands back behind her back, sitting beside the other, she turns to him for a moment before averting her gaze to the professor rows in front. she pauses for a moment, turning back to him, whispering, “did you do the homework?” zipping her bag to retrieve her laptop, something that took numerous months of tutoring the neighbourhood kids.

    “can i see it?” she has spent too much time working that the course work itself, seemed to be slipping from her. she swore that with the scholarship under her belt, that she would work twice as hard to make it but it was difficult, considering how destitute her family is. her father’s bakery job hardly covering for the remainder of her tuition fees, she lets out an absent minded sigh. a tired one. a defeated one.

    the boy beside her, she has heard rumours about him. enough to make her want to avoid him altogether, but desperate times call for desperate measures.