❛·° closed — @brminwoo.
FOR SONG AHYOUNG, LITTLE, IF ANYTHING at all seemed more important than her family. self-perseverance ran through her bloodstream and it was one of many flaws she possessed — but it was one she took pride in. song ahyoung was an intelligent woman, her mind being her most lethal asset, yet most saw her only for her beauty. she supposed there were worse things to be known by, and she would let them undermine her while she herself remained entertained. song ahyoung knew she was only a piece on the chess board, but she intended to be the queen standing until the very end, and only hwang minwoo had ever seemed able to grasp everything she truly was — sharp edges and all.
she had invited him over knowing the house was hers for the night, and whilst she needed his help on a council matter that was more of a bonus really: ahyoung wanted the time alone with him. an excuse to get just that was everything she needed. striding from the kitchen to the living room with two wineglasses in her hands, the woman sat down next to the other whose eyes seemed to have roamed from the council’s documents to a magazine ahyoung had so carelessly left on the table ( or was it so carelessly after all ? ). «aaand that’s me in lingerie,» she declared in a humorous tone, snatching the magazine to place it out of his sight. «sorry about that.»