“tug-of-war” — ◌ ❍ · • featuring @fttaewoo & @ftiseul ,
it takes a lot to upset miyeon — to get underneath her skin is a near impossible feat to accomplish, even for those who think they’ve got her all figured out. the exception to this ( and the exception to most things about miyeon ! ) is, of course, iseul. while miyeon will never confess to it, iseul knows how to play her like a fiddle — he knows which strings to caress to get what he wants from her, and he knows which strings to pluck to get her blood boiling.
it’s why miyeon can never get enough of him. there’s something intoxicating about someone who can toy with her as easily as she can them.
the games they play, while invigorating and addictive to them, tend to be a migraine for those close to the pair — which, really, is only taewoo. as iseul’s best friend and a recent confidant for miyeon ( she’d argue that she doesn’t confide in him, but there’s no one else miyeon feels comfortable enough venting to about iseul ! ), taewoo seems to always get pulled into the majority of their bickering — and, unfortunately for him, miyeon has sunk her claws into him.
not because she's attracted to him, or because she wants him ( she knows he's already a lost cause ! ), but because she knows how to make iseul tick, too.
when iseul shuts down her coquettish remarks and brushes off her open-mouthed kisses ( after snapping at her for a simple question about another girl ! ), she feels a flush of scarlet paint her seraphic features — anger bubbling in her chest, diminutive fists balled as she drops her arms from his neck, a prominent scowl masking her glossed lips. she remains seated next to iseul for a few seconds longer, until she decides to fetch herself another bottle of soju — manicured hands wrapping themselves tight around the bottle. she considers getting herself drunk enough that iseul can no longer ignore her, but she knows iseul well enough to know that wouldn’t work when he’s already acting distant with her. so, she decides to pour herself a glass instead of chugging the entire bottle, svelte hips sauntering towards the pair once she’s finished her drink — but she doesn’t take her seat next to iseul as expected. instead, she plops her frame down in taewoo’s lap — sharp fingernails dancing along his jawline as her arms link around his neck, a kittenish smile gracing her pink petals, peering down at him through fluttering lashes.
“ oppa, “ she doesn’t bother raising her voice — choosing to speak in a honeyed purr as her hands begin to gingerly caress taewoo’s jaw. she knows iseul’s paying attention to her now. “ have i told you tonight how handsome you look ? “