“play” — ◌ ❍ · • featuring @ftxiao ,
preventive muscle tape is plastered on her calves & thighs — small white patches sitting snug against the supple skin. usually, such an object would be a nuisance to miyeon — she despises wearing bandaids, would opt for contacts over glasses ( if she needed them ), and she’d rather stay home than ever be seen with any type of blemish ( which she’s made sure never happens — using only the best & most effective products out there, even before enterting the industry ). but if there’s anything miyeon treasures more passionately than her beauty — it’s her talent. so, she smooths the bandages onto her skin without a frown, or a sigh — instead, her glossed petals wear a coquettish simper as she glances to the boy sat in front of her, irises gleaning with mischief ( a signature expression for a troublemaker like miyeon ! ).
“ oppa, ” she practically purrs — voice dripping with honey as she speaks, the smirk playing on her bubblegum lips only widening as she awaits his reaction ; there’s only a year’s difference between the pair, but she insists on referring to xiao as such — she never gets tired of being a tease, after all. “ i want to show you something, ” she scoots closer towards him, thrusting her phone towards his face — practically in his lap at this point ( not that miyeon cares ! ). she lets out a salacious giggle, slender digits scrolling quickly through her instagram feed — until she finds the picture she was looking for, a satisfied noise spilling from her petals. “ look at this puppy ! isn’t it soooo cute ? it’s up for adoption... ” her petals transform quickly into a dramatic pout. “ it’s too bad i can’t have a pet. you know, being a trainee and all... ”
miyeon’s well aware of the effect she has on xiao. she notices how long his gaze lingers on her, or how long his touch lingers during practice — and she notices the blush that creeps along the apples of his cheeks whenever she calls him oppa, or says something even mildly flirtatious. and she loves it ; she absolutely loves it. there’s something so thrilling in making the men around her so weak — she has power, as her mother would say, and nothing tastes sweeter than knowing she could get these men ( specifically, xiao ) to do just about anything for her... even if all she wants is a cute little puppy.
she reaches for the plate of food she’d placed on the floor of the practice room ( a much more organic option, opposed to what xiao had ordered. she has a figure to watch ! ) — manicured digits gripping the chopsticks tight as she extends her legs out in front of her, a small ( & feigned ! ) sigh spilling past her lips. “ i wish i had a friend to adopt that sweet little puppy... ”












