#himderes

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Ｆｒｅｅ ｔｏ ｂｅ Ｒｏｌｅｐｌａｙｅｄ

Kim Ahyoung (Yura), Girls Day [ x ]

Goo Hara, KARA

[sxjxngie-blog]

Ever since Sojung had been returning from America, she had a mantra. And she clung to it like a priest. “Do refrain from parties.” Parties were bad. Parties meant she’d end up being drunk and maybe high and maybe she would wake up beside someone she wouldn’t know. And it was actually all fine and fun, while she’d still been in America. This kind of escalations had been okay as long as she had been sure that her brother wouldn’t notice anything. And that was, why she clung to her mantra ever since she stepped out of the airplane. Sojung couldn’t bear the thought of her brother’s disappointment about her horrible behavior, about the way she’d represent him and their family in such a selfish way. Only considering her amusement instead of the reputation their name held.

But with every new invitation, she felt herself crumble inside. There weren’t many excuses left, to deny her attendance. And truly, her friends got sick of her long-term excuse of being busy with exam preparations. Sojung felt her insides itch horribly. She wanted to tag along, wanted to get drunk, get high and wake up in a stranger’s bed. Sojung wanted to be part of that horrible mess again.

But she knew, she wouldn’t be able to handle it all on her own. There was one person, she needed more than anyone else to accompany her to that party. Someone she hadn’t seen in ages, but knew, would be to her rescue on request. And so she pulled out her phone and scrolled through the seemingly endless number of contacts until she reached the only number she knew by heart, just to type in a quick text, too afraid she could sound everything but excited upon calling her.

[text to himderes] “Do you still own that short black dress, and those gorgeous Louboutin heels with the chains? Cause I’d know an occasion you could wear them to.”

[theqameison]

"I’m the same, you know."

Without even realizing it, Woobin squinted his eyes at the receptionist as a skeptical look etched onto his sharp features. It’s not to say that he didn’t believe her, God knows she could be right to an extent, he just highly doubted that the two of them were the same.

Nevertheless, he pensively debated over her sudden unexpected words for a brief moment as the growing silence between lingered on. Lots of people have claimed they knew what he was experiencing, but in the end they never did. Nobody ever does.

"Yah," he scoffed. "I highly doubt you're like me."

[archive4selentieun]

█ ▌barely breathing ░ n ✕ k

Perhaps understanding another person by heart or finding a similar relation to their own problems was never easy. People are different, the way they act and the way they see life itself as well. It's something everyone needs or knows already, especially the brunette. So when she hears the other woman inform her that she can't or never would understand. She couldn't disagree to that. How else was she supposed to react?

'Oh I know the feeling so well?' --- No, that's a complete lie. Bullshit etched across cliche words that many others would say to someone for comfort with a light pat on the back as if they didn't try hard enough.

Naeun's at a loss of words, she doesn't know how to answer to her simple remark and comforting someone isn't something she's perfectly capable of. Words of wisdom is never enough, encouragement can come if they can put their own mind to it not if she ends up pushing them to it. Silently, she's cursing at herself. She's feeling more and more pathetic when she realizes how long they've been quiet besides one another. Apologetic, she's silently apologizing which is evident in how her features soften up around the face.

                                        . . . "You wouldn't understand."

"I know." She finally admits, averting her eyes to the sky. It's dark, stars twinkling brightly at every angle in their own unique way. Her feet were sticking out, one leg resting over the other as her back presses against the bench. Fingers were brushing along her temple, a forced laugh falls out because she doesn't understand one's situation. Therefore there isn't a way Naeun could lend a hand to Kennedy no matter how much she sincerely wants to.

It's a pitiful thing, the way the artist grows to care for someone. Yet when vulnerability strikes among them, Hell reaches their perspective and somehow the distance and the walls that were built up were displayed once again. "Look I can't sugarcoat these words for you but I'll admit you're one tough woman for sticking through, alright?" There's a start, the tension is still thick in the air. Capturing her by the lungs and she lets out a shaky sigh, fingers anxiously brushing along one another before glancing at the other.

"Those problems, it must been bothering you for quite a while, huh?"

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himderes

So she ended up being caught for vandalizing a wall, a wall that she wasn't supposed to paint on. She obviously tried to run away before it occurred to her that this could be fun, it'd been a little while since she'd been handcuffed and all but shoved in the back seats of a police car. A year--yes a year was just a little while ago. 

What was the plan? None, really Hyeri kept her eyes away from the front where two officers were heading to a police station most likely. Talking as well, maybe if she talked enough they'd actually be less stiff, which she voiced out quickly before she could stop herself.

"I never understood why you can't arrest people with a smile, like some officers do in that one movie I watched last time, because you caught a criminal. Damn you should be happy!" There she went kicking the back of one of their seats with her foot, " 

They ignored her, despite the banging of her foot and the incessant chatting--one sided she might add ,Which was rude, she should b complaining here, can she file a complaint about that? Not being treated well while being dragged to the police station? Where they were probably going to let her go without doing anything to her because the moment she dialled her mother's umber they'd all be sorry they even brought her here.

First she'd scold Hyeri then she'd make sure to also scold them for making her daughter look like a vulgar criminal. It was in these times that Hyeri adored breaking laws--and her mother. She followed without talking much after they got the station, sitting down when she was told to and waiting for what would come after they gave a call to her parents. 

Except that, there was absolutely no way for Hyeri to just stay still, stand still, sit still Fidgeting was how she was born, burning with a need to blabber on and on about anything really was how she grew. So they should have seen it coming, that she stood as subtly as she could and made her way to the reception where a woman was sitting behind the counter.

"So, tell me," Hyeri let her chin atop of the counter, her arms pulled behind were starting to feel uncomfortable, the urge to let them pass under her legs was strong--it will happen, "Is it possible to file a complaint against officers who don't answer any of your questions, or officers who don't smile when they're working? Do you have to stand all of these stoic faces every fucking day and hour? I'd die." 

[ssocutie]

(/ throws confetti ) Happy birthday!

Thank you, Kennedy! -chuckles and spins around in the cloud of confetti-

[seuxhye-blog]

"I’ve never heard that one before."

"Well, yeah It’s because I just made that up right now." Seukhye’s booming laughter filled the quiet air in the library, directing every person’s attention to the source of the unnecessary and unwanted noise, including the librarian’s. The old woman took her time to reach their table, shushing the girl down with a warning five minutes too late. Seukhye just nodded and flashed the lady a bright smile, something she does to get herself out of trouble, which happens quite often.

The cause of her laughter was a joke only she found funny. Her humor’s as dry as the lady’s face on the table next to them, if not, then dryer.

Maybe she made the girl who happened to sit on the same table as her listen to a made-up story she made from the top of her head involving drop bears that scratch and cling onto people’s skins upon contact, causing skin to peel and insides to come out— in a very descriptive and nauseating detail— but that doesn’t make her a bad person. Disturbing, somewhat, but not necessarily bad.

"So," Seukhye began, resting her elbow on the table, chin on the pad of her palm, eyes on the girl in front of her who’s been keeping her company despite having had met that hour. What a great first impression she had left. "Can you outdo my story? Hardly doubt it, but give it a shot if you want."

[hyuk-kage]

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Even if I seem all loud and rude when I talk to you, honestly, it's hard not to think that I'm just being annoying to you cause come on, even I find myself an annoying prick sometimes.

Sometimes, I wondered what would happen if you met someone better before me, someone that's more matching and worthy of you. And it saddens me so much that I'd actually willing leave you if the other person could make you much happier than I could ever dream of.

I'll find myself comparing myself to you at times, and I'd always understand why you seem more well-liked. You're kind, generous and friendly while I'm just a grinch; grumpy, snarky and terrible at understanding others. But then I'll feel happy, ever so rarely, cause that what makes life interesting huh?