» TEXT MEME(`not accepting.)curious, late night text.
「 ✉ » Ailee」Have you received any crazy, vicious hate mail before? Not that you deserve any, but I’m sure there will always be a pack of vicious wolves on the hunt.
「 ✉ » Ailee 」You should look outside if you’re still awake. The stars look absolutely marvelous at this hour.
In high school Jaehwa was quite popular. A star pupil not only in talent but in academics as well. He had a very promising future, a career to trump all the other trainees of his time. He had the drive, the sweet life, even the girl.
Jaehwa attended the Seoul Arts Academy High School; a school well known for many prosperous artists to come out of and Jaehwa knew he was going to be one of them alongside his high school sweetheart. They were like two peas in a pod; sure they had their disagreements but they were high schoolers-- young and foolish, in love and unstoppable.
Practically everyone in the school knew the couple; they were often spoke of and depicted as a power couple-- together strong. Everyone expected them to succeed, not only succeed but together they would relish in success. It was thought together they would stay; to build a career, family, and the greatest life. So much so, that no one saw what was coming.
When the assaults started happening in his company, his personality started to shift. Jaehwa learned to be well versed in appearances. He hid his own truth, not even telling his girlfriend about the abuse that occurred to him on a regular basis. But slowly he began to break down. In the public eye they were still perfect, however in their private moments he would grimace from her touch, steering away from most affectionate contact. He would pull away from her; at times not even recognizing her existence. His moods were volatile, shifting back and forth; no one knew how he would act.
It wasn’t her fault; no one could understand why he acted the way he did-- not his family, best friend, not even his girlfriend, the supposed love of his life. Their sweet perfectly imperfect romance was gradually turning into a nightmare.
He threw out so much displaced frustration and anger, the couple just couldn’t go on anymore. On one fateful torment of a day, everything went to shit, seizing what they once had. The power couple, now powerless, was no longer. Jaehwa had caved so far into himself that nothing could be saved.
The day after the break up Jae didn’t show up to school; for days he didn’t show up.. weeks. In fact, he never came back. He seemingly disappeared off the face of the earth to everyone-- even his family. It was his only escape from the pain and abuse. That is until years had passed.
In the present day Jaehwa now went by an alias, Jiyong. He lived in an apartment with his long term boyfriend, Daeho. The pair were inseparable, even when they were separate-- in the bedroom just as well. They had a healthy relationship though some may think they have been a bit excessive lately. They couldn’t help themselves. For so long Jiyong was busy with his training and in turn their conflicting schedules caused their intimacy to struggle and dwindle.
Though just as easily as it had dwindled, the spark was lit again. The fire and passion so heated they couldn’t keep their hands off one another. They were practically doing it every night (and the couple certainly weren’t that quiet). Their sessions would move around the apartment, often slamming against walls or things falling here and there. Their love life was certainly healthy. Though to their neighbors, it may not have been as pleasing as it was to them.
('Places a flower crown on your head and grins, winking.) Truely befitting of a King. I'm Marcel, it's nice to meet you.
It’s not everyday that something like this happens. He’s used to the unexpected--welcomes it even with its thrills, the course of adrenaline down his spine wafting through it’s veil of darkness and leaving goosebumps in their wake. Soohyuk might even say it’s a part of him, a beauty mark behind the ear or a dull ache of bones with age and yet he can’t be sure, feels as if he’s been blindsided as this woman-- this stranger reaches to set a crown of flowers on his head and leaves him baffled. He catches her wrist on the way down, it’s small, he feels the bones just under her skin, the warmth of her up against his palm only serving to remind him that this is not something he’s made up in some sleepless stupour. “Well, Marcel,” he reaches for that crown as he speaks, teeth clenching in his impatience. “I’m not so sure you should go around like this, a man like myself might get the wrong idea,”
Baekhyun stared a the girl that sat across from him; he had no clue on how to start this conversation. Last night he had got completely drunk and called a random number and ranted on and on about his problems. This poor girl happens to be the owner of that random number, bless her soul.