married to.the music*
@mijihyo
contrary to popular belief, ladies were not bladderless mythical creatures with no necessity to visit a toilet even once in their lives, and indeed needed to dispose of their waste just as any other.
it had been over an hour since her arrival, and four hours since her last trip to the restroom. clad in heels, a mask, and a gown difficult to slip both in and out of, performing any bowel movements would be a task fit only for the most elegant members of society. Seolhyun, as much as her gang alias was Pantera, was not any more graceful in formal clothing than a small orangutan was.
her ascension to the bathroom felt like a small journey. ‘should I just…lift my dress up the whole time…but wait, no, it’s tight around my hips…’
as she opened the tall, golden door, her desire to dispose of her waste was gone the moment she laid eyes upon the lady standing before the bathroom mirror.
how full of grace she was! her posture rigid and strict, a class that formed a wall between any self-proclaimed goddess. she powdered her nose nervously in little circles. a dab on her nose bridge, a dab at the tip— if only Seolhyun was better at hiding her almost childish admiration, because she’s now made eye contact with the portrait of perfection staring back at her through the mirror.
“Hi!!”
Kim Smoothyun indeed.