@namjus에 유성이 표시됩니다! (근원)
﹛ ✧ ⋰ “ No– of course not! “ The words left her mouth immediately, even seeming to sit up more in her chair. “ I– I’m sorry if my actions make you think like that, “ She paused, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, trying to not stumble her own words. Juliet truly disliked it when she made others feel this way, as she wasn’t that type of person. Unfortunately her calm and quiet persona had that effect on how others saw her, someone who disliked others or didn’t want to talk to them. It bothered her, but she couldn’t simply change herself like that, right? “ Please know I don’t hate you, I’m just…poor with words and talking to others most of the time. You’re a lovely girl with incredibly talent, I mean it. “ Juliet said in a reassuring tone, nodding a few times.﹜
she regrets asking what she had almost immediately. the action had come between some insufficient concoction of thinking too much and not thinking enough - for since yorae had been signed nearly seven years ago, juliet had always held a fair amount of distance toward her. obviously, it takes two to tango. maybe if she had approached her senior with bright intentions of building some sort of bond, things would be different now - but she is too shy, and too afraid of being intrusive to pursue that type of action. even after years of trying to break her shell and emerge a bright, colorful creature both outside and in, she’s only made so much progress. at least, now, she can look the older woman in the eye - for she can’t say that this had always been the case between them.
nevertheless, something had built up - despite it not being a bond, like she wanted - over the past near decade that caused her to blurt out the absolute worst case scenario of her thoughts. yorae prides herself somewhat on being an optimist, but she is also human, which means that she inevitably carries some pessimistic tendencies on some infrequent occasion. an embarrassed flush glows along her plump cheeks, and even nips the bridge of her nose, as her senior begins to eagerly gainsay the underlying assumption her question may have embodied.
yorae begins to feel both relieved and guilty - she wasn’t fishing for compliments nor an apology, but to have received them releases a seven-year-old weight from her shoulders. though, she’s still frowning, unconsciously mirroring the other female’s action of tucking her hair behind her ear - though for yorae, this is a nervous mannerism.
“unni- ah - sunbae,” she stutters, mentally damning herself for almost using the informal honorific. haven’t you shown enough disrespect? “you don’t have to apologize! i was just worried that maybe i had upset you in some way, and never knew about it - 오모 ... thank you. that means so much coming from you.” and really, it does. she’s taken aback - without the proper words to express not only her relief but her honor to be earnestly complimented by an artist of juliet’s caliber. “i just ... i wish we were closer. i just didn’t want to bother you - i know you’re busy, and all ...”
