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[rkkyul]

pity the weak

it was shameful really, the way she turned so easily over to food. back when she used to dance for knb, kyulkyung would hardly even look at fast food or basically anything that sounded like it was remotely unhealthy. they were strict and at the time, she thought nothing of it - couldn’t care less about chicken nuggets or burgers or calorie smothered chocolate cake ( okay that one was a lie... chocolate cake was always her cheat meal ). however, that taste of freedom seemed to have gotten the best of her.

“I’m no longer a human being. i now identify as a chicken nugget.” she spoke over a mouthful of said food, hiding her full yet smiling mouth with the palm of her hand - eyes hinting at the delight that hid behind greasy fingers. it was embarrassing how many of those little things she could eat... and how quickly she felt sick afterwards. “you have to stop me, like now. i might die.”     ❪    ✽ .  —  YOONA  ,    ❫

[rkseung]

handsome as kind

seungyeon’s heart was too big for her body, her emotions constantly restless and squirming deep in her chest. there used to be no issues with the way she handled herself, no second thoughts on how her nights would go or if how she’d feel after a long day. life seemed so simple when one planned it years ago - everything was already thought of and in place, you just had to act on it. there were no sleepless night and gloomy afternoons. she usually did well at hiding it, at least in front of most people. seungyeon mostly was a bright person, but ever since high school her good days seemed to become less and less of an occurrence. adult life sucked so far.

the girl was never good at masking emotions in front of seokjin; he could see right through her anyway. they were just like that and most of the time, she was grateful for it. especially now, when it was so easy to just crawl in bed and rest cuddled up to him without a worry. today was not one of her worst, not one of her bests but she was just tired like always. and nothing was particularly wrong, she just needed a break from everything and to feel warm and comfortable for a few minutes. she loved that.

“listen, i’m sorry but you’re legally obligated to keep holding me.” seungyeon faked a deep sigh and shook her head against the pillow, pulling the covers up closer to her chin and casting her gaze on the tv resting just at the bottom of the bed. “i wish i made the rules, but i don’t unfortunately.”   ❪    ✽ .  —  SEOKJIN  ,    ❫

[rkkyul]

little talks

she doesn’t know when to stop talking, when to stop eating, when to stop coming back to the same stall every time she gets hungry and is in the area. but as always, she continues those bad habits and allows them to fester - no matter how much of a pig the people at the noodle stall may think she is. in all honesty, there isn’t an inch of her that cares but her concern about others’ image of her is still a nice thought to entertain. 

she stumbled upon it on mistake, her usual go to on the run snack closed for the evening and she was devastated. but that was about a week ago when she thought it was still the best stall in the area and boy, was she wrong. kyulkyung began to frequent the little stall - speaking out of boredom to whatever ears that were listening. and more often than not, it came to be the man who she had come to know as seungwoo. 

“hm. someone’s acting weird today.” the woman speaks freely as the line is nonexistent after herself. placing an palm flat on the tiny platform of the stall, kyulkyung tilts a head as she watches the man prepare whatever she had ordered today. pursing her lips, dark eyes follow seungwoo’s movements.  “stop being grumpy, it’s lame.”     ❪    ✽ .  —  SEUNGWOO  ,    ❫

[rkkyul]

for the convenience

she wasn’t sure how, but the woman found herself in this situation often. late night convenience store trips with shorts and t-shirts, hair tied up in a bun and looking less than appealing after practice. anyone who’s worked with her knows that dancing exhausts her and makes her so hungry. and after all the restaurants have closed, where else is she supposed to go? hyunggu had become someone she ran into often and even though she hadn’t spoken many words to the other dancer, they found it easy to converse standing in a line during the wee hours of the night.

kyulkyung had sent herself on the run to pick up a few waters and snacks and once again found herself in line with the man. “no i’m serious.” she laughs, eyeing the head of hair that she’s not sure has been washed in like. ever. “it’s like a frying pan.” the two are in line per usual, the people growing behind them with an unimpressed cashier watching them with tired eyes. “YOU SAID TO BE HONEST STOP HITTING ME!”     ❪    ✽ .  —  HYUNGGU  ,    ❫

[rkseung]

swallow my pride

in high school, seungyeon was the smart girl - the one with both brains and beauty and she absolutely lived for it. every second of it, she basked in all the academic glory and the pride that surrounded it. looking back now, however, she saw how foolish it might have seemed. turns out brains don’t matter as much now; all the speech team and excellent scores brought her was more misery, more stress and less money. seungyeon told herself all of her work would pay off in the end, but recently she’s not so sure. 

lily was such a mystery to her in high school; a girl so young and brilliant it kept her on her toes. she supposed it was a good thing - suengyeon stepped up and rose above her jealousy and prejudice, grew up a bit and in way took the girl under her wing. the two were alike in more ways than she knew, but for some reason she felt the need to lie. 

“so how’s school going?” perhaps seungyeon didn’t want the other to see her in such a state, it was almost embarrassing to admit how she wallowed in her own misery as of late. medical school seemed to be so wonderful and a dream to a young high school girl who constantly bragged about her acceptance. her pride would not allow her to make her dream to seem any less than she used to make it out to be. so she buried her resentments and lied to her friend. “you gonna join me in heaven after you graduate?”  ❪    ✽ .  —  LILY  ,    ❫

[rkseung]

because you don’t understand

anyone who was acquainted with seungyeon knew she wasn’t generally affectionate; it wasn’t in her nature. there were a few friends that she was protective over in some ways and the ones she doted on often, but overall affection wasn’t something the girl just handed out. her nature was not cold, but reserved. and that affection was certainly reserved for very few other than her cat.

a mere little kitten when she got him, sweet potato was the light of her life. her aunt picked him up from a shelter and gave him to seungyeon when she started medical school. before the sweet kitten, she might have considered herself a dog person, but he was absolutely amazing. the two were attached at the hip and she would do anything for him. sweet potato was her baby and boy, did she act like it.

“isn’t he just amazing?” one of her favorite pasttimes was to show him off to all of her friends. he wasn’t exactly a kitten anymore, but he was just as cute. the onesie seungyeon bought him made him that much cuter. the two sat in the living room of seungyeon’s apartment with the kitten situated so snuggly in her arms. the cat meowed and her heart just melted - how were meows just so much cuter in a onesie?   ❪    ✽ .  —  AISHA  ,    ❫

[rkseung]

if i believed in fate

the universe loves to play awful tricks, seungyeon had come to believe this. karma was but a myth and all that remained was the sole fact that the universe does not give a single fuck. shitty things happen to good, bad and decent people ( she liked to believe she was somewhere in the middle ). life proved to be a conundrum of one mistake and bad joke after another and she somehow ended up with an abundance. of all the things to happen, however, this took the cake.

a throbbing headache accompanied the chill of her room, her freezing body unconsciously drawing closer to whatever lied beside her. in her hungover state, she would’ve liked to believe it was sweet potato being extra lovey this morning. but something just didn’t seem right, especially when whatever was lying next to her groaned and it did not sound anything like her innocent cat.

seungyeon slowly began to peel her eyes open, raising a hand from beneath the covers to rub the sleep out of her eyes. the girl arose slowly and eyed the bare figure next hers as she attempted to recall memories from the night before. her attempt proved to be fruitless when all that surfaced was a pounding headache. she signed and attempted to wake the what appeared to be lifeless man before her. this was not her first rodeo and certainly not her last, but this was always the least exciting part of the night.

“hey, you.” her voice raspy from sleep, seungyeon coughed and poked at the stranger - leaning over him a bit to try and get a look at his face. she nudged him a bit harder, growing frustrated as she didn’t want some strange man in her apartment forever. “get up pleaseee, this isn’t a bed and breakfast.”   ❪    ✽ .  —  JAEWON  ,    ❫