dally.
@idjinsung, a misguided dalliance
keeping it in the company is probably a better idea than spreading her hormones across the idol world, but the simple truth of the matter is that only bad will come of this. only trauma and tragedy can come from her associations with jinsung. on a logical level juniper knows this to be true. the backlash if anything between them surfaced would be liable to be a firestorm of worlds spamming her instagram telling her to die. and while it wouldn’t be the first time that hate was leveled her way, she’s sure that the retribution for dating the golden boy of atlas would be swift, fierce, and monumental.
not that they’re even dating, really. maybe they are. they are adn they aren’t, that’s the thing, an on and off that pendulum swings fast enough to make her head spin. maybe they’re too alike, the pair of them. maybe they’re too stupid to know better. maybe it’s just all a big bundle of hormones trapped side by side for too long. how was she not supposed to develop a something or another for him, after all, when they’ve spent so long in orbit around one another? when he grew up the way he did, with the face he has, with the body he has? she’s only human, and juniper will admit herself to be a rather shallow one at that, a bit too heart over head. like a teenage boy she thinks in terms of desire first and common sense second, and it shows most easily in her association with certain of the atlas boys.
juniper is the kind of person who falls into something casual easily, drawn by the visual, but just as easily can develop a desperate personal interest, a crush, based on personality alone given the extended exposure of time, so is it a surprise that time and again she makes the same mistakes with jinsung, time and again she is forced to re-learn the foolishness of stumbling towards him? she feels this can’t be something for which she is blamed, this act of cyclical insanity.
they’re planning and plotting and preparing for a concert, and KJH is abuzz with the preparations, which means there are more than enough occasions to bump into him at the company building. it’s a fact she takes eager advantage of, gaze flicking up to catch his as he passes her in the hall. and at the hint of mischief in his eyes she so easily acquiesces to impulse and retrieves her phone, sends him a quick message. they reconvene in an unused recording room later, juniper with a black plastic bag of convenience mart coffee in tow, collapsing onto the couch beside him and tossing it to his lap. “i haven’t seen you in a hundred years,” she bemoans, the lament easy on her lips, belied by the smile that chases over her features, the sun eclipsing shadow, softening feral features into a sweetness few expect of her. “maybe since we filmed the mv right?”