( › Unimpressed by the music as she is, Ha eun reluctantly must admit that the mood is more than enjoyable, it’s winsome, bewitching aura › › lights dancing like fireflies, the air feels like pure magic, maybe it’s the laughter of the families that normally strike her bitter╸Or maybe it’s because she’s not alone this time, like all prior. She grasps for @wydaewon‘s sleeve, an impatient tug to bring him to her side, like he should have been closer all along, a side-winding eye-roll his direction struck timely with a smirk. She’ll never admit to the giddy thrill to be by his side, not alone, here at an event that never treated her becomingly before. ‹ )
“See that,” ( ‹ she points to a barrette, ornate in-layed gold, counterfeit and cheap but beautiful › like her › ) “buy that for your little girlfriend, bet she’ll talk to you again. Maybe then you can drag her around with you to events like this instead of making me. But then I guess it isn’t appropriate for you to be seen with her, is it? › I haven’t forgotten I’m your second choice for this date, you know.” ( ‹ She doesn’t release the warm fabric of his sleeve. › )












