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@yhnara
hello everyone, billi here !! i just wanted to say that it was a great pleasure to chat and plot with you all, and of course if anyone wants to stay in touch, i’m always around on discord 💖💖💖 as for miss nara? well she became the first kim kardashian/paris hilton of korea but that was always a know fact!
— chemtrails over the country club ft. @yhjuwon
it’s beautiful on the top — almost as much as it’s lonely from time to time, but jung nara doesn’t really mind, not when she’s always been an ardent fan of her own charming company, forever finding and discovering new and intricate ways to keep herself entertained — and after all the country club offers a plethora of mind and body consuming options, pulling her back like magnets, making it hard to leave.
she almost falls asleep at one of the massage parlors, lulled into a sense of security and serenity as skilled and supple hands danced across her pliant, drowned in overpriced rose petals and milk, silky smooth skin. she leaves when she realizes that it's nearly 3 pm, making her way towards the golf courses for a quick game, convinced that some deliciously cool air will do her good.
dressed to the nines, nara always comes with the intention of being seen, enjoying herself more than she probably should as she sways her hips gently from side to side in a checkered skirt that's far too short for the current breezy weather; one wrong move and the whole country club's bound to see more than they need to, but still, it's all just a part of the thrill — don’t look if you don’t wish to see.
standing with her knees and hips slightly bent, she swings with utmost precision, watching as the ball lands on the other side of the course, not far off from her designated gold hole. yet a smile flits across nara’s lips when her eyes land on juwon, her close to peculiar neighbor, and without an ounce of hesitation, she lifts up her her hand, beckoning him over with a wave.
𝙅𝙐𝙉𝙂 𝙉𝘼𝙍𝘼 as 𝙈𝘼𝙍𝙄𝙀 𝘼𝙉𝙏𝙊𝙄𝙉𝙀𝙏𝙏𝙀
❝ let them eat cake !!! ❞
( for the masquerade party @ club ritz )
Mis Teeq - Scandalous
𝙅𝙐𝙉𝙂 𝙉𝘼𝙍𝘼 as 𝙈𝘼𝙍𝙄𝙇𝙔𝙉 𝙈𝙊𝙉𝙍𝙊𝙀 ( 𝙇𝙊𝙍𝙀𝙇𝙀𝙄 𝙇𝙀𝙀 ) in 𝙂𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙇𝙀𝙈𝙀𝙉 𝙋𝙍𝙀𝙁𝙀𝙍 𝘽𝙇𝙊𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙎
❝ a kiss on the hand may be quite continental, but diamonds are a girl's best friend !!! ❞
( for the trick or treating, haunted house tour & skyline park events )
what is your best and worst personality trait?
honesty hour — closed !! “it’s the way i never let people get too close to me. i just push them away, i always do, because at the end of the day, it means that i won’t be heartbroken. i break my own heart, over and over again, so that no one else can, which probably showcases that i’m a controlling person. i react abruptly and i hardly ever forgive or admit my own mistakes. see, i’m just bad, deep down to the bone. but i’d like to believe that i’m at least capable of caring for others, deeply, it’s just that i’m not very skilled at showcasing it. i’ve been deprived of real love for most of my life, but still i try, and fail, and try again. of course i’m charming too, the person that’s just fun, easy-going, one of the party girls, and we never get hurt, right?”
* 𝙟𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙪
* 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐒 .
𝒕𝒐 ……… 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻'𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗱 , 𝗷𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗮.
there are a few , sprinkling number of times in which baek junsu feels as lightweight as he had been right now . the time was well beyond midnight , the aftermath of a lakeside party took the form of junsu and nara sitting near the shoreline of the waters . the city’s restless nature unfolded on the long stretch of highway several yards away from them . the sound of honking , upbeat music , and humans wandering around trying to find something else to indulge in appeared to them like a fever dream . that was their life , both of theirs . the constant movement , never-ending chase of something divine and immaculate and unreachable , it had been memorized into their marrow . the wind that brushes over junsu’s royal flesh is both warm and cool , a paradox cascading over his silhouette as he stares mindlessly into the dark waters . whatever lurks underneath , he ponders , must be the same thing under his own skin . the unopened bottle of foreign liquor sat comfortably in the sand next to junsu’s leg , the joint in had was already lit and meeting the halfway mark . a hazy grin appeared on his lips , dancing a mad dance that only nara could understand . ❝ naraaaa , ❞ the male drags out , a soft laugh following suit right after . the high he was riding felt like it was going to go on forever , head dizzy in the best sort of ways from the substances he took earlier . junsu brings the joint to the edge of his lips , letting it hang as he turns over to her . ❝ i’m so fucking high . ❞ he admits , sporting a smile that made people swoon . he inhales , sharply , and exhales the smoke through lips thinly parted . slender fingers take the joint out of his mouth , before tapping the ash off . a hand tugs her closer to him , as if they weren’t already sitting side by side , meticulously snaking up and around her shoulder . head tilts and he dips in , closer , hovering his pomegranate shaded ones before her own lips , smirking , before pressing a haste kiss against them .
she laughs and it’s a sweet, barely audible sound, a melody that only those who’d lean close to her mouth could hear. she laughs and not even she knows what she finds so comical, utterly bewitched by some modern-day spell that won’t let her soul rest. she imagines a story as her eyes remain focused on the shimmering lake bathed in clear moonlight and illuminated by distant, dreamlike, nearly misty neon lights, imagines a tiny wooden ship with the perfect crew, sailors in the most beautiful tailored suits, imagines them escaping somewhere, into the unknown, having only the stars above as their guides. she too is like them, anchorless, moved by the wind, a lightning that can't be contained in a bottle. she should be feeling cold and going home, having only a thin sequin dress to keep her warm, but it's the presence of alcohol in her system and another warm body that’s enough to make her forget for now.
“yeah?” she arches her neck when she hears her own name spilling from his lips, turning to face him with a languorous grin. they’re nothing more than fools, swift when it comes to breaking all the rules all while blaming it on being misunderstood, rebels with their own imaginary causes. “no, no, i’m high,” but as he pulls her closer, nara focuses on his earth-stained eyes and the graceful curve of his lips, nearly wishing to say just one thing: you have the face and smile of a cherub. still the words are bound to die on her lips, drowned by a kiss as it steals her breath away. tilting her head, she deepens the kiss with utmost precision, until she suddenly pulls away, unable to refrain from laughing again. “let me have another drag, junsu.”
𝙅𝙐𝙉𝙂 𝙉𝘼𝙍𝘼 as 𝘽𝙀𝘼𝙏𝙍𝙄𝙓 𝙆𝙄𝘿𝘿𝙊
❝ . . . that really was a hattori hanzo sword. ❞
( for the halloween countdown party @ yang2 )
Hou Hsiao Hsien, Three Times
* 𝙩𝙖𝙚𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙜
it was pretty common for taeyang to be invited to events here and there by residents of yangcheon hill, using their status as neighbor to have the idol appear as a famous face as one of their gatherings. using him for clout, as it were. still, he usually didn’t mind. the rapper is a social butterfly, happy to entertain those around him with the promise if free alcohol, and good company. this evening nara had provided him with both, and as the birthday girl he couldn’t let himself shy away when he felt lithe arms wrap around his neck, firmly wrapping his own arm around her waist, holding a cup of…. something alcoholic in the other hand.
“ i think we’re close enough for you to call me taeyang, yeah ? ” the much taller man offered in a quiet tone, looking down at her with a raise of his brow, fingers dancing along a slither of exposed skin he could find. even though he knew there would be friends of hers around, snapping photos of the way the idol was holding her, he didn’t allude to the fact he could tell what was going on. she was the birthday girl, so he’d allow her to indulge for the night. leaning in, he whispered something else into her ear, only for her to hear. “ if you don’t think we’re close enough, we could always change that. ”
leaning back just slightly, his eyes follow the motion that left the woman’s hand resting on his chest, gaze lingering before it flickers back up to her again. with a tilt of his head, he smirked at her just a little bit. enough that only she would notice it. “ and i hope you have a very happy birthday. really. ” the sentiment was genuine, but if he could be the one to make it happier for her, who was he to deny that ?
so maybe he does know what sort of game she’s playing; anything else ought to be a sign for concern. after all, jung nara isn’t particularly known for her subtly or willingness to partake in meaningless things, valuing her own precious time above everything and everyone else. “that’s an interesting thought and well i must agree, taeyang,” but it’s for best if the actual truth remains unspoken, drowned in alcohol and masked with smiles, for no one really wishes to admit that they're just using someone; it's ruthless, downright cruel, and nara is the embodiment of those two things.
scandalous, that’s what she’s always been, and no other word suits her better, so then why does he indulge her whims, plays along and wishes to be caught in her silky, nearly perfectly crafted spider web? he’s either foolish or a daredevil, or perhaps even smarter than her, but the answer, she supposes, must be something entirely else. “what exactly do you mean?” she peers up at him, eyes curiously dark, voice becoming rapidly lower. “how close would we then be?” she wonders and nearly hypothesizes, but then stops herself from saying anything, gaze cutting away to the group of her friends dancing in the corner like she doesn’t really care to hear the actual explanation.
“thank you, thank you so much. as much as it's supposed to be a day just about me, i’m doing far more work for other people. it’s not simple to keep everyone happy,” well-practiced, rehearsed. the lack of genuine effort is noticeable. “i like your fit by the way. it suits you and you obviously listened to my rules,” she remarks teasingly and lets her nimble fingers skim across the soft fabric of his shirt, pulling her hand away as if on cue when she realizes that they’ve been in the same position for an alarming amount of fleeting minutes.
* 𝙮𝙪𝙧𝙖
a birthday surprise ~
@yhnara
saturday, party day.
in all honesty, cha yura thought that a girl like her would be having a meal somewhere or having her own little party from home. instead, here she was at jung nara’s party, something that was bound to be over the top - or so she heard. to matters even more interesting, she brought with her a very special surprise that was sure to bring smiles to everyone’s faces, not just nara’s. she just hoped that everything would go according to plan and that she wouldn’t humiliate herself or this would be the last party that she’d ever go to for the remainder of the year - about 86 days. yep, she was counting.
you would think that a ‘cha’ would be used to the party lifestyle - she was the daughter of people who owned various clubs. well, she enjoyed a good party every now and then. it was the dress code that got her the most. nara picked quite the dress code for her party. as soon as she stepped inside of the venue, her jacket came off to reveal her outfit and she almost instantly blushed. she sat her jacket down and looked around for the familiar female.
the one thing that would make up for the dress code was the gift and she knew that she couldn’t have thought up this big gift and not give it to her in person. so, she was forced to suck it up and push through - she’d have so much fun later that she’d forget about it later, anyway.
“nara!” she called out, looking around the party. everyone already seemed to be having fun. people jumping around with some sort of alcohol in their hands, the music, it seemed like a proper nightclub in there and the lights added to the heat of it all, making it feel like august had suddenly come back to heat up the room. just when she thought that nara was never going to be found… “nara!” she called out, waving her hands as she made her way over. “well, there you are! happy birthday!”
the thing about having parents that spoiled you was that she was able to pull some strings in order to give nara her special birthday present.
“now, don’t worry! i brought a present which should be out any second now…”
keep moving, she tells herself whenever she ends up spending more than ten minutes with her guests, her attention spilling around like watercolours, fast and easy, almost without an effort. it’s too much and yet not enough, from the trapeze dancers clinging to silken, red and pink fabric, bar carts with decorative martini and crystal champagne glasses, silver streamers and ribbons, and even casino tables placed all around, to strobing lights and overly priced djs. it'll take days, perhaps even weeks to clean up all the mess, but kang juri thankfully never comes home and her brother had moved out long ago, so the only two obvious problems seem to have been taken care of.
move, she mutters again after exchanging brief smiles, faint hugs, and accepting presents that seem to be so lackluster, having no heart or soul poured into them as they're merely offerings, a silent obligation. will they finally make her happy? will it make the emptiness inside just a little more tolerable? — the copious amounts of champagne, the roaring crowd just for her, and the gifts that just keep on pilling up? — no, never. only for few brief days, until she grows bored again.
“yura?” she at long last stops in her tracks when she hears the familiar voice, running up to the younger girl with a beaming smile upon her lips, delighted by her presence. “the cha baby is actually here, i’m so happy!” she shouts, giving her a very obvious once-over before throwing her arms around yura. “thank you, baby.”
“oh my god — out?” the faux blonde for the evening blinks in surprise, eyes glistening like little slabs of morion; a true sign of surrender. she doesn’t know what to expect. “yura, please don’t tell me that you’ve done something crazy.”
* 𝙚𝙪𝙣𝙝𝙤
not a mission
starring: @yhnara
eunho struggles. he struggles to make friends, genuine friends, that is. sure, he’s an easy going person when he’s got a few drinks in his system and he’s at a top notch club, but the people me meets through that are nowhere near as close as how he is with nara. it’s difficult for him, because truth be told, with the life he’s had to grow up with, he could barely tell who was really his friend and who was just using him. poor eunho had learnt the hard way more times than he could count, and in the end, he was fed up. he had enough, and now he was use to it. but he shouldn’t be, he knows it’s technically not his fault - but now he knows the signs, knows the questions that people ask him and the way they act, he can tell who isn’t being genuine with him.
he was lucky that he had nara, in all honesty. with very few limited people in his life who he could let the cha son front down with, he didn’t get to be himself often, but with nara, he could. the two were almost like two peas in a pod, each others’ ride or die, a shoulder to cry on when things got tough, at each others defence whenever needed. the public loved to gossip about them, trying to analyse their every move around each other in hopes to use it as a headline for the next day, eunho found it quite amusing.
nara had been there for eunho in some of his more weaker times, his more vulnerable periods. he was extremely thankful for her, and that was why he decided to treat her to a fancy brunch in the middle of boulevard 88. ensured the table was booked, a table in the corner of the cafe and away from the eyes of those who passed by. eunho couldn’t be bothered with nosy people today, he just wanted a relaxing brunch (for once).
the cafe was one that eunho adored, hence he felt the need to treat his ride or die. he wasn’t all the best with words, so in a way, this was his way of saying thank you. for being his friend, for her generosity, for being there when he needed someone, for making him laugh and smile - just, for being in his life.
though, no matter how thankful he is, eunho will not let her have his dessert. “why do you always want my food,” grumbling, he uses his hands to shield his dessert from the younger. “you have your own!” voice defensive, he looks at her for a few moments before sighing, removing his hands. “fine, go ahead.” avoiding eye contact in attempt to stop her from seeing his smile, failing once their eyes meet. “you’re paying next time. where are you gonna take me, huh?”
jung nara is not an easy person to love. she had learned that when she was twelve, in kang juri’s room with glistening tears streaming down her face and an ache within her chest that wasn’t supposed to be there. you’ll get over it. she had promised to herself, but she only buried it deep within the caverns of her mind, somewhere where no light resides. so what sort of a mother doesn’t love their own child? and whose fault is it? the child’s or the mother’s?
but she’s not a person that’s fond of dwelling on the past. let bygones be bygones. yet sometimes, when no one’s around and the sadness of life grips her mind, she wonders what she would’ve became and what could’ve been had she lived with more loving parents, had her father lived. it’s the thought that kills, not the regret. the idea of a life that could've been hers.
then she grew up and changed for good, and left behind a string of friends that seemed to dissect her every action, finding it impossible to stomach her blatant callousness and focusing only on the ugliness. and then she met eunho, and even till this very day she wonders what he sees in her. she knows that she’s not good, knows she could be better as she’s nearly the worst, but she doesn’t dare to question his judgment, not when his presence is as warm as a flame in the middle of a ruthless winter.
maybe that’s what he is; a lighthouse, a safe harbor, a home she’s never know. “shut up, they always give you the sweeter dessert!” she rolls her eyes, defiantly lifting up her silver fork into the air. “see, you fool, you can’t say no to me,” she chuckles when he finally surrenders, voicing trailing away as she steals a piece of his dessert, mind now focusing on his question.
“of course. where would you like to go? perhaps rome? i know they have the best pasticcerias over there. maybe even paris? they have some amazing sweets, i can confirm. oh and what about...” she trails off for a moment, smiling slightly to herself. “switzerland? they’re known for their chocolate.”
— angels of the night ft. @yhecho
“echo, baby,” she calls out, voice nearly muffled by the chatter around her as if she were in a beehive, swarmed by an exuberant group of people she barely knows nor wishes to commit to memory, but that is simply the thing with large parties; you’re bound to run into people you’ll never see again. “echo,” she mutters again and this time it’s more audible as she eagerly makes her way towards him, throwing her arms around his neck and giving him a quick, nearly five-second long hug; and of course let’s not forget what a pleasure it is to have a member of the biggest boy group in the world right under her roof, with her arms so neatly wrapped around him.
“or should i well just call you taeyang?” the now faux blonde whispers into his ear, her infamous airy carelessness clinging to every word. “i’d just like to say that i’m quite glad you’re here and,” she trails off for a few beats with sweet laughter dancing on her glossy lips, but really it's all just a ploy to stay close to him. to be seen in the arms of such a famous idol must be a true scandal-in-the-making, the easiest way to get people talking. “and um, thank you for coming to my birthday party,” she looks at him, almost innocently, from beneath her heavy lashes, offering him yet another cherubic smile.
for a brief moment she stops and thinks, knowing that no matter how much she tries to hide it, she can’t run away from the fact that she’s using him. she’ll regret it one day. maybe. once she’s actually sober and she hopes that she’ll regret it, for at least then she’ll finally have proof that she's not as heartless as she seems. “anyway, i hope you’ll have a lovely time here,” she concludes with her hand still faintly pressed against his chest, all but ready to move aside.
what was your worst heartbreak?
“i wish i had to think about it, but i know it’s wonjae. we were high school sweethearts, if you could call us sweethearts because we were everything but that. we were bad, bad for each other, bad for those around us, but at least we were bad together. ditching classes, sneaking out, we had done it all and everyone always seemed to be scared of us, which i have to admit was fun — and at first i just loved the attention, the idea of being associated with his name, but somewhere along the line, i think i fell in love. i believe that he was my first love, i just never fully admitted it to anyone, not even to myself. but first loves never last. in the end, i just had to leave him and even though he can be an actual nightmare at times, a part of me will always be fond of those memories. and of him.”
