winter wonderland

“Maybe when the right time comes. And I’m unsure, just something out of the ordinary. It just makes me feel like I’m waiting for something to happen.”

It’s his mind that becomes tranquility and full of abandoned wanders to make him pose such thoughts in public while the chilly winds comfort him with more ponders of curiosity. Daehyun wasn’t sure why he was thinking so intently on this subject when they were both captivated by the secured warmth settling in between as the constellations were illuminating much more translations than they’ll ever have for tonight. Surely, it’s almost puzzling for him to think so in depth just from the glimpses of the little stars that were dangling over the night sky, continuing to observe them more and more as it almost became an inspiration for him to find more meanings in life.

After all, he wasn’t even aware that he would actually discuss a portion of his thoughts that would face with great consequences as he averted his concentrated gaze over to his companion, returning a light smile on his face out of assurance, and using his fingers to curl against the corners of the blankets for more heat. 

He didn’t mean to make the subject much more than a joking one because he was always the one to convert the conversation for them to be filled with laughter and the accommodation of their friendship, but he declined the offer of making it one of those days that he questioned everything that was circling around him, even though he was in favor on wanting her words out of curiosity. 

“Don’t you feel like you’re waiting for something too, Alaska?”

SHE NEVER REALLY saw this side of him, though she knew that he was someone that she could always count on no matter what -- She couldn’t help but wonder why she had never seen Daehyun so conflicted and puzzled. Alaska was always busy fighting the never ending battle with her unhappiness and he knew that, they never spoke about things such as the past. But that’s how she liked it, she never wanted to him to know the things that haunted her. He was Daehyun, her friend, the guy she knew would always be there even if she sucked at showing how much she actually cared for him.

“We shouldn’t wait for things to happen.”

Her voice came out more raw and harsh then she had intended it too, the whole sentence caused her to feel uncomfortable-- but not with Daehyun, with herself. She was being a hypocrite, yet she was only human. Of course, Alaska Young was waiting for something. May it be her next fix, the future that was always so nostalgic that It was almost like a drug itself, or death. She was waiting for a lot of things, but she had never expected him to ask her that. It was like she had to think if she was truly waiting for something to happen, she supposed she was waiting, but maybe not for something to numb the pain or for the pain to end, but just something.

“Yes. I guess. I don’t know. It’s a scary feeling, waiting for something to happen, and you know how much I hate being scared.”

@httpalaska

Being back in Seoul after a month of reckless behavior abroad was a strange feeling. She had almost gotten so used to acting without thinking, and by acting… she meant drinking. But here she did not have such freedom, especially not since she had carelessly given the press so much material worth following up on in the past. Only a couple of days had passed since she stepped back onto Korean soil, and already she was given the world’s longest lecture by her father on why it was vital she remained on her best behavior. Originally she felt her father was being over dramatic, but seeing how many black cars parked on her city block once the sun set it all had finally made sense. Yet Yooyoung was never a good listener, though she was a good sneak. And sneak she would, after sending a message to a reliably bad influence of a friend and right on past any reporters staking out her penthouse on discovering her return back to the city. It  was easy enough, when she wanted to avoid the press, it was simple as long as she bothered to try. Though sometimes she felt like torturing her father by making headlines was the best act of revenge whenever she felt a little more than a little oppressed. Rebelling was nothing new to her, and so tonight she made her way into the night club with the intentions of doing just that. By the time she arrived at the night club it looked like Alaska was already enjoying herself, and just like that any doubt she had that returning home would be boring were gone in an instant. At least for now. “I see you’ve started the party without me again,” Yooyoung would say with a wide smile on her face as soon as she took her seat next to her friend at the bar. Without waiting to hear her response, the heiress would turn her attention to the bartender, making him aware of her presence before ordering herself her first drink of the night. The moment she completed her order she returned her gaze to the female beside her, smug smile returning to her expression once again, “So… exactly how drunk are you already? Do I have a lot of catching up to do?”

HER THIRD DRINK stood encased loosely in both of her hands, she stared at it for a moment, before picking it up again and throwing the liquid back into her mouth. She hummed happily as she finished ever last drop, Yooyoung had told her that she was coming-- and that she should wait for her, like she always said. But again, Alaska was impatient, her mouth was dry and aching for alcohol ever since she entered the night club. 

As soon as the girl spoke, she immediately recognized the voice and turned her body around to face her friend that was now sitting behind her. Alaska hadn’t seen Yooyoung in quite a while, but every time they got together --- usually in a club, she still looked so glamorous as she smiled at her, the lights leaving a beautiful glow upon her features. “What else was I supposed to do?”

Now Alaska was the one with a smile, except hers was sloppy as her attention was turned back to the bartender who was exchanging looks with her. He nodded once, knowing she wanted another drink, she was an usual costumer at the all, he had learned when she had enough and when she still could go for another round. “You know how my tolerance is! Just maybe three drinks---”

Zacharie was a snob, but perhaps that was only natural for a child who had been raised in designer diapers. While he was aware that his lifestyle was more extravagant than the ordinary person, he was also the type to accept no less. Tedium and low-class habits made him uncomfortable, and he would much rather cut off a foot than give up his fancy, stupid shirts.

There was nothing stupid about Givenchy; fashion was art.

“We have security downstairs,” he responded bluntly, “They’ll catch you on camera and you’ll get arrested though, so not worth it.” The scent of his cigarettes had filled the apartment and it was lucky that he left the window open often, or it would have surely set off an alarm. In his long sleeved shirt and torn jeans - much more distressed than the mainstream norm - he did have an artistic appeal to him. Aside from the money, perhaps it was that that drew women towards him; the emotive passion that hid behind his cold eyed stare.

At her suggestion, he’d nearly choked on the cigarette smoke, breaking into silent laughter. “I said we were going to piss her off, not me,” Zacharie responded, with no awareness that he might have offended her, “I overlook what you’re wearing since we’re inside, and because I don’t expect that much from you anyway, but to MCM? I won’t allow it.”

He was a jackass, true, but it was also possible to say that Zacharie was honest and particularly vocal about his opinions. Stubbing his cigarette out on a marble ashtray, he gave her a look. He had a plan.

“You’d actually have me arrested?” Alaska gaped at him, though she wasn’t at all surprised by this. Zacharie was always so snobby, which always irritated her but the fact that he was fun to be around covered the fact that she hated him for that. 

Again, he so effortlessly pisses her off. She knew how careless she was about her appearance to an extent, her wardrobe considered of vulgar and slightly bagging clothing. Never had she paid too much attention to what she put on her body, she always was too busy numbing the pain to care about anything else. “You’re a piece of shit, you know that?” 

She was sure she knew, Alaska had only told him about a billion times, but some things never stick in his brain. “Oh, but you know how much I love to piss you off! You’re depriving me of my needs!” She fake smiled at him, before shooting him a glare. 

ALASKA YOUNG WAS unhappy, that was no secret. She was the girl who smiled through her tears, and embraced her darkness but no one knew how she handled herself when the pain became too much. The sharp object went into her skin, blood trickling down her wrist but she was not satisfied, she couldn’t feel anything. There was blood and she couldn’t feel the pain she was inflicting upon herself, all she could feel was the ache in her body and the voice in her head telling her she deserved it. 

“What did you do to yourself?” She heard a female voice gasp before running towards her, great, she thought. Anna had to walk in on this very moment when she was bleeding, she knew she shouldn’t be mad at Anna but she was. 

Alaska was furious at her for stopping her precious moment of relief, she wouldn’t normally cut herself purposely. She would usually numb her suffering with drugs, sex, or alcohol but this time was different. The pain was so severe that she was afraid if she didn’t do something to stop it, she would die. Though now, she could of wish she did.

“What the hell are you doing here? You can’t just barge into my house like that!”

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