sugared sweet.
* 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐔𝐌, coffee with 서경 / chloris tea room, 10.24am.
a small plate carrying a partially eaten piece of tiramisu sits upon a nearly empty table; graceful limbs relax into the comfort of the chair she sits upon as her eyes focus in on her invited guest. pupils dilate at the sight of him—his handsomeness blossoming with a newfound maturity that she failed to recognize many moons ago. back then, he was cute; someone she felt the need to dote upon more like a younger sibling as opposed to a romantic interest, but instead, he wanted the two of them to teeter along a tightrope above pools of vermillion and rose in hopes that they would fall into it—become swathed in the glistening waters of romance. despite multiple small advances, though, she would tell him no time, and time, again. her rejection wasn’t put in place to hurt him, no, but rather to insist that both were too young, and much too focused on work. after all, whenever they weren’t putting in long hours to increase their skill levels in song and dance, they were far too exhausted to uphold a union that would’ve pleased either of them; their stress levels through the roof. instead, she beckoned that they wait—that HE wait—until they’ve made names for themselves, until their dreams came true, and until they were far more emotionally stable than they were. sure, an inevitable début would only introduce added layers of more complex struggles, but the longer they were bathed in limelight, the more time they’d have to decide, or to fully discover really, whether or not an intimate relationship was worth it. for all they knew, the industry could’ve further changed them, and now, they wouldn’t be as compatible.
were they ever even compatible to begin with, though?
that’s to be discussed, but for now, she gently uses the fingertips of her left hand to push the plate towards her company senior, seokyung, and gestures to the remainder of the dessert; its ornate design, and creamy texture, sure to please anyone’s palate. “why aren’t you eating, hmm?” she queried, her right hand clutching upon the mug full of milk tea that she’d ordered, and in a swift motion, she brought the brim up to her lips for a drink, later setting it back down when she was done. “the whole fun of having a cheat day from our diets is to share, right? you can’t leave me hanging, oppa-ya.” she fluttered a wink over to him, full-well knowing that he was the one who was, indeed, four years her junior. “the girls and i are about to enter a wild promotional period anyway, and i feel like, with all the dance rehearsals we’ve had, i actually need the extra calories in order to be healthy.” that said, she clutched onto the fork that she’d been using and took a piece of the sugary delicacy; allowing herself to let it almost melt on her tastebuds while she chewed, then swallowed. “you don’t know what you’re missing, kyung-ie.” it was beginning to concern her why he was being so quiet, but she wasn’t sure whether asking about it would further his somewhat somber mood, or if she was reading him wrong.
after all, he could’ve just been tired. weren’t they ALWAYS so tired?
after a soft sigh, hyejung leaned her head to the side and chuckled. “c’mon, tell me what you’re thinking about. as much as i’d like to, i can’t read your mind. what’s bothering you?”
