𝓅𝑜𝓂𝑒𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒶𝓉𝑒 .

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admittedly, miyoung did not expect the younger girl to take up her very non-chalant invitation to have a seat at the table. she had hoped to appear as slightly unhinged, as someone you would not want to spend breakfast with in a diner that looked like straight out of a ghost town. but although she did not look like it, eunju had a lot more courage than one would assume upon first glance. she looked like a rabbit facing its predator, like a deer who spotted a wolf across a meadow. her doe eyes surely played a convincing part in the latter scenario. miyoung barely looked up as the girl on the opposite side of the table scrambled for words. she was too busy to meticulously dip parts of her omelette in sauce only to top them off with pickled radish and align them perfectly on the rice, a task that required all her concentration. truth was that keeping her hands occupied with this kept her from losing face entirely. if she was to look eunju in the eye, the other would notice her unconcealable tension and pure horror of what she was about to say. but maybe avoiding all eye contact had the same effect. she let her finish her improvised monologue, leaning back in her chair and chewing on the mouthful of fried egg, looking like she was taking her sweet, sweet time with an answer, when in reality she had no clue what to say. she raised an eyebrow to look extra demeaning and shrugged dismissively. “i have no idea what you’re talking about,“ she said dryly and hated how obvious it was that she was lying. she remained leaned against the back rest of her chair and the way eunju was nearly crawling across the table, they looked like a perfect spiel of yin and yang. “i did not save you. did you hear what i told you at the bus stop? and i don’t know anything about an accident.“ an awful liar, just terrible. one could only wonder how miyoung got herself out of dozens of lessons feigning stomach aches or emergencies when her acting skills left much to be desired for.

huh.

the clock read 5:30am when miyoung awoke from her sleep with a jolt with so much vigor it almost snapped her neck. everything was different and yet the same. the most vivid dream of her life still resonated in her mind, the vibrations of her subconscious’s echo as lively as if she had lived through it all before. which was precisely the case. at around 5:36am she stumbled into the bathroom. she counted down the seconds until she knew her father would cough. 3, 2, 1 and there it was - sounds only a chainsmoker’s lungs could produce. in the pitch-black darkness of the hallway, she avoided the corner of the new side table her mother had placed near the bathroom door. a fact that should be entirely unknown to her, it was put there after miyoung had already retreated to her bedroom for the night. she knew because she had been here already, at this exact moment in time. 5:49 and miyoung tumbled down the stairs. she went through the self-made list in her mind of actions that were about to happen. her mother’s greeting, the egg timer going off, their cat meowing outside begging to get inside, the question if she wanted bulgogi or samgyeopsal for breakfast, the milk boiling over on the stove. the tacky clock on the wall (a family relict that her mother just wouldn’t give up on) struck 6:00am when she closed the door behind herself. her steps were swift, hands buried in the pockets of her teddy lined jacket. the early spring wind blew mercilessly as she marched down the street towards the bus station that collected everyone living in the nearby blocks. every single moment of this morning could have been branded as a mere coincidence, as some sick joke played out by the universe, but the fact that eunju turned up at the bus station at 6:09am sealed the deal for miyoung. that history was repeating itself, that the universe’s clocks reversed, that everyone was whipped under the will of space and time, except for herself. now that the younger girl stood here in the flesh, doing her best to block the few sun rays trickling into the restaurant, miyoung caught herself regretting ever getting involved. she regretted stretching her hand out for the burning bus at the end of the road, for possessing the willpower to turn back time and change the course of history. but all that regret was bottled up deep within her as she watched eunju scrambling for words. with her eyebrows raised she listened to her monologue, taking a sip of coffee to buy herself time and think of how to handle this entire ordeal. with an extraordinary nonchalance, miyoung kicked back the chair opposite of her, a silent invitation for eunju to seat herself and ask the question that she appeared to be dying to ask. as cool and wordlessly as miyoung liked to present herself, her guts were forming knots. she seemed enthralled in perfectly placing a piece of vegetable omelette on her rice but in reality her mind was going a thousand miles per hour. no matter what eunju was going to ask, she already knew that she couldn’t answer it to full satisfaction. “spit it out,“ she said before plopping the rice in her mouth and leaning back, wondering if she could even stomach her food.

and jusT BEST FRIENDS FALLING IN LOVE ): ): ): 

seo kang joon for marie claire ‘18

I really, REALLY want a plot where a son of a dangerous and feared mobster is put in charge of managing his father’s strip club and falls for one of the dancers.

and maybe something romantic blossoms from it or it could just be a brotp thing but at the end of the night muse a gives muse b their check and muse b just smiles and rips it up and plz it could be really cute