I AM NO MORE A FIXED POINT THAN LOVE ââ
   sheâs known for being like this. this, meaning erratic, meaning high upon high upon high before any real lows. she had always been high strung, had always felt things at a vivid 100. our kang rieon, however renowned for her ire and eerily precise aim, has always been like sensitive; easily overwhelmed. has always felt so much that she feels raw to the touch. add alcohol into the mix? game over.Â
   so tonight, tonight sheâs not any better. tonight sheâs free, or some semblance of it, free from the watchful eyes of her parents (whoâve never attend these sorts of things anyhow), and after a painful hour or so of brown nosing, free from the occasional wandering hand that settled centimeters too low on the small of her back. but thatâs not new either, is it? the crown jewel, kang conglomerateâs pretty daughter is meant to be admired, plucked off the shelf and rolled around in oneâs palm like a commemorative plaque.Â
   seen, felt, but not to be played with. why else was she expected to tag along on golf trips with prospective business partners?
   but this too, rieon has known to be part of her âusefulnessâ. as the role sheâs set to play. role indicated only by the lack of meat hanging between her legsâthe undisputed role sheâs been slacked with since birthâthe daughter, the prized cow, sweet like honey with a winning smile and an endearing disposition thatâs easy to love.
   dad doesnât give a shit about anything else beyond that.
   hasnât then. wonât now.
   tonight, even without his presenceâshe braves hell to play her role like the filial daughter sheâs expected to be. and purgatory, though dressed in luxurious decor and armed with enough liquor to fill five swimming pools, is still as unpleasant as she remembers. is still the same shared smiles and tinny laughs and wandering hands and selfies and come and go highballs. still the same battleground rieon braves with her honeyed tongue, battered hubris, decaying heart, and claws her way through moving bodies to breathe for the first time all night.Â
   and as expected, she is still the same. nails itching at her wrist as if to placate the writhing underneath her skin, an unease that settles the longer she stays. the longer the night drags on, the more it wears on her patience. how is it a party when she knows no one here? when sheâs done more schmoozing than actually drinking with her own friends. when her entire night has been wasted on men and women twice her age. social obligations are such a fucking chore. unlucky her, however, as the only solution to the problem (a quick escape from this hellscape) lies in the hands of someone she wasnât on speaking terms with.
   but, drunk as she is now, rieon doesnât really give a shit what min jaehoon thought. and so, whereas she was hesitant prior into the nightâthe move to approach now came together far more seamlessly than predicted. especially since he wasnât alone to start.Â
   âhey,â she slurs her greeting, reaching out to wrap lithe fingers around his forearm; as if to anchor jaehoonâs presence to hers. she doesnât recognize his companion, doesnât give much care to, doesnât even bother to spare a glance. instead, her eyes (pupils blown and somewhat glazed) fix squarely on @jaehoxn. right now, she honestly canât think of anything else beyond how badly she wants to get off her feet. but it doesnât mean sheâll beg. âletâs get a room.â
   read: get me a room.
ââ ALL NIGHT IN BED I AM UNRAVELINGÂ
jaehoon may yell loudly about the lack of artistic integrity within the music industry â may complain that idols have stolen every sense of limelight thatâs available within the country. he may complain that their dull and finely tuned voices donât stir hearts but it does not meant he is displeased with his familyâs company.
quite the opposite, no, instead as the eldest son of the min family â he quite enjoyed attending the parties and events, you know what they said about desperation, and those who wanted fame tended to be the most amusing. ( ignoring the fact min jaehoon was more preoccupied with his own fame that was handed down to him as easily as an old sweatshirt.) regardless, the high of all eyes on him, the way they rushed to his side with shallow compliments and praise, was better than most drugs.
and what else did jaehoon love beside entertaining. he has been bred to do so, raised by the man who created groups that stole the nationâs heart, one of the best compsors that came out of the country. there was very little that jaehoon felt more comfortable at, than wining and dinning with party guests.
it helped that no one seemed to leave him with an empty glass.
speaking of party guest. tthe last he heard from rieon was well, nothing, beside the unread messages and dropped phone calls, the musician assumed that even if she was attending, he would not have to deal with..her dramatics.
but the younger woman always had a habit of slipping through the cracks and doing the least expected.Â
jaehoon hums, leaning closer to one of the models that were stationed near the bar,âyeah, we have like an album coming up, i can take you to the studio soââÂ
the familiar scent of perfume passes by, and the man groans, as slender fingers wrap around him. the warmth of rieon doing nothing to incite jaehoon to forget of their last interaction. no matter how dolled up and glittery she seems, she nearly knocked his teeth out the last time theyâve spoken.Â
ârieoââ the scolding his lips is stalled, his attention drawn away from the model and towards his fiancee for the first time at the words leaving her. jaehoon isnât too ashamed to admit, he liked being needed, especially by a woman who usually hated his guts to admit anything akin to help âa room? i can do that for us.â
jaehoon could only give a sheepish smile to the model he was speaking to before he begins to lead rieon to one of the empty vip rooms the venue had helpfully rented out for the min family. itâs only then that he peels himself away from the other, âhow much of the free booze did you drink? or is someone selling?â the musician questions, as he throws the jacket he was wearing haphazardly on the ground, his eyes turning towards rieon once more.âor can the poor baby not wear heels anymore?â his voice is mockingly sweet, poking at her with faux concern, âyou had to be desperate to come to me.â
translation for those who donât speak pretentious asshole:Â you owe me one.