shrine of lies

                        “    i hate to think about how you will react when someone tries kissing you  …    ”

“ hmm… did you consider… not coming ? you could watch the show on tv: you get a better view and close ups. this place is for drinking and being skin to skin with everyone and dancing. ”

“I sort of feel like I’m doing all three at once,” Mimi rubs at her temples - careful, so as not to ruin what make-up hasn’t already been sweated off - and winces. “I’m still hungover. I need another drink. –Let’s go to the VIP bar. At least whoever grabs you there will be important.”

     “ honestly i might throw up—or melt into the floor—or explode if one more person puts their hands on my hips to “move me out the way”. ” parades, ugh. 

“ do you forget why you’re here? ”  he could go on and on too.  tell her how incompetent she is,  how her inferiority complex toward their sisters has only expanded,  how she’ll never be as important in his life as seonhye,  how she’ll never be as important to anyone in the world as gahye,  how she’ll always be the spare.  he knows when to speak and he knows his limits.  it’s a quality he wish she’d developed,  but she’s only inched closer and closer to the way dahye functions.  so irritating.  that type of rebellion doesn’t take you far in life and soon you’ll be in your thirties with nothing to show for.  “ i don’t talk to our sisters. ”  dahye is just there,  she doesn’t do anything for san to worry or care about her actions.  gahye is the empress of china,  she’s probably already suffering through her marriage with jianguo,  and seonhye is always under the radar.  

“ i told you to keep her happy. to spend some time with her. ”  the keyword being:  some.  “ i didn’t tell you to wipe her fucking ass or feed her. ”  classic jihye,  always taking his words out of context and dramatizing the situation.  “ if you’ve forgotten the importance of everything we’ve built and choose to be fucking difficult about this,  i’m making you come back to seoul with me,  except you’re staying there. ”

he always plays this card. otherwise known as yi san’s only trump card. quite literally his only claim to fame. because what was it that separated them beyond the meat hanging between his legs? what was it that made him worthy and jihye otherwise? absolutely nothing. yi san, had not for the extra pound of meat of his, would have no right to bark orders from that high standing pedestal their parents placed him on. and though it’s unlikely that her brother will ever realize his worth stems only from that thing he loves to swing around, jihye at least hopes he knows that the days of ordering her around—about as soon as she gets what she wants from him—are fucking numbered. “i think our sisters make the conscious decision not to talk to you.” she’s quick to correct, not to lose face in what was already a losing power struggle.

“ who else would? ”  why is she questioning his decision?  “ you think i trust seonhye to do anything?  i don’t talk to her and she’s dahye’s pet. ”  maybe not a pet.  one of those stray dogs who come and go as they please.  jihye can’t be this daft.  or is this a tactic for him to validate her by telling her she’s the only sibling he semi-trusts?  he rubs the side of his jaw.  he didn’t ask for her opinions,  why is she still talking.  “ holy fuck,  jihye.  i ask you to do one simple thing and it’s never a simple yes or a no.  you have to go on and on and on — if i wanted a personal assistant there,  i would have asked you to come with me. ”  

( yi 'jane' jihye ), the ( 27 ) year old ( princess ) of ( south korea ). she is often confused with ( han sohee ). some say that she ( petty & aggressive ), but she is actually ( diligent & amiable  ). PENNED BY YENI.