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“I think you are…” —  Not accepting! (Not after 4 years...)

Flattery isn’t something she seeks from others. One might think an individual whose profession requires continuous spotlight will necessitate such expressions from the public. One might be compelled to express oneself carefully by the presence of celebrities they judge worthy to idolize. One might also conceal heinous thoughts under the guise of respectful speech. So many scenarios can unfold at her very eyes where sincerity may be challenged, where profanity hides when cameras are present.

However, Seo Ah isn’t one to decline the very being seated by her side. It is the Moon Ara she is speaking to. A presence who’s undeniably a driven force that only a few dares to entertain for her beauty, her grace and her eloquence bring many to reevaluate their existence and exploits.

❝Hm, it requires a gem to recognize another. We aren’t many in this world, so surely, we know how to distinguish ourselves among the masses.❞ Starting with pleasantry, the singer shrugs off any sign of awkwardness with a laugh— or rather a snort, since she can’t regain composure after what the other said. Embarrassment has yet seeped out of her reddened cheeks that her entire face becomes the exact shade. Brighter even. She can’t escape her fate when her goddess-like friend remains close by. 

How can she even breathe properly at her ethereal aura? 

A cough interrupts her extravagant hand motions. As if swiping the air may distract the other from her clumsy attempts of halting her flustered self. ❝Jokes aside, it is truly an honor to be considered your friend. May this friendship last a lifetime! ❞

( An unknown impulse forced me to find back everything needed to log back in here. Give me a moment to get through the overwhelming nostalgia.

How does one rp again? Where does one go to find people to write with again? How does this app work again?

▸     IS    YOUR    MUSE    TALL    /    SHORT    /    AVERAGE ? Seoah’s height is 164.7 cm. A running gag I’ve been keeping ever since the actual singer tweeted about it with so much pride since she grew a bit taller. Certainly, it must not be that exact measurement anymore, but one can let her muse dream about being slightly above average. For an Asian, of course.

▸      ARE    THEY    OKAY    WITH    THEIR    HEIGHT ? As aforementioned, Seoah is content with her height. She’s not too short, not too tall. There’s really no point in complaining about an unchangeable element of hers. She had done her best to grow as tall as she could.

▸      WHAT’S    THEIR    HAIR    LIKE ? High-maintenance. Due to her career, the experimentation with dyes and hairstyles is inevitable. Her hair succumbed so many colorations and bleaches that it won’t be a surprise of the damages gathered with time. However, Seoah makes sure to give the proper treatments and care so that her hair remains healthy and smooth. Not just by appearance. 

▸     DO    THEY    SPEND    A    LOT    OF    TIME    ON    THEIR    HAIR     /    GROOMING ? Yes and no. When it involves work, Seoah has her hair groomed by her hairstylist. She had spent many mornings at a salon. No way the number of visits will decrease anytime soon. Though, whenever she has calmer days, the singer ensures to give the proper treatment to her hair ( shampoo, conditioner, occasional hair mask, heat-resistance serum and blow-dry ), but no more. She usually just let her hair be or tie into a bun or a ponytail. Something quick and easy!

▸      DOES   YOUR   MUSE   CARE   ABOUT   THEIR   APPEARANCE   /   WHAT    OTHERS    THINK ? Again, yes and no. Yes, as a person belonging to the entertainment industry, appearances are very important. Seoah has debuted among idols and was seen as one for a long time. Surely, some do still see her as one despite her path took a different intersection than the one of idols. However, due to the innocent image she must keep as a marketing strategy from her previous company, it became quite a burden to break apart people’s expectations of her. It didn’t mean she didn’t succeed in doing so. And no, Seoah cares very little about what others think most of the time. She says what she has to say and will listen to varied opinions. She won’t let herself be someone else to please them though. She has dealt with hate ever since her debut. For being honest and confident, the opposite of how she appears to be. For being multifaceted rather than one-dimensional. For being too close or friendly with her male friends who have too many overprotective fans. She had many years of practice to get to this level of care. Doubt the unfairly unjustified hatred will stop someday too.

—    PREFERENCES.

▸     INDOORS    OR    OUTDOORS ? ▸     RAIN  OR    SUNSHINE ? ▸     FOREST    OR    BEACH ? ▸     PRECIOUS    METALS  OR    GEMS ? ▸     FLOWERS    OR    PERFUMES ? ▸     PERSONALITY    OR    APPEARANCE ? ▸     BEING    ALONE    OR    BEING    IN    A    CROWD ? ▸     ORDER    OR    ANARCHY ? ▸     PAINFUL    TRUTHS    OR   WHITE    LIES ? ▸     SCIENCE    OR    MAGIC ? ▸     PEACE    OR    CONFLICT ? ▸     NIGHT    OR    DAY ? ▸     DUSK    OR   DAWN ? ▸     WARMTH    OR    COLD ? ▸     MANY   ACQUAINTANCES    OR    A    FEW    CLOSE    FRIENDS ? ▸     READING    OR    PLAYING    A    GAME ?

“I think you are…”  —  Accepting!

The first half of his sentence isn’t a surprise to her ears. She heard it a few times after the grand revelation. A fan’s adoration for their artists isn’t to be taken for granted, but the extent of one’s admiration can’t compete with his. The boy’s shameless by nature. Any word coming from his mouth contained a sliver of exaggeration. Indeed, a sliver as she concluded his theatrical antics weren’t ill-intended. Honesty at their core yet a unique disposal of his thoughts to the world. Endearing and innocent even for she hasn’t heard a single foul remark among his extravagant expressions. Just like a child and their lovely imagination. No wonder she can’t help but smile whenever he chatters. It is who he is and she isn’t going to change that about him. And he doesn’t cease to amaze her with his wording.

❝Thanks Jaewoo. You do know how to make your favourite singer happy.❞ It’s a little odd, to say the least. How the odds themselves chose for the two to meet when she felt under the weather. What happened then can’t be undone now. She can only hope his first impression of her didn’t tarnish how he viewed her before their encounter.

The second half of his sentence affects her smile. It shrinks ever so slightly to not alarm the other. Too soft for this world? The mental repetition brings a whiff of melancholy. 

When was this world ever kind to her? When will it even be considerate to her someday? Never. Nonetheless, It won’t stop the singer to try while she gathers little bits of joy here and there.

❝Time’s up! ❞ She hops off the bench they share while staring at the dancing lights, the reflections of how the city’s bright at night on the Han river. She leaps forward, small bounces to extend the distance between them before she twirls and leans with a playful smile.❝Wouldn’t want us to get into a silly scandal, right? ❞ Freeze. Her joke takes a darker turn, striking a filament that throws one minuscule shard pilled above thousands or even millions against her rib cage. Still too soon, even with the years passing by. But she’s quick to rectify her mistake with another twirl on the tip of her feet, turning around a few times as if she’s enjoying the chilly gusts and the dim lights preventing them to be swallowed by darkness.❝Ah. Forget what I just said! That was lame of me. ❞And a few more steps away from her lovely companion. Her velvety voice now hums a soothing song.

❝Let’s just go home now. ❞Seoah turns to face him, adorning the warmest smile she can muster.❝It’s late. ❞

“I think you are…”  —  Accepting!

❝ E-eo? ❞ There’s a brief silence, an awkward hesitation trailing after her hitched sound of stupor. Her hands hung for a moment on each side then slowly went forward to hold onto the fabric of her shirt. Anything to keep clumsy limbs busy rather than amplify how flustered she is. And there comes a short hearty laugh to ease the atmosphere before the other finds out. ❝ Is that so? ❞ Has she heard well? Despite her career involving admiration and support from fans, to be compared to an angel or an entity whose beauty can’t be withstood by mortals often strikes the chord of disbelief. 

However, Seoah’s not one to object on someone else’s perception of herself. It even brings an uncontainable grin on her lips. ❝ I must not disappoint the angels from heaven then! ❞

“I think you are…”  —  Accepting!

❝ Ah, coming from a cutie, it is hard to believe that it is true! ❞ Truthfully speaking, how can a cutie outsmart another in the cuteness department? Seoah can’t help but laugh at the question that popped in mind after hearing what the other said. And her trail of thoughts seems to be influenced by Hana’s antics which bubbles another laughter despite her efforts to restrain the previous one. ❝ Thank you for thinking that way of me, Hana-yah. But… don’t you think two cuties combined will make the cutest duo? What do you think about that? ❞

— @busanbunnie

Well, oh well, it seems her intuition hasn’t failed her. The boy appears to be ecstatic by how she views him. Tall for she has to look up to meet his doe eyes ( but when doesn’t most people not taller than her? ). Adorable for his antics and words often reinforce that impression. Soft for his acute connection to his emotions and his unique way to describe himself in a positive light. How could he be a bad person? He’s quite a chatterbox, curiosity and enthusiasm often laced around his blabbers. And it makes things far easier to the singer who can just listen to him speak and unfold a plethora of subjects that never cut their conversations short. Her smile already present only expands, causing the bright stars within her gaze to peek between two thin crescents. ❝ I am almost sold by what you’re saying, Jaewoo-yah. It seems you’re a charmer too. Perhaps, someday, I’ll sing something to you. But oh my! You haven’t eaten those delicious cakes before? Might as well sing something sweet accompanied by sweets too! ❞

post 3 - 6 songs that remind you of your muse.

Lovedrunk by Epik High ft. Crush The Truth Untold by BTS Only Human by K Ending Scene by IU Through the Night by IU Our Happy Ending by IU

Currently, the sentiment of concern was split. Taeyeon was not completely set on who she should worry for a little more. The young girl in front of her appeared to have forgotten how she should be breathing properly— the image was not held dearly by the idol, as common as it was for her— but her friend, Soonkyu, was nowhere to be found. Although a search party had not been sent for her yet. It was just a way to put it. 

A pale palm rested of tall forehead, under the frail threads of hair; an upcoming headache was about to occur. Or at least that was what the older supposed. The little sound of her unintended sigh seemed to have gotten overlooked by the other, gratefully so. The least thing she wished for was to be acquired as brazenly rude. Or inconsiderate. As she rarely acted so.

In her head, thoughts hung low, prospects of possible outcomes disquieted her to some extent, but it was not the time nor the moment to display any pique.

“You don’t happen to know what caused her to miss the meeting, do you?” she rose a inquiring brow as she claimed the seat in front of the other with a swift movement that could’ve been cataloged as uncivil as her forward curiosity. No introduction, no request. Definitely not the older’s fashion. 

“Besides, she did not mention a third person.” she hummed afterwards, placing a hand under her chin to support her head.” But I suppose I don’t mind. We could enjoy a cup of coffee until she shows up.” eventually, a grin tugged at the corner of her mouth. “Of course, if you don’t mind…” it turned out to be an attempt to help Seoah to relax and to prevent any potential explosive scene.

An inhale cut short, tense. Seoah couldn’t tell what were the options to guarantee the best outcome possible. Of course, the outing wasn’t a simulation where premeditated dialogue led to specific endings. Long voluntary pauses could happen in fiction so her brain processed everything at its pace. However, that wasn’t the case in reality. And she swore that each second stretched anxiety further, heart beating faster and louder than intended. 

At least, she breathed with a constant and loud mental reminder. Not that it was normal to recall such a vital principle. It would be far worse if she began hyperventilating in front of her favourite artist though.

At the back of her mind, Sookyu unni’s name resounded for aid. Where was she even? Was all this planned from the start? Was the older friend she thought angelic and spunky actually evil? Why was she intentionally leaving her in a situation that was both marvellous and torturous? Sookyu unni knew. The constellations formed within wide eyes, the countless gapes, the incessant compliments turned into a passionate monologue, all was to be kept secret from the person she idolized.

❝ ☠ Cool, light green speckles decorated the medium’s vision and Vanessa lets her head turn to follow the dance of a particular lightening bug - one that decides that Seoah’s hair was the perfect place for its’ brief moment of rest. Without so much as a word, she leans forward timid fingers gently pushing the flying insect away from the female as she talks. There’s a giggle that resonates in her throat at the cloudy haze the other seems to talk through and she wonders if this is how some people in her life view her; vulnerable and precious. “Yes, they’re creatures of the night but I don’t find them scary.” Nodding her head in agreeance she lifts a brow at the tangent that she brought upon and silently she accepts her fate, after all she’s the one that led the singer into an infinite rabbit hole of possibilities. A talent she picked up ever since she stepped into the land of radio narration. “Ah, ah. I’d be careful if I were you,” raising a finger to her lips, a twinkle of mischief gleams in her eyes as she winks at the other playfully - using Seoah’s inebriated state to her advantage. “If the aliens hear you, they’re going to think you’re the one in charge of all of the precious cows.” At the mention of cats there’s a warm feeling that spreads within her chest and she admits to herself that it felt exceptionally good to have a friend in which she could relate to (no matter how small the relation). 

The moment she hears the whine, the radio host immediately shoots her a look as her lips purse in retaliation. “I’m not sure if you have an early schedule tomorrow, and I refuse to be on the other side of your wrath when you’re forced to wake up super early.” Being in the entertainment industry albeit a smaller community, Vanessa knew first hand how tirelessly certain figures were worked and with Seoah being an idol it far surpassed her knowledge on the subject. Even put her own work schedule to shame. “Unless you check right this very second what time your earliest idol event is, I don’t want to hear it young lady.” Leaving an additional tip she gets up, arm sliding around Seoah’s shoulders as she guides her out of the restaurant. “Our little Seoah, do you know your cheeks turn red whenever you’re drinking? You look like a little jellybean it’s the cutest thing ever.” Reaching her hand up to pinch the singer’s cheeks in between her fingers she grins.

She had never been one to drink, choosing smoking as her own personal vice but she enjoyed how friendly people became under the influence. It made dealing with living creatures ten times more easier and it shows in the way her grip slips from the other to habitually pull out a cigarette, lighting it moments after. “A few of my fans call me the Loch Ness Monster, if that’s what you’re implying.” she lets out a laugh before exhaling toxins into her lungs once again. “But by this point I’m used to whatever names you decide to come up for me so by all means.” Humoring the singer, Vanessa gives a gentle shake of her head steering her into the direction of a fountain. “When was the last time you took a break and made a wish?” her question is laced with innocence, a gentle smile on her lips.

Such sweet nectar. To think Seoah was not a drinker at first, her body at first refusing a single drop of alcohol in its system. It took her years of trial and error, starting off with soju, sake and beer alongside her closest friends. Soon enough, she learned to love the acquired taste. An achievement she has been celebrating since with multiple people, familiar or not, enjoying big events and smaller parties much more than she used too. Oh, of course, she would. A little tipsy was the needed push on her back to converse. Though, the current situation requires no aid at all. She’s just drinking for the pleasure of it with the reassured presence of a good friend. 

❝ Is there something that scares you? ❞ Framed in between the palm of her hands, her head tilts slightly with half-closed eyes hiding the glitters of interest within dark orbs, her goofy smile unnecessarily wide. Her curiosity grows tenfold when her trail of thoughts is looser than usual. ❝ Compared to you, I must be easy to frighten. ❞ Scaredy-cat isn’t quite her nickname since she has her fair share of dealing with fear. However, there are still kinds that she admits unable to appear unafraid. She tips her head too soon this time when a hand drops under the unusual imaginative weight, eyes now open in shock since her forehead almost slammed the table. She’s even more appalled to hear her unfortunate fate linked to their absurd topic. That’s how she even forgets her intrusive question. ❝ Eo? Would they come to get me if they believe that? In that case, I better sharpen my singing skill so it obtains an anesthetic effect on them! Just like Jigglypuff! ❞ Nonsense. Her nonsensical side is on the rise and it won’t stop anytime soon.

Despite the welcoming breeze, her thoughts remain scattered, her gait giddy, her mood chirpy and her attention divided inefficiently. Her only guide to reality is a jet black haired beauty who she holds onto a bit too tight, unaware of her affectionate strength. Even the lights surrounding them from all sides of the city fail to distract her from her friend. ❝ Wrath? ❞ She snorts. ❝ Have you ever seen me mad? I probably won’t leave my cozy bed the next day! And schedules? I doubt I have any that early! If anything, my manager will drag me out and my hairstylist will make me look decent. No one will know! ❞ Oh, do not get her wrong. Seoah’s a good person. She won’t give her crew a hard time— it is unintentional and happens from time to time. “They turn red? Really!? Oh no! That must be the blush! It’s the blush!” The blonde refuses to admit her tipsy state when her reactions and movements blatantly convey the undeniable. She then lowers the volume, mumbling in between squished cheeks for she wants Vanessa to only hear her. ❝ But I’ll accept being a little jellybean... ❞  

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There was so much grace and elegance, at least that was the best way he could describe her in his mind. She reminded him of why he took such interest and inspiration, such love and passion, for photography. Human’s were beautiful creatures, and she proved that to him each time she was on his set. Although he should be used to photographing idols, models and celebrities, each time he was still in awe. If anything, he felt genuinely lucky to be able to progress so far in this industry.

The camera felt like it had meant to be in the palm of his hand, that this was meant for him for the rest of his life. He was never bored or tired of it, and if anything he was captivated each time. Bringing people to life with a simple click of a button, pronouncing their beauty, showing the world that there is more to them.

Photography was, at least, his best way of communication. He had her on his set a few times, ensuring to capture her best angles(which, he believed every angle of hers to be enthralling). But yet, they hadn’t spoken much aside from a few directions coming from his own mouth here and there.

Today could have been no different, but as the set was wrapping up the final shots of the day he couldn’t quite help himself. Why should he not at least attempt to strike a conversation for once, on his own accord? After all, he had her on his set more often than not and he believed a stronger connection with the camera could be made if she knew a little bit more about him. At least, all these years of training behind professionals is what he had gathered.

He clears his throat, “Alright, and that’s a wrap! Great job today everyone!”

There’s a bit of relief in the room, as shoots can typically be draining depending the location and duration of time the idols and crew are meant to be on set. He looks up from his lens and raises a hand, gesturing for Seoah to come over once he was able to garner her attention. “Would you like… to uh, see the shots we got for the day? I don’t think I’ve had the opportunity to show you much before.”

A pleasure felt once the magic words echoed loud and clear within the studio. A round of applause followed by the usual choir of thanks and compliments among each person involved in the project, Seoah also bowed at everyone as she got off the high stool and checked if she left marks by mistake to the white backdrop. And soon, the team was off packing up to leave in the wee hours of the night. 

The photographer announced the end of a fruitful shoot despite the results only visible at a later time. Needless to say, the pictures would be splendid. With a meticulous team and Kai behind the camera, she knew the shots were impeccable despite the model being herself. One would think a celebrity was accustomed to posing for magazine covers, album booklets, articles and whatnot. It didn’t mean Seoah’s tendencies to stiffen at certain themes lessened with practice and time. There was always room for progress, amelioration and perfection. The latter was a matter of pleasing the public’s eyes with their homogeneous definition of beauty— or not. She was always up for the challenge to express multiple personas. After all, breaking the mould she was given years ago has been an endless hobby of hers. Redundant and wearisome at times, but fun nonetheless. 

A long tiring day just ended. Just like any others who worked the typical 9 to 5 schedule. Though Seoah wasn’t an office employee nor a worker with a morning shift. She just so happened to end a meeting earlier with nothing filling the rest of her agenda. An unfortunate miracle to say the least. Blonde hair did not go unnoticed among a sea of dark hues. Hood cast over her head, she stood in line for the bus to come by. An issue with the engine, her manager mentioned amidst his flurry of apologies for Seoah must head home by her own means.

It wasn’t a bother unlike how the other worded on the phone. Perhaps a small inevitable predicament, but definitely not the end of the world. Instead, it was an unexpected opportunity to the singer, a walk down in memory lane at the present tense. When was her last time she took public transportation? It felt so far away. Her younger self seemed to lose grasp of how the experience was. Always in a rush, tackling school during daytime and trainee practices during nighttime. Yet, back then, things were a lot easier than she made it sound in her head.

Each on their own, tending to their bubble, thickening invisible barriers with Bluetooth earphones. Everyone’s similar behaviour facilitated her task to blend in. A few rebellious strands shone under the sunlight only to be tucked deeper within the hooded shadow. And no sight of the proper numbered bus among the busy lanes. The slightest impression of a vehicle bigger than the cars made her head tilt slightly, only to be left in disappointment.

Usually, Seoah was a lady of patience. However jaded, standing still was already an undesired supplementary task. Her makeup weighed on her face yet concealed any signs of fatigue. If only her thin rosy lips could curl a bit so she wouldn’t appear peevish.

A smile finally tugged on them as the bus approached with a forced halt and its passengers holding its pivotal handles and vertical bars tight. The scene didn’t raise a reaction from the outsiders whose sole desires were to head home. The queue shortened faster than the singer thought it would and once inside, she wandered to the back.

That’s how she met eyes with the foreigner who happened to address her in a language she was the least knowledgeable of. At first, a light tilt of confusion accompanied her widened eyes. ❝ Oh no, no! ❞ The alarmed singer exclaims the first English words that crossed her mind, both agitated hands in rejection. ❝ You sit. You sit! ❞ She gestures where the empty seat is. ❝ Please si--! ❞ Her chance to employ better words in a decent sentence vanishes in a flash, slammed against the window due to the violent curve the bus driver manoeuvred. She turns on her heels and loses balance. Eyes closed shut for the imminent embarrassment and pain, her stupor further grows when the suffering does not occur.

And she finds herself seated at the spot the stranger gestured earlier. Cheeks now flushed red from the situation, Seoah manages to bow curtly in his direction.