Attention please!

there had been a stigma about slytherin for the longest time. thankfully, the times are changing and people are showing more interest to other houses besides good ol’ gryffindor. “the snake house is slytherin,” she says, leaning forward again, elbows on the table and chin resting on the palm of her hands. “you would totally look bomb in green and silver, unnie!” she agrees before looking around if anyone heard. then she leans forward, motioning for the older girl to follow suit and then whispers, “but you’re in ravenclaw, so be proud of your house!” she rolls her lips holding back a smile as she acts the part of a loyal ravenclaw student.

miyeon loved being in charlie’s company, it was always so light-hearted and she actually cared about the younger one. so making her laugh always felt delightful. but of course, miyeon being miyeon couldn’t keep herself from making snarky remarks and comments which made charlie wrinkle her nose. miyeon laughed cheekily: “crowclaw, ravenclaw, it’s all the same to me.”

but she didn’t push on further. she knew she didn’t really want to insult charlie’s interests or in any way actually hurt her. just because she didn’t understand her hobbies, it was still her little baby who she just wanted to protect. “slytherin;” she repeated with interest, the word slowly rolling down her tongue. she liked it. “it has a nice ring to it, kinda badass;” she winked. “just like me, eh?” 

[ . . . ]

     ❝ at least, i heard that some people use whip cream for their skincare. ❞ it’s wren’s quiet attempt at giving them a small positive lift in the situation. but she’s a bit embarrassed at suggesting this, so she ends up mumbling it out. then, speaking a bit louder, she raises the hand holding the towel. ❝ i’ll help you first. ❞

miyeon rolls her eyes in agreement: “yeah, true. and with all of the extreme training, you’d think we’d be prepared for everything.” she lets out a laugh, though her eyes don’t match it.

“damn, that sucks. i just straightened it yesterday.” she pouts, running her hand through her hair. “i really hope it won’t smell;” she commented, sighing. “i spend too much on hair care for this shit;” she rolls her eyes again. 

she laughed at the other’s comment: “well, at least there’s something positive.” she laughed again, but as before, her eyes didn’t match. she’s too angry and irritated. “and thanks. i’ll help you as well;” she responds, grabbing some extra towels for the girl as well.

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        “there are better ways of getting my attention.”  pride.  a little arrogance is attractive, and that goes both ways.  “your outfit’s doing a good job at it, though.”  it’s the same line he used with the other girl, but this time, it’s a bit more sincere.

      she’s tipsy, holding her sixth martini glass with a cherry in it. she draws attention and she knows it. occasionally it gets hard to breathe in the red tight latex dress, but anytime she catches someone staring, she forgets about her struggles in a second. she dances with a few different people, getting herself a new glass in between each dance.

       she can’t help but notice him. just like her, he’s dressed to impress and knows it as well. she tries averting her eyes and focus on her current courter, though not a minute passes by before she’s stealing another glance. he’s leaning towards a girl who she instantly recognizes. a feeling of disgust fills her stomach, was her for real?

       he catches her gaze and she can see his lips forming ‘darling’. that was what he called her –and now he was using her nickname on that whore. her blood is boiling as she, without saying a word, turns away from the dance floor and storms out.

[ . . . ]

“okay,” she begins, clapping her hands together as she looks at miyeon from across the ravenclaw table. “so, gryffindor values courage, bravery, nerve, that sort of thing, then slytherin, ambition, cunning, leadership;” she goes on, pointing to one finger after another as she recounts each house, “hufflepuff, hard work, patience, justice, and loyalty; and of course, ravenclaw, my house, not to brag,” she giggles a bit, still feeling the excitement coursing through her, “intelligence, creativity, learning, and wit.” she lets out a breath, leaning forward, big smile pulling on her lips, “so what do you think, unnie? which house do you think you belong to?”

this was the last thing she expected — a harry potter themed day. but what was perhaps even more interesting and surprising and weird was how much everyone was excited and enthusiastic about it. it was as if everyone was in this secret wizard fan club and she somehow never knew about it.

once she told charlie, the girl just couldn’t shut up from disbelief. how was this nerdy stuff so popular and howcome she was the weird one? she blinked, looking at the younger one in confusion. how could she even remember so much useless stuff? but then again, a small smile crept on miyeon’s lips as she saw how interested charlie was in all this. did it really made her so happy? ‘that’s adorable’ miyeon thought.

“okay so.. gryffindor are the heroes and protagonists?” she snorted, rolling her eyes. “they sound boring. and hubblepuff as well.” then she genuinely chuckled and ruffled her friend’s hair: “crowclaw sounds like it’s for nerds, but i’ll let them have a pass, because my favorite nerd’s in it as well.” sure, she remembered it was called ‘raveclaw’ but for some reason it was just too funny to not call it wrong. maybe she was turning into a dad with too many dad jokes.

[ . . . ]

The novelty wore off as training went by and before he knew it, it was getting dark. Yonghwa grabbed his stuff and was halfway back to the dorms when he realized his jacket was missing. Rushing back to look for it, he found himself temporarily alone in the room with one of the Legacy girls. His steps were quiet and she didn’t seem to have noticed him. If anything, the girl seemed more pre-occupied with the idea of putting more candies in her mouth. 

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tw : diet talk, eating disorder

     wren lingers in the washroom to stare at the mirror before her. most of the cream from the surprise prank has vanished, but some stubborn ones still stick to her bangs and strands near the front. she’d be better off taking a shower, but wren also couldn’t walk outside with white clumps in her hair. ( she can’t think up a possible excuse that’d outweigh her mortification. there’s no such thing as fake snow in october. ) so wren tries again with delicate fingers segregating her hair to the best of her abilities. at least she isn’t alone, eyes casting to the side to see miyeon ( @lgcmiyeon ), another trainee.

     ❝ do you need help? ❞ wren asks after a moment of silence drifts between them. the other girl is also evidently a victim of the cream cannon. ( she supposes through some twisted optimism no trainee was safe today. )  ❝ it’s easy to miss spots through the mirror. ❞

this whole week so far has been outrageous and the company was really testing miyeon’s patience. she understood they wanted to make the week fun, but somehow missed the point and turned the whole week into a joke. 

after the cannon shot towards her, her heart sunk and she was left covered in cream. she tried to act cool — she knew there was still a camera and even if it wasn’t turned on, she knew she shouldn’t be making a scene. she laughed nervously and excused herself as soon as possible and hurried towards the restroom.

she was shaking and her eyes were watery from built-up anger. as she saw herself in the mirror, she felt embarrassed — how many people have seen her like this? she quickly placed her bag on the countertop and started washing off the cream and her now ruined makeup. she still didn’t know what to do with her hair.

it had been a whirl-wind of a day. meeting up with miyeon and grabbing the last few items they needed to complete their costumes, getting changed and arriving together. ( but not before having a few snacks she provided. ) and when they finally arrived, sarang whisked them off to the bathroom. a final look over and any touch ups would happen here. she already knew her lipstick had become a little smuged. “how excited are you?” sarang finally spoke as she pulled out a few makeup items. sarang was, mainly so she could show off her costume.

“and i promise you little devil will be the talk of the town.” this time she shot a grin at miyeon. “the devil and jessica rabbit, i think we make a good pair.” especially because she could allow herself to relax around miyeon. but it was the excitement that really kept her going.

“beyond excited!” miyeon happily replied to sarang, the sexy jessica rabbit herself. they both looked stunning and she knew they were both going to attract a lot of attention. which in all honesty was the main reason she dressed the way she did  — provocative and seductive.

miyeon laughed in reply and rolled her eyes: “and so will you be  — lets be honest, we look bomb!” in her humble opinion, they looked better than anyone she’d seen so far. and she was thriving in the energy she and sarang had, both were confident and really looked great together.