ʟᴇs ᴄᴀʀᴏᴛᴛᴇs sᴏɴᴛ ᴄᴜɪᴛᴇs.

A flash momentarily blinded the female’s perception. It was without warning, a circumstance beneficial to the male beside she. Both parties were aware of how the situation would’ve resulted if she had any say. After the photographer bid the two a selfish farewell, she immediately dropped the tepid grasp on his forearm, leaving him behind with an aura of poised vexation. It was no surprise that someone as reserved as she would have little to say as she filed her way through the crowd of patrons. Cordial Greetings. Chopped Smiles. Curt Bows. The greater the distance she could establish between herself and the attention of the event’s “publicity aspect", she presumed to be the better. His motives seemed to contrast. 

❝What selections of Brandy do you carry? — and please, don’t refer me to any cognacs. I’m in the mood for something of Spanish descent,❞ she advised the bartender upon seating herself on one of the counter’s complementary leather stools. ❝Don’t misunderstand me — I’m an avid fan of Remy Martin,❞ she now directed at the fellow heir, her countenance only a minuscule plush than prior. ❝But I suppose we can all be a bit audacious tonight, don’t you agree?❞ She felt compelled to say something more, before she allowed the crystal class containing a luxe golden liquid her attention. ❝Force me into another photo op with you again, and I promise to rid you of your entire existence.❞

☂          HE SAT ADJACENT TO HER WHEREABOUTS, honeyed orbs upon the liquor that the booth exhibits whilst she speaks, a grimace gradual upon his tiers: he would have to beckon to his chauffeur, as he personally drove himself to the event; never drink and drive. His tolerance insouciant to her bias, ❝ I shall have what the lady won’t, a glass of Courvoisier— XO, if you may. ❞ he bids with a nod protruded. ❝ If they don’t house the said drink, I’d be quite disappointed. ❞ he reckons to his female counterpart, brows alighted in high hopes that she perceives the notion behind his subversive choice. Past the pair was the extroverted crowd itself, but Sangmin pays no heed to their actuality, as they were most a persona-non-grata in his eyes. The male alters his cufflinks’ whilst they queued for their hard drinks, much to his ado, he submits himself to the accesories' lopsided locality; moreover, the act of fidgeting with one’s attire was a habit his father scowls upon. 

Sangmin proceeds to converse, the glacial elixir now present to their needs, a momentum acquired whilst he encircles a digit upon the glass brim. ❝ So, Seul, ❞ the colloquial utterance of her name instigating a beam on his features, he was a year older after all. ❝ How have you been? Ah, and leave the business talk behind, let me know about you. ❞  His foibles were bare to the soul he accompanies, disregarding her hostility and its moribund context, but he retorts. 

❝ I would sacrifice a myriad of lifetimes, if it meant I could lament upon our photos, may it be candid or not. ❞ 

I am mad at the world, so mad that I can not express it clearly. I am filled with anguish, to a certain extreme.

I want to stay mad. At everything, at the goddamn wind that blows seeds, at the mountain so steadfast and prideful, at the crops that grow bountiful this season, at my self benighted as the storm rolls over.

This anger will soon unfurl to apathy.  

But let me remain blinded with white rage, no longer red or florid, but white. Clean and almost at its resolve.

I miss her so, and I can no longer hold her. That is why I am exasperated to my core.

☂           THE CHOICE OF SHARING HIS PERSONAL BIAS HAD LEAD TO THIS, a conversation inclined towards a sumptuous vehicle and its price value, the younger male quells the urge to yell fervently. Oh, his vehement French counterparts would enjoy observing him at his strain.  Sangmin’s latter input was in form of a query, as he sought advice about the sort of transportation he wishes to acquire, its particulars shared, it was only then when they delved into its worth; tangent upon tangent, here they stood, nearly arguing. ❝ And so what? Luxury is luxury, old man– wait, no you’re not an old man! Scratch that! But who are we to avoid luxury? Most people do not get to attain what I’m about to purchase!❞ hands gesticulating whilst he utters his rebuttals, ❝ So I am about to pay reverence to those who can’t, and will do myself an ultimate favour: buy the BMW. ❞ quick to append a phrase to his point. ❝ Look! It’s a car, I’m buying it, I definitely do not care if the media criticize me for it. I mean, we both know the media will crucify me for anything— you, too! Aren’t you an artist? Goddamn, and an actor, too. ❞

His charm did nothing for her demeanor. But inside, she was impacted. ❝Marvel,❞ she repeated, allowing the word to linger on the edge of her pigmented mouth. ❝Are you acknowledging flesh or marble? I’m not a statue, Sangmin-ssi.❞

She may as well have been, though. Even when utilizing jest and the chuckle which succeeded, her aura remained glacial. ❝I can’t speak for my entire gender. But, I suppose I’m capable of representing those of my kind — the chicest of them all, wouldn’t you agree? ❞

It didn't take long for the woman’s expression to adopt a scowl. Yet another night, wasted, at an event of sorts. Yet more bouts of vexing mingles and uncomfortable queries to come.

Seul hesitated to accept his request. After all, her father was hardly pleased with her these days, especially since the past week’s announcement. Her eyes roamed around the society of the upper echelon. ❝If we were to appear in front of our parents, I’d be forced to smile. Pose for a picture. Have an article written about us. Are you really trying to rid me of my verisimilitude? I’d much prefer you join me at the venue’s bar. Something tells me we have a fair amount of catching up to do.❞

☂           ❝ TOO CHIC, IT CAN MELT ALL THE WORLD’S TIGERS INTO BUTTER.❞ the humorous prose delivered with a  simper, quick to intercept her probable retort. ❝ Dear Seul, please don’t ask me how--- accept my compliments, yes? ❞ a hand lingering upon her lumbar, a chaste gesture to conduct his coy remarks.  Sangmin halts his rebuttal, discerning the lady’s aversion towards publicity and her kin, ❝ I believe I attended this gala for a reason. Why partake when you cannot evince the fact that you’re present? Such as! Taking photos, ❞ an index wagged north-east,  ❝ Camera. Hold onto my arm. ❞ despite his gnomic behest, Sangmin protrudes a limb to his peer, in high hopes she would pay heed to his insistence;  indeed, the aforementioned lens had acquire a photo from the pair. 

The mass’ thrum blathering inside the area’s vicinity, he was affable to whom his eyes lays upon on: a female, a middle-aged man, and so on, all clad in suits and dresses.  ❝ Shall we both have a drink while we’re at it as well? ❞ though he walks adjacent to the woman, due to the plethora of conversing souls, her utterance was poorly delivered to his ears. A crown inclined towards her, nonetheless, he answers.  ❝ Lead the way. ❞

For, of course, seclusion with one of the nation’s most prominent women was always an ideal circumstance.

// Since this blog has gained recent followers, I have decided to put up some basic & factual information about Sangmin, just some information you can link to your own muse to make interactions easier!

He is about to graduate from SNU (Seoul National University), and is currently majoring in Architecture, he is rumoured to have one of the highest average in his department. He is on his fourth year of university.

[ THIS is a facet I haven’t touched based on yet! And it would be nice to explore Sangmin’s education, keep in mind that he is probably well known inside the campus as well. ]

He is one-fourths French, he speaks fluent French as well.

[ YES, I know, race-bending, but to be quite fair on my faceclaim’s part, he does not resemble the average Korean: narrow eyes and nose, petite and well-rounded facial structure, etc. No, I am not stereotyping, my muse just doesn’t look Korean AT ALL. ]

He is an heir to one of South Korea’s largest construction empire.

Due to the projects his father has given to him, and the fact that he is one of the largest shareholders of the company, Sangmin is often submerged in work+corporal matters. 

[ SANGMIN ISN'T ALWAYS FREE TO APPROACH! He cannot wander and “hang out” just because he feels like it. There will be times where he’s absent due to either work or university, and the intervals in between comes in sparsely. This makes this muse a tad bit realistic and genuine. ]

[HEADCANON] He was given the title of “South Korea’s Most Electrifying Bachelor”, and he is a public figure.

❝ But wasn't the camera meant to capture the reality paintings couldn't? ❞

Much to his dismay, she did not allow her countenance to falter — with the exception of stunned blinks, not even the corners of her mouth dared to give any indication of a curvature. She was rather blase to utterances as his, having been told time and time again she ought to “smile more” for optic-purposes.

She always withheld from complying.

Hooked to the corner of her mouth was an inquisitive finger, mulling over a proper response to his observation. Sour — was she acid? did her pursed lips resemble a citrus? The cork of a wine bottle? Her chuckle was frank upon the thought.

❝ There are a number of things you should refrain from telling a woman to do: the dishes, changing her attire, lightening the application of her makeup. Sweetening up her expression falls into this category. I hope you’re following. ❞

☂           WOMEN AND THEIR SET OF RESTRICTIONS,  Sangmin grimaces upon her defiance--- he does not exercise the act of rigid dominance upon women, but such the simple plead was discarded at its attempt to lighten up the lady’s mien. ❝ Right, of course, my bad. Most often than not, the person behind the lens fails to highlight the muse’s verisimilitude. How could I, Kim Sangmin, forget that? ❞ the rhetorical certainty saturated with mockery, a cordial smile quick to recur ❝ It’s nice to see you again, Yang Seul. It has been a year, I've yet to marvel at the woman you've become. ❞

She has become a lady, well-defined by a myriad of grandiloquent epithets, yet her acerbic disposition hasn't changed, nor has it been altered by a span.  ❝ Oh, no, please! Enlighten me more about the enigmatic ways of your gender. ❞ the male gestures at the corporal throng congregated just past the velvets, sparing themselves from the media-men’s focal; he and Seul advances to the main event.

 ❝ Shall we appear in front of our parents? It would bring them great joy to see us together. ❞

☂          ❝ EUNJI-SSI, HUH.. ❞ HE REITERATES, paired with a cordial simper, Sangmin outreaches a forearm, gesturing a handshake. ❝ It’s nice to meet you, Eunji, I’m Kim Sangmin. What brings you here this fine afternoon? ❞

☂          ❝ MY.. WEALTH? ❞ brows the odd corrugated upon his ebony pools, Sangmin questions whether the male was acting to the norm’s precepts— the casual query confounds the respondent. ❝ Well, well.. I am just as broke as the men on the streets, as I simply follow my father’s errands– but maybe once I’ve superseded my old man, you may come back and ask me once again.. ❞

❝ But first! Shall we make ourselves known to each other? I’m Kim Sangmin, but I’m sure you already knew that.❞

And for those who sent in the Obscure Drabble Meme: I’ll only be wring a few, and it will depend on which I choose (for some topics are better than the other). Thank you, that’s all.

        with the sleepy haze dictating his not so graceful movements, a few stumbles were found in his steps when making way to the washroom, already making the decision that he was going to recline against the wall while the other finished his business. telling him to wait outside was almost unnecessary because keisuke was going to do exactly that even if it wasn’t noted. his lanky body immediately slumped against the flat surface before sliding down to sit on his rear end to play games on his phone that he used as a light source. it was a great way of passing time as well as a lovely distracting mechanism from the darkness that surrounded his figure. before he could even press his thumb on the colorful app thumbnail, he jumps out of his position and hastily sprawls to get on his feet to witness the situation at hand. “what the actual fu– what?” with absolutely no strength to protest, he’s already crawling into the bathroom and settling himself against the sink cabinets. “i won’t look. hurry up and do your thing. better be the number one or else i’m fleeing.”