*SLEEP SOUND
@247jh
her beauty, ‘purity’, divine pale skin doesn’t come from mere petty hours of sleep, don’t make her laugh. the trick is the quality beauty rest that follows the laws of sleeping beauty (although, kang seulgi’s visage is incomparable to the fairy tale-- as her’s is, well, better).
so when an obtrusive, good for nothing badgering music sound drums her poor eardrums. and the thing is, she’s let it off for perhaps, a good gracious few minutes (which is long enough!) till her skin cries for rest and it’s glowy complexion she’s worked for.
banjeom apartments had no grace or acknowledgement for seulgi, how dare?
and here she is, in front of banjeom apartment room number (fucking) three o two, ears rattling and nose scrunching. scraping her poor, well cared for knuckles against the annoyance of a neighbour, sneer still on her face and teeth gritting, keeping her from mumbling incohesive, ill-mannered profanities. (not that she cared anyway, but first meetings and all that. our pretty pale princess has to be the bigger person, of course.)
she isn’t a frigid, bitter like the bitches she fostered her adolescence with.
foot tapping against the third floor of the apartment complex, arms crossed, finger tapping at her inner elbow. the bellowing of music still raging into the night and here she is, doing justice.
