#247chaewon

@247chaewon

1 year ago

There is a certain level until where things are appropriate to do, which Yixing continues to breach on an almost daily basis. This time it’s stopping in the middle of a dance studio to unceremoniously peak through the small window in the door of one of the practice rooms and watch the young woman dancing inside. Spy on, is probably the word anyone would use if they’d see him standing there, tiptoed to be able to get a proper look, nose almost pressed against the glass.

And then she does this move, this wonderful pivot and jump thing, which he has never been taught in all his years of doing ballet, and he just needs to know it. So admittedly he only took ballet for about three years back when he was nine years old, but that is entirely beside the point. Because why anyone would not teach him an exquisite move like that goes entirely beyond him. (Maybe most of his enthusiasm about a simple dance move is his lack of sleep talking, but that’s beside the point as well.)

So what he does, right before his nose can actually start sticking against the window, is open up the door and barge inside like it is not strange at all for him to do something like that. “Damn woman!” The first words out of his mouth, enthusiasm audible in them just the same as he makes a widespread movement with his arm to include the entire room in it. “That was a beautiful move!”

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jonghyun did expect something like this would happen. at some point. but he’d expected that point to be a bit further down the line, not so soon after graduating with his bachelor’s degree. yet here he is, in a tuxedo, ready to make his own engagement official. how long has he known this woman? well he’s less than five minutes away from meeting her. what makes her the right choice? he doesn’t even know. for as far as jonghyun is concerned, she is not the right choice. nobody is the right choice because he doesn’t want to get married. or engaged. or even into a relationship.

having a girl in his life for one evening is about as long as he can manage. by the time morning comes around he usually hopes they’ll have left before he wakes, otherwise he kindly requests them to leave. he doesn’t do mornings after. he doesn’t do listening to their wailing and complaining either. so why in heaven’s name did his father ever think an engagement was a good idea? it goes beyond him. but if his father says it’s the thing to do, that’s what he’ll do. for now.

the girl he’s set to marry walks in. jonghyun lets his eyes feast. she’s definitely good-looking. his father didn’t get him the ugliest one he could find at least. it doesn’t change how he feels about the engagement, but it does change how he feels about the girl herself. the smile he sends her is genuine, interest sparks in his eyes.

if there is a chance he can take her to bed he will. no hesitations. regardless of the entire situation.

he bows politely at who he presumes are her parents, then a bit more flourished at her, keeping up appearances for his father’s sake. he takes hold of her hand and places a chaste kiss on the back of her fingers. ‘it is a pleasure to meet you, miss song.’ a real pleasure indeed. he hasn’t seen such a sight for sore eyes in a while, but can only hope that this one is going to be a little bit of fun at the very least. before he finds a way to break off the engagement, of course.

he guides the young woman over to the table they’ll be dining at and pulls back her chair so she can sit. part of him thinks of pulling the chair away entirely right as she’s about to sit down and watching her fall to the floor, but he decides against it. those are the kind of things he’ll be doing when nothing else has worked and he just needs to make her parents so offended that they’ll refuse to let him marry their daughter. for now, he just helps her sit, then takes his own spot at the table opposite of her.

all prim and proper, ready to have a normal dinner and impress the so-called future in-laws. the better he gets to know them, the easier it will be to find a way to cancel the entire arrangement, after all.

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Sun wasn’t necessarily someone who went shopping all the time but that didn’t mean that it was something she didn’t like doing. Now and again, she liked to spoil herself and she would buy products for her skin or accessories or shoes or handbags and only on rare occasions would she go for buying more clothes. 

It wasn’t easy to find things in her size...no, correction. It was easy, but it was usually meant for teenage girls and Sun wasn’t a teenager anymore. She knew that she needed to dress more her age, especially since she looked so young. It was a problem that many people faced, of course. 

It was hard to say how Sun had come across Moonlight, but she was glad that she did. The styles and clothing fit her perfectly, saving her the troubles of buying things that were too big and the fusses of getting them all tailored to fit her. It was as though the clothes were made for her and they were just her style too. 

Today was one of those days where Sun felt like buying some new clothes with hopes of maybe trying something a little different and made a trip to the famous store that had recently opened and entered. She greeted the employees who welcomed her and wandered around for who knows how long, liking a few things here and there before finding herself to be stuck. She wasn’t exactly sure what to get that would be different and suited for her.

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if anyone saw jae’s middle school photos, no one would believe it was him. he was short and had a scrawny built. his hair was cut by his uncle who would put a literal bowl over his head and trim the hair that overgrew the sides. his skin was oily and filled with small bumps. puberty was unkind to him. while all his other friends were growing to the size of trees, he was still the smallest in his year. 

during his first year in highschool, he was still the scrawniest kid there was, but of course, being in highschool only made it worse, he’d always be made fun of by the seniors. well not all the seniors, there was this exception. 

she was beautiful, he always sees her around school, her posse always following behind her like little pups. she had the nicest smile and her hair seemed to be made out of clouds, soft. but he knew she would never give him a second glance, after all, nobody did. 

one day, in the middle of his regular sessions of being beaten to a pulp, he hears her voice, sounding somewhat threatening or attempting to be threatening. she had seen him being bullied and had stepped in to ‘protect’ him.  she had mentioned something about her mother and the boys began to scurry off, leaving him and his busted lip alone with her. 

her eyes seemed genuinely concerned when she looked at him, asking if he was okay and all he did was nod his head, before getting up and running away from her. the first time she finally notices him, he’s as pathetic as ever. 

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The lady in Valentino dress and Manolo Blahnik heels might not be who she claimed she was; and the man with a dreamy smile whose sweet nothing meant exactly that, nothing. 

This part of the world was filled with lies, schemes, and ostentatiousness. People who you could be completely honest and open to are rare to find, so they knew they were lucky to have each other. Maybe it was because both of them were equally messed up in some aspects, Chaewon and Yijoo connected in ways that they couldn’t with anyone else. And what happened back in high school? It only made their bond stronger than ever. Song Chaewon was her other half. Always was and always would be.

Wiping the rouge lipstick off, Yijoo changed out of the stiffed formal clothes and slipped on her comfortable sleepwear. Walking to the kitchen, she grabbed the bottle of rosé that she had taken from her dad’s cellar last weekend. As she rummaged through the cabinet for a bottle opener, the idea of savoring the wine with another company appealed to her. 

It was 10 PM, she knew for certain the fashion designer had not hit the hey yet. Ecstatic, she threw on a silk robe, padded out of her apartment with the wine bottle and a box of macarons. Perks of living in the same complex as your best friend, you could have spontaneous girls’ night in any time any day! 

they wanted to ask you a few things regarding the project

the words echo in his head as he reads through the contract for the second time, making sure there's zero to no mistake. the brand had always been one of their regular clients, one of those few accounts that kyungsoo had taken care of personally. he had always been one of the brand's many patrons so it was only natural for him to take the account.

despite it all, kyungsoo had never met the ceo. more often than not, he usually have someone send the contract over for signature. it feels odd, he thinks, but he knows this should only be normal. he couldn't deny that the name rings a bell, though, but pays it no mind. he'd rather not go down that lane anytime soon (or ever). instead, he thinks of this an opportunity to meet the brains and pillar behind moonlight.

the elevator dings and kyungsoo straightens up before stepping out of the lift. the shuffling of papers echo along the hallway as he puts them back into the white envelope, still following one of the staff leading him towards one of the meeting room. the door is opened for him and he steps inside, giving a kind nod at the staff as he's asked to wait before the door closes again with a click. neatly placing the envelope on the table, he sits himself down to wait comfortably. he checks his watch. this shouldn't take more than an hour or so.

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taemin strolls slowly down the hallway, no particular reason to rush, kicking his feet out with every step simply because he can. he’s not trying to look silly, even though he probably does, he’s just a bit bored and he’s already overworked himself in his own practice room. sweat has matted his hair to his head, his shirt is clingy, and his chest hurts. just the way he likes it, he supposes. if he’s not in some sort of pain, there must be something wrong, that’s what his brain and his body always tell him, that’s what puts him in that dance room day after day after day, despite the bruises, despite the exhaustion.

and he is exhausted, but of more things than just his body. he sighs and looks up finally, spotting a dancer inside one of the rooms he’s passing. it’s getting late and the studio will be closing soon, not that that ever matters to him—the owner has given him an extra set of keys after he broke down crying, begging for them—so he wonders if she’ll be leaving soon as well. he comes up to the door and watches her through the small, square window for a few more moments, before quietly opening the door and slipping inside.

she’s lovely, he knows, he’s always thought so, something about her lines and gracefulness unendingly appeals to him. she’s beautiful and careful and even though taemin doesn’t know much about ballet, he knows enough to appreciate her form and balance. he should get into ballet; he’s heard it breaks your toes and makes them bleed. seems right up his alley. he slowly walks around the room to one of the corners and sits down to watch her, tilting his head and letting his blonde hair falls into his eyes.