#247shiwoo

[2016]

Yuri isn't new to tv shows but a reality show and being part of the panel was indeed new. She's used to fashion related shows but she's not one to show herself on national tv for such shows that she has no knowledge in. The producers kept on asking her to appear on the show though as she's one of the most influencial models in the fashion industry of South Korea. She's been on numerous commercials and her face is no stranger to magazine spreads. She's seen on billboards to tv advertisments and huge events. 

"Do I look fine?" She asks her stylist who couldn't believe that Yuri would ask such question. "Stop being so nervous. You can do this." Her manager tells her. For someone whose work is only doing photoshoots and commercial films, she has two managers. One male and one female, beating the idol groups who all have one manager to take care of them. "Yeah. I can do this." Yuri tells herself and nods as she gets up from her seat, coming out of the waiting room and walking behind her two managers who keep people from approaching her. As far as she knows, she's just a model. Not some celebrity whose status is far beyond the stars. 

Guided by the staff to her seat five minutes before the shoot began, Yuri bows to everyone else who will be taking part on the shoot. "Hi, I'm Yuri. This is my first time on this show. Please take good care of me." Tucking stray strands of her hair behind her ear. It's not that hard to tell that she's a model. With her tall height and flawless skin, she could pass for an idol but her styling and her walk says it all. The others greeted her and she shyly retreats to her seat, grabbing the bottle of water and taking a sip. She finishes her drink and notices someone familiar seated next to her. It's the handsome celebrity chef she always watches. Kang Shiwoo. He looks way more attractive in person and Yuri greets him with a wide smile. 

"Hello, I'm Kwon Yuri." Getting up on her seat and bowing to him before reaching out for his hand. A small handshake that catches the eyes of the camera crew who does some test shots on them. "I'm new here so I don't have much of an idea on what's going to happen. Please take good care of me." The conversation could've ended there but Yuri can't keep it to herself. She whispers to his direction, keeping their conversation discreet and avoiding anyone else from eavesdropping. "I'm a big fan of yours, Kang Shiwoo-ssi." Dipping her head into a small bow once more. It won't hurt to let him know she admires him and that she's a fan of his.. right? 

Still in a post-show high, Jaeyoon worked his way back home through the streets with a guitar in a case at his side. Performing was his life now and it made his heart beat with a passion. Being on stage gave him this special kind of high that he had yet to find anywhere else. He loved making music, he loved performing, and oddly, he loved walking home after a show. That night wasn’t particularly special. He had been at a venue he was familiar with, a familiar type of crowd. Six songs. A few originals and a few covers. His typical show. But there was still something about the walk home that always made him feel at peace. It was moments like this that he felt happy. As he walked home, he slowly shed the persona of Apollo. Confident, aloof, and even a little flirty. Instead he returned to being just himself. Just Jaeyoon.

He entered the lobby of the building he lived in and headed to the elevator. On the way he caught a glimpse of himself in a mirror and it caused him to smirk. He almost looked out of place in the nice apartment complex. His hair was long for a boy and styled in a messy way, especially after all the times he’d probably run his hand through the locks while performing. The black eyeliner around his eyes beginning to fade. The elevator doors opened instantly when he pressed the button, he entered and pressed floor two. In the quiet moment it took the elevator to reach floor two he considered what to do with the rest of the night. A shower was definitely in order but maybe then he’d work more on a painting or two. The numerous half finished ones he had laying about in his studio bothering him like a pebble in his shoe, an itch that needed to be satisfied. 

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2015 - very near to Christmas

There’s snow, which doesn’t always happen in December anymore, but Shinhye enjoys it. Not so much when you’re trying to get somewhere by car and the roads are blocked with layers of snow, but the sight of it on the roofs and gardens of the houses all around. Or the shine of it when the sun is bright yet cold. She loves the poetic nature of it all and the warmth she feels inside every time she is reminded of building snowmen and creating snow angels. Once upon a time, winter was a haven of all the good and wonderful things in her life.

Now that haven is no longer a moment in time, nor a season, nor a place. It’s a person. A tall, wonderful person who is so beautiful inside and out that sometimes it hurts just to think of him. A person who has been by her side for almost ten years, always there for her, always up to spend time with her. A person who has never failed her and never disappointed her. He has never even hurt her.

Once again she finds herself in front of his door, hesitating at the doorbell but then pressing it. This time she has alerted him of her visit, and so she waits patiently for him to buzz her in. The way to his actual apartment’s front door is easy, she turns corners and walks the stairs on memory alone. How many times has she been here by now? How many times has she walked the same steps only to end up in his couch or his arms? Their friendship is more precious to her than anything else. He is more precious to her than anything in her life.

But there are new emotions inside of her now concerning her best friend. Emotions which have only come to fruition ever since he started dating this girl. She doesn’t even exactly remember the girl’s name, which is honestly a disgrace considering he has been with the girl for a few months for sure. Or maybe it hasn’t been that long. Shinhye doesn’t actually know the details. She never liked to hear about Shiwoo’s relationship. She only knows it has ended about a month ago, a fact that made her feel relieved to hear. And further thinking about that fact is exactly the reason why she’s here.

Because she hated his girlfriend. Not the person herself - she’s never even met the girl - but just the idea of her. The idea of someone receiving that kind of love from him. Someone who wasn’t her. Shinhye became jealous. Jealous of the girl who took the place in Shiwoo’s life that wasn’t exactly hers but that she somehow felt like it was meant for her. Which is honestly the most cliché way to figure out you’re in love with someone, but that is how it’s going down for her, apparently.

Here she is, entering his apartment with even more nerves than the time she came to talk to him about his feelings for her. Does he still have them? She doesn’t even know. But she has them for him now and she can’t do anything other than be honest about it now that she knows exactly where she stands. Admittedly her first instinct when she finally decided to be honest with him, was to run over to his house, run up to him and just go straight for the kiss. On second thought that seemed highly disrespectful, especially with how he never tried to do something like that to her and she is not entirely sure of how he feels about her now. So she’s settled on the more talkative approach.

“Hey Woober,” she speaks with a smile on her face. She decides that no matter what he tells her, she will not let their friendship suffer from it. Just like he had not allowed his feelings to get in the way either. Smiling over at Shiwoo, she goes over to shortly wrap her arms around his neck.

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2014 - a decisive winter day

It’s been seven months since that faithful night on which Shiwoo stumbled into her apartment drunk to the bone. Since he’d confessed his feelings for her and thrown her world upside down. Since he’d fled her apartment in the morning with nothing but a text telling her to forget any- and everything he’d told her the night before.

Seven long months of mulling over the new truths she had come to find out that particular day. Seven long months of trying her best to pretend like the entire day had never even happened, but she can’t really. His words held too much meaning, too many things she just can’t pretend to never have realised. Even if she had not realised it until the moment he told her what she meant to him.

But here she is. Cleaned up, as good as she could. She reconnected with her cousin, found herself a new place to live and has started writing again, finally. All because of what he had told her. All because she didn’t feel like someone worthy of the kind of love he gives her. She still doesn’t, despite all the changes, and that’s why she feels like she needs to talk to him again. Like she needs to bring it up again.

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2010 - a dark evening in September

It’s been a month since she’s last been home. All that time with no actual place to sleep or call home. She’s mostly spent her nights outside or in saunas, using the latter’s accommodations to keep herself clean as well. It’s been a rough month and Shinhye has been wondering what the hell she’s supposed to do with herself, but she has finally found a way out of the mess. Well, into a bigger mess admittedly, but that is beside the point. The point is that she will have a house again, a roof above her head, a place to sleep and a certain income.

The point is also that after four weeks of trying her very best to not tell anyone about her predicament, she just can’t do it anymore. She can’t keep lying to her best friend, the guy who has been by her side since the first day of high school, the one who knows pretty much everything about her. To not tell him something important like this, she can hardly imagine how she would be able to live with that for any longer than she already has. It’s killing her every time she sees him, knowing that she is keeping something from him. And so today is the day that she’s going to change that.

Screw the contract she signed stating she wouldn’t reveal any of it to the world. Shiwoo is not the world. Well, he is to her, but he isn’t actually the world. He’s just one person of whom she’s entirely sure he will keep her secret. So she heads over to the familiar restaurant for her weekly visit. It’s the only day she spends so much money, just to get a decent meal and to be able to see him again. She misses the times when they would see each other daily, hopes that maybe telling him this might help them become closer again than they have been over the past couple of weeks.

Still, anxiety creeps in the moment she enters the Gosang restaurant, her eyes quickly taking in all the customers before she heads over to where she knows Shiwoo is. Luckily they already know her well enough in this place to let her pass, so she makes it to where she’s supposed to be with very little effort. Still, the biggest effort of all is yet to come. But first is the usual greeting.