#247sumin

@247sumin  

It was late at night when Bora was driven back to the house in Pyeongchang-dong, or as they call it, the Hoely Trinity Hideout. She didn't feel like staying at her apartment for now because she felt too lonely there, it was exhausting to be alone and lonely. At least when she was in Pyeongchang-dong, she has Sumin and Yoori. Even though, Yoori barely comes home early. That woman is just as workaholic as her but Bora was exhausted of dealing with life itself. 

She headed inside quietly, greeted by their maid asking her if she wanted to have dinner. Looks like even their maid has been informed of Bora skipping meals at work. Bora quietly tells the much older woman that she will have a meal later if she doesn't fall asleep right away. Heading to her bedroom upstairs, Bora slips inside without bothering Sumin or Yoori. They probably got a phone notification anyways that she has arrived at home, thanks to the smart lock on their door. 

It was quiet, too quiet, Bora washes up and dresses down into her pink silk dress, ready to head to bed and call it a day when her phone gets a notification. Deadlock. At this time of the day? Bora could only sigh but her curiosity gets the best of her. She opens the app, reading the blast she furrows her brows. Hanbyeol? What did this blast have to do with the man she loves and broke her heart? Bora listens to the audio and not even halfway through it, she drops her phone and gets up from her bed, the audio continues to play. Wide-eyed and in panic, Bora picks up her phone again. She knows who it is. It's Byeol, of course, but the other person in the audio, she knows it all too well, who it is and she can never be mistaken. 

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Red Alert: Stella and Sumin over here getting friendly and steamy! Classic lesbo Sumin hitting on her old bestie? Stella has a kid though, so you know she’s straight… right? #doomed

- Anonymous

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Of course. Of course, who else could it be. The only being who could pull off such a thing, the one and only Gossip Girl. 

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Sumin in a tent with Yoori and Bora? Wow, she must be ecstatic, it's every lesbian's dream come true! I wonder which one she's more in love with! Just please girls, keep the nasty-nasty to a minimum, some of us are trying to sleep.

- Anonymous

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{ Νύξ, "Night" is the Greek goddess (or personification) of the night. Her appearances are sparse in surviving mythology, but reveal her as a figure of such exceptional power and beauty that she is feared by Zeus himself. } 

@247sumin​ 

The word friend leaves a bitter and nasty taste in Wonshik’s mouth, thus causing him to not call the people he is close with, to be that. For example, Sumin. Cha Sumin who he considers as his Girl Best Bro. 

Often, Wonshik comes to her with stupid questions and sometimes they just drink and admire women from a distance without questioning each other’s sexuality. Probably because neither one of them cares. She’s been working at Lush for quite some time which Wonshik doesn’t remember fully. He just remembers her existing in his life naturally like it was destiny. 

Not in a romantic way. Wonshik doesn’t see her as that. He sees her more as a bro. A dude he can talk to and ask if his jacket makes him look like a pimp and clink bottles with. 

“Yeah, mom. Sure. I’ll check if I can take her to the dinner. Hah.” Trying to end the call as soon as possible before he goes to grab his drink again, sighing heavily. Why did he say his girlfriend’s name was Sumin? Why Sumin of all people? He thinks to himself while staring at the nothingness his life will become if Sumin doesn’t agree to pretend as his long term girlfriend. 

His parents are too conservative for him to just pick someone to pretend for him. Plus, he’s not good with dealing with women anymore. Unless he was taking them to bed or spoiling them with stuff, but Wonshik didn’t want any of that. He just wants someone to look decent in front of his parents and someone he is comfortable with. 

“Fuck it.” He whispered to himself as he grabs another bottle of beer for Sumin going backstage to check on her since she was done dancing by then. “Sumin?” He called out as he goes backstage, leaning against the closed door of her dressing room. 

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Jiyong had never been a big fan of appreciating nature as in fact he rarely had closer contact with it, since there were a few places he kept on switching between and on his way from one to another he wouldn’t stop his brisk pace for a moment solely to look at tress or flowers. Though the festival seemed enjoyable so far, what might’ve come as quite a surprise for him. It was mainly thanks to food stands but still. With hands buried inside his jacket’s pockets, he clutched on a pack of cigarettes in one of them. A piece of his goodwill told him to find a better spot for a smoke than somewhere among the scent of blooming cherry blossoms.

he sits down beside sumin without even saying anything for the longest time, not really sure what to even start a conversation about. he's not entirely sure if words or sentences are even a good idea right now, considering how sad she looks. maybe she doesn't think so, but if anyone at this school knows what sad looks like, it's choi fucking seunghyun. he lives his life in the realm of sadness, eats breakfast there and sleeps there. he wants to help sumin but she's been so closed off this past year, so many things must have happened to her.

he doesn't know what though, and he's not sure he would be able to fix anything if he did find out. he's not really good at anything, can't even stand to watch girls cry, which is why he's sort of hoping she doesn't. she probably won't though, she doesn’t seem like the crying type. they've only had a few brief conversations all year, but each one has been pleasant enough and he just wants her to know that he's here for her if she ever needs him. when she looks over at him, he tries to tell her that through his eyes, tries to let her know that she's not as alone as she thinks, that maybe his hands are really big and weird, and maybe he's not the most attractive guy in the room, but he cares the most. he puts a hand carefully next to hers resting on the table before them, wanting contact but not sure if she does. "you seemed lonely. i just wanted to tell you, you look really lovely in your dress."