#araeont

Send me a ☡ for my muse’s reaction to walking in on yours undressing.

Jihye had woken up later than she had planned this morning, and therefore had gotten ready and made her way to the company’s building in a rush. Today was yet another photoshoot, with yet another model, but it wasn’t as though she didn’t like collaboration shoots. She enjoyed them quite a lot in fact, and honestly, she felt as though it was an easy way to meet someone with the same interests as her. Why not befriend your co-workers, right?

The petite’s tired mind was running a thousand miles a minute, and she could barely focus on one thing, which is how she ended up here, standing in the door way of the other model’s dressing room, the door wide open so she has a perfect view inside the room, including the male’s toned chest as he starts to unbutton his pants. It takes her sleepy brain a single moment to process what had happened before her doe-like eyes widen and she releases a loud, embarrassed squeak, quickly covering her eyes with both her hands and spinning on her heel to have her back face the male.

What is it with peoples and their tendencies to get lost? This is so far the second time of the week she encountered someone coming to her, saying that they was lost.

The first event made sense, since it was an idol whom lost amidst the backstage of the fashion show—but right now, it was just plain ridiculous knowing how she was out on the street on Hongdae but someone came up to her saying that he’s lost when his face and accent screams Korean. Is this a new method of flirting or what, she pondered? But having an image to maintain, Sungkyung flashed him a smile. Shaking off the bad thought and her eyes crinkled to form an eye-smile. Why not think of that and actually help the poor man, and extended one arm to pat his shoulder.

[ sms ]: did -- you actually eat it?

[ sms ]: and also was it salted? 

[teach me how to look cool like you

jealous texts

it’s late night and soojung isn’t sure why she’s awake. the next day is one she doesn’t has to bother with costumers, or anything but her own life. she could call up aster, or sooyeon, or even yeonhee and go to the movies, or hang out. who knows, get a cute date and some kisses? but her stomach is turning weird and her bedroom’s ceiling looks too weird.

the phone buzzes and it goes up her hand faster than the usual, much her eager to break the boredom. and faster it hits her: her mouth falls open, and she realizes she’s probably developing a nervous stomachal problem or some of that.

but she takes a deep breathe, purses her lips tightly closed, turns to her side and presses a hand to the initial problem, while her fingers deal with the other.

two minutes later she has her stomach down the bed and she doesn’t taste the bitter taste of sadness and things unsolved as a message is sent back.