#arcynide

“you can never baptize your sins. even if you burn them, it’s still embedded into your thoughts. you can think about it, because it’s not like it never happened.” she says sternly, looking down at the paper she was doodling on. “it’s.. not necessarily ignorant, we just ignore it. or try to. do you get what i’m saying?” the girl rambles on, continuing to draw random shapes like stars, circles, squares.. waste her time. clearing her throat, she puts her pencil down to focus her attention on him. fingers lacing with each other, placed on her lap while tapping her foot. “like i said, you can’t get rid of your sins. also, mind your own business.” if he hadn’t meddled in the first place, he wouldn’t have been pulled into the predicament that she had. 

“and sink their teeth into skin, rip apart others’ limbs and break their bones. i’ve heard.”

but how could the girl stay so calm? maybe staying calm was the best option. if she were to show any emotion, it would leave her open like a book someone had picked up at the library. easy to read, something that wasn’t in her book. she wouldn’t stand for it, no. course not. “so let them kill me, i’m not afraid to die.” truly, there was some sense of fear trickling at the back of her throat. he was talking nonsense. they wouldn’t go after a seventeen year old with nothing but a penny to her name, would they?

of course not.

she didn’t owe them anything, whoever ‘they’ were. a gang, maybe. for some particular reason, they were always looking for her. whether it be someone from her hometown or someone at school, people are always saying her name. yoo hyejung. have you seen her? i have to talk to her about something. about what? none of your damn business. 

tongue running over her lips, she puts down whatever she was drinking and then knocking it over. there was no reason for her to do that, the process of running away was painfully slow. hyejung wasn’t one to run away, why kill a girl they hardly knew? “so. you’re saying. a group of adults are chasing me because i’m a troublemaker? sounds like they’re the child, and not i. yet here i am, a child because of my age. and how old are these people, exactly? i know they’re not seventeen, that’s for sure. bullshit.” she sighs, her fingers intertwining while she places them on top of the table, looking up at the other.

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to her, patience was like a bomb just waiting to explode; something she had much too little of. thus, it never really came in handy during times of ignorance and stubbornness, and she knew from that moment that she might as well have just punched the asshole before he dared to judge the clearly exhausted woman.      ❝  so, you really think i’m some          wannabe bitch who’s probably          going to go weak once i’m          supposedly all over a guy? hah,          get the hell out of here. ❞

For what feels like the nth time, frustration and weariness overwhelm him and he sets the camera down with a deep, drawn-out sigh. “We’ll take five, dammit.” The English curse slips out so easily mostly because he’s been watching too much of those American movies lately. Shaking his head, he heads over to the table and almost downs the whole cup of iced water. This fever was killing him as much as this particular job was. He’s not even sure why he agreed to do this despite having no real experience doing studio photography for fashion. Kyungsoo turns and notices the model standing beside him, clearly looking tired. It makes him feel guilty. 

change of heart?