#avndinner

the setting was brightly lit with the small chatter of many workers, sometimes just empty words to fill up the space of the air, sometimes whispers that are held back by a second but spoken so softly and quickly like fire on the tongue. the sound of a clack emitted as hyeri clicked her heels together, boredom and gloom seeping out of her with eyes staring distantly at the scene. she hated small parties. she hated these, small intimate things with people putting up their nice masks and coy words to attract others to their advantage. it was all so fake and boring. she heaved a sigh as she looked with disappointed eyes into the red of her wine. what she wouldn't give to be at home with a nice beer or something. hyeri only came because it would look rude of her not come to the company's dinner party and the excuse of needing to socialize with her coworkers.

twirling her drink glumly, her eyes scanned the food set by the side. with the wide ranges from prettily set up sushi to the fancy chocolate fountain even, only a fool would refuse this kind of assortment. and a fool hyeri was as she bit back her urge, the curling of hunger settled in the pit of her stomach. her fingers dipped into the white fabric set on the table as she eyed the delicate, lemon cupcakes sprinkled with colored glitter set upon a platter up high in all it's glory. it was calling for her but she turned her head in shame, counting the slices buttered toast she had for breakfast this morning. she never recalled counting how much calories she ate so strictly until she became a model. of course, when she had to be fit and slender for dance, there would be instances where she held back but a ballerina had to eat enough to have energy and hyeri ate enough that she was never on the edge of collapsing. but with this new occupation, she was surrounded by moving mouths counting how many days a meal was skipped, how many visits to the toilet will you have eating today. it was a contagion that spread like oxygen to fire. she scoffed internally, dinner? what dinner, i can't even eat. her gloom seeped into the pit of her bones, her appetite was wasted anyways. 

hyeri sipped her drink quietly, blank eyes that scanned the crowd. oh, isn't that.. his face sparked in her memory and a sweet scent that brought an unusual flowering fondness. who was that? that's the guy that works at the boutique she went to frequently! that was peculiar, why was he here? she remembers the quaint shop that she found interest in often. she went there regularly that the employees had known her name and they sometimes made small talk. granted, hyeri hadn't seen him for quite a while with her life being more busy, traveling sometimes to different places.

being a model, luhan has become more than aquatinted with the feeling of countless eyes searing into his flesh. in his peculiar world, it’s a very good thing to be stared at, gawked at, scrutinized and dissected beneath the magnifying glasses that are the paparazzi’s rapid-fire camera lenses; commanding the attention of everyone and anyone who dares to cross your path equates to contracts, fame, promotions, success. in this insane industry built upon the brutally simple, cut-and-dry principle that you must be the most beautiful face and pair of legs out there, countless gazes fixated to your thighs, hips, shoulders, and cheeks means that you are indeed a gem worthy of this elite, velvet-lined jewel box. by now, such a sensation no longer suffocates him like a noose looped around his slender swan neck; nothing can penetrate the innocent, rosy-cheeked persona that he dons upon his flawless features. luhan plays the mischievous cherub well, all sugary smiles and wide doe eyes… but turned edgy and intriguing with just a little dash of spice — hips swaying seductively, pouty lips curved into a half-smirk that suggests, just a tad, that there might be some claws to this kitten.