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A simple question that can draw so many reactions from her. Chaeyeong could be silent for a few seconds, think of how she’s actually feeling or she could instantly give the answer. This time, when the question is presented, she falls silent and stays quiet for a few seconds; not really knowing does she tell the truth or does she blatantly lie, not wanting him to worry.

She’s stressed, nervous and if her hands were on the table instead of hiding underneath it, everyone could have seen how she’s playing with her fingers to try to calm down. It was a wrong day for her to be social, the morning already showed signs to her how she should stay inside and not even think of going outside. Actually, the night already was a clear sign for her to stay inside and sleep. She’s surprised how there aren’t any dark circles underneath her eyes after the sleepless nights she has had.

“I’m good.” As soon as she says those words, she moves her hands underneath her thighs to stop herself from playing with them and she even forces a small, reassuring smile on her lips. “You? I see your beard game is still going strong.” And just like that, she’s trying to switch the attention from her to him.

          THIS CHARADE WAS OLD AS TIME. The wolf could practically taste her brimming tension, jitters easily hidden like a card drawn from the play, she’d done this before. At every corner of this world he found another almost as broken, lost despite a bought misconception of happiness having been achieved. Somewhat. Too many people were good at this game, pretense eaten for breakfast and swallowed by the tears telling the same tale. Was he to tell her she could confide in him? That perhaps whatever made her sullen so had no qualms with her bright future? No, he couldn’t know any of this. No one did. Such were the ways of this human life.

          HER STRESS BEGAN TO AFFECT HIM. Reminding gritted wounds that sorrow was just one thought away from collapsing, no matter how many inhales were taken, sometimes death tasted sweeter than this. He sighs ever slowly, exasperated almost yet concern overwhelmed foreign features, an inner debate still attempting to compress the words which truly wanted to be spoken. “Good, huh..” He states to himself, murmurs phasing into curls habitually tucked behind an ear and at her words, Kit instinctively feels the hairs close to needing a trim. It’s not that he wanted to ignore her, but ignoring what was truly going on inside her seemed like a worse choice to begin with.

          “Don’t do that..”

            「  song  : lost. artist  :  bangtan  /  bts  ---  vocal line. 」

( 송 ) “ LISTEN— tea is essential before i go out anywhere! just TRY to be patient, please. i’ll be ready in a second. i promise. ” nadine spoke into the phone as it was tucked between her ear and shoulder, her cheek helping to support it. both of her hands were occupied with holding up the top of her strapless gown as her housekeeper was helping her squeeze inside of it. it was in that moment when nadine decided that she really needed to stop eating so many croissants during breakfast.

she was getting ready for a fancy masquerade ball, and when she initially got invited, she immediately knew that she should ask her friend, chaeyeong, to accompany her. even though they were just starting to get to know each other, she was already starting to enjoy her company. plus, the fact that they were going to have their faces covered with masks proved to be a good way to hang out with someone involved in the entertainment industry with some anonymity.

once nadine was finally inside of the snug garment, she heaved out a sigh, dropping her arms down before holding onto her phone and speaking into it again. “ okay, i’m finally inside of this damn dress. i’ll see you soon! ” after hanging up, she checked the time on her phone and realized how late she was actually running, which ultimately made her decide to not drink her ever-so-important tea and quickly finish getting ready instead. she sat down on her plush mattress and put on her matching heels, grabbing her clutch from off of her nightstand and hurriedly making her way towards the elevator.

once she was inside of the elevator, she whipped out her rose gold iphone and decided to take chaeyeong a very important text– one that she should have asked while they were talking on the phone.

( sms: 채영 ) … are you at the venue already?

nooope! but i saw him on the show where hoya was and fell in love with him fkjsdfj

YOU ABSOLUTELY RIGHT!

DO IT WOMAN!

How to come forward and tell his best friend that he was alive again?

He couldn’t just show up on her doorstep, arms stretched out with a huge grin on his face, yelling “surprise”. No, he had to be cautious. He had already told her once before that he was… well dead, but she had not believed him; multiple “shut up”s was thrown his way and a lot of disbelief. Honestly, it had disappointed him, as he wanted to share his deepest secret with her as she had shared hers with him, but of course, something like that is not easy to accept for a regular person who will grow old one day.

God… he was so scared.

Firstly, he had tried to like a picture she had uploaded on social media, and he was pretty sure he had gotten a reaction as her next tweet had been a result of it. Liking that tweet too, probably caused her pain though, so, he regretted it almost immediately. Now that he had been living out in the streets for a few days, regaining energy after exposing himself to someone he also held dear, he stood in front of his previous home, rubbing his wrist, thinking of different scenarios he could give when she opened the door and saw him.

Secondly, anxiety boiled up in him even more as he reached out to knock on her door, frighten that she might close the door in his face or not want him around anymore like most of his other friends. He honestly didn’t know how he would cope with himself if she refused to be his friend again as well, at least he now had learnt that if you die, your friends with most likely not want you back.

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