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“Yeah, but they didn’t actually believe us! Or they believed us too much …” She laughed shaking her head. “We had to run out of there to avoid making out in front of them.” Though if she were being honest, she really wouldn’t have minded making out with there other. “I’m glad we finally get to hang out somewhere other than a drunken club though. Now I can actually get to know my fake girlfriend.”

Insane: I’ll write my character is insane inside asylum and yours is the doctor, vice versa 

He laid on his bed, wrists and ankles sore from the restraints that they had put on him the day prior. Aiden sighed, letting his eyes flutter close. How had he let things spiral out of control like that, he had always prided himself in being in control, but the way she spoke, the way the doctor had spoken to him the previous day had pushed him over the edge, made him a person that he didn’t like to show, the reason he was in here in the first place. It was not like he attacked her — well, not yet at least. 

She had asked him questions, questions that he knew deep down he knew the answers to, but refused to acknowledge. Painful memories that he didn’t want to dig up and resurfaced, and it broke his usual facade of nonchalance. Aiden had always been good at manipulating people, getting them to do things for him while making it seem like they were doing it for themselves. That was how he got by, and that was also the reason he was housed there, locked up and away from the eye of the public. But no, he wouldn’t make the same mistake twice, he assured himself over the loud, hysterical screaming from the room down the hall. 

Send an “Ѡ” for my muse’s reaction to being sent accidental nudes.

A quiet ping fills the once silent room and Aiden finds himself groaning, hoping it wasn’t anything work related. He had finally gotten some free time off and curling up to a book like he had planned to sounded perfect. Nonetheless, he couldn’t ignore the notification and soon he’s picking up his phone and swiping at it.

The picture that he sees catches him off guard, as his eyebrows furrow. Was this some kind of joke? Aiden tilts his head and stares at it in amusement before tapping out a reply.

[mssg → unknown] I think you have the wrong number.

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— {★} — Summer, to most, was a time of good memories. The sun shined bright above, the days offered endless opportunities – but that wasn’t the case for Euijin. The summer that came about was filled with nothing but rehearsals, training, and practice. There was little to no time for her to go back home in Gwangju to be with those that she missed. Her group’s comeback was in full speed by then. Only a few hours of sleep was given to her each day as most music shows required for their artists to be there for recordings as early as six in the morning. Stressed pile on like no other. With the finishing of her latest variety show that focused on celebrities that could play instruments so as to perform at an orchestra, her exhaustion easily caught up. The six other girls in her group all had their own strong opinions on a daily basis – arguments were easy to come by. 

                    That night, Euijin had about just enough of everything. Her emotional capacity was at it’s limits with the help of all the stress competing to win her over. Storming out of the company building down in Namsan, she mindlessly headed for the famed Tower in the area. A shower of rain continuously poured, but with nothing but a fazed mind, she trudged on.