#celkyungri

You know that little voice in the back of your head telling you when you're in over your head? Seunghyun had about ten of those on any given, good day and all of them right now were telling him that this was a shit idea. He didn't want to be here, he didn't want to do this, he didn't really feel well anyway- today was much more geared to staying in bed and watching Goong reruns on television. He just wanted to curl up under some blankets and forget the world existed the way it did.

Instead, here he was, waking his way through some second-rate psychic's parlor, probably about to waste all his money away just so they could lie and say that he had his mother's eyes. He never met either of his parents, but since they'd dumped him off beside a trash heap in an alley as a baby, he figured they probably weren't too keen on letting him know who they were. Or where they were. Or why they did it.

That was the biggest fuel for this fire inside him though, the "why". Why have a kid just to drop him off somewhere that unsafe? Why not just kill him yourself? Why not at least leave him at a hospital or something? Seunghyun was lucky enough (or unlucky enough, depending how you looked at it) to be found by someone and brought to an orphanage, but most days he wondered if he should have just died as a baby.

He stepped in through the parlor, nervously turning back to look at Kyungri who was following closely behind him. She was helping him out, as a good friend would do; moral support and all that. He was grateful but embarrassed at the same time- he wished they weren't doing this, even though they were because of him. "You okay? Is this okay? Not freaking you out or anything, right?" His eyes trailed across the walls, searching for exits even through the windows. Kyungri would keep up if he decided to bolt, right?

[ ✉️  sms ⇢ kyungri ] maybe if you stop giving me more drinks i’d stop.

The demon chuckled a bit at the message on his phone before texting back,

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One thing Yuri does, always be on time but never be the first to arrive on set. Why? No one can complain nor dares to, when it's Megan who arrives late. The girl wasn't just a model. Megan was a top model. She goes overseas to walk on runways and her face graces the pages of magazines that are known and sold worldwide. One of the most beautiful faces as they say. It wasn't a celebrity disease that she suffers, it's just she simply likes letting people know who they're working and dealing with.

"Hello, Miss Megan!" The staff greeted her. She was all smiles when she walked into the set, everyone in the room was crowding as she arrived. "I'm sorry! Am I late? I had to stop by the coffee shop to buy everyone some coffee." Bowing to everyone else and they shook their hands over their faces as they bowed to her in return. Even though she was still under fire for the dating scandal, it seemed like it was nothing. People were still confused if it was true or not but since she kept silent about it for a long time and a lot of photos have been released where she was seen running away with Chansung, most people deemed it to be true.

Her manager was busy giving coffee to the staff while her own crew followed her to the waiting room that she has to share with another model. "Hi." She says with a small smile to the female who was almost done with her make up. The stylist bowed to her and she bows in return. She was used to this scene, dealing with other models. Most of the models she worked with in New York made fun of her for being asian so in return she had her favorite demon friend Sunggyu to deal with them when they arrived.

"I'm Megan." Yuri smiles at the other sweetly. There was nothing to add there. Megan was Megan, that should be enough introduction before sitting down on her chair.