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“Oh you know that no matter who I get out of this club is always me stumbling along outside and the paparazzi catching up.” Sooyoung retorts, eyeing the friend she just ran into, “You didn’t even tell me you we’re in Japan! But then again, you should say the same thing since we haven’t seen each other in months.” Her laughter was prominent in between the heavy bass music, the beat drowning out her problems beforehand. 

The young royal had stumbled upon her former classmate, Kibum. Though they were only close for a short time, there was no doubt the two have connected through the advancement of social media amidst her rising unwanted attention. Her status have long drifted away from the eyes of her peers, looked down upon on for the things she should not be doing. Sooyoung found comfort to a few friends, him included. Doused with alcohol in her veins, dancing until her feet ached, and waking up in a household she was not familiar with. 

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it’s late, the bar has only the dwindling customers left; an older couple sitting aside, talking to each other deep in conversation and there’s a few others finishing off the last of their drinks. the lighting low and soft, wall-lamps casting their illumination towards the ceiling - she’s full of sweet wine and whiskey, happy in her glittering gown and dreamy in her intoxication. their night of catch-up was tying up nicely, but as per-usual, jessica’s rules were concrete. she was not to leave without at least one dance before the music ended.

it was roy orbison’s ‘dream’ that was playing in the swaying room, and she’d bullied him onto the dance-floor for their parting dance. her chin rested on his shoulder, eyes shut and breathing softly, humming along to the old tune. they were the only one’s left on the dance-floor but jessica hardly cared. like the queen she was, she wasn’t moving an inch without her dance and escort. 

“my dad used to sing this to my mom in the kitchen.” she ponders to him, their pace slow and easy in time with the music.