#dearestsuki

      *   ☆  @dearestsuki​​​  ›  ˚  -—   “ c’mon, yeonhee, ”  she sighs,  head rolling back as she sees her three year old attempt to hide behind the slide, refusing to go back home.  “  if you don’t listen to me santa is going to give you big lumps of celery and ants for christmas and mommy’s going to make you eat them! ”  she hears a whine followed repetitive no’s as yeonhee runs toward her.  “ i don’t understand why you can’t listen the first time! you’re only making it more difficult for yourself, ”  lecturing a toddler who’s very job is to cause chaos and be dysfunctional.

‘ mommy, can you get me a broom for christmas? ’  chahee snorts, followed by a laugh,  “ a broom? you need a flying license for that, which isn’t until you’re eleven — ”  she’s cut off by another whine. ‘ mommy! carry me! my legs hurt — ’  chahee looks down,  “ i’m not carrying you! that’s what you get for not listening to me. keep up! ”  

she pouts,  ‘ mommy, you’re mean! ’ 

chahee pats her head for positive reinforcement.  “ we’re almost home anyway — ”  and once again,  before she can finish speaking,  yeonhee cuts her off,  running toward her parents setting up the christmas decorations on the front lawn,  ‘ grandma, grandma! mommy is a meanie! ’ 

“ don’t snitch!  i didn’t raise you to be a snitch — ” she’s cut off again,  not by her daughter,  but by someone else.  not because of what’s said,  but because of who it is.  she freezes, holding her breath,  unsure where to look.  “ yeonhee,  go inside,  i’ll make you hot chocolate. ” 

this isn’t how she wants yeonhee to meet her birth father.  well,  to be honest  —  she never wanted or intended for her to meet her birth father.

let’s have some fun, @dearestsuki

sure yeonhee is upset over the fact that she was lacking a date. sure, it let her be able to go to the dance with mabel and haeun, but she would much rather prefer going with someone that’s guaranteed to sweep her off her feet and dance the night away with her. hell, she could be finally kissing someone that she would have feelings for. but alas, she was here, forced to spend the dance on her own since her other friends were also off on their own. 

she wonders where haeun is, as she’s nowhere to be found. but she tries not to think too much about it in the meantime. 

she will admit, though she’d much prefer her “date” to call her beautiful with the dress she was wearing, she was still glad she got to wear something as extravagant as this. not only that, but she was overjoyed over the fact that she was able to take part in an event as exciting as this. she’s been to plenty of yule balls in her past, but it always excited her whenever the time of month came around. at the end of the night, she’d still be able to say she had fun at the ball even with the lack of a hand to hold for the night. 

when she walks pass people on the dance floor, she finds herself looking around her surroundings a little too much. she already does that enough as a freshman in the school, but she can’t help but feel starstruck looking around herself at the dance hall. all of a sudden, however, she accidentally collides into someone. it wasn’t too big of an impact, but it definitely surprises the hwaseong girl. she wouldn’t be surprised if it shocked the other person either. 

let’s lose our minds, @dearestsuki

tonight was rough. more than she had hoped it to be. after being told about forsythia and dowoon, all the girl could really focus on was trying to forget everything. ironic, isn’t it? to try and pretend that the news had no effect on her at all? that’s what she’s been doing since he had broken it off with her because of some old hag that had to point out the fact that she was far from the ideal witch he should have in his life. 

so rather than wallowing in her self pity, she decides to use those cruel words that the old woman had used on her to have fun. so what if she was an irresponsible person? who cares if she wasn’t prim, proper, and meek like many people want her to be? if she was going to be hated on for being herself, then she should be able to be herself proudly. and if that means making a fool out of herself while wearing this gorgeous dress, then so fucking be it. 

she’s already a few drinks in. some were the complimentary drinks that the volunteers offered, while the rest of what she had taken was from her hip flask that she had put in her bag. it’s an essential for fuchsia, as much as she wants to go on about how she most certainly doesn’t have a problem. she’s drank it enough to be able to have some tolerance for it, but still be able to have fun. 

    *   ♔    ›  ˚  -—   their fights always escalate.  the deeper they fall,  as the infatuation blooms,  reconciliation becomes difficult.  they ignore each other for weeks —  kitae refusing to give up his pride even for the one he loves.  and inha is left to be consumed with her own thoughts.  believing he doesn’t love her nearly as much as she loves him.  believing eventually he won’t feel any love for her at all.  she’s standing in front of his door,  reluctantly knocking before entering.  “ i’m just here to get my clothes, ”  heading straight to his closet to retrieve what she had left behind.  

his stare burns and her stomach aches.  “ thanks, i’ll leave you alone now-- ” 

‘ you could stay here. with me. ’

her hand freezes against the door handle.  “ i don’t want to be hurt again. ”  he doesn’t respond and that’s enough for her to realize her fears were true.  “ did you mean it when you said you love me? ”

‘ i meant every word. ’

    *   ☆ ›  ˚  -—   tension is a consistent component in any of their conversations.  the moment he utters those words,  she wants to cave.  it’s hard to stare into his eyes and blatantly lie about how she feels.  it’s even harder to see his heart breaking even further because of it.  she’s so good at appearing to keep her composure,  but rokhyun knows it’s a wall and a defence mechanism.  who is she protecting at this point?  rokhyun deserves to know yeonhee and it’s obvious it pains him to not be a father to her,  and yeonhee will only resent her later for keeping her apart from rokhyun.  as much as she tells herself she’ll be fine if yeonhee hates her for it,  she knows she won’t be. 

“ i — i don’t know... ”  she sighs in defeat.  showing a sign of apprehension for the first time.  “ i need time... ”  she breaks eye contact,  looking to the ground.  “ i need time to think — i don’t want to fuck up your life. ”  

    *   ☆ ›  ˚  -—   “ no, no it’s fine— ”  he raises his hands in protest,  but sunye places her fork near his hand,  nudging him to eat the dessert she had bought.  he takes a bite, glancing at her.  scooping another piece of the tiramisu,  lifting it up to her lips. smiling cheekily at her knowing she detests any acts of pda.  “ c’mon-- there’s only one fork.  the least i can do is feed you for being so generous. ”  nudging her just as she nudged him earlier.  and once she reluctantly takes a bite he grins even wider, his hand reaching to smooth his hand over the top of her head,  “ good girl, ”  teasing her further,  expecting her to hit him with the book resting on the table.