#fcxvesper

hyuna’s favorite pass time, aside from killing people, was drinking. and she drank nearly every night she wasn’t on the job. some would call her an alcoholic. but she liked to remind herself that she could easily stop whenever she wanted to, seeing how she stopped at the drop of a hat when her line of work called. not to mention she hadn’t spent a dime on alcohol her entire life. pretty girls got free things in life, which was a universal truth hyuna had learned when she was still very young.

tonight was just another display of this rule in action. like most nights, hyuna had taken residence in one of the barstools at some sleazy bar. surrounding her were numerous average looking men, none of whom really appealed to her. but, they were paying for her to get drunk, hoping they’d get lucky, so she would allow them to hover around her until she found someone she deemed good enough for her time. hyuna cared about all of one thing when it came to other people: their usefulness. so if they had a wallet full of cash, hyuna would lead them on for as long as she liked.

however occasionally, if she thought someone was good-looking enough to be worthy of her time, she might just let things happen as they did.

and it seemed tonight hyuna would find one of these such men.

he was sitting not too far from her at the bar, sitting with a few friends himself. she had caught a glance of him when he came in and had decided almost immediately that she would see how far her looks would get her. she watched him sit down and waited a good amount of time, at least half an hour, before pushing her way through her obnoxious crowd of suitors, making her way over to him.

( ` if the creatures that were roaming inside the waters were more pleasant, yuji actually believed that this entire event wouldn't be as bad as the first one. but of course, the supposed fishes had legs growing out of them and were crawling around dry surfaces as if they had belong in those areas. the world, notable, was basically going insane where everything had flipped around so that the hunters had become the hunted. was this a punishment from god for taking what he offered without thanking him? or was this a yet another case where he was toying with his human subjects? the flood noah had to endure because of the vanity of humans lasted for forty days straight — there were no resting periods or a breather. it was straight punishment where he was confined into his ark with other creatures who experienced the same thing. this was, hence, another scenario of noah's ark. )

sura winces as she makes her way towards her personal favourite kind of eye candy, james lee. it's been an hour or so after the horrific massacre with her comfortable choice of footwear. the limping didn't fashion her either; the first day compromised of a relentless amount of cursing, running and crying. her hands turn into fists, these were her only good pair of Miu Mius.

she re-ties her hair with a slight limp that drags her right side down with no grace but it's worth it. it's worth it to her when she can look as pretty as she can be for james, it's worth it when she looks like the rightful queen next to the king, it's definitely worth it.

she arrives at his door and her angry frown and exhaustion diminishes from her face with a smile that beams with rays oh- and is she blushing? she sure is.  she tucks a non-existent stray hair behind her ear in eagerness and in anxiousness and knocks on his door.

hesitance was a flaw. hesitance caused regrets, sorrow, and even broken hearts. but it was innate human nature, wasn't it? there was no one in the world - dead or alive - who didn't hesitate to carry forth an action that would change their lives for a very long time, if not forever. surely, someone with a mindset like hers would know better than to embark on such journey that would write out a portion of her life. but ironically, it wasn't even like that. behind her constant emotionless expression was a girl hiding and tucking all her fears away into the tiny caverns of her heart, hoping that putting up a facade such as this would someday become the reality that she desperately wanted to grasp.

she knew, however, how foolish she was being by lying to herself. a facade was only a mask for others to see - at the end of the day, it didn't do anything for her. she was still living in a world where no one actually cared. her eyebrows furrowed together, her fingers curled to form fists, her nails dug into the palms of her hands, her heart was throbbing, she was letting go - "stop." the word rushed out of her mouth, the uneven breathing accompanying her own command. why exactly was she so nervous? her eyes fluttered closed and she saw it again. the replays of that day rewinding and playing, rewinding and playing, rewinding and playing - the cycle was endless. but she knew why she was like this - deep down, she knew it for a fact. jung yuji was just scared to admit it.

james.

her eyes opened again and the tension in her body relaxed itself, freeing her from the confused state that she had been in. at that moment, there wasn't hesitance as she pulled out her phone, her fingers moving across the screen as she wrote out the message to the only person who genuinely seemed to care.

(sms) is your class over yet?

(sms) there is a fan waiting outside for you.

(` at eighteen years young, kim yerim has a hard time staying in one place, the strong sense of wanderlust shaking her until she moves-- she has to. the school is a safe haven for her, and she never takes it for granted, but the young woman pushes through the front door for the fourth time that week and finds herself in the heart of the city, where the sounds of busan buzzes and hums to prove it's vitality and life to her, constant sounds that fill the silent gaps created by the spaces between her thoughts. this city is her childhood, home, she loves it here. some way or another she finds herself on the nearby university's campus, where the sun filters through the tress and change the contours of her expression, shadows and light masking her. she's never been a university student nor will she ever be able to be one, not with her bank account at zero and her penniless lifestyle, but a book tucks under her arm and she thinks she looks the part nonetheless )

(` there's a boy, just one in particular out of the flooded college campus that catches her attention. she's seen him before, tall, charming, hard to miss-- it's only been a few glances here and there, but she's never been a very forgetful person. he has a nice smile ) 

(` people say subtety is key. yerim has never been good at subtlety )

hello. (` a smile curls her lips, immediately sitting in the empty spot next to him on one of the quad's many benches. don't be creepy yerim, for once in your life do not be creepy-- ) I was just admiring the curve of your lips-- your smile, it's lovely. 

(` okay, or be completely creepy. she doesn't mean to come off this way-- her genuine words are meant to be taken that way, genuine. it doesn't always work out for her )

I wanna be reckless, wanna live it up just because, I wanna feel weightless, and that should be enough.

"go ahead and get started—i'll be back."

were the only words left behind before soojung found herself completely alone in the indoor pool--mouth wide open like a gaping fish out of water.

get started--

get started on what?

it was supposed to be a new training course -- supposedly -- soojung doesn't know in which or what way how to go about it but--it is.

so...

logically she should do something right?

awkwardly--as if she was under the scrutiny of an invisible (but important--given the weigh it has on her conscious) being--soojung shuffles toward the edge of the pool, opting to take a seat right before it as she tucks her ankles under her knees.

get started -- how should she get started?

idly, her eyes focus on the pool of crystalline water before her, fingers drumming against her kneecaps as she offers a bit of focus, a bit of power, to lift the smallest of droplets.

and a few million more after it. 

it's pretty -- that's her first thought, head tilting in wonder at the sparkling droplets floating in midair, heightened by the sun shining through glass planed windows, they look like jews. crystals.

soojung is exactly the type of fawning, (somewhat) superficial, and girly eighteen year old that would eat that up.

especially since staring at something breathtaking reminds her far less of another who's taken a part of her with upon his leave--

no.

that was a bad place to go to now, soojung.

a clang is what tears her away from her internal conflict -- panicking easily as she loses focus, gravity tearing down what her mutation had been keeping up as the room full of droplets starts falling -- soaking the girl from head to toe as she splutters--surprised and exasperated with herself.