#ftiseul

   it takes a lot to upset miyeon — to get underneath her skin is a near impossible feat to accomplish, even for those who think they’ve got her all figured out. the exception to this  (   and the exception to most things about miyeon  !   )  is, of course, iseul. while miyeon will never confess to it, iseul knows how to play her like a fiddle — he knows which strings to caress to get what he wants from her, and he knows which strings to pluck to get her blood boiling.

    it’s why miyeon can never get enough of him. there’s something intoxicating about someone who can toy with her as easily as she can them.

    the games they play, while invigorating and addictive to them, tend to be a migraine for those close to the pair — which, really, is only taewoo. as iseul’s best friend and a recent confidant for miyeon  (   she’d argue that she doesn’t confide in him, but there’s no one else miyeon feels comfortable enough venting to about iseul  !   ), taewoo seems to always get pulled into the majority of their bickering — and, unfortunately for him, miyeon has sunk her claws into him.

    not because she's attracted to him, or because she wants him  (   she knows he's already a lost cause  !   ), but because she knows how to make iseul tick, too. 

    when iseul shuts down her coquettish remarks and brushes off her open-mouthed kisses  (   after snapping at her for a simple question about another girl  !   ), she feels a flush of scarlet paint her seraphic features — anger bubbling in her chest, diminutive fists balled as she drops her arms from his neck, a prominent scowl masking her glossed lips. she remains seated next to iseul for a few seconds longer, until she decides to fetch herself another bottle of soju — manicured hands wrapping themselves tight around the bottle. she considers getting herself drunk enough that iseul can no longer ignore her, but she knows iseul well enough to know that wouldn’t work when he’s already acting distant with her. so, she decides to pour herself a glass instead of chugging the entire bottle, svelte hips sauntering towards the pair once she’s finished her drink — but she doesn’t take her seat next to iseul as expected. instead, she plops her frame down in taewoo’s lap — sharp fingernails dancing along his jawline as her arms link around his neck, a kittenish smile gracing her pink petals, peering down at him through fluttering lashes. 

 send 🌈 for my muse’s favorite kind of weather 

    miyeon doesn’t particularly enjoy sunny days. perhaps, it’s a result of her inner cynic — considering she’s not too fond of bright things, unless they’re luxurious or seductive in nature  (   like a bright diamond, or a bold red lip  !  ). she’s always found a certain beauty in dark, gloomy things. 

   or perhaps, the answer to her preference is far more superficial — she’s aware of how easily the sun damages her skin, and she isn’t fond of spending time outdoors. she has too much work to do to be enjoying nature — or whatever it is that people love to brag about. 

    that being said, she’s not fond of the bitter winter, either. she prefers a warm, but brisk day — a cool, crisp breeze balances out a humid day perfectly. there’s less perspiration, less melted foundation — but she can wear her favourite crop tops and mini skirts without risking quivering limbs. 

   send  💬 and my muse will say what they really think about yours

    raw and brutal honesty don’t come easily to miyeon — in fact, she struggles to place a finger on the last time she wasn’t speaking in carefully fabricated sentences and it’s even harder for her to think about the last time she showed her true emotions. she’s gotten good at manipulating those around her ; convincing them she’s someone she’s not — and convincing people she cares about them when she’s just creating these fabricated friendships to help her image. 

   so, when even one word of honesty spills past miyeon’s painted scarlet lips — it’s almost always due to the soju tainting her tongue. miyeon has never once let her guard down while being sober, but she hasn’t been around many people in the industry while under the influence. if there’s one weakness miyeon would acknowledge about herself, it’s how much of a fucking lightweight she is. she’s been careful about how much she drinks & what she takes when she’s around other people, ever since becoming a trainee at mobius — but there’s just something about iseul that always sends her walls crashing down. 

sms → "hateseul": [miyeon sent a video attachment!]

sms → "hateseul": thought you'd like to see this since you couldn't stop watching me dance at that party the other night

     manicured digits (  decorated with the most intricate diamond rings, gifted to her by her parents ; as a reward for her upcoming debut  ) circle around a chilled glass, cocoa-coloured orbs narrowed as she weaves throughout the boisterous crowd — irritation & frustration etched into her seraphic features, a scowl absorbing bubblegum lips. 

     under normal circumstances, jeon miyeon would have been the life of this party — flitting throughout the crowd & through conversations like a butterfly, returning gazes with flirtatious simpers sure to shake up anybody’s night — miyeon knew how to charm people ; how to play people, but tonight, she found herself far too irritable to even attempt to play her game.

     pearled incisors sink into a plush pink petal, nose scrunching in muted satisfaction once she locates the nearest exit. despite her attempt at a quick departure, she makes her exit in style ; curvaceous hips sauntering, head held high, lips curled into an irresistible pout — miyeon never wastes an opportunity to make an impression.