#honbees

　　　　　　　　There weren’t many opportunities like these ones, being able to bask in the hour of when there was almost the sound of nothing but the wind blowing through the air, pushing against the twigs and trees. the city was for the most part asleep, during this late hour he’d presume if not living the life of jumping from one club to the other to party, dance and drink then they’d be sleeping, thus making it more quiet than how the busy streets of seoul usually was during the early hour of the morning throughout the whole of the day. it’s the one thing he used to find to be so peaceful when he used to work a night shift job, life just seemed less fast pace when it was more silent. his eyes peer away from the sky, something that he’s slowly become more appreciative of during the years and returns his gaze towards the female seated next to him, just as comfortable as he was. ❝hm?❞ theres’ a raise of his brows, the after life, its’ something he’s thought about before, did it REALLY exist? jaehwan was atleast neutral about the whole look on it, he had a lot of questions and perhaps he’d believe it even more if he was able to witness it. 

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                  worry    warm eyes cast down to her favorite baker .  rarely did eunha come to her shop , so that alone was a red flag that something was up .  she should have noticed the way her aura seemed exhausted  —-   dim in life and the slight paleness on her features.  but work had taken her attention for a minute .  but with her words   ;  busied hands stopped at their track .  

“I can’t sleep - I’ve tried everything.”

- ; phrases that really hit you where it hurts | ( accepting )

It’s as though as the entire world has gone quiet. There’s nothing except the two of them, and everything around her spinning. Ara desperately needs something to hold onto but each time her arm extends out, she’s met with nothing but air. Her support systems are all absent, and she doesn’t remember when and how they had escalated their argument to this point. All she knows that it’s all a blur. There’s a mix of emotions bubbling in her stomach as she tries to focus her vision on the younger girl. A girl she often yearned to protect, much like an older sister, but that’s the thing. They weren’t siblings. Both of them had their secrets, both of them had lives outside one another. It was when those masks were taken off, when lies lay on the table that such a collision was seen.

The world around them is too loud and the blonde closes her eyes tightly to bite back the tears that threaten to stream down her face as bright lights flood her vision. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go, this wasn’t how she was supposed to confront the other. And yet here they were, booming music not reaching her ears but rumbling through her very core. “Fine!” Is all she can say – a shout that she hadn’t meant to be so loud. In order to be heard, she needed to raise her voice. in order to finally be heard, understood, emotions put on display, she needed to raise her voice. “Fine!” She’s louder down, eyes wet and cheeks glistening as her hands shake by her side. 

“It’s not like I really ever saw you, right? It’s not like I really knew you to begin with, right?” She gestures with her arms at the establishment they were in. A secret the younger had kept from her for so many years. A secret that hadn’t been necessary to keep. Had Ara not stormed into the club rather than spoken to her in another setting, maybe they wouldn’t have been in this situation. But there was no turning back now. “You know what Eunha? I would’ve been one of the most supportive of whatever choices you wanted to make in life, do you realize that? Run from your problems – see if I care.”

wb, ily :(

　　　　　　　　❝I mean..❞ he starts, the thought of being cooped up at home for the rest of his life really didn’t sound that bad and she would know his answer anyway with the way the male tended to stay home. a homebody will always be a homebody after all. ❝both of those ideas don’t sound that bad, it’s better than going out and getting blown away from the heavy wind, I swear you can hear it hitting against the windows!❞ he exclaims the last sentence, perhaps over exaggerating of how cold it really was but really, but going outside for two long might make them have the outcome of getting ill, there was always another day for them to explore the outside world together, enjoy the autumn leaves, play in them as people unrealistically enjoyed doing, these days it would be more for the picture for social media than actually doing it for the fun of it. they’ll go for a hot chocolate, keeping themselves warm but for today, it was a indoor kind of day, winter was definitely coming by way too quickly.

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“–– me?”

the question had taken her aback. she’s never been the best in dealing with… monsters, demons, whatever negative things are going on in her life. they’re too much of a hassle to begin with.

truthfully, leah is one of those ‘live in the moments’ types, only because she never had the privilege for that in her earlier years. restraint beyond words, that’s what she was, because her parents wanted her to have a bright future ahead of her.

her demons are something she’d never want to face. it’s better if they remain hidden as much as possible. exactly what are they? even leah doesn’t know herself.

is it her hatred towards her parents? that nagging feeling at the back of her mind that she ought to do something more with this power she has? or is it the fact that she’d rather repress and deny her feelings and fears rather than talk about it?

nah, that can’t be it.