#luxeras

“ - hey. “

“ - you still alive? “

“ - knowing you, i doubt you ever figured out how to get a new phone number. “

       CONCERN ran through her mind as her eyes widened with curiosity and fear of the text message that she was sent. she hadn’t given out her phone number to .. anyone, at this point. no one really found her, and she didn’t bother to look for anyone else. her eyebrows raised as astonished as she was, knowing someone she seemingly doesn’t know got a hold of her secluded number. normally, she’d be smart enough to ignore these things and leave her phone to sit, not replying in anyway. however .. this .. ‘ being ‘ knew of her, as they stated. it’s true, her number has stayed the same ever since she got a phone. it’s not like she BOTHERED changing it anyway. giving it out was a pain and knowing herself, she couldn’t hold a conversation well without seeing the other’s face. through a bold moment, she began to type her reply. 

       “ ( TXT TO: UNKNOWN #. ): who is this...... ” her reply was rather boring, filled with a question that she wanted no entertainment out of. straight to the point is what she looked for, not to let the other gain any humor from this, as she suspected, ‘ prank text. ‘ 

       her phone rang almost immediately as an array of messages began to pop up AGAIN. “ ( TXT: UNKNOWN #. ): - you mean you don’t recognize me? - what a shame. and i thought we were best friends. “ BEST FRIENDS? the moment she read those words, her mind began to travel back to her gradeschool days. were best friends, huh? faint memories rushed in; dirt castles, shoe laces, trains. yes, there was ONE she remembered. just ONE. 

       “ ( TXT TO: UNKNOWN #. ): best friend? i had no best friend. ” she decided to PLAY this little game, no laughter or humor. even if it was a lie, she would never admit it. she HAD no best friend, she never CONSIDERED HIM a best friend. at least, she’d never ADMIT it. anxiety ran through her mind. he can’t be, it’s not. this was a prank, it was. her lower lip began to quiver just a tad, just thinking about the fact that he may be back. five years, was it? it seemed longer to her. he can’t be texting me now. she had so much to say to him, but she wanted nothing to do with him. no, this was a prank. a prank those rowdy teenagers from the library where she worked somehow got her number, just to annoy her. somewhere, somehow they got her number. somewhere, somehow- 

       ( TXT: [SEEMINGLY!!] UNKNOWN #. ): i’m offended, taengha.

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taeyeon stands near the entrance of her apartment completely and unbelievably awestruck as she tries to assimilate all that lies before her. her eyes begin to wander down his countenance, tracing each curve and outline of his features until her gaze settles upon the beautiful bouquet of flowers in his hands. she did not expect to see baekhyun tonight, that is the reason why she was taken aback when she opened the door and saw him. as to why he would show up with flowers, though, she does not understand why. were they for her? or were they for a certain occasion? these questions and more were what occupied her mind when she tried to grasp this situation into a comprehensible whole.

so if anyone has an objection to his situation, jokes on them, he’s on a half scholarship. 

there’s no possible subtlety to it. no matter what angle you look at it or shine another light from another angle onto it, there is really no possible way. blatantly, bluntly and crudely, oh sehun is browsing through hentai titles in broad daylight. 

the composure he takes though, is a skill, profession to an art (well, it’s about not springing up a boner but, hey, it’s talent.)

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era's everything that kade hates. loud, flamboyant, nosy— the epitome of his distaste, everything that he’s not. where era thrives off being lively, kade prefers to stick to tight lipped smiles and polite handshakes. but there's one thing that keeps them together— their collective drive to succeed.

the judging panel sits before a group of bright eyed idol wannabes, eager to show off their talent, eager to please. he knows exactly how it’s going to go, having seen this far too many times to believe the guidelines they tell people they follow when picking out trainees (besides, he’s the one that came up with these guidelines; the mastermind, other judges merely his puppets in this whole charade). he’s talented, the fifteen year old, and more importantly, driven. enthusiasm unmasked as he belts out to a pre-chosen song. they play him down of course, nitpicking on an offbeat he missed and the slight off-pitch at the start of his ad-libs. his face falls. kade smiles.

anyone worth the oxygen in their lungs and not currently living in polyanna land will know that those with wealth and power all know one another. that’s how those fuckers keep the status quo –by kissing each other’s ass in mass verbal orgies within banquet rooms and elite dining halls.

except these two; they preferred the light the other’s ass on fire instead.

“fuck me, i’m a phony, and so are you.” era snickered back, “is this even a surprise for you, or did you just feel like suddenly airing out your love for me? or maybe you’re having some middle-aged identity crisis?” he didn’t have the manners of a blue-blooded snob because he was born as scum; what was geumhee’s excuse?

Did she really have the audacity to say that aloud? Yes. Did she even give a damn? No. Being able to speak the truth in a blunt manner was a blessing, and she was just vouching her right to do so. After all, he should be thankful that someone was giving him a reality check. “Fuck you?” Obviously she took the words out of connotation, but who cared? It’s what only fired her burning response. “Just because you lowered yourself to be some singer, doesn’t mean everyone wants you, honey.” And with that her teeth chattered against each other, trying her hardest not to just leach out against him. Her, a phony? Maybe so, but it wasn’t exactly anything she had control over.

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