⭑⭑ bad idea ˟
“surprised to see you here, timmy,” serena says, almost as if she’s announcing her presence as she leisurely makes her way towards taeho. the simper that spreads across cherry glossed lips reads amusement with a hint of something vulturous, but at this point she feels as if that’s a natural part of their dynamic -- if you could even call it that. still, she finds it down right entertaining to find kwon taeho out of all people donned in a sad excuse for a toga hovering near the bar at a toga party. he came off as the type that was above anything that consists of a good time ( definition pending ), and serena tells herself that’s one of the main reasons that she found herself beside him now; turning so her body is facing the main gathering before them, elbows resting upon the counter top behind her. it’s that, and boredom -- the only reasons why she’s there, uh huh. it has nothing to do with the annoying gravitation she’s felt towards him since that night in the lake, something that still burns slightly ( despite the humiliating interruption ) which has caused her to act out in ways that would all be worth it if she got to see taeho sweat just a little. sometimes it was a hit, sometimes a miss.
she likes to think that she wouldn’t miss anything tonight with the last minute costume she picked up that barely passes for a toga. it most likely doesn’t, but it’s obvious that she was let in anyways because she fills it out rather nicely.
“you borrow your mom’s bath towel for your outfit today, hm?” and it isn’t long before the provoking starts, cup filled with whatever toxic concoction the cinth’s made is used to cover up the way her mouth twists with her stupid joke, brim concealing her amusement easily while she takes a sip. her need to throw jabs at him is probably the only stronger feeling than the itch she has for him at the moment, one that was much too powerful to ever stifle. that, and it’s not like she could ever tell taeho to his face that he looked much better than decent, toga or not. so the one-two punches keep coming, “no but for real, i didn’t know that you even knew how to enjoy yourself and not take shit seriously. i’m actually happy for you, y’know. what’s next, you’re gonna tell me that you actually have friends that you came here with?” and she raises upwards as much as she can within her heels, making a show of the way she gazes around the perimeter in search of these so called friends she made up,hand resting outwards above her eyebrows to help her. there is a point in time where she does meet the gaze of another guy not too far from where they stood, but serena doesn’t catch the way he gives her body a once over, too busy trying to sell her antics. “no? well, baby steps i guess. someone will come along that’ll be desperate enough to deal with your shit, i’m sure.”
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