#rephly

“Today. It happened today.” A friend of Jungah’s who was a stylist for some company (she couldn’t recall, there were just so many these days…) invited her to watch the chaos of preparing for a set at a club. Jungah always considered herself a fairly early riser, but it was nothing like her friend who had been busy doing finishing touches all day. So she was wandering around, until he spotted him, and she desperately wanted to change the placement of this guy’s quaff. She hadn’t paid attention to idols in years, so she wasn’t sure of his name but he seemed older. What she did know was that the group was called K.A.R.D. Cute name, she thought. The lie she told about shadowing stylists starting today seemed to, at the very least, grab his attention. Losing her own friend to the madness of some other dressing room didn’t leave for much excitement backstage, but it did leave her a lesson to never work in the entertainment industry. This was too exhausting just to visit for the evening. “Do you mind if I… fix your hair, just a bit?” Pinching her fingers together and giving him a small smile, she prayed he would comply. Otherwise, she’d just keep staring at the back of his head until his group went off to perform.

the shiftless waiting had him internalizing, vision aimless and blurry though his eyes seemed fixated on the ground. it would be interrupted by the occasional sip from his bottled water, until after a while he notices everything around him. he was easy to style, and taking a peek out wasn’t a wise option so he would simply be sitting around for a good chunk of their time in the dressing rooms. even though he jumps up a bit on his seat, he doesn’t exactly get startled when this new face hanging around approaches him. it was just the silence that stretched prior to her question. he figures she must have been a temporary part of the crew for this specific event or it would mean someone messed up and didn’t get her introduced, in which case he would have to be acting as sympathy would require.

받는 사람: @bonappo보내는 사람: the oppa you should listen to

“how…” he swells with doubt and curiosity but pauses, because she seemed too out of it to make sense of the situation seeing as she had these claims despite how she’s actually still able to breathe, move, and speak: clearly and loudly at that. taehyung could point out and tell her politely. but for no more suitable reason than simply because she started him with the yelling, he goes on to question her. “how are you still alive?” hands grab at her arms, shaking her slightly then he calms down immediately, stone faced as if none of that happened just now. “you know when a tire of a vehicle moves so fast, you don’t even see it moving? and you probably won’t feel it moving either.” he snickers to himself at that thought, but then again he did tell her so when they were picking out drinks. no shit, it’s ‘energy’ drink aka the drink that contains stimulant drugs.

painted in his features was an expression of pure shock. then there’s sadness in his eyes, the brown too glossy. he made the joke expecting her to be dissolving into a fit of laughter. it was a foreign gag and he presumed she would understand the context fully, knowing well she had an easier time speaking the english language. somehow, he found himself mingling with these american kids more often than he imagined. he didn’t exactly mind ending up in such an unforeseen position but in a way, he felt pressured to conform. not so much that he wasn’t his usual old-fashioned self anymore, but more in a way that seemed drastically awkward and out of place.

he tries to say it over again loudly, hoping it’ll come across more coherently that way since he hasn’t really delivered the punchline just yet. now he does so proudly, as if repeating the question that prompted such a hostile response (though in jest) would turn the events in his favor. he was simply thinking he might have mispronounced.

“what did the korean father tell his daughter?”