#sgnemily

█ ▌ ‹ @sgnemily › 

 — [ ♡ ] there are certain moments when she will admit that she misses the feeling of alcohol running through her veins. she misses how light it made her feel and how all her problems would disappear after a few(try 10) drinks. though she never made a vow to herself to abstain from the substance entirely, she just finds herself flashbacking to the night when she almost went over the edge, and then that tends to curb her desire. so while she likes the flightiness of those nights, she values having full control over her body even more. 

he’d known his father would pull something like this sooner or later; he’s actually quite surprised it had taken him this long. rumors had been swirling around their inner circle for months now, starting from his very first public appearance with lara at the seollal festival. it’s been so long that he doubts this bit of damage control will even do anything to quell the rumors, but honestly, he doesn’t blame the guy for trying. (he does blame him, actually, but to admit that would mean to admit he cares more than he should.)

the gala is as gaudy and over the top as he’d expect from the elites of seoul, pomp and circumstance enveloping as soon as they walk into the venue, making the suit he’s wearing feel even more suffocating. the scowl on his face is evident for everyone to see, but anyone who’s anyone at this function should already be used to this expression coming from him, especially the guest he’s been forced to bring along.

once upon a time, he and emily had been at opposite ends of the field, not quite rivals but not teammates either, and he supposes that analogy still stands, but if he were actually being honest with himself, he thinks emily is probably one of the closest things he has to a female friend---at the very least, someone whose hustle he could recognize and respect. “i don’t want to spend more than an hour here,” he tells her, tugging on his cuff links as they proceed further into the venue. “let’s just make our rounds and go.”