#sgnyuna

he lost interest in the party hours ago. truth be told, seungho isn’t sure why he came in the first place but maybe he hasn’t learned anything after all or history is too terrifying to ignore and that’s why he’s here again with a watchful eye despite the drink in his hand. it’s an illusion in the end, more ice than rum, more lime and sweetness than the expected burn. was this really all there was? the same old thing, wasn’t it more exhausting? how anyone doesn’t grow bored, he doesn’t know? but he is sober after all and brows quirk as he chuckles under his breath at the thought alone. alcohol truly was a spirit beverage, but it’s long lost its charm to him. instead, he finds comfort in other things, other people, and speaking of which   —   

♡  @sgnyuna   |   “yuna ~ do you ever get tired of being yourself, sometimes?”

and this is probably something that she should not be discussing, shouldn’t even be mentioning whenever sian promised herself to move on from the events of seollal, tired of talking about it and practically exasperated of thinking about it -- but it’s moreso an aftereffect, something that came about when she reflects upon herself and her image, something that has been at the back of her mind for a while but has now come to the forefront. it also doesn’t help that she’s on her second peach margarita and she’s feeling level where she’s feelling so nice, giddy and warm, “i mean, not in like a super sad and depressing way where you wanna be someone else but like -- you’re bored with like, your image. you wanna change something up but it’s something deeper than just a new hairstyle or shoes.” because that’s the easy part, changing the material things of your image, but sian craves something more than that.

“because like, okay. i feel like right now -- you know how there’s those neighborhood oppas that are good at everything and stuff? i feel like i’m his cute little sister, and everyone sees me that way. and that was fine up until i reaaaallly thought about it. i still like being cute, but i’m a grown ass woman too! i wanna have some sex appeal, some kind of allure, you know?” she wants that je ne sais quoi that has people coming back for more, that keeps them on their toes with curiosity. and sian feels like ha yuna is the epitome of what she desires -- and she makes it look so natural, as if she was born with class when she came straight out of the womb ( and, knowing her background, that probably is true. ) in all honesty, she’s thankful that the girl has enough generosity in her heart to befriend someone like sian, even if it’s on the basis of sharing drinks together. it’s why she reaches out to capture one of the other’s palm with both of her hands, raising it between them in complete sincerity ( and alcoholic stupor ), “and you, my friend -- you are a god damn goddess in red bottom heels if i ever knew one, but you already knew that. like, even the way you pick up your glass makes me feel like i look like a baby with its first sippy cup,” and she bursts out in laughter as she releases her grip on the other, using a hand to cover the hearty sounds slipping past her lips.