#solo.mistborn

maybe she should’ve gotten herself out of this, surmised some sort of haphazard excuse to fester pity from those necessary and involved---but her manager insists, claims it’s an opportunity to take a step back and breath; he’s often found wandering into their dormitory’s kitchen late at night, witnessing her desk lamp still brightly-displayed through crack in bedroom door. mina lays next to her, sleeping soundly, whilst hyera silently persists away through dozens of pages of script for tomorrow’s reading, for tomorrow’s filming. for tomorrow.

there’s always a tomorrow; ahem, there’s always something to do tomorrow.

and in that regard, she can understand his sentiment, wordlessly express her gratitude in the nod of head and suppressed smile she sends him while stepping off company van to enter the arena; he’s worried, understandably, that she’s working too hard---can notice her dark circles growing gloomier with every sleepless night, her exponentially increasing fatigue and decreasing weight.

yet, she remains inarticulate, unable to properly explain to him that she’s okay, (surprisingly) agrees to the suggestion of such a time-inefficient event simply because of his pleading---for, as merciless as hyera appears to be, even she doesn’t have to courage to turn him down, to say no, to retort that she has better things to do than wait in the aching sun and running for some competition that, in the long, won’t even matter to her career---no, instead, she sits hushed, ever so often glancing to the side to him chatting away with other colleagues; sometimes, their eyes catch, and he laughs with a wave to which she meekly responds with her own.

is this what it means to throw away one’s pride for the happiness of the other?

because, as much as her manager’s company pleases---as much as he exists to be one of the seldom staff members in their agency she can actually tolerate---she doesn’t have enough heart to confess that she wants it; all her life, she’s wanted this.

a purpose, a passion; so many claim that money can buy happiness, but oh, how wrong they truly are---for hyera, a girl whose bank account could easily fulfill the dreams of many, has yet to discover one of her own ... until now---a dream, a goal, one worthy of striving toward with determined gaze and leveled head; to become a successful actress has undoubtedly become more important than to become a successful idol.

and so, it’s moments like these that remind her why she hates being an idol---for it emphasizes the act of her wasting time; because, believe it or not, ban hyera has work to do.