#sooahk

a couple of panicked texts was all it took for the youngest song to realize things were about to get interesting. today was going to be a turbulent day — brimming with drama and new developments that only a cheesy day time soap opera could fulfill... but for once, the morning soaps didn’t hold a light to reality.

just for clarification, this very eventful day had absolutely nothing to do with sangwoo. well, not directly. the spotlight was cast down on a dear friend of his, someone who couldn’t be less prepared for the plate of chaos her lineage has prepared for her.

retreating to his bedroom for the night, sangwoo sent a quick message to the poor victim of the day.

✉️ Text to: sooah 📝 Start Message…

hey, im gonna call u now.

flopping down on his mattress, he dialed her number. pressing his phone to his ear, his mind ran through the several possible twists and turns the day could have taken for her. maybe her newest project involved some raging lunatic... a change in roles or positions... no way she could have gotten fired... 

the call was finally answered and all he could do now was listen.

kyung has a love/hate relationship with mornings: he hates them when he has to wake up early and go to the office to do ceo job, but he loves them when it’s the weekend and he can sleep in and stay in bed for some extra hours before his growling stomach forces him to get up. most of the time, a cup of coffee and freshly baked bread can help improve his mood when he still isn’t fully awake to complete his tasks at the papercut building, but not this time.

the process of making the day more tolerable is interrupted by the unwanted visit of his father to his office room; the imposing door opens slowly, and from behind it he sees a smile that makes him want to slam that door shut against the skull it belongs to. the voice echoes into the room when his father speaks, and kyung has to focus way too hard on the words while part of his brain tries so desperately to mute the sound. but despite that obstacle, he can catch some of the words that make a frown form on his forehead.

a new editor. accident. our family together. your sister.

he takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, almost as if he’s in pain as he tries to understand the situation his father had just put him into. but before kyung can even start to acknowledge what has been said to him, the door opens completely and from behind the tall structure of his father’s body ( very similar to his own ), his eyes can spot something he wishes he had never laid his eyes on.

she looks like a porcelain doll, fragile and perfectly sculpted to be a princess, and yet kyung can see what’s behind the beautiful façade: a witch, green and ugly just like they’re described in the books. wicked, hidden behind the faint shade of pink that colors her cheeks.