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sixth day of christmas: mini holiday meme🎅 / what would hyera ask for christmas this year?

it’s silly, isn’t it?---to ask a rich kid what they want for christmas when, of course, they could have anything they could ever want. she’s found it useless, the typical ‘writing down a list to send to santa’ activity that other children her age would do. instead, father would ensure she was up to date on all the latest gadgets and electronics and whatnot (more so flaunt his wealth than anything), and mother assures her wardrobe with the most fashionable pieces money can buy.

sixth day of christmas: mini holiday meme🤶 / who does hyera want to spend christmas with, and why? (also asked by @idjowi & @idyujin)

sixth day of christmas: mini holiday meme🎄 / if and/or how did hyera decorate for christmas this year?

sixth day of christmas: mini holiday meme❄️ / what is hyera’s response to being underneath mistletoe with taekyoon, on purpose?

sixth day of christmas: mini holiday meme🎵 / what song does hyera want to cover for christmas? (also asked by @idjunseo​)

                     i was mortified by the prospect of becoming hopelessly trapped in                      someone else’s story.                                                                                     — l. shriver ( @idsooyeon​​ )

                                                                     ★

ban hyera hates im sooyeon.

okay, maybe hate is too strong of a word--- ban hyera very much dislikes im sooyeon.

and there’s no clear reason why, rather, it’s a gut feeling, a natural instinct to visibly frown and scorn at the other brunette’s way when she enters the room. the way she carries herself---sooyeon, that is---just pisses her off, and the fact that it’s only hyera who seems to realize how despicable the other is ... well, that just adds a whole other layer to the ‘fuck you’ that she wishes she could tell her.

but with tonight, maybe that’s a wish no longer.

for with the recent turn of events (and the hushed murmuring to reinforce so), she masks the mischievous smirk tugging at the corner of her lips with the rim of her glass, the glint of trouble in her eyes with the glare of her cellphone.

as this, you see, is a weapon in disguise---the mass text messages, the unknown kakao accounts. the high stakes, the push for danger and risk. 

oh, hyera might just melt from the excitement.

because she already knew that this night would be one for the books, but rather under the guise of a drunken stupor and a slip of the tongue---but now, with any chaos she erupts, she can just blame it on the anonymous perpetrator in her defense of just ‘having’ to do it.

for she needs to win, and no one else screams ‘being a winner’ quite like ban hyera does.

and so when she scrolls to the bottom (for only pansies would idle near the top of the dare list), her eyes are immediately drawn to one challenge in particular.

red (5 game points) insult the person you’re closest to, in front of others

she scans the words once, twice, before she glances up and notices the perfect target just walking past, with her typical entourage in tow, too.

she laughs---silently, to herself---as she finishes her glass, places it on the nearby bar counter, before she tosses her hair over one shoulder and begins her trek. “oh, sooyeon!” she calls for the other’s attention. “are you busy right now?

                                in the best conversations, you don’t even                                 remember what you talked about, only how it felt.                                                                              — j. green ( @idyujin​ )

                                                                      ★

it isn’t that hard of a decision.

no, it’s rather easy, actually, because while everyone else gasps and murmurs in confusion around her, she just smirks---mischievously, devilishly.

because this is her chance, to do what social norms usually prevent her from.

and so she silently chuckles to herself, glances over the list of dares that glow on her illuminated screen before she inhales---contently, that is---eyes raising to scan the room as she shoves cellphone into her purse, rim of glass raising to the meeting of her lips.

then she spots her from across the way: kang yujin. perfect.

so she downs the rest of her champagne (given to her for more ceremonial purposes than anything) before passing the empty glass to a nearby waiter, heels clicking behind her as she makes a beeline for her target---conveniently stopping at the bar on the way, order not one but two shots vodka for that so-called liquid courage (not that hyera’s ever been the type to need it, no, but it’s always a nice alibi to cushion on) before continuing. and then she stops in front of the other, interrupting her ongoing conversation or whatever it is yujin’s doing to speak up.

“yujin---ah!” she exclaims, fake smile and all, as she moves to place her arm on the brunette’s shoulder. “we’re friends, aren’t we?”

yellow (3 game points) pick a fight

hyera doesn’t even wait for the other to respond as she just goes on, stepping even closer to the other female---so she can hear her loud and clear. “and as friends, you’d want me to tell you anything that’s on my mind so that there’s no ... hard feelings, right?”

and then she has to stop herself from smiling of glee from the thought of her next few words. “and if that’s the case, then you really have to know just how despicable you are.”

“that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world – a beautiful little fool.”