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âyes..â he spoke âiâm guessing you are mirae?â that was a great entrance and he wasnât going to not acknowledge it. âwhat was that earlier?â he asked with arms crossed âis that how you always walked into a roomâ he tease playfully. even though he didnât know her that well he would say that she definitely made it easy for him to feel comfortable - but still guarded.Â
âit was like watching those pro wrestler on tv.â byungho laugh remember to when him an his ex friends used to enjoy watching such crazy stuff on television. âall youâre missing now is like a theme song.â he joked. âI might need to record that for later. yes this is me bluntly telling you I plan on stealing those dance moves.â
â record away!â as soon as he spoke of recording her to steal her dance moves, mirae practically preened with the praise she had showered upon him. after all, there was nothing more amazing and admirable at the fact that someone wanted to record her in all of her amazing glory. â i donât watch pro wrestlers, but yes, you are right. i am the one and only--yoon mirae!â she crowed, finishing her introduction with a exaggerated flourish and a magnificent bow.Â
perfect.Â
that had to be one of her most splendid attempts in introducing herself.
sans the scattering salt onto minseok and well, amongst other doubtful things that she could have possibly done or said (wasnât her fault that she couldnât remember them all. there was just too many.)
â and please, steal away. but as long as you remember to credit me.â she grinned, a hand pressed against her chest as she glided towards him with a wide grin. â and no actually, this is the first time that iâve chosen to do an introduction this way. they said musical theater, and itâs always been somewhat in my head that theater is a little...dramatic.â she savoured the word lightly. âand besides, what better way to make an impression on you, whether itâs good or not.â she sticks her tongue out. â i hope itâs a good impression, though.â she tossed her hair back slightly, stretching herself out as she exhaled.Â
âsince you did mention it though, why donât you make a theme song for me or something? iâll be sure to use it.â she winked at him, clicking her tongue against her teeth with a cackle. âiâve had other ways of making myself impressionable and interesting but iâm sure--that was refreshing in a way for you to watch, wasnât it?â she kicked her feet up, stretching herself across the chairs as she smirked at byungho.
â now.â she held herself as commandingly as she possibly could whilst lying upon her stomach. â your turn, byungho.â she crowed, pointing to the floor. â come come, the dance floor and the introductions canât wait. introduce yourselve to me, just like how i did just now!âÂ
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âI mainly joined to get away from my parents and to be closer to jinseo hyung. they accepted me easily and well⊠I never really had to work hard for anything.â by now he doesnât bother to even try and hide that fact, knowing it would just come across as fake humbleness that made him look even more stuck up. so instead he merely shrugged his shoulders. âafter being here for three years though⊠performing is fun. I could see myself be an idol but I think being a model is⊠well itâs nice. it kind of combines what I like most. I enjoy staying fit regardless so thereâs no need for me to go out of my way to look great. it doesnât require me to put up a huge act of who I may not be and it also doesnât expose me to the public scrutiny as much as being an idol would. I feel comfortable with the idea of being a model⊠i think thatâs whatâs most important. kind of following into hyungâs footsteps would be nice as well, I think,â he tags on, humming pleasantly beneath his breath as he sways back and forth on his heels a little before moving along to motion the way. âare you on the run or do you want to sit down for a bit?â
âthen--just do it.â the answer was already pre-written, simple as how he had answered her with a soft smile and a firm nod, eyes aglow lightly with both something familiar that she had regularly seen amongst their family members--ambition.Â
it was a pretty sight to see, mirae contemplated lightly to herself, fingers gently rubbing against her chin with the lightest hum.Â
âand no,i absolutely am not running away from anything.â she completely ignored the fact that she was--and still is , currently trying to avoid a one particular minseok as she plops herself down generously, even before jinyoung mentions a single thing. after all, mirae was always one to act upon her whims and fancies, regardless of whether or not she considered the public opinion or general opinion of it. âi just bought myself a nice little drink, and iâd like to take my time to enjoy it.â she raised her straw, taking a wild stab right at the top of the drink, puncturing a hole through the cap and taking in a deep sip of her starbucks drink. âhm.â she hummed, nose scrunching at the overly sweet taste ( surely, they must have added a little too much beyond her usual requests.). she frowned, lifting the drink slightly above her head before settling it back down upon the table, half hearing whatever it was that jinyoung was saying.Â
ârather than following someones footsteps--why not forge your own path?â she raised a brow, rather perplexed as to why someone like jinyoung would only desire to emulate his sibling, in contrast to taking a pitch fork and carving a road out for himself, like she did. âforging paths may be hard, but iâm sure that someone like you would enjoy it.â her head tilted slightly, a cheeky little grin fluttering over her lips. âlike me.â she pointed to herself, finger stabbing right in her chest. âbut not that i blame you really. we all start from somewhere.â she studied her nails for a moment. âfor me, it was acting, and then it was my younger sibling.â her fingers glided over the sides of the chair elegantly. âand then my ambition grew, and there we have it.â she said lightly, skirting carefully over the topic of her and minseok having been barred in the past.Â
surely, he didnât hold such grudges against her for troubling his hyung, didnât he?
âand i hope you help me...ahem..â she cleared her throat a little awkwardly, almost glancing at jinyoung a little greasily as she rubbed her hands together, as though attempting to make a little plea. âwell, minseok isnât that mad at me, isnât he?â she crossed her legs and huffed, pouting. âiâd count you as someone pretty lucky.â she frowned. âa brother, cousins that care for you, and parent possibly too.â she vaguely knew of her aunts and uncles, though anyone from her parentsâ sides of the family always left a rather unimpressive impression upon her. (her own parents, were otherwise...even worse) . âyouâve got more than just all the time in the world, jinyoung.â mirae murmured softly, settling her drink down one more time to glance at her cousin seriously. you probably didnât hear much of my shit but--i count the fact that you have a choice in what you want to do leading up to becoming an idol as incredibly lucky.â she paused. âbeing comfortable is one thing. itâs always more than easy to be comfortable with something, but the difference lies in whether you desire or love it so much that your passion burns for it.â she tapped her fingers lightly against the table. âthat decides on the longevity of whatever it is that you want. or sometimes, even ideas.âÂ
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i mentioned this on my twitter, but for those not following itâtumblr has just made an update for tumblr for page themes. if you are using a CUSTOM tumblr page theme, you are now unable to SAVE any of your pages, because tumblr recently removed for â more securityâ the ability to have JAVASCRIPT in your page themes. (donât worry! your main themes are just fine!)Â
if you are using custom page themes like i am and want to edit it, you will need to email customer support and request for the ability to use javascript for your blog! it seems like we will have to do this for every single rp tumblr blog that we make since itâs done for every single blog both recently made and made in the past.
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i mentioned this on my twitter, but for those not following itâtumblr has just made an update for tumblr for page themes. if you are using a CUSTOM tumblr page theme, you are now unable to SAVE any of your pages, because tumblr recently removed for â more securityâ the ability to have JAVASCRIPT in your page themes. (donât worry! your main themes are just fine!)Â
if you are using custom page themes like i am and want to edit it, you will need to email customer support and request for the ability to use javascript for your blog! it seems like we will have to do this for every single rp tumblr blog that we make since itâs done for every single blog both recently made and made in the past.
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i mentioned this on my twitter, but for those not following it--tumblr has just made an update for tumblr for page themes. if you are using a CUSTOM tumblr page theme, you are now unable to SAVE any of your pages, because tumblr recently removed for â more securityâ the ability to have JAVASCRIPT in your page themes. (donât worry! your main themes are just fine!)Â
if you are using custom page themes like i am and want to edit it, you will need to email customer support and request for the ability to use javascript for your blog! it seems like we will have to do this for every single rp tumblr blog that we make since itâs done for every single blog both recently made and made in the past.
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menace mirae
to let the hilarity finally ensue, for @lgcbyunghoÂ
if there was something that mirae had in spades, it was her confidence in singing (even though it was a plain miserable feat of hers and hers only--to be able to sing every single key on the white keyboards of the piano, completely out of tune).Â
in fact, the actress had taken to spending her days of boredom in her own apartment with every single possible rendition of musicals: from romeo and juliet to the sound of music (needless to say, courtesy of her extra self, she employed herself effectively in all roles), prepped and arm with her blankets and cartoon pjs upon her frame. it had been something that she was intent on doing, ever since the announcement that they had to work on their musical acting.Â
surely, everyone would now see the genius that is yoon mirae, she thought to herself gleefully, basking in her personal satisfaction and imagination of her figure gliding dramatically across the stage, clad in a mix of costumes.Â
she grinned to herself, squinting slightly at the piece of paper that she had written upon her partnerâs name for the workshop. byungho. mirae squinted, a calculative finger tapping against her chin as she hummed.Â
there were vague memories of him in her thoughts--if nothing, mirae prided herself in being able to vaguely remember impressionable, hot young men, as many as there were in legacy. byungho dressed coolly, that was a fact that she recalled in her mind as she danced her way flamboyantly towards byungho, eager and ready to introduce herself with a majestic little flourish.Â
skip, hop, wiggle on the spot, bow.
she swept the imaginary hat off her head in a wide sweeping bow, eyes half closed as she smirked impishly up at byungho, whom she was now in front of, the clear confidence over that series of absolutely horrible dance steps shining as bright as the sun.
she gave him a fantastic, wide grin.
âbyungho, right?â
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the point is in the nails, not the person in the picture
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for @lgcxsnl , belated and chaos finally in the making.
it had to be some kind of apparition that she was seeing.
mirae was sure of it.
goosebumps rose over her skin as she raised the cocktail she had just ordered to her lips, eyes wide as she took another sip of her drink, a trembling smile upon her face as she fixed her gaze in the last place she had seen that tall handsome young man hover in her periphery.Â
next time. the next time laurent was going to do this--she was going to grab him by his ear and yell. even if she had been the person to puke all over his shirt the last time they had met.Â
the world swam slightly before her eyes as she took another dainty little sip, standing abruptly to her feet as she whipped her head around, almost sure with her tingling sixth sense that laurent was hiding, somewhere round the corner.Â
âlaurent--â she gritted her teeth in a magnificent smile, closing her eyes as she whipped around, hand to her chest as she swayed right in the same spot, almost nauseous once more as she squinted at everything swimming before her eyes.Â
hmm....perhaps, she was a little drunker than she originally thought.
â laurent~â she cooed, a sanguine smile of devilish thoughtfulness filling her voice as she swayed once more, exhaling alcohol in the same breath as she took another sip of her drink, covering her mouth with her hand as she mildly hiccupped. â please tell me that youâre--â she barely manages to finish her sentence when she finds herself staring at a pair of familiar shoes, and the urge to vomit overwhelms her once more as she bent over, heaving onto those immaculate shoes (with such precision) what had been the leftovers of her dinner and alcohol.Â
âfuckkkkk.â she moaned, feeling her stomach churn, cracking her eyes open to spare a glance at the person in front of her, a deep sense of deja vu filling her as she pressed her hand to her forehead and pouted. âwell...i guess..oops?âÂ
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and he was sitting with mirae, the two changing between telling stories to the kids, and they all seemed to enjoy it. then mirae switches over to something not as cute and calm. in a second hyoseopâs hand is smacked over miraeâs lips and he chuckles awkwardly. âwellâŠâ.
âwho wants to try braiding miraeâs hair? iâll show you how to do it!â.
                                    <3 @lgcxmiraeâ
when it was announced that they would have something called the babysitting services, mirae volunteered for this with a--perpetually sincere heart. after all, she knew that she was more than capable of taking care of little kiddos. her brother had been one for the longest time after all.Â
she remembered combing his hair, making food for him--surely tiny tots like those children in the babysitting services would not pose something of a threat to her. what she did not bet on however, was hyoseop being one of her many partners in helping to care for the children. she was more than capable of taking care of kids all on her own really, as sufficed by the terrible image of dumplings that she had been pinching together meticulously for lunch, legs spread apart as she squinted at the creature (that seemed more like a monstrous monster than a little dumpling sitting in the palm of her hand) that she was trying her best to pinch together, brows scrunched deep in astute concentration.
 her ears twitched at the mention of her hair, finally looking up from her job at hand, and noticing the bored stares of the energetic children, flour dotted upon her nose as she scrunched her nose at hyoseop.
â my hair? is your fe...interest for it coming back again?â she swallows the dangerous word quickly, turning it into a harmless one as she shrugged her dark hair over her shoulder. â why donât you do it on one of the kidâs hair instead?â she pouted, huffing as a young kid attached themselves to her leg. â iâm trying to make this....this--â she twisted the top of the dumpling together, frustrated little noises bubbling from her lips as she tried to pinch the dough together, bit down upon her bottom lip, a terrifyingly dangerous smile dancing upon her face. âiâm fine. this is fine. iâll eventually pinch that dough thing together.â she chanted, sucking in a deep breath as she tilted back her head. â iâm not gonna lose my cool and chuck the poor dumpling against the wall.â Â
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if hyoseop thought about it actually, if he used his brain, something which he didnât do often, he enjoyed the company of mirae. hyoseop wasnât used to people sticking around, most people came and left in the blink of an eye, and it was understandable, because who wanted to stick around to the most confident self-centered person ever? but mirae had been there for more than a month now, something people didnât usually do. and maybe it wasnât a friendship completely the two had gained, but whatever it was, hyoseop was happy to have mirae around, and he wanted to keep her around, not just to flirt, but to make her smile.
â oh, iâll definitely not be allowed in your dorm.â mirae couldnât help but chuckle at hyoseopâs tentative suggestion. â just like how i think you probably arenât allowed in mine? maybe they do if we keep it friendly-ish and nothing out of line, but perhaps you can try teaching me cooking outside.â she raised her brows. â i have the pots and stoves for portable cooking.â she smirked.Â
mirae didnât know exactly why hyoseop felt the need to know in a lot of what exactly it was that had made him memorable to her--was it pride? or was it just the need to feel needed? a little pang of understanding mildly surges in her chest as she eyed hyoseop with a slight knowing look, before grandly clearing her throat.Â
â that? thatâs for me to know and not to tell.â she grinned mischeviously in hyoseopâs direction. â keep on guessing, pretty boy. thatâs part of the fun in things.â she poked his chest lightly. â but youâre memorable to me, thatâs right.â Â
quickly ignoring his slightly flirtatious speech, mirae quickened her steps as they neared hyoseopâs work place, attracted by the quaint little coffee shop that exuded relaxed vibes--a prime place for one to relax if they ever needed to.Â
â hmmm.â she raised a slender finger, brow cocked as she tapped against her chin, ruminating lightly as she eyed the cafe, and then hyoseop with a devilish but knowing smile. â how much have you been raking in being a barista?â she teased him with a little nudge, a soft cackle to let him know she was mildly joking. â they must have had their business boom for a good bit, considering that they have a handsome face like you standing behind the counters.âÂ
she continued, a plot lightly brewing in her brain as she clasped her hands behind her back and leaned in towards hyoseop almost conspiratorially.Â
â so what do you think on adding me to your roster?â she suggested the thought on a whim. â i mean if we are to get closer, at least this would be a good point to start with. hobbies, work, whatnot.â she peered up at hyoseop interestedly. â i mean, itâs just a suggestion...â she trailed off, her bravado diminishing as the brief thought fades into doubt for approval. â unless you have something we could do that doesnât need us working?â her lips screw slightly into her characteristic pout, brows knitting together as she picked against the hem of her shirt.Â
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he doesnât have much to return to the half rant, half compliment thrown his way except a short shrug of his shoulders and a careless tilt of his head that has his bangs falling into his eyes. he straightens to swipe them away once more and is quick to step forward and announce his own order before swiftly paying both their beverages. he knows that regarding to age hierarchies heâs not supposed to be the one paying but with the chance of a reunion he wants to honor the occasion and do this for his cousin.
ânot much. Iâve been kind of just existing in legacy for the last three years so I donât blame you for never really realizing Iâm here as well,â he begins with a grin, knowing they werenât exactly in the same crowd of people either. âbut a manager from lgc agency approached me recently and told me to think about considering in being a model? Â maybe it has to do with the fact I got chosen to be in one of the promoted brands from the senior models?â rubbing the back of his neck he looks a little lost but happy.
jinyoung? a model?Â
the thought sends mirae into a contemplative state, fingers lightly bracing against her chin as she hummed, completely oblivious that she hadnât paid for her own beverage and already poised to walk away with it (neither had she noticed that it had already been paid for, obtuse and carefless as she was).
â hmmm.â she drawled, purposely drawing out the hum as she bought herself time with her own thoughts.â is that what you really want to do though?â the slight tilt of her own head betrays her own suspicion with regards to whether or not she thought that jinyoung kinda desired being a model.
â i mean ,you are a decent specimen, if you donât mind me saying so.â she scrunched her nose slightly. â i mean our family--look at all of us, all in the entertainment industry.â she tossed her hair back flamboyantly, with a smudge of arrogance. â clearly, thatâs a testament towards our immobilizing beauty.â she sent an atrocious wink in his direction, accompanied with a light cackle. â i donât see why you shouldnât go for it though.â the flamboyant smile slowly turns into a serious expression as she tiled her head. â in my opinion, you would make a fine ass model.â she leaned in a little conspiratorially. â youâre the type that all the girls like to see, smart,handsome, tall and cutely pretty. i mean thereâs a reason why i didnât continue modelling...â she trailed off, looking him up and down repeatedly (as thought that would tell her cousin that it was the fault of her height and nothing to do with her own personality that she had chosen to run from the modelling career). â but i wouldnât be against you going for modelling. what did you join legacy for anyway?âÂ
she leaned in, curiousity piqued.Â
â surely there was something that had inspired you in the first place to come here.â she blinked up at him, eyes wide and bright. â and please, tell me that the one that inspired you was me and not minseok.â she pouted at the younger male with every fiber and essence in her body. â iâll have to scatter salt on him once again the next time we meet if you say that he was the one that influenced you to join.â she whined, folding her arms. â just so that i can steal a fraction of his fortune. i heard that it works.â she sniffed, scrunching her nose up cutely. â but that aside, i think that whatâs incredibly important for people like us who live off our livelihoods upon otherâs adorations...is that we love and have an ardent desire to do what we want to do. so ask yourself, is that what you want to do? stand in front of a camera and be every girlâs wet dream for the month or two?â Â
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how do you choose who you spend your time with?
â by how much they actually do interest me.â mirae sniffled slightly, rubbing her nose as she fought off a mild yawn. â but anyone works. i donât have a particular criteria save for the part âinterestâ or âintrigueâ me. thatâs about it.â she lifted a hand to scratch her neck slightly, eyes half open in an almost bored yet contemplative expression. â they could be anyone from anywhere, as long as whatever they do or did is completely out of the box--youâd have gotten my attention and my interest to want to spend some time with.â she raised a brow delicately. â you know, just that simple a criteria. nothing too much of an high order really.âÂ
who is the most important person in your life?
â oh, thatâs a really simple answer.â she wonders if people really didnât pay attention to how many times she did mention her younger sibling. â my younger brother, as well as my cousins. but really, my younger brother. heâs such a soft, at times hapless little kid.â she pouts, dwelling on the memories of a younger minjae. â i mean at one point, he couldnât even tie his shoelaces.â her eyes started to sparkle as she talked more about her younger sibling. â and he was so cute that youâd die to meet him really, fluffy cheeks, sharp nose, handsome features--god, he was like the go to person for the âsonâ role back then when we did quite a bit of acting. the cherubic, cute angel.â she sighed happily. âbut yeah, heâs the most important person in my life. quite the surprise, isnât it? most would expect it to be our parents, but really, we only have each other.âÂ
if you were in desperate need, who would you turn to?
âno one.â her face turns slightly serious as she answers the question. â iâm quite used to being alone.â she adds rather lightheartedly. âitâs not a big deal for me to turn to myself in times of a really desperate need. maybe my cousins if i will? but i doubt most of them see me beyond that crazy cat lady that spoils her younger sibling and cooks a horrifying meal to eat.â itâs a self-deprecating standard that she sets for herself, studying her nails. âiâm not that important after all.â she admits. â and they will always have their own lives to get to. so why trouble others when you can try to solve it all by yourself on your own? it may be hard, but still, itâs rewarding if you do succeed.âÂ
whatâs your idea of romance?
â anything romantic! iâm a pretty shallow person when it comes to having to impress me with any romantic notions, but really, if weâre going to go indepth into what i dream of for my romance, itâs a simple criteria of someone seeing me as just who i am, as well as being able to forbear everything i do. from my little tantrums to my ridiculousness, theyâd be able to see through that and perhaps see to the inside, even if i guess that might just be a little too difficult.â she gave a light shrug and a half hearted laugh. â thatâs why i donât have any hopes in terms of romance. when it comes, it comes. if it doesnât last--then so be it. i shall fashionably accept my single-ness as a singularity that belongs powerfully to a woman like me. no woman needs a man or a woman in order to survive after all.â
how do you show someone you care about them?
â i make them things. just ask my younger brother. iâve made so many lunch boxes for him, and heâs literally eaten all of them?â excitement encases her features delicately. â i appreciate it when my efforts are appreciated, but i do try and help take care of people that i care about. itâs rare, since not many are on my list, but when i do iâll do everything that i can to protect and help them.â she admits. â so if someone ever attacks a person i care about, be it verbally or physically, naturally--i would stand by the person i care about first. their feelings matter over everyone elseâs, and i should always listen to both sides, as biased as i am, and as much as i will lean favourably towards the person that i adore.â Â
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one of the craziest of all of them had always been mirae. the female loud, boisterous and ready to enable them in the craziest ideas that would get them into the most trouble. heâd always been the fond and silent type, his eye smile a trademark as was it his only recognizing feature. thus he didnât exactly blame her when minutes past of them waiting in line of the same cafe, him just behind her to get their well deserved drinks in between hectic schedules.Â
the moment she clears her throat and addresses him, jinyoung has nothing more to say than just flash her his trademark eye smile, the one feature that would always make him stand out among other people.Â
âthanks nuna. Iâm actually taller than you now. even though I could never quite catch up to hyung.â
mirae couldnât believe it.
the last thing she had ever expected to be treated by one of her cousins--was with an attitude of an air of subtle, unconcerned acknowledgement.Â
almost immediately. she sank into a depressive silence, nose scrunched and hand rubbing her chin as she pondered and squinted at jinyoungâs eye smile.Â
ba-dump.
her heart skipped a beat, as though they werenât related and she felt something in her chest loosen because of a bloody eye-smile that looked so cute that it could almost make her swoon.
â shit. â she breathed, swiping a hand right through her hair as she peered up at him. â i never thought that youâd ever become or grow to become so deadly.â she sidled over towards him, rubbing her nose lightly. â man, how many people have you killed with that eyesmile of yours?â she clutched her chest almost dramatically. â i swear, my heart almost skipped a beat just now, just from you giving that cute dumb smile.â she whined, a pout slowly forming upon her lips as she scowled at her taller but younger cousin.
â and height is nothing to be proud about! just look at minseok, all height and no, no--â she was almost about to say substance or looks, but that would basically be making her out to be a liar, considering that minseok was one of the handsomest people that she had naturally met, as disgruntled as she was with him and all.Â
âanyway.â she continued, barely turning her attention away from jinyoung as she quickly made her order. â one chocolate frappe with three pumps of syrup please.â she manages to remember her manners, quickly shooting the man behind the counter a coy little smile, before returning to pout at jinyoung.Â
â we shuold really catch up.â she lightly mused. â so tell me, how have things been for you? any new jobs? gigs? minseok and i are probably coming back to work soon.âÂ
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hyoseop smirked, most likely he didnât just have the money to go to a theme park, but he wanted to invite her, for some reason he wanted to give her what she seemed to want from him. âyou got my number, right? then iâd like you to text me a date youâre freeâ he smiles to her, softly and warmly. âi donât think iâve ever been to a theme park before, but iâd love for my first time to be with youâ.
âyou can do those things with me you know⊠i think iâd be willing to learn how to give a manicure or pedicure for your sake, and i do work in a coffee shop, so i do know how to make you coffee if thatâs what you wantâ he doesnât look at her as he walks, but he does see her clearly, imagining how sheâd look, would she smile at his words? probably not, she doesnât seem to be surprised or that happy about any of his kind gestures. perhaps heâs just stuck to nothing, wouldnât show any special emotion at his words, he should probably hope for that rather than she gets as âexcitedâ as with the pinning. âmy day was fine, i havenât done anything specialâ how long has it been since somebody asked how his day was?âŠ
âwell, for starters--â mirae shifts a little uncomfortably, tilting her head to lightly match hyoseopâs gaze, a slightly self-deprecating smile dancing upon her lips. âmaybe perhaps a lot of people have heard unsavoury things about me.â a wisp of a whimsical smile turned her smile slightly upwards. âi know what people say about me.â her eyes shift, adjusting her weight slightly. âi act out, am too loud, too weird--or the best, iâm crazy.â she chuckled. â iâm sure you wouldnât want to date me too after hearing that i kicked my ex in the balls with 5 inch heels.â she leaned in conspiratorially, the self-deprecating smile turning into that of a light smirk. Â
surprise etches her features at his words, just a blossom of mild affection blooms in her chest at his apparent desire to demand nothing from her and fully accept her just as she was in return.
âthatâs nice.â she finishes quietly with a nod, keeping her mouth shut over how she truly felt seen for the first time in a long while, quickly turning her eyes towards the horizon as a faint blush tints her cheeks. ânot many people say that to me.â it was why she always never failed to be herself--if others expected things of her and told her how to expect things of herself, it was a definite thing that she was going to do it completely--the other way.Â
that was who mirae was, after more than a few decades of being under someone elseâs watchful eyes.Â
âyouâve already made yourself memorable.â she murmurs, finally turning to face him as she notices his slight nervousness--the joking tone that slides into place to mask his slight terror and fear--of what exactly, she truly didnât know. but he needed reassurance, and if it was something that she could give, she would gladly do so. âto me at least.â she pokes him in the chest. âand iâm not as popular as you think i am.â she watches him through her lashes, half hating the fact that he was so tall, as she tilted her face up to look at him fully in the eyes. âsometimes, in moments that you least expect of yourself, you unintentionally make yourself memorable. like you did. for me.â she reverts back to her playful self as she sticks her tongue out at him. ânot that iâm going to tell you what it is anyway.âa half smile slid over her lips. âand iâm always free.â she murmured softly. âat least, for now.â the punishment that was wrought on her for fighting with minseok had no doubtedly gave her all the freedom she never knew she needed in this world--mirae had gone on walks by the sea, in the park, cycling, hiking--name almost everything that she had possibly missed whilst being in the middle of a hectic schedule, that this break was almost a breath of fresh air for her, as if she stood on the peak of the ansan mountain and refilled her lungs with fresh morning air, like a breath of new life.Â
âiâll text you the date.â she chuckled. âso keep your eyes and ears peeled for me on your phone.âÂ
she wonders if hyoseop can surprise her any further when he suddenly mentions about being willing to learn how to give a medicure and pedicure for her sake, or even make coffee for her. was this part of a ploy to make her soften? because it was. these ordinary things that others didnât really take note of were considered to mirae as precious things that told her silently that someone took notice and was willing to take notice of her. for someone who had to fight for attention for so long--it was nice.Â
good. nice. wonderful. she felt herself shake slightly at his offer, giving him a genuine eye-smile for the first in a long time.Â
âi would love that.â she admits, letting her hand lightly bump against his own. âgod knows i donât know how to make proper coffee.â she laughed gayly, throwing her head back slightly as she recalled her familyâs reaction to her own cooking once (except her brother, who inhaled the food with rigorous gratitude). âlet alone cook.â a flash of ivory teeth sparked as she gave him a wide smile. âi think you did do something special. you just--havenât realised it yet.â her steps turned lighthearted as they continued on their way to his workplace, her hands lightly clasped behind her back. âwhy donât you recommend me some of the things on your coffee menu at your workplace..?âÂ
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for @lgcjinyoung , because...cousins.
âthis had to be one of the biggest reveals of the century.Â
in fact, mirae couldnât even believe herself--of all the things she could possibly do, she had forgotten the basic, ardent, existence of a cousin of hers.
how positively criminal.Â
the actress thought to herself, savouring with a mournful look on her face the bitter cup of coffee with her pinky finger lightly stuck out, like the most arrogant bitch someone could ever find, an occasional shake of her head to commemorate the fact that she had--once again, failed miserably to even realise that another family had existed.
and jinseoâs brother too. of all the things, she had to forget the fact that the one braincell in their family had a sibling, as though that wasnât enough to prove (as she did on the regular) of her horrifyingly absurd memory, as well as the fact that she didnât have a braincell, as per what her cousins believed.Â
â i have a fucking braincell.â she mumbled grumpily into the cup of coffee she had, finally acknowledging her cousin next to her with a tilt of her head and sunglasses perched perfectly on her nose, peering with squinted eyes right at jinyoung as she perused a look at him, from the flats of his feet right up to the tippy top of his hair.Â
mirae cleared her throat.
then as sagely as she could--she opened her mouth to speak the most obvious thing into existence.
âwell, wow--youâve grown.âÂ
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even if there is more to hyoseop than this cheesiness, his flirty and confident behaviour, hyoseop isnât even sure he knows of it. hyoseop has been like this for so long, ever since he was fourteen he believes, nobody has ever requested more of him, more honesty of him, heâs not sure he could give mirae what she wanted, even if he tried. because heâs not sure what she wants, and his whole personality is based around being wanted, being noticed.
he shrugs, confused, hurt but also relieved by her words also. âi am not sure what i could give you, i donât really do things i am bad atâŠâ he hums. âcan i ask, is there anything you would want to do with me?â hyoseop isnât that smart of a man, ideas donât usually just come to him, so itâs easier to just give what she wants, even if heâs not sure what he can give.
âsure, follow me princessâ hyoseop starts walking, completely knowing the way to the coffee shop, he has worked there for a while now after all. âyou can tell me about your day on the way thereâ
â me?â mirae scrunched her nose slightly at hyoseopâs words. âsure, i mean. you could say that.â she was  popular with boys, it was something that she wasnât going to downplay at all--especially not when it did give her some form of a boost of confidence. â but most people donât like me because they want to date me or something.â she folds her arms, a scoff upon her lips. â are you like them? just wanting a notch on your bedpost or a little score?â she tilted her head slightly, raising a brow as she watched him fluster in front of her slightly, a hand running through his hair as he lifted his brow.
âif you want to be memorable, sure. be different from others. if you think that youâre just right as you are...continue the way you wish.â she fell in step with him, noting his disbelief and slight discomfort in her words. â perhaps you never thought of it, so maybe give those thoughts a little two cents of your own. just like iâm not as crazy as most people think i am--â a small smile plays itself on the corners of her lips. â i doubt you are as one dimensional as just being flirtatious and wanting to be cheesy.â she shrugged.
she squints slightly, letting go of the topic to stretch her arms to the skies lazily, scrunching her nose and lips in the process.Â
âyou know what, maybe go to a theme park with me. iâve been dying for a ride in a pirate boat. or like...â she gestured slightly, trying to find the right words. â a proper thrill. a haunted house. or a drop from the skies.â stones scatter at her feet as she scuffed them against the ground. â iâve been living a little mundanely for too long. i just need something to spice up my life. maybe you can give me that, since thatâs what i seem to be wanting from you.â she shrugged, turning around to face him with a playful smirk upon her face.
âand since you wanted to know about my day. iâd say that it has been quite normal. at least until you invaded into the practice room and decided pinning me against the wall was a course of action that you wanted to go for.â she chuckled at the thought, brushing her hair back as it tangled in the slight breeze. â not quite the day i had been imagining, especially for something relaxing. i was gonna do superficial stuff. like...get a manicure. or a pedicure. drink two or four cups of coffee. eat a tub of ice cream while watching netflix. that sort of thing. i donât really make plans when it comes to my day. i just.. live it as it is. thatâs the most incredible thing about life. living it as it comes--true excitement comes from not knowing whatâs next and doing what i want in the moment for me. you? how was your day, cha hyoseop?âÂ
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then she stood there and called him overly confident, and he didnât know what to do, because truly confidence and his looks was the only thing he got. so maybe he should play it differently. âyou donât seem to be a fan of my confidence, hm?â he takes her hand, he guides it to under his shirt, and on his chest, so now she can feel his heartbeat. âseems like iâm the fan here then, or who knows why my heart is beating faster than usually?â. he takes her hand out of his shirt, but on the way, lets her touch his abs, heâs got so much confidence in his body, why not let her feel why heâs confident?Â
âthen if you already know which coffee shop i work at, you should visit me there, iâll give you free coffee, itâll be on meâ he hasnât let go of her hand yet, he takes it up to his mouth and places a kiss. âjust donât bring other boys, hm?â he smiles at her, lets go of her hand.
â confidence is attractive on a man when they know how to do it just right.â her long lashes flutter, hiding the subtle look in her eyes as she turned her attention towards the phone in her hands, only stirred into vague re-comprehension that he was still trying his best when her hand moves smoothly under his shirt and right to the beating heart of his chest.Â
and it wasnât as if she hadnât felt those abs of his as he takes her hand out from his shirt.Â
her lips twitched.Â
â you think that iâd bring other boys on a date?â amusement catches onto the ends of her tone, letting him kiss the back of her hand in that overly gentlemanly manner that could only be a faux pretense. she quickly retracted her hand, folding her arms quickly to not let him see the goosebumps that had prickled upon her skin from the cheesiness of his actions.Â
well. perhaps it was slightly endearing. she would give him that much.Â
though he could have pulled off that whole ab touching thing and heartbeat thing more subtly--she rated with a raise of her brow.
â or maybe youâre just nervous, thatâs why your heartâs racing abnormally.â she snorted. âwhy donât you take a word of advice, if youâre really serious on making an impression or chasing me.â she hesitates for a moment, wondering if her next words were a little harsh--or if hyoseop could even comprehend what she was attempting to say next. â stop with the cheesiness and everything else and be more like yourself. i like honest, genuine people.â she offered, cracking a little of her gates to let the poor boy feel a little hope. â like if you show me that you truly enjoy something and thereâs nothing fake or like pretending about it. iâll consider things.âÂ
hell, hyoseop could even just do something as simple as bring her for a motorbike ride and give her a genuine reaction about how scared or how excited he was, and that--that would have been the first step of the many deal breakers that would slowly wiggle their way to miraeâs heart.
â i donât like faux people.â her tongue darts out to wet her lips. â iâm not saying that youâre false in anyway--but i would rather laugh aloud at something stupid with a friend than be courted by flowers and kisses on a hand. or even, you know, being slammed against a wall.â a smirk flickered upon her lips. â as hot as that may be and as hot as feeling your abs may be. just a little word of advice for you to think on it.â heâd give up, she was sure. being honest was something hard for people in the entertainment industry. that was something she had seen throughout the years of being in it.Â
sometimes--some werenât even aware that what they were doing wasnât their real personality either. it was why she threw all worries and doubts about breaking the rules away and lived her life as she wanted to.Â
which brought her back to another thought that had been festering in her brain ever since her hand had found its target (our of courtesy to hyoseop, of course), on hyoseopâs abs. heâd make another good specimen for those photocards she was attempting to make. those lines of his abs felt quite defined.
she stroked her chin once, squinting slightly as she tilted her head in thought. perhaps she should try her best to bag him in a deal with this dubious thing she was trying to do. there was no harm in trying.
â why donât you walk me to your coffee shop, hyoseop? we can talk on the way.â Â
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