#bc she does like the luxury being a kang affords her

[stillresolved]

“We are not them. We will never be. To be a Kang, you should be proud, Little Sister.” // from Bellamy

@usuhan / more random dialogue prompts.

SHE BURSTS INTO LAUGHTER. Not the restrained, closed mouth kind, hidden behind hands- no, this is the kind where tears spring from the corners of her eyes and Allegra has to set the pin down rather than in the pin cushion on her wrist, lest she wants to prick herself. It takes a moment or two for her to calm down, although her darling brother can wait forever for all she cares. If he has time to barge into her penthouse while she’s in the atelier, he has time to wait for a response.

“What, you think just because I work outside of our family company I’ve become one of the little people? And pray tell, oppa, exactly what about our family am I supposed to be proud of? Inheriting the money our darling father made before we were even born? Just face it, you might be first in line to inherit the company once our darling father kicks the bucket, but you’ll be nothing more than a placeholder. Certainly no one for the history books to write back about. I don’t need our family name to get where I need to be.”

She gestures at her atelier, where Bellamy has so benevolently decided to grace his presence in. “This is not Kang property. I paid for this space with the money I earned.” Her atelier, strewn with scrap fabrics and threads, pin cushions with pins and needles of all sizes, where the mannequins with half finished dresses and elaborate stitching and fabric rolls line the back wall, where her desk is covered with magazines and sketches ranging from completed to discards and all in between. 

This all came from Allegra, no, Aeri’s own two hands. A career that her mother never supported, her father didn’t even have time to care about, and her older siblings, too caught up in their own ‘important and precious’ responsibilities as heirs and heiresses to the Kang family, were indifferent too. And in spite of all that, Aeri made it to the top, out of the thousands vying for her position. So they call her an elitist, a snob, and even a bitch.

But in truth, she knows, they’re jealous. To respect her would mean to acknowledge they themselves have not put in the hours or the work to get to where she is.

( There is a reason, in the fashion world, she goes by AERI. Not Kang Aeri. )

She turns and sneers at him. It’s not unlike the trademark kind expected from a Kang. “But you’re right, dear brother. I am not one of them and I will never be. But I am also not one of you and I don’t plan to be. Ever.”