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[yihwa]

yihwa and san got married and had babies ♡

inspo. obviously from the amazing serre, flashback to her vogue manip of catherine the great's wedding xoxo.

she was declared innocent with no accessory to her parents' criminal shit, when their engagement hit the news, the masses fell in love with the bs romeo and juliet-esque love story the imperial house's pr team peddled and the rest is herstory ♡

also the cute photoshoots that she probably forced san's personnel to force him to do lol.

[yihwa]

end of an era :') so for old time's one last plot call, please like and i'll write a starter sometime ... this week lol

[yihwa]

gwen  .

“I stretched and I have on running shoes and I had a mimosa so I’m ready to go. You gonna watch me run?” She paused before laughing. “Fuck no. The thought of me running from the bulls is laughable at best. I’d be trampled.”

          “   thank god,   i wouldn’t want to have to explain to your parents about why their daughter is suddenly missing an arm and now has one of their two kidneys.   also drinking and running with bulls should not be a thing,   especially for you.   ”

[yihwa]

astrid  .

“ THAT’S THE FUN, isn’t it ? you just have to run and take a sharp turn or something. ”

          she frowns,   almost doubtfully,     “   better run fast,   i’d hate to see you trampled.   ”

[yihwa]

mai  .

“As you should.” She takes a sip of her own glass, relaxing in her seat. “Hey, that’s a good plan. We now have access to all of that. We should make good use of it.” She waves her arm around the venue. She could spend everyday by the pool and wouldn’t mind.

          as she should,   the words were so foreign to her   --   as if she hadn’t spent the better part of her last year or so doing just that.   was she the only one who missed the remnants of her old life rather than lazing about,   maybe she should have actually considered that last email she had gotten from san.     “   and what will you do    --   i’m surprised there’s no new charity to raise money for or program for you to commandeer ?   ”

[yihwa]

@hshqstarters​ .

         “   do you seriously think you’re going to be able to outrun them   --    they’re bulls,   ”

[yihwa]

mai  .

starter for: @yihwa​

“It’s not really summer in Spain if you’re not having a sangria,” she says playfully, moving to hand Yihwa one of the two sangria glasses she just got from the bartender before she sits next to her. “What are your plans?”

          “   i'll have two more then,   ”     anything to prolong this summer,   after being deserted in frigid regina,   yihwa would take any excuse to color her cheeks and day drink under a warm sun.     “   none,   i’ve officially resigned myself to a day under the sun.   ”     not by choice,   per say but its been years since she’s spoken to mai   --   deep-diving into that would be an injustice to her.

[yihwa]

gwen  .

“Can’t let my girls go thirsty.” She stated with a smile. “If you’re not up for mischief, you realize we can just be chill. I don’t have to be hot mess express Gwen 24/7. I do have an off button.”

        “   hot mess express gwen ?   ”     she looks to her friend sympathetically,    trying to not smile at the name.     “   yeah,   let’s do that.   give hot mess express gwen a rest from the front pages,   i’m sure your parents would be thankful.   you need some color on you,   though,   the weather in canada did us no favors.   ”

[yihwa]

gwen .

“I brought drinks! Thought you could use something refreshing.” Gwen said with a grin, glad to see one of her besties. “It’s been far too long and we are overdue for some well-timed mischief. Just saying.”​

          she returns the gesture with a smile,   beaming and thankful,   as she takes a hearty sip.     “   thank god,   it’s so dry here   --   i’m practically dehydrating on default.   ”     it made her miss the humidity of korea,   though she supposes,   safety and peace of mind was a necessary trade.     “   mischief,   huh ?   ”     her wrist swishes the ice in her glass,     “   i’m not entirely up for it but i’ll entertain the idea,   what did you have in mind ?   ”  

[yihwa]

beatrix     .

゛ ;     🥀      »    “ you mean like that movie barbie as the princess and pauper ? i’d actually love to do that. ” she allowed herself a small laugh before her face set into a thoughtful expression, studying yihwa in a short moment of silence. “ what happened ? ” her brows knitted in concern for her friend. “ is it about that dupek  san ? do i need to throw hands ? i think i can take him down, he seems like the fragile type. ”

          she shakes her head.     “   on second thought,   let’s not   --   i feel like your sister would be a pill.   ”     all sisters were pains,   some way or another.     “   good luck with that,   he’s not even here   --   and he’s not going to be here.   ”     she suppresses a huff.     “   he’s not coming.   ”     she had to laugh,   it had annoyed her to no end when she had seen his email to her.

[yihwa]

simo .

“don’t get a divorce?” it was a valid wish. 

          it was realistic but   --   “   not sure if they’re the divorce type,   something about this being a   ‘ generations in the making ’   kind of defeats it.   ”

[yihwa]

VIANI WEDDING .

[yihwa]

          fingers toy with the tulle,   fingers stopping short of ripping it even more,   it really was a pity     --     it had looked so pretty on armani.     “   so,   what are your wishes for the happy couple ?   ”          ━━        @hshqstarters​ .

[yihwa]

          “   have you been getting any sleep ?    i swear ever since we got here i feel like i’ve had less than my needed hours,   there’s also this weird rooster that crows so fucking early.   ”          ━━        @arayamahidol​   .

[yihwa]

sihwa   .​

    “ it’s selfish, taking up a house all to myself, ”  she begins with what seems to be a goodnatured smile.  “ maybe i should instead come live with you — make up for lost time. ” 

          “   at least you’re aware,   ”     it appears selfishness was a blood trait.   she levels her gaze with her sister.     “   regardless,    i think our living arrangements are fine the way they are   --   wouldn’t want to feel claustrophobic in our own homes but you’re welcome to drop by,   unannounced,   like now,   to what do i owe of this visit ?   ”

[yihwa]

san   .

“ if i had the choice,  i wouldn’t have allowed this engagement to happen. ”  a lie.  “ my life has changed just as much as yours. ”  another lie.  he’s making himself to be the victim,  refusing to claim any responsibility,  especially not when she’s accusing him of being the one to destruct her life.  she storms off like a child and he follows her.  

“ all you’ve done since joining the programme is sit and wallow about how sad your fucking life is.  you had opportunity to make something out of yourself,  time to find something to do or reinvent yourself.  instead you go around telling all your fucking friends how i’m keeping you here against your own will.  i don’t have that kind of fucking control over you,  yihwa,  you were always free to fucking leave whenever you wanted.  you’re not the only one going through a shit time.  you’re acting as if you were the one on the hijacked plane. ”

it’s obvious,  she despises the person he’s become — and so he thinks,  does he like the person she’s become?  

she’s different from the yihwa he knew,  the yihwa he loved.  she’s hard to please,  never satisfied.  he’s at a constant loss for words and he’s always saying the wrong things.  his gestures are short-sighted and each time he messes up,  she strays farther away.  it was foolish of him to hold onto her from the love they shared in distant memories and what their relationship was and not what it is now.

“ i never thought your life was insignificant. ”  his voice is low,  just enough for her to catch his words.  her life now could be categorized as such,  however,  the life she had before?  it was a far cry from the very word and its definition.  “ did you ever find out who sent you those flowers during your first performance as principal dancer? ”  he doesn’t wait for her answer.  this time,  he’s the one to walk away.  the urge to slam the front door behind him is fought by the smallest fraction of sanity he has left.  it’s too late in the night to give the neighbours something to talk about in the morning.  

          he had said it himself,   she had been taught to smell a lie   —     “   do you really expect me to believe that ?   ”     she refuses to listen to this.     “   choices ?   ”     she’s stunned,   absolutely stunned   —   it was laughable really,   his audacity.   to stand here and talk to her about his lack of choices.     “   san   —  you’re the crown prince of south korea,   you have nothing but choices.   if you so much as wanted this engagement to be over   —   ”     she couldn’t understand him   —   he could have done it at any moment,   so why hadn’t he. 

         why couldn’t he just put her out of her misery.

         she whirls on him.      “   is it not the truth ?   ”     she hadn’t wanted to come here,   the only reason she was even here was because of him   —   for him.    it goes without saying   :   she existed for him.   that much their parents had ingrained into her.

         “   why must i reinvent myself   —   why must i keep changing myself for you,   for them   —   it’s never enough is it.   ”     

         she’s back to 2016   :   suffocated by him,   his choices,   his burdens,   her sacrifices to herself that she made for him.   it was the last place she wanted to be reminded of.   

          but his last words still her.    it was no longer 2016,   but 2020   :   

          the fall of the curtain blinds her gaze   ;   the sound of applause that make her ears ring.   the gashes on her feet make her go numb,   but it’s the unsigned card on those bushels of blood-red roses that have her breaking into a cold sweat.  

          and her mouth goes dry.     “   what ?   ”     but his retreating steps reach her faster than her own bemusement,    the sound of the door closing is deafening against the quiet of their apartment.

[yihwa]

          “   i hate my life,   wanna trade with me ?   ”     /     @beatrixsobieska​     .