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‎ ‎ ⋆⠀⠀&.⠀⠀٬⠀⠀❝ 2 : 33 AM : EVERGREEN. ❞ ‎ ‎ ┉

one day, i will stop falling in love with you. some day, someone will like me like i like you. until then, i'll drink my coffee, eat my pie, pretend that we are more than friends. then, of course i'll let you break my heart again.⠀–— from, “Let You Break My Heart Again - Laufey & Philharmonia Orchestra”

&.⠀⠀CHARACTERS⠀⠀┉⠀⠀*⠀NAIRA CHRISTIANSEN, CARTER KIM. &.⠀⠀WORD COUNT⠀⠀┉⠀⠀*⠀2.7K &.⠀⠀WARNINGS⠀⠀┉⠀⠀*⠀suggestive content, manipulation. &.⠀⠀NOTES⠀⠀┉⠀⠀*⠀apologizing in advance. it's not heavy but it approaches being heavy. carter (derogatory) can be found at @genav0s. naira's (unfortunately) a little dumb in this one but i really can't blame her! not proofread bc i never proofread anything <3 takes place in 2019 when both of them had way too much time on their hands.

Naira feels the buzz of her phone before she can process its awakening by her side.

Her hands, covered in the gray mush that rests on her wheel, scramble to grab onto the towel that lies discarded beneath the carefully sectioned block wrapped up in plastic. The mush splatters onto her cotton overalls as the wheel comes to a halt. The music playing in her ears mimics the wheel, ceasing to play as her ringtone fills her ears through the white headphones attached to the jack of her phone.

She huffs in frustration as the towel sticks to her hands. Pressing against the material, she silently prays she can free up a few fingers before the call disappears.

It’s 2am in Seoul, midnight in Bangkok.

“Must be important,” is what she tries to rationalize in her mind as she continues the scramble.

The ringing ends before she can put the towel down. With a low curse under her breath, she relents to cleaning her other hand. Before she can pick up the phone, it buzzes with a notification.

thought i was special :(

A scoff leaves her lips, her hands clamoring to answer the melodramatic man on the other end of the text.

it’s 2am carter

She responds, fighting off a smile that pulls at her cheeks and warms her skin.

The late-night texts from the Canadian were nothing new between the pair. In the month or so since the two had begun whatever this was, Naira had found herself in conversation—or in his sheets—more times than she would readily admit to the other members of their respective groups. A part of her found it a bit embarrassing; how easily he could draw her in with his empty words and blistering kisses. But they were good together. So good she’d forget her name and giggle a bit too loud at his half-assed flirtations.

It takes a simple, come over, for Naira to pull herself away from her wheel. She smiles a bit too widely and moves a bit too quickly. With a glance towards her reflection in the mirror adorning the left side of her entryway, she grabs her keys with one hand while fluffing her hair with the other.

He doesn’t try to text her again as she makes the drive from her apartment to his penthouse on the west side of the city. Naira’s not sure she would even notice a text coming from him with the way her imagination runs wild. The embarrassment of the situation is lost on her. She can’t bring herself to worry about the chances of getting caught when she can practically feel the warmth of his body and the drawl in his voice pulling her in gently.

Her hands shake in anticipation as she twists the key—one he’d taken her to get a copy of last week. His foyer is dark, devoid of both light and life. He had just moved in the day before she had gotten her copy of his key. She remembers the box tossed to the side of his couch; the same box she had tripped over as she lied to Sanghyuk and Romeo about her presence in the kitchen that early morning.

The fading smell of cigarettes draws her to his room where he stands over his record player. His favorite ashtray sits on the small nightstand next to the wall of vinyl she had organized for him—by genre and artist—the last night she was here.

“What am I doing here?”

Naira rubs at her face. The cold from the blistering wind battered at her nose, chapping her lips during her walk from the parking garage to his door.

Her accent blends familiarly into the consonants. The English leaves her lips with the subtlest twang of uncertainty; though she’s fairly sure he senses it from the way he smiles graciously.

They always spoke in English. Carter never cared enough to pretend to learn Thai for her. She had asked him about it once during one of their early encounters on a company trip to Tokyo back in September. He had looked away from her naked face as he told her that he felt safe around her—vulnerable might have been the word he used back then.

Naira wasn’t quite sure she bought it then. But she couldn’t think much about it after the words left his mouth. And how could she? Not when his chest was so warm underneath her blossoming cheek. Not when his hands wandered slowly beneath the covers shielding her bare chest. Her mind let go of the thought just as quickly as she perceived it.

She never asked him again.

Carter barely spares her a glance before motioning her over to his side. Sensing her wariness of the lit cigarette resting in the ashtray, Carter chuckles, taking a slow drag before stubbing out the flame in the tray it once lay in. With a release of her shoulders, Naira carefully crawls into the mess of his sheets, perching herself against the headboard to watch as his tanned hands skim over his collection of records.

“What are you doing here?”

He laughs at her question.

It was one of the things that annoyed her about him. Everything seemed to be a joke to Carter Kim. That distinct, perfect laugh he always managed to release made her feel smaller than she already was by his side. He’d throw his head back. His perfectly browned, floppy hair mirrored his movements; falling back, perfectly, over his face once he was done. She’d get caught up in the shine of his perfect teeth—another thing that annoyed her about him.

Carter Kim was always perfect.

“I can’t answer that for you, hon.”

Hon. It was embarrassing the way she sucked in a breath at the release of the pet name he had chosen for her. If Carter noticed, he never said a word, continuing on in that perfect Canadian drawl he added to the ends of his sentences.

“I called, you didn’t pick up. I asked you to come over, and you did. Don’t know why.”

She rolls her eyes playfully at that, leaning up to shove at his shoulder.

“You know why.” She mutters slowly.

Her hand caught in Carter’s as he continued to skim his collection. With a tug, she’s pushing herself off his bed and onto her feet. He guides her hands to the player. Having finally picked an album to play, her fingers nudge the play button at his will. French Exit’s opening track soothes out of the player so low Naira strains to recognize it.

With a turn, Carter finally faces her. A shared glance is all it takes before her hands are on her waist—hers crawling from his shoulders to the nape of his neck—and his lips are on hers. In what feels like forever, Naira lets go of any clever quips loaded to bite back at the Libra.

“I knew it,”—he’s deliciously breathless between kisses—“you’re obsessed with me.”

Naira groans into his mouth, pulling away to shake her head. He’s pulling her wrist to his lips before she can think of any words to say.

That was simply all it took for her to lose herself in him. That was what it always took. A tug of her waist, a caress of her neck, the sweeping off of her feet.

Naira was aware of the absence of rationality every time she let him draw her in like this. She was aware of the way he tugged at her boundaries, pushing them a bit farther every time he summoned her with a text. She was aware that she knew next to nothing about him—instead, he would distract her from any personal details the same way he lured her to his bed in the first place. She had known all these things, but all of a sudden she was aware.

He bites at her neck—something he never did—and it rouses her out of her Carter-induced haze. With a jump, she pulls away from him, suddenly too aware of all the things she knew before. All the things she chose to ignore. His eyebrows furrow as the record changes to the next song. The silence between the two of them cut away at any notes lifting from the player. Their eyes catch in a deadlock, Carter’s firm hands unmoving from their place underneath her shirt, her own pulling into a fist from their place on his chest.

“I’m obsessed with you.” She whispers. The edge of her lip twinges in realization, and his eyes remain fixed on hers. Unrelenting and emotionless.

“Hon,” he sighs, finally breaking eye contact. His arms bring her in closer as he tries to distract her once more, “Is that supposed to be a bad thing?”

He laughs again. Naira grits her teeth, turning her head away from him.

“Yes, Carter.” She snaps. If he was taken by surprise at her outburst, he doesn’t let on to it.

“I’m obsessed with you and that’s a fucking problem.”

His eyebrows raise as his hands loosen their hold on her body. Naira frees herself from his grip, suddenly feeling uneasy in his presence. Her anxious pacing does nothing to tick Carter off. Instead, his eyes slowly track her movement away from his side to the other side of his room.

“Why are you doing this?” Carter groans, his hands resting on his hips. Eyes continuing to track Naira’s pacing figure.

“Because you…” Her words fail her with a groan. She can feel the words on the tip of her tongue but they don’t connect to her brain. And it frustrates her.

“Because I what, Naira?” His voice rings out once again, this time much harsher. She makes contact with his eyes through the mirror laid out in front of her. She can just make out the furrowing of his eyebrows and the irritation set in his hardened jaw.

“Because you’re not obsessed with me.”

The words connect with her brain in Korean.

The switch visibly knocks Carter off of his chilly pedestal, the shock marked in his face striking Naira. She—admittedly—had never conceived Carter could process any other emotions beyond being smug and just okay. The shock held a bit of fear she could not begin to recognize amongst his features. It was odd how quickly it all happened. How quickly he became an entirely different person altogether. How quickly she could knock him off balance and a version of himself she was sure not many people could get to.

“I don’t understand,” He resorts to English once more. Though Naira understands what he truly means, she refuses to meet him there. With a shake of her head she mutters, “Of course not.”

His arms cross over his chest, guarding himself from Naira’s words. The pensive anxiety in his eyes brings Naira to turn to face him. He refuses to meet her eyes.

“You know, there’s only a few things the girls can all agree about recently.” She trails off, drawing herself closer to his guarded figure. “And I should’ve listened closer when they said you were a problem.”

Stoic as ever, Carter takes one step closer to Naira, towering over her as he does so. His eyes held a darkness she had never seen in him before, different from the general emptiness they usually held whenever they met up on their late nights.

“How am I the problem, hon?” He hums, his hands reaching out to brush the hair away from her face. Pulling her hair into a makeshift ponytail held in the fist of his hand, he tugs her closer to him; her legs following the yanking of her body.

With a whine, Naira shuts her eyes.

“Can you tell me? Why am I the problem?” His voice is impossibly deep, oozing with both venom and lust in a way that shakes Naira out of her anger and back into that trance. “What happened, hon? You were so worked up a minute ago. Telling me that I’m the problem.”

Naira sucks in a deep breath, attempting to hold on to the last amount of autonomy she can muster. It’s all too much. His voice and the way it surrounds her. It swirls in her mind, envelops all of her thoughts, and chases them off leaving nothing but him. She can smell the mint and nicotine on his breath. A smell she had come to associate with the late nights in his sheets, covered only by the thin silk and his warm hands.

Then his lips are everywhere. Attaching themselves to her clavicle, his body bending down to meet her height. His hair tickling at her skin, his familiar clean shampoo flooding her senses. Trailing up her neck with his hands holding her to him in their impossibly tight grip. Undoubtedly, leaving a slow trail marking where he’d been along her side. Then they press against her jaw, drawing what little will she has left.

“How could I be the problem, hon?” He hums against her skin. “I’m spoiled by you. You’ve ruined me for anyone else.” Her breath escapes her as he speaks against her lips. Low and controlled, steady in a way she could never begin to pull herself away from.

“All I can do is live and breathe you. Only you.”

His hands move again. Falling away from her hair as if offering her release. When she doesn’t take the opportunity, they pull her body closer to his. Those wandering hands traveling down her arms and bringing them under his control. They pull hers to their familiar place on his chest. He’s a furnace, burning at her hands but so inviting she falls into line with him.

“I couldn’t let you go if I tried, hon. I’m yours.” His face cradles itself into her neck, his whispers slowly crawling into her ears.

“I’m yours.”

Carefully controlled desperation leaks into his tone, furrowing Naira’s eyebrows as she fights against her better interests. Sure that he’s sensed this, her hands ball into fists once more, pressing against his chest as if begging for her release from the hold he’s captivated her into.

“Relax for me, hon.” He soothes, all too familiar to her ears. “Open those eyes for me, pretty girl.” His words pull at her will, ripping her away from her judgment and leaving her waiting for his next words.

As if in control of her reflexes, her eyes pry themselves open, receiving the sight of his own gazing intently into hers. It’s all too much for her; his voice, his commands, his heat, his presence. It consumes her control over her own body and it relinquishes its autonomy to him without much of a fight. Her hands relax from their bounding tightness, her voice loses its edge, and tears begin to flow from her eyes. It’s all too much for her.

“There’s my girl,” Carter hums. His forehead presses to hers, a hand lifting her chin to keep her eyes on his.

“I can’t be the problem. Not when I make you feel this good.”

All sirenic, his voice seeps into her psyche, pulling her out of her own body and leaving her defenseless. Then his lips are on hers and everything melts away. All her anger, all her control, all her confusion. Left in its place is a yearning for his touch, a desperation for his kiss.

Effortlessly, he carries her to his bed. Laying her down as he hovers over her.

She can barely breathe as he pulls at her shirt. Her mind carried away in a sea of loss. All she can think and feel and do is him. It leaves her in a daze that disconnects her mind from her words. And despite it all, she can’t push him away.

She can’t bring herself to let him go.

#⠀–— ⠀*⠀⠀:⠀⠀TRANSCRIPT⠀!⠀⠀[ . . . ]#had so much fun writing this #the carter kim (derogatory) arc begins 🤭

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⁎ ‎ ‎ 𓍼 ‎ ‎ ๋ ‎ ◜ CENTER OF OMENS ◞ ‎ ... ‎ ‎is a four-member girl group formed by APRICUS CULTURE on march 23, 2019. consisting of ARIEL, LENNON, JOLIE, and YENA, the group debuted to commercial success and critical praise for the experimental pop-funk sound showcased in their debut single album, GIRLS. the single did well though fans were disappointed the group did not release a complete body of work for their official debut.

the girl group originally drew attention from fans of cult-favorite brother group, EVERSUN. beginning with pre-release singles featuring mixes of members of both groups, the girls were slowly introduced into the conceptual canon of the boy group through both music videos and teaser videos over a six-month period. after the release of a “making of” film following the girls from their initial assembling through debut preparations, apricus culture announced the official debut date to massive social media attention.

notably, members of eversun and center of omens are intentionally close, frequently displaying their bond both through promotional activities and social media interactions. unfortunately, this closeness has caused a string of fan theories overanalyzing the collective’s relationships with one another. while some members take the fan interest in their relationships in stride, there have been instances of expressed discomfort between members of both groups.

◜then i realized that we all think we might be terrible people. ◞ ‎ ゛┉⠀MEMBER PROFILES.

BAEK AHIN, better known by her stage name ARIEL, is a korean-american singer and dancer. ariel was born the youngest child in gangnam, south korea on august 27, 1998, to baek jongyeol, a sculptor, and cho ahyoon, an art critic. much of her childhood was spent struggling with her fragile health, forcing her parents to dedicate a majority of their time and energy towards her care. finally becoming much healthier as a preteen, ariel often credited her journey to recovery to the music her older sister, ahryun, would play to lift her spirits.

after years of begging, ariel managed to convince her parents to enroll her in dance classes at a local dance school in her hometown of honolulu. she quickly fell in love with ballroom dancing, competing across the country before eventually winning an international title at the age of 17. after graduating from high school, ariel moved to los angeles to pursue a career in dance and choreography, eventually landing an audition to join the ensemble of 'dancing with the stars' after her 18th birthday. though she was cut in the last round of auditions, a member of the casting panel suggested she look into auditioning for a korean entertainment company run by a close friend of hers.

though skeptical of the opportunity, ariel completed a one-on-one audition with the label's ceo, JEONG KARIN, in late 2016. knowing her parents would be against her choice to pursue idol training, ariel kept the move a secret from her parents who would later find out through ariel's older brother who was concerned for her well-being. despite their lack of support, ariel would remain in seoul to complete her training before debuting as the LEADER, MAIN DANCER, and LEAD VOCALIST of girl group CENTER OF OMENS, in 2019.

⸻ ⁎⠀ʿʿ⠀&.&.﹕THE BASICS.

STAGE NAME: ARIEL

BIRTH NAME: baek ahin

ENGLISH NAME: calista baek

DATE OF BIRTH: aug. 27, 1998

ZODIAC SIGN: virgo

PLACE OF BIRTH: gangnam, south korea

HOMETOWN: honolulu, hawai'i, usa

ETHNICITY: south korean

NATIONALITY: korean-american

LANGUAGES: english & korean

⸻ ⁎⠀ʿʿ⠀&.&.﹕THE CAREER.

OCCUPATION: idol, professional dancer

TRAINING PERIOD: three years (2016 - 2019)

YEARS ACTIVE: 2019 - present

LABEL: APRICUS CULTURE

GROUP: CENTER OF OMENS

POSITION: leader, main dancer, lead vocalist

⸻ ⁎⠀ʿʿ⠀&.&.﹕THE APPEARANCE.

HEIGHT: 5'5” (165 cm)

TATTOOS: twenty-three total

PIERCINGS: fourteen total

FACECLAIM: seo soojin

AO LIFEN, better known by her stage name LENNON, is a hong kong rapper. she was born LIN MEI, the middle child of her celebrity preacher father and homemaker mother in kowloon tong, hong kong on june 28, 1999. throughout her childhood, lennon and her siblings were used as props for her father's aspirations of becoming the next billy graham. with livestream services and appearances on international religious broadcasts, she grew comfortable in front of cameras, even being nicknamed 'DAZZLING ANGEL' by her father's church congregation.

considering her father's evangelical pursuits, the family would often make trips to capitals around the world to meet with foreign politicians and important businesspeople as part of the "revival" her father hoped to inspire. through their travels, lennon fell in love with the music she would encounter, despite the overwhelming guilt she experienced listening to the subject matters tackled in these songs. after being snuck an ipod by a cousin, lennon discovered tons of predownloaded music, quickly falling in love with the kpop genre.

despite the opulent image lennon's family appeared to adopt, lennon's parents were incredibly strict, forbidding non-religious materials from entering the house. with her father's increasingly common fits of rage and violence, lennon finally decided to runaway from home at just 14-year-old, finding refuge in the home of an estranged family member.

while living away from home, she would take on the aliases 'ao lifen' and 'lennon ao' before being enrolled at an arts boarding school where she would be inspired to audition for APRICUS CULTURE two years later. after four years of training, lennon would debut as the LEAD RAPPER, SUB VOCALIST, and VISUAL of girl group CENTER OF OMENS, in 2019.

⸻ ⁎⠀ʿʿ⠀&.&.﹕THE BASICS.

STAGE NAME: LENNON

BIRTH NAME: lin mei

LEGAL NAME: ao lifen

ENGLISH NAME: lennon ao

DATE OF BIRTH: jun. 28, 1999

ZODIAC SIGN: cancer

PLACE OF BIRTH: kowloon tong, hong kong

HOMETOWN: kowloon tong, hong kong

ETHNICITY: han chinese

NATIONALITY: chinese

LANGUAGES: chinese, cantonese, english, korean

⸻ ⁎⠀ʿʿ⠀&.&.﹕THE CAREER.

OCCUPATION: idol

TRAINING PERIOD: four years (2015 - 2019)

YEARS ACTIVE: 2019 - present

LABEL: APRICUS CULTURE

GROUP: CENTER OF OMENS

POSITION: lead rapper, sub vocalist, visual

⸻ ⁎⠀ʿʿ⠀&.&.﹕THE PERSONAL.

HEIGHT: 5’7” (170 cm)

TATTOOS: none

PIERCINGS: four total

FACECLAIM: shen xiaoting

LEE DASOM, better known by her stage name, JOLIE, is a south korean rapper. jolie was born to actress eun yowon and comedia lee jiseong on february 25, 2000 in seoul, south korea. growing up in a celebrity family, jolie has spent almost every moment of her life in the public eye.

alongside her older half-brother, hwaseong, jolie was encouraged to engage with her creative senses, picking up advertisements and small tv roles alongside her parents. around the age of five, jolie was enrolled in dance classes, quickly falling in love with the idea of performing just as her mother did decades prior to her birth. after her brother was discovered by JUN JAEHEE, the creative director of APRICUS CULTURE, jolie found herself becoming enamored with the thought of becoming an idol.

though the idea of both of her children becoming idols somewhat scared jolie's mother, she soon relented, accepting junhee's offer after jolie's 12th birthday. jolie would join apricus in 2012 as a star trainee, quickly rising through the ranks before being the first member chosen to debut in CENTER OF OMENS after training for seven years. currently, jolie is the MAIN RAPPER, LEAD DANCER, VISUAL, and CENTER.

⸻ ⁎⠀ʿʿ⠀&.&.﹕THE BASICS.

STAGE NAME: JOLIE

BIRTH NAME: lee dasom

DATE OF BIRTH: feb. 25, 2000

ZODIAC SIGN: pisces

PLACE OF BIRTH: jeju city, south korea

HOMETOWN: anseong, south korea

ETHNICITY: south korean

NATIONALITY: south korean

LANGUAGES: korean

⸻ ⁎⠀ʿʿ⠀&.&.﹕THE CAREER.

OCCUPATION: idol, actress

TRAINING PERIOD: seven years (2012 - 2019)

YEARS ACTIVE: 2019 - present

LABEL: APRICUS CULTURE

GROUP: CENTER OF OMENS

POSITION: main rapper, lead dancer, visual, center

⸻ ⁎⠀ʿʿ⠀&.&.﹕THE APPERANCE.

HEIGHT: 5’8” (173 cm)

TATTOOS: nine total

PIERCINGS: seven total

FACECLAIM: yu jimin

SOHN NARYE, better known by her stage name YENA, is a south korean singer. born to a former ballerina and professional soccer player on december 14, 2000, yena was raised in daegu, south korea alongside her three older sisters. early on, yena was known for her rebellious nature, refusing to take up the family tradition of ballet insisting instead, that her parents enroll her in taekwondo classes purely out of spite.

yena's aptitude for rebellion was often the catalyst for explosive arguments between the young girl and her mother who hoped her daughters would follow her footsteps. though all three of her sisters would enter professional careers in ballet, yena often hoped around from extracurricular to extracurricular whenever she became too restless. the tension between the two in addition to issues experienced by yena's older sisters, naryun and narae, forced the family to enter therapy when yena was still in middle school.

after being scouted in 2012, yena would go on to begin training at ROSEWAVE CREATIVE, debuting as the main vocalist of the short-lived coed group, SYKE on september 13, 2015. the company struggled to fund the group after a lawsuit left the company in debt to a former artist. though the group managed to gather a dedicated fanbase, they would quietly disband on may 6, 2018. after the company filed for bankruptcy, they were bought out by APRICUS CULTURE and its artists became signed artists under apricus.

becoming one of the label's most recognizable faces, yena would release singles every once in a while to hold onto the fans she had generated during her time in syke. after less than a year in development at apricus, yena would be chosen to join jolie as a confirmed member of CENTER OF OMENS. currently, yena is the MAIN VOCALIST and FACE OF THE GROUP.

⸻ ⁎⠀ʿʿ⠀&.&.﹕THE BASICS.

STAGE NAME: YENA

BIRTH NAME: sohn narye

DATE OF BIRTH: dec. 14, 2000

ZODIAC SIGN: sagittarius

PLACE OF BIRTH: daegu, south korea

HOMETOWN: daegu, south korea

ETHNICITY: south korean

NATIONALITY: south korean

LANGUAGES: korean

⸻ ⁎⠀ʿʿ⠀&.&.﹕THE CAREER.

OCCUPATION: idol