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hey guys! unfortunately i need to put sora on hiatus. i love her character but i’ve had a block on her recently, and i need some time away from her account i think. i’ll be back soon! 

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Too small. Too dark. Too light. Too much pattern. Not enough pattern…

Mika isn’t usually so picky (okay, that might be a bit of a lie) but his style factor has been dropping at an alarming rate since he came to Korea. He needs the best. Having left most of his stuff, including his wardrobe, back in Japan, he’s been surviving off the five decent outfits he brought over in his carry on.

But that ends today. Hopefully. If he can find something presentable.

Stylenanda wouldn’t be his first choice for a brand, but it’s about the best he can get without travelling to Daehan. Resisting the urge to sigh loudly, he keeps going through the shirts. The men’s section wasn’t exactly big, let alone the larger sizes. If only Mika was shorter. The woes of being tall.

A girl walks past him. Mika nearly snaps at her until he gives her a once over. She’s pretty and… doesn’t seem particularly approachable, despite the employee tag tacked onto her shirt. She has the air of someone who has better things to do. Mika can certainly relate.

Not that that really means anything. He’s pretty sure everyone in this town has better things to do than mull around in the middle of nowhere.

Humming, he grabs the only shirt he liked that actually fit him off the rack and quickly follows her step. “Hey,” he calls, not waiting for her to turn around. “You work here, right? Are you the manager? Why are there only like four XL men’s shirts? Are there any more in the back?”

ugh. why.

that always seemed to be the thought on her mind, especially whenever she was at work, which seemed to be most of the time these days. she truly wished she had better things to do than just hang around the store all the time, picking up extra shifts and extra cash, to the point where she was on overtime pay almost every week. well, she wanted to save up for the future so she could be doing something that would slap a smile on her face. this job was just dumb. 

she was folding shirts at the front display before spying a customer waiting by the checkout, and of course her coworker was nowhere to be found. with a sigh, she starts to make her way up to the front to help them, before she’s stopped - or at least the guy attempts to stop her - with a spewing of ridiculous questions he somehow thought she had the answer to. she doesn’t stop walking, continuing on to the counter, moving behind it and punching in her code to get the computer and scanning system going. 

“i do work here, i’m not the manager, and i have no idea. i can check for more after i check this customer out, give me a moment.” her tone is so monotone and uninterested that layers of settled dust were envious of her apathy. she cashes the customer out rather quickly, looking as bored as ever, bagging her clothes and handing her the receipt before handing the bag over wordlessly. she turns to the man, now, finally looking at him and giving him her attention. her brow creases as she looks him over, slight confusion etched into her expression now. “you don’t look like an extra large. unless... oh. you’re tall. must be the length. sucks.” she sighs, pulling up the inventory invoice on her computer. “were the four shirts out there not to your liking or something?”

callout;

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a memory that makes them feel angry

oh lord, too many. she’s grown to be a bitter person, so just about anything can set her off these days. when someone disrespects and disses art, for instance, it riles her up. whenever she hears people go on and on about the glamorous idol world, she wants to puke on their shoes. not just puke, no no, puke on their shoes. just so they know what it’s like to go through all that hoping and dreaming and hard work only to have every promise spat back up and chucked at their feet, like she did. yeah, the babbling dreamers who criticize her for ‘giving up’, they make her angry.

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a memory that makes them feel guilty

more guilt? well then, she supposes she’s a little guilty over the situation with her step-dad. as much as she wants to love him, as much as she’s grateful for everything he’s done for her, she still can’t find it in herself to consider him a father. he’s like a.... middle-aged pal of hers, a buddy that helps her out. he’s an elder, a mentor maybe, but not a dad. she makes the effort, when she can. heck she sees him one on one more often than she does her own mother (there’s some unspoken bad blood there, don’t ask), so she really does want to be that daughter for him. she hopes to get there one day but right now she just... can’t. 

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a memory about a good deed they did

what the heck is a good deed? sora couldn’t tell you. she equates doing her job and helping customers a good deed, even if she’s not exactly enthused about it whenever she goes over to help them. still, she’s learned a lot about beauty from her time at stylenanda so when a customer asks for personalized assistance, she’s able to give it to them. not a single customer has come away unhappy with her choice of product for them, just sora’s attitude made them a little huffy, but she could live with that. they had their product and she had her commission. 

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a memory that makes them feel guilty

ah... not doing more for sunggeun. him staying in seoul even after their families had given up on their apartment and pulled them back to town was worrying enough, but somehow they had lost contact, and sora had had no idea what had happened to him. she had no idea if he was okay, if he was housed, clothed, fed, if he had another contract... all she knew was that he was completely alone out there, and she kicks herself often for not sticking out there with him or sending him money, or even just searching for him to drag him home. she just... left him out there. it eats her up whenever she lets herself get lost in thought, her mind almost always goes to him and drowns her in regrets. 

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a memory that leaves them laughing

these days she doesn’t laugh much, it takes quite a bit to get her smiling even. finding something that can bring out a chuckle is hard, but she supposes if anyone can do it, it’s myungsoh, her quirky neighbour and customer, of sorts. at this point she considers him a friend, but she doesn’t let him know that. one of their funniest memories was when she made a sarcastic joke and he had taken it seriously, saying she should’ve told him sooner so they could get married. it was the craziest reaction she had ever heard to receiving the ‘knowledge’ of possessing a stalker. his reasoning? that it would save his skin if he gave her, sora the ‘stalker’, what she wanted. he was such a character. he definitely kept things interesting for her. 

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gnxeunbi‌:

She looked at the other’s hand as she paused, lipstick being held aloft, but not being passed to her and for a moment she contemplated asking if she was alright, but before she could react, the saleswoman had placed it back into its spot. “Not the right one?” she asked, as though nothing was wrong with that.  “It did look nice though!” she was still as friendly sounding as ever, but soon the other had turned her attention to her and she knew it was time to get to work.  Hearing a confirmation that yeah, there really was a former idol, or at least someone who was going to be one, anyway was there, she decided to see what the other was willing to part with for information. 

“Oh really?” her voice was inquisitive, ready to get into it with the other.  “So, I have some sources that told me that she was forced to leave,” she began, not actually having any sources other than her own imagination.  “They told me that, get this, that she had a pregnancy scare.  Turns out she wasn’t, but it was too much for the company to risk, especially…and this is the really juicy part,” she was grinning slyly, on a roll now and she couldn’t stop herself.  “Turns out, she had a sponsor. You know? The guys that pay money to have some… one on one time with idols?” she asked, thinking that this was some prime gossip, even if she was making it up as she went.  “And he was the one that it almost happened with.  Isn’t that wild?  I’m not sure how she ended up here in town, but that’s crazy right?” 

For a moment panic flourishes within her chest, not wanting to be caught as the subject of conversation, but she manages to play it off. “Mm, not quite. We should probably do some swatches to see what goes best with your skintone.” She takes the girl’s hand, trying her best to be gentle and not forceful with the rage building up inside of her as the girl yammers on, pulling out random shades in the peach and orange family, swatching them on her hand. She wasn’t really paying attention to the colours now, she didn’t care to find something just right for this gossip girl. 

“Wow, yeah, that’s so crazy.” She keeps a hold on her hand, thumb pressed inside her wrist, her grip firm as she looks her dead in the eye. “Shame none of it’s true, you big fat liar.” She applies pressure on the soft, fleshy, sensitive part of her wrist, tempted to dig a nail in and give her a real warning. “You need to watch your mouth, and get some brains. Figure out who you’re talking to before you go and spew all of your bullshit. My name is Sora, and I’m the would-be idol you’ve been spouting off about. Now, you want to tell me why you’re making up a bunch of crap about me? Last time I checked my life was none of your business.” She yanks her in, not planning on letting her go anytime soon. She was going to get her answers, and she was going to get them now.

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there was an inevitability to running into people he used to know. a small town of nobodies all trying to be somebody through gossip. it’s one of the reasons he left, and yet, he found himself relying on the whispers to find out where she lived. five years together, and he didn’t have a forwarding address except for ‘home’. the tip of his fingers rubbed together, trying to wipe away the scent of smoke and his paced steps back and forth, trying to air out the scent of alcohol. at least in his fluorescent clothing for work, the steel capped boots and dirty jeans made took away the knowledge of how many he had had to find the nerve.

they weren’t on bad terms, not that he remembered – but he had a good habit of not remembering the people he had bad terms with. signing those contracts half-drunk and half not himself. for all he knew, she didn’t want to see him, thought he was dead, would hug him. sunggeun didn’t know what was the worst one of those options, but they each came with their own wrench in his stomach. one hand digging back into his pocket, fishing out his packet of cigarettes and lighting up his third. his eyes darting up over the apartment building, recounting the number he’d gotten from the old woman who was selling things down his street and then exhaled the smoke.

now or never, he guessed.

he’d run the doorbell a couple times, wandered away and then inched his way back. if he didn’t see her now, it’d be worse later. just get it over with. his shoulders slumped as he leaned against the wall outside her door, fiddling with the packet of cigarettes again, opening, plucking one out, twisting it over his fingers and putting it back again. more than once lifting his gaze when he heard steps coming. sunggeun’s body tensing up when he looked up and saw her. a crooked, uneasy smile. “sora, hey” – impulsively came from his lips. like it hadn’t been a couple years and some change. “you get in late.”

sora didn’t really have friends or family. technically she did. technically her mom and stepdad were family, technically, but it felt like she didn’t know them anymore. technically she had friends from before she went to seoul for training, but people changed, and with the amount of time that was spent away, she was barely a semblance of her former self. her only true friend these past couple years had been minhyung, he was the only one who seemed to understand, and they didn’t see each other too often. really, sora was alone here. 

it was tough, realizing she only had one person really, when she had left on that trip with three others. she had no idea what happened to sunggeun after they parted ways, but she was always worried about him. he had changed towards the end, and he had started drinking, it was concerning. she couldn’t tell what had come of him, her best guess was as good as anyone else’s. she missed him though, truly. 

it was nice to live walking distance from her workplace, especially when she got stuck with the late shifts. town was always quiet in the evening, it made for a nice walk to clear her head before heading up to bed, but it also made her easily startled. the voice that came from the near-darkness had her nearly jump back, freezing in place. it took a moment of the shock wearing off before before recognition set in. “s-... sunggeun?” she took a step closer, trying to make sure she wasn’t seeing a ghost. a few more steps, a hand reaching to cup his face gently and she had her confirmation, he was real. “oh my god..” her arms wrap around him tightly, embracing him tightly, her face out of sight now. he didn’t have to see the tears forming in her eyes, thank goodness, she didn’t need people thinking she had emotions. “where have you been? i missed you so much, you idiot.”

.// long time no see

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          Not all friends are made equal. At least, for Myungsoh, any friend ready to dye his hair and cut it at an ungodly hour of the night deserves his upmost respect and automatically places high on his list of human relations.

the fact that it was sora—a busy woman getting her grind every day at stylenanda attending to customers like myungsoh? bless her heart. 

he still didn’t quite understand how she came to agree, but he was ready and has all of his materials prepared. his studio was small, but he had a chair and a little towel set up for the ritual haircut and bought everything needed himself. why make sora spend money when she was already doing him a massive favour? 

they had made arrangements in passing; they saw each other in brief intervals quite frequently, and sometimes he even managed to get a little smile out of the woman—a personal accomplishment he always strove for.

he decided that his next hair colour of choice was a nice orange(cheeto orange, though sora didn’t like that name) and relaxed until it was finally time.

1am on the dot.

sora was his downstairs neighbor after all, it wouldn’t take long for him to get to her and back up. he knocked on her door gently, wary of waking up the other tenants.

surely the others wouldn’t fully understand that hair grows the best and the fastest on a full moon. this was to be kept low-key.

“miss sora? miss sora, i’m ready! are you awake?” 

God why?

Sora can’t remember making this deal with him, maybe it had been sarcastic or maybe she just genuinely forgot, but being woken at one in the morning when she had an early shift the next day wasn’t pleasant in the slightest. 

She hears his voice as she makes her way groggily to the door, groaning under her breath and opening the door, squinting up at him. Yup, it was him. He had to be the quirkiest guy she knew, honestly, but... it made him special. She appreciated it, even though she never showed it. She actually had a slight soft spot for him. He kept her life interesting to say the least, hence why she wasn’t punching him for waking her up right now. 

She’s in an oversized t-shirt with nothing but a pair of boringly grey boy-short cut panties on underneath, hardly decent. She uses the door to cover her legs as she peaks her head out, her hair a slightly frazzled mess. “Yes? Myungsoh, what is it? I have work tomorrow.” 

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a memory that made them feel special

well, well. aside from being scouted and training to become an idol, there’s one person and the way he always smiles so warmly whenever he sees her that makes her feel incredibly special. she tells herself it’s just because they were scouted together and lived together while training, that they spent so much time together that that was the reason for her being so kind and looking at her like she was made of gold. she isn’t that special that it’s actually herself and her personality that has him light up whenever she enters the room, that allows them to be so comfortable together and has them bringing out the best in each other. it couldn’t be, but... deep down she knows she’s that special someone, unique enough that she’s touched him, specifically her, and that little buried nugget of knowledge has her smiling just as brightly whenever he’s around her too, which is so painfully rare an expression for her. he’s special too, in every way possible.

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a memory that made them feel special

why, being scouted of course!

sora had had stars in her eyes back then, and simply going to seoul and seeing the city was enough to put her in awe. the moment she had arrived though, she had been spotted, and someone had seen something in her, something so great and so special that they thought she would be a star. who wouldn’t feel special because of that? someone saw star quality in her, a spark, the ability to be an idol and be loved by the masses. it made her feel incredibly special when so many people dreamed of this lifestyle and wanted to be among the handful of performers sprinkled through korea. she hadn’t even had to try, someone just looked at her and said ‘yes, we need her’. it’s one of the most amazing memories she has.