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gossipgirl  sometimes, in an effort to spread the most outrageous rumors, we look over the very thing that’s even more scandalous—the truth. and the only thing more shocking than the truth are the lies people tell to cover it up. but it’s often said that, no matter the truth, people see what they want to see. some people might take a step back and find out they were looking at the same big picture all along. some people might see that their lies have almost caught up to them. some people may see what was there all along. and then there are those other people. the ones that run as far as they can so they don’t have to look at themselves. and as for me, i can see clearly now. xoxo —gossip girl

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[paraza]

expendable. that's the thing with lee wonjoong. she could have him with or without. and often times throughout their youth, she's had him without. lite. in casual dosages like a smiling face amongst many more or an arm over her shoulder in a room spoilt with the overwhelming stench of money. as of late, she has him in waves. in lips between her thighs, residual warmth on her waist, messages left on read, and a pétillant feeling her tongue dances around naming. it's standard. what all women feel at the taste of something new; greedy daughters of greedier women are not of the exception.

and jeon sion, glutton as she is, entertains the interactions between them, poses her responses with enough indifference and less vexation than she feels at his audacity (because really, what is his objective here?) in chase of the would-be flutter. whatever it is or isn't, it seems sufficient enough to waste a weekend or two on.

so when saturday afternoon rolls around, the wolf himself pulls up in front of her apartment building and sion exits about five minutes later, gossip girl's latest hot goss on her mind.

"really? her?" she greets him with a raised brow, beating him to grabbing the door. there's no need for chivalry here, they are far too comfortable with each other and this is barely a date to begin with. so instead, sion decidedly fixates on the gg blast on her mind, eyes flicking over to the infamous big bad once she slips into the passenger side.

"i have to know," she starts, amusement evident in her tone. you never do know with men and everything is funny till it isn't these days. "was it while you were coked out for three days or after you asked me out?"

old dog, new tricks

amble along. lose momentum. fizzle out. wait for a coincidence to strike and bring them back to life. for over a decade, won had been more than happy to run through the same motions with sion. being her friend was always easy, no risk. but since his mind had begun running a million miles an hour, restless and relentless and always-on, the idea of just being sion's friend had begun to grow dull. a fading memory that looked better in the backseat now that he knows how good she looks on a ride. for the first time ever, he's in a place to raise the stakes. was it a fluke? beginner's luck? a one time thing? for the first time ever, he's in one place long enough to find out.

2:12 pm, two days ago ✉ → jeon sion where are you tonight?

4:30 pm, yesterday ✉ → jeon sion hey. really sorry j brought home coke the other night that we think had meth in it and been doing it since probably not gonna stop at this point haha ✉ → jeon sion unless you're into that and want to come over?

6:04 pm, yesterday ✉ → jeon sion okay, do you want to see a movie later?

in a blink, he's throttled into the next day. he really did want to see her, but it's hours later when his friends finally leave his house. hours later when he finally finds his phone under the couch. hours later when he finally musters enough motor control to tap out a message. hours add up to days. amble along. lose momentum. fizzle out. but this time, it's not coincidence that brings him back to her. won had to learn the hard way to leave nothing up to fate. he glances the silver-faced patek clutched around his wrist. for the first time in forty-eight hours, his extremities feel attached to his body.

10:42 am, today ✉ → jeon sion so, what movie do you want to see? i'll pick you up

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[paraza]

he and i have no reason to see each other. she didn't mean it even as she was speaking it. as if. things like that only apply to strangers, two random people who chanced upon each other and spent the course of four years nurturing a passionate flame. it does little for her and kang hyojin, names spoken in conjunction since youth. there's no saying where she ends and he begins—this begs to be true in all forms, in their shared connections, taste in food, or favorite establishments all over seoul. in every crook and cranny of sinsa is a shared memory preserved in time; in photos and videos and occasional daydreams.

naturally, it's part of the reason she's avoided coming back. however amicable their breakup was, coming back and seeing kang hyojin or the ghost of him in her life was like rubbing salt on a scarcely healed, still practically festering wound. and sion wasn't nearly as much of a masochist as she may seem.

but seeing him now, in her family's hotel and looking perfectly sane, sion wonders if she was by her lonesome in that sentiment. if hyojin had beat her to winning the breakup.

again, it's been at least five years since.

"i guess it depends on who i'm talking to," she's slow to straighten her spine, eyes never once leaving his in this war of nerves. she's no loser. sion reaches for her phone without much thought, giving pause only when hyojin speaks again, words thick with something all too obvious to ignore.

"well," she starts, fingers sliding around the device as she searches for the words. somewhere in the swell of her chest is something gnawing, clawing at the edges of her ribs; rouses at the call, suddenly spiteful. "i thought i'd save you the trouble of antagonizing over whether or not you should continue to be a good obedient son or meet up with me instead." her lips curl in partial jest, nails scraping against skin as she pulls away from his grasp.

like i said, absolutely, very, extremely, unchill.

"though, i never thought i'd run into you here." sion takes her time maneuvering over to the seat across from him, tucking blonde locks behind her ear. "what a convenient little meet-cute." she smiles, contrary to the seething thing beneath skin, there's something vaguely comforting about seeing hyojin again; like stepping foot into her childhood bedroom.

"how've you been, hyojin?"

SION,

snakeskin

looking for forgiveness, i ran into your madness //

(…)

but far be it for her to make the first move. no, this is not how these sorts of things are supposed to be played out. she, jeon sion, isn’t the kind of woman to approach first. so she makes her play: tables away, sion draws out her phone and drops it carelessly on the floor, giving it a soft kick toward the direction of kang hyojin with a small surprised ah! when it knocks against the side of his chair, she steps forward, bent slightly to reach for the phone when he reacts.

“sorry about that—” sion blinks slow, eyes lifting to meet his. “ah.”

before you even ask, no, he doesn’t frequent the jeons’ hotels with the sole purpose of someway, somehow running into sion one of these days - even if he does remember to say on his best behavior. always well-groomed and well-mannered, pay no mind to the fact that he always goes out of his way to say hello if any of her (step)parents are around.

it’s a sort of subconscious kind of impulse that leads him here, there, anywhere that bears her surname - an innate desire to make his presence known in the, albeit, perimeters in her life, especially after being told they’d never share one together.

they say that distance makes the heart grow fonder, but exactly in what way? through which methods or measurements constitute enough ‘distance’ for the heart? for if he considers all of the factors - time, space, memory - would they all add up? stack on top of each other or, rather, multiply? that the more there’s this distance, the more his heart exponentially grows fonder - until he’s in excess of this fondness, beyond the realm of infatuation, and well into this delusion that they’re just fated to be together in the end.

and seeing his ex-girlfriend slide her phone across the floor towards him after not seeing each other for *five* years sure fucking sounds like fate to him.

his back straightens and his ears perk at the sound of her voice - ah, how long has it been since he last heard that voice? a turn of his head and the upturn of the corner of his lips follow as their eyes meet, and suddenly, he can see his life flash right before him.

“sion,” he greets first with a smile before he reaches down himself, gingerly picking up her cellphone and offering it to her on his way back up. “never really pegged you for the type to say ’sorry’ so easily.”

his gaze follows her, and his grip on her phone threatens to loosen with every passing second. “you’re back,” he states, his tone dubious to even himself. “when? i had no idea. you should’ve called.”

[paraza]

snakeskin

looking for forgiveness, i ran into your madness // @k4nghy0j1n

seoul hasn't remotely changed in the last 9 years. given, the buildings are higher and consumerism has more than quadrupled along with the amount of fine dust in the air. but the people, the people have always been the same. the house of jeon has always been the same. her first family dinner back is exactly the same. sion to the left of her mother, her father at the head of the table, his real wife to his left and his true love (evident in the way his body language turns, just the slightest) to the right. a tension heavy repast with cleverly clipped jabs exchanged and indigestion for the remainder of the night.

particularly: now that you're back, i take it you'll be on your best behavior. especially kang hyojin, i expect you steer clear from him, sion.

of course. she replied then, fork stabbing into a grape. he and i have no reason to see each other.

evidently not, as she stands now, eyes boring into the back of kang hyojin's perfectly styled head in the hotel cafe. she knew it, she knew it from the moment they said their goodbyes in new zealand. there's no such thing as a no hard feelings breakup. and sion might've sworn up and down that she was chill about the inevitable then, but as it turns out—she was absolutely, very, extremely, unchill. and though she spent the last five years denying his existence, the sight of him now automatically draws her in—before she knew it, she was already heading toward his table.

but far be it for her to make the first move. no, this is not how these sorts of things are supposed to be played out. she, jeon sion, isn't the kind of woman to approach first. so she makes her play: tables away, sion draws out her phone and drops it carelessly on the floor, giving it a soft kick toward the direction of kang hyojin with a small surprised ah! when it knocks against the side of his chair, she steps forward, bent slightly to reach for the phone when he reacts.

"sorry about that—" sion blinks slow, eyes lifting to meet his. "ah."

[paraza]

hey guys! i'm astronomically bad with these so sorry if i sound all over the place - but i'm excited to be here! i don't have any pages up yet so i'll try my best to write a brief tldr under the cut! please like this for plots!!

tldr: jeon sion, 27, resident bastard child of the hotel jeons. the jeons are essentially an old money family that owns a chain of hotels (amongst other things) from seoul to jeju and even a handful in japan (think lotte corp, but not as expansive). it's a relatively big family, so she has loads of aunts, uncles, cousins both illegitimate and legitimate (you know how the rich are). jion herself isn't an "official" child as her mother was only a secretary of her father's, but she's loved just the same (all the fortune, none of the fame really). nevertheless, they live in a separate villa that her father frequents over his own home and they attend all family dinners per usual b/c jeon taehun is especially shameless/unapologetic/your typical macho man who can do whatever he wants type. so to the public, she's very much known as a loved daughter of his, even if the circumstances of her birth is pretty unsavory.

>> after gossipgate and the thing (meltdown? Well...) at grandfather's funeral, sion (just her, mind you, not her mother) essentially was shipped off to new zealand for university. and four years after that, she opted out of returning home and bounced around europe for three years instead before rerouting to tokyo and later, jeju to take up odd jobs for management at her family's hotels.

>>> only very recently moved back to seoul (about 4-5 months), got her own place and a position at hq tentatively as a "marketing intern". which isn't very grand but she's not too ambitious to begin with when she already gets everything she asks for from her father (plus it's not like her father's wife would stand for any higher up positions for her anyway)! really all she does at work is manage the social media accounts though so she's the world's most free intern.

*currently possesses a stink reputation amongst the family (+family friends) for a classless man stealer, just like her mom did; the 8? 10? year break from seoul is suppose to let that cool off but really it didn't help too much.

personality: kid you not i'm still trying to flesh her out. it's not that she's not nice, but she tends to be brash and acts more on emotions than thinking things through. her heart before her brain type beat. though as a girl who've been spoiled (+partially bullied) growing up, she's selfish and more of a taker than a giver with some noticeable insecurities here and there.

connections: :) i have nothing in mind we will brainstorm it all!!

[paraza]

so pretty ♡