#seojun sit ur ass DOWN and eat this poor girl’s food

[fairytaletold]

@vvhiskeyneat // continued.

the truth is this: she’s terrified. of the dream she sees behind closed eyes, of being found by those men, of meeting the same fate. she’s sad and anxious and completely out of her element, alone in the world ( but is that so new? ) in a foreign place. but the one thing she isn’t afraid of — should be, if she was willing to scratch away at the surface, but determinedly doesn’t — is him.

maybe it’s because she finds it easy to play pretend. years and years, she’s done it for so long: convinced herself that she wasn’t lonely, that she wasn’t sad, that her brother would be coming back around any day now. this is just one more thing to add. they’re safe, and she’s happy, and she’s not scared of him.

❛ pancakes, ❜ she answers, a beatific smile brightening her face. part of her was sure he wouldn’t stay — would rebuff her efforts the way he had every other time. ❛ and coffee, and scrambled eggs. and… toast. ❜ out loud, it sounds a little like she’s gone overboard. but she shakes off the hesitance, resuming the smile. taps a place at the breakfast bar. ❛ do you want some? of — all of it? oh… do you like coffee? i can find something else. there’s orange juice — ❜