`_I CAN BE A DECENT BAD GIRL - TAE JOON!

[KANG HYONI]

I THOUGHT YOU WANTED ME
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BECAUSE I WANT YOU ALL TO MYSELF,
tae joon kwon.

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hyoni tossed and turned beneath the down sheets of her bed, trying to catch the last bit of reclusive warmth that hid sandwhiched between white, before she would eventually give up and slide out onto the frigid wood floor. something like 'ai-yah' slipped forth from her lips as she turned of the blaring alarm, and shuffled her way to the bathroom that lay across the way. she sauntered over before the mirror, flickering on the light, as her eyes remained half open and droopy as she laid hand over her mouth to catch a yawn. 'i still haven't gotten used to getting up early', hyoni thought as she splashed nipping tap water upon her face in an effort to wash the dusty sleep of the sandman away from her ebony eyes. she looked up once more, and blinked away the baby water droplets that made rest upon her fluttering eyelashes as she peered at her twin in the mirror.

her mirror twin possessed milk porcelain skin spread thickly over a road map of tiny red strands, thread, and a beating center that made up her being. elongated burnt chestnut hair and voluminous bangs whisped and framed her pale face like the stark mat of a classic polariod. deep ashen eyes, a dainty nose (one thousands of people would willingly go under the knife for), and charming rose petal lips composed the ethereal face that filled the frame. she had a modelesque form: her limbs were long and slender, her waist was enviable and svelte, and her fingers were lithe and nymphlike, with cat-tongue fingertips.

however, hyoni turned away, a bitter taste filling her mouth. she found herself to be so flawed and so hideous. she somehow was able to find a flaw in everything she saw about herself. like how one crease above her eye was higher than the other, which made it uneven. on on cheek, there was a slight beauty mark, which hyoni thought caused her face to be unsymmetrical, and unsightly; she had that overwhelming feeling that people never truly saw the real kang hyoni, but only saw the flaws depicted in her personality and appearance. she was always going to be judged, and compared to someone far more beautiful, especially in this industry.

a deep sigh escaped her parted lips as she set to finish her monotonous morning routine of: washing her face, brushing her teeth, and combing her hair. once that daily routine was completed, hyoni shuffled across her room once more to make way to her closet. without much thought, she briskly shed her nightly skin, and put on a new one. today, she had decided to costume herself in a midnight pair of skinny jeans, a matching tank top, and a long sleeved alabaster off the shoulder tee-shirt.

a thin sterling sliver chain hung from the nape of her neck, a pearly wing linked to the end of it. hyoni was careful to tuck it beneath her clothes, so it lay hidden from the inquisitive view of others. the routine hand long ago become a daily one since she never removed it. the necklace had been a gift, one from a time that had long sinced passed. it was given to her by someone by the name of kwon tae joon, back during her life in the states.

after their encounter one noon on the new york subway, he had soon become the object of hyoni's affection once a relationship between the two began. she found him to be completely fascinating, complex, and distinct. it was a blooming teenage relationship, one that hyoni would consider her 'first love' but would never dare to utter or admit the words aloud for anyone to hear. however, their relationship seemed completely devoid of all affection, for tae joon was not a very physically intimate person. this general fact bothered hyoni greatly at first, because she was the cordial type who liked to cuddle, hug, hold hands and etc. after a minute amount of time, hyoni would come to accept the fact, and move on with their relationship.

despite hyoni's fondness of tae joon, mr. and mrs. kang seemed opposed to the very thought of his being. they grew increasingly worried with their daughter's 'mental health'. they didn't know what drove their only 'princess' to even consider being seen with a 'pauper' like tae joon who came from the wrong side of town. they felt like she was being influenced negatively; especially after they had caught him trying to sneak into her room late one night. in vain they tried to introduce her to more 'classy and urbane' boys her age. but hyoni curtly turned each suitor away, in favor of her 'rebel witout a cause'.

all was well for quite a long while, until hyoni was discovered by eccentric and was to be sent to korea to become a trainee under the label. hyoni was to break things off with tae joon, no matter how bad she didn't want to. hyoni personally believed that long distance relationships never worked, and their's, especially, would simply fall out. she couldn't quite remember how it all ended. all she could remember is that she swallowed her emotions, and broke it off quickly with some silly excuse that she was leaving soon, and because he never kissed her. she waited a moment for a response (that she now cannot remember), said a rushed goodbye, and boarded her plane quickly, as so tae joon couldn't see her tears. hyoni ended up splitting at the seams with tears half the strenuous flight there, as strangers sat and watched her with such fascination as if she were part of some endearing in-flight film. but that was years ago.

back in the present, kang hyoni had made herself a calorie ladden breakfast of bacon and eggs, since she would later be expending all her engery in her latest dance routine. she grabbed a thermos of hot chocolate filled to the brim with mini marshmellows (she wasn't much of an avid coffee drinker because she hated the bitter after taste, and felt that coffee tasted melancholy) and her keys, and left her empty flat in search of her car. the hallways and elevator seemed stark and empty of inhabitants, as she made her way over to the parking garage. it didn't take long for her to spot her car since it was such a bright, vivid, and sleek yellow and black camaro. tae joon had always had an affinity for nice cars, and it had rubbed off on hyoni since she spent so much time with him. the car had been a gift from her parents who believed that such a bright yellow matched her outgoing personality, and were happy to throw away money to please their daughter. however, hyoni felt it was much too bright for her liking, and attracted too much attention, but never got around to changing it.

the whole ride to the dance studio had disappeared in a flurry of stoplights and storefronts, and before she had realized it, she found herself greeting everyone and making her way to her usual practice room.

hyoni strode into the empty room, and took a sip of her scalding drink as she peered at herself reflected all around her in the glass. al her twins seemed so lifelike, it was nearly bone-chilling. her cat tongue fingertips kissed the silvered mirror pane, and left tiny vestiges. hyoni examined closely to make sure that the finger prints weren't coming from the other side of the glass. she'd been afraid that her reflection was a ghost ever since her mother warned her about mirrors as a child.

she exhaled a sigh of relief and stepped away from the mirror, pacing around the room as she watched her twins follow. all she had to do now was wait for tae joon to appear. unlike everything else she couldn't say, she had to admit she was excited to see him.

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NOTES: gah, it's ridiculously long since i was so bored
at work today! lol, the quality of writing
starts off good, and just goes downhill
because i just kept getting interrupted lol

CREDIT: MRS. JAZZY WEASLEY ?! @ CAUTION 2.0 <3