Bae Suzy *✧ Marie Claire Korea February ‘19 Special Edition

Heart / Alone

Suzy - Yes No Maybe (2017)

↬ imssg ; sora｡

minsook: this day is so shitty

minsook: i ruined my phone, got sick and upset a lady in just three hours :-(

minsook: dont u think i deserve cuddles n hot cocoa to cheer up now :-( :-( :-(

minsook: wait holy shit

minsook: wrong number shit sorry !! let's pretend this never happened ok thanks fam

sora: lmao

sora: wow im so happy this happened to you honestly this brightened up my day

sora: but for real

sora: lol i guess that kind of sucks for you

sora: do u wanna talk it out...lol

goldenxhyuna:

princess.hyuna: look at mr. karl lagerfeld! he’s the cutest dog in the world. princess.hyuna: aren’t we adorable? dogs love me. i’m amazing. princess.hyuna:cesar millan,eat your heart out!

soraisasleep: hes super cute omg soraisasleep: Pls invite him round so him and my dog Mooshie can ;););) soraisasleep: i dig that colour coordination honestly.

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listen lel im in canada away from home w/dodgy wifi but i am here :/// i am so sorru for my inactivity but ive found wifi bless so!!

splootbyul:

sxraii:

she really should invest in a spare key for sora, eunbyul thought, as she blearily made her way to the front door. what she was expecting behind it she didn’t know, sleep still stubbornly in her bones, but it wasn’t….that.  opening the door was a bucket of cold water straight to the face—a poor joke almost, considering who it was that stared back at her. there, standing in front of her was sora, eyes red, a smattering of ash still caking her features. whatever playful greeting she had ready on the tip of her tongue died in her throat immediately. instead an offered hand, and— “sora-ya…�� her muted chartreuse said everything her friend didn’t.

“I could’ve done more.” Guilt seeps through her features like a plague, unavoidable and deadly. And while Sora refuses to cry, her voice breaks and her hands shake. It all happened to fast, she was still young, fresh blood & she simply didn’t know any better. Sora walks closer to the girl and stands still, face resting against her shoulder. Sniffs quietly breaking the silence between them “What will it take to be good enough.”

I'm going to my grandparents hopefully on sat!! But I'm a bit busy tonight and will do replies tomorrow ❤️

[text] Please don’t do this. / [text] I want you to be happy. / [text] I know you may not feel like you are, but you are loved. And important. Please don’t forget that. / [text] I’ll be there in five minutes. / [text] Hey beautiful no judgment but why is there a bucket of KFC chicken in the bathtub?? ( tbh this is the first thing he'd say if hE EVE R MANAGES TO GO BACK TO HIS LEGALLY OWNED PROPERTY HATER PLS GET OUT ) thx

[text] Please don’t do this.

[text] Tell me…tell me what other choice i have? What can I do? I think i’m better off leaving then facing the past anyway[text] you know that.

 [text] I want you to be happy. 

[text] i’m sorry. [text] but you know finding happiness isn’t easy.[text] And I’d rather you be happy than me[text] i think you might of thought that by sacrificing things would be easier...your guilt but I don’t think that ever washes away.

 [text] I know you may not feel like you are, but you are loved. And important. Please don’t forget that. 

[text] can u not get emotional on me[text] lol[text] i just bought takeaway[text] come over pls[text] and thanks i guess :) 

[text] I’ll be there in five minutes. 

[text] i keep thinking im running out of time[text] that the next fire or next attack ill be gone[text] like ill end up six feet under[text]why ?[text] why am i so afraid?

[text] Hey beautiful no judgment but why is there a bucket of KFC chicken in the bathtub??

[text] its a decoration piece……ahaha[text] i got hungry [text] im sorry abt the smell its like 4 days old…[text] just be thankful there r no rats [text] also the rats r beautiful not me get it right

raise ur hand if you’ve ever been personally victimized by allie...asdfgh smh i feel attacked, anyway gonna sleep night peeps i shall do the rest of replies tomorrow..at some point. 

etherecll:

( sxraii )

( THE PILLS MADE IT HURT LESS ) the accident happened at ( 3am saturday ) , HALF AN HOUR later & the ONLY ( sky group ) heir is declared dead for over a minute on an operation table. [ but he survives ] broken arm, wounded ribs, bruised lips & they told his grandfather, M A Y B E he’d have to learn how to walk a g a i n, but the man was too busy ; it was a nice day for MOURNING. ( A MONTH , TWO , HALF , THREE ) — the damage is there but he doesn’t feel it. grief knocks his door & YELLS at him : ’ he is d e a d ’ but the ONLY heir simply covers his ears. the enthusiastic golden boy turned into a quiet NOBODY & they ( HIS UNCLE ) needed answers, so the psychiatrist changes prescriptions. ( IT  WORKS ) ; for awhile. it’s 3am of another saturday & five ( SIX ?? ) months have gone by. grief lays by his side but this time, there is no v i o l e n c e. he silently wraps around his throat & in a gentle whisper, condemns : ’ you DID it. ’ the boy tries to fight it. he threatens to run for the pills. RUN — run to them. run more – all at once.

( && THAT WAS THE STORY OF HOW THEY MET ; ) seven months passed & she was the only c r a c k left in between his CAREFULLY BUILT walls. they wore tailored suits & bid the legitimate heir goodbye as FAMILY of two – for the last time. later, at 3am, a ( beautiful ) boy kneels before a stranger and begs, wearing a H E A V Y heart on his sleeve : ’ lie for me ’ . his features are worn down by time & his lips are still brusised but he’s effortlessly ( perfect ) & maybe that’s why she dried the tears staining his cheeks & whispered : ’ YES. ’

( TWO YEARS HAVE PASSED ) and 3am saturday, he puts her to sleep with soft piano music, because the nightmares aren’t able to dance around their minds with the same disturbing grace anymore. most days, he doesn’t understand why she’s restless  – is it her job ?? is it the family ( she never talks about ) ?? but STILL, he plays & p l a y s & runs his fingers through soft dark locks, until the sun starts to come up & it’s not so scary anymore. — but now he UNDERSTANDS. she’s not restless. ( she is waiting ) waiting for someone who is not coming. “i have. i know what you mean, trust me — ” YES, ’ trust me ’. though i’m not good enough to fill the hollow on your chest & the skeleton sunken city ( HE ) left behind — trust me. “talk to me, sora. ” carefully, SLOWLY he stepped towards her ( his own pain completely forgotten, the drawing still safely hidden behind his back ) “please.”

She remembers the moment as if she is reliving it. A boy, too young to be in a situation like this. Begs for his own SACRIFICE. As if it would fix the irretrievable mess that he hasn’t even CAUSED. She doesn’t understand how someone could be so unlike her, so willing to give up everything for nothing more than a FRIEND. & Sora has watched as his life slowly fell apart & his family felt bitter. But she felt BITTER, bitter that he so willingly gave up his blood ties for nothing more than mere WATER. She didn’t understand the choice he made, but she was forced to accept it. 

Sora doesn’t like to talk about it, THE PAST, it haunts her like a shadow in the hot sun. Unwavering and ever present. She is in a drought. She doesn’t need anyone, but she can’t live alone, such is the paradox, such is the tragedy. Bless him, really, she thinks to herself, because who else could make her feel alive like INHO did, it’s not the same, but it certainly feels nice. Nice to have someone CARE. She’s been hiding, hiding as if it would somehow fix things and heal her heart, but it wasn;t enough. She’d run away from the past for long enough  and she couldn’t CARRY this weight on her own.  Stubbornness was one of her worst traits & as she pushed herself further away from him, crouched and back against the wall, she felt as if she was back to square ONE. “You don’t understand.” She sniffs, cluthcing her chest tightly. “H’es never coming back & I...I can’t move on.”  She’s coughing, spluttering, trying to find a reason to breathe. Because he’s appeared again, in the corner of the room, his eyes still the same, his smile just as BREATHTAKING. “I can never escape him.”

elvcnas:

   “   no   ,   i’m perfectly fine.— — —   “   (   note the undeniable sarcasm in her voice   ).   “   i went to mcdonald’s   &&   they messed up my meal. i threw a fit for about twenty minutes when i realized it after i got home   ,   but still ended up eating it. with a lot of anger   ,   though.   ”

A look of mock concern flashes across Sora’s face as she smiles gently a few moments later. “There will be plenty more opportunities for McDonald’s in the future.” She pauses, lips pursed. “Bad day huh?”

cjiho:

sxraii:

once again, jiho finds himself on a nightly walk, attempting to give himself a break. memories haunt the walls of his apartment and though he’s done well adapting to the intrusion, it gets to be too much on occasion — hence his need for fresh air. despite his usual need for hurrying, wanting to get off the crowded streets as soon as humanly possibly, things are a little different at night. gangnam doesn’t sleep ( not necessarily ), but the world does quiet down when the stars come out to play. which means he’s comfortable taking his time; his gait lies heavy on the lackadaisical side and his face is void of emotion — too busy focusing on how to compartmentalize his feelings, but an unexpected familiar face softens his features. a smile warms his lips as he joins her. the pair aren’t aquainted that well, but jiho considers her a friend ( he’s also grateful for her distraction — which has saved him a second time now ). chocolate hues drop to the food pushed before him and he immediately shakes his head, a waving hand following suit in protest. “you don’t owe me anything for that; i helped you because i wanted to. you don’t have to do this.” gently, he passes the cup of noodles back to sora. “plus, i feel much better watching you eat instead of the other way around.” a wide grin accompanies his last sentence, “so, please; enjoy!”

Their tentative interactions had already elicited a change in Sora, with others she was usually aggressive or snaky, but already around Jiho her voice was quieter and her eys were less angry. She felt calmer, as if violent waves had turned into mere ripples --she mused if he had the same effect on other people too. She gently pushes the ramen forward once again, warmth of the cup itself causing her smile to become slightly brighter. “Take it, seriously. you look like you’ve got a lot on your mind.” She purses her lips, shaking her head. “Food always makes things better, at least for me anyway.” She remembers the way she’d often show up at others apartments, tired and sad, then someone would give her some leftover kfc or better yet, barbecue chicken & somehow everything become a little easier. “It’s a nice night though, at least that’s something to be happy about.”

minscck:

sxraii:

the main reason why minsook chose to examine the crime site so late was because he preffered to work with no people around – he knows he tends to get distracted really easily, it’s a bad habit of his. the less noise there is, the easier his job gets, simple as that. an unpleasant surprise is waiting for him, though, it seems ( he barely keeps in the groan that’s begging to be let out ). “ it’s called working, you should know something about that, ” he won’t let himself be taunted into losing his temper; not at a time like this, he likes to think he’s a professional through and through. he still feels the irritation building up inside him – out of all the people to interrupt, her? it’s really not his day; not only did it take him ages to get the official paper that would allow him to, as some would say, ‘ snoop ’ there all he wanted ( and if he had to bring up the chief’s late visits to the club, no one had to know ), once he gets there it just gets worse. “ could you make yourself helpful and find your way home or wherever you should be going now, please? ”

She doesn’t like interacting with people, especially locals who seem intent on crying about this ‘tragedy’ and  this time Sora wants to remain focus. The job on her hands requires concentration, but deep down she already knows that HE will put her off. “I think I’m more qualified than you to be here.” She remarks, rolling her eyes and deliberately shining her torch in his direction. “Unlike others, who think they can go around taking people’s money only to come up with bullshit observations ---I’m actually here on OFFICIAL government business.” A spark of amusement etches on her lips, really, irritating him was so entertaining while doing such a boring job and the smile holds while she begins writing down observations about the site itself. “Go home pretty boy,  you’re not needed here.”

[text] Hey beautiful no judgment but why is there a bucket of KFC chicken in the bathtub??

[text] i couldn’t be bothered to move[text] i gave special instructions to the delivery guy[text] but then i had to go on a call [text] i left loads for u dw [text] but the bathtub is abit greasy im sorry be a bit careful[text] i was a bit sad cause this cat scratched me and i dont know why i got so sad about it

@changminvs

The art gallery is crowded, but for once Sora feels alone. She’s focusing on the painting intently, trying to FEEL something. It was easy for Sora to get angry or sad, feel strange euphoric bouts of  happiness, but she didn’t understand the importance of paintings and photography, surely these were just pictures, figments of imagination and memories, they lacked relevance in her eyes. “I still don’t understand the meaning behind this painting, can’t we go eat something now?”