with @gswhyemi​

her style, much like her, was eclectic. with a closet overflowing with items collected over the years, piecing together a costume wouldn’t have been hard if she just ventured into her own wardrobe. but it wouldn’t be lee myunghwa if she saw an occasion and chose not to shop. thus, despite the high likelihood of already owning a plaid skirt and blazer combo, she had to ensure that hyemi and her wore matching sets. after all, there could be no cher without her dionne. hair backcombed for volume, lips lined with a color she otherwise never wore, if asked, myunghwa would say her costume was spot on. if someone didn’t get it, they were either blind or lived under a rock. both of which were highly possible in a place like gwasuwon. for a moment she considered wearing a sign directing people to watch the movie inspiring the outfit. but then again, she figured it was important to weed out the cultured from the ignorant.  

a text was sent when she was already on the way, a bad habit that myunghwa picked up along the way. it was harder for people to avoid her, she learned, when she just showed up unannounced. while hyemi had no reason to dodge her, habits didn’t change so easily. on the way there, a few quizzical looks foreshadowed the rest of their night. myunghwa paid it no mind—she would petition the counsel ( or whoever organized this festival every year ) to ditch the scary movies and play clueless the next. because how dare they not recognize an icon! bell rung, she waited patiently for the door to open before her dramatics began, taking a step back to fully appreciate hyemi’s matching costume. 

“marvelous. spectacular. show stopping.” the english rolled with an accent she learned from her time in paris, followed quickly by a giggle. “you look ah-mazing. but i knew you would,” after all they had picked their outfits together. nonetheless, compliments came easy to her with the expectation of receiving them in return. this was exactly the type of outing myunghwa enjoyed. frivolous fun. wasn’t that all she had been doing since her permanent return to south korea? with a twirl of her own, myunghwa flaunted her number for the night. either she was actually losing her mind or the charm of this tiny island finally grew on her, but she was genuinely excited. “if we leave now we’ll be fashionably late.” first, of course, she stepped beside hyemi, taking the first of many pictures for the night.