𝗰𝗿𝗮𝘀𝗵 For @silenthowls

EVERYONE SAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY JUYEONG!!!!!

seunghan (...) seunghan pulls her forcefully from the dining hall and into the privacy of the corridor. only here, does he finally turn to face her, irritation on his brow. “what?” he spits — though perhaps, there is something to be said about the scene, how despite her glare, it is him who had closed the space between them. suppose it is undeniable, how it is within the nature of man to sin. how they’re drawn to it. kim seunghan stands a hair breadth away from her, but he doesn’t step away. rather, he keeps his glare on her eyes and presses, “what do you want?”

it was never love, and it would never be. what juyeong understands of love is a sacred devotion, a pledge to an omnipotent deity, a fervor that allows no questions. love is the endless adoration her grandfather lavished upon her, with opulent bouquets and promises of the world if she adheres to his doctrines. love is not the boy who used to share stolen glances with her, laced with clandestine desire during solemn sermons. love is not the boy with whom she commits her first act of treason, a forbidden kiss behind the sanctuary's revered walls. love is most certainly not the sacrilege of worshipping false idols traced in his jawline and tasted on his lips. and perhaps that's why she allows herself to betray every tenet she held sacred when it comes to kim seunghan — because she tells herself that it’d had never been love that bound them. and if it was never love, then it was a sin without consequence, absolved by its very nature.

it was never love, yet their lives remain inexorably intertwined. a divine reckoning, an inescapable convergence of two souls bound by a higher, unyielding force. high school, university, their past is shrouded with the present and all the years between them blended and simultaneous. she’s twelve and feels the almost imperceivable brush of his fingers across hers in the altar. she’s fifteen and clings to him like a sacred prayer. she’s seventeen and sees him only in the back of his car, where the dark of the night shrouds the stern disapproval of their respective families. and now, she’s twenty-four and he’s casting his charms like a wide net, a pathetic attempt at ensnaring a potential catch in the sea of the king’s club. 

she’s not jealous. no, not at all. after all, it was never love, so she has no right to harbor envious pangs for an affection that was never hers to claim. (and yet, she feels the bitter taste of envy twisting her lips into a sneer, eyes darkened with contempt. shut the fuck up, seunghan. she's not that funny.) she's engrossed in a valiant attempt to seem nonchalant, while shamelessly eavesdropping on his vapid sweet-talk when he rudely pulls her out of the room. “let me go, asshole.” funny how that’s the first thing she says to him in years. 

she's never one to retreat from a confrontation, least of all with kim seunghan. and so, she squares her shoulders and locks her gaze on his, eyes blazing with defiance. “why do i need anything from you?” each word punctuated and dripping with disdain. lets out a snide scoff, with a roll of her eyes. “aren’t you busy? there’s still like seven other girls you haven’t hit up yet - wait, i know! they don’t live up to me, do they? that’s why you’re here, wasting my time yet again,” she snaps, cutting lilt in her voice, sharpened to maim his being. “fucking acting like i’m the one who pulled you out of the room.” 

𝘃𝗶𝗰𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀. for @ciiielos

if juyeong had her way, the king’s club would be far more selective, gilded gates tightened to exclude those who soil its sacred floor. although she’s never taken the time to pen a list, if she had, jung chanyeol’s name would be etched close to the top of her exclusions. all these years, juyeong can barely fathom what merit he brings to their sacred circle. sure, he’s easy on the eyes. sure, he's fairly decent at football. but he lacks the lineal wealth that course through their veins. lacks the pedigree that should be his birthright. jesus, at this rate, they might well open their door to every other person on the street - what’s the point of an elite society, if it admits those who are more pedestrian than noble? 

unfortunately for juyeong, the only substantial weapon in her arsenal is the force of her voice, but even its thunderous opposition is muted by the screeching majority preaching rationality and merit. (which she argues is a hollow pretense because this is a world that thrives on neither!) and so, eight years later, she’s still condemned to share the same air as him. still not the worst of it — the true affront lies in his legion of rabid fans who have seized their interactions, immortalizing them in contentious and grainy images, weaving a gaudy narrative of a romance between him and mbc’s problematic heiress. if you asked her, it’s an utterly scathing and libelous assault, and she would much rather her competitor news channel run another story about her family embezzlement. 

she'd already been reeling from the catastrophic ordeal of her weekend, but now, juyeong has to bear through the added torment of encountering chanyeol yet again on a monday. if it weren’t enough that they were both in jeju that weekend, he is also the face of one of their hit variety shows and she has to greet his smiling face on every poster in her fucking office. jesus. she’s shifting through some financial statements when he walks in, and an exasperated sigh eludes her lips, almost as if an instinctive response. she refuses to acknowledge his presence, and it goes unnoticed until someone decides to ask a moronic question — if their hostile air between them stemmed from a nocturnal quarrel. “are you having a lover’s spat?” they tease and it takes all in juyeong not to tell the person to fuck off and die. (she does respond with a smile that doesn't reach her eyes, which in itself is an answer, and juyeong watches, with barely-concealed ire, as he mumbles a hurried apology and retreats with unseemly haste. dumbass.) “can’t believe it,” she grumbles to no one in particular, “can’t believe people think i’m dating you of all people.” 

tag dump

EASY A (2010) dir. Will Gluck

wait till you hear about this next nominee: KANG JUYEONG, born on the 13th of AUGUST, 1993 and bears a striking resemblance to LEE SUNGKYUNG. they’re a FOURTH year BACHELOR OF FINANCE student and RAISED FUNDS TO BUILD THE UNIVERSITY'S FIRST CHAPEL — impressed yet? rumor has it they’re hoping to be the FINANCE DIRECTOR IN MBC, but personally, i think they should aim a little higher — something like the king’s club, for one. now, that suits them a little more, don’t you think? guess we’ll just have to see if they’ve got the talent for it in our upcoming recruitment round.

erm so hi again!! :D august, 21+, swapping one mess for another! i watched this one edit of the roy family to charli xcx's apple and i was like wow i need this canon.... fly high naeon (k*lled her off like they did with my favourite character in the boys season finale but we don't talk about that).. anyways, this is judgemental, elitist, ew poor people, miss kang juyeong! favourite granddaughter of mbc's ceo, who only gives a shit about you if you're old money rich!

super sorry to everyone i've spent the last 2 weeks plotting with, but i promise we'll brainstorm and come up with equally fun plots because she will most definitely cause drama!! ‪♡‬ like this plot for me to double-text you or just drop into your dms again!!

as always more info below!!

personality

inspo: charli xcx’s apple, the glory’s lee sara (thank U gloss for this), gen v’s cate dunlap (juyeong would be a homelander i fear), basically every member of the succession family (but mostly shiv roy’s entitlement), hints of scream queens' chanel oberlin & euphoria’s maddy  tropes: million dollar baby, the hellkite positive loyal, meticulous, articulate, cultured, protective negative pompous, hypocritical, judgemental, elitist, condescending cunt sun, whore moon, bitch rising leo sun, sag moon, leo rising

tbh shes pretty simple. just your typical snobby bitch who thinks people should just stop being poor and will tell u condescendingly about it

strong belief in maintaining a certain social order (if gatekeeping was a person, it'd be her) & extremely elitist 

she’s very big on keeping a good image for the camera (in public, at least, she’s not stupid!). all about smiling for the camera, showing your perfect self but close the doors, invite her to the king’s club, and she’ll show her true colors 

sharp tongue, has the tendency to be very dramatic (it's the leo in her)

she’s the biggest fucking hypocrite out there! she’ll act like the bible is her religion, no sin but then she’s snorting coke off some guy’s abs

but honestly, if ur in her inner circle then you’re kinda set for life. she’ll literally die for you. would go to the ends of the world for u. you ask for the moon? juyeong will get it for you. 

the kind who would provide you an alibi no matter what like ‘babe your boyfriend just called and asked where you were, i told him we were watching a movie but idk where you actually are’ vibes 

her feelings about hyungseo: she thinks he’s gaudy and tacky. although she begrudgingly accepts his presence in the king’s club, she does not like him at all!

background

she’s her grandfather’s favourite child - he thinks she’s like the second coming of jesus or something 

but in reality, it’s kind of a self-fulfilling prophecy. he puts her up on a pedestal and spoils her rotten and she’s the only person in the whole family who wholeheartedly listens and believes him & his tradition.. so it kinda works! 

most of her cousins just write it off as an old man’s rambles and their families have enough money…and her older sister is the worst offender though she gets disowned when she’s sixteen for flipping her granddad on live television and just saying some nasty shit about the church her family runs (she gets written off because she’s a teenage girl right but there is truth to her words) 

as she grows older, there are things with her grandfather’s ideology that she doesn’t necessarily subscribe to but she likes the taste of privilege too much to act otherwise 

and she has her own set of values - it’s a mix of what she believes from the bible & what she’s been raised up with. do they contradict sometimes? yes! does juyeong really care? no, not at all! her moral code is whatever she believes to be

but one thing she keeps with her is that u should only trust and respect the generationally wealthy <3 the inner circle of the top 1% is life <3 family name is everything to her!

even with the king’s club, she got in via having connections who vouched for her and just generally made the rituals/ life easier lol 

she thought being in the king’s club would mean being with like-minded individuals but little did she know… people get in on the merit of hard work too! and not just their family names! ew! 

post grad, she’s working in mbc as a finance director (nepo baby vibes) 

her family is also going through shit after the whistleblower ratted them out for embezzlement and they’re going through Serious Investigations and… let’s just say juyeong is practicing escapism heavily (read: she’s pretending nothing is wrong)

plots

we can brainstorm but just some high level stuff! 

her inner circle please <3

people who have blackmail on her !!! like your family’s fucked. u want to make it worse for them? 

also people she does not respect and just has a general antagonistic relationship with !!

omg pls give me people who think her penance is due!! like she used to tell them to fuck right off because they were new money or whatever and now, your muse is like “who’s fucking laughing now?” [jojo siwa vc] karma’s a bitch

someone related to the plot, did something fucked up to hyungseo and juyeong saw but she’s taking it to the fucking grave bc she considers u a friend ~

juyeong fucks a someone she thinks isn't worthy of being in the king's club - alternatively, juyeong falls in love with someone she doesn't think should be in the king's club ^__^

𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 for @heirdrop

even before the king’s club, juyeong knows of kim yul. of course she does; the constellation of affluent children revolve around a handful of familiar stars. yet, she’d never really made an effort to hold a conversation with him, out of some misplaced loyalty to his half-brother, who inexplicably held her heart in the palm of his hand. even when they were both in the king’s club, they’d merely orbited around each other, interactions limited to polite smiles and curt nods. in fact, she doesn’t think that they’ve even exchanged more than five sentences with each other. well, kang juyeong may be a bitch, but she is a loyal one.

it changes when seunghan appears in 2016. juyeong knows that she made her bed when she pretended to not know him, as though their history had been nothing but a wistful, starry-eyed reverie they’d both dreamt up. juyeong also knows that only in another universe, one where she isn’t the exalted heiress of mbc and he isn’t the son of his mother, do they have even a silver of a chance. yet, despite the stark reality laid bare in front of her, there’s a searing jealousy that festers in the pit of her stomach, scorching through her veins like acid when seunghan gives that fucking smile to someone that isn’t her. 

what sharper weapon than the treachery of blood & kin? no blade cuts deeper than the one wielded by the one closest to you, and juyeong intends to exploit this razor-sharp edge to maim him as much as he has to her. and so, she finds herself sauntering to the one and only kim yul, lashes fluttering heavily against her lids, smile syrupy and cloying. “hi, yul,” she greets, voice honeyed as she tilts her head slightly, letting her gaze linger a second too long to be platonic. 

hand lightly brushing against his arm before she leans in just a touch, faintest trace of his cologne mingling with the air between them. she brings her lips close to his ear, a delicate and intimate motion all too disproportionate given their non-existent relationship. "you look good tonight," she murmurs, soft and inviting with a tinge of conspiratorial sweetness. her gaze, however, divulge her motive as they drifting pointedly towards a different direction, a silent signal of the charade she has choreographed.

ʚ🐑ଓ 🐇 ࣪ ִֶָ ⋆

sowon.

"juyeongie," sowon says so sweetly she could make herself sick, "what did i ever do to earn the privilege of your esteemed company out here? isn't there a heathen you should be trying to convert somewhere? or a sinner you should be disparaging in the name of christ? or am i lucky enough to be today's conquest?"

juyeong is many things — judgemental, dramatic, kind of a cunt and above all, a devotee to tradition. which is why she believes that the sanctity of the king’s club was tarnished the day lee sowon was indoctrinated into the club. it’s bad enough that she was nominated four years ago; even then, juyeong had very loudly protested against her presence. what does she even have to offer? she’d ranted to one of the chessmasters who’d propped the door open for her and eased through the initiations, we’re all fucked if we let her in! 

(the chessmaster had retorted that she already did fuck half of them there. not that it brought any comfort to juyeong — only made her seethe even more.) 

it gets even worse when sowon actually makes becomes a chessmaster, by the grace of some god (or the dick of some guy). and so, juyeong is forced to tolerate sowon’s presence for three agonizing years since. okay, tolerate might be a little strong — juyeong’s grievances are hardly skeletons in the closet. in fact, they’re showcased for all to see and all to hear. she’s aired them to anyone who even dares to bring up sowon’s names, drunk or sober, justified or unwarranted, doesn't matter. (sowon herself is not spared.) 

tonight is another blatant reminder of the importance of upholding century-old conventions. jesus christ, who the fuck is kim haein anyways? yeah, sure, maybe her father owned one or two lavish buildings, but that most definitely did not give her the prerogative to host one of the worst initiations juyeong has ever had to sit through. she would even go as far to say that this had been crafted meticulously by god to torment his gravest sinners. juyeong can only take so much more when she decides to leave, on the pretense of having an urgent phone call. 

unfortunately, yet another form of karmic retribution for god’s finest. lee sowon, beer bottle in hand, tight smile in her direction. juyeong lets out an exaggerated sigh of displeasure, before mimicking sowon’s smile with a sardonic one of her own, walking towards the girl. “sowon,” she acknowledges, as frosty as the air that nips at her skin, lips now downturned into an antagonizing scowl.

“sorry to disappoint, but i think you’re a little past redemption, babe. but i am feeling generous tonight, so i’ll share one of my favourite verses. 1 corinthians 6:18-20,” juyeong replies, a flicker of pure scorn darkening her gaze, “flee from sexual immorality. all other sins a person commits are outside the body, but whoever sins sexually, sins against their own body. your body is a temple and what not.” 

derisive eyes skim over sowon's body, a trail of icy judgement in their wake. “not that it matters to you at this point.”