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𝗯𝗶𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 for @aellegro july 21st 2024
it’s inevitable they become friends. two girls, with patriarchal figures that dote upon their every move, with more money than man should ever have - money splurged on the apple of their eyes. juyeong likes to think it’s the red string of fate that they both somehow show a similar interest in the same boyband. (okay, but so does the rest of korea. not that it matters because no other girl in korea has family relatives with the money and connections like the both of them do. and there’s even photo proof of it! a picture of them, pig-tailed and toothy grins, sitting outside said boyband’s dressing room - juyeong loves the photos and has it hanging above her mirror. reminds her that sometimes, money can buy lifelong friendships too.)
almost two decades — and some few thousands of photos — later, aera remains an indelible part of juyeong's life, more a sister than mere blood could dictate. yet, amidst aera’s rising stardom and the kang’s increasingly prolific notoriety, their meetings have dwindled. from wine nights every other week to now, an indefinite suspension, citing the need to safeguard aera’s pristine image. okay, logically, juyeong understands, but rationality has never been one of her strengths. and so, there’s an irritation that itches under her skin; while they once clamored for a silver of attention, one extra minute on mbc, they now shun her, as though some unwarranted accusations have sullied their time-honoured legacy. as though her name is a stain on aera’s spotless reputation.
not that any of it is aera’s fault — just that the circumstances of things, which were once inconsequential pests have somehow evolved into an ineluctable gnawing beast of annoyance that chews at her patience. so, as much as there are faces she’d prefer to remain as amorphous bygone figures, she relishes this fleeting escape from voracious eyes & whispering tongues of the masses, away from all the vulgar din.
“hey,” she greets, a welcoming smile blossoming on her lips. she takes a hit from her melon-scented vape, letting the sugary mist drift through the comfortable air of familiar affection shared between them. ugh, i can’t believe we can’t even meet in public anymore. it really sucks that they’re going after you when you’ve literally done nothing wrong? i swear, they just love hating on rich girls. everyone’s a fucking hater, seriously.”