One x One 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬

[matcha girl]

once again —김나영

timeless souls

akeno x matcha girl

 

[akeno]

world of the destined

the muses.

despite being a mere mortal, she was graced with a divine soul, destined to soar freely and thrive in this world. every moment that passed by was a tender kiss upon the canvas of her existence, her soul yearning to take flight like a bird of paradise.

the freedom and bliss she possessed were not bestowed upon her without a price. while others around her danced with ease, her path danced with difficulty, each step a challenge to navigate. like a rose growing amid thorny vines, her journey was one of beauty veiled in pain, as the world sought to ensnare her in its complexities.

he was a man consigned to die, destined to be shackled by the weight of expectations and the constant gaze of others. fate, as relentless as it was, continued to present him with an abundance of opportunities, but it did not offer him the gift of freedom. like a flower in a garden, his life followed a predetermined path without choice, its beauty concealed by the rules others set upon him.

he walks the earth like an actor upon the stage, performing the role that others scripted, his decisions nothing more than a charade. the audience of the world watches him closely, their gazes condemning and demanding more than he can offer. each step he takes is a dance to their tune, a desperate attempt to appease their relentless expectations.

world i

from a distance, gangnam's glittering high-rise buildings, lit up by the glow of luxury, stand as a radiant beacon. the vibrant streets are a hub of activity, filled with the bustle of affluent families and exclusive shops. their rich area was a world of indulgence and exclusivity, a small bubble where the wealthy congregated like butterflies around a flower.

nightclubs and bars stood like jewels in a crown, sparkling with opulence. the rich area of gangnam was a realm of extravagant pleasure, an exclusive domain where wealth flowed like a golden river. here, the affluent assembled as if drawn to nectar, their opulence a magnet for luxury. the atmosphere was one of refinement and opulence, where every street and building whispered a tale of abundance and grandeur.

the poor town, residing in the shadows of gangnam's opulence, lay like a forgotten memory, its existence obscured by the glittering wealth that surrounded it. the gap between the two areas was stark, with the rich ensconced in their social sphere, engaged in relentless status-seeking and luxury-indulging. in contrast, the people of the poor town lived in the cold reality of poverty, their lives overshadowed by the dazzling success of the rich neighborhood next door.

despite their vast differences, the denizens of the city lived in a tight-knit bubble, where the rich and poor were closely interconnected. the rich, in all their wealth and power, knew each other intimately, while the poor served as the invisible hands that kept their lavish lives running smoothly. this close proximity, however, didn't bridge the vast gap between their worlds, but rather created an intricate web of interdependence and disparity.

yet, two faces loomed prominent in gangnam's rich neighborhood: the kim siblings, each plagued with their unique issues. in the glitz and glamour of gangnam's rich neighborhood, the kim siblings stood out like beacons, each carrying the weight of their individual troubles. they navigated through the labyrinth of wealth and status with a certain air of familiarity, their presence felt by all.

the pyeong family, despite their financial constraints, seemed to have an uncanny knack of being woven into the fabric of everything in gangnam's rich neighborhood. they were like shadows, slipping into every aspect of the rich world around them, despite their humble origins. one could almost sense a certain freedom in their ability to weave through the upper-class society, as if they were carving out their place amidst the glittering lights of luxury.

 

[akeno]

SEONU KIM

artist with no muse.

I told you that I would never Leave you on your own When someday, a day like this comes All around us are cliffs, look It might hurt

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  seonu (?)

  
  
  
  
  
  

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  seonu is a man destined to remain eternally fragmented, shackled by the very essence of his humanity. his soul, a canvas of broken promises and unfulfilled dreams, bears the weight of countless shattered hopes and unkept promises.
  
  like a porcelain vase, once beautiful in its intricacy and design, now fragmented and scattered, with each shard mirroring a fragment of his lost dreams. bound by the fragility of his own desires, he is a walking paradox, a testament to the capricious nature of fate and human fallibility.
  
  seonu is forever encumbered by the constraints of his circumstances, his passion strangled by the oppressive weight of expectations. whether it is due to family responsibilities, the relentless pursuit of fame, or the suffocating influence of societal norms, every dream he harbors is shackled, unable to take flight. like a bird with clipped wings, he is confined, yearning to soar towards the boundless skies but eternally tethered to the ground, his aspirations forever out of reach
  
  he became a vessel of bitterness, channeling his unfulfilled desires and disappointments onto those around him in a selfish manner. like a wounded animal, lashing out in pain, he projected his inner turmoil outwards, becoming a source of turmoil for all who crossed his path.
  
  while those around him lived in perpetual intimidation of his mercurial mood swings and abrasive demeanor, he still managed to command a formidable respect and admiration. despite seonu's monstrous tendencies, there was an enigmatic allure about him that drew people towards him.
  
  perhaps it was the power he wielded, the aura of influence he exuded, or the hint of charisma hidden beneath his rough exterior. he was like a magnet, attracting both fear and fascination in equal measure, forever perched atop his self-erected pedestal of control and authority.

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  

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  -- captivating in appearance, perceptive, benevolent, eloquent, charming, clever, extremely self-reliant.

  
  
  

  
  

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  -- distant, superficial, selfish, coy, disingenuous, machiavellian, flirtatious to people who he doesn't have interests in.
  

  
  
  

  
  

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  midnight rides, secret smoke breaks, flawless designer clothings, tacky video games, rain droplets , broken wine glasses , holding hands under the table, ripped love letters, a scent of rich, well-polished wood

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  LIFE I. the taste of wealth

  
  on an otherwise unremarkable evening, the kim household was graced with the arrival of a pair of newfound, tiny souls - identical twins. a boy and a girl, their tiny forms cradled gently in their mother's arms, were lovingly named with tears glistening in their mother's eyes. at first glance, the picture appeared perfect - a loving mother holding her newborn twins. yet, amidst the warmth and tenderness, there was a conspicuous absence - that of their father, the kim's patriarch conspicuously missing from the scene.
  
  it wasn't difficult for the young boy to pick up on the glaringly obvious truth at the tender age of four - their family was far from ordinary. he understood that his father was always drunk on various substances, and their mother, despite her loving facade, was staying with their tumultuous home solely for the allure of promised wealth.
  
  growing up in the shadow of the kim's household, there was a stark absence of affection and warmth. admist the turmoil of their broken home, the only solace the young boy found was in the unwavering presence of his twin sister. she was a constant source of strength and support, a pillar of stability in the midst of chaos.
  
  as he entered elementary school, that emptiness was shattered by an unexpected and harrowing sight - the abuse his mother faced at the hands of his father. the boy stood at the doorway, rooted to the spot, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. confusion and fear warred within him, rendering him unable to move or decide on a course of action in that heart-stopping moment. his father's harsh gaze landed on him, a flicker of disdain in his sidelong glance. after the agonizing scene unfolded before him, the boy was confronted by a sneer filled with contempt, as his father judged him with a dismissive grunt.
  
  as the morning sun filtered through the windows the following day, the boy was struck by the sight of his mother smiling and seemingly content. it was then that an unsettling insight dawned upon him, a realization that had been taking shape in the years of his tumultuous upbringing. the veneer of happiness and love that had surrounded his family, which had always felt unsettlingly superficial to him, now seemed entirely false. love, he concluded, was nothing but a deceptive illusion.
  
  as they grew older, the violent nature of their father became more apparent, his threatening presence looming over both him and his twin sister. they, like their mother, refrained from directly going against him, knowing that his dominance was maintained through financial control. he wielded the power of providing for their necessities and offered assurances of material success in the future through his wealth and a promising business empire. the illusion of security and prosperity, however, came at a high cost - a life overshadowed by fear and control.
  
  to the outside world, the kim twins were perceived as impervious, spoiled rich children who had the uncanny ability to get whatever they wanted. few knew, however, that beneath their seemingly indomitable exterior, a hidden fear and weakness constantly lingered. coping with the complexities of their life, the twins resorted to methods they knew best - coping with substances and forming relationships that lacked genuine connection. the boy found himself involved in countless one-sided relationships, where the girls were utterly devoted, while he remained emotionally detached.
  
  it all rooted from the childhood belief that his father etched into his mind, where love can always be bought with money and power. seemingly turning him into a monster who can never experience love. love, in his distorted worldview, became a commodity to be bought and sold, rather than an authentic emotion shared between two beings.

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