curtain call • seulmin

vi. carnal stageplay

april 26th, 2014 — 2:35pm.

kang seulgi is dancing, a series of elegant spins, spine-breaking twirls and crackly splits, coupled with the ever mellifluous music of chopin (nocturne in e-flat major, op. 9, no. 2). jimin had been kind enough to recommend the masterpiece to her, and now she's as addicted to the music as smokers are to their cigarettes.

she used to loathe the ballet lessons her father would send her seven-year-old self on (madame park is a witch and likes to bruise porcelain skin with wooden rulers because perfection is everything and if you are not perfect you are as good as dead) but now she is ever grateful for the hard beatings of stick and wood, thankful for the knowledge the evil woman passed down to her and all the other battered little ballerinas in the dance studio.

(her toes still hurt, but rosy silk ballet shoes are good for hiding the purplish-blue bruises.)

she thinks about jimin, dancing with her to this masterpiece. pretty hands on her waist and lovely smile on his face as they twirl and bend and dance around the large circular space of her room, crowned by the sunlight that pours from outside. the bath that she's filling up with lukewarm water in her master bathroom will fill up and overflow, and they'll drown in all the wonder and all the beauty.

it did not take long for the both of them to fall in love. jimin, ever flirty and seductive. seulgi, aloof but yearns for color in life. they're a cataclysm waiting to happen— or perhaps they already have, and the wreckage that comes after is the trail of murder that they generously leave behind.

'yesterday was fun,' she thinks to herself with a smile as she executes a splendid pirouette. yesterday, jimin invited her on a joyride with him in the sunset, the kind of adventures you'd see in james dean movies while they lured unsuspecting victims to their deaths.

seulgi had sat on the passenger seat and casually sucked on the strawberry-flavored lollipop wedged between her puckered lips, while muffled screams came from the backseat and jimin dissected and skinned and mutilated innocent people alive. they remained stacked on top of each other in the boot and the backseat, lace curtains closed while the orange and carmine and purple streaks from the sunset streamed in subtly, blanketing the bodies in a warm glow.

jimin had laid lovely roses all over them and blasted elvis presley on the radio as they drove into the breathtaking sunset, and they left the beaten up maserati on the edge of a cliff before zooming away on the harley davidson model jimin brought with them and giggling giddily to each other.

seulgi smiles as she leaps, lands on one pointed foot. spending time with him is lovely. jimin's a meteor that crashed into her atmosphere at the most unsuspected of times, but she welcomes it with so much ease.

he makes her want to live, and that is a terrifying concept to her.

she stops midway in her perfect arabesque at the sound of loud honking. seulgi turns around and walks towards her balcony, nocturne still playing loud in the background as she skips on light steps.

she pushes the balcony doors open, and is delighted to see jimin outside the gates of her grand mansion, revving up the engines of an old convertible, sporting ray bans on and flashing her a charming smile. the sunlight that streams down on him through the windows of his car caress his pretty face perfectly, dousing it in golden honey rays.

he is gorgeous.

seulgi smiles beautifully at the sight of him, waving at him excitedly. she steps into the safety of her room again, quickly changes into something pretty and something a little along the lines of perfect before running down the endless staircases of her mansion, along the pimped out hallways and passing by the confused maids and butlers. she exits the mansion with sunlight in her footsteps, hopping down the driveway and out the tall black gates with excitement akin to fire burning in her heart. she loves it.