⟪ — mybeast & doubleristretto ⟜ min yoongi & moon byulyi ⟫

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@doubleristretto That was... strange. What the hell was that?! Byulyi was acting oddly as well. Her fingers were shaking, her eyes wide. What she had seen was the very thing she wanted to forget. A past life had nothing to do with who she was now, and she'd be damned before she allowed that to dictate her life in this day and age. Clearing she muttered a soft, inaudible apology as she her heels to stand behind her camera once more. Her assistant had seen the sudden change with Byulyi and decided it best to not ask her about it, but to get the camera woman a nice cup of jasmine tea. The cool cup of tea made it's way to Byulyi's petal lips, and the girl hummed in satisfaction as the perfumed tea filled her senses. With a smile to her assistant, she handed the almost empty cup to the girl and turned her attention back to the male model. With her senses rejuvenated and her mind now focused, she could concentrate. Shrugging her shoulders she sighed softly, "the magazine said this particular set with you. I don't know what they were going for, but they said you'd do perfectly." Glancing up, she locked eyes with the blonde male. "I'm only here to take pictures of you."

There were all sorts of facets to Byulyi -- her cheerful smiling side, her depressed raging side, her quiet demur side... the list went on and on and the people that knew her best knew best how to handle each side. Take right now for example; upset and more likely to ignore you on her good days. How do you handle this side of her do you ask? Simple: don't ask her what's wrong. One person did that and he almost lost an eye. She was a sensitive soul with an unusually accurate aim and heavy hitting hand.

Pulling a loose lock of hair behind her ear, she grabbed the camera and put it up to her eye. The first shot had him completely off guard, but she enjoyed spontaneity rather than pre planned. A soft smile tugged at the edge of her lips. For three more frames she had him, her next words directing him, "look a bit amused will you~?" Her sing-song voice had her assistant giggling behind her. She knew Byulyi was feeling vetter than a few minutes ago.

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"Juliet, you need to come down," his words whispered through the night, his eyes begging her to join him. Whether it was for the rest of their lives, or just for a minute he wanted her with him.

The girl bit her lip as she combed her hands nervously through her hair. "Alas, if they find out, you'll surely be--"

His words cut her off before she could speak anymore. "Juliet, Love is a smoke made from the fume of Sighs. Please, grace your presence upon me this night."

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Her head hurt, and in the view finder she found him -- her Romeo. The lens became a blur, and she felt coldness streak down her cheek in an attempt to share her sorrow with the world. How could she, in a past life, still love the same man she did then? How was that even remotely possible? Sure she had been in a few relationships since highschool, and no, they didn't end well, but what was that supposed to mean? That she had waited for /him/ her entire life? What about her past selves? Did they all wait for the same man to show up?

Yes. They all had the same characteristics that this man had now. Such striking eyes that the wind was knocked from her chest. Those eyes. She'd never forget them for as long as she lived.

° < sorry it's so short -_- ;; I have a major headache right nwo ;; > °

"Are you sure I'm in the right scene? I feel like I should go change into a leotard or something." He mumbled jokingly as the woman brushed a speck of dust from his shoulder, Yoongi messing his hair again and waving the stylist away when she attempted to fix it once more, the male glancing back at the chaise and wondering what he was meant to do with it. He was used to brick walls and city scenes, less used to these. The blonde male, unaware about the females sudden shock, acted as if nothing had happened as her delicate hand brushed over his shoulder, trying not to think about the flashes of the same eyes in his mind. That was the unique thing about her, no matter when, she always looked - similar. Recognizable, and it made it all the worse.

The blonde man stepped back towards the chaise and sat straddled over the arm rest, one leg bent up onto the cushion and the other hanging limply, boot brushing against the ground as his elbow met his knee. The tips of his fingers brushed over his bottom lip, feeling the slightly chapped skin there as he kept his eyes on the camera, preparing for her 50 shots and he continued to pose naturally, soon letting his mind drift to the woman behind the lens.

~*~

"Baby, we can't do this anymore." Her delicate fingers pressed the folded pad against his shoulder, pulling a sharp groan from his lips as blood soaked into the sterile bandage, his shirt stained with red and his head pressed back against the wall. Her body perched on his thighs as she kept the hold tight against his shoulder, trying to stem the bleeding from the bullet now lying a few meters away and his hands resting on her thighs, always seeking her out. A gentle smirk tugged at his lips, mumbling.

"But we almost got it, all that money...." His hands tightened their hold, tugging her closer as he leant up to press the plump of his lips against her jawline, ignoring the pain that shot through his body and her grumble about him being 'stupid' made him chuckle, continuing to caress the skin under his palms. He always was the stupid one, he didn't mind, she looked after him.

She'd always look after him.

~*~

A lack of sleep lended his eyes a darker tone, slightly glazed, deepening into the lense with every second as if he could peer straight through it into her eyes. He knew that he yearned to speak to her, this, Moon Byulyi. He wanted more that anything to talk to her, to find out if she remembered but something in him held back. The model running a hand back through his hair as he leant back against the wall, still perched on he chaise, finally breaking his gaze from the camera and his eyes sliding closed. Godforbid he fall asleep here but his eyes needed the break and they appreciated the pose.

@doubleristretto Byulyi had always been competent, after all she was left to fend for herself at a young age. She learned not to wholly trust others, learned to keep to herself and learned to fend for herself. Setting up the cameras was easy enough, but getting the lights to focus was another thing. The way they shone was not flattering at all to the set. The background was grey with white pillars wrapped in thorn vines. The entire set looked like something out of a fairy tale. Sighing to herself she left the camera be as her assistant wiped the lens. "These things always give me hell," she whispered, frowning to herself when the lights shined in her eyes. "H-hey! Can someone turn these down?" Two people jumped to turn off both lamps simultaneously. Byulyi shook her head as the two laughed at each other. At a closer glance, the bulb seemed to be dying. Shaking her head she ped the material surrounding the bulb and reached in to grab the bulb... only to hiss and withdraw her hand away faster than lighting. She had forgotten that the bulb was going to be hot and hand slightly burnt her fingertips.

"Are you alright?!" Her assistant gasped as she took Byulyi's wrist to inspect the photographers slightly red fingertips. Byulyi nodded her head as another assistant came back with an ice cold water bottle. "Hold onto this, we'll get you some aloe gel." Byulyi just nodded as that same assistant sat her down, her fingers wrapped tightly in her hand.

Her manager had snickered when she hissed, commenting on how incompetent she could be at times. Well, she thought as she tried not to throw the water bottle at her, if I wasn't so tired, I would have noticed that the damned thing was on and wouldn't have grabbed it with my bar hands! Yelling was no use though. That woman was the devil incarnate, and she lived to make Byulyi's life a living hell. But she learned to deal with it. She learned to ignore it (physically), but yelled her lungs out within her mind. She was able to mentally murder her manager, shove her in a shallow grave, and drop a ton of bricks on the grave.

Byulyi couldn't help the soft sigh that escaped her. When had her assistant returned? She looked down to see her gently applying the gel and wrapping a bandaid on each one, carefully ensuring it wouldn't hurt more than need be. "Byulyi-ssi, I've changed the light bulb!" The other assistant called out happily, his hand wrapped in a glove and the bulb tucked between his fingers gingerly. The woman could only smile as she was allowed to stand, and take her place behind the camera.

If there was one thing wrong with Byulyi, it would be that she didn't always pay attention to her surroundings. Like, when did Jimin show up, just standing there as he was expected to be given instructions. She hummed a soft sound in the back of as she fixed the setting on her camera. "Let's see..." she began as she stepped towards the male, gently pushing a lock of blonde hair away from his eyes. "Just go ahead and lounge on the chaise. You're known for your slightly messy, bad boy persona, so just lounge as you see fit." A speck of dust had landed on his shoulder and the woman, daring she was not, gently brushed it off of him.

As soon as she touched his skin, her mind went blank. She went rigid. Her entire being felt like it was being shocked. Just the simple contact had her gulping loudly, her mind's eye flashing picture after scenario in her mind. All of the people she used to be. Long since forgotten. Long since dug up again when she touched him. Clearing , she retreated behind the camera, yelling out "50 frames, let's go," as if nothing had happened.

{{ Also! Yoongi is gonna be blonde in this ~ just for reference haha }}

It was difficult, being a lonely half of a whole presumably countries apart and unfamiliar. Yoongi had long tried to forget the dreams that pounded against the sockets of his eyes and caused him to develop a preference of whiskey and cigarettes. Good night sleeps were few and far between and when they did occur, he was usually too drunk to fight the soft touches along his arms and the gentle lips on his neck that haunted him, leaving him even worse in the morning. The man had come a long way in his own life, and his start was reasonably more modest than his past births - if his dreams were anything to go by. A small family from Buk, Daegu, he made a few mistakes that left him craving his dreams and inking his skin.

The morning of the photo shoot was the same as always, staring awake at the ceiling as he could almost feel her ghost in the crook of his arm, shirt long abandoned and he despised it. Despised her. How she would come every night before flying away from him come morning, his fingertips itching to tangle in her hair or lace with her own. Never being able too. Distastefully he pushed from the bed and threw on the first clothes he found, a baggy tank top and a pair of skinnies, the black inked 'S' showing at the back of his neck and he kicked his feet into his tattered skate shoes before grabbing his keys and heading out.

He was going to be early, but then again he was always early.

~*~

They finally let him into the building at 7:30am, the pale man dropping the of his cigarette into a nearby bin before stepping inside, blowing the silver smoke over his shoulder and he was soon swept upstairs by his stylists, running a hand through his still messy hair. He never put any effort in coming to these things. The photographers and stylists usually liked the 'rough, i just got out of bed' look they said he carried. The man trudged up the stairs, flashing a polite smile to his stylists before plopping himself down in a chair and let them get to work.

He didn't take long to work with. His hair quickly styled to be messier than before, concealer to hide the dark circles and a few charcoal specks along his monolids before he tugged on the skinnies the rode lower on his hips and a baggy t-shirt that slipped off his shoulder if he wasn't too careful. The white if the material making him look even paler. Soon he slipped his feet into boots with loose laces and made his way out to the photoshoot - presumably to meet his photographer - before noticing their absence and he made himself comfortable in a nearby chair, settling in for the wait.

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Yoongi wasn't into all the politics of modelling, he refused to get a manager and as the screeching of a woman met his ears as the doors swung open he smirked. That was why. He couldn't stand being yelled at like that. He ran his hand back through his hair, a subconscious action that made his stylist rush over and attempt to fix it as he looked to the doorway and the sight of the woman fighting with her manager made his blood run cold and he cursed himself for leaving his cigarettes in the changerooms. He needed a smoke.

"Moon Byulyi!"

Moon Byulyi, so that was her name... this time. His eyes watching her black hair cascade down her back and her rose bud lips pursing in anger at her manager, clothes ruffled and tugged at his smile tugged against his will, almost as if looking upon an old friend. However the man soon wiped his smile away, rubbing at the black at the back of his neck out of habit before calling out to the crew, "Are we starting?" Yoongi asked, walking onto the set and the intern put the chaise down, nodding towards him and he observed the different props around the room, they were all quite fancy and he looked like he'd just been pulled out of a club, he didnt know how this was going to work.

"So Boss, where do you want me?"

@doubleristretto "My love, you look radiant," lips moved against her pale skin as her ruby red lips spread into a bright smile. He always knew what to say when she was under duress. The kingdom had been run by her, and her husband for as long as she can remember. They had been great together. He complimented her weaknesses with his strengths, and she put forth a formidable power when he was too soft. But, in times like this, they forgot they were royalty in a desert, forgot things like running a kingdom. In this spacious Hamma it was just her and him, basking in each other's beauty and glory, feeding each other indigenous fruits as they soaked in a milk honey back. Her black hair trailed down her milky back as she leaned into his chest, jewels and gems forgotten as they sat twined against each other. "Then again.. My Queen is always so radiant."

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She had awoken with a start, breathing heavily as her eyes snapped open. She had been sweating, soaking her pillow, from the dream. Why would she dream of such a thing? Especially now? Now when she had begun to forget those dreams, what they told her. She knew she was the reincarnation of a stunted lover in the prime of her teens, a royal who was known for her exotic beauty, and a badass vigilante that loved a cruel man. She knew all this. She knew that she was only half of a whole that universe put together.

Grabbing her phone form her nightstand, she screamed in terror at the time. She was late! Today was an important shoot that had her ready to pay for two months rent. Her manager had snagged the gig when she had been down and out on her luck. And she had to snap photos of one of the most prized male models to date - Min Yoongi. Her manager had warned her not to be late... and here she was, running an hour behind schedule as she frantically ran around, grabbing her cameras, tugging on (haphazardly) her clothes, and rushing out the door with her keys. Today she was not taking her car -- too troublesome. She'd have to find parking in a usually crowded building and she was not up for that headache. Stepping out onto the curb, she waved a hand, stopping a cab immediately. Jumping in, she quickly shouted the address to the driver and told him to step on it. And step on it he did. If anything was to blame for her lateness, it was that damned dream!

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"Where is she?!" The manager yelled, making a new intern who was helping place a chaise down in the designated area. "She was supposed to be here an hour and a half ago!"

A laboured breath came from the main doors and an unpresentable Byulyi stood there, trying to catch her breath. "I'm... here...," she breathed, keeling over a bit with her hands on her knees. Her manager took one look at the girl and clicked her tongue.

"Where the hell have you been?!" From the start of her career, she knew not to mess with her manager. The woman took her job way too seriously, and was easily moved to anger. And her fuse was short. Very, very short. One wrong move and you could be on a plane to Timbuktu... trying to get away from her. "You were scheduled to be here before 7! Do you know what time it is?" Without an answer from Byulyi, who was currently testing the lights, she continued. "It is 9! 9! You don't get paid to be late, Moon ByulYi." Her whole name had her freezing. Slowly turning to look at the woman, she rolled her eyes. Her manager noticed the bags under her eyes and took a step back. "What's wrong with you?"

Byulyi took a step forward an annoyed look on her face. "Do you know how many nights you have me staying up just to edit photos? You work me to the bone, and I don't complain. Not. Once. But this. This is beyond annoying. Just let me do my job, and we'll discuss this later." She didn't have to look at her manager to know what type of look she was giving Byulyi - annoyance. The woman was not known to speak her mind, and when she did, it was very rare.