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.”