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bang yongguk. seventh year gryffindor my thoughts are stars that i cannot fathom into constellations. ★★★

[gryffguk]

hello

[gryffguk]

i look on the dash and i'm half tempted to bring either yongguk or jenn back, tbh. 

[gryffguk]

{ // — outfit post ;

the suit itself was gifted to him from his grandmother on his 18th birthday and the ball is the first time he is wearing it. yeah. ignore daehyun, otl.

[deahyun]

[alena-kim-blog]

[gryffguk]

☆ — mental / byg&hgy.

[hgyclaw]

To care for another had always been an ability that the witch had thought herself to have lost long ago in the back alley of Italy, on those nights that she had used to seek entertainment sitting on the steps of people’s back doors. One could only imagine what sort of entertainment a child would find on most nights in an European back street: theft, rape, and even murder. Yet, Yongguk had came to become an exception. Once only a family friend (and family friends were not people to particularly care for, merely to know as acquaintances), years ago he had become something akin to a confidante. Whatever defensive guard she would put up after those particularly rough hours of violence, they would always be down if his warmth is what comes through the chaos she’d be sitting in.

Thus his own anger, the seething counterpart that rips through his smiles more than occasionally for a reason that Gayoon has yet to fathom, is not one that the woman would shy away from. Anyone else and she would simply have walked away.

Eyes were watchful as he took the offering of Butterbeer, listening to the silence between them that was filled for 10 seconds with his wordless, begrudged counting. She has known him long enough that she could see he obliged, but that it did not work—it usually didn’t. The moment passed, and the chatter and ambiance of the Three Broomsticks flood in around them. She kept an eye on him, though, always wary than he may lash out in ways other than verbal ones.

She picked through that spat piece of thanks, shoulders lifting into an idle shrug, “I don’t. I followed you in.” Only then was her own mug of Butterbeer lifted for a long sip. Indeed, she wasn’t exactly a fan of the sickeningly sweet beverage, but it was something to do with her hands, “I wasn’t going to sit and watch you drink.”

[gryffguk]

he liked that there was nothing extravagant within their friendship. no over-the-top sign of affection, no loud declaration, nothing that showed a third perspective even the slightest semblance of how deeply he really cared for her. yongguk had come to expect very little from everyone around him seeing as whenever he tried he would only be faced with disappointment. even so, he liked that he never needed to expect more than what she had to offer and vice versa. as if what they lacked in the emotional spectrum was more than enough. 

more often than not, having someone not try to shove indifferent opinions down your throat made yongguk feel better. he liked wallowing in his own self pity, finding that it soothed him to know exactly how fucked up it was. he didn't need someone to pacify him, he needed someone to accept him for what he was -- help him through it rather than stop it entirely.

turning slightly to her, the smirk softened into a lop-sided smile. the realisation that he had unintentionally forced her into an area that he had the slightest feeling was out of her comfort zone guilted him and all he could do was apologise. "i'm-" he started, not entirely sure what was to come next. she had heard his apologies too many times to count and yet the feeling never once left. "i'm sorry. i'm just. i don't know. i'm exhausted, gayoon. down right exhausted." 

unbeknownst to anyone within the pub, yongguk curled his fingers around the handle of his glass as he thought more about -- well that's the thing. he didn't know why he was feeling so incredibly horrible; not the slightest fraction. he just did. and that made him angrier. and as the anger settled at the pits of his stomach, his fingers shattered the glass of the handle, littering the counter below it. he glanced down, almost confused, at what he knew was to be an injury; merely muttered a single word under his breath, "fuck."

[gryffguk]

hyoyeon-huffle replied to your post: Walks up to the male, a smile on her face. "Hi, I'm Hyoyeon. Nice to meet you."

"So Guk, can I call you Guk? I’m going to call you Guk. What are you reading?"

Laughing quietly at her confidence, he nodded in agreement. "Sure, as long as I get to call you Hyo" the previously polite smile had grown into an amused grin, as he lifted the book in his hands to show her its title. "Five people you meet in heaven by Mitch Albom" 

[gryffguk]

☆ — champion stand / byg&ihs

[hufxsik-blog]

(...)

The reason why Hyunsik did not want to get involved in fights was because of his health. Although he was much better now, the muggle doctors weren’t quite sure that his lung problems have completely disappeared. They said that it will take time and with a check up once every month would suffice so they could check on his well-being. Although he wanted to take part in quidditch, they asked him to not get involved in physical activities that would make him easily tired. Still, he ignored his doctor and walked to where Yongguk was, unbottoning his sleeves and rolling them up. If somehow, they could resolve this by talking, he would be thankful. But again, his gut told him that they meant business. His shoulders tightened, ready to lash out on anyone who tried to hurt him or Yongguk. In a matter of seconds, he was beside his friend, placing a hand on his arm.

"You got a problem here, Guk?" He asked, smiling at the much taller man. The other boys were quite surprised to see him there but one of them recognized him for the good-natured guy he was and started telling his friends that he wouldn’t dare lay a finger on them. The smile on his lips curved up into a smirk. "Are you sure about that?" They all seemed startled with the way his voice changed, face turning serious. Hardly anyone saw this side to Hyunsik and he too, didn’t think it existed. But once it was out, it was hard to calm it down. 

[gryffguk]

the adrenaline running through his veins from that first punch seemed to have clouded his mind into the belief that he would be able to take on a three person to one fight without any trouble. his breath heaved through his mouth, eyes focused between the other two people that stood before him, looking more than ready to advance on him. his fingers curled by his side into fists, knowing full well that this wasn't going to go anywhere good. 

instead, he felt a hand on his arm. turning slightly, he regretted starting the fight almost instantly. hyunsik had been a long time friend of his, one that knew more of yongguk traits that more people care to think about. he hated whenever his emotions got the best of him and as it dawned that starting a fight was another example of -- he came to realise that hyunsik was only concerned for him. pacifying him in a way that hyunsik probably didn't realise. yongguk be damned if he let someone else fight his battles; especially someone with hyunsik's condition. but at the same time, he was grateful to be pacified. and he was in no way going to turned down the opportunity to put these kids in their place.

the change of tone in hyunsik's voice was enough to tell yongguk that they were in this fight no matter what; guilt and consequences and all. he didn't need to say a single thing after that, instead looked hyunsik square in the eyes, cocked his head once to the right before throwing another punch to the sixth year closest to him. it didn't land as hard as it he had hoped seeing as all it did was make the other stumble before he clocked yongguk in the jaw. eyes blurred a little from pain, he looked over at hyunsik again with an almost goofy smile, before charging once again. 

he was almost certain that this was going to land them in detention with the headmaster, but yongguk was ready to take whatever punishment in stride. no one was going to talk about his mother or disrespect hyunsik like that without a fight. 

[bigwideeyes]

[jinclaw]

Can you imagine? [`/ laughs as well] I invite some friends over and we’re having a casual conversation with my parents and all of a sudden — [`/ does the low voice imitation like what the Gryffindor had done] Muggleborns are running loose again, be right back. And then they all get up, don dark hoods and robes and like, fly out of the house. [`/ chuckles, tossing back the rest of his firewhiskey as well, vanishing the bottle as well] I think it’d be awkward. Or hilarious. I would say we should stage one but I think my parents would kill me if I ever did something that serious to them. They still won’t say Voldemort’s name, hey? [`/ shakes his head] I hear ‘You-Know-Who’ at home so often … I’ve been fighting down the urge to reply with “I know who? Who? I don’t know who” but, once again, I’d probably get a smack around the head.

[gryffguk]

(' drains his bottle once more, laughing as he does, reaching over to clasp jin on the shoulder ) i think that would be a very epic april fools day prank, in honesty. adding it to my list of things to do before i die (' shakes his head, thoroughly amused ) i haven't heard someone refer to him as You-Know-Who in years. i mean, after his fall from power, saying his name became something empowering to everyone around me. they were obsessed with it (' shakes head at the thought ) i'd definitely like to see that happen. or. (' smacks him around the head. pulls back with a disappointed look ) huh, not as great as i thought it would be. oh well (' takes another bottle, walking away from whatever repercussions he'd be getting from jin )

[gryffguk]

☆ — celebrations are in order / byg&dhj.

[gryffhwaeji]

Meaningless. Your life would be absolutely meaningless. (/ chuckles in kind, snatching the menu back from him once he makes a decision /) Drinking on an empty stomach is the worst decision you can make. Weren’t you the one who told me that? Or was it someone else? (/ scans through the items and quickly adds in an order of cornish pastries, a remnant of a smile on her face just thinking about the firewhiskey /) Doesn’t hurt to have actual food on the side. (/ shrugs absently, watching the waitress amble away with their orders. not a few moments later, a pitcher of deep-gold liquid hovers over and sets itself down on the table, followed by two jugs. an excited smile graces her delicate features at the prospect of getting wasted with her best friend /) Though I guess it doesn’t hurt to start without food either, huh.

[gryffguk]

meaningless. (' repeats the word, like he was a toddler that had only just learned its meaning. nods after a moment. ) yeah, maybe. (' chuckling again ) no, that was me. little old guk and ji, taking their first steps towards alcoholism. what was that - third year? or fourth? seems like a century ago, honestly. (' smiles almost wistfully as a pitcher floats towards the two and he takes the initiative to pour their drinks, knowing full well that the drink could've poured itself. but he wanted to do something with his hands, already fidgety under the table ) to... (' pauses, not sure what to toast to ) to welcoming you to the quidditch team among other things (' holds his glass to hear, waiting for the clink ) 

[jiraveun-blog]

 (’ laughs along, though her smile falters as she watches him with big eyes, staring as he takes a sip from his own cup; hesitantly, she looks down to her own glass) are you sure? (’ aprehensively leans towards him, warily eyeing the insides of his cup) maybe we should get it checked? i’m sure potions professor would be able to tell and maybe we could find who does it every morning. (’ slightly frowns) and why.

[gryffguk]

(' blinks at her, at first speechless because he hadn't expected that reaction at all before he hunches over in a well-deserved laugh ) jieun, relax. (' stutters through the wheezing laughter, wipes away an imaginary tear ) i was kidding. the elves are always top spot when it comes to cooking and the beverages are no different -- as you and i both know. (' grins at her ) you can relax, miss head girl. all is well within your school. which, may i mention, is doing quite well under your rule. (' takes another sip, shrugging, hoping she wouldn't take a lot of meaning to the comment ) 

[orxcora-blog]

ew. its you. (' grins almost teasingly, ready for whatever comeback she had )

aw. love you too [// says so sweetly while basically shoving her palm in his face]

[gryffguk]

(' grins as he swats her hand away ) love. gross. (' laughs ) what's up? 

[gryffguk]

Walks up to the male, a smile on her face. "Hi, I'm Hyoyeon. Nice to meet you."

lifts his head from the book laid in his open palm, “hey, hyoyeon, i’m yongguk. nice to meet you, too” nodding once to her with a smile.

[kpopismyfamily]

[jaebeomm]

[gryffguk]

☆ — mental / byg&hgy.

[hgyclaw]

Heo Gayoon is not exactly a person that enjoys being in crowds of other people, often finding it too sweaty, too loud, and too claustrophobic. Often, she spends as little time as possible where she knows there would be too many people: the Great Hall during dining time, the Quidditch pitch when there are games, and Hogsmeade on particular days. Thus it was quite unusual for her to be hovering in the village when she had known of the sale beforehand. Surely it would make for an unpleasant experience. And Gayoon was quite right about that.

But perhaps something had led her here this afternoon (silly, as the girl doesn’t believe in things like destiny or fate, much rather the concept of having everything that happens to her to be in her own hands despite herself, her own life, her story). At least, that was the idea that she quickly dismissed when she heard that familiar voice rise up above the excited chatters of other students, a lot of which were younger. Younger, but not much shorter, yet it mattered little in finding the source of that voice—Yongguk, looking as if he was about to implode. She didn’t bother calling out to him when he stormed right past her.

Instead, she followed him, heading straight for the bar for two glasses of cold Butterbeer. A moment later, one of those glasses was set in front of him, as an offering before he decided to chew her head off, she herself sliding into the seat opposite him. “Count to ten,” she always taunted him with the same words, hiding whatever worry, for it was an emotion that she should not even be feeling, that she has for him each time she sees that flare of moodiness in his eyes.

[gryffguk]

he always wondered why things with gayoon always ended up this way. there was a probably a greeting lost somewhere in the sea of people, but he didnt hear it. instead he heard the slide of a drink before him, the murmur of an instruction he didn't want to heed but did so anyone, the comforting silence that came with having someone being there just because.  

and so he did as she said, starting at one -- his fingers curled around the handle of the glass, a habit he hadn't realised he had developed to cope -- and slowly but surely he approached ten with his anger all but gone. still, it was nice to have someone beside him, anyway. he'll always be silently grateful for gayoon, not only for caring (at least he thinks she cares. he doesnt really mind himself if she didnt because at least she tried) but for putting up with what his mind called psychological bullshit: the facets of his inner personality that made him almost unbearable to be around. 

eventually, after drinking a third of his drink in a silence, "i didn't take you for one who would enjoy the three broomsticks" his lips curved in a smirk that he couldn't help but portray, as if his muscles were far too accustomed to smiling of some sort, "or butterbeer, for that matter. thanks."