WE WERE GOLDEN

i let you find it on your own

[hpjinna]

ill noise

[hpjinna]

 a day off, a time just for himself besides the fact that he was now sharing his apartment with someone else now. tae was sprawled on his bed, indulged in a deep sleep still lingering from last night. it was as if not a sound could wake up from his slumber, but he was incredibly wrong about that. the sound was muffled, but it was enough to waken him out of his sleep as he sat up, and looked around. of course someone belting the words to madonna’s like a virgin so early in the morning could only mean one thing; that annoying ass neighbor was back, and possible drunk or whatever tagged with her from yesterday.

tae looked over at the time that was displayed on the digital clock on his dresser. the time shown seven in the morning, and about that time tae mentally cried that someone would do that to him so early in the morning. the worst thing about all of this was that it could be heard mostly in his room, and with that he reluctantly moved from his comfortable bed to get the broom that he used almost everyday to bang on his ceiling to get the other to shut up.

you would think as many times as he put in complaints they would have done something about the annoying tenant that sung terribly so early in the morning, but yet she was still doing the same thing more often than usual. 

“ aish… i wish she be quiet. ” tae complained, running his fingers through his hair as he gave off an annoyed sigh.  

the glug of water she downs after her appalling chorus soothes the dry throat, helps a little in dulling the ache in her head that’s paralyzing the flow of lucid thoughts. of course, the song continues after the minor pause, as inna shifts to her room, begins to ransack through all the storage compartments for her medication. it is after a hasty raid through the drawers by the dresser, a sluggish little dance and a you’re so fine, and you’re mine that her feet pick up faint vibrations on the floor beneath her. soft thuds, spaced apart. a familiar, intentional disturbance. 

suddenly, she’s capable of remembering the seemingly endless stack of complaint letters, addressed specifically to her, and the neighbor with the undeniably nice face living below her that’s peevish for her irregular morning habits. one would think he’d get the memo after she had left him some complimentary earbuds in his mailbox to satisfy his displeasure towards her singing. 

in his perspective, she is a bother. in her perspective, he’s being petty; excessively trivial. the fault clearly lies within her, but the girl is obstinate and a firm believer of her own perceptions. denial is what she offers in place of apologies. in her response, she grins impudently to herself, halts the search for the painkillers to begin jumping, kindly returning the favor. 

“did i wake you up?” she sings this, deafeningly enough for him to hear, “good morning! ah, wait-- i suppose it’s not exactly a good one. am i right?” 

[spicykpop]

[hpjinna]

breathe me in, i’ll be your escape

     * @hpjsehun the limitless fervor the night offers yields a divergent variety of temptations, yet the girl finds herself not indulging in this rarity -- her impulsive, reckless, i-love-turning-myself-into-wreckage self rejecting and disregarding this generosity to find a moment’s worth of seclusion at the bar. there’s a faint sheen of sweat waiting to dissipate from her neck, a high desperate to be calmed as inna coaxes her body into a state of composure. in her right hand: her phone, glaring brightly back at her to get her to find the friends she had lost over the past hour. in her left: a tall glass of water, iced and clear, no alcohol in its contents. oh, they say it’s the best drug to concoct alcohol and good music and induce it into your system; they say the vibes get warm and spine-chilling and the guilty pleasures come from psychedelic realities that come after, but she chooses to stand out in the pool of the minority today, excluding herself from the crowd to live in the moments consciously. the girl that defines oddity wants to have her fun in the real world. 

fun is subjective: and this is proven by how there’s a stranger with a buzzcut and a leather jacket behind her trying to force his definition of it, attempting to convince her with his breath on her nape, his fingers welting reds down the fairness of her pale arms. she shakes him off, daringly hisses something about his mother under her breath, though it’s when her bold spirit does nothing but heighten his arousal even more that she decides to bring the spotlight to herself, in hopes the negative attention would be of help in eliminating his presence for good. a tight slap makes its way to said stranger’s face, and she waits for eyes to look before she aggravates, trusting her safety to the security of her onlookers: 

“go find yourself a cheap whore to get along with.”

[hpjinna]

If he’s learned anything, it’s to listen more than he talks. Endless fights could have been avoided if he had learned this sooner. 

Her words were gooey, but didn’t stick as hard as Jack or Jäger – they were soft enough to take in with ease, but stuck enough to leave an impression: “The remaining five minutes are reserved for me cleaning up and for locking that door as soon as I can.” His eyes weren’t far from her fingers, absently following her movements; everyone had a reason for sauntering into this cozy corner bar. Whether it was from a day at work that just dragged on for no reason or some relationship problems, alcohol soothed wounds and stitched up cuts. From her lips to glazed eyes, Moon could tell that whatever it had been, it had been rough. Another drink wouldn’t hurt her or his paycheck. 

Hands reached for bottles and for glass, “Gin and tonic, was it?” He poured himself one, too. People often fall in love with what they don’t need, like a flimsy conversation. After an annoying night of babysitting adults, he could use more than a few shots of any of the liquor behind him. 

Moon leaned forward against the bar after serving her drink, taking a sip of his own, “I’ll join you, then chase you out.” 

“the closing time should be 1.55 if you’re going to keep that up.” the mouth that’s familiar with satire utters the very words that invite vexation into their conversation. she speaks without thinking, and the blame goes to the alcohol voiding maturity behind her every thought. with her head tilted, dainty hand rested on her cheek, she resembles the innocence of a cherub, but sleazy is the way she smiles up at him as he caves in to her need. a tipsy giggle accompanies the undulating of the drinks as they fill new glasses, ready to quench the souls that crave the toxic therapy. she dismisses the drink that’s set down right before her eyes, half-lidded gaze attached to the veiny hand that feeds its owner’s mouth with the same gin and tonic. their exchange of witty expressions do more than kindle amusement in her dull night. 

the devilishly handsome bartender and musician had captured her full attention.

”you’d really chase me out?” she drones and feigns disappointment, just before she sets her head on her elbows, folded prettily on the bar counter. inna wears another enticing beam, decides there’s no wrong in testing the waters in her desire to define the fine line between diving and drowning. “it’ll be your loss. after this five minutes, you might end up asking me to stay a little longer. 

wanna make a bet?” 

[mitsuki20s]

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@hpjinna​ 

1:53 AM and the bar is closing in seven minutes – he’s a little tipsy from the necessary shots to keep sanity in tact while serving ungrateful patrons. Moon was hiding in the back, stretching out his arms and trying to get rid of some of the built up tension in his shoulders. The brace previously keeping his arm locked in a single position was no longer needed, but his muscles atrophied too much for his liking. It was a drag to keep up. 

Walking out of the safe zone, he glanced at his co-worker who then glanced at a lone survivor: a woman with glazed over eyes and silky brown hair cascading over thin shoulders. Jihoon had herded the cats the night before, so it was Moon’s turn tonight. 

“Hey,” he slid her empty glass away from her, it vibrated off of the wood surface. “We’re closing soon – if you want one more drink, there’s enough time, but after that, you’ve got to go.” 

how to resolve repressed anger: guzzle all the drinks and hope it goes away. 

they say it’s not professional to bring her feelings along into the working world. it’s an unethical law; an unspoken forbidden regulation expected to be heeded. they tell her to leave her problems at home and come in to work as a clean slate so she would have no distractions -- emotions tweak even the slightest features on the face of a model, after all. they don’t tell her what to do when her problems source from work, and inna has no leads for solutions, so she seeks her salvation in an empty bar, where slender fingers cradle a shot glass while she waits for her silent rage to die down. inna estimates a little more toxicity to help, but the thought gets dissipated the second her palm feels bare. harsh eyes scrutinize the male before her, and she easily recognizes him as the same performer from earlier. objectively, he’s attractive, but good looks fail to win over her nasty temper as she glances at the wall clock, snaps: 

“you close at two, don’t you? i can do a lot of things in the remaining five minutes you have until you close down,” a pause, as her gaze returns to her glass, “pour me another and join me or leave and come back in a bit to chase me out.”

[hpjinna]

ill noise

how to have a good morning: have an insane night. have a hysterical night of frenzy. down all the drinks like they’re not poison for you or your liver and lose yourself to incessant music and heated crowds. kiss a boy or two, leave them wanting more. steal someone’s door knob, draw a dick on an unconscious someone’s face, cheer at everything the people hail. idolize yourself in a space where there is no cognizance and reality is an augmented mess you can reign. wake up with a void replacing your mind, migraines instead of memories and realize the sentiment is meant to be sarcastic all along.  

the painkillers better be in the bedside drawer, she slurs this, voice barely audible as she fights to regain the breaths she’d lost to the flight of stairs. inna is still heaving while twitching fingers struggle to unlock the front door to her apartment, lipstick-smeared mouth firing a discreet string of cusses before she succeeds. immediately, a foolish grin of triumph is worn, and she steps into the comforts of home with hopes of finding the cure to the persistent throb present in her head. however, the intolerable silence presented by the idle morning convinces her to change the despised circumstances (oh, how badly she hates quietude), so she begins to sing zealously, if not deafeningly.

it’s just unfortunate she doesn’t have the gift for it. 

“LIKE A VIRGIN, TOUCHED FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME---”

[hpjinna]

sup hoes hi!!! it is i, som, and my baby inna, here to grace aLLL of you with our presence!! i mean- i hope ur graced- are u graced? no? cmere u rude ass fu- ANYWAY. tysm for the warm welcomes!! i’ll get to replying all the lovely messages soon ♡ i can’t wait to start!! but for now have some notes about inna + rs plot ideas below the cut! if you have any plot ideas or anth you want your muse to do w inna tho, don’t hesitate to hmu. i’m also avail on line so if you wanna talk or be dumb and dumber w me, just ask for my ID! till then!!!! mua h- o wait p.s profile + bg pages will be up sooOOOoON

✘ she wasn’t a planned baby :-( the fastest sperm made it gdi  ✘ childhood wasnt great bc her parents arent that good w kids in the first place and they pressurized a lot to do well in those rich kid classes. they rly just wanted a gifted kid to show off it’s p basic   ✘ had no freedom, barely had friends (if she had any they were either the kids at sch or the ahjumma that cooked for their family) ✘ was able to convince parents to let her attend this college thats far from home so this is the part where the 3 s’ come in aka soju sex stress  ✘ inna: wow my teacher is a v admirable person  ✘ also inna: seonsaengnim bang me juseyo  ✘ basically she got down and dirrty and ended up spending a lot of time with one of her teachers (his name is ryu) and eventually got involved w him v intimately. she treated the rs v seriously and was rly delusional about it thinking it was her special romance   ✘ many months later this one time the dude forgot to lock the door :// so someone walked in and saw and was like !!!! I GOTTA TELL THIS TO THE SCH!!! before he uh reported it to the sch ya ✘ ryu denied their rs..,, so she denied it and testified that he harassed her and sent his lying ass to prison bye bitch ✘ she took breaks from sch after that, attended private classes bc parents, didn’t rly pay attention to studies, so she ended up graduating w scores that’s p embarrassing for someone thats from a family of their caliber  ✘ so her parents just let her leave bc they’re p much ashamed + the press could dig up the story about her and ryu and tarnish their family name further if she stayed w them ✘ now she just does casual modeling for online shops to get some extra $$, doesn’t rly contact parents much. prefers to spend her nights out and mornings in. goes out p much every tho tbh since shes finally given the freedom to do as she pleases.  ✘ is v shameless; the kind of person that doesnt get embarrassed easily. v ready to start fights. not the kind of person to start conversations first and is quite selective.  ✘ prolly has a lot of inner conflicts w herself esp when she knows shes been thru sth that isnt right. shes still a little angry at herself for believing it was her being in ~love~. is v lost in life and doesnt rly know what to do. has 0 feels to do anth and 0 ambition so give her attention pls

random plots  ✘ that awk moment when u recognize inna bc u used to be in the same college as her and u know the sPICY stories about her but then u two end up as friends just bc  ✘ u happen to be the poor neighbour she keeps leeching salt and kimchi and beef patties from  ✘ inna passes out in front of u at the bar and tadah her phone battery is dead so ur the stranger that suddenly has to deal w this hot mess  ✘ um best friend that she does crazy shit with. crazy shit meaning pretending to be lesbies w, flirting w office men for free drinks, intentionally trips annoying lil hoes w, talks shit about everyone ✘ idk suddenly i can’t think welp i’ll add some more soon ok!! 

[baesuji]

[poems-of-madness]

Oh baby, I leave you  in bruises, and they look  like sunsets,  and black nights.  Oh, baby, I leave you beautiful.

i Left My Baby by Royla Asghar  (via poems-of-madness)