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jung jaehyun 20 /sophomore /misfit

[ksjaehyun]

hi I broke my laptop charger so I’m gonna be out of commission for a few days just an fyi I love you all good night :-(

[ksjaehyun]

ksxhyungseok:

at least they both were able to find some humor in the situation. he could count on the misfit for that, as well as him being able to swear on his beloved instrument. nothing else was as meaningful or important to him. wasn’t it funny? no, ridiculous– that a material item felt more important to him than his own life? he’d accepted that a long time ago, when he first got into music and became an artist. it was part of the deal. to put your soul into something inanimate, and turn it into something breathtakingly beautiful that only a select number of people in the world could truly understand (minus the universal quality of music, of course). he could feel the shift in the air change as jaehyun listened to his each and every word. it surprised him to say the least; usually the two were ones to talk a bit more, but the artist supposed that if he were in the younger’s position, he’d be speechless as well. it was that silence that both comforted and scared him. but there was really no reason to be afraid of jaehyun when he knew that the other was just happy that he was alive and back here. he was barely breathing on the surface, his mind expecting like a ‘closer than may appear’ mirror that something would go wrong and he would go back under. it was hard for him, to try and rewire his mind or whatever the fuck was required to not let himself get so down. all he knew was that he needed out of that, because the more times he slipped. the more he was sure it wasn’t really a life he was ‘living’ anymore. 

“you don’t have to say anything at all if you don’t want to.” jaehyun had to have felt nervous. who wouldn’t, having hyungseok actually say what he’d been thinking and feeling for the past couple of months? know that he wasn’t kidding about any of what he’d told anyone– or that the rumors were true. it wasn’t as though the misfit didn’t know that though, considering the first time something similar had almost happened. “that’s not exactly the way i’d put it…” he laughed a little reluctantly, “it was more like a ‘you don’t know you miss it until you’re gone’ thing. but i know you would’ve told me that, and i would’ve said that i would. it was more… i don’t know anymore. does it even matter what i mean? i think you get the point.” laughing more surely this time, he nodded at the next words, clinking his bottle with jaehyun’s before taking another drink and putting the bottle down.

“No it’s not that,” Jaehyun shook his head. Confronting Hyungseok’s disappearance was uncomfortable to be frank but he had to say something. No, he wanted to say something. What kind of friend could he call himself if he sat here in silence after listening to the artist spill the contents of his heart? Not a very fucking good one that was for sure. 

“I know I don’t have to," he shrugged, "but what kind of friend would I be if I didn’t say anything? Just let you spill your guts on the floor and then ignore them? You’re brave Seok, so fucking brave to do what you did and come back. Shit, I don’t think I’d have the balls to even leave this place,” he gestured vaguely in the distance with his nearing empty bottle. “But what matters is that you made it. And it does matter what you mean, don’t dismiss yourself like that.” Interesting advice coming from Jung Jaehyun, king of burying his feelings but he meant what he said nonetheless.

Glancing out the window he noticed the lightening sky. Soft morning blues took over the midnight sky, hinting at the sun’s arrival. Had it really been that long? These late night talks with Hyungseok weren’t as frequent as either would have liked them to be but whenever they did get together the conversation was never short. “I guess what I’m trying to say is that, I get it?” Jaehyun sighed defeatedly, hoping he’d gotten his long winded point across. Letting a small laugh slip, he offered an earnest half smile to the other.

[ksjaehyun]

ksxsomin:

jaehyun was one of somin’s few friends at keisung. she had more than enough people she was acquainted with, but only a handful that she could count on if she were to ever need help. knowing that she could text jaehyun and he would be there within thirty minutes gave her a source of comfort. 

[ trash son 👦🏻 ⇢ ✉️ ] excuses, i don’t wanna hear them

somin’s thumb was just reaching the ‘send’ button when she heard the door open. jaehyun always tended to leave a path in his wake when he entered her dorm, leaving his shoes and bag haphazardly in the doorway. “took you long enough,” she mumbled, shifting to sit with her legs tucked under her so the misfit would have a spot to sit on the small couch. she stuffed her hands into the pockets of the oversized sweatshirt she was wearing and pulled out a bag of 6 cookies, shaking it in the air with a smile on her face. “don’t sass me, i have something else that i haven’t tried and i wait for you to get here before i even tasted it. now that’s some ‘ride or die’ shit,” she said, patting the spot on the other side of the couch.

she reached behind the arm of the couch only to pull out a white paper bag. on the front of it in sloppy sharpie was written, rice crispy treats. “ta-da!” she smiles.

“Sorry princess,” Jaehyun snorted, “next time I’ll make sure to speed up time for you,” he promised sarcastically. Taking his usual place on the couch next to Somin, he settled in against the sofa cushions and took the cookies offered to him graciously. He wasn’t sure if they were weed cookies or just a snack but either way the lack of fucks he usually had to give prompted him to start nibbling anyways. Well, at least until the dangling bag in front of him caught him attention. Casting away the cookies, Jaeyhyun set them on the adjacent coffee table and instead took the white bag. The misfit marveled at the package in his hands, taking a second to look up at Somin, back down to the bag, and then back up at her again. “Did you make these?” he questioned. No matter how many times she pulled through he was always left in awe. With zero hesitation, Jaehyun ripped open the packing in a less than salvageable manner and tore off a chunk of rice crispy square for each of them. 

[ksjaehyun]

kstaewoon:

tae couldn’t do anything else but just snort quietly to himself. he’d gotten himself into this mess, after all, not like there was anyone else he could blame for this. “presumptuous,” he said, his eyebrows raised as he made his way over to the bike. “assuming you’re invited back to my apartment. i just washed the sheets after last time.” he swung his leg over the bike, looking over his shoulder at jaehyun, holding back a sigh at the sight of him with both bags strapped to him. it was moments like this that reminded him he’d slept with one of the students, reminded him just how young the other was.

 “get on and don’t fall off. i’m not driving slowly today, i’m ready to be home already.” he wanted to shower more than anything and he wasn’t going to let a surprise visitor get in the way of that. he started the bike up, rolling his shoulders out as he settled in. fuck, he really loved his bike. it just felt right getting on it.

Following instruction, Jaehyun trailed Taewoon and eased himself onto the back of his bike. “Wasn’t planning on it,” he managed, scooting in closer to the other male leaving no tangible space between them. Well, minus the area his front facing backpack occupied. The bike roared to life and instinctively the misfit’s arms secured themselves around Taewoon’s torso. “You know, I don’t think you’ve ever taken me out on your bike before,” he commented. At least in recent  sober memory that remained true. This was the first time he could recall being on the back of the professors bike but it was definitely something he could get used to. 

They pressed on, weaving in and out of traffic and eventually merging onto the highway in pursuit of Taewoon’s apartment which lied not too far from where they were now if he remembered correctly. The unforgiving night time air ripping against his exposed skin was a refreshing sensation despite the temperature. Somehow bringing himself closer, Jaehyun allowed himself to lean on the older male, only slightly, as his gaze shifted to the passing city-scape they left behind, good riddance. It almost felt like a weight was being lifted off of his chest and the further they got from Keisung, the lighter it got.

[ksjaehyun]

ksjaesuk:

jaesuk coos, “aw, is my jaehyunnie angry?” the artist can’t help laugh when jaehyun swats him away and lies back down onto the bed. “pft. that hurts, hyun.” however, the older male already saw this coming. the misfit isn’t the best at expressing his affection. “okay, i love you.” he leans in and gently plants a kiss on jaehyun’s cheek. he gives the other male a charming once he pulls back. he slides his hands into the younger male’s shirt. the body heat is almost overwhelming due to his fever. he teases, “are you heating up because of me?”  

Clearly trying to act not very impressed, Jaehyun rolled his eyes while trying to hide the small smile on his lips. “I asked why, not if you liked me, Suk. Your ‘I love you’s’ don’t mean anything unless you can explain them,” the misfit shrugged. Looking up at him he wanted to curse Jaesuk and his goddamn charm. It borderline pissed him off just how enticing those eyes were. Jaehyun couldn’t imagine there being anything the artist could ask him that he wouldn’t agree to. Not when those eyes were in play. 

Just when he thought he was done falling for his shit, Jaesuk’s icy hand in his shirt made the misfit jerk back. “Yo what the fuck,” Jaehyun cursed despite doing nothing to move the other’s hand. “Although I’m sure your ego would love that,” he laughed, coughing slightly in the process, “but the temperature is all mother nature and the virus in my lungs.” In retaliation to his little stunt, Jaehyun found himself moving in closer to the other, intertwining their limbs. "You’re too far,” he mumbled in a needy fashion. “I need to use you as my pillow, stop moving so much. C is much better than you at this just so you know.”

[ksjaehyun]

ksxkwangshik:

The misfit absolutely had to question why out of all the doors he could’ve found himself at, out of all the people he could’ve come into contact with, out of all the timing in the world, it had to be in Jaehyun’s dorm room at that exact moment. Just standing in that room had repressed memories of the two threatening to resurface, causing him to swallow hard just to keep his cool. Staring at the other’s face had his insides churning just at the mere sight of him. It was just too cruel, ending up there.

“Don’t talk about shit you don’t know about.” Kwang snapped, coming back to his senses. Although he had absolutely no defense for ending their would-be relationship (one Jaehyun was willing to listen to, for that matter), there was no way in hell he would let his situation with Areum and his birth mother be downplayed like Jaehyun was doing in that moment. “You don’t know anything about why I left, so don’t I didn’t care about the clique.”

Being snapped at like he was at fault for this situation had Jaehyun coming closer and closer to a line he knew it would be dangerous to cross. But the audacity of the other made it so hard to practice self control in this moment. After all it was Kwangshik who came into his dorm, interrupted his smoke, and now he was ripping into him for some bullshit he started? Not today, not while the misfit still had a pulse. 

“Shit I don’t know about?” Jaehyun challenged, getting up from his seat and taking a step towards Kwang. “Why don’t you stop talking about shit you don’t know about?” With every step closer he took, his voice raised itself. Jaehyun didn’t intend on letting the whole dorm in on their argument but he couldn’t help it with how quickly his control was slipping from him. “You have no fucking idea Kwang, and no, frankly I don’t think you gave a shit about us, any of us. If you did then maybe you’d still be leader.”

[ksjaehyun]

ksxjie:

jaehyun swearing usually made him call the other out on it or flinch, mostly because it wasn’t something he liked to hear.. jie didn’t understand why anyone needed to use swearing to express themselves, but he supposed that he was different than everyone else. everyone was different. but still, jie just whimpered now and tried to stop himself from crying. but it was difficult.

jie nodded when jaehyun told him to get on his back, ignoring anyone that was starting to sare and instead focusing on climbing onto the elders back and wrapping his arms around his neck, though still carefully as he whimpered at the pain. “t-thank you..” he at least managed to get out anyway, but he buried his face in the back of jaehyun’s neck then to hide his face.

“Don’t thank me yet, Jie,” Jaheyun sighed. It took a few successive wobbly movements for the younger boy to position himself onto the misift’s back but once he was sure Jie was stable enough for the journey, Jaehyun picked him up and set off. They made their way down to the other side of the school where the nurse’s office was slowly but surely. He purposefully took the long way down, navigating through the labyrinth of empty halls for Jie’s sake. The gossip was already going off about him, it wasn’t like Jaehyun hadn’t heard the gossip and he didn’t think Jie needed anything else added to his plate quite frankly. 

The moment the misfit fame chaser duo entered the nurses office Jaehyun was bombarded with a barrage of useless questions by the staff who swarmed. A dismissive, "don't ask," is all he could manage while trying to set the bruised boy down on the nearest bed. However, almost immediately the misfit was pushed aside and the nurses took over. Thinking it was better to keep quiet instead of getting kicked out of the room Jaehyun backed off and leaned against an adjacent wall, watching over the younger boy to make sure he was okay. It was when the nurse stepped out of the room for a moment to retrieve something when he noticed Jie seemingly struggling. “Hey it’s okay, Jie,” Jaehyun reassured softly. “You’re safe now.” He wanted so desperately to ask what happened and for some names so he knew who to put in their grave but he also knew this definitely wasn’t the best time for that conversation so the misfit reluctantly held his tongue for now.

[ksjaehyun]

ksxsomin:

[ trash son 👦🏻 ⇢ ✉️ ] you have in fact mentioned your love for me and all things somin related, yes [ trash son 👦🏻 ⇢ ✉️ ] yah, i meant to yell at you, you aTE THE LAST ONE [ trash son 👦🏻 ⇢ ✉️ ] i’m not killing you, but i’ll make up for it by leaving the door open! come over when you’re done

[ sms → 🗑️ mom ] : can you blame me there were 2 brownies stuck together I thought they were just 1... we’ve been over this more times than I’d like to relive that god awful high tyvm [ sms → 🗑️ mom ] : rude I thought we were ride or die

The moment lecture let out Jaehyun made a beeline for the door, haphazardly throwing his books into his bag before swinging it over his shoulder. He was the first person out of the classroom, no surprise there considering he was always the last to enter and first to leave. With his mind fixated on a certain someone and her special surprise, just like it had been for the last ten minutes of his mind numbing lecture, he headed straight for the dorms. By now he had the route to Somin’s room committed to memory. An easy task with how many times he found himself there enjoying her company under clouds of smoke. As promised, the misfit was welcomed by an opened door. Letting himself in, Jaehyun kicked off his shoes and set his bag on the ground before joining his favourite stoner. “I want you to know I would sniper you out of a lecture in a heart beat if you asked, think about that... So, I heard you have a little something for me, care to share?”

[ksjaehyun]

kstaewoon:

classes were over for the day and he was grateful. he enjoyed teaching, he did, but at the end of each day he was always glad not to have to see anymore of the students. unless by choice of course, but when had he really chosen that? the lesson was planned for the next day, he could grade papers at home and his office hours were over. tae started pulling together everything he needed to grade that night, binding it all before sliding it into his backpack. it was convenient and simple, and it worked on his bike, so he’d take the shit the other teachers gave him for it.

the moment he turned the key in the lock on his door, he stopped being willing to talk about classes or assignments. he’d go home and review things, but for the most part, when he left, he was done for the day no questions asked. thankfully, it wasn’t typically an issue for him since he always left the campus late. he made it to the parking lot with no interruptions, but as soon as he was within sight range of his bike, he slowed his steps down. there was jaehyun, leaning against the bike like it belonged to him. what a little shithead he was, honestly.

tae took his time making his way to the bike, debating on how to handle the situation. he couldn’t deny what had happened in the past, but the real question was how to keep it from happening again. he could tell for sure that jaehyun, leaning against his bike the way he was at this time of night was not the way to do it. stopping about a foot away, tae snorted at the greeting, if you could call it that. “i don’t remember that.” he replied, pausing before continuing, “where are you heading? if you want a ride, though, you’re wearing my backpack for me.”

“Well with all your fond memories of me I can imagine how it might get hard to differentiate them,” Jaehyun countered, smirking slightly. Clearly a little too pleased with his off handed comment. “Uh your place?” he shrugged, answering without an ounce of hesitation as if he didn’t just ask a professor to take him home. To be fair, the misfit wasn’t in the business of denying himself what he wanted, or beating around the bush to get it, so why lie? He could have easily went that route but coming up with a decent enough lie required him to use more brain power than was really expendable for him at this point in time. Either way, Jaehyun was determined to get on the back of that bike whether Taewoon liked it or not. 

“You got it,” he agreed, taking Taewoon’s bag out of his reluctant hands and slipping it onto his front. The only logical place since his own backpack was already on his back. Jaehyun turned and took a step back to his bike before glancing back at the professor behind him. “Coming or what?”

[ksjaehyun]

ksjaesuk:

jaesuk chuckles when jaehyun talks about taking care of the artist when he gets sick. planting a kiss on the misfit’s cheek, the senior remarks, “thanks, jaehyunnie.” the sophomore isn’t the most affectionate of people, but it’s endearing to watch when he tries. nevertheless, jaesuk appreciates the sentiment. “you better keep your promose, then.” he rarely gets sick, but he’s suddenly looking forward to the day. 

“pft. whatever you say, mr. obvious.” jaesuk slightly ruffles jaehyun’s hair. even with a nose full of snot, the misfit still manages to make smart remarks about the artist. once the older male settles back on the bed, jaehyun sandwiches himself between the wall and jaesuk. the older male doesn’t seem to mind. as the misfit traces patterns on the back of his hand, jaesuk can’t help but feel a little ticklish. then, jaehyun asks a rather unusual question. for a minute, the artist is tempted to joke around and say that he doesn’t like him. there’s also a small part of him that wants to avoid the question. though jaesuk is a lover, he often refuses to come to terms with his true feelings. with a thoughtful expression on his face, he replies, “maybe because you’re adorable.” the artist gently squeezes the younger male’s nose while they make eye contact. jaesuk is surprised with the misfit’s behavior because jaehyun is usually a little ball of sass. suddenly, he remembers the gossip blog saying something about the leader of the artists having a thing for sad misfits. at first, it didn’t bother him, but it slowly started to creep into his thoughts. he immediately shakes the thought from his head because fuck them.      

The moment the question slipped from his lips he found himself regretting it. He knew no real answer would come from it but a part of him couldn’t help but be hopeful in this state. Having his nose squeezed teasingly pulled a nasally groan from a very disgruntled Jaehyun. “Aaahhhhhhh nooooo Suk stop.” Squeezing his eyes shut, he pulled back and tried swatting him away. “Motherfucker,” he hissed, rubbing his sore nose and glaring up Jaesuk. “You know what, just forget I asked anything,” he mumbled, falling back onto the pillow and turning into the artist.

[ksjaehyun]

kssuki:

she forced a small smile on her face as she fought back tears, wrapping her arms around him in return. perhaps it was their touching reunion or the reailty that she was really back for good, but suki suddenly had the urge to break down. 

“i’m glad you didn’t forget me,” she said earnestly. if jaehyun had forgotten about her then she wouldn’t know what to do. a bitter laugh escaped her lips as she clarified the situation.

“i’m not visiting, jae,” she told him, hoping to sound nonchalant. she tried to mask the shame with enthusiasm. “i’m back for good. isn’t that great? i bet this is the greatest thing that’s ever happened to you in your entire life, right?”

withdrawing from the hug, she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, about to say more until she noticed his haggard state. suddenly the nice mood she’d been in died.

“what the fuck, jae?” she snapped, narrowing her eyes. she glanced up and down at his figure, appalled to see how poorly he’d taken care of himself. “what the fuck is this? you look homeless. have you even showered?” she surveyed the rest of the room, a look of pure disgust contorting her features when she saw the mess it was in.

“that’s it,” she growled, grabbing the collar of his shirt angrily. “you’re going to tell me what the fuck is going on with you and then you’re going to clean up after yourself. you seriously think i’m going to be friends with a nasty pig? what, did you think all this shit was just going to go away by itself? why aren’t you managing your life better? shit, you’re really pissing me off. what the hell even happened to you? i want answers right now.”

Back for good? The thought of having Mirai back at Keisung was a dream but what the fuck could have happened to her out there that would prompt her to come back to this shit hole? It was now that Jaehyun slightly regretted not keeping up with the gossip of the tabloids. Before he had a chance to question her she pulled away and the battering began. The soft smile quickly faded from his lips and was replaced with the look of utter disbelief. “W-what the fuck Mirai?!” he exclaimed, looking down at the hands on his collar and then back up to her pissed off expression. 

Rubbing his eyes, Jaehyun glanced around the disaster zone that was his dorm room. Clothes and empty coffee mugs lined every free surface and the closed blinds which let in little light didn’t help his case either. He was cringing at the sight and a sigh escaped him in realizing how bad this really looked. "Just going through some shit I guess, haven’t had time to clean," he shrugged, hoping she’d let it go. "Hey I'm not a nasty pig, fuck that’s harsh even for you. Your company sure didn’t do anything to clean up that fucking potty mouth of yours.”

[ksjaehyun]

ksxkwangshik:

Now which fucking door could it have been? With an exasperated sigh, Kwangshik dragged himself down the corridors, trying to remember exactly which dorm room his friend resided in. Admittedly wasn’t the best at remembering things like that. After maybe close to 10 minutes of pacing in a vain attempt to jog his memory, he finally threw caution to the wind and said fuck it.

The misfit stumbled across a door with a number that seemed vaguely familiar, throwing it open carelessly. What he was met with was a cloud of smoke, weed that is. Just then, an even more familiar voice greeted his ears, making him tense up in the most unpleasant of ways. Out of all the rooms he could’ve stumbled upon. Waving the remaining smoke screen away, he finally saw the other misfit in front of him. Fucking Jaehyun of all people.

“Fuck me.” The ex-leader grumbled, rolling his eyes at the sight of his ex… well, ex-everything. “Was looking for someone and obviously came to the wrong place.” He huffed, wanting to be anywhere else but there, but didn’t move. “Actually, I’ve been meaning to talk to you.” Kwang shut the door behind him. “Happy with your new clique? Thanks for the heads up, by the way. Super sweet of you, dick.”

That voice was unmistakable. The familiarity in the soft swell of his murmurs that sent a shiver down his spine so many times before now sat like a pit at the bottom of his stomach. Jaehyun’s head slowly rose as his eyes adjusted to the figure in front of him in the dim light, Kwangshik. Both the ex-misfit leader and his almost ex. What a great way to kill his buzz. Just seeing that face again was enough to have his heart ache and his blood boil at the same time. 

Jaehyun glanced at the newly closed door behind Kwangshik and then back to him. Swallowing dryly, he put out his joint on the ashtray in front of him. "I’m sooo fucking glad that our ex-leader is concerned for me," he snorted, narrowing his gaze and looking him up and down from his seat. "You gave up that shit when you went mia Kwang. Don’t front like you give a shit about any of this clique stuff... or me.... I think you made both things very clear last time I saw you." Jaehyun tried not to sound bitter but even now he couldn’t let it go. Being tossed asides like it was fucking nothing time after time took its toll. 

[ksjaehyun]

ksxsomin:

@ksjaehyun [ trash son 👦🏻 ⇢ ✉️ ] JUNG JAEHYUN [ trash son 👦🏻 ⇢ ✉️ ] stop by my place, yeah? [ trash son 👦🏻 ⇢ ✉️ ] i got something in that i think you’re gonna liiiiiike 🍪

[ sms → 🗑️ mom ] : have I ever mentioned how much I l o v e you and your baked goods?? ? [ sms → 🗑️ mom ] : bc I do [ sms → 🗑️ mom ] : not sure if it’ll outdo that brownie from last week buuut i’m stoked [ sms → 🗑️ mom ] : i’m in lecture for another ten wanna do me a favour and 🙃🔫 lol

[ksjaehyun]

@ksxsunhee​

“See I told you there would be nobody here,” Jaheyun snorted. Rolling his eyes, he pushed open the unlocked gate that lead into the gated pool complex.  It was dark and only lit by the flickering pool lights that illuminated the water. The Seoul summer heat was getting to him, even with the absence of the sun the humidity was horrid and he’d had enough. Instead of suffering any longer Jaehyun called his partner in crime and enticed her into sneaking into the campus pool with him to cool off. It took some bribing in the form of an ice cream treat on him after their little adventure but it worked like a charm. Now instead of being the lone freak in the pool, they were two trespassing degenerates, a title which he prided himself on a little more. “I swear, you need to put a little more faith in me on the regular. Anyways, you ready, C?” 

[ksjaehyun]

@kstaewoon​​

A long day marked with disappointment after disappointment meeting him at every avenue began to take its toll. Jaehyun prided himself on letting things roll off his shoulder without a second thought but even he could only carry so much on his back before it started to slow him down. It showed, mentally and psychically. In his speech, thoughts, even movements. It was like gravity was increasing on him. The only thing that appealed to him now was the sweet relief of his bed back in the dorms. Or at least it was, until the sock on the door put a wrench in his plans. Fighting the urge to cuss out his sex crazed roommate Jaehyun instead uttered his muffled threats under his breath before storming off. Shuffling down the hall slowly he slumped against a nearby wall, contemplating where to kill the rest of the night. Until a vibration in his pocket drew his mind elsewhere. Disregarding the notification his eyes wandered to an older text message and an idea came to him. One that tugged in the form of a smug smirk at the corner of his lips. Maybe tonight could be salvaged after all. His mind was made up. With a twinkle in his eye, he headed towards the staff parking lot.  

Evening classes just let out so his wait wasn’t very long. The approaching footsteps prompted his eyes to trail up the rain stained concrete and to those eyes it was so hard to forget. Jaehyun remained still, leaning against the familiar motorcycle. Perhaps it was the cover of dark or the fog clouding his mind that gave him the courage to be so bold but whatever it was it was too late to turn back now. The misfit pocketed his phone and took a step towards the professor. “You said if I ever needed a ride...”

[ksjaehyun]

ksyohan:

(  ✉ → aegi’s emo roommate  ) … (  ✉ → aegi’s emo roommate  ) how mean! how dare you do that to me?! (  ✉ → aegi’s emo roommate  ) i mean i do that to you too but like, YOU CAN’T DO THAT TO ME!!! 😫 (  ✉ → aegi’s emo roommate  ) did you already forget that today is my birthday?!? YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE NICE TO ME! 😒

[ sms → yohan ] : you odn’t listen when I talk what the fuck yohan  [ sms → yohan ] : oh was that today my bad [ sms → yohan ] : what do you want again?

[ksjaehyun]

@ksxkwangshik​

The smoke danced around him in entrancing swirls, captivating his conciseness as he exhaled his troubles to the universe. The joint delicately held between his fingertips burned bright at the end, brighter so when he inhaled. The only solace to a day as shitty as today was this. The silence of an empty room keeping him company and the less than savory thoughts leaving his vessel with every puff he took. The door he thought he locked swinging open violently however wasn’t exactly part of the plan. The opposite in fact, and probably responsible for the sudden spike in his irritability levels. “What the fuck do you want?” Jaehyun snapped, not bothering to wave away the smoke shrouding the figure in front of him. No, instead he brought what was left of the nub back to his lips and inhaled sharply out of spite, letting his head tip back as he blew out the smoke haphazardly.