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( youngjae )
“see how i was doing?” he scoffs out loud, not bothering to mask his pettiness anymore. youngjae’s lips curled in a slight smile –– it was far from genuine, though. his grin was dripping with sarcasm; full of venom, full of regret. for a moment, he contemplated why he even bothered opening the front door, nonetheless let hyelim in at his own discretion. “you’d know the answer better than me, i think. you’re the one who left –– so, how do you think i am? how do you think it’s been for the past three years?” his breaths grow heavier with every syllable, blood rushing to flood his face in red, hot prickles. normally, youngjae wasn’t the type to raise his voice nor lose his cool, but all that was thrown out the window when someone breathed a letter of hyelim’s name. so, having the real person in front of him, looking genuinely distraught over their shared lost love, made the ache in his chest all the more palpable. of course, he didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of seeing him completely fall apart, so he breathed a sigh of relief when she hurried off the the bathroom, granting them both time to collect their wits. she memorized where it was? the brief feeling of nostalgia, of yearning for older, simpler times where they’d spend hours watching movies in youngjae’s family room with his parents, evaporated after she shut the door. he stood outside the bathroom, taking deep, steady breaths as he prepared himself to face her once again. adrenaline thrummed through his veins, pumping jolts of energy to his heart, and by the time he heard the doorknob twist open, youngjae’s fervent passion at trying to voice his pain and anger in one big, messy cry of anguish was … extinguished. were those tear stains on her cheek? his hand itched to touch her skin, curious to feel the dampness on his fingertips, but the force of pride kept his arm by his side. before she had the chance to scurry off, however, youngjae took hold of her upper arm, forcing her to meet his eyes as he grit his teeth. “why did you leave me?”
his reaction was understandable. he had every right to be mad at her and part of her was ready to be screamed at in order for him to be happy. “my friends say you’re a curator now. i always knew you’d do something great. i had hoped you would have someone else. you know, the white picket fence and stuff. you’re exactly how i remember you and i know i messed up but trust me when i saw, you were much better without me.” her time in the bathroom gave her enough time to look at herself in the mirror. the deep blue locks, piercings and tattoos were the opposite of what he deserved. he deserved an innocent girl who could cook and enjoyed much more mundane activities. not this. her fingers shook for a cigarette, a habit she gave up weeks ago to gear herself up for this reunion. one thing was for sure. seeing that familiar face, it made her realise how much she still loved him. she was avoiding his eyes to keep from falling apart but he seemed to rectify that. his eyes were filled with rightful anger and hyelim could do nothing but stare as if the answer would come to her. her voice croaked as she finally spoke. “youngjae, look at me. i grew up in an alcoholic’s house where my only worth was to cook dinner and help hide his drugs. you...when i met you, i felt like i had been saved. you came in and everything was hopeful and bright and i finally felt like someone gave a shit about me. a-after awhile, the closer we got and when i realized i loved you, i got scared.” her voice was shaking and silently, she moved his hands off of her. her skin felt like it was on fire and the walls were caving in.
“everything and everyone i have ever loved has done something to hurt me or i fucked something up. my mom died giving birth to me. even in my first breath, i was ruining everything around me. when i left, i was just starting to explore this adventurous side of me. you remember me playing the bass all the time and writing music? i loved that but i knew if i stayed here like i wanted to, i would just ruin you somehow and i wouldn’t be able to escape all the bullshit at home. i mean can you imagine still being with me how i am now? look at me for fuck’s sake. you’re this smart, strong, stable man who deserves the world and i’m the dirt everyone walks on. it was only a matter of time before you saw that or i did something. so i left but i always kept you in mind. you were my beacon of hope that there was still good in the world. you still are. i mean...you should have slammed that door in my face but you let me in. you had every right to scream at me but you didn’t and i came in here like a pest and infected everything. i was never good for you, youngjae.” hyelim was already moving towards her boots and trying to put them on to escape again even with her desperately shaking hands. she needed to run. she couldn’t look him in the eyes. she knew that he must hate her now. she needed to keep the good memories of him. that’s when she made the huge mistake of looking at him from her place on the ground. god, she was still in love with this man. “but don’t ever think that i left because i didn’t love you. i always did and i haven’t stopped.” her voice was but a whisper as she choked back tears that threatened to spill out in front of her as she braced for his reply.
blueflcwer:
“your dad’s house would’ve been a good start,” he muttered, having trouble taking his eyes off hyelim’s drastically different wardrobe and … well, everything. how long had they been broken up again? three years? youngjae almost felt a pang of shame for how little he had changed; a shorter haircut, pierced ears, and maybe a slight shift in his sense of fashion, but other than those three, incredibly mundane details, he looks the exact same as he did when they last parted. for a while, youngjae stares back at her in silence, arms crossed and his expression a little short of unreadable. “why are you in town? why did you come back?” he bites down on his tongue before the other questions flow out, unhinged and unfiltered. god forbid, he wouldn’t want to hurt her feelings. youngjae begins pacing –– and mind you, once he starts moving, it’s hard for him to stop. especially when hyelim is standing in front of him –– his first and, embarrassingly so, his last love. rubbing his palms against his face, he’s made the careful decision not to meet her directly in the eye. his resolves would weaken; nostalgia and long-lost sentiment would make him crumble, and he couldn’t afford that. not right now. not when he’s supposed to be the haughty one. taking a deep breath, his gaze makes the bold effort to travel upwards –– not quite at eye-level yet, but close enough. “what do you want from me, hyelim?”
that small statement hurt more than she thought it would. he should know that her relationship with her father was...rocky, to put it in light terms. it was amazing how little he had changed. how she felt like that innocent girl he knew so long ago. he always had a way of making her feel safe and at home when she had none. that’s what scared her. that the home she had found in him would be destroyed by some mistake she would have bound to make. “m-my band is having a few gigs here before we’re taking a break and i didn’t want to rent a hotel. i just wanted to see how you were doing. that’s all.” she mumbled, pulling her locks into a half-updo as she tried to distract herself from crying. the guilt of leaving him was already beginning to hit her. it was like a wave of panic that hit everytime she thought about him or saw something that reminded her of him. his nervous nature was only making it worse for her as she walked closer to him. “i don’t want anything from you. i-....i came to apologize and finalize things. i’ve felt so guilty about all of this that i need to apologize in order to move on and i thought that seeing you would help me do that but it’s only making it worse. j-just let me dry off and stuff and then i’ll leave and you won’t have to worry about seeing me again.” hyelim could feel herself beginning to hyperventilate and quickly scurried to the nearest restroom that she could remember (not bothering to lock the door) so she could release the pent up emotion, tears pouring down her eyes as silently as she could force herself to be. she had been in there for a few minutes before she finally came out, the tear stains wiped away with the best of her abilities. “you don’t have to forgive me, youngjae.”
blueflcwer:
open to –– f / m ! plot –– based on this ; youngjae will be muse b !
‘ standing in the rain, huh? ’ with the front door propped open by his foot, youngjae was reeling from shock as he was greeted by the one person he vowed never to see again for the rest of his life –– in other words, his first love. ‘ that’s pretty … uh, cliché. aren’t you cold? ’ these were odd questions to ask someone who should be the target of his anger, his frustration, his pain right now. but, he reminds himself that it’s been three years since their last encounter. did he have the right to be so sullen anymore? the dark, petty depths of his soul wanted to watch them suffer in the brisk winds, letting the cold rain thrum against their shivering frame as he cackled in amusement. that’d take things a step too far, wouldn’t it? he did, at one point, love them with all his heart –– it’s annoying that he’d still feel sorry if they were hurt. in this case, if they were merely wet. youngjae hates how pliable his heart is: bendable, breakable. it’s as if he learned nothing from getting abandoned by the other at the height of their seemingly passionate romance. ‘ if you’re not gonna say anything, then you might as well come in. ’ no, you idiot! don’t do it! before his subconsciouses engaged in civil war, he had already stepped out of the way to wave the other in. something he’d regret in … three, two, one. shit.
hyelim always felt guilty for leaving him. they were just children at the time really. foolishly in love even though hyelim knew that it would never work out. she would always be the problem. she would always figure out a way to fuck up something good in her life. it was just a matter of time before she did it to him. so, she left and moved to a different city in the middle of the night and now, here she was three years later, staring the boy whose heart she had broken when she had no place left to go. the mere sight of seeing him was enough to render her speechless. part of her wondered how different she was now compared to her seemingly innocent beginnings when they both met when she was 19. she was just starting to explore that inner punk in herself when she met him and now it had been released in full effect. tattoos scattered her arms, her hair a deep blue and her ears littered with new piercings. not to mention a new taste in fashion. when he saw her last, she was a model of decency and innocence in her attire and here she was, leather pants and crop top. the woman kicked off her boots the second she walked into the place before turning towards him. “i didn’t know where else to go. sorry to spring on you suddenly.”
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“The longer we live, the more weight we carry in our hearts.”
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pintsandpoets:
“if people complain about you singing in korean, fuck them, alright?i don’t see other artists’ getting shit on for releasing all their songs in English.” He nodded. “I had no idea that you had english version, i’m sorry, i need to look those up and listen to them.” he was excited to know that she had other version, while her songs being in different languages didn’t stop him from listening to her, it would be nice to know what she’s saying. “you’re english is perfect. besides, i don’t see anyone else learning a whole other language. you’re fine. and i listen to your songs in the gym, something about them really makes me work out better.” he grinned at her.
“people just get mad because they don’t understand the words but it’s my native language so it makes sense for me to release music in korean.” she replied, her mind thinking about all of the english lessons she took to make the english versions of her songs. “you do?” her eyebrow quirked in surprise at his statement before a particularly funny thought came to mind. “maybe i could teach you the choreography sometime. it’ll definitely give you a workout.”
neighbovr:
“Oh. My. God.” The Youtuber dragged her hands down her face, utter fatigue at the female’s incessant antics. How many wraps had it been already? Dawon regretted even grabbing food before. She had considered it a treat – something nice to get them going before they started shooting. Little did she know that such a small girl could be such a gaping black h o l e. She practically shoves a mirror in Hyelim’s face, her words almost a whine. “Do you SEE that? Do you see how messed up your lipstick is now?” Putting down the mirror, she admits defeat and begins chowing down on her own wrap ( the last one left that hadn’t been snatched up yet ). With a mouthful of food she narrows her eyes, the smile tugging at the corner of her lips giving her away. Dawon was terrible at being mad at people, especially at Hyelim. “At this rate I’m not going to get my weekly video out! What if I lose subscribers, what if my haters take over? How am I gonna live Hye !”
“You trying being on a low carb, low sodium diet and crave food! I’m always fucking hungry cuz of this. It’s not my fault that you put food in front of me BEFORE you set up the camera for the mukbang.” She complained, a prominent pout set on her face as she chewed through yet another wrap she had made. Hyelim knew that her friend couldn’t be mad at her or even take her serious with how smeared her make up was. The girl playfully ran over and turned on the camera before struggling to fix her makeup. “You’re the idiot who put food in front of me. I’m gonna go see if there is more snacks. Are we doing this live or is it just a normal video? I need to know so I don’t cuss and ruin my image.”
pintsandpoets:
Killian laughed along with her, not really finding what he himself said funny but her reaction was hilarious. He shook his head, a smile on his face. “Maybe. But your music and faith should be enough. Although I don’t understand what you’re saying but the beats are always amazing.”
“a lot of people complain about me singing in korean but i dual release everything so i do have english version and a lot of my fans sub my stuff for international fans can understand too. at least you like the beat! i know my english isn’t the best but i really do try!” she replied, wondering if she had an accent when she spoke at all. studying english for five years and lots of practice had hopefully paid off.
cvrmichaels:
“ are there any other bathrooms around here ? the one down that way is being occupied by a very horny couple. some people are so inconsiderate. ” finn shuddered, the image of the girl and guy getting frisky was gonna haunt him for the rest of the night.
“i’m just as lost as you, man.” she mumbled, unable to get the image of the many skimpily dressed women and shoving their tongues down throats. “i think there may be one upstairs?”
“Most nightmares are caged in their realm by implausibilities. The sleeper slogs through quicksand in a fun house of frightening nonsense and disjointed mumbo jumbo. But everything’s all better once the bedside lamp is back on, because reality, even when it’s bad, is easily distinguished from night terror.”
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sienna: know a solid spot for vegan “burgers” sienna: they’re great & work in a diet sienna: we can make an adventure of it if u want
limmie: you sold me at “burgers” limmie: i am always down for food <3 limmie: i need to go out and buy new sneakers anyway
pintsandpoets:
“You do? I need to go meet with my stylist, she says she found some suits that are, and I’m quoting her here,” He pulled out his phone and glanced at his messages and did the best American accent he could do, “the hottest effing suits by paul ever!” He chuckled as he put his phone away. “yeah? I don’t think the people around here are that phased by the accent, which is the biggest let down.”
hyelim burst into a very rare fit of laughter at his american accent. it was quite easy to make the girl laugh but it was an unusual time to hear her laugh like she was now. it wasn’t even all that funny but something about it just made her a child. “s-sorry! that was just too funny.” she barely muttered out in between dying fits of laughter. after she had finally calmed down, the brunette grinned at him. “at least you have a charming point. i just have my music and faith to help me.”
pintsandpoets:
killian smiled. “that sounds like a good time. i know my parents and i would get together with people from our neighborhood and watch the big categories. we hardly would win, but it was the best.” he nodded along, taking a sip of his own drink. he hoped that everything would be worth it in the end, too. “yeah, i am. waiting to see if i’m going to be nominated for anything, so far the nominees that have been announced are really talented.”
“sounds like an equally good time to me.” she replied, her lips curling into a big grin as she remembered so many great childhood memories. “i already have my dress for attending picked out and ready to go. i still plan on going even if i’m not nominated for anything. i think your accent is enough to win a nomination. the ladies die for a guy who can sing and has an accent.”
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limmie: been working all day limmie: i’m itching for a burger limmie: but sadly, i’m on a diet.. limmie: anyway i’m fucking bored