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⌕ filter by ... 𝑑𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑒𝑟 ( 𝑣. 2. ). 𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒. 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑟. 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡.
⸻ noel jeon, open to all.
❛ you're getting awfully upset for someone who ' didn't want to talk about it ' when i tried to bring it up. ❜
⸻ doyoung han, open to all.
❛ if you're so scared to do it, how about i just break up with them for you ? ❜
[ 📲 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒚 ] : guess i misunderstood the vibe. ߸ @soundtrck
[ 📲 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒆 ] : it's not that [ 📲 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒆 ] : i just can't do something serious right now
[ 📲 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒚 ] : right .. [ 📲 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒚 ] : so we should pump the brakes then. [ 📲 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒚 ] : is that the conclusion? [ 📲 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒚 ] : is that what you want?
[ 📲 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒐 ] : i'm bored, entertain me. ߸ @soundtrck
[ 📲 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝒘𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒏 ] : you really think i'm your personal clown [ 📲 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝒘𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒏 ] : thought you had plans tonight
[ 📲 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒐 ] : thats harsh [ 📲 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒐 ] : im so curious actually [ 📲 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒐 ] : what do u think my plans were
[ 📲 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒎 ] : guess who i just ran into... ߸ @soundtrck
[ 📲 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝒋𝒖𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒕 ] : do i even want to guess 😟😒 [ 📲 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝒋𝒖𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒕 ] : i don't wanna ruin my mood [ 📲 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝒋𝒖𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒕 ] : give me a hint 🧐
[ 📲 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒎 ] : LMAO [ 📲 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒎 ] : do u wanna know [ 📲 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒎 ] : or do u wanna stay in a good mood
so were any of you going to tell me this was ae.spa's best album or was i supposed to listen to it and learn that for myself
almost feels embarrassed , now that she's mentioning it out loud . those three little words . they feel so small right now , but in the moment ⸻ when they'd word vomited their way out , it felt like they were as big as the entire universe . it makes him uncomfortable , though he doesn't want it to , the way she flips the question back onto him . or , maybe it was the way she made light of confession ? he can't tell precisely where the unsettled emotions reside , just that they're there . ❝ uhhhh ... ❞ could be honest , tell her he doesn't actually want to forget that he'd said it , but what good would that do right now ? when she's looking at him like she expects him to snap his fingers and fix all of it ? ❝ i just wanna go back to normal , ahnjee . that's it . ❞
draws back from him to get a better look at his expression and tries to trace back to the moment they both got lost. feels, undoubtedly, that she's done something mildly wrong here. trials eyes across soft features known like the back of her hand and searches for a hint of where she's messed up again. ❛ i don't ⸺ ❜ starts to say, then stops. the issue with emotions : simplicity muddies, objectivity washed down storm drains with all of the tears and ruddy cheeks. doesn't want to play mind games to decode the issue here — just wants her best friend to look at her again. ❛ ... i don't know if i want that, ❜ confesses, though she's only half - sure of what she's saying. ❛ that feels ... dismissive, i guess ? and i don't want you to dismiss your feelings for my sake. i just, uh. ❜ god. this is awkward. how do people do this ? almost horrified to feel her own cheeks growing hot with the effort it takes to put words to her feelings. ❛ i'm not really ... used to this. you know that. but i care about you — i love you, you know that. and i'd ... i guess i never thought about how, but i will. i've never been on a date, but — maybe you can take me on one ? and we can see if ⸺ is that stupid ? i'm sorry. i don't want to make things worse but i think i did that, like. ten half - sentences ago. ❜
feels like she's almost plucked sentiment directly from her own head , about being a bad friend . maybe they both felt the after effects of such , but it doesn't make it waver any more on her own end . wants her to be able to talk to her about any and everything ... even if was the gremlin she called a boyfriend . ❝ no , you're not a bad friend . i just ⸻ i miss you , okay dude ? tired of all the men talk . ❞ flips it as lightly as she could , despite heightened heartrate rattling against ribcage at the mere peck of kiss against leg . she could sink into the cushions of this couch and never come back out . ❝ well it's a sleepover must , isn't it ? we have to watch twilight . ❞
places sincere palm above her heart, though sentiment is maybe watered down by the fluttering of her eyelashes. ❛ okay, okay. no more man talk, ❜ she agrees. reaches up to find the other's hand, slipping fingers together and pulling interlocked hands down to hold them to her chest. sora's palm bears warmth against hers ; she almost imagines she can feel her best friend's heartbeat this way. ❛ but it's kind of hard to avoid man talk if we're watching twilight. unless you want me to get on my soapbox about how rosalie was the only real option for bella. 'cause i can and will easily do that, you know. ❜
⤿ woomin + hani › @soundtrck .
watches the crowd drift toward the entrance as if pulled by an invisible current, the spotlight she usually occupies shifting toward a man she does not recognize.. for a long second, she wonders if he is someone’s arm candy, just another generic fixture of high - society rot. then her friend leans in, whispers a name, and the past hits her like a physical blow. the boy she actively participated in humiliating. apparently, he just needed muscle to look... decent. she scoffs, the sound sharp and amused, cutting through the bass of the music. the irony is a bitter pill she finds delicious. she steps into his path, blocking his route to the bar, and tilts her chin up to meet his eyes.
“ wow, look at you wormin, ” she says. the old nickname surfacing easily. she does not hide the way her gaze travels from his polished shoes to the line of his jaw, shamelessly checking him out as if he were an item on a menu. “ didn't know you had all of that in you. ” she expects him to flush, to fumble, to remember the basement hierarchy where she stood at the peak and he sat at the bottom. there is no doubt in her mind that he is still that same frightened creature underneath the veneer of his current success. “ do you want to get me a drink ? ”
coming to the party wasn't even his idea — it's a favor to his teammate's wife, a token of gratitude for nursing him through the worst of his flu. it's gratitude that gets abandoned at the door, when holden and his wife make like a tree and he's left to fend for himself among the socialites with ravenous eyes and eye - level phone lenses aimed at him. it's more bothersome than it is scary ; just noisy, people crowding around him when they don't even know what position he plays.
things aren't much better when she appears.
he stares blankly at her, visage just one among all of the other unfamiliar socialites. then comes the name — the unimaginative mockery that'd threaded through most of his teenage years. the only thing more baffling than the fact that she's still saying it is the question she asks afterwards. he blinks dryly at her. ❛ ... why would i want to do that ? ❜ he asks, genuinely curious.
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❛ you ⸺ ❜ doesn't even finish the word before she bursts out laughing. ❛ did you or did you not agree that you would do the dishes if i cooked this time ? answer quickly. ❜
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❛ i don't want to talk about it today. ❜ comes in the place of greeting, before her wife can say anything at all. face is still stained from last night's tears — the papers shoved into the kitchen drawer are the unsigned testament to what a night it was. she shakes her head, crossing her arms over her stomach, as if to protect herself from the reality they both know is coming. ❛ i really — eiko, i can't. can we just .. go on a date ? please ? ❜
* 。 𑁯 ֺ 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒍 𝒕𝒐 ⨾ @enbloom
pauses at the sight of him, if only briefly, mouth slipped open around his hesitation. he doesn't know what pretense he's here under, so he settles for the safer of the options — he's nothing if not respectful. ❛ father. ❜ given with a light nod of his head. ❛ you hungry ? ❜
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❛ ... junho, ❜ she says with the utmost politeness. her smile is pure and cordial when she steps aside to let him into the prison home she's being kept in for the time being. ❛ i almost thought i'd go the whole day without hearing from you. ❜
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❛ thought i'd find you here. are you okay ? you left in a rush. i was worried. ❜
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