#19111992

[precicus]

                            𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐨𝐨   𝐚𝐧𝐝   𝐬𝐤𝐲   𝐟𝐨𝐫   𝟏𝟗𝟏𝟏𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟐   .

                                   the brightness not only bothered his sleep,   but was enough to pull him out of a dream he could no longer remember.   well,   parts of it came flashing back as soon as he opened his eyes,   but even then it was hard to tell what was the product of his imagination and what actually had happened the night before.   he had been drinking to the point where most of the evening was nothing but forgotten,   apart from........    shit.

                                                                                                           where the fuck am i?

what he saw above him was for sure not the ceiling of his own apartment,   oh no.   as he let his gaze wander around his surroundings through half opened eyes,   he realized those were not the walls of his room either,   nor the sheets in his bed.   worst of all,   he could feel something–   no,   someone,   moving.   eungsoo wasn't huge on hookup culture and the last time he checked,   he wasn't dating.   the way he felt in that very moment was heavily foreshadowing the future,   how in his head this was nothing but a huge mistake:   a red flag concerning his very own behavior.   though he had a strong idea about who the person next to him was,   it took him a very long time to get the courage to even look.   none of the people he had been spending time with the night before were good,   nothing but a group of junkies   (   like himself   )   that in the end could get him in even more trouble.

                                                  but facing the truth was his only option,   ‘   sky?   ’

[pcstilnt]

“ your life is far more precious than mine. ” - to ronnie c:

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❛   at least we have that cleared .    ❜   emotions .  ronnie didn’t know how to deal with them .  a woman used to having her walls up  --- skylar was one of the   few    that had been allowed to see her in her most vulnerable of states .   when her claws were down and she let herself feel    free    .   hands cradled the burger he had brought over , mouth filled with fries .  when she was not cramming information for her exams into her brain,  scamming old fat pockets for money or dealing her drugs  .  she was at home .  a   h a v e n     for the woman that held poison on her tongue whenever she spoke .   she knew he had noted the bruise upon her cheek .  a gift from her father when he had come over a few days ago to check on her .  

daddy    dearest   wasn’t happy that his daughter enjoyed passing herself around .  a remainder not to   t a r n i s h     the jung name she carried . as if veronica ever cared for it ,  it wasn’t the first nor would it be the last time her father hit her . a man that only cared for the reputation of his name .   ❛   you can have some of my fries , if you’re done with yours .  no need to get sappy on me .   ❜   that was the closest he’ll get to her showing that he cared for him without voicing it fully .   actions were always better than words in her case .