#20staeoh

[junhyeok20s-blog]

drug dealers and thugs

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his childhood was a dark time. most kids grow up in normal families, having a close relationship with their parents. usually their mom would console them when they were sad, take care of them when they were sick. unfortunately jun’s upbringing was anything but normal or happy. his mother was abusive, and his father didn’t do anything to stop her from doing so but whenever he was around the beatings weren’t as severe. when his father died he expected his mother to be sad, to be less hard on him. but, no. she didn’t even stay for the funeral, nor did she let jun stay to mourn for the traditional three days. she complained that she was far too busy and that if she stayed any longer she’d feel depressed. it was bullshit. and junhyeok knew it.

during his childhood he wasn’t allowed to have friends. at least friends he could hang out with outside of school, which made it hard for him to develop his people skills. but there was one boy at school who sparked his interest. particularly he made him more angry. he got into many fist fights with him. over classmates, over snack time, over games they played, and even over who got to go down the slide first. he came home every other week with a new injury. one day a bruise, another a black eye, even a broken nose or two. seeing that, it made his mother even more mad at him. throwing curses at him left and right, ‘HOW COULD YOU LET THAT FUCKING BOY TOUCH YOU AGAIN. YOU’RE LOSING MONEY EVERY TIME YOU COME HOME WITH ANOTHER BRUISE. MONEY,  JUNHYEOK. MONEY. DOES THAT MEAN ANYTHING TO YOU?!’ she’d scream on a daily basis. 

he didn’t care what his mother said. fighting with his boy was the only interesting thing in his life. but it didn’t last for long. he moved out of the area sooner or later and he hadn’t seen the boy since. years later his mother was now dead, and he was living the high life on his one in an apartment by himself. he was currently working as a model why he went to school, but that was fine, he didn’t mind doing it. he was currently in his kitchen, looking across the street as he microwaved some ramen. he didn’t usually pay too much attention to were his neighbors he was pretty unobservant unless it had anything to do with him. 

but this time was different. this time he noticed paint. and not just any paint, canvas with paint on it swirling together to create abstract faces and avant garde styled bodies. jun loved it. he appreciated art in general but damn who was that. he forgot all about his ramen as he rushed out the door in slippers and a gucci robe. he had to find out who this was. he needed to know. jun hurried across the street heeding any traffic laws and rushing into the next door building. he found the apartment with ease and he knocked on the door with a surprising amount of force, “hello, let me in i need to see your art!” he shouted, not caring if he disturbed the others in the building.

[20shyunwoo-blog]

the one where hyunwoo gets mad

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it was nearly 3 in the morning when hyunwoo gets rudely interrupted from his sleep. it wasn’t the first time and he sure as hell knows it wasn’t going to be the last time, seeing as each night it’s a different girl, sometimes even a guy. he knows it should have been expected, getting an apartment for such a cheap price has it’s pros and cons. the walls are paper thin. sometimes he could even hear the neighbors on the floor above his. 

hyunwoo groans to himself contemplating on how he could get the neighbour to stop. he hears the moans, the groans, everything. even that squeaky bed frame that creaks every time his neighbour’s lover of the night screams “please don’t stop”. 

it was the same routine over and over again, and hyunwoo was sick of it. he put on a shirt and heads out of his apartment, standing in front of his neighbors hose, unsure if he should just let it go. but then again, he thinks about the amount of sleepless nights he’s gonna get if he lets this go on. 

unwillingly, he knocks on the door three times, waiting for a response. obviously there was none. so he proceeds to knock the door a bit harder this time and he says a meek “excuse me sir-” before he was cut off by the door flinging open and his neighbor standing in front of him with nothing but those thin bed sheet covers around his waist. 

hyunwoo eyes shift, unsure of where to look at. he could feel the heat in his cheeks and he could only imagine how red his ears were. the man was really attractive, and the amount of lovers he’s had in the past week now made sense to hyunwoo. he could feel the other staring him down, and he sees the other begin to look impatient. 

“so, what’s up, i’m kind of in the middle of something here.” he says, rather nonchalantly.

hyunwoo could still see the sweat that was dripping down his neck and he realizes his been staring for too long. he clears his throat and does his best to look at the other square in the face (but ultimately failing to do so, so he ends up lowering his gaze). 

“i w-would really appreciate it if you c-could keep it down...it’s really loud and some people have jobs.” he says stuttering ever so often. 

“oh, you mean the sex? c’mon it’s nothing new, we’re all grown ups here.” 

hyunwoo wasn’t sure if he could get more embarrassed or if it was even possible for his ears to go any redder. sure, hyunwoo has dated a few girls here and there, but the closest thing he’s got to sex was accidentally clicking on an ad which led him to a porn site. the day after he went to church and confessed for his sins. god forbid. 

“l-listen here-- i’m trying to get some sleep but it’s kind of hard to do that when every five minutes the girl goes screaming your name.” he immediately regrets saying that after seeing the other’s smug expression on his face. 

“i-i’m sorry, i’ll just go back now, please ignore what I said--”