#247yang

[sehun247]

✉ letter to the past

you dumb fuck,

don’t be a fucking idiot. life isn’t that bad, but you know you do some dumb shit. you’re a well-known model instead of half-assed, just don’t expect to get there without a little help. financially.

you’re going to be a fucking slut, so just embrace it. but maybe stop sleeping with people’s dads. it just gets weird after a while.

you’re going to get some ‘mandatory help,’ so maybe you shouldn’t have been so dumb and obvious. stop puking in the school bathrooms. stop getting high in the middle of class. people notice that shit.

love is still a joke. you used to want to fall in love but don’t be a fucking pussy and get over that - there’s no one worthy of you anyway. remember don’t talk to your therapist. just fuck him.

jongin is still cool despite you sleeping around with his family. yang isn’t worth getting mad about. don’t be so hard on june, he’s cute. minho is still hot. jinwoon is still complicated. you’re gonna stay mad at certain fucks but you should be glad it happened just because you learned not to trust people.

in general everyone is the same even if they’re trying not to be. including you. you have an image now but nothing has changed. you’re still always high and you still don’t eat.

- your future loser self

[247deadlock]

#010701

THIS IS JUST IN: @247dean, @247yang

The Musketeers... All they had ever gave me was a headache, yet they’re definitely one of those pathetic cliques I’ve missed. Because what would Cheongnam High be without them? You might remember them as three troublemakers, whose skeletons never really came out of the closet until the day when a filthy secret of one of them saw the daylight after rotting in the shadows. Suddenly, the parents’ influence was meaningless and nonexistent. There’s a saying preaching that a friend in need is a friend indeed but The Player and Swindler clearly hadn’t heard of it. Both of them turned their backs on the fellow Musketeer. I must admit, the view of them being dragged into the pits of failure was unbelievably pleasing.

Let’s have a closer look, shall we?

Kwon Hyuk’s presence was a must whenever their infamous trio threw a boisterous party. He had a big profit in that. Sometimes he could’ve seemed... a little out of this world. And it’s not his pretty face I’m talking about but rather something you might’ve noticed in his dilated pupils. At a point, he was more of a stoner than a player. In this escape from the real world, he had also found bossiness and if you ever got to buy weed from him, know that you were one of few.

Next comes Yang, the ultimate swindler. Don’t let his confidence fool you, it’s only an armor for his insecurities which you can see through the cracks. For a long time I thought that the guy was simply full of himself before digging deeper and seeing that it was, and still is, his destructible facade. You just need to know where to hit and then you can watch him fall apart.

- xoxo

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#1: Their still hot

[sehun247]

white rose ∬ yy&osh ∬ nye

It hadn’t exactly been in Sehun’s plans to go with anyone to the reunion, he didn’t care all that much about making appearances and didn’t have anyone he was trying to impress. However, it had been a bit of a spur of the moment decision that he and Yang would go together, with him not leaving that much room for argument anyway. It amused him more than anything that Yang had been so secretive about their relations in high school and now he didn’t seem nearly as distraught - even potentially being a prostitute if Jinwoon’s text had been anything to go by.

He knocked on Yang’s door, a lazy tap of his knuckles against the wood. It was due to be a drama-filled evening, it always was when people from high school got together, and he had a feeling that he would be at the center of a good deal of it. It was no real secret that he’d made plenty of enemies and had caused a deal of drama himself. Which he didn’t exactly care about, half of the time he wished he’d caused more damage.

“Pretty baby, I have something for you,” he cooed. Yang had made it clear that he didn’t want something cheesy or actually date-like, which of course for Sehun meant that he had to do exactly that. In his hand was a single white rose, bought purely to annoy him.

@247yang

[sehun247]

[dick] You need more friends... Or a therapist...

[msg ; pretty baby] hahaha[msg ; pretty baby] I already have a therapist and we’re very happy together[msg ; pretty baby] besides I don’t want friends, I want you

[kookie247-blog]

giving back | yang

@247yang

Foundations have always held a special place in Jeongguk’s heart. He knew the feeling of not having anything in life back when he was still a small kid, and to think whether he’d be able to eat today or the next days. So to have some good hearted people who run something for the children who were victims of abuse, Jeongguk immediately offered to bring joy to them by performing. When he was nothing but a university student, he used to offer labour help, but now he figured he can now extend his help in a new light.

His set was a little short; performing his latest comeback song and two covers, which he filled in the breaks with light-hearted talks with the children. Jeongguk couldn’t imagine what they must have gone through, so he figured instead of trying to relate with them, he could only try to make happiness. After finishing his set, he stayed for a while, talking to the staff to express their gratitude for Jeongguk, and Jeongguk playing around with some of the kids. While he was taking a break, he looked around and saw the other volunteers offering food for the children, and to his surprise, a familiar face from high school whom in a hundred years he’d never thought he’d see the man right there.

“…Yang-hyung?”

[247xbora]

Aesthetic Post ( 1/ ?? ) [ Bora x Yang ] “We used to be study buddies and spent a lot of time together. I don’t think it was wrong that we dated and broke up then. We had our own priorities straight and that made me happy. I don’t really regret dating him and breaking up as well. Maybe, because at one point, I really did like being his. And maybe at that point, I could say I actually liked him.”

[x247sumin]

doubtful truth + cs & yy

@247yang 

sumin wasn’t sure whether it was just her being paranoid or it was true, she couldn’t really confirm considering it was only for a night. it felt as if she was being followed whenever she stepped outside, hovering over her shadow to wherever she might be. at first she would like to assume that it could only be her imagination, maybe she was just too tired to the extent that she had started to overthink at times. but even on the third night, the feeling hadn’t faded and this time she was certain that someone was following her all over the places. 

as soon as she finished her shift at lush that night, she decided that she was going to find out about this creep that kept on following her all this while. pulling her coat closer to find more warmth in the middle of the cold night as she hugged herself, a huge scarf wrapped around her neck which almost covered half of her face. her steps moved slowly at a time as she checked for anyone that might be following her—sumin was too focused on looking behind her back that she ended up bumping into someone, causing her phone to slip away from her hand and fell into the ground. “damn it, use your fucking eyes when you walk.” taken aback by the sudden harsh words, she was left speechless as the stranger walked away. “it might be my fault but he could at least apologize or something,” she mumbled under her breath. 

if only the stranger wasn’t an old man, she would probably have snapped back at them for getting mad at such a small matter. sumin continued to walk again after that, completely forgotten about her phone as she reminded herself about her plan, she knew she had to catch whoever this person was tonight. soon she came across a lonely street with barely people around, thinking that maybe this could be a chance for her to confirm her feelings. it took her a moment to hear the footsteps coming behind—sumin maintained a normal pace while waiting for the right time before she turned around and swung her fist against the person’s face. “oh shit,” she managed to say upon seeing the male, eventually holding him in a headlock. “was it you that follow me around few days ago?” 

[247dean-blog]

Somebody I Used To Know

“One more!”

Dean prompts. The bartender was being very kind to Dean on this awfully sad night. I mean after the endless rant about how his ex left him without a word after five years could make anyone pity the man. Especially if today was the day they first became... what was it they were? A couple? lovers? an affair? Dean didn’t even know what to call it anymore. All he knew was that it was gone.. and he was sure there would be no returning for her.

“C’mere!” he called the bartender. When he approaches Dean grapples his neck and pushes him close. Speaking slowly, he drags his words and speaks in a rather cutesy manner. “You’ve done a great! Thank you for listening.” He proceeded to giving the bartender some money. “Here.. you deserve it... and shhh.. It’s out little secret!” And just like that the bartender received probably the biggest tip he’s ever gotten.

Stumbling out of his chair he takes his last shot and settles the cup down. Woozily he waves goodbye and heads for the exit, dancing a bit on his way there. “Shit.. I can’t drive like this..” He digs for his car keys but drops them as he bumps into another body. “Whoa! I’m sorry dude..” He laughs a bit and picks up his keys. “Enjoy your night!” He makes eye contact and smiles then continues on his way.

The fresh air outside felt nice which made him smile again. Then as memories pilled up he began to tear up. “Fuck...”

Oh how he wishes for a friend right about now.