#betterfor

[vliantsarchive]

&*. @betterfor inspired by the first bullet of x.

      “ what the hell are you doing here. ” somewhere between his third and fourth hour of sleep the nice & pleasant junyoung had long gone. it was even worse after being woken up when he had spent a majority of the night studying. “ you better be about to die. ”

[vliantsarchive]

&*. @betterfor

      “ missed me, missed me, now you gotta kiss me. ”

[seraphicblaze]

     yoonoh sighed as his eyes landed on the figure that he was avoiding for most of the night. they were coming towards him and he had no choice but to talk now.  ❝ i don’t know why you are here. ❞ yoonoh told them. it was one of the high society parties that he had to join along with his sister as he was one of the official heirs to the company. but seeing them here made no sense to him.  ❝ did you know who i was before? ❞ he usually made sure to hide his identity was a rich boy and went with his own personality who was a dj that liked to have fun and hang out with people. // @betterfor

[wonderlcnd]

shitty au:  'um excuse me but would you mind turning down your music a little bit we’re in a bus oh shit you’re really cute’ AU

              people always told minseok he'd end up deaf. that he listens to his music too loudly, not that it stops him. sitting on the train his headphones covering his ears his gaze is locked on his phone. the music is blasting through his ears and for several stops, he had been in his own world. most people didn't bother sitting next to him because of how loudly the music was. again, that didn't bother him minseok liked having his space. when the spot next to him was filled another train stop later-- he still isn't listening. not until the tap of his shoulder got his attention. pausing the music he looked up with a smile as he looked at the other. "yeah?" @betterfor

[tearfest]

starter for: @betterfor. > haneul + duho.

              blunt fingernails drum against the dim screen of his phone , staring off into the distance somewhat thoughtfully as the bartender slid him his fourth tumbler of whiskey this hour alone . on the house , of course .. after all , this place is his house . his gaze begins to stray , his attention having been caught by an all too familiar face that seemed to be closing in on him at too rapid of a pace for him to scurry away from .     ‘  - do you always come back for seconds this soon after ?? it makes you look .. desperate .  ‘