#fakecrew.

[pijichu]

@kiddaeng

( KKT : 👑 멍청이 ) ( msg ) 야 ( msg ) kim daehyun

[kiddaeng]

“Weird ass.” “Rude ass.” “Mean ass.” “Lame ass.” ( w/ @pijichu )

[pijichu]

@kiddaeng

( KKT : 👑 멍청이 ) ( msg ) yo yo fake crew yo ( msg ) i’m hungry but i can’t leave the apt ( msg ) and i’m not supposed to eat junk food today ( msg ) can u sneak me food 🙏

[kiddaeng]

"What are you doing....” “It’s called being an aesthetic.” “It’s called being weird Jisoo.” “Try it maybe you’ll look good.” “......DPR we Gang Gang.” “.....”

@pijichu

[pijichu]

@kiddaeng

(track)

they’re on the right side of the city at the wrong time. the waters ripple as a gust of wind passes by but she hardly notices the incoming chill, too busy laughing at him to notice. her hands are sticky from 떡볶이, the paper cup fisted in one hand before she lobs it at the side of his head- stop acting stupid, stupid. she’s getting dizzy; the ferris wheel in the distance blurs in a whirlwind of colors, and soon she loses focus of him, too. 

weak. 

shut up.

(sometimes nights pass easily like this, a couple drinks and daehyun’s obnoxious grin, city life just a few blocks away but somehow much farther than they remember.)

you kind of look like an asshole now.

shut up.

from a distance they’re an unlikely pair, his t-shirt and her marshmallow coat, but tonight they’re just kids.  they stumble away from the shore and onto the sand. her stomach hurts. it feels good, though- like a day hadn’t passed between them.

seoul’s always bigger than she remembers. she’s getting used to the constant change from once city to the next, different people and sights. but it’s times like this that she remembers how good it feels to be in one place. carefree. careless.

(sometimes she doesn’t mind living night for night.)

[pijichu]

@kiddaeng

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[pijichu]

kiddaeng

give me the refresher on confidentiality i'm...

the pettiest 😪

*the prettiest 😪

[pijichu]

pink! aka fake deep sunset 😎

COLOR DRABBLE : accepting !» @kiddaeng

hey, who left the door open aga— jisoo? what’re you doing here?

in another life, this would’ve panned out differently.

are you drunk? yeesh, i can smell you all the way from here- c’mon, get up-

in another life, this would’ve been okay.

he’s got his hands at her shoulders, jostling her gently until she lifts her head to look at him.  a delayed pause, followed by a watered-down smile.  ah-hey! it’s kim daehyun, heh— he’s squinting at her as if to decide whether to kick her out or leave her be.  the second option probably seems safer, so he settles beside her with a sigh.  one hand tousles her hair.  new tabloid headliner tomorrow: kim jisoo, alcoholi- she swats at his face and he complains, but the words just sound like static.  

…long day?

she snorts. yeah. thiiiiiiiiis- arms spreading as far as they can go- long. without looking at him, she knows he’s rolling his eyes.  he’s used to it. should i, uh, call someone? she shakes her head, fiddling with her shoelaces.  i’ll leave in a sec.

- …hey, daehyun?- yeah?- you don’t have to pretend all the time.  you’re human.

she looks small with her arms drawn around her legs, cheeks flushed and laces undone, but her eyes are glittering with clarity.

- ….where’s that coming fro— yah, are you gonna puke all over my carpet?! dude, the cleaning lady just came over yesterday! i’m going to make you pay if you do!- good, it’ll match your sense of fashion.

(but for one night, she’s just jisoo.)