#gmxhan

[gmxsoojung]

i need to dry my hair. what do you think? i want toast, jingjing—

use the toaster oven—it’s occuuuuuuuuuupied, lulu. ( ` wags a finger at him, biting back a grin )

[gmxjanus-blog]

help me to save myself { han x janus }

The reason why Dongwoo finds himself running around Xavier, looking for this certain someone is because he had been told he had the power of power negation. He thought that if he look for this guy, he might be able to help Dongwoo in controlling Janus. After all, Janus had been nothing but a nuisance lately. In fact, Janus broke their silent pact of possessing his body way too often lately and had went on a killing rampage for more than once a month than usual. It is indeed now or never and Dongwoo needs Janus to get his shit right.

The only problem was that Dongwoo didn't know who this guy was or how he had look like. And in fact, he didn't know where to actually find him. The only information he knew is that he is at Xavier's school and that his power can help Dongwoo to surpass himself.

Sighing, Dongwoo settle for one of the benches the school had provided, feeling rather beaten in thoughts that he still has no idea who this guy might be. Dongwoo needs to find him. Or rather he has to. He doesn't want Janus to go all mad and if this guy can help tell Janus to control himself, that'll be good. But knowing Janus, it won't be a easy job.

[gmxsangster-blog]

whisper!

Alcohol was anaesthesia for the soul. Sangster didn’t have the luxury of indulging in drinks, but he gave in to the desire for himself to be numbed against the heavy dosage of reality. In other words, he wanted to get piss drunk to get a dreamless sleep.For Sangster, getting drunk was easy. All it took were two shots to knock him out; the problem was to stay awake enough to haul his ass home. That proved to be harder than Sangster thought, and he staggered out of the bar in a drunken stupor, Tripping over the uneven pavement, Sangster lurched forward only to bang into something he vaguely recognised as a human being. He sagged against the warm support, and his lips moved of their own accord."Some days I wish I hadn’t been born," he whispered, his words slurred. "Then I wouldn’t have to suffer so much as I did now." Bracing his hands on the other’s shoulders, Sangster tried to force himself up but that proved too much to handle, and he slumped against the warm body again. 

[gmxobsidius]

whisper!

there's a lot of things namjoon doesn't like to partake in, at least not lately. he's been too tired, too low on energy to do anything else but sit on the sidelines and watch others, and it's no surprise that he finds himself next to han, this time-- watching naeun doing god knows what with her shirt, drunk as hell.

"i'm surprised they haven't tried to drag us into this yet." he sighs, leaning over to try and get the other male's attention amidst all the noise, a soju bottle tucked neatly in his fingers. "should we leave before they try to?"

he doubted han would want to-- he was responsible for soojung and jinri, after all, when they got to this point, but it was worth it to offer. besides, han was one of the few people in this group that namjoon didn't know as well as he might others, yet, so there was a bit of an ulterior motive there-- ever the friendly samaritan, kim namjoon.