#itsrians

[jangyus-blog]

、♡  —  it’s almost as if rian’s a closed book, one that gyuri cannot decipher, no matter how hard she tries. why does she still insist on hanging out with her, even though she has already made it crystal clear that she doesn’t feel the same way about her? why won’t she just leave her alone, when she knows full well that she’s only making it harder for her to move on? it’s unfair, yet gyuri can’t bring herself to confront her, sighing to herself as she watches the other sip her drink so nonchalantly, as if this is the most natural thing in the world. if she didn’t know any better, if she hadn’t already confessed, she’d think the girl isn’t even aware of her feelings. “ it—it’s pretty cold today, huh? i can’t believe it’s already november. christmas is just around the corner. ” there she goes again, struggling to keep the conversation going, yet spewing out nothing but nonsense instead, flustered beyond belief. she feels so boring, so inadequate under rian’s gaze, fiddling with the hem of her hoodie, wishing she could just bolt out of there. “ i’m sorry... ” / @itsrians

[gojins]

being an angsty, rebellious teenager who perpetually felt the need to blatantly defy his parents has taught jinwoo that there’s something oddly alluring about disregarding the rules you’re supposed to follow. for the longest time, that’s been his own way of getting back at them for their unjust favoritism towards his older brother, some sort of coping mechanism that helped him deal with whatever the universe decided to throw at him. back then, he used to believe that he could drink his way to happiness and fuck his problems away. perhaps time has made him softer, less resentful and vindictive, yet it has failed to change his reckless ways. when he’s with rian, that spark of madness only seems to grow stronger, more overpowering, like an old flame being set ablaze once again. there’s no such thing as right and wrong when they’re together, taking the city by storm with their antics, enjoying every moment as if it’s their last. they’re the life and soul of every party, never missing a chance to let loose and get wild. “ that dude’s been staring at you for a while now. i kinda wanna wipe that stupid grin off his face. with my fists. ” there’s nothing as disappointing as crashing a party that ultimately turns out to be lame as hell. the room’s packed with people he’s never seen in his entire life, and he can barely hear himself think over the loud, shitty music blasting through the speakers — not that he really cares, to be honest. he’s only there for the free alcohol, anyway. “ man, this party’s wack. wanna get outta here? ” / @itsrians