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[wsxan-blog]

“ i was already calm, asshole. ” 

five-word sentence starters  [ x ]

➥ status: accepting ! 

“Well jeez, sorry. You just didn’t seem like it,” she muttered, crossing her arms over her chest. “I mean, I’d be freaking out if I dropped my phone in water.” After a few seconds of silence, Shannon finally uncrossed her arms and sighed before looking up someplace nearby to fix the other’s phone. “There’s a repair shop a few blocks east. I’ll go with you; I’ll treat you to some hot chocolate while they fix it, deal?”

[rosalynn-cam]

@junghajoon:

-          So far, Hajoon thinks he’s been doing okay at ignoring the consistent poking at his side. He’s been bent over a manual for the past half an hour, his attention on that rather than the girl beside him. He sighs at her words and leans back in his seat, turning to face her. “Alright, I give up. What do you want? But it better be important.” Despite his threatening words, there’s no malice in his words because this is Rosalynn and he can’t be mean to her no matter what.

Rosalynn isn’t a needy person really, but she hated to be ignored. Perhaps it was a habitual cry for attention, a remnant of her teenage years, or maybe she was simply a spoilt brat. “What do you think I want?” she whined with a childish pout, shifting herself to rest her head on his lap, “You’ve been reading that thing for a good decade, Hajoon. Can’t you pay a little more attention when a pretty girl’s around? This is why you can’t get laid, I swear.”

[jihnq-blog]

@junghajoon // continued from here !

         Well, well, well. Just how apparent his grimace is? Having a tragic childhood and a wrecked home to come from gives no one any right to be this… this… god damn, he can’t even describe in words how infuriated this whole situation makes him. If he was not Ahreum’s brother this feisty worthless youngster would have thrown a punch or two (nothing guarantees he will succeed, however). “As,” a sigh is heaved from his moist lips, which he bites onto to attempt and suppress the impulsive urges from being greater than his pride being stabbed. Dear god, he thinks he’s going to explode. “Of course you didn’t.” His glare shouts it all – he’s definitely looking for a fight.

[hxyvngji-blog]

@junghajoon continued from this

She adjusts her bag over her shoulder, her brow furrowed as she leans down a little to see you better in the street lamp light; “I’m Yougnji... I go to school nearby? I came here for a mid-finals drink and got worried when I saw you get throw out... Not a lot of fights happen at this bar, so it took me off guard, but still it’s nothing I haven’t seen before... So again are you ok? It looks pretty rough, but... You weirdly look like you’re... kinda used to this sort of thing... Shoul I ask you name too?”

[leexareum-blog]

@junghajoon

-          Yeah no shit. Hajoon only stares at his younger sister for a minute before raising an eyebrow. “You know, you rang me saying you were ‘at that one club’. I figured you were drunk.” Despite his naturally annoyed look, he ends up smiling a little and shakes his head. “I’ve been driving round for 20 minutes trying to figure out where you meant.” To be honest, even if he hadn’t guessed, it had been made obvious the second he’d seen her that she was drunk. Her cheeks were flushed and she was all over the place when she tried to walk. “Do you want me to take you home?”

It wasn’t normal at all for Areum to drink. Well, maybe when she got to Seoul she couldn’t stop drinking, drowning her sorrows in alcohol, but not now. She told herself she would never drink again and yet that night she had ended up wandering around the city, only to stop at a club, driven there by her own sadness, and giving in to the liquid gold. “Unless... you want me to vomit on ya-- it would be wise for you to take me home.” And then a fit of giggles left her lips, probably catching the attention of everyone else around them.