#naeunrk

[rkrxcky]

[ SMS ; to reeky ] happy birthday, ricky! [ SMS ; to reeky ] woah.. you're a year older. [ SMS ; to reeky ] you'll somehow get your present soon..

[` text to naeuna: thank youuuuu![` text to naeuna: i am and guess what, i totally forgot[` text to naeuna: oooh presents whatd you get me is it a puppy?

[rkjaehyun]

"What are we doing here?"

getting drawn from a temporal state of unconsciousness, was not something jaehyun had anticipated. it had appeared as if his heart had elevated to his cranium as replacement for his brain, the pounding headache assaulting his head restlessly. jaehyun rubbed at his mildly heated forehead as if that could aid with dulling the throbbing pain, the feminine voice ringing through his ears, reverberating off the sides of his skull. brows furrowed into a pained expression, he was astonished that he even managed to gain strength to sit himself up, face buried deep into his hands as he attempted to regain any type of concentration. what the fuck did he get himself into?his whole anatomy felt leaden, and at the pit of his stomach a sensation of nausea was manifesting. when the lids of his eyes lifted, the sight he was met with was a female [ one that he sure as hell didn’t ever recall meeting ], just about as out of it as himself. the fact that they laid on the identical bed together, and that there was an obvious stench of alcohol in the room all summed up to one thing.. well shit.

[haseulrk]

"I didn’t do it."

"If it wasn’t you, and it wasn’t me, then who was it, Naeun?"  she narrowed her eyes at the other girl, obviously not happy about something.  

"I didn’t do it."

"There’s only the two of us here."  she frowned, watching as Naeun crossed her arms in front of her in defense.  Taeyeon just shook her head, setting something between them on the counter.

"If you’re going to eat the rest of my red bean ice cream, just ask! And don’t put the empty container back in the freezer, please."  she begged, hoping never to have to go through this terrifying experience again as she went over to the freezer, opening up a new package.

[droppedrkhoya]

"Do I know you?"

( ` howon’s eyes widen at the question along with his eyebrows, but then he manages to keep his face under control. he smiles and shrugs his shoulders) No, you don’t know me. — Why? Do you want to? ( ` by now, the smile he donned earlier has developed into a grin and maybe, just maybe, he’s flirting with her, but hey, howon was just being himself. no harm done)

[rkrxcky]

* over the edge -- {naeun&ricky}

The music stopped abruptly for the fourth time in the past six minutes, a new record, Ricky thought, as his arms dropped out of the move he was frozen in, an exasperated huff passing his lips. The practice room was all tangible frustration and under-breath swearing, because, really, they'd been at this same three eight counts for two hours, and every time, at the exact same place, their instructor would stop the music, stare them down disapprovingly, and call out a stern, "Again." Yet every time, they'd barely make it to the third set of eight, and the cycle would start all over again.

"I don't know why you look so annoyed, Changhyun," the choreographer finally spoke up. Ricky could feel his face flushing; he already knew what was coming, he'd been here long enough to know,"You're part of the reason we can't advance past this. Do it again. On your own." He could hear the mutterings of his peers around him as they cleared the floor, some apologetic, others not so much. The remaining forty minutes of class consisted of his every move being broken down in great detail about how wrong he was doing them in front of the entire class. In retrospect, he would be grateful for what was very near a private lesson, one that would result in significant improvements in his technique. But at the time it felt like utter humiliation. So by the time he was released for the evening at 7 o'clock sharp, he was sufficiently irritable, though the fact that he was going to meet Naeun for dinner was enough to subdue the feeling.

"Sorry I'm late," he uttered with an apologetic smile as he slipped into the seat across from her, "Long day." He sank into the chair gratefully, the sounds of clinking utensils, bustling waiters, and meat sizzling on grills a good ambiance to distract him from his less pleasant thoughts, making it easy to fall into normal conversation with his childhood friend, "I miss you, noona. You should come visit the building more often."

[rkrxcky]

[ text ; to reeky ] oh maaaan, congratulations! [ text ; to reeky ] wait, the whole son family says congrats too! we're so proud of you.

[` ✉ text to naoona: aaahhh! thanks, noona!

[` ✉ text to naoona: but I miss you already. how will I go on without our movie nights?

[` ✉ text to naoona: you're not allowed to watch any new movies without me

[` ✉ text to naoona: and especially not with boys! only girl friends from now on. you can't trust boys now that I won't be around to protect you >u<

[rkrxcky]

Son Naeun @snaeunnie: @yoorick97 no one wants to hold you.

@yoorick97: @snaeunnie everyone wants to hold me they're all waiting in line you don't know anything. so there. xP