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Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text. (aka break me C': plz )
Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text.@rvkyeo
[ sms → legacy_kyeo ] don’t you think you and aj are enjoying your otp a little too much? if you both like each other, stop fooling yourselves and admit it out in the open.
[ sms → legacy_kyeo ] adding these sorts of unnecessary things to music disgusts me.
♟: Patching up a wound
After a day of pestering Dae had finally agreed to show Kyeo how to make a simple dish. He didn’t ask why he wanted to know how to make chow mein but he had a small inkling considering there was only one member who loved eating it. Things had been going fine for the most part until he heard a shout of pain from Kyeo who had managed to burn his hand on the stove.
Immediately he grabbed his friends wrist and dragged him to the sink where he ran cool water over the burn before running to the bathroom to get their first aid kit. “You have to be more careful Kyeo.” he said gently drying his hand and blowing softly on the wound. He applied some burn cream to the spot before wrapping it up in some bandaging.
@rvkyeo; legacy’s dorm, seoul, 2012.
hanging out around the legacy’s dorm was nothing new in soojung’s agenda, especially if there was a party going on--if that’s what you can call a bunch of guys, their manager (for a short period of time) and a little sister. with their second promotion round finished it’s no surprise they’d want to celebrate the night away with some music, booze, food and, to some, sleeping.
also a well known fact: fourteen-year-old soojung would give anything to get one night away from her parents’ icy judgement, even if it meant she would need to get her homework done at her brother’s shared dorm while they did whatever it was outside. “fucking chem,” she grumbles, trying to balance this damn equation while suppressing her own body to break dance to the faint fantastic baby behind those doors.
“i can’t!” she exclaims desperately, tossing the notebook away in a fit. her body follows the papers almost immediately, and she whines a little, muffling it with the pillow. the girl is sure she could end up dozing off -- if only she could ignore the music, her kind of music -- but before sleep would take her exhausted body, her eyes land on an apparent bottle of juice.
there’s never hesitation in this girl, and it’s no different when she takes the bottle -- even though it’s from the other guy’s side of the room, the one who dislikes her -- and takes a large sip of it. the liquid burns down her throat and she can only feel the dizziness, though it is only temporary. “is this thing old?” she looks at the bottle with furrowed eyebrows, not noticing what she drank was far from spoiled juice.
leading a LEGACY
| @rvxdaejung | @rvkyeo | @rvyeonseok | @rvaiden |
| @donghaexrv | @himchanxrv | @rvhyukjae |
@rvkyeo
After the conversation in the group chat Dae was more then a little strung out. He could slap each of those boys but instead resorted to privately messaging Kyeo, telling him to come back to their shared room. He had been laying on his bed facing the wall when he heard the door finally open and looked over his shoulder at the leader.
“Did they.... I mean.. I wasn’t the only thinking... oh lord.” he whined turning over and sitting up. Their conversation had turned dirty sounding and it had pushed Daes limits for the night. Turning his big brown eyes to the other he pouted. “Help.”
