#ryxjinyoung

[ryheosoo-blog]

drunken confessional

@ryxjinyoung

The air was hot and sticky, or that was how it felt as Heosoo as he fumbles one foot over the other in search of the right door. A clumsy step ended with his shoulder colliding with the wall and a laugh trickling him his lips as he sloppily clutches to at the flat surface to keep himself up right. He was horribly intoxicated, the kind where he didn’t know if he was laughing because it was funny or because he found himself so pitiful that there was nothing else he could do. One sleeve of his suit jacket slipping from his shoulder, signs of the extravagant affair that led to the typical after party. Jaewon had been under his gaze until he wasn’t, the first born prince was skilled at that and Heosoo had shared too many in cheer to go looking for him.

His back met the wall roughly, knocking the air from his lungs and leaving him slipping down to the floor. If Jaewon died and he got fired-- Just the though made a laugh puff in his cheeks, tinged with the reddened heat. A sarcastic sort of amusement; bitter at the edges. There were too ways that Heosoo could go when he was drunk, one was to bed with the closest person who would let him take them there and the second was here, fingers scratching at an inner seam wondering how he ended up in this place. The drunken epiphany that left a sensation of drowning as he coughed over a breath and struggled to find his footing again.

It was a hazy wander until he collided with something else moving, his head swinging to lift up and the dizziness leaving him clutching onto the fabric of the object in his way. A person. A familiar one. Jinyoung. A fellow lord-in-waiting, a co-worker, a friend -- the crooked and uneven attempt of a smile on Heosoo’s lips. There was a red burn in his eyes, with two conclusions of a getting high or that he’d been crying. One hand rubbing his nose as he stifles a sniffle and looks back in the direction he came in. “JinJin, this place has so many corners. When did it get so many corners?” Heosoo rattled out, slurring the edges of his words; fingers curling into Jinyoungs shirt and tugging as he loses balance once more.

[avtjiyong]

‘sins of the father’

@ryxjinyoung​

no one likes not being able to find what you're looking for, and jaewon is no exception. if anything he hates it worse because by god, he's the crown prince, everything should be at his fingertips, especially if it's a person he's looking for. he hasn't seen sungjae in a solid week and it's starting to worry him, not to mention he has five hundred things to talk to him about in regards to the banquet dinner next week. they are supposed to be presenting together, but his younger brother is nowhere to be found.

when jaewon finally has some time, he manages to get into sungjae's bedroom, but he's not there either, only his eunuch jinyoung, who makes jaewon's face sneer automatically. he doesn't even think about it anymore, doesn't even try to hide his displeasure for him, like he would any almost every other member of the household. he doesn't like jinyoung, and he doesn't make a point of disguising it. everyone and anyone can know why.

"where is my brother?" he asks curtly, already running out of patience. before the other can even answer however, jaewon sighs. "you're supposed to be with him, you know. why aren't you? it's a simple job, not that difficult."

[ryjun]

interrupted.

— * for @ryxjinyoung !

          in moments like this, he wanted to be left alone. the quietest room in the house was the library, and he would prefer if no one were to disturb him as he let himself roam in his own throughts— and the only person he'd let into his dark little mind was his own lord in waiting, who wasn't around at the present moment. his homework was sprawled out in front of him on one of the tables, but they were left untouched as he was slumped back in his seat, staring up at the ceiling as opposed to his work. he didn't see the point in doing his work anyway; he knew he was still going to do well in his classes if he missed one weekend of homework. there was just too much on his mind, and he wanted to concentrate on that instead.

          ( not a wise decision, if you asked him. )

          somewhere in between his thoughts, tears began sliding down his cheeks at a rapid pace, his shoulders shaking the more he let his mind roam free. he didn't even notice when someone else had walked in, the fact only registering as he caught the soft click of the door closing. he froze in his seat, daring to speak against his broken voice when he knew he should've just been the one to go. ❝ you need to leave. ❞ he paused, sighing at the sound of how weak his own voice sounded. ❝ ...please. i want to be alone right now, you're disrupting my studies. ❞ either way, if the person refused, jun knew he would be the one leaving; he just preferred this space better. he didn't want anyone lurking in the hallways to see him like this, either.

[ryyena-blog]

◟ mismatchmaker — ❀ yn&jy. ◝

ring ring, @ryxjinyoung​!

yena was not an unfamiliar face to see at any sort of ball. being the social butterfly she is, she was known to be a great and mood setting guest. though she preferred less extravagant ones, she had a strong sense of duty to attend the more exclusive ones like this one. it’s not like she hated this concept, she just found it rather forced in every aspect and would prefer something more relaxed. despite that, she never turned down an offer for a spin out on the floor - and now her poor feet were aching after the hours spent dancing and walking back and forth from the washroom to sit through her girlfriends’ never ending gossip. she found it cute, how the younger women got so passionate about boys. it was always about boys. after one of the designated washroom trips, she made her way to the cushioned benches lining one of the ballroom walls; finally allowing her feet and mind some rest. with a deep exhale, she glanced across the room, watching the dancing couples fondly. ‘it's a pretty sight,’ she thought. the flowing dresses especially. beautiful, even. did her dress look like that earlier? out of the corner of her eye, she took notice of a figure that had barely moved all evening. jinyoung. she’d paid attention to his positioning tonight, because at all the balls she can remember they’d both attended - he’d always just stand or sit by the sides awkwardly, and frankly, it was a bit of an eyesore. not that what he did was wrong, surely no one truly minded him not taking part in the actual dancing - but to yena, this was bothersome. she wanted everyone to enjoy the event, even when she wasn’t the hostess.  with her spent legs, she got up from the bench to waddle over to the familiar male; dropping herself next to him on the bench he previously had had to himself. “jinyoung,” she began, an obvious pleading tone lacing her words, “i beg you, just get out on the floor once tonight. you’re being such a killjoy; it hurts to see you. you should be out there swooning some ladies and having a blast.”