#slyjae

[bapwoo]

Host: Who’d like to go first?

Youngjae: Let’s start with the nicest guy, which is me.

Things b.a.p actually said part 10

[gryffinsun-blog]

Truth be told; she should have been in bed hours ago. Should have been being the key point. There’s so many things she should have done, should not have done, should have said, should not have said. Always the should; anyone would be convinced that Kim Yongsun loved getting herself into trouble. Perhaps they weren’t exactly wrong. Getting into trouble usually was the result of an interesting series of events or yet another adventure. Curiosity had often been the main cause of it: not a bad thing, after all.

What was bad, however, was the amount of housepoints it had cost her so far. Although it didn’t always show, she was very passionate about winning the House Cup as well (much like all the other students). It’s almost too good to be true that her late night escapades have lead her into something quite interesting this time. Wouldn’t it be great if Slytherin were to lose a couple of points? What with them currently being on top, Yongsun would do anything to decrease the lead they had on Gryffindor. Snitching might not be the best way to go about it, but if it helped the house of snakes go down, she was all up for it. Unfortunately, her excitement once again managed to beat her common sense.

What’s new.

‘Ha! That’s gonna cost you some points, you know?’ Not only had the student been outside this late; he also seemed to have consumed a whole lot of alcohol on his own. Would it cost them more points if she could prove that, too? A proud smile spreads across her face when she approaches him and grabs hold of the bottle, swiftly seizing it from his hold. “I’ll take that with me. And you. You come with me too.’

[slythevan-blog]

— * over the edge ;

@slyjae​

he’s learned over the course of his life how exactly to tune out those who he deems irrelevant. but unlike what he might have learned, had he taken his mother’s teachings more to heart, without the moderation of his sister, it’s not internalized. he half wishes he could just hate them (but irene would be disappointed) and the other half of him wishes that he could just accept them (but his mother would kill him), and it’s that tugging between two polar opposites that leaves him hovering in between, lost and unsure. 

there are always people who still, somehow, work their way under his skin. people who shouldn’t exist to him. seething, the irritating thing’s voice playing in his head, he can’t help but grumble to himself as he walks towards the slytherin common room, a look of sheer murderous intent on his face. the password is hissed out between gritted teeth, and the first person he sees is jaebum -- thank merlin, perhaps the older slytherin can stop him from committing homicide.

“hyung!”