#stardvvstt

[gcldenhearts]

    ( @stardvvstt. )

    Perhaps this was a mistake, perhaps she should have stayed away from Minseok altogether but Eunbyeol couldn’t help but be intrigued by the male. Flashes of the past had gotten to her when she had seen him around town again; double checking it it had really been him and before she even realized it curiosity had gotten the better of her. Once she had found out about his bar, it didn’t take long for her to decide to pay a visit, or rather, Sunmi to pay a visit.

    Long legs crossed as she sat herself down on one of the stools at the bar, fingers twirling a cocktail in her hand as dark hues roam the room. No trace of the town’s sweetheart was to be found anymore, instead a tight red dress donned her figure, nothing alike Eunbyeol’s wardrobe. He had to visit this day, she was entirely sure about it and soon enough Minseok is stepping inside, capturing her attention as a small smile laces her lips.

[seovleseo-a]

and history repeated itself. he worked hard to keep his dad in good health, but the inevitable happened. with his medical background, isaac knew that the car accident his father suffered was not extreme nor life threatening, but it really put things into perspective again. it was one of those moments where his dad would bring up his mom, and it left isaac in shambles. it was a weak spot for him. i’ve seen the way you look at yooyi, it was how i used to look at your mother. and that phrase kept repeating in his mind, over and over again. if his dad noticed... it had to be true. which is why he called yooyi over, to finally confess to her; and tell her how he really felt about them. 

“thanks for coming.” he spoke quietly as he welcomed her into his home. @stardvvstt

[p-xii]

| Closed starter for ; @stardvvstt | Jisung & Joohwan. |  

Honestly, he’d been hurt much worse than this. Though the gash was rather deep and the crimson liquid dripping from said wound on his leg startled some as they walked passed the teen. But, as always, Jisung wasn’t very concerned with their reactions; he was making his way to a familiar friends home in search of help. He appeared slightly dazed, plush lips were parted while he gently knocked among the elders door. 

He’d been fighting again, street fights brought in money for his family; when they were running low or nobody was buying their narcotics due to rivalry dealers it tended to help. Even though Mark told him over and over, to stop- and that they’d figure something out. Jisung just wanted to help out, sure he was the baby of the group but he hated being treated like it. He felt as if he held no position in the gang at all at times. 

The blue haired boy began chewing on his lip, a palm running up his left arm to push his sweatshirt sleeve up so his skin could be examined. There were bruises, a good handful of them. The adrenaline of the fight was beginning to wear off and the pain was settling in instead. He hoped the male was home, it was possible that his leg might need stitches.