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[strhonggi]

🌿 blame it on the alcohol » hg + my

strmiyoung

It was weird, how things came to this. Normally when Honggi drank, he chose to do so alone. Sometimes he could be seen at a bar, when he was wound so tightly that he needed to escape for a while and didn’t know how to soothe his nerves other than downing a drink or two while huddled in the corner of the local pub, but for the most part, he was reclusive when the urge struck. It was unlike him to do this with a companion, and yet here he was, sitting on his couch with an open bottle of wine and his head slightly spinning from the drinks he had already consumed before taking this bottle out, a friend sitting beside him to keep him company on his journey into intoxication.

Granted, Miyoung was much more sober than he, but she’d put a dent in the glass she was currently holding and it seemed to have made her relax quite a bit. This wasn’t the direction he’d imagined things going when he invited her over upon finishing his shift at the daycare center, but the day had taken its toll on him and he desperately needed to unwind, something he found he couldn’t quite wait for once they were alone in his apartment. So it seemed, despite nether of them being social drinkers by nature, that getting tipsy was also on the agenda for their casual get-together; or, in Honggi’s case it seemed, full-blown drunk, as he was undoubtedly feeling the effects.

“It’s getting late,” he observed quietly as he glanced to the window that overlooked the street outside. The sun was starting to set, and this coupled with them both being inebriated made Miyoung taking the trip home alone unsafe. “Do you want to stay here tonight?” Remembering that she cared for her grandmother, he pursed his lips upon realizing she probably wouldn’t be comfortable leaving her alone overnight. “Or I can call you a cab when you’re ready to go home...” Leaning himself over to the girl, comfortably laying his head on her shoulder, he stared at his wine glass and swirled the drink idly before tilting his head to look up at her. “It’s up to you.”

[strxae-blog-blog]

— pink fever.

“miyoung-ah!” the short woman flies through her apartment door. her hair was still humid because god knows taehee isn’t the most patient of them all. looking at her blonde strands some days ago, she thought some kind of change would be nice. taehee always wanted to try different hair colors, however, she never had such chance when she was younger, and by the time she grew older, she thought pink hair wouldn’t be appropriate for her age. but then again, when something about her life seemed appropriate? her mother wasn’t a great example and taehee’s temper isn’t something people appreaciate. so she put aside whatever people could say and bought everything she needed to dye her hair pink. 

and because it was pink, taehee wanted it to be a surprise to her best friend. and that’s why the shortie stands in front of her neighbor’s door with an excited smile on her lips. she doesn’t know if miyoung was home or not, but she wishes she is. of course, taehee could always send the younger - who’s obsessed with pink - a picture of her brand new hair color, but what’s the fun in that? taehee wouldn’t be able to see her reaction and how she would smile with her eyes. when the door is being opened, taehee quickly put her hands over miyoung’s eyes, laughing. “let’s go inside! i have a surprise, don’t peek” she says and when they arrived to miyoung’s living room, taehee uncovers her eyes and holds her own hair up, showing off the pink and blonde strands. “ta-da!”

[strminyoung]

twins 💕 2young

strmiyoung

The summer festival was definitely one of Min's favorite events of the year, and while she had already stopped by and had an exciting time when it first began, naturally she wasn't going to stay away for the rest of its duration. Even if it meant showing up alone and finding some trouble all on her own, she was going to enjoy the excitement as much as she could. Presently, she was standing near the dunk tank, obnoxiously large heart-shaped sunglasses resting on her face as she turned her head to look around with her hands planted on her hips and a look of determination painting her expression while attempting to sort out what she wished to do next. There was the haunted house challenge, but she had visited it once already, and wasn't so sure it would have the same creepy factor when she knew what to expect.

Just as she was about to set off to look around, a distinctly familiar laugh met her ears and she stopped mid-step quite suddenly, readjusting herself to turn in place and glance around as her gaze flitted all about in search of the body that the voice belonged to. Sure enough, her eyes settled on a shock of red hair and she lit up in a smile as she all but sprinted to where the girl stood with her back facing Min, early approaching; perhaps, a little too eagerly. Skidding to a stop a moment too late and crashing with the other without warning, she got her bearings by slipping her arms around Miyoung's waist with a vice-like grip, turning the collision into a backhug as she squeezed tight and rested her chin on the girl's shoulder.

"My sistah from another mistah!" The squeal, high in volume and in English to boot, earned a few alarmed glances from others, but it was lost on Min as her entire focus was on Miyoung as she kept a tight hold on her beloved friend and proceeded to squeeze her again, rocking them from side to side with a giggle of pure delight. "I didn't know you were going to be here today! Are you with anyone, or can I steal you for a bit?"