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BUGGIN’

god, he wants to die.

the worst part of shin jihoo’s week was 4 pm on wednesdays when he has his tutoring session with grandpa haesoo hyung in the library. unlike class, jihoo couldn’t sleep or instagram his way through this-- he actually had to pay attention to the meticulous cheong ryong. which, consequently meant actually learning things as they sat there with his biology book opened, pen tapping on notebook as jihoo stared blankly at the pages and haesoo went on about prokaryotic cells or something.

“hyung” he interrupts the riveting lesson, twisting his body to face the older boy, head lazily propped on his hand. “there’s bulgogi in the caf tonight, should we go before it’s gone?” he asks with a small smile and a suggestive eyebrow raise, the hope of escaping this lesson practically dancing in his eyes. he can’t believe his only hope for sweet release is barbecued meat.

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#yfxhaesoo #.para #.buggin'#( haesoo has 2 deal w so much of my lil shits im so sorry nadric )

explain urself @yfxhaesoo…

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"i want to marry her" OO O OO O MY GOD

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@CHEONG RYONG

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a helping hand

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Everything is hazy but also colorful. Electrifying. It’s like all of his senses are amplified, but some dulled, ignored. They are not important. Thinking is not important, but feeling is. And Taehyun is feeling, with his whole body, every inch of his skin, every cell. He stops in the middle of the dance floor, stares up, stays there for a whole minute. His body itches for air, so he makes his way through the crowd, out of there, anywhere.

Fuck, he is thirsty.

When he’s outside, Taehyun slides down and sits on the floor, closing his eyes. For how long has he been feeling this now, isn’t the effect supposed to be off after 2 hours? Can he even care? He giggles, leans his head on his knees. Jinwoo would probably laugh at him if he sees him now, “getting high on acid while by yourself, Kim Taehyun, you’re fucking stupid”. “Sure, sure, Jinwoo-ah, I’m stupid,” he says to fantasy Jinwoo, and then giggle. Well, not that he has to worry. Taehyun can pretty much drag his ass home, high or not. Or ask for help to the Haesoo he is seeing right next to him, though he doesn’t know if he’s real or not.

#yfxhaesoo #p: a helping hand #tw: drugs

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☾ : On a sleepless night, what would they be found doing?

After lying awake for hours trying to sleep, Hakyeon will slip out of bed, quiet as a mouse to avoid disturbing his roommate. When he can’t seem to find sleep, there’s only one thing that can soothe him, the thing he’s truly passionate about- dance. If it’s at a time he thinks he can get away with it and not get caught, he’ll sneak out to find a secluded place and just let himself go. No restraints, no cares, no body to watch him and judge his movements, just him and the music and the feeling of freedom he loves so much.

On nights when he knows he can’t get out, he’ll even settle for slipping into the bathroom and plugging in his earbuds so as not to wake his roommate. There’s not the same mobility and freedom of movement, and he has to be careful not to be too loud, but at least it’s something. Something to take the edge off and bring him a sense of peace until he’s able to hopefully get some sleep at last.

#{ headcanons }#yfxhaesoo

everything’s not lost

the blackness of the backs of her eyelids wasn’t enough to block the library’s overhead lights, nor was it enough to keep the light from flickering; the cause of hands that spoke just as much as their owner’s mouth, she concluded. but she decided to keep the thought to herself, and drummed her fingers on either side of her face. picturing herself as she was – elbows propped up on the table, chin resting in between the heels of her palms, her hands framing the bottom-half of her face – she decided she could be cute enough to get out of the tutoring lesson. maybe. maybe.

okay, maybe not; she’s tried before and it’s never worked out. eunbin’s face scrunched in as she closed her eyes tighter, as if doing so would make her eyelids more opaque. when that didn’t work, she gave up and opened her eyes, staring at the boy across from her with an expression that was so soaked in her boredom that she could imagine drops of it falling off of her face and onto her notebook. with a childishly loud huff she sat up straight and crossed her arms over her chest. “i don’t get why we have to learn korean language at all, or why i have to get tutored on it! doesn’t me being a korean citizen count for anything? i grew up learning korean and nothing else, why wouldn’t i know the lang–”

eunbin’s phone buzzed three times in a row, vibrating against the table so harshly that she gave a small giggle in amusement of it. the hilarity in her expression fell as soon as she saw the messages on her screen, her mouth opening in comical offense. “did you hear what this bitch in first year was saying about me? i’m going to kill her.” she sat back in her chair, her eyes back on the elder. “after this lesson, at least. i’m going to kill her after this lesson.”

#yfxhaesoo #th.#t: everything's not lost