#yfxjakyung

[yfxwoosun-blog]

* innocent lamb

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nothing could make woosun feel more awkward than to be made to wear a suit. the gray blazer was fidgeted with and more than once he asked his mother if he could simply not wear it to the event. he’d still look nice dressed up in the white button up and skinny dark gray tie. but her response was to tell him that this was important and that it would get cooler later any way, so it was better to have it on him. an argument that he couldn’t win as he left her comb back his bangs one more time, fixing the strands that had slipped while he adjusted and messed with the blazer. if he was honest with her, he didn’t want to go at all and yet, he couldn’t bring himself to refuse. he didn’t know how to let his parents down more than he had in his own mind.

that’s why he ended up standing on his own in the large motel ballroom, chandelier strung up above their heads and the string quartet filling in the empty space with the low trickle of music. there was chatter, constant voice passing back and forth, growing moments of laughter and tiny stilted breaths of silence as people move from one greeting to the next. but for the sixteen year old teenage boy, the only object he knew how to use was the glass in his hand and drink the non-alcoholic cola that filled it until he ran out. it was on search for another drink that he saw her; a familiar face in the crowd; a heaven-sent angel to save him from being alone.

he didn’t know her that well; but he’d seen her. he’d walked passed her in the halls of sunhwa and he’d heard she was supposed to go to the olypmics, that she’d won a medal at another one. the types of sporting gossip that interested him more than who was dating who. it was with a thin veil of confidence that he dared approach her, head ducked forward to hide the nervous blush that warmed his cheeks and the shift of his weight as he made certain she saw him coming before he bowed his head in greeting. “hello. you go to sunhwa, don’t you?” it’s a question he knows he needs to ask; it would be bad to talk to her like he knew her already. “i’m bae woosun!” his lips curled into a smile, eyes disappearing into crescents and skin gleamed with innocent youth.

[xyfxtaehyun-blog]

d*** move

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Taehyun knew that today, of all days, wouldn’t be a good, calm, chill day when he woke up to two incoming messages from no other but his mother dearest. He had looked at it with sleepy eyes, read it with an ever growing annoyance. In text form, his mother sounded even more intimidating.

( from: mother ) Taehyun, don’t forget the party tomorrow. It’ll be at 8PM, but arrive earlier, I want to check the clothes you are going to wear. Don’t be late. ( from: mother ) And bring a girl this time. People are starting to ask me questions. 

The boy had, of course, replied with a definitive “I don’t have a girlfriend to take with me, mother”, but his mother went on and on about this friend’s daughter, who was a second year and almost went to the Olympics. Invite her, she said, and it wasn’t a suggestion. Taehyun knew it quite well. His mother, it seemed, was tired of people asking questions about Taehyun’s lack of female company. 

He would, of course, like to be an enlighted person who doesn’t give a shit about his mother’s problem with people thinking (rightfully so) that he is gay, but he does. He does give  a shit. A massive one. And this is why he sees himself, two hours later, watching as a very tall girl leaves the Ju Jak dorm. He sighs, stares at his phone, and then at the message he sent Jinwoo about that girl being his cousin’s best friend. Choi Jakyung, there is no mistake about who she is. Taehyun sighs, stares around, shoves his hands in his uniform pockets. Fuck this, this is such an asshole move. He is just so over trying to date girls, though this wouldn’t even be a proper date, but how does he even tell her this? He doesn’t even know her. You’re pathetic, Jinwoo had told him, trying to please your mother so hard. And as much as Taehyun hates when Jinwoo calls him pathetic, he can’t help but agree this one time. 

Fucking shit, honestly.

“Hey,” he calls as the girl walks past him, and he walks towards her, mind running for miles. Ok, this can’t be so bad. Maybe she’ll say no, and he’ll tell his mother that. Maybe she’ll get his “vibes” and understand that this is not what it looks like. Maybe his mother will die of a heart attack by the end of the day and no party will happen. Maybe the girl will think he is a fucking creep for coming out of nowhere to ask her out like that and run away and everything will be over with. “Uh, I don’t think we’ve met before? I’m Taehyun.”