#yfxwoojin

[yfxconfessions]

yikes @ woojin tripping at the cr party. have some class

[yfxconfessions]

im so lost is yeoreum dating woojin or woosun or jongsuk what is this girl doing

[yfxwoosun-blog]

* s.o.s

@yfxwoojin

{ outgoing. woojin ) right. a joke. lol. { outgoing. woojin ) okay.

( ‘ the phone was dropped aside, woosun’s back connecting with the inside of the batting cage and hearing it rattle from his weight. he didn’t know how he was supposed to feel about anything in that moment. after yunmi had told him, after he’d looked at that pregnancy test to see it was positive. no part of him had the confidence to tell anyone what was going on, instead he wandered in a daze and laid in bed with his eye wide open. he thought he could clear his head in practice the days after, but he couldn’t focus. it was bad enough that the coach had pulled him aside to ask what was wrong and he could only muster up the excuse of end of semester tests. ) ( ‘ as soon as he started to think about it, his head sunk into his hands. he couldn’t even bring himself to drink or go out to a party. the baseball bat laid next to him mocking his inability to concentrate on the balls that were coming at him. there were bruises on his arms and his legs only proved his distracted state. ) “fuck...” ( ‘ he groans to himself, messing up his hair in frustration and aggravation at how empty his head was. maybe he was as stupid as most people thought he was. )

[yfxconfessions]

i thank god everyday for the bae brothers and their superior genetics

[xyfxtaehyun-blog]

through glasses

@yfxwoojin // early june

Sometimes he can’t help but wonder why he still does this, why he still seeks this kind of entertainment. It used to be what he needed most of the time - the adrenaline of the crowd, the rush of euphoria, the alcohol, being around people who were like himself - no preaching, no judging eyes. Just being able to be who he is, to be that big part of who he is without fear of being punched in the face by some random dude with a fragile masculinity. But now, the feeling is fading. He feels that most often than not he comes mostly from the habit, or just escaping. Shit. He is definitely turning into a 40-year-old man trapped in an 18-year-old body. And that fucking sucks. 

He stops, looks around, feels foolish. Maybe Taehyun is just way too sober. Maybe it’s just that.

The boy turns around and looks for the boy who came with him here. He doesn’t know why he and Woojin ended up this friendly - maybe because he became such a willing company to those parties, maybe it’s just the way things are. He walks towards him, taps on his shoulder, “hey, I’m going out for a smoke, ok? Wanna come with?”

[yfxwoosun-blog]

* awkward family time

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home -- why did the idea of it feel him with dread? 

that sick and twisting knot in his stomach that he tried to smother out with a mouthful of alcohol. it burned the inside of his throat as he headed up the street, looking up at the place that was supposed to be filled with warmth. it had been when woohee died that he’d last stayed at home. baseball was a good excuse. so was school. parties saved him from having to realize another week had passed and he was still too scared to truly let himself cry. he smothered those emotions, pushed them down into the pit and swallowed another mouthful of alcohol to numb out the gripping fingers trying to pull itself out again. 

the lid was blindly twisted back on as woosun climbed the step to the house, fumbled and spilled some of the liquid on himself. “shit,” he hissed under his breath, wiping the droplets from the front of his shirt and blinking away the faint dizziness that lingered on his mind. the sport bottle was shoved into his sports bag. he still wasn’t on speaking terms with woojin and told their parents he’d come home on his own after morning practice. woosun rubbed his face as he came to the door, pulling it open with ease.

“i’m home!” shouted through the house brightly, pushing his shoes off as he headed in deeper, going for his room first to drop his things off. “i totally won at practice! only got two strikes!” woosun cheerily spoke, forcing up his happiness and finding it easier when the alcohol began to numb out the edges of his mind. his body swayed fractions as he changed his mind midway down the hall and turned for the kitchen. he was hungry. 

[yfxconfessions]

NOOOOO THE BAE BROTHERS WERE SUPPOSED TO STICK TOGETHER ;n;

KIDDOS STOP FIGHTING!!!

[yfxwoosun-blog]

💃

SKILLSET MEME › not accepting

( 💃 : dancing )

woosun is not the most skilled dancer and he would attest to that. he’s never had lessons or been taught, and so tends to mimic movements he sees in music videos with an awkwardness. he doesn’t particularly know how to move his body in those ways. either too powerful or too weak whenever he tries. there’s never the right impact when he attempts, but that’s never stopped him from attempting. one of his minor dreams is learning a dance from beginning to end, and performing it to perfection. as for dancing at parties, he doesn’t know how to do more than the typical step-step and bob of his head. the only dance he has down is the slow dance and that’s because so little is needed to be able to do it. a couple twirls, hand at their waist and another in his hand. a slow dance with a girl is one of his soft spots.