#yfxyang

[yfxyongha-blog]

⇡ ALL MY PRIDE

⇢ @yfxyang

Yongha didn’t usually drink on campus, nor did he make a habit of smuggling alcohol into his dorm -- but without realizing it he must’ve brought a bottle of vodka back with him when he returned from one of his nightly escapades. Or so he assumed, when he woke up with booze hidden under his pillow. Say what you will about drunken Yongha, but hiding things had never been his forte. It was still there in the morning though, and now he needed to figure out a way to use it up: preferably without drinking the entire thing straight from the bottle. He might even have in idea. 

Following a quick shower after a few hours of solo basketball practice he decided to check the communal kitchen, just a tad bit too lazy to go grocery shopping until he absolutely had to. All his limbs were aching, his wrists were sore and his knees scraped -- he didn’t want to leave campus at all. But unfortunately he could go through all the cupboards however long he pleased, that wouldn’t magically make what he was looking for appear if he closed and opened the doors enough times. Nor was the fridge of much use to him. 

Okay, time for plan b.

The cafeteria had stopped serving dinner over an hour ago, and Yongha was fairly certain that they were done prepping for the coming school day. If not he’d get caught for sure. But that never stopped him, and the first year did have a knack for getting into places he wasn’t necessarily invited. Quite a pest, as some would attest to. It took a fair amount of crouching, continuous looks thrown over his shoulder and tempering with door -- but once inside the kitchen and his head stuck in the fridge he finally found what he was looking for. The fact that he went through this much trouble for a single pineapple was laughable, but if anything he needed the distraction of such a stupid challenge. 

Yongha made it out not only alive, but unseen, and there was a slight triumph to his steps as he walked through the dining hall and opened the door -- maybe a bit too confidently. Because as soon as it swung open he locked eyes with a fellow first year, her name long forgotten but her face clear as day. It was fairly easy to remember when people thought you were a royal creep, which the girl further in front of him definitely did. Admittedly he didn’t blame her, but he couldn’t explain why he had near stalked her to snap a picture of her the first week of school, so he might as well keep letting her harbor these lowly feelings towards him. There really wasn’t much to redeem either way. 

Regardless he smiled every so sweetly, pineapple under his arm and head ducked just enough to not hit the door frame above. “This isn’t what it looks like?” At 9:30 pm? Sure.

[xyfxbogum-blog]

o-boe-y

yfxyang

evening starts to arrive as the sun begins to set while the majority of sunhwa’s student population starts turning into their dorms and settling into their evening routines. it ranges drastically from the students who start on their homework for the night or those who are the complete opposite and are out with a rebel sense of “i do what i want.” extracurricular activities commonly ends around the same time as well with students streaming out of the locker or practice rooms, chatting amongst fellow members and ready to rest their weary (or not) bodies.

a normal ending to a normal day really.

that’s the type of ending to a school day that bogum wishes he could have. he looks out at the orange-red hue of the sun setting from the window and stares afar at the students walking out and there’s a distant look in his eyes. was it longing? was it a desire to join them as well? either way his gaze doesn’t last long when a sound suddenly echoes around the room and he has to turn back around, expression changed into a confused frown. the one where his eyebrows knit together and his lips doesn’t know whether to really frown or stay neutral making it end up looking like a half pout.

“once again, you’re hitting the note a count faster and it’s throwing you off, yang-sshi” and it really does pain him to say this, for himself (60%) but also for his fellow member here as well.  he’s very sure she wants to be anywhere but here, especially when it seems it even like she’d rather be elsewhere during practice. bogum would like to give the benefit of the doubt that dear yang is a very hard worker, but every time he hears her oboe when practice starts he feels his soul die down a little.

because which oboist wouldn’t know how to lead the tuning session before a proper session? which is why it’s becoming a common thing as of late for bogum to keep dear yang here after practice ends and teach her the importance of what her role means by having her go through everything they did in practice. until she gets it right. making today’s afterafter school practice like any other. plus just because bogum has to keep an eye (and ear) out for yang doesn’t mean he can’t multi-task. “so sadly i must say, from the top once more.” he repeats, a polite smile making way onto his face while his study notes for history are placed on his lap.

[yfxsophie-blog]

pretty girls ft. @yfxyang

every now and again, gangnam starts to feel stifling and after three years trapped in a prep school located conveniently in the neighborhood the feeling claustrophobic feeling she gets whenever she’s stuck at one place too long rises up in her more often than she’d like to admit, and the idea of sitting in orchestra practice for the next hour or so doesn’t exactly help her intrusive need to get the fuck off campus either. so with her clarinet case tightly in hand she decides to make a break for it.

her movements are quick and she tries to remain as inconspicuous as possible, because while she is a veteran of escaping sunhwa at this rate she’s not particularly interested being dragged by her ear to see her homeroom teacher to explain just what was so interesting outside of school

( after all she can only lie about her grandfather being sick so many times before she just has to kill him off all together to maintain some realism in her lies. )

but there’s something that catches her eye, or rather someone that catches her eye as she makes her way across the campus. generally speaking she doesn’t try very hard to get to know the underclassmen because quite frankly she doesn’t care enough about them. for the most part as far as she knows they’re all bright little rays of sunshine or little girls making ill attempts trying to mold themselves after the baek hoes and that interest her just as much as tapioca pudding does, which is to say not at all. but lin yang stands out amongst the crowd of her peers.

maybe it has something to do with the exoticism of a new pretty foreign girl— a title that once upon a time had belonged to her as well—  but something about lin yang stands out enough for sophie to want to bother to take notice. and today that certain something is the ugly eyesore of an outfit that offends sophie’s eyes as she tries to walk by.

and she decides that this ugly sweatpants with school skirt trend that’s ruining this poor first year’s potential has to stop today, it has to stop right now.

“hey! yang!” she calls across the courtyard waving her hand at the younger girl, “come over here for a second, I want to talk to you really fast.”

[yfxsoapbox]

reflecting on all of the virtually routine public executions happening left and right; thinking of the victims of power systems that never even gave them a chance; angry at the apathy and blatant disregard towards human lives because they don’t have the same educational background, because they are poor, because they are simply darker than you; wondering why we still need to defend people’s humanity and their right to live in equality and peace

[yfxsoapbox]

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