#yhchuseok

[yhsujin]

outta my head

@yhhideyo

the more she tries to forget, the harder she thinks about it.

it’s like her mind’s trying to tell her to do something, anything, but sujin doesn’t even know what she’s supposed to do. sure, she can pretend it didn’t happen — apparently her mind thinks that’s not working, because as much as she tries to not think about it, it keeps on coming back and now it’s the only thing that she has on her mind.

god, this is so confusing. why the hell would that make her feel so mad? yes, she’d admit in a heartbeat that she gets jealous so fucking easily, but in this case, she doesn’t understand why would she get jealous over him being with someone else. their relationship is nothing more than just friends (well, they are more than that, but friends), no strings attached, no feelings involved or whatsoever because she’s not his, and he’s not hers, so no, she’s not even supposed to get mad at him for it.

but what is she going to do about it then? she hasn’t seen him since that moment, somehow convinced that maybe she would never see him here again, because god knows what she would do if she does. she’s never been good with hiding her emotions, nor talking about them, so in the end she would just let the anger consume her and make her bitter, and she’s pretty sure hideyo doesn’t want to see that side of hers.

it’s true that her fans think they’re dating, although she constantly denies it because she can’t even be doing that right now and no, they’re not actually dating, even if anyone who sees them together would agree that they seem like they are. sujin never really thinks too much about it. she thinks it’s funny that fans could come up with so many evidence to prove their point, and sometimes she tells hideyo about it so they can laugh at them together, but that’s it. it’s just supposed to be an inside joke.

now she’s thinking about it way too much and she doesn’t like how it’s making her feel. maybe getting some drinks would help. she could either forget about it entirely or end up drunk calling hideyo to yell at him for leaving her alone here, but right now she's just gonna go get some drinks. and that’s when she finally spots hideyo, out of nowhere, and for the first time in her life she doesn’t even know what to say to him.

“i think you might not need me anymore,” the words come out almost instantly, as if she’s been dying to say it out loud. that might have been a little too soon, but sujin barely realizes what she’s saying when she’s too busy being angry.

“i saw you with somebody else,” she admits, forces a smile on her lips, wants to pretend like that doesn’t matter to her at all. no, it doesn’t. “did you guys have fun?” her tone is playful, like it’s no big deal, like she’s just teasing him. “it sure looked like you did. if not you wouldn’t have ditched me for somebody else.” suddenly she just sounds sullen, hurt, upset, and it doesn’t even take her long to make it seem obvious to him.

[yhwonjun]

–⤬ cross me

{ ft. @chahyeonyh​ }

something about jeju island makes wonjun feel clean. maybe it was how fresh the ocean air was – god knows how badly his smoked out lungs have needed that. or the radiant sunshine, of which he gets far too little of, being half-nocturnal and half locked up in the studio as of late. or perhaps it was just a cursed combination of travel shows plus innisfree and their damn marketing schemes that somehow made him believe the jeju water and air would magically cleanse his mind, body, and soul. whatever the case, this was all (unsurprisingly) awfully wishful thinking.

to be fair, the first day was fine. he had long needed a change of scenery and actually kept mostly to himself, avoiding how it was chuseok, which meant family and community. his small  wins included getting his fixture of fresh seafood and bringing himself to to be okay with the chord progression on that one track that long avoided him. but once night fell, it all seemed to go to shit. tonight’s highlight reel included a nasty run-in with an ex-best friend, how alcohol seemingly no longer did its job in making things ‘fun,’ and how he kept finding himself trying to both avoid and keep an eye on his younger sister amidst this peak debauchery. all so madly infuriating. maybe he only liked getting fucked up when he can’t associate the wasted people around him with what they were like when they were ten years old. 

all this is to say, he isn’t in the best of moods, and the middle of a rager is no place to dissect why. shoving through clusters of drunken bodies, he tries to make his way out of the heat of the main party. on the trek, he somehow crosses paths with hyeon, the only person here who might just be more displeased than himself. at least that’s what her face says; he wonders what his says. angry? sad? confused? disappointed? whatever it is, he’s in a nasty funk of his own, and he doesn’t feel like entertaining her with good spirits but accepts the fact that he can’t just ignore her like she’s some stranger. so he simply stares at her for a moment, before finally ‘greeting’ her with a disinterested and slightly snarky “what?" -- as in ‘what do you want from me?’ but he’s trying to be civil here, and therefore errs on the side of vagueness.

[yhhyuntae]

feat. — @eunhoyh

loud chatter, drinks, smoke filled rooms. so, this was how yangcheon kids celebrated chuseok? it was like he was in a club, but it was less paparazzi. he couldn’t complain about the after party, it was like a break from being with grown ups all day. he had no problems with finding a comfortable setting within the house filled with the sons and daugthers whom resided in yangcheon. it was basically a bunch of bored rich kids having fun. he would make the best of it while it last. 

and with the party going, he couldn’t help but feel a tinge of awkwardness in the air the closer he gotten to the host of the party. no one knew but the two of them. hyun tae having recalled the hook ups, and the arguements that came weeks after meeting up over the course of time. he liked eunho, more than he liked to tell himself, but his career couldn’t allow him to have any sort of relationship with a female and clearly not a male. hyun tae had never came out to the public, nor to his groupmates either. he felt like no one needed to know what he leaned towards, but he knew that he could cause serious damage to the groups overall image if he were to be caught in any type of romantic situation. dating ban being over didn’t matter either to the fans. 

he knew he had to address the situation, but hyun tae was never good with doing that. serious, tense settings always made him uncomfortable. he didn’t want to be in the same vacinity as the other but if he was going to attend this party then he had no choice. for half the party, hyun tae brought it towards himself to just avoid the male completely, but he knew he couldn’t keep doing it. it was evidentally obvious just exactly what he was doing, and each time he caught a glimpse at the sadden expression, it made him feel bad about his actions. 

therefore, he decided to finally go to the male, when he saw that he was alone. seizing the opportunity, he walks up to eunho, standing next to him towards the back of the main area where the majority of the people were. “i know i’ve been avoiding you this whole time... i think we should talk... again. only if you want to though.” he spoke, loud enough for just him to hear. sticking his hands inside of his pockets, he tried to remain with a calm expression, but he felt nervous about the whole situation that could possibly unfold at this party. 

[chahyeonyh]

< cough syrup / eunho >

first october twenty twenty.  with @eunhoyh

there are many things that hyeon can do alone: smoking, drinking, eating, watching some sappy movie and crying (best done alone, she would argue.) spending an entire day with her parents is most definitely not one of them. although eunho might argue that there is no significant difference with him there and him not, hyeon begs to differ. there is absolutely no way that she could face her parents without him and that’s an undeniable fact; maybe hyeon’s just being selfish but it just feel relieving and comforting, knowing that eunho is beside her and that they can share looks of mild disgust and horror whenever their parents spin up some concoction about the nightclub business.

unfortunately, her parents seem to agree with eunho more than they do with hyeon. they’re having a mundane conversation with some politicians – hyeon’s slightly out of it but she manages to maintain a peppy smile, hoping that her eyes don’t seem too bloodshot and that her hands aren’t shaking too obviously. oh fuck, they’re turning to their children, introducing them one by one. obviously, they start with the youngest cha child because to no one’s surprise, especially not hyeon’s, her parents play favorites. (neither eunho nor hyeon are in the running for that position; they were never even considered.)

it’s her turn next. and so, she maintains her sprightly smile as they run through a brief introduction of her life. cha hyeon, going into politics, insert a bad joke and fake laughter, some comment about taking care of hyeon that makes her gag involuntarily. she hides it with a cough but from the look on her parents’ faces, they heard her loud and clear. fuck. she’s waiting for eunho’s introduction, so that she can make fun of it later during his jeju retreat, laugh about how vapid and insincere they sounded about the both of them. maybe she’ll even make a drinking game out of it – take a shot every time they try to make your job as a social media influencer seem like it’s some prestigious business role.

but it never comes. the conversation changes back to some new regulation that was just passed by the parliament and hyeon’s horrified. did her parents just… forget eunho? her heart sinks and she can’t even bring herself to look at her little brother. she needs to do something quick, so hyeon fakes a coughing fit (not a very believable one, she might add.) “excuse me,” she interjects, trying her best to avoid her dad’s angry glare, “i think i need some fresh air. eunho, could you follow me, please?”

don’t look at them don’t look at them god are my hands shaking i cant breathe don’t look at them don’t look at them

she knows the right thing to do is to introduce eunho, but she can’t find the courage to. fuck, why do her parents make her feel like she’s twelve again, worthless and stupid and incapable of following instructions, choking on the putrid smell of nicotine, being too dumb to understand the rules of poker? she hates them. hates them so fucking much. (and she fucking hates herself too – why can’t she do more for eunho? why do her parents paralyse her so much?

when they manage to leave, she can’t look eunho in the eye. “i’m sorry,” is all she manages to say.)  

[yhsujin]

heaven in hiding

@eunhoyh

this doesn’t even make any sense. why does it bother her so much that hideyo was kissing somebody else? it’s not like they’re together or something, but she can’t deny the fact that a part of her hates the sight of him flirting with someone else like that.

and right now all she thinks about is him, even after she downed two drinks and ended up making out with this cute guy, she still can’t seem to get rid of these thoughts. it confuses the shit out of her because she never feels like this before, but right now she’s upset, disappointed, jealous. god, she’s not jealous, is she? no, she can’t be.

but she finds herself looking around nonetheless, tries to look for his face among the crowds, realizing that he is no longer there where she last saw him. where did he go? did he just dump her like this and leave with someone else? sujin quickly takes out her phone, wonders if she should give him a call and ask where he is right now, but the same damn thought comes back, and suddenly she decides she would just let him find her.

not that he would. apparently he’s found a better company for the night.

in an attempt to distract herself and obviously not looking for him, sujin goes into one of these bedrooms, and stares at the room for like three seconds before she laughs. it was stupid of her to think that she would walk in on someone with someone else here, and while it does sound kinda funny to her, it doesn’t make her feel any better that she still hasn’t managed to find him. he wouldn’t leave wouldn’t telling her first, right? not that he needs to, but she’d really appreciate it, even if he’s not leaving with her.

isn’t it too early to leave though? why would he— stop, stop, stop. just get the fuck out of here. and she is, until she notices someone laying on the bed, after what feels like a good few minutes of her just standing there, and he’s staring back at her, and it takes her a moment to put a name to that face. “eunho? what are you doing here?”

well, perhaps that’s what eunho should be asking, or maybe he did and she just didn’t hear him, but her mind is all over the place right now, so she can’t really think of what she should be asking him. “sorry, uh, i didn’t mean to come in here and interrupt whatever you’re doing,” she tells him, only to realize that he’s not even doing anything, and he seems a little... different. is he sick? “are you okay?” she’s not even gonna assume anything, but what is cha eunho doing in a bedroom alone at his own party?

[yhwonjun]

~ PLOT CALL ~ because you can never have too much going on, no? promise i’ll get to replies and msg’s hopefully soon (oof), but in the meantime ! give this post a like (or just hit up my discord / im’s directly) if you’re looking to plot for the chuseok event – old friends and new friends alike ! i will make my way around to you eventually heh

[yhsujin]

pretty savage

@chahyeonyh

it’s not wrong to dream, right? it was day one and sujin’s already having a good time, and she hopes it’d stay that way until she goes back to yangcheon, thinks of this trip as a way to relax and have fun before she’s kept busy with practices and events again.

but maybe she’s got a little too happy, a little too hopeful that things would just go her ways. after all what could have gone wrong? well, plenty. sujin should have known better, but she’s too busy being content to realize that all it takes is one fucking look at hideyo getting a little more than friendly with some other girl to make her feel like shit.

her initial reaction was what the fuck? because yeah, what the fuck is going on with her? she’s not even sure if she’s mad at the girl, or hideyo, or both of them, but she’s mad. she wants to go there and tells the girl to get the fuck away from him. no, she’s not that drunk yet to do that, and for some unknown reason she actually uses her head first to think before she does something stupid this time, so she quickly looks away and hopes she’d find a distraction, a familiar face, whatever it is, she just needs something.

and that’s when hyeon comes in. thank god, she really needed hyeon.

so far she hasn’t mentioned about it to hyeon, knows that she would only tell sujin to do it, to go and tear that girl apart for even sitting close to her man. except no, hideyo’s not her man, so obviously she has no reason to be causing a scene like that right now. that’s why she’s out here with hyeon instead. they drink and drink and drink, and when they’re done they end up whacking the empty bottles around them just for shit and giggles. apparently both of them are in the mood for some chaos at the moment, which is not surprising at all, because that’s what makes them friends in the first place.

sometimes hyeon brings out the worst in her, and she’s not complaining.

an idea suddenly pops into her head while she’s staring at those cars parked in front of the house. what was it again? she’s pretty sure she’s seen some people attempt to break the car windows on tik tok before, and as she finally remembers it she lets out a laugh, turns to look at hyeon with a mischievous smile. “do you have like a golf club around here? or hammer? wait, was it a baseball bat? shit, i can’t remember, but do you think anyone would mind if we bust out their car windows here?” duh, of course they would.

“i think i saw some tik tokers did it... well, not really. most of them just pretend they’re going to break the car windows, but hey, we don’t have to pretend. we can just smash them for real, like until they really fucking break. we’re out of bottles to smash anyways. why don’t we step up a level and go smash some car windows instead?”

she knows it’s a bad idea, but in her defense (more like in her drunk mind) there’s nobody out here right now, and she knows hyeon would never turn down something as crazy and destructive like that. “i’d let you choose which car we’re gonna break,” she says, as if that’s something normal, as if breaking someone’s car is a casual thing.

[yhhideyo]

inconvenience

with @yhseojun

hideyo should have known that something like this would happen, parties are always the same and he has been to thousands. at some point everyone – hideyo included – gets so drunk they lose all motor functions and resemblance to dignity, which leads to situations like this one, hideyo with some fruity cocktail splashed all over his vintage valentino shirt.

the price tag of his shirt is not as much as an inconvenience as how awful that goddamn drink that got spilled on him smells. the shirt sticks to his chest and hideyo sighs, pushing people away as he makes his way to the second floor, looking for a bathroom where he can try to save the shirt or if he’ll need to change – or maybe he’ll just walk around shirtless, that’s something he has done before and his piercing always turns into a party attraction.

the difficulties of being incredibly hot and sexy.

at the second floor the noise is not as loud, the music and the chatter muffled by the walls of the closed bedrooms. hideyo always likes this, to leave the party for a moment and listen to the sounds from a safe distance. it’s comforting, in a way, to know that no matter where in the world he is parties are always the same.

he leans his head against the bathroom door for a second, trying to catch any noise that indicates there’s someone in there – he has seen and done some unholy things at bathrooms like this, better to be careful – but he doesn’t hear anything, so he tries the door – unlocked.

this is going to be very quick, he thinks, not fully registering that the lights are already turned on. maybe someone forgot or something. when hideyo looks at his own reflection, earrings dangling from his ears, mouth still a bit red from sujin’s lipstick, he finally notices a figure there.

“shit, sorry!” hideyo yells, turning away so he doesn’t see anything. except when he tries to open the door it doesn’t move. he tries again, nothing. great, he’s trapped inside the bathroom with a ghost. he turns again, leaning against the door. “it’s locked.”

then, only then, he looks at whoever is there with him. min seojun in the flesh. “no, no, no,” hideyo turns again, tries to open the door one more time, nothing. “fuck!” he sighs. “dude, we’re trapped here.”

he would rather be locked with a ghost.