kill your darlings.

min hanbin. seventeen. first year. the director's son teen idle.

[yfhanbin-blog]

DO YOUR WORST - - - @yfxkangmi

“min hanbin! did you just call me annoying?”

and there goes his foot into his mouth again. truthfully, it happens with enough frequency that hanbin should keep his loafers tied neatly ‘round his neck by the laces. just for easy access. seventeen is a tricky age, both for navigating the jungle that is high-school and the minefields that make up seo kangmi’s surprisingly delicate sensibilities.

not that he makes it easier on himself; his lips part just the same, bleary--tired--eyes fixing upward on the young woman glaring down at him. her hands on her hips would look almost matronly, if he weren’t so curious about what exactly laid beneath her skirt.

but that’s not where his mind is supposed to be going.

“no. i was just--i can’t think, when you’re talking.” his fingers press absently into his temples, while the tip of his pen thunks soundly against his notebook. after too many moments, it occurs to him to cover his ass--”you know me, i’m too dumb to focus on too many things at once. it’s annoying. not you.”

fuck. fuck. fuck.

“i’m really stupid, kangmi.”

and that’s something he doubts even she can contest.

[yfhanbin-blog]

okay!! (let’s pretend for five minutes that work hasn’t been kicking my ass) HELLO. I AM JINX. I’VE BEEN HERE FOR A LIL WHILE BUT... i’ve been dead for almost as long so i’m having to come back (again); as always, welcome to the new members, i love you already and i hope that we’ll have lots of awesome plots together. if we’ve already plotted something, any starters or replies i owe will be out tomorrow. :”) assuming that i don’t die in my sleep. i’ll be a little slow, with 40 hr work weeks and a fresh semester starting in two weeks BUT do not fret my children, because i am determined to keep my ass parked right here in yf. with that said, i’ve found it basically impossible to juggle three accounts (mostly logging into those accounts to reply to messages/ims) so, i’ll only be plotting on this account. that’s right!! want a plot with changmin? message @yfhanbin. maybe jaewon? also @yfhanbin. and i’ll be messaging everyone from this base account also-- u w u i’ve made a nifty page for all new members to catch a glimpse at (and even if you don’t, you’ll likely be linked to it when i harass you) so go ahead and take a look here. and since i’m officially done word vomiting in this post that is growing to the length of my average reply (maybe this is practice????) i’ll be going.

oh, and here’s the link.

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min hanbin’s key to surviving sunhwa

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ALMOST PARADISE - - - @yfxtaehyun

he’s minding his own damn business. as min hanbin is like to do, of course. his objectives for the day center mostly on the stack of books crammed into his backpack and the ice cream cone clasped between glossy fingertips. the summer heat, relentless, bears down on the back of his neck with scant mercy; so hot that hanbin contemplates retreating into the shadows of the trees instead of crossing the plain of lush grass that is sunhwa’s courtyard.

the ornate, undoubtedly expensive fountain adorning the entrance serves little use if he’s not permitted to take a dip in its waters--but that’s just his opinion. and his father would murder him, if he dared to even voice that thought aloud.

in lieu of sprinting into the blindly bright greens, he speed-walks ‘round the perimeter toward the library, seeking out the modern miracle of air conditioning. how unfortunate it is then, that his foot catches on a pristinely polished loafer halfway there.

though he manages to save himself the embarrassment of tumbling head over heels into the sweltering concrete, hanbin watches in horror as a scoop of his french vanilla ice cream pops neatly from the cone--

and lands neatly on the shoe so irritatingly set in his path.

damn it.

and for the first time, the first year lifts bright brown eyes to regard the fellow whose pant leg sports vanilla splatter--milk, cream and ice, “sorry about that, sunbae.”

to his credit, even min hanbin can manage an apology.

[yfhanbin-blog]

DEVIL IN THE DETAILS - - -  @yfxyang

{ it’d be a plain lie to say that he knew half the people he went to school with; a quarter of the student population was a generous estimate as well, but far be it from min hanbin to forget a face once he’d been familiarized with it. in the end, it meant a constant feeling of—‘wait, I know that person’ that tended to follow him everywhere.

handy, at times—particularly when it came to professors and their weird preferences for assignments—but not so much when it came time to crack open a book and actually fucking study. his fingers play with the edges of the pages, flipping them back and forth in a slow and methodical way that doesn’t immediately give him away as being checked out.

his attention wanders from person to person, brow quirked—and that expression only deepens upon finding his gaze pointed toward a youth making her way down the library aisles. attention caught, hanbin stares for all of a minute…

ah, girin!

the word pops into mind before her name does, and he almost feels guilty for having heard it without meeting the girl herself. well, there was nothing he could really do about it, in any case.

though of course, when he walks by him this time, books clutched under her arm—hanbin finds himself meeting her eyes and giving a nod in greeting, “which exam is it this time?” }

[yfhanbin-blog]

• • • >                                             the bullshit that makes it onto min hanbin’s instagram!

[yfxkangmi]

ELECTRA HEART

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“you weren’t, i just wanted to get a head start. you can technically leave after you get the folder out of my bag, if you want.” ( * she adds on nonchalantly, though knowing fully well that hanbin likely wouldn’t leave her alone now that they’re together. a thought that sets off a new wave of butterflies fluttering about as her head shakes, scoff slipping past pretty lips. ) “hair is everything, hanbin. are you serious? ( * rolls her eyes playfully, lips twitching with the way his head leans into her touch as she fixates a bit more on the colored locks, lips pressing together slightly at his comment. surely, she’s already got a hunch as to what he was thinking about exactly. ) “i didn’t say it was bad,” ( * she starts, lips curving as her fingertips brush over the lobe of his ear absently. by now, she’s at least got a good idea as to what her words do to him, by now ( though the thought of min hanbin doing things to her heart is still frustrating and confusing ) kangmi knows at least to dial it back a bit. ) “of course, your hair can change the frame of your face…and you deadass picked a fuckboy cut.” ( * she comments with a small chortle, stopping only when he leans forward as her eyes meet his, fingers twitching underneath his hand. ) “yeah? is there any other changes i should know about then?” ( * tilts her head to the side, pacing herself as she leans in a bit more, tugging on his ear lightly while a tease slips past her lips. ) “so you get tired of things easy, min hanbin? no wonder you have so many girlfriends.”

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“a head start on who?” ( idly, he poses the question between glances at her and the papers scattered across the table. his fingers—the ones not currently grasping her hand—roam along the edge, picking up a few scant pieces to peek at the contents ) “yeah, i’m serious. it grows, it falls out... it’s not permanent.” ( though he hopes that he gets none of the latter; he doesn’t think he’d pull the look quite as well—his thoughts wander while she takes her time inspecting the damage, so to speak; but he finds himself caught, surprised by her response if anything because since when did seo kangmi do things like clarify? ) “well, as long as it’s not that bad. i’m fine.” ( his brow arches, lips twitching to form an amused look—slowly, the first year leans forward, eyes meeting hers ) “you seem awfully fixated on this idea of me being a fuckboy. do you really think i’m chasing other girls? or is there something you wanna tell me?” ( his eyes twinkle with amusement, voice lowered to little more than a whisper; he takes the chance where he sees it, teasing her just as easily as she does him ) “are you playing around behind my back? gotten bored of me that fast?” ( he leans into her tug, dimples appearing in his cheeks where his smile widens, waiting for her reaction )

[gnhwan]

[yfxhyunwoo]

✱ go hard

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“and why keep pushing me back away? i don’t think we can catch up well like this can way?” with that he fails to keep the distance even when the other elbows him back and instead just reaches over, arms around hanbin’s shoulders before managing to ruffle the younger’s hair playfully. it’s obvious there are a few eyes on them but bogum fails to notice as his attention is shifted towards the menu,

“everyone raves about the americano here but i heard they pride themselves most for their espressos.”

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in stark contrast to the feeling that bogum undoubtedly recalls in mention of their past, it’s only amusement for hanbin—a vague sense of pride, and perhaps faint echoes of sympathy—that slips between the cracks. it’d been nothing short of hilarious to watch bogum crumple to his knees, even if the same act would send him to his nowadays.

his lips curve just a little, revealing small dimples in his cheeks. “is it rude? I was sure I was being nice, bogum-hyung.” the first year makes a show of being innocent, though the elder undoubtedly stirs the pot all too easily with his words, “who says I want to catch up with you?”

this troll. the bane of his existence.

“because I don’t want you standing so close to me.” and it, one-hundred percent, is because of their height difference. while notable at a distance, they stand in stark contrast to one another up close and it’s enough—more than enough—to have hanbin backing away, “yah, don’t lean on me. you don’t have to be that close to catch up with me!”

the eyes on them—curious stares—only warrant a pause on his part; he focuses instead on the arms around his shoulders and slowly peeling them off. after withstanding them for a grand total of two minutes, “I don’t like expresso… too bitter.” his nose wrinkles, though a laugh slips out despite himself, “is that what you like, hyung? bitter coffee? are you dying?”

the taste, as he remembers it, was strong enough to wake the dead.

“order what you want, it’ll be my treat.”

[yfxkangmi]

ELECTRA HEART

[yfxkangmi]

( * the THUMP that comes with the press of his mouth against her skin is evident, prompting a fluttering in the depths of her stomach that she just can’t seem to ignore as she hums, head turning slightly to brush her lips over his and cheek before turning back to the papers before them. ) “uh huh, you took too long.” ( * her tone is slightly chiding, pushing the chair beside her out with her foot as attentive eyes turn to look him over. ) “it looks… wait, take a seat, i need to see it properly.” ( * clicks her tongue, waiting for him to get settled to lean forward, hand lifting and fingers sliding gingerly over the shaved side of his head. indeed, he looked different, as if she was staring at a whole different person altogether. though that’s not to say that kangmi doesn’t like it — because well, okay, it’s not that bad. but would she tell hanbin that? like, directly? ) “well—i mean, you look different…” ( * she paces herself carefully, fingertips dancing over his jaw while she contemplates the right word, free hand resting on his thigh to balance herself. ) “maybe…bit like a fuckboy?” ( * she can’t help but tease him, can’t help the way her eyes lower to his lips every few seconds, hanbin always makes it a little too easy even if it does bite her in the ass after. ) “why the change of heart though? i mean, did you go through a traumatic experience or something?”

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“sorry. i didn’t know we were doing any of that work today.” ( his apology is honest, at least; even if he’s horrible at keeping track of the work that comes with being on the council. the upside of it was sharing the load with a familiar face; familiar lips and eyes. hanbin smiles softly against her lips—the minute brush has his pulse skipping—before he takes a seat in the chair offered so politely. ) “see it properly? it’s hair.” ( bright eyes flit over her face, alight with expectation—hope—that she’ll like it, because contrary to every impression min hanbin tries to make, he cares a little too much about what seo kangmi thinks of him. ) “not that bad?” ( mimicking her tone with ease, his head tilts to the left, pressing against her fingertips—inviting her to run her fingers through soft, bleached locks ) “so it’s bad.” ( he has to bite back a sigh, even as awareness of her tease settles in; pushing aside the twinge of disappointment—it’s never upfront, but he supposes he can’t ask for much more. his smile widens only then; a chuckle escaping ) “i didn’t think a haircut could make me look like a whole new person. don’t think i pass for a fuckboy, though.” ( he leans forward in his seat, hands resting on the back of her free hand; there, they stay—perched upon his thigh. ) “i just felt like a change was in order. got tired of the same old thing. don’t you feel like that sometimes?”

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[yfxkangmi]

ELECTRA HEART

( * IDIOT, she did NOT kiss him literally one bit. when did min hanbin get so bold? kangmi doesn’t bother replying in this regard, setting the phone down as her attention fixate on baby blue nails, blowing softly on them while she waits, thinking it over before reaching for the pastel pink compact and taking a good few moments to preen over her reflection. though…not because hanbin was coming or anything, kangmi herself should always look good. ) “slow.” ( * mutters under her breath with a sigh, setting the compact down (after ensuring that she did, look good) before her attention turns to the student council papers laid out in front of her again, releasing another sigh as she leans forward to review the content once more. ) 

                                                                                         ~ seven and a half minutes later ~

( * jumps a bit with the hands on her shoulders, biting back the very real reaction to flail as her head turns to the familiar voice, brow arching. ) “hello, min hanbin.” ( * dammit, she is not smiling right now. her heart is NOT pounding right now. dammit. ) “what’s this, you got a haircut?”

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( his journey is a relatively quick one. it’s not the walk that is delayed, but the time spent piecing himself together in a way that he’s certain will appeal to her. it’s a process stained with anxiety; a rush to find his damn comb and a missing sock. though of course, he makes it with time to spare, hanbin’s success is only owed to the fact that he’d chosen to hop out of the door in one shoe and wing it the rest of the way. what was shame, anyways? luckily, he’s up to code by time he steps into the library, shoving his phone into his pocket with a heavy, weary--nervous--sigh. only when he spies her sitting with her back to him, hunched over a small mess of papers, does he move with any semblance of ease; laying hands gently on her shoulders while leaning down to kiss her cheek. his lips find the corner of her mouth, however, just shy of a full kiss--no matter how chaste--and his heart gives a firm skip. ) “got started without me?” ( he inspects the neat writing on the margins, head tilting as his back straightens; his fingers smooth through his hair absently, over shaved sides and sandy blonde locks. ) “yeah. does it look okay?” ( it isn’t as if he’s been awaiting her opinions, or anything. )

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hanbin + my favorite airport looks part 2/? 

[yfhanbin-blog]

( sms » 😶✨ ) wdym too late — shut up /: ( sms » 😶✨ ) i have work to do ok wtf ( sms » 😶✨ ) you don't get to be first year rep w a free pass ( sms » 😶✨ ) anw the sunbaes took over the council's office so im stuck here ( sms » 😶✨ ) be here in ten mins and ill give you a prize!!!

[ ✉ » queen ] i mean it’s kinda hard to take back a kiss[ ✉ » queen ] when i’ve already kissed you back ✨✨[ ✉ » queen ] heol, i’m on my way                                                                                       ~ seven and a half minutes later ~

( his hands land softly on her shoulders, giving an absent squeeze as he leans over her shoulder. dark eyes flick over the pages-- ) “hello, seo kangmi.”

[yfhanbin-blog]

( sms » 😶✨ ) 💋 ( sms » 😶✨ ) wo w wrong emoji ( sms » 😶✨ ) *** 💅 ( sms » 😶✨ ) come over my nails are wet and i need to get sth out of my backpack ( sms » 😶✨ ) im at the l i b r a r y

[ ✉ » queen ] 💋                                                                                                          ~ ten minutes later ~[✉ » queen ] too late[ ✉ » queen ] but alright[ ✉ » queen ] i can read, kangmi[ ✉ » queen ] out of all the places you can be[ ✉ » queen ] you choose the most boring one[ ✉ » queen ] be right there

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