poetic justice

put it in a song

[yhwonjun]

just a quick, last ooc post to say a big thank you! to everyone who’s spent time plotting and writing with wonjun and me. good times all around, and if anyone wants to stay in touch or anything, you can find me on discord! stay cool everyone <3

[jung-koook]

i need a moment….

[yhwonjun]

chahyeonyh​:

⤮ renegade

{ ... }

wonjun? her eyes roam, taking in his outfit and his chest and fuck her, he looks like ardour incarnate, sweaty sin and spirit. her heart pulsates relentlessly against her chest – she’d like to attribute it to the drugs and alcohol but hyeon knows, for a fact, the cause is standing right in front of her right now. “came all the way to ask if i’m having fun?” she replies, cocking an eyebrow at him. “i’m having a fucking blast, thank you for asking.” she lets out a short burst of tipsy laughter, “you’re a cop as well? goddamn, wonjun, if you like me, you could’ve just told me.”

with liquid courage burning through her skin, she trails her free hand across his exposed chest, giving him a coy smile. (tonight, hyeon is invincible, so, not even chae wonjun and his stupidly attractive smile can ruin it.)  fingers toying with the handcuffs he’d put on her, she leans in to whisper into the space a bit below wonjun’s ear, her lips deliberately brushing against his neck in a way she just knows will leave a lipstick mark. “why do you have this with you?” she teases, “what have you been doing?” 

he’s always had a penchant for trouble. like a moth to a flame, one might say. the funny thing about it all is that he really doesn’t even try all that hard to get into trouble. certainly not in the first decade and a half of his life, when he tried his very best to not get into any trouble (yet somehow did anyway...). it’s a different story now, where his entire life seems to be one giant knot of trouble – but even now, it’s not like he’s actively trying to sabotage himself. why would he want to make his life harder than it already is?

but when it comes to cha hyeon, who just might just be the finest human embodiment of trouble there is, his claim of passivity stops being all that valid. he doesn’t believe in fate (not in the happy, fairytale sense of the word, that is), but he does believe that there are some higher beings out there cheering on his demise. why else would they keep presenting her to him like this? at the worst times, at the worst places, and in the worst ways – which all sums together as perfect. perfect in the way he wants to throw himself into her flames and has very little intent or desire of making it back out.

there’s a split moment after he pulls his stupid handcuff gimmick where he thinks he might just get punched. hey, with her, you never know. there’s no physical blow that connects, but he’s feels the breath get knocked out of him regardless. not surprising with the way she looks tonight, the way she looks at him. he’s not shy as he checks her out, admiring the costume of course. it’s halloween! though that doesn’t explain why he keeps inching closer, brushing tantalizing against her body as the crowd inundates around them, just often enough for her to start questioning if it’s a coincidence or not – which he supposes seems to be the question top of mind for a multitude of reasons now. “why? does it bother you that we’re ‘matching’?” he goads back, narrowing his eyes at her slightly. “consider it serendipity,” he shrugs her challenge aside with a slick grin. 

it gets significantly harder to maintain his air of indifference when she comes in closer, and he squirms ever so slightly in place when she whispers as she does. he’s always had a sensitive ear, for music and for other purposes alike – and there’s a light layer of goosebumps that breaks over his heated skin. his breath hitches slightly, and he takes a half-step back and away from her, which honestly takes every last ounce of discipline in his body. 

but disengagement isn’t the plan. it never was. his head cocks slightly to the side as he responds. “you mean these?” he reaches out, hooks the other ring of the handcuffs with his fingers and gives a series of light tugs. “just for... cop things, you know.” there’s a knowing glint in his eyes as he speaks now, despite all the innocence he feigns. “i’ve just been doing the usual. just... messing around. nothing the birthday girl should be concerned about.” god, he was starting to frustrate himself with how vague he was being. but his face lights up as if he’s having an epiphany. “it is your birthday, right?” his face curves into an ingenuinely apologetic pout before he continues. “don’t be too disappointed. but i can’t say i prepared any presents.” 

[yhwonjun]

yhsujin​:

spooky rants

skyline park events ft. @yhwonjun

as someone who enjoys watching horror movies, the outdoor screenings of halloween movies at the skyline park sounds like a good idea. she’s pretty much confident that she already watches most of them, if not all, so when she doesn’t recognize the movie’s currently playing, she decides it would be best if she sits down and watches it.

what she didn’t expect is for her to fall asleep halfway through, and she could only hope people are busy getting scared to even notice that her eyes are literally half-closed until the movie comes to an end. well, shit. the realization eventually hits her that she doesn’t even know what’s the movie is all about, and if she can sleep through it, maybe it’s safe to assume that it’s not interesting enough nor it is scary at all. the movie might not be as good, but at least the nap is, so she doesn’t really have much to complain about.

and the funny thing is she’s not the only one. apparently wonjun, who happens to sit beside her also ended up dozing off during the movie, so neither of them actually watched it until the end. maybe she’d never find out about the ending, but if she doesn’t care enough to stay awake throughout everything, she might as well just forget about it now. that’s why the two of them choose to leave and take a walk around the park instead, already losing trust in whoever’s in charge of the scary movies here.

“don’t you think the decorations are a little bit boring?” sujin remarks, eyes busy looking around the place. “like how is all this considered scary or halloween-worthy? aren’t they supposed to make us feel spooked? do you feel spooked at all?” well, maybe the others might find it creepy, but it takes a lot to scare the shit out of sujin, so it only makes sense for her to be so unimpressed about the decorations.

but then again, maybe they just don’t want to give people heart attacks as soon as they step into the park. after all who’s gonna participate in the activities if the terrifying decorations scare them away, right? shifting her attention back to wonjun this time, she continues with, “kinda feels like i’m at a halloween-themed park for kids.”

it’s past his bedtime. not the actual hour of day per say, but a fulsome night of sleep is long overdue for wonjun. with how he’s been grinding on his latest album, the amount of sleep debt he’s garnered is already off the charts. and of course the night before halloween bled straight into daybreak at the yang2 countdown party. he didn’t get to do his preferred recovery regiment of staying in bed well into the afternoon because of all the other halloween festivities he somehow decided would be a good idea to commit to. this movie isn’t half that bad though. it’s not like trick or treating, where he had to be on his feet and on the move. at the movie, he gets to sit down, lean back, and... sleep. what else was one supposed to do at a horror move?

he really only stirs to wake because everyone else around him decides to shriek in unison at the latest jump scare on-screen. he groans in annoyance, but it's what he gets for dozing off in the opposite of a serene environment, no? a heavy sigh escapes his lips, and he looks around the place, just trying to get his bearings back – and finds sujin, who happens to be the only other reasonable person at the scene, who also thinks a horror movie showing is the best place to catch some z’s. add that to the list of uncanny similarities between the two. 

they decide to get up and leave the viewing, because it’s rather disorienting and frustrating when everyone around you gasps and screams while you have absolutely no clue what’s happening. he doesn’t mind though. they hadn’t caught up in a while now, and he figures it’s more worthwhile than learning about who actually killed the little boy in the movie – if that what it was even about. 

“definitely for kids,” he agrees with a slight chuckle. “but i feel like that’s the point. people are always looking for an excuse to be a kid again.” he takes a deep inhale of chill, evening air and has to suppress a heavy yawn as he exhales again. “but quit your grumbling,” he tacks onto his statement. “seems like you had a good bit of fun this halloween,” he hints with a wiggle of the brows and a teasing grin laced with mischief and immaturity – but that’s always the cheapest mode of fun. “where’s the man at?” he asks, voice purposely louder now. “am i going to be put on on a hit-list for being seen with you? or is that not how you guys roll? costumes and business only?” forget a hit-list. with how insufferable he intends on being, he’s going to earn himself a fist from her before he even gets that far.

[yhwonjun]

yhskylar​:

skylar was someone who rarely gotten scared, and if she was she wouldn’t tell the person whom she was with she was. at this moment, she wasn’t but it did put her on edge that she would be lost in an area that she knew nothing about. of course, some of it was her fault that she’d gotten lost but she wasn’t going to admit that to the older. after all, it was him that should have known his way around the area considering he was born in yangcheon. 

“did you not go outside?” she asked, looking at the map once more. she could have swore she followed the path that was shown on the map. “if that was your excuse mister, i think you should get out the house more often.” she states, as if she was one to talk. though she wasn’t born in south korea, she never had a chance to really explore the outdoors unless it was some kind of family trip. as for around yangcheon, she only knew places she frequent and that was by gps in her car. she wasn’t bad at directions, it was the map that was the problem. 

his next statement surely caught her off guard. sleeping outdoors? with bugs? maybe this would have worked with her brother being that he lived in that kind of environment, but just like wonjun, skylar was sheltered in a large mansion as well. “you want to sleep outside on the ground? if you’re willing to become a bed as well because i’m not laying in dirt.” she spoke, looking at him to try and detect if he was actually serious or not. though how he was looking it was like he was trying to talk himself into it as well. 

–

he’d like to think that he’s past the age of pointlessly bickering with people. or at the very least, that he’s too lazy to pick a bone over meaningless things like this. yet something about skylar fires up all the immature and competitive cells in his body, as if somehow leaving a single comment of hers unrefuted would come back to kill him. “yeah, i’m a hermit,” he proclaims sarcastically, though in all honesty, he really should get outside more often instead of holing up in the studio or the depths of a dingy nightclub as much as he does. “come on. it doesn’t seem like you read maps in your free time either.”

he raises his arms to comb his fingers through his hair in evident frustration. he has to suppress a yawn because the fatigue is actually settling in from yesterday’s late night and now tonight’s wandering aimlessly around in circles. but his ears perk up nevertheless at her latest remarks. “aww if you wanted to cuddle, you could’ve just said so.” clearly not what she was getting at, but he’d take the liberty of interpreting as he pleased as long as it deflected the blame. insincerely sweet smile included.

unfortunately he too realizes that their prospects of getting on-route remain grim, and the smug grin subsides. “alright, fine then – let’s hear your plan then. i’m still not getting any cell service.” he takes out his phone again, flicks the screen on and off to no prevail. he wonders if anyone else out here is as lost as they were, and if they’d come across them eventually. and since when was this park so damn big and dark? he’s lost in his thoughts for a second, until he hears a sudden rustling sound. he doesn’t think too much of it though, figuring it must just be like... the wind or something. or his own sleep-deprived, delirious self. or his messed up ears, increasingly trending towards deafness by too much headphone and speaker exposure. his eyes dart over to her though, wondering if she’d maybe heard the same.

[yhwonjun]

yhyura​:

coffee swap ~

@yhwonjun

tired doesn’t even begin to describe how yura feels at the moment, as if she could fall asleep at any moment. she even went to sleep at a decent time and still managed to feel sleepy. it was something like this - whenever she had to go to university, it doesn’t matter how early she falls asleep - she will be tired, because she doesn’t want to go. it’s like that whenever she has to go somewhere that she really doesn’t. the worst part was that they talk to her as if everything was fine, but fail to realize just how sleepy she is at times. that was their problem, as well as the problem with most parents around here. they forget that their children actually have needs and expect them to be perfect twenty-four hours a day.

if they as much stray from what their parents want, it’s a huge problem and most people end up becoming estranged from their parents or their family as a whole. yura could honestly care less about actually going to university at the moment. she was stressed out, tired, and she was pretty sure that she accidentally managed to overwork herself by staying up late last night, just so that teachers could overload her with a new assignment later on today.

university wasn’t for everyone and while yura knew that it wasn’t going to be easy, it was just way too hard for her. however, she knew that she’d be asked questions by her parents if she turned around.

“yura?” sitting up, she looked towards the barista and walked towards the counter, instantly grabbing the drink. this coffee was her only hope. if this didn’t work, these next few lessons would be hell because she would’ve failed to completely pay attention. she gave the barista a small bow and started to make her way to the exit, seconds away from taking a first sip. however, she took one look at what was written on the cup and froze. she didn’t know if the barista was playing a prank, or if they were just as tired as she was but she could easily say that this wasn’t her drink. she, thankfully, hadn’t even touched the top of the cup with her lips.

yura wasn’t going to cause a scene because she was way too tired to and she’d feel like a horrible person if she even tried it.

“uh, excuse me,” she called out, holding the cup out. “i don’t think this is what i ordered.” she made sure to give the staff somewhat of a smile to ease their worries a little bit. 

caffeine is a necessity. one of several unhealthy habits wonjun has picked up over the years and can no longer do without. he doesn’t even like coffee all that much. it’s just that his daily headache won’t subdue without it, and he’s gotten overly accustomed to the bitter taste permeating through his mouth to signal the start to yet another day. so maybe it’s not all that much of a ‘habit’ as it is an addiction. really he should try going to bed at normal hours of day for a change, but nope – who else was going to keep achim roasts in business then?

perhaps that was a bit of an overstatement, because yangcheon’s prime cafe seems to be doing just fine without his patronage. nearly every hour of day seems to be busy hour for them, with corporate busy bees, scrambling students, instagram aesthetic hunters, and neighborhood locals alike flowing in and out with no end. today is even more of a frenzy than the usual morning rush, so when he gets handed a drink that’s most definitely not his, he’s not even annoyed in the slightest. just feels bad for the pour soul –  supposedly named ‘yura’  or ‘yuri’ or something along those lines, given the scrawled name on the side of the cup – who happened to have picked up his triple shot espresso concoction instead of this... much tastier and palatable drink. 

his brows furrow slightly as he wonders if he should point out the blunder to the barista, but she seems overwhelmed and overworked already, and he doesn’t want to add to the mess. besides, it hasn’t been all that long since he picked up the mystery cup, and he figures the other side of this swap couldn’t have gone that far off either. looking around the interior of the cafe, he spots someone who might just be as confused as he is in the current moment, and when she steps up the counter and voices the issue, his suspicions are confirmed.

“yu... ra?” a half shot in the dark, but it’s a worth a try. amazing how proactive he can be when there’s something he needs (i.e. his ultra morning caffeine boost). “think this is yours,” he states plainly, holding out his cup towards her slightly. 

[yhwonjun]

yhjeongmin​:

˟   /   how fast the evening passes

what if this situation is a sign? what if all that there’s left to do now is somehow leave the country, get a new identity and start life as a completely different person — maybe a farmer somewhere irrelevant like andorra ( no offense, andorra. ) jeongmin physically shakes the thought off his mind, all that over a missed deadline? of course, it doesn’t help that his advisor is his own dad. he can’t just approach him and so nicely ask for a mere couple of hours more, he can’t even bring up the fact that he was ever late to turn it in in the first place. and it also doesn’t help that the board of directors was wary of having a parent advising their children. his dad insisted on taking the role, promising he’d be unbiased and, even, much harsher than with his other students, to ensure the thesis is the best it can’t be. now, if you’re already aware of how high the expectations set for jeongmin are, you know that in the land of ‘much harsher’ that socrates paper should’ve been sent at least 24 hours before the deadline. he was already pushing it by thinking he could send it just in time and now here they are, the consequences to his actions.

“you know i have no street smarts.“ he whines, throwing his head back as a headache threatens to start. he hates this part of himself. the unaccustomed rich boy that was brought up in a perfect, affluent, prim bubble and still lives, happily, in that bubble. ignorance is bliss, isn’t that way they say? but it’s whatever, most yangcheon children are that way. or have to be that way. he possibly can’t be the only one facing the consequences of the sheltered up brining every child at yangcheon seems to have. at least that’s what he tells himself. ( so he doesn’t feel as bad when he catches himself acting like whiny ass bitch? absolutely. ) “on the bright side, if we get mugged i don’t think there’s anything more they could steal.” an attempt at having a positive thought was made. “actually, no. they might take our shoes. i don’t know. i’ve never been mugged before. do they beat you up? i’ve never had a bruise in my face.” if only overthinking had an on/off switch and jeongmin had the ability to not share every single thought going through his brain.

while he kept blabbering on, he did not notice wonjun searching around the floor for…. honestly, he has no idea what he is searching for. he almost steps in and says something about how stealing is bad, or whatever. but he decides to keep quiet, considering that under korean law they have most likely already broken a myriad of laws in the past twenty-four hours. “my parents told me that begging displayed weakness and i should never do it. and that was after i kept asking for a wii.” he replies, mentally making amends with the fact that he’s about to break one of the many rules his parents have set out for him. as little as the rule might be. jeongmin shots his friend a playful look, knowing the latter question is fully rhetoric. “i don’t. but i’ll manage” he answers before slightly widening his eyes into a more round shape and pouting in a way his mouth looks like an upside down v. ( jeongmin mental note: so that’s the reason that one emoji is called ‘pleading’ ) he turns his head slightly to the right and furrows his eyebrows before he looking straight into wonjun’s eyes, shrugging his shoulders in a way that ask ‘like this?’ but without the words. 

wonjun likes to think he’s more resourceful and 'worldly’ than probably he is. in all likelihood, it’s yet another side-effect of him wanting to reject his sheltered, prim, and proper upbringing. mixed in with the fear of being exposed one day by the hip-hop community – that somehow his being raised in a white marble mansion makes his music less authentic, feelings less valid, story less relatable. that he has no right talking about heartbreak, writing about struggles, or speaking on ‘inner demons.’ not when he himself was handed most things in his life on a golden platter. at least he’s not oblivious to his privilege... but that doesn’t change the fact that it’s still there, stamped in bright, bold red across his forehead as long as he stays on the hill and his last name is ‘chae.’

it’s part of the reason he currently makes such a conscious effort to do all the improper things in life. all the things his parents and neighbors would be mortified at the mention of, as if getting himself in and out of as many messy situations as possible retroactively undoes his formative years as a good boy. he supposes the approach has given him a different outlook on life, an inroad with different crowds, and a plethora of novel experiences – though it’s questionable if snorting lines and waking up in unidentified locations is actually helping him gain a broader worldview... but that bit of self-reflection could come another time. right now, he has a friend to help out. one he thinks might just be even less seasoned in the art of survival than he himself.

as jeongmin continues to voice his concerns with their situation and plans (or lack thereof...), wonjun continues digging around the pile of random belongings, much to no prevail. he has to try hard to stifle a few laughs, because he doesn’t think jeongmin is purposely trying to be funny with the random tangents he’s taking (the wii? when even was the last time he’s seen a wii?). but something about his absolute cluelessness is just hilarious. “don’t stress it, jeongmin. we aren’t going to get punched. i like my face too much to let that happen,” he says with a shameless smirk. he claps his hands together with decisiveness, though in the process he realizes that he’s lost a few rings in the night prior as well. “okay! let’s go. no time to waste. your... pout? looks great. we’re going to make more than enough money for a cab ride back home.” well, he hopes. he doesn’t actually know how far away from home they’ve wounded up. he starts to move towards the only door he can find, trying not to trip over the random party debris on the floor and not at all sure what to expect as they emerge into the broad daylight.

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[yhwonjun]

chahyeonyh​:

–⤬ cross me

{ ... }

for the brief period she’s known him, he’s always seemed to surprise her. from the moment she’d barged into his room and he held his cool against her turbulence to their late-night escapades, she’s never really been able to predict his next move, which makes it all the more fun to play games with him. this time is no different. the way he glances at the scar on her arm, the softness in his eyes, the quick concern – it doesn’t escape her. weirdly enough, it makes her heart skip a beat – in an unusual manner, a feeling she’s kept reserved for special occasions and most definitely not for people like him. (she takes it back - wonjun might be slightly more attractive when he looks at her like he cares.)  

she chooses to ignore the foreign feeling, pushing it far away into a corner that she hopes never to revisit, in favor of her usual ribbing. “the party not good enough for you?” she asks, quirking her brow at him, “let me guess. some girl didn’t want your number? oh, or someone complained about your music choice?”

the best things in life are the things you’re not supposed to do, not supposed to have. it’s probably why he finds himself doing this over and over again with a certain insanity, playing this stupid game with her that he knows he can’t win – but it’s more or less fine, because ‘defeat’ just happens to end up as sweet, if not sweeter, than victory with cha hyeon. pushing boundaries and buttons until he sets off all the alarms, until red is the only color he sees. red like fire, passion, and fury, til it floods all his thoughts and senses, and he becomes thoughtless and senseless. was that so wrong to want and have? 

he figures it’s not so abnormal of him to seek something so enthralling, overpowering, and stimulating. it’s why people drink alcohol, do drugs, have sex, fuck shit up, no? but to find it in another person? another soul, whom he really doesn’t know that much about besides the way she makes him feel, and how he knows he can make her feel? someone he really doesn’t get nicely along with, by any definition of the word ‘nice’? maybe it wasn’t all that normal anymore. oh, he’s quite certain of it now. he really should stop while he still can. yet he still can’t walk away.

there’s a poison in her voice, dripping off the way she hurls biting remarks at him, one after another. he’s just the idiot who just wants a taste of the venom, to see how far it can seep through his blood before he flat out loses it. “no and no,” he spits back coldly. though in all honesty, fair guesses on her behalf. girls and music, pretty much what his hedonistic life seemed to boil down to as of late – though now he earnestly wishes it were just some girl or the shitty party music that were plaguing him. far easier to deal with than whatever semi-existential crisis he was having now, one triggered by multiple unwelcome blasts from the past. one that he couldn’t even explain to her if he tried.

he feels his chest heaving now. he’s not really mad at her persay; he’s more mad at himself for already being mad, and then getting madder at her elementary taunting. “god damnit, hyeon. just... leave me alone.” it’s funny how he communicates in antonyms to her, even more comical how his contradicts himself right after. “fuck,” he hisses, already regretting everything. “come here.” he steps forward, pulls her closer with a decisive grip of her arm, just barely gentle enough as he’s mindful of the gash. “do you not... hurt?” he asks bewildered, raising her arm so that he can assess the damage. it’s an awkwardly worded question, and he wishes he could take it back. he smells the liquor on her breath, knows there’s most definitely other toxins coursing through her bloodstream too. so maybe pain really wasn’t a sensation she felt, now or ever. but whatever. one more minute at this unrelenting madness of a party, and he might lose whatever grasp of whatever thin strands of a conscience he has left. “come on. we’re leaving.”

[yhwonjun]

yhserin​:

— midmorning daze.

nobody really comes all the way to jeju thinking they’re going to get so wasted that they pass out in the midst of a green tea field. well, at least not the latter part, anyway. serin had gotten on the flight to jeju with a very specific plan for how her weekend would unfold in mind — she would help eunho with setting up his vacation home for the party, then she would drink enough for her to forget that she’s stuck in a mass of overly controlled yangcheon kids allowed to run free for three nights and bumping arms with sweaty people every five minutes, dance a lot, and crash in the cosy hotel room she had booked for the weekend.

she supposes she did manage to do all of that, though she may have ( arguably ) went a little too overboard and had more drinks than she had originally planned to, too much more, danced way too much. and she did crash. it’s just that she ended up crashing in the green tea fields instead. hey, at least the greenery gave her a pretty darned stunning view to wake up to. “no, you scared the shit out of me.” her voice holds an accusatory note, though without malicious intent, and she shifts to sit herself up — yet another terrible decision, because it makes her head hurt even more than it already did and the earth seems to be rotating way too fast. god, she didn’t think this morning could get any worse.

yet here she is, this close to hurling ( and she really doesn’t want to puke for the nth time this weekend ). hugging her knees to her chest so she can rest her head on her knee, serin shuts her eyes again, taking a deep breath and willing the world around her to simmer down. when she finally feels a little better, she opens her eyes again, only to see wonjun still staring at her. “ugh, i feel exactly like i did die out here.” she grumbles, sitting herself up straight once more. “how are you still alive after the past few nights?” shaking her head in incredulity, serin’s face breaks into an amused smile when she realises that wonjun must have had a pretty tough time throughout this holiday himself. “word on the street is that you were unfortunate enough to have exchanged blows with my dearest brother. how did that go?” so clearly serin’s still a little out of her mind, but she genuinely can’t help the curiosity over how it would have turned out, the long-standing feud between her brother and her old friend finally coming to a head.

–

how was he still alive? his lips purse slightly as he ponders her question. it’s one that he too often asks himself after most weekends, and this one was no exception. in his defense, he didn’t drink or ingest as many toxins as he would’ve on a typical night at yang2 or an after-party for a show. “let’s just say whatever version of death you’ve come face to face with, we’re already good friends,” he states plainly with a slight shrug of his shoulders. though now that he’s thinking about it, he’s unsure if that’s so accurate. he’s waken up in all sorts of places in the morning after – strangers’ homes, different cities, in the hospital – but certainly not in a green tea field. “not that it’s anything to be proud or anything...” he adds on with a defeated sigh. 

besides, the interpersonal conflict and complicated histories at this jeju outing were more than enough to offset his relatively tame night of substance consumption. drama. he hates drama, because he’s convinced his entire life is one big fat melodrama in itself. he doesn’t need anyone else pouring oil on the fire. but that’s just what this community and its dear residents seemed to be best at doing, wasn’t it? especially her dear older brother. for a second, he had forgotten she was a yoon. just like he sometimes forgets (or wants to forget) that he’s a chae. he wonders what she thinks, if she’d be upset at him or whatever. he thinks if someone were to fight yeeun he too would be... a bit mad? though serin didn’t look all that bothered. anyways, his initial response to her question is a guttural groan, and he thinks his headache is making its return.

“word travels fast, huh?” he was hoping that his skirmish with sehoon would go unnoticed by others – or at least forgotten by the morning after, with a little help from alcohol – but unfortunately, that didn’t seem like the case. he hesitates for a second, before plopping down next to her. “i wouldn’t say we exchanged blows. he kind of came after me unilaterally.” he pauses, blinks blankly. what was he even doing? making excuses? trying to justify himself and their lack of... civility? “it’s honestly whatever.” or not. “nothing’s changed.” he fiddles nervously with a blade of grass on the ground, stares at his feet before meeting her eyes again. “don’t worry about it. i won’t ask you to pick sides or anything, promise,” he says with a thin-pressed smile. “for real. just worry about yourself and that nasty hangover,” he insists with a teasing overtone.

[yhwonjun]

eunhoyh​:

culprit: found.

{ ... }

when these mysterious packages suddenly started to appear, he didn’t think all too much of it. thought they were just promotional things that companies wanted eunho to promote on his instagram, considering his influencer status. but the contents of each box was rather odd, things that didn’t exactly have a connection to him personally. music pieces, wires, microphones and such, things that he didn’t quite know the names of either. all rather confusing that he just decided to leave them stored away to catch dust, but maybe that wasn’t the best of ideas considering the scowl he was currently receiving from wonjun. it makes him pull a face, as he throws away the unneeded junk letters into the bin and turns to the other. someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed, clearly. eunho freezes for a few moments as he realises, wonjun did have a point. some of the packages were quite big and bulky, and there were at least twenty of them stashed away. he thinks, eyes scanning into the distance as he bites the inside of his cheek. “it’s not like we can steal a shopping cart,” a hefty sigh leaves his mouth as he crosses his arms, going back to thinking of a solution. hopefully. “i have some big boxes that we could put them in so it’s easier to carry..? i’ll help you, too, considering it’s partly my fault.”

winning hearts and earning praise were not things wonjun has been great at as of late. it’s the magic of what a tarnished reputation could do to you around here, where everyone is so high strung and obsessed with status and prestige. he doesn’t blame them though. them being the cohort that’s confused with how ‘disappointing’ the chae boy ended up, or how chronically ‘sad’ and ‘moody’ he seemed (to be honest, he can’t even refute this latter point at times...). that being said, wonjun has never had that much of an issue with not getting along with people either. it’s probably the lingering legacy of him being a ‘good boy’ once upon a time. with how well intentioned, justice driven, and well mannered the chaes were – or supposed to be – he never had much difficulty getting along with his peers or making ‘friends’ on the surficial level. just a good kid with a good heart, charming people left and right. 

he’s not the same guy he used to be anymore. not so socially smooth and gifted, but he also doesn’t make many enemies, even in his current form. probably because he doesn’t go about sticking his nose into things, doesn’t really care enough to pick sides on anything anymore. and in classic ‘black sheep’ form, he probably wants to be more of an antagonist than he really is. all this makes the current situation especially peculiar – the unmistakably peeved look on his face, the passive aggressive comments, how offputting this other dude was. it’s not even anything specific eunho does or says, it’s just... the vibes, okay? the little things. like how he crosses his arms, picks wish-washy words (what did he mean by ‘partially my fault’?), and acts so aloof.

and for a second, wonjun thinks the younger boy is going to blow him off about the pile of packages that now require relocation, and he’s ready to give him a piece of his mind. luckily, that’s not the ultimate outcome, and wonjun bites his tongue, feeling really petty given how eunho actually offers to help. “uhh... okay.” another bland response rooted in his own internal conflict, like... should he be more angry than he is? or was he already over-reacting? gosh, he hates this already. hates it even more when he realizes that he still has to go with eunho, all the way up to the penthouse floor to his apartment, then all the way back down and up to get back to his own place. “now?” he clears his throat before clarifying. “you wanna go now?” better to bite the bullet today than do this whole suffocating routine yet another day, no?

[jung-koook]

jungkook in turtleneck and leather jacket is EVERYTHING

[yhwonjun]

⤮ renegade

{ feat. @chahyeonyh }

good cop, bad cop, an iconic duo. wonjun likes to think he could be a bad cop kind of guy – but to be completely frank, he was probably more of a ‘bad cop who’d really be better at being good cop’ kind of guy. regardless, the fact of the matter is that tonight, he’s improper cop. nothing like a real cop whatsoever, which is what his costume is technically supposed to invoke. in reality, it’s just an excuse for him to wear a harness, leave his snugly fitted shirt half-unbuttoned, make use of all the random techwear he’s collected, and brandish handcuffs in public (no telling what he’d need these for...), all while having it be socially acceptable! god bless halloween.

anyways, the night has been largely enjoyable. amazing how lovely a ‘holiday’ can be when you’re not expected to be prim, proper, and wholesome with your family, but instead encouraged to be outrageous and out-of-the-norm. notably, he’s having a blast repping the police, whom his attorney parents would constantly talk shit about – about how incompetent they were at their jobs and made every investigation so much more troublesome. but it’s also fun to see the momentary look of panic spread across an idiot’s face when he runs into people in the bathroom line, trying to pass around their illicit substances for the night. little do they know that he’s already ingested far more of whatever they were trying to get their hands on.

but there are other fun aspects of the costume too. like... accidentally matching with someone you didn’t coordinate whatsoever with? he’s sure it happens all the time, people overlapping halloween costumes with strangers. but of course, it happens to be hyeon, who might be either one of the first or last people he’d associated the word ‘police’ with, depending on whose side she was supposed to be on. but great minds think alike? or maybe sick minds? who knows.

he’s not sure if she’s spotted him yet, but he certainly has seen her. and with the way she’s looking, he can’t just blend back into the crowd. yes, of all the other deliriously drunk, scantily dressed, and mentally unhinged people at this party, he decides she would be the best person to light a fire under. was he brave or just plain stupid? it’s really just a flip of a coin. he swims through the messy crowd, a craft he’s perfected over way too many outings at the club, and somehow makes his way to her.

“boo.” he spares his words in making his presence known, because actions speak louder than words. a sudden sleight of hand and he snags her wrist with one of the cuffs. see? he definitely had a practical use for these. risqué perhaps, but that’s more in line with the type of mood he’s in today, and the devilish grin on his lips lets her know. “having fun tonight or no? why’s it that all these communal festivities end up happening on cha turf?”

[yhwonjun]

yhskylar​:

HALLOWEEN DAY , SKYLINE PARK.  

it’s the night of halloween and it’s quite active at skyline park. with the different activities taking place its only necessary for people to be out on this spooky day. for skylar it was more of a special day for her as it would be her first time going out for halloween in yangcheon as well as in her life. considering that her parents didn’t give her much of a childhood, she wasn’t able to participate within the festivities of what others did. with the exceptions of holidays when the family would come over. 

now, she was on her own now and providing for herself, skylar had as much freedom as she could possibly want. it just took getting disowned by her parents to do so, but that was besides the point. she was now within the area of skyline park. they had many activities that skylar assumed was mostly for the family – much like that masquerade ball people were dreading or so she heard. she didn’t purchase of ticket , not that she knew where to buy it and with her reputation being within the daebak house she knew it wasn’t to her favor to attend. 

she opted to doing the treasure hunt at this time. considering she’d tried all the other events at that time she thought this one would be fun. although, her only problem was that she wasn’t the best with directions and neither was the older whom was with her. she’d given the responsibility of following the map to wonjun, considering he’d lived here all his life but to her misfortune the older had gotten them lost. not that she was more helpful in her attempt as she gotten them even more lost, but she wouldn’t admit that. 

“didn’t we just pass this area up already??” she asked, a huff escaping her lips as she looked at wonjun. “how did you end up getting us lost if you were born here? i thought you knew your way around the area?”

-

wonjun is not quite sure why he agreed to partake in this whole ‘treasure hunting’ endeavor. he’s not even that interested in treasure. is anyone who’s over the age of ten (or not a pirate) really? besides, over two decades living at yangcheon has made it crystal clear that there’s nothing remotely close to ‘treasure’ to be found on the hill. and even if there was, chae wonjun certainly was not the tenacious, resourceful human who would uncover it.

anyone who really knew him would not be surprised whatsoever how he’d managed to get lost only fifteen minutes into this pointless quest. that’s probably why skylar let him take the lead in the first place. she knew him well enough to go on this silly adventure with him – but not well enough to know that he really shouldn’t be trusted to know where he’s going, now or ever. he swears he’s not directionally challenged... he’s just not directionally gifted either.

in response to her incriminating remarks though, his nose scrunches slightly in subtle protest. he’s not denying the fact that he played a big role in leading them astray, but the situation still feels somewhat unfair. he swears it got even worse after she took over navigating duties. this was surely a game for two. “hey, i was raised and sheltered in a big, white mansion. not out in the great outdoors here,” he retorts with a sprinkle of self-deprecation and rubs the back of his neck in slight guilt. there are few things he loves more than being reminded of how he was born and raised on the hill, and despite all his grumblings, has still not managed to get out. stockholm’s syndrome perhaps?

he looks around aimlessly at their dark surroundings, which looks no different than the last scenery he recalls. suddenly he stops in his tracks and releases a deep, exasperated sigh. “you know what? i don’t even know anymore. let’s just sleep here. it’s not that cold.” the suggestion is supposed to be sarcastic, but as he stares at his phone now – which still has no signal – he’s starting to sell himself on it.

[yhwonjun]

eunhoyh​:

not so bad.

{ ... }

at this moment in time, being around wonjun.. isn’t actually so bad. it’s awkward, it’s awkward as hell. and as much as it’s awkward, it’s bearable. and kind of nice, because this is the first time the two aren’t at each others’ throats with snippy and snide comments. maybe eunho asking wonjun last minute to dj at the party was all they needed to move past their, weird, bickering type of interactions?

eunho feels a bit wary when he mentions some of his favourite artists, because he knows that most people don’t expect him to listen to that type of music. people expected him to listen to that nonstop rap, the edm and club type of music when in reality, he was a massive fan of bands and deep, meaningful lyrical songs. all time low were one of his favourites, and it helps with his english skills that he’s able to understand the lyrics and a good bunch of songs he can relate to. it’s those types of artists that make him feel like it’s okay, it’s okay not to be happy sometimes. it’s okay to mess up, it’s okay to be a young adult who still is struggling. sometimes, music is the one thing he can always turn to if nobody he trusts is around. sometimes, music is easier than real people.

he spots the smile on wonjun’s face for a quick second before it slips away, and eunho doesn’t know quite how to act. it didn’t look like a snarky smile, but instead a genuine one. what? it’s confusing, and he internally thanks whoever when wonjun starts to move away, and he feels like it’s slightly easier to breathe. that was unexpected but he’s even more surprised when he ushers him over for a moment, so he obliges, not knowing what to expect. “i’m sure you’ll make sure it won’t.”

growing up in the chae household was a rather peculiar experience – one that he would not confidently recommend to others, despite the absurd amount of wealth, comfort, and privilege that came packaged with it. wonjun could go on and on about his list of grievances, but somewhere towards the top of the rankings would be ‘speaking.’  most parents are ecstatic on the hallmark day their children mutter their first words. but he’s pretty sure his were already judging his diction, tone, and delivery from the moment he learned how to say ‘mama’ – if that was even his first word. how’s he supposed to remember? eloquence and clarity. words as weapons. mastering the art of persuasion and communication. all very lawyerly things that were stressed from day one, each and every time he opened his mouth to speak.

maybe that’s why he grew to love music so much. he didn’t have to stress over what he was going to say or how he’s going to say it; he could just focus on listening, and the intended message just came along with it. even the other way around, when he was the one making the music, it was so much more liberating. there was no one ‘correct’ way to say things. different styles, genres, nuances, lyrics, and layers of interpretation. music speaks to each person differently and reaches all sorts of audiences, not just the pompous judge on the bench. it didn’t matter what was right or just - it only mattered how it made one feel.

and in a similar vein, dj’ing was quite fun. sure, ‘speaking’ to a room full of wasted twenty-something year olds wasn’t groundbreaking or earth-shattering, but helping them have a good time was helping him have a good time. better than yesterday, at least. and it’s entertaining, curating a list, putting stuff on, and watching how the crowd reacts. sometimes he puts shit on just because it’s fun (he’d play wap three more times if the room would let him), but other times he puts stuff on for a reason that only he knows, as a tribute to something only he cares about. a little secret of his own, but shared with the crowd without them having a clue. 

and maybe now, these next few songs would be another ‘inside secret,’ one between him and his... no longer unfriendly acquaintance(?) cha eunho. turning to his laptop, he queues up some picks, deciding to go with some faster blackbear and machine gun kelly tracks, despite his personal favs of theirs being of slower, more lowkey bpm’s – but he doesn’t want to put the crowd into a crying mood. he maybe even makes himself a mental note to check out more all time low some music sometime... the music starts to roll, and wonjun finds himself making brief eye contact with the requester himself. the crowd hasn’t rioted yet, so he figures the reception is positive, a good change of pace even. he gives a simple nod and slight smile, one that’s less strained than ever before, less difficult to feign, and... shockingly genuine. maybe this wasn’t so bad. maybe eunho wasn’t so bad. maybe he’d change his mind the next time around, but for tonight, all was well, and he decides not to ruin it by thinking too much into it. 

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[yhwonjun]

yhtsuki​:

— * your night

{ ... }

       “what do you mean, nothing? maybe you’ll realize that you actually like it. or it’ll just be fun. plus you get to spend time with me, and isn’t that a prize in itself?” her smile is sweet as always, the kind that she puts on when she wants to convince people of something, similar to the one that says ‘please buy june albums and stream our songs’ that she gives to the fans, except this one is genuine, built by a level of familiarity and comfort that she’s established with him during these late night rendezvous on open highways as she tries to bait him to say something nice about her.

       “i’m not talking about your shades of grey. unless there are fifty of them. but if you wanted to tie me up you could have just asked.” tsuki tilts her head back with a burst of ringing laughter, saying it so casually that most people would never see it coming from her carefully crafted innocent image, but maybe this freedom is what draws her to him the most, because she can do what she wants and say what she wants without pretenses or the fear of being judged. and she knows that when he brings up the subject again that she didn’t really lose — at least not yet. “i don’t know, just some different colors. we can start simple, like tones of brown maybe. i won’t put you in pink right away, i don’t want you to have a heart attack.” she shifts in her position, crossing one leg over the other. “for the record though, i think you would look great.”

it’s always bothered him how ‘what’s your favorite color?’ is such a common icebreaker question, one that’s asked in all sorts of contexts, on the first day of kindergarten and on first dates alike. his answer has always been ‘black,’ which apparently “isn’t a color” according to some and “too depressing or bland” according to others. that’s why he’ll sometimes just answer ‘blue,’ if he’s feeling particularly dicey or wanting to come off as a tad more ‘vibrant’ or life-loving that day – or if he doesn’t feeling like defending himself against the haters. it’s hard for him to pinpoint precisely why he’s so fond of the color black. but it probably has to do with how it’s so... solid? simple? unmistakable. no room for ambiguity and no need to squabble over trivial shades and hues – all of which he wishes could be said about certain complications in his life.

and the opposite of black? yeah sure, there’s ‘white’ but wonjun thinks ‘pink’ makes itself a solid case if you’re generalizing vibes – which makes it all the weirder that he gets along so well with the human embodiment of rosy, pink, and sugary sparkles here. his fingers drum a soft, rhythmic beat against the steering wheel, and he stares straight ahead, refusing to yield her his gaze. because he’s no pushover, but one good glimpse of tsuki’s saccharine grin is enough for just about anyone to have their will bent at the tune of hers.

unfortunately he finds his eyes straying to her side anyways. ugh, her voice is so enticingly sweet too – a total mismatch with her comment about the shades of gray, which he forces him to stop his drumming and turn to her, brows slightly raised. the allusion or innuendo was not at all on his mind when he had originally made his statement, but now he can’t say he’s not intrigued... “really? i’ll keep that in mind. no take backs,” he jokes (or is it a joke?) with a cheeky grin.

regardless, he refuses to let her swindle him like this. brown? what a boring color. and pink? “that’s ridiculous,” he proclaims with a shake of his head, as if dressing in color was such a crazy, extraordinary idea. “what do you think this is? halloween?” which now that he thinks about it, is coming up frighteningly soon. there’s a hesitant pause as he mulls it over. “shit, i still need a costume. aren’t you good at that kind of stuff? you wear them on the regular for your job, do you not?” he pokes fun at her.