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kind of important?

uh so like it’s obvious i haven’t been here lately and my queue is running low. being on here just feel really icky and gives me mad anxiety so i’ll gonna be archiving soon, don’t know when exactly but… for the time being i’m gonna be writing hyeon on my multi? like i’m not moving here there but it’s just easier rn i have no energy thanks to grand ole depression LMAO but yeah! thanks for sticking around, i’ll be archiving soon which means dropping every thread in my drafts – which i know is a fuckload but most of them are just so old and there’s no point. i’m really sorry about this but i’m having to do what’s best for myself and hyeon. if you’d like to continue writing / plotting just let me know or something but for now, see yall later.

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JIN.

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              he’s been curious. the members ( mostly jungkook ) seem to splutter about ptl frequently: how pretty they are, how much talent they all have and this and that. most of the time seokjin nods along or leaves to another task whenever they discuss, lost in a conversation that holds no real appeal to him. a few tunes have been presented to him, catchy beats and lyrics that could easily capture an audience and, of course, he then reasons it’s no wonder they’re popular idols after all. jin gives it a shot and sneakily arrives at some company, one of his night outfits granting him easy access as people seem to think he’s someone with importance and a purpose, not just some man investigating what his brothers like so much about these ladies. he’s not quite expecting his visit will end in face to face conversation but there they are, a line naturally falling from pump lips as it’s what his most comfortable saying around strangers. laughter rings through the silence that follows her response, an almost child like bell to words he does not expect.      ❝     no need to apologize, your comment is not offensive.    ❞        he does eye her with some interest then, head tilted to the side ever so slightly. all these women in entertainment look alike to him, skinny and fit, so he’s not all too sure he’s actually in front of the only three women that hold his interest for the moment.      ❝     if you feel really sorry, though, you can give me your name in exchange. my heart will be appeased then.    ❞

            she wasn't   stupid   (   although contrary to popular belief   ),   she knew there had to be other members to the mafia under which some of the most important in her lifepeople worked under.   it was just cicrumstances of having met them all and it seemed that jin was the next one on the list of people to be checked off   !   she's aware that her response to his cheesy pick - up line could be seen as rather disrespectful,   especially if the person on the receiving end didn't know her personality all that well   --   which so happened to be the exact situation that was unfolding before her very eyes.   and it's time like these that hyeon realizes she really should try to behave better but she's always been spitfire,   like turpentine and a matchbox,   the perfect recipe for disaster.   though much to her surprise does he laugh,   she had been bracing for the exact opposite,   but it still allows for a grin to spread along her cherry tainted brims,   eyes lighting up immediately.   his laugh was nice.   ❝   ah,   well,   that's a relief.   i was mentally preparing for the worst.   ❞   his gaze doesn't bother her all that much,   she's rather used to it by now after all these years working in this industry.   scrutiny was a given because she was always under a microscope but part of her wishes she wasn't wearing such unflattering clothing   ---   not that he was anything special yet,   her usual rule was to give people low expectations from the beginning because she didn't believe there was much she had to offer in the first place.   there were many times people had told her otherwise but when someone has their mind made up it's hard to get their opinion to change.   she nods once,   shifting her weight from one foot,   then another,   ❝   the name is bond.   james bond.   ❞   her composure breaks just as soon as she says the last syllable,   a laugh falling from her throat before trying to regain her seriousness,   he must think she's a mess at this point.   ❝   nah,   for real though,   i'm hyeon.   and you are   ?   although i'm not the   real   james bond you look like a spy dressed like that.   ----   are   you a spy   ?   ❞

#tcggery #‹ — ❝ ☔ • › ‵ tone of voice smoother than honey that lures you in with the sweetest promises. ′ ‹ ━ PROSE . › #i love when hyeon makes a fool outta herself #booboo the fool

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DESDEMONA.

  All  too  familiar  smells,  vultures  with  a  thirst  for  prey  dancing  around  fragrance  swept  bodies  of  overly  sprayed  perfume  and  aftershave.  Reeked  of  the  intoxicated  want  for  lust,  sex  delving  through  spilled  alcohol  and  sweaty  figures  dancing.  ━━━━━━  and  she  ??    Desdemona  loved  to  play  catch  it  seemed.  Adored  how  eyes  follow,  touches  linger  when  they  thought  she didn’t  notice.  she  always  did.  But  let  them  have  hope  she’d  say.  Let  them  watch  what  they  can’t  have  and  feel  the  burn  for  only looking  and  not  being  able  to  fully  touch.   ━━━━━  sadly  they  were  only  pawns.  Nobody  with  a  big  enough strife  to  try  and  start  something  even  if  they  knew  they  wouldn’t  be  able  to  finish.  A  heartbeat.  A  loud  one  at  that chasing  towards  her.  A  smirk  lays  on  her  lips  by  now,  even  when  the  body  crashes  into  her  and  she  almost  wishes  she  could  smell  the  emotions  playing  in  the  others  mind.  ❛  me ?? i’m fine.  it’s  you  whom  you  should  be  worrying  about ,  seemed’  like  you  took  quite  the  hit  my  poor  dear … ❜ words soaked  in  fresh  devour,  silky  and  coaxing.  Slender  fingers   lift  to  brush  a  stray  hair  away  from  the  other  woman’s  face  without  permission :  all  too  perfect,  all  too  soft. ❛   hmm,  what’s  a  girl  like  you  doing  here  anyway  ??you’re  all  too  pretty  to  be  weaving  yourself  through  sweaty , drunk  bodies… ❜

           the term   vultures   was so terrifyingly true when it came to the customers of night clubs  ━━━   hyeon had first hand experience in discovering just how true it was.   everyone was prey but the hunters were always disguised,   too clever to let themselves be   known   which only added to the danger of it all.   she’s fallen victim to the carnivores of the night once before and it had almost destroyed her,   she couldn’t   allow   such a thing to happen again   ;   it’s why she’s in such a goddamn frenzy.   bangs are covering her vision slightly as the already darkened scene seems to grow,   with vision obstructed she almost doesn’t realize that there is in fact somebody still in front of her clumsy self,   not until fingers that are like   velvet   sweep away silken strands.   hyeon had always been one to appreciate beauty and if she hadn’t already gotten the oxygen knocked from her lungs then she would be gasping all over again at the beauty in front of her.   just her luck   !   mouth opens and closes like a fish as mind that’s generally like a dictionary suddenly empties,   ❝   i’m a lot sturdier than i look,   promise   !   ❞   brow quirks and she can’t help but to let out something of a laugh,   head shaking just the slightest bit because if it hadn’t been so obvious in the first place that she was   out of place   then it assuredly was now.   finger scratches at her temple as if trying to clear up her foggy cognizance,   maybe it was the heady scent of alcohol and sweat or the elixir of a voice that this stranger seemed to have   —   it was drawing her in and hanging her up to dry.   ❝   yeah it was   …   a mistake on my part.   thought i could deal with all this but guess i was wrong.   i’m headin’ out now,   i’d suggest you do the same.   people will eat you up in there.   ❞

#digrity #any girl who is remotely nice to hyeon & she's ready to flirt i hate my own muse fgdjomkl #‹ — ❝ ☔ • › ‵ tone of voice smoother than honey that lures you in with the sweetest promises. ′ ‹ ━ PROSE . ›

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kind of important?

uh so like it's obvious i haven't been here lately and my queue is running low. being on here just feel really icky and gives me mad anxiety so i'll gonna be archiving soon, don't know when exactly but... for the time being i'm gonna be writing hyeon on my multi? like i'm not moving here there but it's just easier rn i have no energy thanks to grand ole depression LMAO but yeah! thanks for sticking around, i'll be archiving soon which means dropping every thread in my drafts -- which i know is a fuckload but most of them are just so old and there's no point. i'm really sorry about this but i'm having to do what's best for myself and hyeon. if you'd like to continue writing / plotting just let me know or something but for now, see yall later.

#PSA #hyeon has just been so fkn depressed and coming on here only seems to worsen how she feels #but i will be remaking soon and archiving this blog #probably only interact with people who had ships previously or who showed immense interest #i'm just tired of her being ign*red #but yeah uhhh ttyl 💖

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kook.

                                      hour - long visits weren’t supposed to be spent like this, watching one of his most precious friends wallow in their sadness just because thousands were jealous of how superior they were in the world. unable to take simple watching her brows furrow with worry with every word she was reading, he immediately snatched the piece of plastic that held so much misery from her fingers. with his free hand outstretched  (  just in case she were ready to lean in for an attack to retrieve what was hers  )  he craned his head  &&  held the phone up high, scrolling and silently reading the comments that were stuck on her bookmarks page.   ❛  seriously, saengie  ?  you’re gonna kill yourself over this kinda stuff  ?  ❜   &&  just like that his thumb began to work its magic, hovering over the  ‘ delete this comment ’  option before he began to rid of the evil that plagued her video.   ❛  don’t waste your time worrying if you’re satisfying everyone or not. you should know these things by now … your sisters like your songs, right  ?  i like your songs. that’s all that matters.  ❜

            it wasn't ever her intention to let things overwhelm and ultimately,   overshadow   her own mask that had been cultivated and sewn ever so   CAREFULLY.   the facade of her confidence in her artistic ability was beginning to slip the more she read because the comments were just   pouring in   at this point,   a mix of positive and negative,   it was human nature to focus on the negative at times.   maybe it was bugging her so much because she had full control over the entire process of it all   ---   the concept had been her own,   the music her own,   everything was meant to be cohesive but in the end it just seemed to fall apart at the seams.   it had been her own fault that she assumed people would be able to see what she was putting across but it wasn't exactly obvious in any way,   people can't read her mind,   much to her dismay.   lips that were drawn in a frown only seem to exaggerate more into a pout that has her looking even more childlike than she already does before she's scoffing but only so softly.   he was literally   two inches taller   than she,   if he really thought she wouldn't be able to get what was hers   ---   ❝   i'm not worried about the things people are saying,   it's not that,   i just think i'm more   ..   annoyed with myself.   i thought what i was doing would be interesting,   i guess.   ❞   lips purse and she's scratching at her neck as she's slumping into the couch,   looking like a deflated balloon.   ❝   it's my job to create content that people like   ----..   i just feel so lost.   ❞   in every sense of the word it was true,   her own short film had been created to convey that but it made no sense to anybody else.   ❝   i don't like feeling this way oppa.   i hate it,   actually.   i've always been so sure of one thing in my life and that was my music   !   and now   ...   now i don't know anymore.   ❞

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jules.

    ‘ hey !!!!!!!!! ’ he is…so annoying ? like someone else we know. his arms are tightly and obnoxiously laced around hyeon’s neck, giving her a soft flick on the forehead. ‘ guess the fuck what, hyeon? ’ by the time she walked into his apartment, you’d better damn well believe he had all her favourite things laid out. ice cream and chocolate and pizza and anything else you can name. ‘ i love you ? bitch ? i ain’t ever gonna stop loving you ? bitch ? ’ if you’re wondering whether he invited her over solely to say this, the answer is yes. / @ptlbubbles@ptlbubbles

            he's loud and always proud, something that hyeon has always found herself enjoying the presence of, mostly because she isn't very good at being   quiet   herself.   he's an enabler   !   he's as comfortable as he looks even with arms almost in a headlock around her throat   (   she doesn't mind really,   affection was fucking awesome   )   but it's his attitude that has her the most elated.   right up until he flicks her forehead which she fights back with an attempt to bite as his hand,   playful   (   always so   )   as a low hum of annoyance filters through her already honeyed tone.   she can hardly get a word in edge wise as she takes in the scene before her,   stomach already growling just at the sight of all the food but it's at his words that has her laughing out loud,   enough so that her head is actually falling back.   she's joyous,   almost a rare anomally these days,   ❝   it'd be better if you actually had a guitar and were strumming the chords like the guy.   seven out of ten,   could've been better presented if you ask me.   ❞   she's ducking out of his hold before he has another chance to flick her again to cross the room and settle down on the floor with every item spread before her.   mouth is crooked in a small smile as hands rub together excitedly,   ❝   i'm glad i wore sweatpants over here because   fuck   jeans after i eat all of this.   a button would for sure pop off.   ❞

#discenture #writing with my fav person with our fav people how cute #‹ — ❝ ☔ • › ‵ tone of voice smoother than honey that lures you in with the sweetest promises. ′ ‹ ━ PROSE . ›

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emoitions.

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          “ i don’t provide my services to just anyone, sweetheart. how do i know that you’re not gonna FLAKE OUT on me last minute? ”

            this was perhaps the most awkward situation she had found herself in,   not that it was   uncommon,   her personality made for almost any interaction with another to be fucking weird.   it wasn't ever on purpose,   she had a rough time thinking of smooth conversation or even having something of importance to say at all.   but lately she's just been   so angry   with the knowledge of her parents having free fuckin' roam in a world that should've eaten them up ages ago.   she wanted vengeance,   she wanted retribution,   and she wanted it   now.   but the truth of it all was,   hyeon didn't think she was capable of living with blood on her hands   (   even though they had plenty on theirs   !   hers included   )   and so eunbyul had been her first bright idea to pop into her head.   well,   not exactly like so,   asking around for such information was illegal in its entirety and discretion was absolutely crucial.   but money was the object of everyone's desire in this game,   nobody cared how tragic of a life you lead or if the person(s) you wanted dead even deserved it but that just so happened to be the beauty of it all.   fingers are itching in a sign of her anxiety rising   ;   maybe   this had been a bad idea after all because what if she regretted it   ?   being the mastermind to end somebody's life was   ..   a slipper slope but they had taken so much from her and was positive they would try to take more if given the chance.   this was necessary.   cracked lips are blood red from the young idol biting and chewing relentlessly and her overall appearance at the moment was frazzled to the point where one would assume she was off the rails completely.   ❝   i won't flake out on you,   i'm not that big of a pussy.   what's the rate for this type of thing anyway   ?   i asked around and got different answers but i need a set in stone price.   details are important,   i think.   ❞

#emoitions #i ??? #hm. folds hands. #you literally wrote a one liner & this is my rebuttal i'm a fucking Gift #GIUHDFJKM BUT RLY THOUGH I'M SORRY FOR HOW LONG THIS GOT I #GOT CARRIED AWAY #feel free to not match the length 100% im a mess but i'm fucking pumped. #for ultimate aoa ship to spread wings & fly #‹ — ❝ ☔ • › ‵ tone of voice smoother than honey that lures you in with the sweetest promises. ′ ‹ ━ PROSE . ›

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emoitions.

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          “ do you have any liquor? i just wrote the longest essay in the entire world and i think i forgot how to function like a normal human being. ”

            ❝   you're asking   IF   i have any liquor   ?   a better question would be what   kind   do i have,   'cause there's a fuckload.   i can make you a mixed drink,   though the liquor to juice or mix ratio might not be as good as it would in a bar.   i tend to be a bit heavy handed in the former but hey,   if you're really wanting to feel human there's no better way other than puking your stomach lining out and feeling dead to the world.   ---..   i should write slogans for alcohol companies.   ❞

#emoitions #‹ — ❝ ☔ • › ‵ tone of voice smoother than honey that lures you in with the sweetest promises. ′ ‹ ━ PROSE . › #idk why but . i'm laughing really hard at hyeon rn gfdiojmk

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emoitions.

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          “ you have approximately ten seconds to tell me why you haven’t complimented my outfit before i leave. ”

            look of nonchalance with the softest hint of indignation flashes across his features,   head cocking to the side as eyes seem to scrutinize her outfit of choice.   ❝   it,   um   ---   suits you   ?   what kind of compliment are you expectin' here 'cause i don't usually do such a thing,   i receive more than i give.   i'm selfish and narcissitic but i think i've just met my match   ...   ❞   eyebrow cocks as if to make his indication all the clearer.

#emoitions #im rly shitty at keeping things at just one liners idgojfmk pls lov me.. #‹ — ❝ ☔ • › ‵ tone of voice smoother than honey that lures you in with the sweetest promises. ′ ‹ ━ PROSE . ›

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emoitions.

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            “ you mind listening to a new song i’m working on and giving me feedback? you better not laugh if it fuckin’ sucks. ”

            ❝   i feel quite   honored   that you're coming to me for this,   TRULY   !   but in all honesty i don't think you're all that capable of making something that sucks but just in case   ---   i tend to laugh at things that i shouldn't laugh at.   just a warning,   y'know,   don't want you huffing and puffing 'cause i did the thing you said i couldn't do.   ❞

#emoitions #thank you for this !!!! im love you!!!!! #‹ — ❝ ☔ • › ‵ tone of voice smoother than honey that lures you in with the sweetest promises. ′ ‹ ━ PROSE . › #i'm ready for the mess of us interacting to unfold i live for chaos

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mija.

「 미자 」 → ❛ it was gross. i mean, obviously he didn’t mean it but i did definitely warn him that i was about to spray saline in his mouth. ❜ mija rolls her eyes before grabbing a chip that was on the countertop, throwing it in her mouth. ❛ are you really telling me that you like to be spat on? i mean, not judging but you continue to surprise me. ❜

            ❝   how   sexy,   getting your mouth sprayed with saline   ?   absolutely delicious.   spray saline in   my mouth,   mija - ssi.   i won't spit   !   ❞   there's something of a cackle that rings out soon after she speaks,   following suit and cramming a few chips in her mouth.   she could be such a tomboy sometimes.   ❝   i mean,   it could be hot.   i'm willing to try all sorts of new things.   hard to believe that i surprise you though,   i'm just   honest.   ❞

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yoongi.

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                      He doesn’t exactly want her to see him like this, but if he truly wished to avoid this situation, he wouldn’t have given her a KEY to his apartment. He’s sitting in the living area of the apartment, shirt in a blood-soaked pile upon the floor, hands also covered in sanguine, along with the couple of tools and the first aid kit strewn across the table. Really, this isn’t anything new for him, and sure it hurts like a FUCKING BITCH, but at most his face will scrunch & the male will make a noise resembling a G R U N T. He’s using tweezers, but some medical ones he’s stolen from a hospital at some point, to try & pry that bullet from his side. He’s managing to do a fairly good job, & it’s nearly out as he hears the lock of the door click. He doesn’t move to hide anything, more because he can’t than him not wanting to. Yoongi would very much like to hide it all, just so he doesn’t worry Hyeon, but it’s a tad bit LATE for that. Eyes still focus on pulling the bullet out, & a few grunts later he’s managed to pull it from his skin, dropping it onto the table and l e a n i n g back for a while. 

                        “Hey, Hyeon.” His voice is slightly hoarse, though still sounds incredibly calm considering his current situation. “Don’t worry ‘bout all this. Bad deal, but nothin’ major.” Words C O N T R A D I C T the scene before her eyes, no doubt, but he truly believes this is ‘just another day at the office’, & frankly, for him, it IS just that. He doesn’t say another word before picking up an old towel & pressing it against the wound. He’ll go shower soon, or clean it, or something. His lapsed attitude to bandaging probably doesn’t reassure Hyeon whatsoever, but for some reason the drug dealer has it set in his mind that people will see bullet wounds the way HE does. Head tilts slightly as he turns to see her, “What’s up?” As though it isn’t O B V I O U S, as though he’s merely watching tv with a beer in his hand, but it’s rather typical of the man when he’s wounded to practically ignore the puncture in his side. 

            nobody likes being caught with their pants down,   let alone being   wounded,   but it seems in all the time hyeon has known yoongi she's found him with his symobilic pants down   (   as well as literally   )   in the form of wounds scattered about his beautifully pale visage.   sometimes she didn't know how he did it   ---   let himself be seen with these inflictions but then again,   hyeon had found that yoongi was one of the bravest people she's ever met.   it was high time that she stopped being so surprised by him because at this point he had made it clear that there was   nothing   that he wasn't capable of doing.   in her eyes he was one of greatest marvels of the world and deserved to be treated as such,   which explains her behavior when in his presence.   it explains why she frets over the tiniest things   (   because in his opinion bullet wounds were tiny   )   to the extremes.   it explains why her mouth all but falls open as the front door to his place opens and his frame is draped along the couch with sanguine pooling between fingers.   her own digits itch to soothe any pain he might be experiencing almost immediately,   so she hurriedly shuts the door behind her before she's shuffling over to him almost lazily to try and hide the fact that there was a sense of urgency behind her movements.

            hazel hues are locked onto the blood that dots and pools along his skin and it's fucking wrong but her mouth waters,   his voice like a muffled background barely reaching into her focus but just enough to pull her out of the intense gaze.   ❝   yoongi   ---   hey,   um   ...   ❞   the lump in her throat only seems to build up the more he speaks to reassure her that it's not as bad as it looks but it really wasn't her fault that she was such a worrier.   give her somebody to care about and that's all she'll find herself doing.   nails dig into her palm for whatever reason that she couldn't quite understand   ;   anger for the fact that somebody hurt him   ?   picture this   ∶   hyeon the vengeful,   a serious crime fighter who ran around at night in fucking spandex.   she wished she could make whomever did this to him   PAY   but knowing yoongi he had already taken care of it,   besides,   what exactly could she do   ?   committing acts of violence were against her moral code but the blood in her own system is boiling just at the sight   !   how funny it was that just one person can change so much about yourself.   ❝   you made them pay right   ?   ❞   she's still standing rigidly in place,   hands at her sides with fists curled tightly as if ready to strike out but her voice is tight,   vocal cords straining to keep herself from lashing out.   ❝   i know you must have but i want to hear it   ---   need   to hear it,   actually.   ❞

#gcthigh #so?? um .. GIADJK IDK B.. IT JUST HAPPENED!!! #anyway im love u & i'm so glad to see u back :* #‹ — ❝ ☔ • › ‵ tone of voice smoother than honey that lures you in with the sweetest promises. ′ ‹ ━ PROSE . ›

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julian.

「 줄리안 」 → julian ignores her comment, flicking through the papers that were resting on his desk. he was barely listening to her, eyes too engrossed in the numbers on the page. they were profiting well, julian just needed to figure out how to process all this extra cash they’d made without raising too much suspicion. ❛ i said i could maybe hang out. not definitely. ❜ he says, eyes not even looking up at her. ❛ you can get me a coffee if you really want to be useful. ❜

            lips form into a thin line from either frustration or out of natural habit, it's hard to tell sometimes, but she's still going to try and find a way to stick around. she didn't come all this way for absolutely nothing ! attention was desired, or in her own words ∶ necessary. she perks up almost instantly, smile lines shining from besides her eyes as she grabs his empty mug. ❝ cuppa' joe coming up ! you want it black, or with cream and sugar ? ❞

#scntimentals #um tea im love u but she's a mess #‹ — ❝ ☔ • › ‵ tone of voice smoother than honey that lures you in with the sweetest promises. ′ ‹ ━ PROSE . ›

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EUNHA.

       her lines of  defense  are enough to bring  steam  to the tension that’s already settled itself between them  ;  so often there it could be considered permanent by now    —–   it has made its return after a somewhat easy - going day,  but things of a positive nature never lasted  long  in accordance to eunha,  a soul crafted out of the midnight hour and everything hell on  earth  has to offer.  granted,  he thinks lower of himself than anyone else possibly could but ironically he  doesn’t  take lightly to insults    —-   especially petty ones such as the one she’s  thrown  at his cognizance and is attempting for a hasty departure right afterward.  perhaps she doesn’t want to wallow in the embarrassment of such a low blow.  regardless as she  topples  out,  he’s letting himself out from the door on his side,  rounding about the car    —–   steps do not imply he’s in any kind of rush to  get  to her but she doesn’t stray too far before he’s practically on her  heels.    ‘    would’ve thought you were capable of coming up with something better than that.  call me a pussy and i’ll just say   —-  you are what you eat,  right  ?  how about you insult me for real  ?  make it  hurt,  hyeon.  —-    can you  ?  can you even do that  ?  or are you too  into me  that you are blinded to the reality of who  i  am  ?  because the way you’ve been looking at me   …  it needs to stop.  you’re obviously letting the lines  blur  and i won’t let this continue.    ’ 

          she's hoping to god or whatever the fuck is out there that he isn't  following  because at this point she doesn't exactly know how she'll react.  her chest is rising a little too fast for her liking but ignorance is fucking bliss as she stomps away but it doesn't do  MUCH  to put distance between the two and he's already biting back like she knew he would.  if there was anyone in this world who could make her feel at ease one moment but boil her blood the next it was definitely eunha and she had managed to fall for him.  how  STUPID  could she be  ?  fists curl and unfurl slowly as breathing all but accelerates,  she wants to scream until his ears bleed.  ‘  i  don't  want to insult you  for real  !  ’  she's exasperated as she finally turns to face him,  hands throwing themselves into the air as flushed features all but deflate.  this wasn't the time or place to  do this,  especially not with him.  tone lowers and voice suddenly becomes somewhat calm but her composure is far from her control,  as soon as either of them walked away she'd lose it but there wasn't a chance in hell that he'd get to see her like that.  not again.  ‘  i'm not  LIKE YOU,  i don't fucking  try  to hurt people.  i don't try to say things that i know will sting.  i don't try to do things on purpose to make other hate me.  i don't.  you can think whatever you  WANT  about how i feel about you but the point of it is that you won't  CARE,  and that's not fucking okay but you can go on and think it is,  really.  ’  oculars are feeling  strained  as she resists the urge to blink because she doesn't want to give him any sign of how much it fucking  hurts.  ‘  you can't just be in someones life and show something that resembles care and then decided to take it away.  it doesn't work that way and i get you think it works that way for  YOU  but the world doesn't fucking operate on eunha rules.  i felt  OKAY  with you and you're just taking that away and for that i can't help but to think you're the most selfish man alive.  you fucking  HURT,  do you understand that  ?  whatever your reasons are for this,   i don't  care,  don't ever suddenly start to care about me because it's convenient for you ever again.  ’

#ptlbuttercup #i tried to keep this short im sorry fuck #queue is on. #prose tag tba.

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sexysuggestion:

give me the look that says “just wait until we’re alone”

#‹ — ❝ ☔ • › ‵ fingers ghost over like whispers but i want bruises，i want screams / sear your name into my skin. ′ ‹ ━ DESIRES . › #ya nasty #‹ — ❝ ☁ • › ‵ i love a star war. ′ ‹ ━ OOC ∶ QUEUE . ›

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#‹ — ❝ ☔ • › ‵ she wears strength ﹠ darkness equally well，the girl has always been half goddess ﹠ half hell. ′ ‹ ━ RAIMENT . › #this is a look #‹ — ❝ ☁ • › ‵ i love a star war. ′ ‹ ━ OOC ∶ QUEUE . ›

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#‹ — ❝ ☁ • › ‵ the oceans tremble in my wake，the tide is brave but always retreats﹔even the sand cowers beneath my feet. ′ ‹ ━ AESTHETIC . #accurate #‹ — ❝ ☁ • › ‵ i love a star war. ′ ‹ ━ OOC ∶ QUEUE . ›