#chrsab

[bnghnsl]

surface level / @chrsab

familiarity is comforting.

perhaps even more so when it’s sabrina. if he’s being honest, one look at her is enough to forgot the dull ache that slaves away at the back of his mind whenever he thinks about anything, the muted irritation quickly replaced by the faint taste of mint chapstick and a bright peal of laughter followed by a “what?!”. exhaustion kills, maybe, but there’s really no point complaining about how fucking tired you are to anyone else other than an equally weary med student. 

weary med student meaning her, of course — not some other snobby intern that’ll actually try to give him reasonable advice instead of immediately cracking out the wine and cussing out every name under the moon. call what they do a routine, or call it flat out bitchy, but he’d much rather be tipsy and peeved with her than sober and peeved alone.

the silence outside her apartment is shattered by his interruption as the keys jangle when he takes them out of his pocket, swearing under his breath when they clank against the soju bottles haphazardly thrown into the plastic bag hanging off his other wrist. the doorknob turns easily once he shoves the key into the compartment, and the familiar jingle as the door unlocks is all the warning she gets before he intrudes into the space with the panache and confidence of its owner.

“listen,” he calls out immediately when he steps foot inside, nudging his shoes off. he’s met with silence for once, and it’s unnerving to the point where he pauses briefly to gauge whether she’s even home in the first place. he continues anyways. “i was going to buy some bordeaux chateau but i realised halfway that i’m not breaking into my ₩50,000 notes for an uncivilised drinking session on a random weekday.”

the other shoes catch his attention next, a starkly distinct design that he knows he wouldn’t be caught dead in. he scoffs, making his way to her room, the words ‘have you finally lost it?’ on the tip of his tongue as he swings her door open.

“wow, that’s great, sab,” he deadpans, mouth pressed in a thin line.  he doesn’t recognise the other person — but kicking them out is step two. step one is expressing disappointment, and he thinks he’s doing a damn good job, if he says so himself. “not even an invite.”

#chrsab #SABRINA / SURFACE LEVEL.

[chrhaneul]

a willful mistake.

— closed starter for @chrsab​​ & @chrjinhyun; some time in 2020.

The sound of his phone beeping takes Haneul’s attention from his laptop, and when he reads the content of the text message he had just received, he lets out a brief sigh and quickly types a response on the screen.

to sabi 🖤 i’m on my way, don’t drink anything else

After pressing the ‘send’ button, he gets up from the couch and leaves his laptop on the coffee table, and then walks to his bedroom so he can grab a jacket and a pair of shoes. Once he’s ready, he walks to the tv room where Sujeong is watching something, and gives her a forehead kiss. “Sabi is drunk again, I’ll be back soon.” And before she can say anything, Haneul is already at the door, reaching for his car keys.

He drives calmly to the building, keepig an eye on his phone in case Sabrina sent him another text message. In the past, Haneul thought Sabrina would take better care of herself after she got engaged to Jinhyun, but it seemed like that wasn’t the case. And as much as he wondered why she didn’t text her fiance instead, he also imagined that maybe those two got drunk together and he’d have to take care of both of them. How awkward wold it be...

Still, he parks his car in front of the building and then makes his way to the elevator, and once he’s at the right floor he immediately walks to her apartment’s door and presses the doorbell. “Sabi? It’s Haneul, open the door, please.”

#˙ ˖ ✧ — don’t listen when i scream . : starters. #chrsab #chrjinhyun #˙ ˖ ✧ — a willful mistake . : haneul & sabrina & jinhyun; around 2020.

[sunanchr]

He doesn’t know what he wants. Life felt like that. Like a blurred, scalding catechism endlessly propositioning itself through the good and through the bad. It seemed unanswerable, with all possible meaning led further astray the longer he wanders, navigating blindly, the desolate night feeling as though it were revealing its truth then. Not the canvas he thought it was, instead a colorless abysm whose depth gave fodder to every unseen demon; a veil he could not pierce. Empty. It felt horrendous, being alone. He was alone, wasn’t he?

His mind says that it would’ve always been that way, though, as if consoling. As if to say he should’ve expected something like that because realistically, who was he anyway? Another question. Life’s two tests: who are you and what do you want? He’s thinking it over, collapsed there in the sand, body outstretched in a gradual sprawl as if he were trying to commit every grain to memory. Maybe he’s that, the innumerable mineral particles all disheveled in a misleading depiction of grounded surface, awash in the high tide.

“I don’t know.” Very softly. He doesn’t.

He thinks he hears something encroaching in the darkness, head laid to the closest side, unseeing gaze still shrewd with obliviousness. He had ran from the island compound when Hansol said it because he knew that he could run. No pursuit. He’d made it that way, anyway, hadn’t he? His smile is bittersweet, still piercingly edged, evolved into abrupt softness as he falters. “Sabrina?” 

He clears his throat, pushed up to his elbows, head shaken to discard the remnants of trampled shore still lacing his hair. “Sabrina. Hey. Sorry about leaving like that. I owe you another round of beer pong, don’t I?”

@chrsab​

#chrsab #chrsummer21 #( let me know if this works. <3 #sunan leaving in tears: lol brb quick store run. #threads‚ chrsab.

[chrjiho]

with: @chrsab

he was used to night time, the spotlight of the streetlamps, sky vaguely dotted with stars and drowned by draining nightlife of seoul as the bars close ( his included ), picking little pieces of glass out of the bottoms of his nonslips and cleaning spilt beer out of a black button down. he was used to things being a little too quiet, the apartment complex he lived in usually completely shutdown by the time he finished showering, even the residents throwing parties or enraptured by the late-night reruns have fallen asleep near sick buckets or comfortably on the couch.

he stepped out of the apartment with wet hair, drowned in a big sweatshirt even in the midst of summer, the air the hallway a little heavy, slightly warmer than the solid twenty celcius he liked to keep his living space. the door opened a little loudly, the sound almost echoing in the hall, cigarettes buried in his pocket, tattooed fingers wringing. however, this time as he moved to exit the building he heard the sound of another door closing. it made him pause for a moment, head tilted like a dog hearing a car pull up in the driveway. he turned to look, seeing no one else.

now normally he wasn’t someone easily paranoid, he knows other people live here, he knows other people have fucked up schedules, but his routine was usually so foolproof, so absolute, that it sort of unsettled him. he opened the stairwell door and paused another moment, hearing more shuffling and then nothing. a normal person would’ve rationalized this, and really, he tried, but something about the time of night and the lack of physical proof of another person skulking around the halls lead him to quickly believe he was being haunted by the spirit of some sickly victorian boy. he felt the urge to do the horror movie thing that got people killed, the old, reliable ‘ who goes there? ‘ that would end in him being dragged down the stairs by his feet.  

he didn’t, however, instead letting the stairwell door close slowly behind him and deciding to haul ass down the stairs in a way that made him feel kinda fucking stupid.

but hey, survival first and nonexistent badass reputation second.

#chrsab #&sabrina; #// hey it didnt get TOO long !!! #// sexy bitches write run on sentences #// lemme know if you want me to change anything <3

[jamiechr]

──   halfway to the end  back in senior year with : @chrsab  !!

    high school love. ---- it’s dumb and stupid and childish and everyone wants one. apparently for good reason too , because jamie here? well she hasn’t stopped smiling ever since hers walked into her life. god knows why the prettiest girl in school chose a fumbling.. teddy bear at best , but it’s done now and jamie wasn’t letting go. no take-backs!!

     in class and she’s thinking about her , back at home and she’s thinking about her , lost between guitar strings and she’s thinking about her.. even at basketball practice and she’s thinking about he--- ouch!! right.. ball to the head was what it took to realise that she’s at practice. -- ‘ yah !! you paying attention captain?? ’  she is , okay. she is. well.... that’s until she hears her phone go off with a personalised little noise , one that dinged with a text jamie couldn’t have possibly ignored. it’s funny how the basketball captain would’ve been thinking about her girlfriend all day only to call it fate when she actually hears from her. 

      perfect timing ( not really , they pretty much knew each other’s schedules at this point ) when sabrina says nothing more than a meet me in the parking lot away from our school after practice , but it’s enough to get jamie excited.. because , well.. jamie. one shower later , she’s in her jeans and oversized t-shirt , the varsity jacket that was usually paired with this outfit probably sitting on another set of shoulders and had to be replaced with a leather jacket of her own --- a particularly cold september this year , hmm. 

      skip to the important part , skip to sabrina leaned against an expensive looking car ( somehow managing to look way more expensive ) , skip to jamie’s dopey grin at the sight of her.. maybe skip past the part it takes a minute for her brain to register the situation. “ hey babe---- WOAH !! what is that???!?! --- i mean i know it’s a car but.. it’s yours??? no freaking way. ” all this happens in the time jamie takes to cover the distance and first it’s always a quick inconspicuous kiss and a ‘ i missed you.. ’ before she actually takes a lap around the automobile , gasping at the slightest of things. 

        “ it looks so cool and totally matches your vibe , y’know? ” the girl is back where she started with hands on the other’s waist , taking full advantage of the mostly empty parking lot with distance playing a minimal role now. “ it looks almost as good as you do... almost. ” told you.  sabrina’s the fuel that jamie’s mind runs on and it’ll always come back to it.. always. “ --- so... where are we going? ”

#『 chats. | sabrina. | 02. 』 #chrsab #the way i was tryna think of any other title but couldn't KJDSHFJKSDH #it's fine guess i'll just go cry

[haseokth]

dare

a. always buys her perfume as a christmas present so that even if she's with somebody else, he knows seeing the perfume would remind her of him. b. has kept her as one of his few speed dial contacts for years despite never actually using speed dial. c. doesn't talk about his other female friends except for her to his mates in the united kingdom. d. speaking of, he's had a few reoccurring dreams of taking her to london — he thinks she'd fit in well there. e. will talk her out of ever dying her hair if the idea arises because he thinks she makes the prettiest brunette.

#chrsab #* meme / reply #🚨🚨🚨 SIMP ALERT 🚨🚨🚨

[chrinsu]

NEW MESSAGE !!          to: @chrsab      subject: gross

     vision, an absolute blur. head, a pounding mess. shirt, haphazardly strewn over his shoulders, digits clumsily moving down the buttons, messily tucking in the front of it into his matching black pants. fingers coming to rake back the strands of untamed hair, feeling the remnants of yesterday’s events. hungover, as graceless digits pull to adjust the shirt on his frame, shoulders rolling backwards, regaining what little disposition of sanity he had left in the haziness of the situation. realisation, failing to piece the fragmented memories together, leaving him dulled hues hanging above dark circles. he catches the movement of someone in his peripheral, gaze turning, still unsure of his surroundings only to see the features of an older woman peering underneath the covers. eyes, still closed as slight mumbles leave from her lips. his brows raise, amused one of the emotions fuelling his drunken veins. the other, absurdity. a simple tch leaves from his own lips, before turning his way to the leave the room.

     the place was a lot bigger than what he had anticipated, the fragments still parted, it felt almost foreign. memories wiped, a hazy onset of images cascading through his reverie and he’s greeted by confused staff, onlookers placing gaze on his dishevelled appearance. he supposes that if he has already gone this far as to fuck the recent divorcee, he might as well use the main entrance to take his leave, no sense in sneaking out otherwise. a bold move. such an insu thing to do, so his father would tell him. 

     the morning glaze having painted over the azure stretch of cloudless skies. an arm raises to shield his vision from the glare, making his way down the steps, still feeling the incessant pang against his temples. he lets out a subtle groan in between gritted teeth, he should know better by now. his gaze lifting to the sound of footsteps edging nearer, stygian hues flicker tiredly for a moment matching gazes with her. sabrina. 

     he couldn’t help but lets his eyes roll, a habitual response, as it drifts to the person beside her, a brow raising. digits come to rake through his strands again, a smirk tugging at his corners as dulled hues return to meet with hers, “new pet?” a snigger leaving. “didn’t think you were capable.” shoes missing on both his feet, only socks encasing them. clearly, he had struggled to pull his attire together.

#chrsab #threads. #chrsab &&. gross. #my superior naming skillz #kagjrfe oop #i also dont know what this is #clown emojis out the ass

[bnghnsl]

INSTAGRAM: bnghnsl just posted after a while!

featuring @chrsab, @sunanchr and @chrhayoung​, who stole his phone to post a selfie of herself that he deleted straight after. nobody gets free promo on his insta.

#HANSOL. #this may or may not be a cry for hansol to have more friends .. #my brain said replies❌ instagram edits✔️ #i think i have replied to most of my plotting messages T__T thank u so much for being patient with me! #the rest will be answered tomorrow and please expect starters and replies to roll out soon <3

[chrhaneul]

empty glasses & shared secrets.

— closed starter for @chrsab​; some time around 2018.

Going to bars and drinking alcoholic beverages is not something Haneul has been known for; in fact, he has always told everyone that he didn’t even like those drinks, but he has to admit that he grew to like them once he started feeling out of place, and once he started spending more time with Sabrina. She kind of reminded Haneul of his younger sister, she was someone he could truly trust and open up to — she would listen, comfort him, and sometimes even try to help him in his personal dilemmas.

He even trusts alcohol when he has Sabrina’s company, he knows she would make sure he’d go back home safe and sound, as his wife would usually ask her to keep an eye on how much he’s drinking. But Haneul himself known his limits, and in the end he’s the one that has to keep an eye on how much Sabrina drinks. He never saw her completely wasted, but he’s seen her drink enough to lose her filter. 

Words would spill out of her mouth without much care, and he really expected she isn’t the type of person that would invite just anyone to have drinks with... Haneul keeps everything she’s ever told him to himself, not even his wife would hear of the secrets Sabrina has told him, and he’d like to keep it that way forever. They can confide on each other, and he knows she knows that.

“I’ll order a bottle of water for you, Sabi,” he tells her with a playful smile on his lips, bringing a glass of whatever she ordered for him to his lips. “Your cheeks are getting red and we know exactly what that means.”

#˙ ˖ ✧ — don’t listen when i scream . : starters. #˙ ˖ ✧ — empty glasses & shared secrets . : haneul & sab ; around 2018. #chrsab

[sunanchr]

“Hello?” His salutation carries liltingly amongst the social rigmarole. His insincerity is a brusque and ineludible spearhead driven knowingly beneath his eyes’ leadership. His contempt is thick with palpability, brewed in a puddle he has steeped in to drown, a proverbial rebirth, creating the man that stood there then. It stirs like a torrent, even. That hatred. It rushes like an insatiable ravine, soaking everything in a quiet, encroaching ruin he’d perpetrated. Like he had prolonged straining the figurative water, content to dilapidate —  let things rot. 

His version however, reads uniquely, a testimonial insisting he had tried to salvage it. A lunch period he doesn’t ever disremember. She sits idly, either alone or with classmates. He has a particular concentration, he always has. A concentration that does not acquiesce to the outside. Its captive is her. In his memory, she’s alone. In his heart, he deems the isolation deliberate, the emergency flare shot above the stranded water. An opportunity to extend his hand again; he takes it. Sorry. His words attempt it gingerly, tentatives yielding trepidation he feels himself fumbling through. About back then, I mean. His laughter, deliberate and coy. My Mom had told me that we couldn’t talk anymore. You know how our families are.

She had left, in the same, uninterrupted silence.

“Oh my — ... Sabrina?” His words receding in a babbled chuckle, like he’d been incredulous, here to refute that same skepticism. “Is that you?” Duplicitous, his accompanying smile keen. “I thought I saw you over there. Hey.” He sits beside her again, this time particularly dauntless, body maneuvered coolly with a knowingness, countenance unreadable, though his eyes speak again. Narrowly, with an intent discernible only through progress. His hands uncurling its carried glass upon the tabletop in a slow and invitational push toward her. 

“I was going to come over here sooner but I couldn’t believe my eyes, you know? It’s actually been so long. Wow.” Gentle with audible daze, gaze almost devouring where it rests against her, scrutinizing her expression to each nicety. He recollects himself quickly, glass cited within a confirmatory nod, gesturing encouragingly for her indulgence. 

“Oh, hey. Try this. You might like it.” A wink. “It’s pretty fruity.”

@chrsab

#chrsab #do you like ... titles ? #i can do one ... #i could nawt think of one but i can try! #let me know if this works or it needs something changed. <3 #threads‚ chrsab.

[chrsolbi]

REWIND > @chrsab > an expensive cocktail bar (or, trying to recapture to winsome sensation of a teenage hangover)

the past is a fickle thing, isn’t that what everyone always says? changing like the tides, ebbing and flowing into ruts  and divots and things that no longer feel right. no longer fit the way that they used to. but it’s never been like that for solbi and sabrina. they have this way where they step over all those years crumpled up in between the then and the now. the gaps of time when they were both too busy to meet, and pick up right where they left off again. things unchanged. their relationship caught in a bottle and preserved. and like this, it never really inches into nostalgic between them. 

even now, as solbi rocks her glass in a lazy, arched circle against the table as she waits for her friend, she isn’t nervous about it. isn’t wondering who is going to slide into the seat opposite her. what they’ll talk about. it’s like stepping into the past and picking up where they left off. perhaps it’s this that makes solbi want to act a little wilder around her her, pulling back on that feeling of reckless youth, expecting the world to fold open for you without consequence.

it really has been a bit too long (and why does she know so many people who are committed to letting the ever-hungry field of medicine swallow them whole), and so when sabrina finally settles opposite her and orders a drink, solbi smiles in a way that rarely happens. it’s genuine, and lights up her eyes. devoid of malicious intent and shiver of her pupils, like she’s planning something sensitive and exploitative behind the opaque curtain of skin and bone. 

“god, it’s really been ages. what have you even been doing?” between conversational bubbles, they drink like they used to (which was a lot). “please don’t let it be boring. is it studying? god, i bet it’s studying.” it rides the end of an overdramatic groan, solbi toppling her head against the shelf of her palm, table resting at her elbow for support. 

“i really don’t get the appeal.” of being a doctor, but this isn’t a secret. “but of course. i support you.” this is said with theatrics, like sabrina might’ve just laid an incredulous plan; jumping countries, cutting off all her hair, and changing her name. solbi even reaches across the table to squeeze at her wrist in weak moral support before all that vodka has her slipping into a peel of laughter. 

#thread > rewind #ooc > rises to the dash like a zombie from the dirt #with > sabrina

[jamiechr]

truth: what is the worst thing you've ever done to someone you loved?

  oh please don’t make her say it. she already lives with it everyday , every second of every minute.. has been for years now but bringing it up with words , reliving the moment... the way every part of her would shiver and eyes instantly well up. “ well... uh... ” you’ve asked the question so have to wait for a good while until the woman can actually struggle through it. 

   “ it’s uh.. it was back-- back in high school..with-- i just-- didn’t even-- ” deep breath and a moment to recollect herself. “ sabrina was-- is , she is the first person who showed me what being in love actually meant.. what being loved meant and all the promises i made of giving her the world when i couldn’t even--- couldn’t even stand up for her. tell everyone that the person they went around calling a.. a crazy stalker or whatever was the love of my life and they had it all wrong! --- i was the luckiest person in the whole wide world to have gotten to be with her and i just.. i was a fucking coward who backed away when it truly meant something. and i know my father basically threatened to kick me out if i said anything but that was just an excuse , i get that now. i should’ve said something , god damn it should’ve gone on stage and yelled how the school’s most beautiful girl was dating me!! --- if only we could turn back time... ”  she wiped the tears away because where was the right to cry when she was the one who caused this pain. jamie knew the regret she’d live with would’ve been there her whole life and she it’s what she deserved for hurting the one person who loved her... 

#『 answered truthfully. 』 #chrmiran #the way i've been avoiding these questions bc jamie would rather die than talk about her flaws skdjfhkjsdhf #chrsab #sabrina i luv u ok #rosetrdr

[haseokth]

hi y’all so it’s been a hot minute & apologize to everyone i went mia with, last week was sorta a mental catastrophe for yours truly but we’re getting thru it♡ so actually i’ve taken a bit of time to revise some things about haseok and reconfigure his muse a bit — for those of you who are new i’m miya and hope ur all having a grand time here!! and for those of you who are not new i also have still condensed the following read more info as sort of a more up to date tl;dr of basic stuff about haseok in case you’re interested. i know there’s a new event happening which i’ll be looking into soon so hopefully some new plots can get developed but in the mean time here’s some nonsense. also feel free to add me on discord if u like @ miya#8158!!

timeline

completed kindergarten in korea (all in english), is sent to live with his aunt and uncle who live in london for elementary — middle school (2001-2010)

forced to return to korea for high school in 2011 (hannam class of 2014)

starts off a bit cold, distant with other kids because he’s got a gyopo accent/doesn’t want to be viewed as the ‘foreigner’ & is being forced against his will to even be there. doesn’t discuss his grades with anyone, becomes well known for never attending group projects. still manages to get good marks

becomes a cool kid fairly quickly, starts getting himself involved with underage smoking & drinking but in the classy too rich for his own good sorta way; starts sorta a closeted fwb thing?? with @chrtaehyun which really is a major catalyst for his present day gay crisis

gets into seoul national university (snu class of 2018)

cheats on his exam to get into medical school, rumors begin to surface that he cheats (someone tries to expose him — rose?) so he frames/blames it on someone else who scored above him so they lose their spot and he gets into the program with little blood on his hands

also got engaged to @chrsab in 2018 but will he ever truly pop the question? stay tuned

completing his residency (ending in 2022)

family related stuff

terribly dysfunctional relationships w/ both his younger siblings: cannot stand @chrhayoung because they’ve never gotten along and she knows his weakest points. and then there’s @chrhamin who is p much just a lost cause and embarrassment to himself and their family in his eyes tbh

sees himself as the only ‘valuable’ jin child, the other two were probably just their parents fucking up too much without using protection lmfao

poster boy for their family pr shit, always attends events just to take photos with old family friends and then go find a corner to sit in and drink alone probably

xtra

doesn’t really have any life dreams: he feels like anything he would’ve aspired to be was destroyed when he was ripped away from his life in london and has no way of ever getting that back so he just goes along with whatever his parents want him to do/be

comes from a really religious background but currently struggling w/ it because of shit with taehyun and also just using his engagement with sabrina to do whatever

has a taste for anything fancy and won’t settle for less. also has to do things in a very refined manner (ex. you always have to break your bread before you put butter on it sorta thing, always gets all of his clothes pressed and dry cleaned)

was a b*lly in high school :( his biggest target being @sunanchr because he thought he looked gay and was really just insecure about his own sexuality and lacked the sense of belonging so sunan was the perfect way to take out his issues on someone else<3

didn’t ask for an ass this fat

#* ooc #i'm side eyeing myself i feel like i'm forgetting something fdkjghdfjg

[sunanchr]

The gift feels heavy in his hand. Another mainstay tethering him to their metaphorical boat. It’s always that in his mind’s refuge. The two of them stranded amidst water that’s only deepening. A very blue abysm, whose alienation he doesn’t quite grasp until he’s turned over his shoulder, seen what’s unrecoverable, nonretractable. The permanent things, all surging like a torrential current, shoving them out somewhere no one else could really reach. 

The gift is an anchor in that sense. Makeshift and deployed yearningly, a (maybe mutual) plea that they stop where they are. That’s enough, they go no further, they stay right here. It means, however, that he sleeps on the boat, wakes up on the boat, in the blistering sun and the pouring rain. No longer adrift at sea but no closer to any shore. 

They’re just there. 

It’s an unremitting cycle the gift keeps him apart of. How could he ever leave when he’s there at the apartment door? Tiffany link bracelet boxed so cutely, even engraved (Shakespeare’s thirteenth sonnet, first line), staring narrowly as if the door were some impassable object. It wasn’t. He recollects this as he fishes out a copied key.

“Hey.” His greeting is cautious, aware, louder only in that moment. It’s their special rigmarole, walking away into a few, scattered days of silence, coming back unannounced. He had cried last time though; his shakiness now was in account of that. “Sorry,” volume settling once he’s neared a familiar living space. “I know I should’ve texted you back but I didn’t know what to say or how to say it over text, you know? It’s hard.” His pause is deliberate, gaze dropped to monitor his shoes as he removes them, navigating inner trepidation. “It still is hard, honestly. I know I don’t say it often but I do really lo—”

Another pause, the same apprehension swirling tumultuously into a very violent asphyxiation, stabbing once and digging the blade deep. His stare is even somehow chokingly lost, his mouth agape, unspeaking. Hansol ...  and Sabrina. A cake between them.

“What the fuck are you doing? What the fuck is this? Are you — ?” Dumbfounded, his accusations split between them scathingly. “Me? You do this to me?”

@chrbhs @chrsab

#chrbhs #chrsab #threads‚ chrbhs. #threads‚ chrsab.