~SF9~

rowoon: taeyang-ah i love you

taeyang: ?…

rowoon: chanhee-yah i love you

we know this is going to be a huge mess but here we go anyway

so, as I said, a huge mess

very very loud

thinks he’s thug

throws the craziest parties 

despite being loud, he’s very reserved 

looks hot 

and then he starts talking and you realise he’s an idiot 

sexy when he decides to be 

really hot when he’s drunk 

a huge flirt when drunk 

and when sober 

you’d asssume he faints when he sees blood 

but he doesn’t 

takes some really cool photos 

dirty mouth 

doesn’t own a car but you’ll never see him on the bus 

does stupid shit 

bold 

running his hands trough his hair 24/7 

never sits properly 

knows all the tea and spills it if asked 

unfunny 

but thinks he’s funny 

never stops talking 

talks in his sleep 

“Ah, girls, I like those”

makes out a lot 

doesn’t remember the names of half the people he’s made out with 

became famous for making out with some girl during Psychology class 

his room is mess 

never bothers to clean after himself 

wears flip-flops which totally kill the vibe 

leather jacket + flip-flops = people telling him to go home 

teases everyone 

people think he can’t even get angry 

they’re right, he doesn’t get angry, he gets furious 

he’s either a sunshine or satan 

there’s no inbetween 

you were one of the few people who has ever seen him angry 

it happened during the winter 

your older brother had done some really stupid things again and you were on your way to pick him up 

you were still in high school back then 

you got out of the taxi and walked towards the abandoned building when you heard your brother scream out in pain 

so you ran in search for him 

when you found him, he was lying in a puddle of blood on the floor, Dawoon’s foot on his head 

you gasped at the sight 

Dawoon looked at you, his eyes were like ones of a wild animal, hands in fists, jaw clenched

you stepped back 

“He’s not dead, but if I see his face one more time, he will be”

He walked past you with his hands in his front pokers and a cold expression, his hair falling on his eyes 

from then on, you saw him in your nightmares 

one day your brother was supposed to pick you up from school but instead of him, it was Dawoon on the drive’s seat 

you tried to jump out of the car when you saw him, but he locked your door 

“No, no, no, you ain’t going anywhere, pumpkin”

“W-where’s my brother?”

“Lying on his bed unconcious”

“W-why?”