* unconditional.

“i think i would fuck @yhecho. we have this flirty sort of thing going on, kind of want to explore that a bit more...”

“don’t see myself settling down anytime soon, and i’m still on the fence about getting married. but if i had to, i would want to marry my best friend, @yhsohee. i don’t think she’d want to marry me, though.”

i’ve also added a relationships page, and a few more plots. check them out if you’d like!

@yhsujin​

it was a risky late-night hook-up for the woman he came to visit at starlight complex, but simply a business meeting for him. that was typically how it went: seduction over drinks and a “want to go back to my place?” that leaves the powerful person satisfied and yearning to return the favor. it went well, and he was happy. fresh out of the shower with his one-night-stand, he got dressed and left her with a kiss to seal the deal, lying about a morning meeting in the city to get out of spending the night.

once he’s at the elevators, the doors slide open to reveal sujin standing inside, immediately giving her one of those quick half-smiles that you give to strangers as he strolled in. he never met her officially, but caught glances of her from time to time around the neighborhood, and her energy never sat well with him. maybe she just reminded him of a vague someone from his past, or maybe she was just too different from most of the other girls that resided at the hill — too raw and too real for his own stuffy comfort.

regardless, he’d never think twice about sharing something as thoughtless as an elevator ride. with the button for the ground floor already pressed and the doors sweeping shut, he simply stands there, soft muzak filling the empty space like white noise.

there’s a long moment of normalcy before the elevator shrieks out a loud beep and comes to a sudden stop, almost bringing jinho to the floor. the room goes pitch-black for a moment before the emergency lights flicker on at the bottom of the elevator, giving him just enough light to look over at sujin as he mutters, “oh, fucking perfect.”

for the most part, he stays calm — getting all worked up wouldn’t do either of them any good, and he was under the assumption that someone would figure out the situation soon enough. his first thought is to pull out his phone, only to find that he has no service, giving a defeated sigh as he slips the useless brick back in his pocket.

the way her phone pings so soon after he sends off his text should’ve been a red flag, and for anyone else, it would’ve been a red flag, but jinho sort of... had his head in the clouds, if you will. he was slow to pick up on things sometimes, and even when she laughs bitterly, absolutely nothing clicks.

"huh?” he’s confused at first, but the mention of the name taeri stirs his brows to raise and his heart to skip a beat, excitement from the night morphing into an embarrassing situation right before his very eyes. “uh... how do you...” his initial thought is that this was a set-up, some complicated blackmail attempt by someone he’d wronged... which says quite a bit about his track record when it came to interactions with people on the hill.

but this was junghwa he was talking about — and again, he didn’t know her very well, but she didn’t seem like the type to go so far out of her way to get him into this sort of predicament. plus, what could possibly be in it for her?

so, he quickly lands on the much more logical ( and obvious ) explanation — she was the elusive, sexy woman he’d been talking to. shit, shit, shit. he can’t help but laugh a bit at his stalling before he finally confesses, “yeah, i’m haneul. hope you’re not, uh, too disappointed.” mostly joking, he gives a light smile, trying his best not to let the awkward tension rise. even though this was an unexpected twist, he did find junghwa quie attractive, so why not make the most of the night?

it’s the way that wonjae acts like he’s so unbothered, like he could care less how his actions affect others, that really boils jinho’s blood. “you never had to ask me, that’s the point! and even with your embarrassing antics, i always stood by you, because you’re my brother. but this... this is too much. how am i supposed to get you out of this one? huh?” he looks at the other with raised eyebrows before adding, “everyone is talking about you, wonjae! you could go to jail!”

jinho is trying his best to listen to what his brother is saying, but all he sees is red. the first few times he had to bail him out weren’t too bad, even the last few times were forgivable to some degree... but selling ecstasy? just the thought of getting caught up in his mess once again is simply infuriating.

he walks up to wonjae with a scoff, almost disgusted by his blatant audacity. so the rumors were true, go figure. “pathetic? i’m acting pathetic? you’re the one sitting in here like a loser, strumming on your stupid ass guitar.” jinho grabs the instrument tightly by its neck, only one insult away from destroying it. his voice grew louder, angrier. “you’d think you’d be more talented, all the time you spend playing this fucking thing.”

truthfully, jinho thought that wonjae was talented, and often wished that he would pursue music more diligently — but jinho also knew that harsh words would chew his brother up much worse than punches ever could.

he moves in close, his face only inches away from the other as he viciously spouts, “i’m so sick of hearing you play your shitty music, i’m sick of watching you walk around here like you don’t care about anything, and i’m sick of having to clean up behind your decisions. you are the most selfish person i know, wonjae, and you’ll never, ever get a ‘thank you’ out of me, so don’t fucking count on it.”

honesty hour: accepting!

“i wish i was a little more selfish, and put myself before others. i think my life would be a hell of a lot easier if i knew how to say ‘no’ to people. i also wish i cared less, was more of an asshole. i mean, i definitely have my moments, i’m not perfect, but  — sometimes i give way too much of a fuck about things i shouldn’t concern myself with.”

honesty hour: accepting!

@wonjaeyh​

it was normal for gossip to be thrown around the hill, but jinho took these rumors with a grain of salt. however, when he gets a text from his friend haneul that wonjae has been dealing mdma, he feels a rage that bubbles within his entire being, a rage he hadn’t felt since the last time his sibling was the talk of the neighborhood.

absolutely furious, he storms into wonjae’s room, practically kicking the door down as he barked, “what the fuck, wonjae? mdma?” by this point, jinho is almost afraid to move closer, fearful for what he’d do next. “if you only knew the lengths i go to keep your fucking name out of people’s mouths —” he catches himself, not wanting to disclose the years of begging, blackmailing, even performing sexual favors, all in a desperate attempt at keeping wonjae’s name, and the family name, decent enough to show their faces in this town.

jinho’s heart aches, aches so much that he can’t even look at his younger brother, and he feels like a complete fool for going the lengths that he’s gone to protect him.

“i honestly don’t even care if it’s true.” his voice calms down just a bit, each word backed with pain. hurt. “it’s the fact that you do the shit that you do, that people can actually believe it, that i actually believe it...”

he looks into the younger man’s eyes for answers before he mutters,

@yhsohee​

the atmosphere in the room was hazy and light, exactly what you’d expect from two people who had been attached by the hip for most of their lives. they had agreed on a last-minute game night at her place, but the cards in front of them were barely being touched as their alcohol-fueled ramblings took center stage, like always.

“remember that one time when i tripped off of the pier, and yena just watched me fall? she didn’t even call for help or anything, she’s such an ass!” he can barely finish talking before he’s heaving out a breathy laugh, grinning from the memory. “that was such a fun summer, wasn’t it? no responsibilities...” his gaze lowers down to the wine glass that’s gently swiveling around in his hand, nostalgia overwhelming him. but as he looks back on all of the times they’ve shared, the more he wants to stop himself from confessing, wanting to keep things airy and easy like they’d always been. he’d hate to throw his truth out on the table and lose the most important friendship in his life. but he’ll never get his answers if he doesn’t try, right?

( ...right? is there really no other way? )

he grows quiet as he contemplates for one more moment, looking up at her soon after. “so, i... i wanted to tell you something. but first, promise that you won’t freak out.” he takes one last sip of wine, and it doesn’t do much to help the nerves that were suddenly shaking within him, but the buzz is giving him a boost of courage, at least.