smack a bitch

👯‍♀️A SUPPORTIVE TEXT.

(TXT: cyka blyat): your punches have improved(TXT: cyka blyat): I AM IMPRESSED(TXT: cyka blyat): BUT YOUR STANCE IS STILL SHIT LIKE YOU(TXT: cyka blyat): ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ(TXT: cyka blyat): im trying to be supportive cAN YOU TELL??????????

🥴 A DRUNK TEXT.

it was certainly turning out to be a party, soyi couldn’t say she expected anything less. thankfully, she was in the know and that meant a world of difference, it was funny to watch people when they were drunk, make a fund game of finding someone sober. along with the fact that they talked a lot more and a lot loudly than they probably meant when they were shit faced. all she really had to do was walk around and listen, barely even asking a question. ( drunk people really didn’t understand the concept of whispering. ) 

and the night was made better when she heard kai’s voice behind her. “grandma’s can still enjoy and drink or two.” the name didn’t bother her at all, in fact she found it endearing coming for him. plus, he was too funny to really get mad at. “you did drink to much.” if it wasn’t obvious by his actions, his questions was enough for anyone to figure it out. “because i like it, also, why would i bring a child to this type of party?” then she paused,  “please, let’s skip out on the talks.” 

"you’re right.. you are very right..” he nods, slowly, faking his soberness. sometimes people had a difficult time trying to differentiate between the real sober him and the fake sober him. it was a very fine line between the two. for one, he screams a lot, unsolicited screaming was a skill set he paraded around proudly. “you better be careful and not drink too much grandma, might get a heart attack and who knows what creep would try to cpr you.” the sentence sounded much more sincere in his mind that it had leaving him. 

the party had barely started and here he was already feeling the haziness creep up into his brainy parts and if he could recall, he remembered slapping a few people on the way in. they were all uncalled for, but what was a party if not for random unsolicited slapping? he turns, too quickly for his brain to register that someone was standing behind him, his ahjumma’s white outfit seemed to be a little too extra for the event as he was only wearing the bear minimum to get him into the venue. he had a full suit on earlier, only to be ripped off as a black tshirt tucks messily into matching black pants. his jacket and button down shirt having gone missing amidst his drinking and head banging people. 

Was he good?! Oh, no sarcasm here. Simon genuinely wasn’t sure. It had been so long since he’d been in an actual altercation (and not just a drunken screaming match) and turns out he was getting his arse handed to him on a silver platter with a side of kimchi, extra fries, and two bowls of shaved ice. He was a lover not a fighter! He couldn’t quite remember what had started the fight, something about a girl leaving the Cinth house the night before. How was he supposed to know she had a boyfriend that knew muay thai?! Nevertheless, in true Simon fashion, he must’ve said something to set the guy off. Thankfully, a good samaritan had jumped in to diffuse the scuffle, saving Simon a rib or two.

He swiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, calculating in his head just how much alcohol he’d need to wash the taste of copper from his mouth. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t consider the other’s proposal, letting a few glorious seconds pass before offering a curt, “Nah.” He dusted himself off a bit and lumbered toward the crumbled heap of a man below. “I think he’s had enough. Maybe I should call his girl though, she’s gonna have to take him to the hospital with a broken leg like that.” What broken leg, you may ask? In one swift movement, he raised the heel of his laced combat boot and brought it down onto his assailants leg with a satisfying crunch. So much for being a lover.

kaiser bends down slightly to observe the other’s expression, his foot still on the other’s throat, squinting slightly as a lightbulbs appears atop his head. this was the same guy that tried to steal his notes the other day, and as the other gave him a good broken leg, kaiser gives the other an equally rough kick to the rib, hearing him groan and scream, squirming about the floor. “now his got a broken rib too.” a chuckle leaving him, rather satisfied, what a small world. to think the same thief would have ran into him today, fighting someone else, who rarely appears to be in favour of kaiser. 

she just nods in response, the thought crossing her mind that maybe he didn’t want her help, or just didn’t want to talk. yeonhee spends most of her days trying to build bridges and connections with other people, but she hardly ever stops to consider that maybe she’s building them by herself, on space that isn’t her’s to tread on, and sometimes the abrupt reminder snaps her back to reality and leaves her with a sort of disappointing whiplash. so maybe he’s not ecstatic about her help, or at least that’s what it seems like, but she had barged into a room as a stranger extending services for no real reason. of course she did want to help, but even if that was the main reason she can’t deny the underlying current of curiosity that seemed to lay beneath.

“i saw you help that person.” she answers in a way that’s simple enough as she takes the bandaid from him, holding each end with her fingertips as she moves to sit next to him. her parents had made sure her upbringing was sheltered, with every movement planned and every moment picture perfect, so things like fighting had been almost a myth to her, something she saw only from a distance and never up close. by every measure she should be more scared, she should turn around and walk away from the situation the way she was always told. but yeonhee only felt herself more drawn into it with a peculiar kind of interest. her mother liked to say she attracted trouble, and maybe this was why, because she felt a pull into the unknown. “was he your friend?”

she concentrates more than she probably needs to considering it’s just a bandaid, leaning in and fingers lightly touching his face as she lines it up to his wound. but now that she had inserted herself and her help, the last thing she would want to do is mess it up and look like a complete idiot. and just when she thinks that maybe he just doesn’t want to talk to her, his question makes her brighten again. it’s so slight, a blink and you’ll miss it situation, but she contains herself to a small tug at the corners of her lips. “study, i’m a pre med major.” unfortunately, she wanted to add, but that didn’t seem like a appropriate time or place. she puts the bandage on, pressing it softly before relaxing back to her seated position. “working here doesn’t sound bad though, except then you would have to pay me for putting on that bandaid.”

as she speaks again, eyes widen slightly, help? surely, he hadn’t helped anyone. right? fighting has always been a way for him to express himself, from his fight with his own father before leaving for south korea, to that time he had punched his substitute in the face. the aftermath, oddly enough, bought him a sense of solace. he found calmness and light hints of peace afterwards, his system flushed with adrenaline that for a moment, just a moment, he felt as though all the worries in the world melted away. her voice speaks again, and he turns to her this time, shaking his head, “never met him in my life. do you?”

he feels her fingers against his face, his spine tensing as he feels goosebumps surfacing, trying his best to remain still and not overreact. “oh, same. i don’t think i’ve seen you in any of my classes befo—” he pauses, mentally answering his own question. it was because he never turned up to any of his classes, he watched the recorded lectures from home, only attending the classes that had mandatory attendance, avoiding the ones where optional was highlighted in fluorescent yellow. he hated group work, class discussions and things of the like, a part of him was aware and afraid that if he had spent too much time outside of the confines of his room, he would end up in some kind of altercation, jeopardising all the hard work he had put into studying medicine and psychology. thoughts that scarcely ever left him. “...to think i’m going into graduate school next year... what a joke.” a half hearted chuckle leaving him.

GHOST DO EXIST. lily wasn’t delusional, kai just enjoyed being a pain in her ass the majority of the time. paranormal events do occur, and there were countless sightings of them in different places all over the world. there has been countless reports of the said abandon how they were currently in front of from different students attending seongnam, therefore she found this to be the perfect opportunity to drag kai along with her to prove to him that enitites are definitely A THING. 

“ you consider this a nice house ? i’ve lived in better… ” she stated, her gaze moving over the abandon structure that look like it could fall apart at any moment. the boards sticking up all over, vines that have taken over the house. the place was a mess, and the atmosphere around it didn’t help either. something seemed off about the place – even from the outside of it. maybe it was just her being too invested in the whole aspect of the paranormal, or there could really be something evil lurking within the house.  “ you know… ” she starts as she recalls a story that someone sent into the club before she decided to come and check the place out. “ there has been stories of people hearing sounds coming from this house. even sighting in the windows, maybe its a shadow, maybe not ? who knows until we find out. not all the time entities that reside within places come out if we just ask them, it’s all based on luck. ” she finished, getting her equipment ready as kai found a way to make his entrance in. 

she couldn’t help but have a coughing spell as particles flew out from the entry way , making it to her nose and mouth. she was sure she inhaled about a good chuck of it from now being warned about what he was about to do. 

“ don’t be a wuss, just ignore the spiders and go in… ” she moved past him into the house, watching her step on the porch to not step on a nail or cave into it. the house was indeed dilapidated, the structure looked as if it hasn’t been cared for in over a decade possibly. the wallpaper was nearly off the walls, the smell of dust and just old furniture and dampness filled her nose as well. there could have been a possiblity of mold and she was not about to take a risk. good thing she was always prepared as she took out a masked and handing it out to the younger. “ put this on. ” she told him as she went to put hers on as well, starting to venture further into the corridors. 

ghosts do not exist. now that, that’s out of the way, again. we can begin to dissect the words that leave the other, leaving kaiser on the brink of laughter. although, he tries his best to suppress and conceal the havoc of a giggling mess that was on the precipice of breaking free, he allows a mere grin to grow across his features. “yea exactly. based on luck, it’s not very consistent is it? shadows? figures? pfft... the human mind does that sometimes when your mind tries to purposely finds things, you know? like ghosts?” a hand moves to point at his temples, signifying his brain, in other words, telling her to think more before throwing out random jokes about this nice house. 

his hand waves around a little more, the other coming to shield at his nostrils and mouth, “excuse you, lady but spiders can actually kill you, unlike your other imaginary friends.” he takes the mask from her, placing it over his features, as he adjusts it accordingly. “do you have those radio thingies that lets spirits communicate with you?” he saw it once in a youtube video, and scientifically, he could debunk the entire apparatus in the name of science. same thing with those torches that presumably market themselves as ghost gear, he rolls his eyes involuntarily at the thought of these toys being sold at such a high price for idiots like clown noona, idiots like him who have chosen to venture out into the wilderness in search of spirits.

he digs into the back of his pocket, retrieving a pair of surgical gloves he had thought to bring with himself, old places like this were known to be infested with various bugs and insects, even bacteria that could very likely send him straight to hell. he bends over, grabbing what seems like a broken radio antenna, waving it at the spider webs that clog the corridors. “you want gloves?” he offers her a pair, before heading deeper down the corridors. 

“my niece will be back in one piece.” she didn’t even bother to look at him but her tone was final. 

honestly, she had checked in and out of kai’s dramatics. that was all it was. “you need to relax and you’re not a fetus.” no matter how many times he wanted to convince himself he was. he wasn’t, he was on the edge of being an adult and now he needed to deal with it. “are you finished with your capitalist society rant?” because that the funniest part of the entire thing, how tried to detail her focus. “i’m sure senna will be able to tame you and keep you on track, not all kids are whiny brats.” senna thankfully, was above all of that. “she’ll have money for whatever she wants, and i’ll give you something for watching her but it isn’t as big of a deal as you want it to be, you’ll both do fine." 

sHe WiLl bE bAcK iN oNe PiEcE. he rolls his eyes, “yea sure, whatever you say old lady.” a blanket statement agreeing to all her listed demands, it wasn’t like he had an option. despite, thinking and knowing that he was way too immature to be supervising another small human being, he knew that what the old lady had to say was for his own good. he needed some responsibility in his life, and ever since picking up boxing, the presidency and management of the entire team really showed him to better manage his anger and emotions. he has even started to communicate with people without punching them, what an improvement.

     ( outgoing … unknown number ) ✦ listen stranger im just an innocent man why would u want me to be obliterated??????????? ✦ toilet corward????? ✦ WHWHHAHTHTTT DONT U HAVE ANATOMY MODELS FOR THAT WHY MEEKLADKADG ✦ i think im good tho i just drank like 3 milkis and it kinda helped ✦ what do u take for an upset stomach given by too much spice. what helps with that. askin for a friend…

NAMIL: SHE'S A NORMAL AMOUNT OF NAKED. WHY ARE YOU SO WEIRD ABOUT THIS?

NAMIL: my poor tut being judged harshly...how dare you -_-

NAMIL: also, yes, i've been trying to think how i would logistically go about buying a space for a cat strip club...what bank would actually loan me the money

NAMIL: kai.....please put a wig on her...she'd be oh so cute

KAISER: i can loan u the money

KAISER: although, i'd like no part in the making of ur naked cat strip club because said naked cat makes me uncomfortable!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

KAISER: she'd look like a naked stripper cat with a wig on, hOW IS ANY PART OF THAT CUTE?????????????????//

          when he had first met kaiser, it was at one of those dinners that folk like his parents had dragged him to, and it was no different for kaiser, so it seemed. they bonded over their mutual hate for fancy dinners and the amount of effort that goes into pretending to be happy. shin’s given up on that nowadays, his philosophy stems from being his true self, or at least attempting to, anyway. and from there, he discovered kaiser was going to snu, and not long after that, how much trouble he would cause, meetings one after the other seemingly hours a part, it became a full time job looking after him but if shin wasn’t the one to get kaiser out of trouble, who would? 

          he apologises on behalf of the other, reiterating the same lines that he always does to the guidance officer, he’s in a new place, cut him some slack. i’ll take responsibility for his actions. and always receiving the no, that’s unnecessary mr. tsai, we’ll let him off this time. please, make sure this doesn’t happen again. in which it always does. 

          as he closes the door behind him, leaving the office and kaiser asking about his suspension, shin shakes his head, a slight roll of his eyes as he speaks, ❝ no, you’re not but the next time you punch someone you might. ❞ a hand raises to gently smack the side of the other’s head. ❝ or at least be smart about it, get them in the ring. ❞

a sigh of relief leaving him immediately upon the other’s reply, feeling the smack against his head as he shudders for a moment, perking back up, “isn’t it your job to get me out of trouble anyway? why are you complaining? put your presidency to good use.” he frowns, crossing his arms before his chest, like the immature man-child that he is. “none of them would enter the ring, i have to catch them off guard during their breaks. cowards...” he mutters beneath his breath. 

“what’d you tell them anyway? how come none of my excuses work, but yours does? is it because you’re a lawyer? that favouritism is kinda shitty.” 

if it weren’t for shin, he may have been sent back to germany under the same pretenses that he had first arrived in seongnam university. suspended and expelled from almost every school in germany, with a few exceptions though they were all not to the standard of his parents’ wants and needs, the want to send him to a good school to be a good person and the need to declare some sort of victory to those who lacked what they possessed. yet, their son had failed them on both accounts, he was here doing all the same things he had done in germany, only this time, he had friends who kept him from suspension.

white fire

-> @sgnkai

sehun’s gaze narrowed at the person standing across the room, one of those sensations of ripe irritation swelling inside of him. they had dared to relay a tale of one of sehun’s trysts, laughing at how his standards seemed to slip when he’d had a bit too much to drink. as it happened, sehun merely snorted and offered one of his usual flippant insults, but he was not one to pass things off so easily, at least when they’d be so easy to ruin for a night. it wasn’t that anyone would be surprised at sehun’s more lascivious reputation, but some people simply rubbed him the wrong way and he could only dream of grating their face with his fist.

but sehun couldn’t get his hands dirty, it was too much of a chore when so many others could be used for the same job. parties were always filled with those wanting to impress and get on his good side. with a quick survey of the crowd, his gaze landed on kaiser, and he nodded almost imperceptibly to himself. he drained the remainder of his drink, and found his way to the other student. they knew each other, and kaiser was easy to manipulate; all too eager to please.

“hey, kai,” he greeted, his tone taking on a softer, more lilting edge that he tended to use when he was trying to get his way. sehun was a man of many tactics. “i’m happy to see you here...enjoying yourself? i was, but some people like to overstep their boundaries...they need to be put in their place, you know what i mean?” he asked, still maintaining some semblance of friendship and lightness.

sehun was someone he had met through jongin-senpai, the wing that had spread across his back since he had arrived at seongnam. perhaps, it was his reputation that preceded him. the constant reassurance that suspension or a slight slap on the wrist, detention was up ahead. his blade collection, an arsenal of weaponry that adorned the walls of his apartment, to the very fists that he had managed to perfect from punching students to professors to his own father. bellicose, ran synonymous with his name, he had no clear mind nor any rationality that coursed through his veins. he was simple minded, and straight to the point. no filter, no restraints, no orders. 

fingers coming to tap against the counter, debating whether or not to throw back another shot. he frowns for a moment, as a voice comes to interrupt him, he turns, a brow raising, knowing immediately that sehun is here to ask for something from him. his useful, irrational, though useful. though, none of that warrants his stupidity, he was aware, but he chooses to ignore that rationality behind it. shin tells him he has to think more, to have the thought process three times over before acting. such a strenuous task to do, despite his own psychology textbooks demanding him to do so for a healthier mental state. he was everything but that. 

     he’s been working at his kitchen table quietly, a furrow in his brow and his fingers tapping away rapidly as he types up his report. it’s the last papers of his undergraduate degree and he wants to ace them, despite already being accepted into graduate school for the spring semester. the beeping of buttons breaks the silence and he jerks his head up in bewilderment, squinting at his door hesitantly. the beep of buttons continues and he hears a heavy thud against the door. he stands up with a frown, making his way towards the door. 

      the shout that comes from the other side of the door startles him momentarily, and he jerks back, his hand touching the door gently. he groans a bit as he recognizes the voice. none other than his neighbor. the interactions with kaiser have not gone all that well since he and hana had broken off their year long relationship in february, the younger male seeming to view the situation largely as seungwoo’s fault. well, kaiser had always liked hana better.

      with a heavy sigh, he raises a hand to the handle, mentally preparing himself to open the door. he’s about to unlock it when he hears the plaintive begging outside the door and his lips quirk up in faint amusement. well, at least he’d begged. unlocking the door and swinging it open, he stares down at kaiser. “you know, this isn’t your apartment…”

as the door opens, a sense of both shock and relief wash over him. has this smart door feature always been implemented without his knowledge, or had his parents hired a butler and sent them his way. an excuse to survey his actions, even overseas. he frowns immediately as a voice starts to speak, “shut up, you’re just a door...” a hand comes to clumsily push the other’s shoulder, wobbling his way to their couch. still not having registered that there was a full functioning human occupying the space that wasn’t his. 

“since... since when did these dorms have smart doors? do these rooms have smart windows too? oof...” words, slurring as he falls back onto the couch, limbs sprawled across it, arms and legs dangling off the edges and long limbs would lethargically lay at rest. 

he remembers the first time he had met seungwoo, it was through hana. she was the sister that he had never gotten, almost like a mother who didn’t neglect him, she fulfilled so many positions in his life that he had never thought could be filled. she signed papers for him, to get out of suspension, helped him with school work as he fell behind from always ending up in the student government office. she was that faint light of hope that shed across the obsidian haze, that was his ever downward spiralling life. 

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(TXT: BESCHÜTZE KLEINER AITO): LIL AITO WHERE ARE YOU(TXT: BESCHÜTZE KLEINER AITO): wow lil aito(TXT: BESCHÜTZE KLEINER AITO): sounds like a rap name(TXT: BESCHÜTZE KLEINER AITO): or a street name(TXT: BESCHÜTZE KLEINER AITO): HAVE YOU BEEN OUT ON THE STREETS GETTING STREET CRED WITHOUT MY KNOWLEDGE(TXT: BESCHÜTZE KLEINER AITO): YOU KNOW IT’S UNSAFE YOU HAVE TO TELL ME THESE THINGS LIL AITO

NAMIL: she's fine just the way she is, which is just a normal amount of naked. think of her like those short-haired cats or whatever

NAMIL: if you keep harping on it, i'll have her follow you around the dorm the next time you're over

KAISER: WHAT DO U MEAN SHES A NORMAL AMOUNT OF NAKED, SHES FULLY NAKED LOOK AT HER NAKED BODY THERES NOT EVEN A STRAND OF HAIR NO EYEBROWS NOTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

KAISER: have you thought about the cat strip club