𝖇𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖐𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖘

* ❥   ⁝   eyeing you

so when each of the other girls find themselves occupied with something else and slowly leave the table one by one, she finds herself doing the same, gathering enough courage to rise from her place and slowly make her way over to where he was standing. and there’s a part of her mind that wanders to the similarities of this situation to one in the past, one that didn’t end up working out all that well in the long run with an object of her affection, but sian says this time it’s different. for one, she truly has no idea who the man is ( and therefore can’t put him upon a pedestal ), two, she’s not drunk, not even really tipsy, but she has had some drinks in her system which is propelling her confidence; and three — my god, he’s even more striking up close. the smaller can’t help the way the grin spreads across her face once she’s in front of him, hands smoothing off the wrinkles in her ballgown, and she can only hope that she isn’t appearing creepy.

“hi there,” she greets, voice subdued at first, rising after she clears her throat lightly, “i couldn’t help but notice that you’ve been in that spot alone for a bit now. are you not having a good time, maybe? or are you waiting for someone?” she questions, eyes darting back and forth in wonder. you’re too handsome to be alone, she wants to say, but she tries for something else, “you should liven up! have some fun!”

being a wallflower meant usually that iseul liked not being at the forefront of things, despite what others might think of him as a cinth, and as someone in particular--with his type of face. in contrary, he rather liked putting himself out of harms way, whether it be with girls or with parties, and simply...to observe things around him that happens. he’s not usually the center of attention, having managed to mask himself over years of practice till no one really notices him..or so he thinks. 

so when a extra pretty girl comes and says hello, the first thing he does is to stare, feeling his face turn red at the attention, before ducking his head slightly and shaking his head softly to answer her question. 

“ its quite alright. i just like...” being a wallflower. his eyes flicker momentarily, flitting from her features to the rest of the crowd, teeth sinking into his bottom lip a little nervously as he contemplated what exactly to answer. “being alone.” an awkward laugh makes up a little for the space between them, and iseul curses lightly under his breath, knowing that he probably messed up introductions in this split moment of being utterly awkward. 

he offers her a slight smile, eyes creasing and lips tugging as he watched her with soft hazel eyes, letting a breath sink into his chest. 

❛ joyride —

turning the helmet around in her hands, she takes a moment to inspect it and figure out how exactly it should be worn, before putting it on. “am i doing this right?” pursing her lips questioningly, she turns to face iseul before a soft laugh escapes her at how embarrassed he seems to be about this. “i’m sure there are cooler people, of course, but none of them are my friend like you are!” she replies, a bright spark of enthusiasm in her eye, as she hums thoughtfully in response to his following question. “we could go for an aimless drive, i don’t mind going anywhere! or if you have any places you frequent that you’re willing to share with me, that works too!”

with a shake of her head, she slips on to the back of the motorbike. “i haven’t ridden one before, but it’s okay that it’s heavy! it’s not like that thing is going to be falling on me anyway… right?” she jests, eyes narrowing playfully at the other, but it quickly gives way to a smile again as she continues to joke with him. “because you’ll make sure that i’m safe? i’m trusting you with my life here, so just know that if i die, it’s on you.”

he chuckles--its a sad but kind reminder of the better days that he’s had as he watches her slip onto his motorbike, squeezing the helmet safely onto her head, the helmet squishing her cheeks together rather comically as he gently tried to stifle his laughter. “you did it right. your cheeks got a little squished.” he can’t help the temptation to reach out and poke her cheeks lightly out of pure, good fun. “you’re cute.” a lopsided smile flickers upon his lips as he shook his head lightly, a huff of laughter bubbling from his lips. “places that i frequent..huh..” he pursed his lips together thoughtfully. “and what if i’m an extremely boring person, and we end up next to the Han River tonight since you insisted on it being on places that i frequent?” he lightly teased, eyes twinkling lightly in the moonlight as he puffed a soft huff of air and shook his head. 

“but keeping you safe? that’s something i can make sure.” he turns slightly, reaching over to pat her lightly on the shoulders. “i do take care of people well after all.” he murmured, laughing a little awkwardly. “nothing cinth related, i can promise you that. i’m not one of them.” he instantly rejects the notion of being a cinth, setting them completely apart from each other as though he wasn’t even one in the first place. “and i don’t know how high your bar for cool friends is, because i never thought that owning a bike meant that i was, you know..cool.” he grinned, shaking his head slightly as a huff of laughter puffed from his lips. “honestly, its not even something cool after all, because i only managed to get this bike after saving up myself. i can’t really afford a car after all, so the motorbike sat as the second best alternative.” he definitely wasn’t going to tell her that he had learned how to ride one only after scrimping up to pay for the motorbike lessons, and only earning the money he had spent back after using his first motorbike to chauffeur himself around doing multiple odd jobs, just to stick around. 

“anyway, i do suggest going for an aimless ride.” he twists back slightly, smiling down at danbi as the bike purred to life beneath their seats, taking off slowly as he eased them onto the road. “the moon’s high and the wind’s nice, and rather than spending time by the Han River, i’d rather just aimlessly drive around the spectacular scenery, so hold on tight.” 

help him loosen up a bit and let this little angry boy just let go of things and have a little fun pls! xD

feel free to pop in on twitter or tumblr ims (i’m slow on this one because tumblr for some strange reason hasn’t been notifying me as it SHOULD)

&& welcome to hell, brother

the tension between them was apparent, and woojin felt the anxious stares of the other students. what an eyesore. he thought, already thinking of ways to get rid of the man that used to be his brother before he cut all ties to him and his old self. but for now he had to stay in his role as student president.

“take a seat first, my friend.” the corner of his lips curled into a smile as he gestured to one of the avaiable seats, but his eyes were as dead and jetblack as the day he had left iseul standing in the rain. “we’ll begin in a few minutes.” and with that he began his act of being the perfect student president, warm and friendly, even though a storm of disdain and loathing raged within him.

friend. the phrasing that made both his stomach sink and his stomach roil as his teeth ground against each other silently in deepened chagrin, and that pit of boiling rage that seemed harder and harder to quell these days. friend, brother. whatever. it takes a spare moment for him to gather his wits, to sink his nails into the palms of his hands, and like a coward that he is, avoid staring at those familiar dark eyes of his brother’s face. 

this is where they stand upon different ends of the road. the idealist, and the realist, like two different sides of a coin on a starkly different spectrum, listing over on each side like a boat yet to sink. the amount of disdain and loathing he senses in woojin’s voice, no matter how well concealed, passes over his own feelings, his arms folded before his own chest, a picture of settled serenity that mirrored woojin’s own upon his face. there was nothing that could unsettle him now, with the knowledge that woojin was in this school and this university that he was in--the worst had to be over with this revelation, even if it meant that he was going to spend his time in the meeting abandoned in his mind for thoughts and a panicked mode on how to deal with this situation in the first place.

there’s nothing like time that flies when you so desire it to, and it feels all to short a meeting when it ends, and iseul finally releases his clenched fist, a hiss of light pain passing through his teeth as he abruptly stands, ready to stalk out of his way through the door. 

of course, as if his day couldn’t get any better, in his absentmindedness, he knocks into the last person that he wishes that he ever did. the bump turns into a shove--probably because woojin’s shoulder was as hard as stone, but a soft umph escapes his lips, followed by a light frown, and iseul swallows slightly. 

Honesty Meme : Not Accepting

his brow twitches at the words of his older twin, watching with wary eyes as his fingers vaguely draw his attention away from both the sound of his voice and his words--through the ceaseless tapping of the tips of them on the table. 

“no.” words are precious commodities that he doesn’t like let leave his lips, turning few for words when he fails to have an answer or just doesn’t want to reply to the question that hangs off another’s lips. 

“no. you can have it for all i care, because i don’t give a fuck about it.”

iseul’s hogwarts moodboard ✨ , as requested by @sgndanbi 

whatever that had possessed him to invite serena out completely on a whim, iseul had no fucking idea. please--they hadn’t even had a relationship that iseul could even confidently say that they were friends in, it was such a strange notion to even minimally call them friends to the male, considering how fiscal their friendship was, as the secretary of the student government and the junior student government representative. already iseul could feel the curious stares, the lingering eyes and suspicious whispers that would wreak their havoc once serena strode out in all of her fucking glory, heeled shoes, tight skirts and all. 

already, the very thought of it nearly sent iseul sweeping up his hand in absolute mental agony, bouncing almost nervously on his feet as he fought between himself the battle of fight or flight, his nerves increasing as he rehearsed woodenly to himself--internally of course, the first words that he’d say to serena upon her dramatic arrival. 

right. and here she comes.

he watches as she strides forward, purpose filled steps and all, and for once the words that he swore not to say in order to make things more awkward parts his lips and falls from his very mouth.

“......hi. serena.” its a good five minutes after it registers that he’s said the worst thing that he could have ever started a conversation with serena with, his mouth sliding open slightly like a gaping fish out of water, before clamping his lips shut in consternation, ears burning red like coals plucked out of a raging fire. “uh. hm. shall we..go?” he wonders if she’s heard that he’s planned their day from head to toe, the memory of frolicking puppies in a pet shelter causing the corners of his lips to twist upwards in a slightly wayward smile, affectionate and tender. 

“i hope you’re good with rambunctious puppies.” he tilts his head slightly, stuffing his hands slightly in his pockets as they slowly made their way to his bike in the distance. “and that you’re fine with riding motorbikes. if not...we can just call for a cab.” there was no way he was going to suggest that they take the public transport to serena. perhaps renting a cab would have been much better, even if it stretched his monthly expenses to the limit. “what do you say to that?”

❛ joyride —

it takes her a while to put a name to the face in this darkness, but after some time, she recognizes him, so she decides to approach him to say hi. “iseul, is that you? and holy shit, is that a… motorbike?” she gasps, eyes lighting up as she makes his way towards him. “oh my god, it is!” her mouth hangs agape in awe as she looks between the bike and iseul. she has seen the other around at a few cinth parties and they have spoken a few times to each other, but not once has danbi ever expected that koo iseul, of all people, would be one to own a motorbike. it’s a little shocking, to say the least, but she does find it pretty darn cool. “wow, that is so cool, will you give me a ride? wait — scratch that, because i’m not taking no for an answer. come on, give me a ride!”

responding to girls especially after a cinth party has never been a big part of iseul’s life before. he always got attention because of his looks, but then again, most often realised that he slinked away inbetween breaks or basically whenever he could make his escape. iseul didn’t like parties. for god’s sake, there were so many other things that he could do. like for instance, studying in the library. and keeping to himself to ensure that he wouldn’t get smacked around by one of woojin’s minions again. besides, he wasn’t really looking for a relationship, or for a girl’s heart to break. 

so when danbi suddenly pops out of nowhere, iseul nearly screams, just barely catching himself as he pats his chest to calm his racing heart, pupils blown wide and breath slightly hitched as he pauses slightly over his bike, a slightly embarrassed smile flickering across his lips as he notes her enthusiasm. “it’s..not that great.” he flushes across his cheeks as a hand raises to run through his hair, a nervous chuckle bubbling from his lips. he had been so sure that he’d parked his motorbike in the most inconspicuous place ever known to all cinth men, only for danbi to chance upon him just as he was getting ready to sneak away. 

the way she had bounced ever so excitedly upon seeing his motorbike pickled a sense of bitter sadness within his chest just as it did recall fond and sweet memories of his effervescent younger sibling--or rather, woojin’s younger sister now. he shook his head slightly, a slight twist at the corners of his mouth as his lips slid upwards in a slight smile, tossing danbi the other helmet that he had always kept in the storage compartment of his bike. 

“wear that properly and i can take you for a ride.” his cold eyes soften just a little at the smile on her face, a small but breathy chuckle bubbling from his lips before fading away. “i’m sure there’s a lot of people who have motorbikes that are far cooler than i am, danbi.” he brushes his hair lightly out of his eyes, blinking slightly up at the brighter light that the girl was basking in. “i was planning to go for a nice ride anyway, having another for company isn’t too bad a thought at all. did you have anywhere that you wanted to go? or shall we just aimlessly drive?” he grinned slightly at the thought, putting down his guard for a rare moment to smile at danbi. “ah, that’s right. need some help with that?” he pointed slightly to the helmet that he had tossed her. “i forgot to ask if you’ve..you know, ridden a motorbike before. and its kinda heavy too, if you get what i mean.” he rambles unconsciously, flushing heatedly as he shuffled slightly in place. 

&& welcome to hell, brother

slowly others came in, greeting him and took seat at their respective places. with a smile he replied to them, even started to engage in some small talk as there was still some time before the actual meeting started. he stopped, when a familiar looking face entered. for a moment he paused in his conversations and stared at him, jetblack eyes flickering dangerously. then he got up from his seat and approached the newbie, offering a hand in greeting. “hello, i suppose you are one of the newcomers? <i>pleased</i> to meet you. i am kang woojin.”

life--was always cruel, but even more so towards those that were kind of heart and gentle of soul. it was something that iseul understood more than most, having been through almost everything that he had, left behind and scarred by those of greed and desire. entering seongnam had been a stroke of luck caused by his own hardwork, only for his dreams to shatter into pieces upon realisation that a hierarchy of money and greed still existed within the walls of the school’s society.

it was only confirmed when he walked into the student government society and was met with the jetblack eyes of someone that he long hoped not to remember. kang woojin. that was what everyone knew him as. and his brother, as he knew of him many years ago, when he had been left behind in that lonesome rain as he watched him enter the rich car and cruise off to the appled tree life of the rich. 

“ pleased to meet you too.” he firmly shakes his brother’s hand, corners of his lips trembling as he felt woojin grip his hand tightly, bones creaking beneath his grasp as he lifted his hazel eyes to gaze back firmly at woojin. “ ...i’m koo iseul. though i’m sure that as president, you would have already made an effort to know.” his voice filters through the room quietly, almost like the barest ripple in a pool of stagnant water, as though nothing could possibly affect him--even as his insides churned with terror and hatred that slowly burned his veins. 

honesty meme asks -- still accepting

...he can’t tell if woojin is joking or not. its not a nice prank to pull or a joke to play, whether the other male is serious or not. “i haven’t thought of the answer to that question yet.” he always seemed to have issues with deciding things when it came to woojin. they were brothers--that was always going to be something that would hold him off from doing anything far too excessive and unforgivable towards woojin, even with all the beatings and all the angered mistreatments that he received from his brother in his own eyes. “ that’s going to be the truth that you get until i’ve actually thought of the answer. but as of now? its a no. and i highly doubt that you even would consider it as an option with how well we’re getting along with each other, isn’t it?”  the corners of his lips barely twitch upwards as his eyes flickered.

Honest Meme Asks -- Still Accepting

its a long question that he has to ponder, the stillness of his own silence deeply discomforting as he doesn’t look up to face woojin, knowing that what lay within the other male’s eyes was something that he would rather not see. “hatred would be a strong word for it. more rather of a mutual dislike.” he credits himself for not moving an inch of his facial muscles as he barely looks up as he responds to the question. his lips purse thinly for a moment. “mutual dislike. that’s all. i don’t think there’s hate.” he’s answered it as truthfully as he possibly could. even with all the things between them, iseul supposed that he still retained that soft heartedness that was pertained to the kind heart that beat in his chest. a foolish choice, considering how badly woojin had always treated him--but they were blood no matter how much either of them had come to reject it, and that wasn’t going to change. 

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