the purpose of this blog is just a place to keep all of the reaction gifs i have saved. i don't care...

how could he not? she was the culprit of why on earth jaehyun had a make-shift cupid diaper [ out of some shabby pillow case ] on. with underwear underneath, you perverts. it was the 14th of fucking february and he deemed himself as doomed to spend it with this lil shit. well, it was his liability for this unfortunate aftermath for his pour soul, due to his [ presumptuous ] bet with her. that to state the obvious he lost [ but there's no way his bitter ass was going to accept that ].although he was the sorest loser in the universe, the punishment for his loss was something he just wanted to get out of the way, hoping they could compromise at its finish to never speak a word of it. and so he stood there, a miserable crown of flowers laying on his head and white, feathery wings serving as another fragment of his petty as fuck accessories. and he let her fire the plastic, heart-tailed arrows straight at his being. how the fuck could this have happened? 

narrow fingers weaved into the dark hairs sprouting out of his head were cinched. needless to mention some things had gotten tough. every human being, at some point would have to push past the obstacles. if life were a road, jaehyun’s could be described as one [ for whatever time being ] paved with cobblestone; in short, bumpy. out of all people, he couldn’t help but wonder why her. why she decided to help. they had settled at a table, and the question evoked an immediate reply. firstly, albeit her being a noona he found himself growing a tad closer to, it didn’t alter his cynicism. why should he trust her? trust, from his viewpoint was something non-existent. or at least, something too vulnerable to be given to another. he refused to have illusions of human nature. though his answer was hauled out his mouth out of impulse, there really was zilch to ponder about when it came to an inquiry relating to trust. and whatever on earth was nagging at his mind, was going to stay there."no."

getting drawn from a temporal state of unconsciousness, was not something jaehyun had anticipated. it had appeared as if his heart had elevated to his cranium as replacement for his brain, the pounding headache assaulting his head restlessly. jaehyun rubbed at his mildly heated forehead as if that could aid with dulling the throbbing pain, the feminine voice ringing through his ears, reverberating off the sides of his skull. brows furrowed into a pained expression, he was astonished that he even managed to gain strength to sit himself up, face buried deep into his hands as he attempted to regain any type of concentration. what the fuck did he get himself into?his whole anatomy felt leaden, and at the pit of his stomach a sensation of nausea was manifesting. when the lids of his eyes lifted, the sight he was met with was a female [ one that he sure as hell didn’t ever recall meeting ], just about as out of it as himself. the fact that they laid on the identical bed together, and that there was an obvious stench of alcohol in the room all summed up to one thing.. well shit.

cramming his gob with the suspicious sushi rolls he assisted daehyun with producing was a mistake. abandoning him with the food for a cursory bathroom break, was an even worse one. the fucking idiot devastated the snacks with abundant sprinkles of salt [ well, at least jaehyun’s rolls ]. if only he had studied the food beforehand, jaehyun could swear his vigilant vision would decipher the fetid overload of salt blended in with the rice. mouth 99.99% full, the insides of his mouth began corroding [ over-exaggeration ], and his countenance mushed up into one of plain disgust. mouth gaping, whatever audacity there was, was exposed as the chewed up food rolled off his tongue, straight onto daehyun’s fraction of the food, followed by a /very/ attractive string of saliva. his hand made a swift grab for the bottle of water, and with a hastened flick of his wrist, the cap was removed and he downed about 1/2 of the liquid, killing the repulsive taste. "i didn’t do it." just when it seemed he couldn’t loath the existence of this ‘prankster’, his fib and that stupid, ear-to-ear grin evoked a barking of words. "so you’re saying that the salt just majestically fucking got out the shaker and sprinkled its foul self all over my food?!" 

fear. it’s something jaehyun never put his mind to, and like others his.. fears didn’t infest his mind unless he had confronted them. his existence alone screamed letter by letter i m p u l s i v e. not in this case. but for what reason? he couldn’t put a finger on it himself. however, his deep-thinker state was going to be temporary.the definition of fear; jaehyun’s sentiment would be scarce. tersely put, would be a particular thing that daunts the living shit out of a living being. clowns, heights, spiders, birds. it could be anything, the possibilities are eternal. symptoms; trembling, palpitating heartbeat, paranoia, a dreadful sensation that one is in danger, sweating.. all that was leftover to do was to ponder, in which scenarios he reacted in such a way.. and then, just when he thought he could dissolve the memory into meaningless particles of dust, he remembered. long story short, his abusive excuse for a ‘father’. he never really thought of him as a fatherly figure. never. disguising his sincere reply, he lifted his head to glance over at the female, shoulder moved in a falsely nonchalant shrug. "nothing." and in a few ticks of the clock, his initial, impulse induced reply left the prison of his mouth. a white lie, from his perspective.