#247lilah

“Oh, don’t be sorry,” Jiyong waved his hand effortlessly, with a subtle smile being imprinted on his lips. “It’s my fault. After all, I was the one fixing each strand of my hair and… I ended up wearing a cap anyway.” Shrugging casually as he burst into a soft laughter, he looked around noticed not much besides a glass bottle shattered across the pavement and a few burnt cigarettes.

yoona has the decency to blush upon the girl’s quip about her overt staring. cheeks bloom like pink roses and the tips of her ears start to match the maroon blouse that drapes over her shoulders. she lets out a faltering laugh – short, awkward, forced out – that dies as she is caught in lilah’s razor-sharp gaze.

“i’m sorry, really, i don’t mean to–” she blurts out with near incoherence, her tongue uncooperative in her haste to explain herself. “it’s just that– i mean– well–”

she sighs in frustration at her inability to form sentences at so crucial a time. the girl across from her looks thoroughly unimpressed now.

○ Angst starters ; closed

Seunghyun had had just about enough of this shit. Once again, he'd been woken up for the third time this week, to people in another room laughing and talking too loudly. He tried to put a pillow over his head, but the surrounding silence only amplified their voices, and was slowly driving him insane. His new neighbor didn't understand the concept of a good night's rest, or maybe she just got to sleep in more than he ever did, but either way, she was being rude as hell. This is why he never liked sleeping at home anymore.

With a huff and a growl, he dragged himself out of bed and through his apartment, slipping on a robe and his slippers before stepping out of his front door and padding angrily down the hall. When he reached her door, he banged on it frustratedly. He didn't even wait until it opened up all the way before he started shouting, "Yah! I can here you through the walls! It's 3 AM and I have to wake up in three hours! This is like the hundredth time I've had to come over here and tell you to shut the hell up. If you don't cut it out...!" He knew his threat sounded empty, but for all his fury, he wasn't very intimidating in his spongebob slippers and swirly blue robe. Damn, he'd made such a bad choice there...

“I want to try this thing I read in a book.” 

Seungri squinted upon hearing this, the gears in his brain running and trying to retrieve the title of the book which she buried her face in for the past few months. He remembered teasing her about it, not expecting her to be the type who actually reads since she frequents clubs, parties, who would have thought she could potentially be a book worm. 

The male kept silent for a while, focused on visualising the book. Thick, dark coloured cover, the title was printed in large font; he recalled the exact words and his eyes grew wide. A quick tilt of his head, the male stared at her in disbelief, “Seriously?”

She nodded. His lips curled up into a smirk almost immediately.