#achyerim

where there’s smoke, there’s fire. that’s how the saying goes. cigarette smog and son yena — close enough.

she doesn’t really know why she’s here. by here she means here: her with shoes pointed towards hyerim’s dad’s officetel on new year’s eve, flicking ash on the welcome mat despite the no-smoking sign she’d passed on the way. here, instead of there: father’s hospital room, inhaling uncomfortably sterile air and exhaling apologies. she’d been there all day already, watching him sleep and watching him awake, smile on full-volume and cheer at her finest, eating the wing’s bland dessert pudding and popping party favours because the staff hadn’t allowed her champagne ( a mess, they had said, when the mess was in her reflection — the girl in the mirror that stared at her, saying it’s all your fault ).

it had been a goddamn near-perfect performance.

acting is draining. father had fallen asleep two hours ago; she had thought about waking him up to celebrate the new year’s with him, but had instead slipped the pérignon back into her purse and checked out. because she’s selfish. because she’s tired. because she’s yena and she’s on fire and her father’s hollowed eyes burn her.

she doesn’t even know if hyerim’s around. she’d figured — expected her to be, if she’s being frank — but she’d never asked. yena wonders, briefly, if she’s going to end up alone in her apartment that feels like a prison, drinking up champagne and self-loathing like her lifeline. but then the door opens and she’s smiling through the smoke, dom gripped so hard her knuckles are bloodless, white. “better late than never, huh? happy new year’s eve, hye.”

( ✉ → Rim Unnie): THATS WHERE HE WENT?!?!

( ✉ → Rim Unnie): well....

( ✉ → Rim Unnie): U like music, he likes music 

[ sms to Hyerim ] Well you can always throw your sorrows in sad songs instead :)

[ sms to Drunk Buddy aka the life of the party aka weirdo ] I’m sorry too

[ sms to Drunk Buddy aka the life of the party aka weirdo ] So was the guy in the passenger’s seat

like a rave but with teachers : not accepting

things for dance had been going well, dongnam were going all out with entertainment, chunghwa was thankfully lending generous amounts of money (jihoon lowkey hoped that snsd would be coming), kurin’s music choices were stellar and jihoon had overseen his school’s hard work.

now and then he’d need a few extra things he just couldn’t afford and today was one of them. hyerim being the nearest person he asked her a simple favour but she refused, much to jihoon’s distress. but he was being nice.

Jokes on you. I have none so I have nothing to lose.

i have.. never seen anyone drag themselves down so easily... amazing...

achyerim replied to your post: square up:

damn we should have this fight be the main event at the dance. think of how many tickets we can sell.