#dlwlrmcs

                 ❝THIS IS NOT RIGHT❞ he hated the preparations for the celebration. He was not one to pick up a sword, wooden or not - he hated the training, to be yelled at by his brothers for not doing it right but he WANTED to do it right.. he really did. That was why he was out here now, in the burning sun, trying to get every move right. ❝...can you show me again?❞

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       “ WHAT ? ” SHE GROANS, FOCUS SHIFTED from the papers laid before her on the wooden table and patience dwindling by the second because of that nuisance, “ you’re distracting me. ” she’d beaten the rest of their friend group in record time, showing up to the library first after her early afternoon lecture — much to her disappointment. the intent to study was... well, typically NONEXISTENT during these gatherings, however seonmi figured she should make the most of her time alone by getting a head start on her newly assigned paper, for once combatting her usual procrastinating nature. and with that being her focus, minutes passed before a figure slid into the chair opposite of her, causing her to glance up — and almost immediately look back down at the pitiful ( and incomplete ) outline she’d created. she’s absolute shit at this planning ahead thing, that much is clear; nonetheless she continued to brainstorm, almost disregarding the other‘s presence — A L M O S T — as, she presumed, they were purposeful in getting under her skin shortly after. after all, it certainly wouldn’t have been the first time. “ don’t you have anything better to do ? ”

jungwoo had come home with some take-out as a sort of apology for this last week, though he still didn’t know what he was really apologizing for. his wife had barely spoken to him, and he was sleeping on the couch this whole time. he hated how tense their marriage had become. he longed for the days where they had truly loved one another. could they say they still loved each other now?  by the way they acted towards one another, he certainly didn’t think so. setting out the food, he looked over at her. she was beautiful and everything that  was out of his league, so why couldn’t he bring himself to work harder in keeping her around? why was he such a loser in the game of romance? how did he even get her to start with?  “eat up,” he noted, unsure of what else to say as he began to grab some food for himself.

im the best part of ur dash lbr 

“If you don’t focus on what you’re doing, you’re going to pull a muscle,” Hyosung pointed out, trying to keep her face stern but inevitably failing. “Maybe if you paid as much attention to your work outs as you did to trying to get me to go out with you, you’d be done and could just go home already.” She had a personal rule about dating people she met at the gym: she didn’t. Nothing good could ever come from a relationship in her eyes, let alone one that started in the workplace. “Let me reject you when you’re not in the middle of working out. I promise my answer will still be the same.” But would it? She wasn’t as sure as she thought she should’ve been.

            ‘ this is the LAST time i’m doing this. ’

“whatever. don’t forgive me. see if i give a fuck.”