#eldorvdo

It wasn’t all Seyoon’s fault really - Rosalynn and her careless nature was just as much to blame - but she couldn’t help but take it out on him that night. The boy had come over to her apartment, which was a pretty usual occurrence during the weekdays, and had probably expected dinner and a good romp, but instead found himself faced with a rather angry not-girlfriend.

it takes one shot for terry’s vision to merge into a colorful blur, anda second for it to dissipate and materialize into the swarm of people in the dimly-lit club. these drugs - prescription - are fucking him up. he misses the way tequila burns his throat, or the stinging sensation vodka leaves behind - shot after shot after shot. now, he’s downgraded to a risky single half-shot alone, knowing full well that three more, and he’ll be having the worst hangover he’s ever experienced since college. regardless, that won’t stop him, will it? 

not now that he’s with seyoon.

( especially. )

– @eldorvdo​ »  

two o’clock arrives with a hop in her step and a tune on her cotton tongue, heavy-lidded eyes haloed in smudged mascara. she tries to tell a story, a tale of hedonistic nights while swathed in her skirts of bravado, but the syllables hitch in the grooves of ivory teeth, forgotten. the crowd humours her with a chuckle and a toast, flutes of champagne clicking like sparks at the end of a gunpowder trail, one after another after another after another and the building blows. famished flames nibble the hem of her coat, clawing their way up to wine-stained lips and flyaway tresses. she won’t notice the smoke until it’s roiling in her throat and through the cramped chambers of her heart. for now she simply dances, lost amongst golden courage and hazy laughter. 

at the fringes of the party, bathed in blue-green lights and distant hums, sit four strangers. the first, a woman with a few years left to fifty, retreats through the back door for a cigarette, the chipped magenta of her nails just barely glimmering under the moonlight. in the light of her mobile phone, the wrinkles between her brows and at the corners of her lips become crevices, swallowing hours of poor pay and unending days. back beneath the flickering fluorescent lights, a man just short of twenty has fallen asleep at the desk with his feet propped up and a cap over his face. he won’t be waking up any time soon. and in between two neat rows of softly humming machines are the last two party guests, resigned to their own twilight preoccupations--until pocket lint and a single rusting coin decide otherwise. 

@tkgkshunya

ᴄᴀʀᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ᴄᴜᴘ ᴏғ ᴛᴇᴀ? ➜ ♧ ft @eldorvdo

❝Deal!❞

Their school’s typical lunches never suited Jinri’s palate, they tasted plane, sometimes even salty. Butt it was one of those days where she had forgotten to pack a lunch for both her and Seyoon to share, so by lunch time they had no choice but to eat their school’s unappetizing food. ❝10,000 won, huh?❞ By now, her hand reached for wallet, searching for the crisp bill within the hidden pockets. Adding the free boba coupon, she place it between them.