#fcxtablo

stop making mE SAD GOSH AKSDHFKASHFKAUSHFUK H i love you too cyn ; - ; keep in touch (that’s for sure tho bc yanno you’re my boooooo)

*posting this so i can private it later 

cries so hard

i miss you already 

edit bc brit has smth to say too: tY BBG ; AAAAA ; ahuidhaui idk why you do this to us (the sappy message that huRTS) but i love you too and i will miss you and also, i'll be harassing you when i see you bc ayyyyyy

( *the world stops and warmth kisses her face. it’s with shaking hands that she touches her cheek and pulls it away. red. blood. ) huh… ? ( *the girl is in shock—this can’t be real, it had to be a dream. no, a wicked nightmare—there was no way that the red substance on her fingers was blood.  it couldn’t be.  the stench of death and sounds of fear—screams—roar in her ears and she’s pulled from her place in time—a force that had paused when she had sunk into cold shock—to face reality.  

a scream settles itself in the back of her throat and she almost lets it make it’s way out until tablo tugs her along and the air that would’ve gone to the cry of fear goes to running.  she needed to run, she was so scared so she had to run, run, run, run.  

she doesn’t know when she starts crying, when running turns into moving and choking for air.  everything is so strange, so surreal, with time flowing in a funk that does nothing to lessen the horror of the situation.  the world is so bright and red and she finds herself hating the colour for the first time in her life.

red was the colour of lipstick, of cheery cheeks, of cherry candy and of her red coat… her red coat… her red coat… 

oddly, the thought ties itself to one thing she had forgotten—something she hated herself for forgetting—her roommate, her friend, teh idiot who had cried out for beef earlier, of soojung.  )

o-ppa… oppa!  soojungie, soojungie she’s there alone and— ( *panic and worry cause her to choke on her utterances but her words should’ve been made clear.  he does understand her—tablo always did—and so she obeys his orders, desperate to find shelter in his words. 

she was going to listen—honestly, that had been her intention—but a flash of brown hair and a familiar backside erases that intent with the strength of a lightning blast.  it’s instinct to chase after the girl, whoever she was—soojung, jinri was praying that it was soojung, it needed to be—and so she does, feet moving faster than she ever thought possible )