#gnstart

minsook: wrong number shit sorry !! let's pretend this never happened ok thanks fam

j.ho: i have gotten some pretty good ‘ aesthetic ’ footage, tho. so i can’t complain j.ho: ＼| ￣ヘ￣|／ j.ho: anyway, have you gone yet?

          with one outstretched limb crossed over the other, a cloud of vapour weaved itself out of parted brims. though the toxins, surely, didn’t even obstruct him from ranting out about the harshness of his deadbeat millennial lifestyle -- as expected in the true lee jaesung fashion.  ‘  why was this guy gettin’ so fuckin’ mad -- i don’t get it. his girlfriend wanted a signature, who the fuck just has paper lying around somewhere and her top was open. i was just being a gentleman !  ’  the cigarette was being flailed upon his middle and index, just as if the lit cylinder would add an extra point to his rant.  ‘  and it’s not like she said no, y’know -- i mean, my arm was around her waist but that’s just so i can get a better vantage point to sign her tits as best as i can ! what kind of boyfriend would deprive his girl of a signature from the guy of her dreams ? -- i fuckin’ wouldn’t !  ’  took a deep breath, then out with a sigh.   ‘  it’s just so hard being a nice guy. i mean, look at me -- ’ black boardshorts out, shades in -- suns out, guns out.

twinkletwinklelittlebyul: but tbh i wouldve done it for free 😼😹

❛ WAS SHE COLD ? probably. the wind blew, moving loose strands of her hair against her face in a ticklish manner. sunmi could be home -- she should be home, buried behind a pile of due readings that she was far behind. but the drink in her had was far more enjoyable and pleasant, the idle laughter, the people surrounding her. she sat, legs crossed, a soft smile plastered on her face the moment someone sat beside her. “ don’t get me wet. ” she spoke, whipping droplets of water from her leg.

❛ he was scribbling down on a paper, doodling, just w a i t i n g. daniel has been sitting on the cafe for what had been hours now, and he had ignored the ugly looks the barista had directed him -- in all honesty, he much preferred the other one, she seemed to like all the winks he directed in her direction. he resigned, finally, deciding to get up and make his way out -- but not before spotting a target. he bumped into them, and in a smooth move, bent down, pretending to pick up their wallet from the floor. “ hey, ” he turned, “ i think you dropped this. ”

SOO.JIN: this is a very important question and your feedback is much appreciated.

          hongki did not want to be here. he had no intentions of arriving to the already overcrowded pool party, but here he was, a beer in hand and his top discarded. hongki’s face was already heating up, due to the alcohol flowing through his veins and his bare chest. he was shy and maybe a tad insecure, but for now he really just wanted to forget and enjoy himself. maybe his friends were right — maybe he did need to let loose and have fun every now and then. hongki plastered a fake smile onto his face as he took a seat next to an unfamiliar person. he attempted to break the ice, ❛ do you, uh, do you come here a lot ? or often, or... i’m sorry. ❜