#irenemgh

if looks could kill, sungyeol would happily stare everyone down, but alas, such a thing was too good to be true, so he just had to settle for glaring at this particular girl, sitting in the row in front, chair facing him, over the shoulder of one of his classmates. and she was looking right back.

his lip curled up in a snide smirk, almost mocking, probably trying to say something along the lines of ‘i know i’m hot, but quit staring’. it was extremely childish but if irene broke eye contact first he would feel quite satisfied.

despite that thought, sungyeol felt a little nudge on his shoulder and a whisper (they were in a library after all). "hey. are you guys checking each other out or what? you've been looking at each other for the past five minutes."

the mere idea of that statement had sungyeol’s mind reeling in a mixture of shock and disgust. him? checking irene out of all people? not ever in a thousand million lightyears. not even if someone threatened to blow him up from the inside out.

“don’t be disgusting,” sungyeol scoffed, making sure that his voice was loud enough for irene to hear from where she was seated.

“Balloons? Really?”

Dongwoo was skipping around happily, a balloon in each hand – or rather condom balloons to be more specific. Let’s just say he and Woohyun got a little too creative when Sunggyu wasn’t home and damn did they have a lot of condoms. They made use of most of them, blowing them up into pretty balloons and decorating the couple’s apartment with what Dongwoo would refer to as “symbols of their love”.

Sunggyu was not very fond of their little decorative idea so he got his ass out of there before Woohyun made him do something ridiculous like clean or something. Ha! 

Anyways, he ran into Irene on the way back to his apartment, balloons in hand and waving merrily in the air. 

“Yes, balloons!” Dongwoo exclaimed excitedly before handing her one of said balloons. “Really.” He stared at the girl with the most serious gaze he could before bursting out into laughter, patting her head before wiping a stray tear from one of his eyes. 

“Quiet! Someone’s going to hear.”

He doesn’t know how he keeps getting into these situations but Yoongi is really tired of it. He was just an innocent pass-byer this time when he got pulled behind a corner as a group of students rushed past him seemingly in search for something. Or rather, in this case, someone.

“I don’t care, don’t fucking touch me!” He hisses, his heart pounding from the contact and his hands shaking. Fingers stretch out before pulling back into his palm, loosening the joints as his head peaks out to watch the group’s retreating backs.

“As long as you live in the past, you’ll never find your future.”

The sky was a mixture of pale hues of pink, purple, and orange above them, but where others would have found the view near aesthetic, Sehun found it disconcerting.

Sunsets were an annoyance to him, because it was only through them that the stars showed up in the dark veil of the sky, and Sehun often couldn’t sit through to wait for that.

He’d been silent, listening to Irene go on and on about the topic of childhood and development when she’d uttered that single sentence, causing him to furrow his eyebrows.

“You don’t get it.” He shook his head, teeth grazing his bottom lip. “Looking back gives you the opportunity to fix the little mistakes you’ve made.”

The air outside was warm, much warmer than he’d been expecting. He thanked the skies he’d chosen to wear a short-sleeved shirt instead of a sweatshirt.

“Generally speaking, if you think something you want to do is wrong, it is.”

The perplexed look on his features quickly transformed into a more amused expression at the sound of her voice.

He was in the center of the locker room, hovering above a small handbag with two things in hand – a cell phone and a pocket-sized black book. Jimin was up to no good and it was quite obvious, if he had said so himself.

He hadn’t known Irene was in the facility building that day – let alone, going to show up in the same room. Any other person would have let him be, or at worst, shot him a bad look.

But then again, Irene wasn’t really what he would classify as ‘any old regular person’, either.

“I don’t think it’s wrong.” He slipped the cellphone into his pocket, releasing a short chuckle in the process. “I know it’s wrong.”

Another movement followed, and he bent down to zip the bag up.

"Innocence won't always make you less cruel."

The petite girl was definitely underneath the influence of a strong drug.

The statement that left her lips made Junho scoff, a sardonic grin decorating his lips, and his gaze flickered upon the other. Irene’s words sounded like a cheap saying one would discover among a pile of beaten fortune cookie sayings, the lines of a hipster whom would say such desperate things in order to seem painfully ironic.

“And tell me,” He began, “what you’re trying to tell me through this obnoxious and nonsensical quote? Are you telling me that something like a mere infant can be as cruel as a man? The innocent will always be less cruel in comparison their counterparts. For, the moment a thought of violence or illegal action crosses the mind, that individual is hardly of any innocence at all. ” Not wanting to stick around with Irene to hear her bullshit philosophy, the brunet stood from his seat.

“That is, unless, you are talking in terms of love. Then, perhaps an illogical quote would make sense to such a trivial trait of life. ” He busted out laughing. How cheesy! How pointless! A waste of his precious time! “Now, if you excuse me. I have more important matters to intend rather than carrying a stupid philosophy session with the likes of you.”

"Do you see her in the shadow of the night?"

Junho rolled his eyes. 

“For someone who claims to be so disinterested with my past, you are taking a rather peculiar liking when it comes to my biological mother.” He supposed it was with Irene trying to make a witty jab at him, her attempt of trying to break down that steel exterior he had built around himself. 

Out of sheer boredom, the brunet decided to humor the girl.

“But of course I do, as any child would with a cavity in their heart.” His voice reeked of sarcasm, a dangerously amused expression etching the brunet’s features, “I’ve dreamt of her a countless of times. I’ve seen her, as I grew older and older, calling out my name with that sweet voice I scarcely remember. And, as any lost child, I would find myself reaching out...”

He leaned in, his voice degrading into a mere whisper as if he were to share a sweet secret. Lips against Irene’s ear, he chuckled silently to himself.

“... and whipping out the beloved switchblade of mine!” His voice escalated to a shriek and, to emphasize his words, he took his blade at the flip of the wrist and pressed the sheathed weapon against Irene’s flank, “Then, before she can register anything, my hand would wrap around that petty throat of hers and she would be suffocating-- that wrenched mother of mine. As she turned purple, I would ridicule and mock her, pouring the years of derogatory comments spilled upon my sacred frame onto her meager one. With tears in her eyes I would release her, shove her onto the ground, and kick her until she bled! And as she lies down crumpled and defeated like the bitch she was, I would kneel and press the blade of mine against her neck...”

He trailed his weapon until it pressed against Irene’s milky jugular.

“And ask if she missed me, her precious son.”

He locked eyes with Irene, the wicked smile on his lips growing wider, devouring the small face of his.

“She wouldn’t be able to reply, of course. A gash will decorate the thick neck of hers and she would be quivering as I, that son she filled with nothing but lies and slander, laughed. As she lied in the breast of death, I would walk away to leave her alone, degraded, and ultimately humiliated. As the life slips through her doe eyes, I would soon properly be what she had attempted to set me out to be years ago: An orphan.”

to: irene ★  |  i’d like to ask why the picture was in a shower stall

to: irene ★  |  but then again it’s not like i actually care

to: irene ★  |  i think she’s an annoying brat

to: irene ★  |  oh and i didn’t tell her