#ixjongup

“well they are definitely not staring at me.” he narrowed his eyes at the people to let them know that they have been caught.

“Don’t get me wrong, this movie is great but it’s so bright outside. Don’t you want to go out and do something fun?”

if this was the paranoia trying to scare him, then it was starting to work. to an extent, it was normal to feel like you were being watched, especially if, like him, you’ve lived in the southside for most (or the entirety) of your life. terry decided to brush it off because it wouldn’t be the first time he had to convince himself there was not an otherworldly entity wanting to stab a knife in his throat.

it was when he was walking home alone, hands tucked into the confines of his worn-out hoodie and backpack slung over his shoulder, when exactly that happened. although the otherworldly part might be a little questionable. terry froze in place, but his voice remained steady, as if used to it. he didn’t want the knife to slice him open until he knew the exact reason why it was going to. “can i ask why, though?” he started slowly, voice soft. “do i... owe you money?”

[text] can we meet at a cafe?

“don’t put that in my hair please” he side eyed the hairspray in her hands. “ my hair looks just fine the way they are so I don’t know why you don’t like them.” Yongguk frowned but it was too late to back off from the promise of letting her style his hair for their night out at the town.