#misbhved

Hakyeon glanced over. Despite the pessimistic words he smiled softly. His shoulder relaxed as he leaned against the bench. Ice water was cool in his hands against the oppressive heat. 

“Thinking like that certainly won’t help,” he said as he looked out at the street. Cars rushed in front of them, their headlight blurring. A short breeze made him sit up a little straighter. “For good things to happen bad must also. It’s a balance.” A sigh passes his lips. “Life is all about having a hard time just to get where you want to be, right?” His eyes land on her once more, grinning at his own statement. 

it was a typical scene with his buddies; drinking, smoking, bumping to the music in the club. not much exciting going on. not that there usually was but then a slender female catches his attention. her figure becoming in a grandiose dress too short for her fairly tall stature. he’s not interested in that way but you just can’t miss her. she stood out in the crowd and he doesn’t know if he’s just hearing things but her laughter wasn’t the most modest either. he snorts while he eyes the female who was chatting it up with some of what he assumed her ‘girl friends’.

Game ID: 【◉】Status: « Accepting »

"On most organisms pepper spray is pretty effective; but apparently Jabba the Fuck is immune to it." It was just his luck that a fight would break out in the middle of his set, and like the nosy creature he was he followed it all the way outside where the bouncers threw the two guys out into the street. “I know one of ya’ll recorded it-- lemme see!”

the cheesy response earned a quick roll of her eyes from the female, though she couldn’t quite help the edges of her lips turning upwards in an amused grin. “steal hearts, huh? i’m pretty sure that’d be illegal, mister.”

( x ) Peter Pan (2003) STARTERS

The universe conspires, whether it is for good or for bad but of times these parties are nonexistent, the human mind is just left to decide which is more suitable. It will lift your hopes with the shortest of phrases or tear you to shreds with the same one. Pathetic. There was no other word to describe him for the others at the given moment, sitting on the sidewalk outside a club he was not allowed in, calling to a number which only lead to a tone. The odds were it was all but a mere trick he had fallen in, yet again. It could have been desperation dawning upon him, the cold of the streets gnawing on his bones, the ruthlessness in her tone as if whatever effort he was making was nothing but pointless.  

It could have been denial to the obvious. The truth was never pleasant to the weak mind.