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HAZY SIGHT BLURRED HIS VISION, filling him with complete frustration as he blinks numerous to clear it; no matter the crowded ambience of the house party, the boy couldn’t help but to love the current view his gaze has fallen upon — how her long raven hair seems to delicately fall off her shoulders and the smile she carries has managed to grace the world, demanding for anyone’s and everyone’s attention for it’s what it deserves. “You’re pretty, ‘Nessa.” Words rolled off the tip off his tongue carelessly as he beamed at her proudly. “God,” he breathlessly exhaled, his chest sinking at the pain, “I hope you know you’re pretty.” / @mlilk

          el was always the one to get booted. Sometimes on a train there was an odd number of seats, but this time it seemed there were only so many. even though it was his manager’s job to protect him, everything seemed fine, and it was better for someone to be with the younger boys. el could man his own.           when a stranger sat beside him, though, it felt like a much different story. el’s manager practically noticed before he did, and he made huge eyes at el. but the idol just waved him off and gave a bland thumb’s up. he could man his own.           maybe the train ride wouldn’t even require interaction, because even though the atmosphere was awkward, el was unable to notice any weirdness in the air and just stared out of the window. he thought of nothing.

     his eyes are glued to the large house in front of him. it was where his ex-girlfriend lived. the same girl who he hadn’t seen in two years. two fucking years. was he still bitter about the fact that the same night she would give him his answer about whether she would want to work things out together and give them another chance, she fled? yes. she disappeared without a single trace. when his fiance, anabelle, calls out his name, he’s pulled out of his thoughts. ❝ let's go. ❞ he flashes a quick grin before getting out of the car and walking up the front steps with her hand in his. it was almost unbelievable the situation he was in -- showing up to his ex-girlfriend’s mother’s birthday celebration while being engaged to someone for a business venture. he needed a drink. 

     ‘ "I've seemed to have lost my number, can I have yours?" Jeong questioned as he leaned beside them, giving them the usual puppy dog smile. He could hear his brother groaning and the others yelling at him for it, but oh well. He chuckled before leaning back, his grin growing. "Sorry, I had to say something to get to know someone as cute as you."

he  can’t  remember  the  last  time  he  woke  up  in  a   stranger’s bed   ,    but  these  days  he’s  a  mess     -----     trapped  into  a  lifestyle  he’d  escaped  from  for  a  time  that’s  been  cut  too  short   .    ❛      where  am  i  ?     ❜     sukwon  asks   ,   his voice  hoarse  and  his  head  pulsing  with  a  migraine   .   what  the  hell  did  he  do  last  night   ?   the  memories  are  vague   ,   and  he’s  a  little  scared  to  face  the  body  taking  up  space  on  the  mattress  beside  him   .

sitting across from the other, ryan can’t help but smile as he slides their favorite coffee over to them. “i could tell from your snapchats that you needed some cheering up. so i brought you this and -- ” he pauses to get something out of his bag and hands them over a small bag. he is really trying and he just wants to be able to get the other to smile, even if it is for a second. “it’s a blueberry muffin. one of those big ones that are really good.”  

“all these pictures look hilarious.” the girl says while laughing. scrolling through the camera roll, she shows the other a quite ridiculous photo of them squinting because of the sun. but it’s also mainly because imelda was egging them on and trying to get them to make a funny face. “i think you should post this one.” 

with a slight tilt of his head, his hand reaches out for hers. it seemed like a moment where’d sell himself out and tell her that he messed up again, but he’d been rather uncharacteristically monogamous as of late. ❝ so, i came to the conclusion for the third time this morning that you’re way out of my league, ❞ he says, calloused fingers grazing over the softness of her palm. he knew it, she knew it-- it was a rather obvious statement. she deserved better than him but he was selfish and wasn’t ready to let her go any time soon.