#orientalskies

When he hears footsteps coming into the living room he looks over and saw it was Jisoo. He already knew it was her. Jaesun had been looking and taking care of her when she told him that she had gotten sick. He made space for her to sit down besides him as he watches her walk over to the couch. “Hey,” he greets her. “Are you feeling better?” Earlier he had her sleep after taking some medication to help he get better. He knows that it’ll be a few days until she gets better, but he was willing to take care of her in the meantime.

　　　　　　　　He knows, it’s rude telling someone what they should and shouldn’t do ― it was none of his business but the thing was, her brother was a grown man, he could do things on his own without getting his little sister to do everything for him when he was done, it was kind of disgusting with the way it worked out and how easily she complied. maybe jaehwan just didn’t understand because he was a only child, didn’t have to deal with a older or younger sibling to guide or to follow under their wing but ― it just didn’t seem right. ❝He.. can’t he do it himself? he’s a grown man enough to.❞

      so maybe he’s being a little irrationally possessive  ---  but he’d been the one to invite the other to this party, while the person who had him cornered and was flirting so obviously with him hadn’t,  &  it’s hardly a decision at all when samsoo manages to drag him away.  ‘  aren’t you supposed to be trying to get into my pants at this stuff  ?  ’  he asks once he’s pulled the other into the nearest empty room  ---  a bedroom, thank god,  &  not a bathroom like the last time. he moves in close, raising his eyebrows as his body brushes against the other’s. ‘  but i mean, if that’s not what you want tonight...  ’  

motherhood had been so exhausting for serri. sleepless nights left her cranky and unlovable. she hated the woman she had become, but what could she do? she loved her daughter oh so very much, but she had never expected parenthood to become so hard. what she had been expecting, she had no idea, but it wasn’t this. the baby had been crying all day ( at least it felt that way ), and finally, serri had to run to her own room, grabbing her own blanket and wrapping it around her. tears flowed down her eyes, feeling like she had done something wrong as a mother. she couldn’t do this anymore. eventually, all the crying of her own tired her out as she fell asleep in her bed, still wrapped up in the blanket. the next thing she knew, she heard seungho coming home, but she still couldn’t move herself from where she was on the bed.

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he walks up to him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. he’s recognized him before...wasn’t his name sehoon or something? he had never suspected something like this...but surely he can tell that they’re the same, right? “ ...hello there. “ he knows that the other probably knows his face- he’s rather well known for being their top patron.

hyesun doesn’t know much about fashion. it’s never been something she’d grown interest in but she can see how much it means to mijoo and that’s the only reason she’s taken her off day to accompany the younger female in some shopping. plus, it offered an excuse to spend time with her; something that hyesun is always dying for. they’ve been in the same shop for a while now and while the older girl isn’t doing much looking around ( she’s been brazenly watching everything mijoo does ) she sure does seem to realize how this could be seen as fun. maybe not fun for her but fun for someone. “have you found anything?” she finally questions, hands busying themselves with mindlessly shifting through the clothes on a rack nearby. it’s only an action taken to ensure that she looks like she’s actually here for some reason other than to attempt at winning mijoo’s affection. 

—•●°·♫ ❝please leave me alone.❞ His head hurt. He was exhausted. And he had to work that evening. All this on top of an aching ankle that he’d put his weight on weirdly during class. ❝If you’re not dying, I’m sure it can wait.❞