#rkyeeun

( sms to : tahey ) noo to my living room i’m trying to spice things up in my every day life ( sms to : tahey ) what do you think!!! ( sms to : tahey ) are you ever responsible ( sms to : tahey ) please return them ( sms to : tahey ) i have nice feet

sungjae’s relationships (4/??) with yeeun

“well, if it isn’t my least favorite person.” 

facial expression blank, legs thrown over the top of the couch, a finished cereal bowl on the table next to him, and his right hand holding a loose grip on a remote as he watched tv shows more pointless than a broken pencil was how yoongi liked to spend his saturday mornings. lazy, but comfy. unproductive, but calming.

after going through a week of tiring things, rest was all yoongi could hope for and want. he glanced over at the clock which seemed like it had not moved in forever. the apartment was quiet, only source of sound coming from the television set. sure, residing in an empty apartment could be lonely at times, but he didn’t mind it too much. he had just absently mindlessly finished another episode of show me the money and he was already on his way to the next. there wasn’t much to complain about in yoongi’s life.

no worries was his way of living and he wasn’t planning on changing that any time near soon.  he heard a ring coming from his apartment buzzer. getting up from his comfortable position on the couch and dusting himself off, he went to go answer it wondering who it could possibly be. the screen monitor showed yeeun- an unexpected visitor, but surely not a surprising one. the girl was a very good hometown friend of yoongi’s and it was pretty frequent for her to show up to his place for no reason other than to chill without the worry of satoori showing. after buzzing to let her in, he tidied up the living room. it wasn’t much of a mess, but a little bit of adjusting was necessary. 

      The music seemed to be too loud that night. Too loud. Junhoe couldn’t recall what all he had allowed himself to take into his system-- Whether it was a mixture of the drinking and the smoking, or the substance was laced with something was all irrelevant now that the damage was done. All he knew was that the room felt like it was spinning tremendously and all of his surroundings seemed to pulsate in rhythm to the beat of music filling the household. He needed to get alone to himself -- and quick -- before he was spiraling out control. Pushing his way past bodies upon bodies of people, he reached forth with a trembling hand, and grasped a hold of the staircase railing, gripping the mahogany with white knuckles in a desperate attempt to stay up-right as he strived to make it up the stairs. 

     When he finally stumbled upon an empty bedroom -- luckily enough, one with a vacant bathroom in it -- he shut the door behind him and proceeded to take care of business. It wasn’t too long after he’d lost most of what he’d taken in that night, and rinsed both his face and mouth out with water from the sink, that he ventured off into the bedroom, and lay himself down upon the down of the mattress. The bass from the music downstairs reverberated throughout the entire house, sounding off a dull, consistent ‘thump’ against the floor below. Comforted by the darkness of the room void of people other than himself, he allowed his eyes to fall shut until he would be able to regain himself enough to make it back down the stairs and head back to his apartment. 

     He had just began to doze off when he heard the door to the room click open, then slam shut behind the intruder. Junhoe’s eyes snapped open into a glare, though he couldn’t make out the figure who imposed on him. His voice sounded off in a cracked, dry groan, before forming a slurred, barely intelligible dismissal, “Occupied... Find another room to shag in.”

[ txt : yeeun ] just finished a run  

[ txt : yeeun ] ...I don’t smoke but I can get you some