#robinmi

@robinmi

having grown up as spoiled and lavish as he did-- hyunjin's always had an eye for pretty things. whether it be clothings, jewelry, furniture, you name it. if it's pretty, it's likely he wanted it and, inevitably, received it at some point in time. whenever something catches his eye, hyunjin either wants or he needs to say something about it. because hyunjin is selfish and eccentric and everything that is a spoiled brat.

his eyes flicker away and back, pausing on his phone to look busy-- before they begin to drift away to stare at the pretty, rose ( gold ) watch on the girl's wrist. he stares down at it, recognizing the brand of it from his distance away. his fingernails scratch at the outside of his case, a thoughtful hum leaving him. he takes a swift glance over her form, head tilting to the side.

@robinmi

it’s getting late, but bomin knows that no one’s really going to care. his parents have long decided that they’d rather hold no regard to his well-being and bomin’s just never really surrounded himself enough with a crowd of people that would well... care. so by all means, he’s fine with walking through the streets this late at night

he decides to take a seat, he prefers the night air anyway. something about it soothes him, makes him calm. and he’s not too sure what it is, but he lets himself fall into the breeze as it carries him.