with @sgnyeeun

whoever pulled hyungwon out from his unit and to this dance club should be punished. he didn’t want to be labeled as a killjoy or a homebody (which he is, for the latter part – let’s get that straight) so with reluctance and a few shots travelled through his throat, chae hyungwon is now having the time of his life. his friends went the extra mile to dress him up properly (in hyungwon’s standards, showing up in a black shirt and fitted jeans with black docs make him look striking).

the problem now, is that hyungwon got separated from the same friends who dragged him out from his unit. he wasn’t sure how or what exactly happened, but he’s here in the middle of the dance floor, a lukewarm bottle of beer on his left hand and swaying to the beat. lucky for hyungwon, he looked hot despite his drunken state. he had a few ladies and gentlemen who had approached him to get his number, but none of them piqued the model’s interest to give it to them.

the swaying and accidental grinding against strangers’ bodies did grew tiring fast for hyungwon. his introversion peaks and wanted to sit down at a bar to catch his breath. not caring nor looking at the people around him, hyungwon places himself in comfort and starts to strike a conversation with a young lady beside him.

text meme // accepting !

📤 sent to ❱❭❭ baek yeeun

➥ no i didn’t take her home, why the hell would i do that?! ➥ not everyone is a manwhore like you ➥ but she did smell nice, i’ll give her that ➥ fuck ➥ just ignore pls

📤 sent to ❱❭❭ baek yeeun

what was your best memory of us?

it’s hard to pick my favourite when you gave me so much to remember. I can’t decide if it’s that one time we drank and talked all night, about the most random things that crossed our minds and eventually falling asleep in each other’s arms, or that other time we went to a drive-in cinema and watched one of my favourite films ever but somehow, I could barely pay attention to the movie, way too distracted by the way you were holding my hand. or maybe, instead of a particular occasion, my best memory of us would be the nights we had together, just you and I, all by ourselves. the nights I had you in my bed, drinking, cuddling, having sex, watching netflix, or even just talking all night, about everything and anything under the sun. perhaps, its the alcohol in our system that got us to open up and talk about the things we never had the courage to say before, and it’s especially during those nights when we’re tipsy and uninhibitedly ourselves, spewing the most honest words from the bottom of our hearts, that I find myself especially in love with you. growing up, I dreaded night time because my parents’ quarrels only amplified with the quiet of the night, the only warmth and comfort I had on those nights came from the night light by my bedside. you made my nights less lonely and a lot warmer and on those nights I had you by my side, I didn’t need a night light to fall asleep. 

do you still think of me?

I try not to, but it’s admittedly hard and almost even impossible. there are times I find my mind wandering off to you, wondering how you’ve been and if you even miss me at all. or when I see you talking to a classmate along the hallway, I can’t help but think about who he is and if he means anything to you and this might or might not linger in my mind for the next couple of days. I think about you especially when I’m scared or sick — I miss having you hug me to sleep after a horror movie and having you take care of me when I fall ill. I know you’d expect me to think of you only when I get lonely but it strangely isn’t the case. maybe it’s because I only start to feel lonely when I find myself missing you, and not the other way around. 

HONESTY MEME: Not Accepting!!

“Oh good golly’s,” palms press against reddening cheeks as he stares holes into the ground. “Well, thank you? I’m trying my best! And of course. I work hard on being open-minded and understanding, but it’s just impossible not to let anyone get on your nerves.” A deep sigh escapes as fingertips dive into his dark hair. “There’s that one terrible litterbug that I have had stern words with. If you’re looking for specifics...” he trails off, wistful, before dragging himself back. “I can’t say that I’ve formed a substantial dislike with anyone in particular here, but that probably won’t always be the case! It’s my first year, just give me some more time to mess up.”

“i mean ... when older guys are basically giving you money and gifts just because you’re young, hot and pretty, it’s kind of a confidence boost. there’s that, and the fact that i know that i can defend myself if it comes down to it. i’ve been doing boxing for years -- started out as just a self defense class, but i enjoyed myself too much and have been doing classes on and off, so. both of those together make a pretty badass concoction.” she says with a nod before pondering over the last question, head tilting slightly, “so, i’ve always had a gummy smile growing up, and i absolutely hated it. when i got my first “allowance” from sugaring one of the first things i did was go get my gums shaved, and now ... i still kind of struggle with my smile. i feel like it makes my teeth look too big now, so aside from pictures i don’t smile that hard a lot. i’d also want bigger boobs. which i could go get -- and maybe i will eventually, just like a cupsize or two larger. i hate when girls get their boobs done and they look crazy top heavy.”

honesty hour - accepting!!

HONESTY HOUR MEME!  -  STATUS: ACCEPTING 

— ‘  ⋆ ˚｡  « now, to be fair, i may run a blog where i expose everyone’s secrets, but i have yet to do anything that really would ruin anyone’s lives. yet. so i suppose the worst thing i’ve ever done to someone is come close to it. despite what some people out there might think about wooyoo, there are some stories or topics that i refuse to run stories on. but i’ve gotten close, and there have been times where i’ve almost gotten some students expelled.  and you know, for a lot of us out there, that probably does sound like the end of the world. » 

 « my biggest regret? unintentionally exposing myself to one person. he knows who he is, and if he so much as speaks about it to anyone, he knows what’s coming for him. »

he’s usually pretty good about staying on top of things, namely his schedule. being busy is nice, but only when it’s manageable—and it’s only manageable when he’s organized. so, jiyul goes out of his way to stay as organized as possible because he doesn’t like being late, and he doesn’t like keeping anyone else waiting. 

but today’s not a great day, by any means. it might just be a bad stroke of karma, or maybe there’s a pebble in his shoe he hasn’t noticed yet. maybe he shouldn’t make excuses for waking up on the wrong side of the bed, a few minutes too late (is that really all it takes to throw him off?). 

he’s rushing out of the library to make it to the next bus—his usual bus—which he’ll definitely miss if he doesn’t sprint. sprinting in the library doesn’t seem like the greatest of ideas, though, so jiyul settles on walking as quickly as possible, breaking into a light jog when he reaches the stairwell, picking up the pace the closer he gets to the entrance—when, of course, he nearly collides with someone, just barely grazing their shoulder with his instead.

there’s a clattering noise as some books fall to the floor, among other things, and jiyul balks. “i’m so sorry,” he apologizes, taking a step closer to the girl ( @sgnyeeun ) to help her out—only to step on something that absolutely, definitively crunches beneath the sole of his shoe.

what the?

jiyul looks down, sees the remnants of what he thinks might be a pair of really expensive looking eyeglasses.

“oh no,” he murmurs, feeling his heart sink. “i’m—are these—oh no, i-i’m so sorry!”