#shctgun

“ whatever helps you sleep at night. and mind you, ‘m better than ordinary. bein’ called that is actually an insult. rude— ” quirks a brow before letting out an amused laugh. “ alright, so where’d you have — ” air quote and unquote. “ vacation. ” and somewhere under his breath is a faint ‘ you so do run from things, always. ’

you never see sky with sparkles in his eyes or actual happiness gleaming from them. but it’s there, whether he realizes it or not, but what makes it go away is when he hears daeyoung, his smile disappears as quick as his entire visage turns stoic.

defense mode, on. he peers over to daeyoung as if not understanding what the other asked, feigned confused written all over his face at this point as he finally pockets his phone.

“huh? like who a lot? the fuck?”

Daeyoung scoffed and gestured to Sky’s phone. “You were giggling like a schoolgirl earlier,” he stated with a cheeky grin, “Sharing is caring!” It was one of those times he wished he was his flowerdad, who could take a look at a device and instantly hack into it, but today was not the day as he gently ribbed Sky.

the question is vague, much like the boy which the words come out of. his voice remains calm and steady, inhaling another hit and speaks through the smoke passing out of his mouth. “understand what exactly, jiwook?”

@shctgun // cont.

     Jiwook wants to kick the chair out right from underneath Sky, wants to smack him upside the head and yell at him for whatever reason--no... he has a reason, and that reason is SKY. because Sky is being a dick and avoiding him lately and Jiwook gets it. he’s clingy and overbearing sometimes, but Sky obviously didn’t really mind, so what the fuck was going on with him? with them...

                Catching him skulking around the university grounds was to be expected anymore, and day after day, even Yusung, a WALLFLOWER, had grown comfortable enough to maintain a casual conversation. He wasn’t the kind of company she’d normally keep; actually, he was the polar opposite of the figurants she was prone to be found twirling alongside with. But that’s what drew her to him. His CARELESS ATTITUDE and CRYPTIC PERSONA had peaked her curiosities, which only seemed to escalate the more time she spent with him. ❝ Aren’t you ever afraid of getting caught? ❞ she wedged out the question once he returned from dealing with his personal endeavors. ❝ Doesn’t seem like a risk worth taking -- ❞

                    《 ※ 》     THOSE WORDS STILL ring as clear as day in his mind. ‘He probably deserved to die.’ It wasn’t the part where Skylar said it, but more so how little emotion was felt with those words. Almost cold and lacking empathy or even sympathy. They had already started walking away from the lifeless cadaver. Tattered and torn, broken ribs and broken bones. If anything, it was probably a homeless person, but still. Wouldn’t anyone miss them? They probably had family somewhere right? And these thoughts are coming from someone who felt death every single day ━ who was not able to go through a single day without death crossing his mind, yet here he was. Questioning the likelihood of the people who would take note of their absence.  ❝ But, don’t you think he might have had a family or something?  ❞ What was supposed to be their venture into the night to locate an abandoned warehouse to tag, turned into them finding a dead body a good hundred feet from their point of interest. Sangcheol caught himself peering back over his shoulder as though the corpse would suddenly come back to life and start walking. Not that he bothered to check the vitals, but the stench was pretty pungent enough to know there was no way there was still life present.

﹙  JEALOUSY MEME. //  ACCEPTING. ﹚          —— @shctgun​

                   《 ※ 》     WITH A BALLED UP fist, the older male swings it into the other’s stomach. Not at full force, but enough to hurt. An irritated expression is drawn on his face as he watches the younger male curl up from the impact. It brought forth a feeling of annoyance when people spout statements like those.❝ Have you even fucking tried, Sky ? ❞ There was a difference between trying and not trying. He was sure Skylar of all people would know that. But sometimes even emotions got the best of people, Sangcheol included. For someone who kept a calm and collected composure, with words that would literally slip passed him in the form of rainbows and sunshine, even he had days where he’d feel a similar way to how the younger male was feeling. On days like those, a good ol` punch to the gut would do wonders ( or a punch to the face, but he wasn’t looking to pummel the shit out of the other, at least, not unless he says something stupid again ).

“didn't they ever tell you to never to break a girl's heart?” cue the dramatics: the hunch of slender shoulders, arms folding over her chest and the steeple of a pout growing proud and true across her lips. they're slick with the fading sheen of her last swig of said better friend, her chosen poison for the night whereas sky had opted to float on shrooms and clouds ( literally ) until they were both reduced to a mess of laughter and incoherent words.