#taeum

At this point, their friendship consists mainly of them bickering and purposely annoying each other and lots of sarcastic and sassy remarks from each side are present as well, but overall they always have a great time. This is what he likes to think however, because if he were to ask Suzy, she’d certainly throw in a sly smile and hiss something about how she doesn’t really know him.

Nam Taehyun? Nam Taehyun. Who? Who is that?

Nevertheless, serious moments occur, although not as often as they happened once, when their bond was stronger — but they’re slowly trying to pick up the pieces anyways and perhaps create something new and better than the last time. No matter how many times he’d tease her, whenever he has to, he’d willingly take her side. He’s a little aware that the situation of her group hasn’t been the best one as of lately (neither was it when they first met in fact) and he couldn’t help but notice how a certain group mate of hers was using a much harsher and colder tone than what he was used to hearing between two colleagues. “Sure, you sit here and whine about having no job. I mean, who’s forcing you to stay here in the first place? Suzy is simply doing her things. She isn’t plotting against you or to get you kicked out.”

Suzy’s warning came a bit too late, for he has already spoken and although he doesn’t really regret his own words, he knows that severe consequences may come ahead.

Her heart feels so heavy and she’s certain she’s not going to be able to breathe properly in the next couple of minutes. Though Taehyun was often responsible for comments that were usually the outcome of a hard nudge, or a playful scolding or two, Suzy is left baffled at the words that escape his mouth in a sharp whip, leaving her with not much to say at first. She’s left to react in whatever other manner she can apart from scold him, so she grabs his hand and eagerly gives it a hard squeeze. She can’t quite say if its a affectionate one because he was after all sticking up for her, or if she was silently warning him to not push further. Perhaps it was a mixture of both, but with her chin tucked down and her arm pulling hard, she’s dragging him away in an attempt to keep her eyes pinned down to the ground. The floor is a blur of beige and browns; flashing before her eyes because of the quickened pace to get him alone around the corner.

Typical; such a typical comment to be made by the male who was far from caring with how his words came out most times. The filter status to his words was seemingly somehow broken, or Taehyun simply didn’t care. Perhaps he also knew that this point and time, Suzy had become somewhat invulnerable to such icy brash words. It was a rather typical conversation for the two. Despite how Suzy acted whether bright and hopeful, or down and wth a complain of two that seemed petty; Taehyun was never shy of putting his two cents in. It was a question in mind to wonder if he would still say those things knowing Suzy had the potential to snap one day. If she were to suddenly turn her neck and turn to look at him so quickly with  few sharp whips of her own tongue - would he apologize, or would he simple provide a usual smug grin, amused that Suzy had something finally to call him out for. 

That time wasn’t now, but the scene still played in her head with actions down to the very last detail. Instead she’s just turning her head with her chin cradled in the palm of her hand to keep the positioning of her head stoic. She’s offering a not so amused look, but all she can do is have the toe of her shoe swing forward to hit at his ankle from her position side by side seated by him. 

The words at first didn’t hold much meaning, because it wasn’t rare that idols with rigid rules which burdened their shoulders were getting out of the track, only to somehow regret it later, but a hint of freedom would still linger inside of them. Tonight there was no freedom to flicker inside their souls, but dread and worry and most of all utter regret.

Because it wasn’t none of his business, he never asked Hani about her relationship status, even if he has heard some rumors, some news about her and a certain popular male celebrity going steady. Maybe that wasn’t the cause of her stress, which pushed her to such limits, that one night she dragged Taehyun out of his apartment, literally shoving him into some car she had specially rented for that occasion. She held no destination in her mind, tense hands were gripping tightly onto the wheel, her previous enthusiasm (not to say hysteria, for she looked like she were on the verge of falling into total debauchery) was gradually fading away, anxious eyes caught by his skeptical gaze. The concentration she had was only apparent, because a blurry, dark figure soon crashed against the car’s window, Hani immediately hitting the brake with all the force she could muster.

“Fuck. Was that…”, his voice, a little shaky, cut through the deep silence like a knife, though he received no answer. He wanted to get out and see what happened exactly, because he feared that the figure might have been a person crossing the street and now they were both most likely buried into a deeper trouble than they had initially thought of.

With everything that was going on, Hani just wanted a break from everything. The stress since their comeback had become a burden on her shoulders, the members tried to console her yet all she could do was accept their comfort, not really recovering fully. It had been hard on her, becoming the center of attention in such a short time when her group had been trying to get that attention for years. The only person she could think to turn to was Taehyun at that time, her mind was clustered with dusty thoughts, not granting her the wish of hers to think clearly. 

Reuniting with her friend and checking that he was safe in the passenger seat, she drove in silence - something that had never quite happened to her before. Hani would always be the center of attention, the life of the party perhaps. It was a serene feeling to know that the male didn’t think to pry on why she was doing this. Her conscience almost flew out of her soul as soon as something crossed over the road, causing her to put the car to a halt, her heart dropping to her ankle. Her breath hitched while sweat rolled down her back. 

Petrified. 

If she killed someone, it could end her career when it is at its peak right at the moment. Abruptly, she turned to her friend with her lips pursed together tightly, her heart beating fast... almost way too fast. “I... don’t-- I hope not.” It wasn’t right to sit there and doubt, no. Without a word, Hani dashed out of the car to check on the person. The sight before her eyes was a man who laid on the floor with scratches all over his body. 

( source: x sender: taeum​​​​ status: accepting. )

[ sms ⇉ mino ] what do you mean she’s hiding in your room? [ sms ⇉ mino ] christ, i’m not even at the dorm and i haven’t noticed that she’s missing. what have you done to my cat. [ sms ⇉ mino ] …but at least you have someone who genuinely likes you, so who am i to take her away from you?

Headcanons list ! -— taeum ! ●   ●   ●  status: accepting ! 

† = How the character feels about murder

he toys through the array of juices on display as he searches for the right amount of sugar to please his 5 am craving.

as cliche as it gets, just when he’s beginning to enjoy basking in his lonesome the bell rings and indicates an intruder. just when sehun thinks he can frolic through lackluster isles with his music challenging the tenacity of his eardrums, here comes another entity shrouded in a heavy winter coat. the bulky deformed bundle of fabric (then to sehun’s dismay) forms a direct beeline for the fridge, the fridge sehun’s obviously rummaging through. i mean, obviously.