#wildeycs

@wildeycs sent:  “i’m here to raid your fridge cause my date went really bad and all i’ve had is lukewarm water and breadsticks.”

    syllabus week was an easy but stress-inducing week, according to his older sister, a fellow student at this university. the week before, however, was rush week for greek life. did he start college knowing for certain he wanted to join a fraternity? no, but he did want to give it a shot; and he was glad he did, because tonight, after initiation, he got to celebrate with the brothers his brothers of beta tau upsilon, consisting of as much alcohol as one could possibly dream.

    that was how he ended up his overly intoxicated state, his legs, feeling like jelly, attempting to walk across campus back to his dorm. approaching the building, he pulled out his freshly made university ID, swiping it through the reader and was shocked when the door wouldn’t open for him. ‘are you fucking kidding me?’ why wasn’t the door opening? he’s come and gone successfully before, with grabbing a bite to eat, heading to the gym, and attending all the rush events the week prior. 

    then, he came up with probably the stupidest idea ever created: he’ll climb up to his dorm. fortunately, he had a tendency to leave his window open just enough to where anybody climbed in; he lived on the third floor so it wasn’t as if anyone could climb in and rob him. not like he had much to steal anyway. his laptop was always well hidden (behind his blue beanbag chair). tyler began the climb, world spinning in his vision. he eventually got up to the window, pushing it up and moving his body forward until he landed face first on the floor, legs sticking up from behind him as if he were the inspiration for the ridiculousness logo. “ow...” it wasn’t until he peeled himself up from the floor when he made eye contact with the other man, eyes widening. “...who are you and why are you in my dorm?” then it hit him. this wasn’t his dorm.

as a consequence of the alcohol, jayce slept well until the afternoon. right before he drifted off, he set up a sleeping bag and a few pillows for his brother. in the morning, layne folded the blanket and hitched a ride home with a friend after he woke up. he wrote his number down on a piece of paper signed with a small note:

if anything happens to you or him -call me

jayce was sluggish getting out of bed. the pressure from his head pounded through his temples. suddenly, blurry memories from the previous night wash over him. “oh my god,” jayce throws his pillow over his face. he knows he’s got to talk to yuna. this whole time he’s been trying to find ways to make her hate him less. last night had to of made everything worse. he struggles to put all the pieces back together. he can only recall fragments from the car ride. when the natural light from window stopped blinding him, he dragged himself to the shower.  the hot water revived him but he yearned for coffee and something to eat. 

with his towel wrapped around his waist, jayce shaved his face, making sure not to miss a hair. the fresh smell of aftershave he rubbed on his skin gave him chills. jayce picked out a classic pair of sweatpants; green this time. instead of a white shirt he opted for black. even if he couldn’t remember all the details, he was sure yuna deserved an apology for the way he intruded on her night. the blond runs a comb through the long tendrils and brushes his teeth. what was he thinking? he searches through his bathroom cabinets picking out a cologne he doesn’t usually put on. 

morning is a burn of light from the interstices of his blinds, pouring into his bedroom in pints. he stirs awake with seojung already gone from his side. reaching for the phone from his bedside, the notifications indicate that he has 62 missed calls, 119 kkt messages, and about… he doesn’t want to know the rest. right. this is that morning: dispatch must’ve released the staged pictures of himself, kissing kim minyoung, from the rookie girl group rosegold— yeah, yada yada, he’s known the drill. and everyone is so keen on confirming whether it’s real or for publicity purposes only… nosy fucks.

he groans, rolling around to bury his face against the pillow. doesn’t want to get up, doesn’t want to face this shit of reality again. this is beyond his paycheck, that’s for sure, and he’s not interested in opening the naver articles because he’s fairly certain that the company has confirmed that yes, their idols have been dating for the past few months. he remembers he spaced out a bit during the briefing from the public relations team, knowing the drill again, more or less. he’s less concerned about that, and more about this.

it has been quite some times since he last came home . even including these times when he would have to come by to grab something he forgot and needed -- considering he was away for quite some times due to the tour for one ( which just ended ) but also some appearances he had to make whether on american’s tv shows or in europe . now , he was just coming back from japan where he had to finish filming a video which would go with the next mixtape that was due to come out in a few couple of weeks . let’s just say that his life was quite ... well , he never got bored nowadays . tired , yes , but he always had something to do and so little times to catch up not only with his family and friends ... but also with his girlfriend . while it was hard , he always managed to send her a text or call her every now and then but ... that was before . truth was , no matter how much he claimed to love her , she rarely crossed his mind when he was busy on his albums or practicing . even when he had a few hours of break few days ago , he decided to leave his phone in his hotel room impulsively so that he could enjoy a drink with his manager and mentor . he was , for a lack of words , a shitty boyfriend . not that he noticed .

he wasn’t always like that though , of course . he used to be very attentive ... giving the girl he loved all of his attention . after all , jaesun and yuna have been together for quite some time , way before he was scouted and signed to that one prestigious company to realize one of his biggest dream . she fell in love with him when he was nothing but a normal dude , one that worked in a gas station while also being part of the underground rap world ( he did a few battles here and there which earned him respect and money ) but he was only that . a boy with a dream who never even stepped foot outside of south korea . most important though , he was yuna ‘s boyfriend . she saved him from the family that looked down on him for as long as he could remember , made him see himself with a clarity that only someone who truly loves you can give you . and he too showed his love and affection to her in every little ways that he could . for years , everything was good . he still remembered that promised he made her before going to that audition that changed his life forever : “ i’ll be back soon baby . can you make that ramen i truly adore tonight , please ?? “ unfortunately , he didn’t show up that night . not even the day after . it was the beginning of the end because after that , many cancellations followed .

and now , there he was , at the beginning of two weeks of vacations , unlocking the door to their shared house , huge bag in hand as he made his way in . his hair has gotten longer , getting in front of his eyes but he didn’t mind it . thought it gave him quite the look . “ babe ?? are you there ?? “ he called out , opening the fridge to take a bottle of water . “ yuna ?? “ he couldn’t wait to see her , really . he had so many things to tell her .

"Sometimes, I wonder why I deal with these people," Hayden muttered while taking another drink of his coffee, his fourth for the day, and looked over to the other. "Most of them are all the same. Too good for anyone else and treat staff like they're so far beneath them that it's actually making me want to quit." Then he paused, taking a deep breath. "Sorry, I told you I wasn't going to go off about work and I did."

“While you are here whining about being too rich, popular and well respected, people who desperately need the funds the banquet is going to raise are days from finding themselves in the streets. This is why you’re a brat, Alana. Your wishes have importance, but your duty does too. You have everything that most people can’t even imagine and you throw it away whining about how you wish you were normal. Well, reality check, you’re not. Now you can keep whining and feel sorry for yourself or make the best of the situation to use that status for good instead of being here refusing to go to a charity event that is far more important than whatever desires your little heart wants.” Lucky was unabashed in his scolding. Having lived through dozens of spoiled princesses such as herself whenever he had found himself gaining accesses to the world of the royals again. This time he chose the role of a bodyguard and this brat surely didn’t make it easy on him wanting to guard her.