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/tears up

@yfxgain , end of july, 2016

He feels restless as he walks, hands held together, lower lips held by teeth. There is a weird sense of doing something wrong, as if soon enough he’ll be caught by someone, anyone and that’ll be the end of this. But still he walks against his better judgement. He has successfully stayed away from any kind of stupid, foolish hope for three years now. His biggest step towards music was the orchestra club, and even so, he kept himself just a member, nothing else. His mother, otherwise, would have looked at him weirdly, told him to find a better club to be the president of. 

And yet, here he is, now right on her door. Taehyun looks at it for a while, reads her name, thinks if maybe he shouldn’t just leave. Maybe it’d be best. He feels foolish, standing there, violin case in hand, his bag on his side. But he can’t move. So he just knocks, finally, waits for a bit, only god knows why he doesn’t run. 

⇢ @yfxgain , august ´16

On days were Iseul had no reason in hell to wake up a specific time, you’d be nothing but a fool if you actually expected that much of her. She loved free things, and she adored this relaxing spa resort they had been sent to. Not that she planned on being overly social, no: drinking, relishing in the spa and crossing another place off of her ‘masturbation list’ was all she had the intention of doing. A perfect mini-vacation in other words. And while she had no interest living under the same roof as most of her fellow staff, at least she had Gain to keep her sane. As for right now, though, she was fast asleep. She may be an alcoholic in the making, but luckily past Iseul had the foresight to get rid of all the evidence. Or as much evidence as physically possible, because there’d be no escaping that hangover once she came to again. But that’s a problem for future Iseul.

The knocks traveled sharply from the door and almost split her head in two. With a low, guttural grow she swore she was perfectly capable of murder right now. Give her a life sentence or two, she’d be guilty of as much if this knocking continued. Luckily it didn’t, and at the vague mention of ‘room service’ she forced her eyes open and crawled out of bed like it was the most inconvenient, most challenging thing someone could ever ask of her. “The fuck...” Still partly asleep, but only a mild throbbing in her head, Iseul stepped over yesterdays lazily thrown clothes. She ran a hand through her messy hair and corrected the oversize t-shirt before opening the door, better not look like a total slob if it was a woman on the other side. It wasn’t. “Great, I’ll take this. Now fuck off.” She had already gripped the trolley and pulled it inside, leaving the confused man at a loss of words when the door was shut in his face. 

The blinders were shut (and she planned on keeping them that way, ew sunlight am I right?), but she turned the lights on and glanced at the trays of, undoubtedly delicious, breakfast. She also realized that it was a serving for two, and Iseul didn’t have to strain her brain trying to figure out who had sent it. The only thing that baffled her was why she hadn’t shown up yet. Or maybe she was just slightly questioning that as her temper in the morning was explosive at best: not pretty. Gain already knew to avoid that bombshell of a situation if possible. Regardless she pulled a grape off the vine, popped it in her mouth and reached for her phone that... wasn’t there? Oh, right. With no shame to speak of she walked across the room to pick the phone up from somewhere in the corner, where she had thrown it as soon as the alarm went off. We can’t all be morning people, okay.

[ ✉ gal pal extraordinaire ] are you coming or what?

@yfxgain

kang min & son gain; behind the doors of sunhwa’s music department

[text] _the idiot: I can hear whatever noise you are listening to from my office. Please turn it down.