#yfxjang

yong is that u 👀👀👀👀👀 👀👀

          he’s the only one who carries the secret of what happened that night and she doesn’t question a thing, doesn’t question what this is because he’s the jang jongsuk. one expectation of hers he does break time and time again is coincidentally about time itself— because he’s less transient in her life than she thought he would be and she’s grateful for it albeit confused. another page and his hand seeks more skin, becomes acquainted with more of her and if he’s about ‘more,’ she’s generally about ‘less.’ balance is what she would call it and she’s certain he would call it annoying, whether he’d say so jokingly or not is another matter but it’s the quiet moments she likes most. because the charm he gives so easily and casually so to others melts away, gives way to warmth as she guides his hand away, fingers lacing with his as she shifts, head leaning against her shoulder even as her gaze doesn’t leave her novel. 

( walls close in and taehyun closes his eyes, trying to keep the memories from coming like a storm, taking over, no way to go. he giggles, drunkenness not even enough to keep him numb now, that sharp pain in his chest making it hard to breathe. alcohol used to do the work, but not even that is going his way anymore, his words echoing through his mind over and over, haunting.) (/ he stands up, almost trips on his way out. he needs to get out of there, his mind hazy. so he leaves his room, plans of trying to get something else, anything else that would just put him to sleep. luckily, he wouldn’t dream tonight.) (/ taehyun ends up on cheong ryong’s reading room, hooded eyes scanning the place in the dark. what time is it? 2am? 3am? whatever, really. he wonders if he has the guts - and the agility - to sneak out to get what he needs right now, or maybe he could just call someone, anyone, who could. but a sound by the door takes him from his thoughts, and he turns around, fringe covering his eyes just a little, but he can recognize that face easily.) jang jongsuk! (/ he calls before even thinking, voice heavy and slurred. he watches the other boy, and can’t help but smirk ) you’re drunk!