#yhserin

⁂ feat. @yhserin

silence makes wonjun uneasy. it’s suffocating and still, and there’s nothing more disheartening than the realization that there is nothing left to be said, literally or figuratively. it’s part of why he’s always been so keen on sound. he thinks of his beats and music as amplifiers for what has to be said and substitutes for what is not. therefore he’s almost always listening to something, whether it’s for work or leisure; and not just listening, but submerging. but after an inhumane number of hours in the studio spent pouring over every intricacy of sound, he thinks he needs to unplug — or he might just go more insane than he already is. besides, he can’t hear anything properly anymore; not when his head is pounding, ears ringing. he needs to get out.

he leaves nearly everything back in the studio, his steadfast companion (i.e. his earphones) included; though he does take his phone, which is funny because there’s really nobody to talk to at this hour of day. he embarks on a meandering stroll through the locale which is quiet and lonely, but that’s not a bad thing. this sobering break from nonstop sensory stimulus was probably long overdue. admittedly it’s kind of nice to be able to hear himself think for a change, and the cool night air is rather refreshing. geez, he’s starting to sound like an old geezer now, isn’t he? 

HALLOWEEN EVE 

it was the eve of halloween and the only event that was the talk of the town was the countdown party at yang2. skylar always enjoyed the party scene it was the adrenaline that course through her each she would be apart of the many parties at the daebak house. it was what they were known for other than being loud and disruptive. though, she could say that some of the housemates were a little over the top, there was never a boring day there. 

skylar had just finished getting her nails ( ref. ) done for the party, the black and red really complimented with her costume as she would transform into the infamous gambler, yumeko jabami. her clothes were ready and settled nicely in the backseat of her car as she made her way to meet up with serin. the two had come to an agreement of skylar helping her find some wings for her costume she had thrown together for the party and then to yiseong gardens. the idea the other had for that was to destroy the decorations there. skylar didn’t know why the other would want to mess up her residential area, but she was down. 

upon pulling up to the yoon family home, she honks signaling she was outside. of course she could have simply called but it was easier just let the whole family know that she had arrived. like the typical daebak resident most thought of them as. not that she cared, she was having fun in yangcheon and being that she was already from a rich household, the lifestyle isn’t much new to her -- other than actually living it. she knew if she was still in thailand she would be well on her way to possibly an early graduation and already working for her father’s business. 

with @yhserin​

yang2. namhyuk was never a fan of alcohol and clubs, and yet, here he is in the place that his morals and beliefs are against. he didn’t like how the crowd goes wild, with the booming music flowing through the speakers and just the place reeking of alcohol and cigarettes… it was a recipe and place for disaster. but it would be hypocritical of namhyuk if he would say he doesn’t drink at all. he does it when he’s either celebrating or was dragged out by the people in his life. for tonight, it was the latter reason why he is in this place, dressed up as a slytherin student with glamorous make-up on.

there was a contest going on that whoever gets to wear the most creative and popular costume of the night, they would win a cash prize. namhyuk wasn’t interested, and if it weren’t for his friend that basically dragged him to this place, he would rather stay at home and finish decorating their dorm to fully immerse the halloween spirit. that’s the reason why he showed up in his low budget fit (which was most certainly used before as chelmico’s costume for a photoshoot before, but no one mention him).

but as how long namhyuk stayed, he number of drinks consumed grew by the minute, and the crowd that seemed annoying is now inviting for namhyuk. the beats of the dj playing was great, that the dancer’s body just lost all sensible reasons why he shouldn’t come up to the table and dance, but there he is, dancing very drunk to ariana grande’s  new song. the crowd around him was hyping him up, and namhyuk should give what they want, right? and so he dropped it low, but instead of gaining the proper balance to get up, namhyuk stumbles, and in a cartoonish fashion, had lost his balance. but he could feel someone trying to hold him up – but it was not enough, as in namhyuk’s vision, everything went falling down in slow motion, that he fell and dropped on a woman who was wearing a purple dress and… butterfly wings?

w/ @yhserin

Storming out of her house, pausing only to stick out her tongue as the gate latched shut behind her, Eunjung set off down the streets of Yangcheon Hill. Insider her bubbled a simmering resentment towards ugly stacked cube house after stacked ugly cube house full of pompous wealth proudly on display to the world. The neighborhood in which she’d grown up was a giant pissing contest and when she thought about how much good could have been done with the money used to put in that second pool, she could only walk faster past them.

For a while, she’d been taking things from her own home. An easy task when her family had much more than they needed or could keep track of. Selling them and donating the money had gone a little way towards easing the terrible guilt in her heart over living the way she did. When she’d begun, it had even filled her with an indescribable excitement at the risk and reward of doing something small for good. But now, it never felt like enough.

Power walking around the hill, the intent to blow off some steam had been enveloped by a growing rage and as she reached Yiseong Gardens, Eunjung made a decision. Looking up at the beautiful Yoon family home, she gave a final bolstering nod and slunk towards it, steps light and slight form clinging to the shadows.

It was easy, too easy for someone expecting some sort of security in their way. Maybe she’d even hoped for it to dissuade the potentially stupid idea she had. But no, she made it inside the quiet house without a problem. Even as she crossed the threshold a familiar, nervous, tingle covered every centimeter of skin while she assessed the grand home and its belongings. Fingertips trailed over paintings; footsteps carefully muffled as the thief made her way down halls. The genial family was probably her best bet for getting out of this with only a slap on the wrist, but it was still exhilarating to be somewhere she wasn’t meant to be.

@yhserin

right now there’s not much left for sujin at this party it seems.

all of a sudden she doesn’t want to be here anymore, doesn’t think it's okay to mingle with these people and act like everything’s fine when it’s not. she’s confused, but mostly angry, and hurt, which is why she’s been avoiding everyone, because god knows she would just end up lashing out at someone here, even if hideyo has been the first victim to her outrage. well, technically he’s the reason why she’s even mad, but it’s not like it’s his fault, no, it’s just that sujin always needs a fucking reason to be angry.

she needed a reason to justify why she’s feeling this way, why her heart’s breaking when she saw him with someone else like that, why it hurt her so much, and instead of asking for some explanation (what’s the need for that anyways? he didn’t have to explain anything to her.) she thinks it’s easier to just put the blame on him, make it seem like he’s the one who fucked things up for them. at least now she’s got a reason, one that doesn’t make sense, but a reason. that’s all she needs, right?

she knows it’s bad, knows that’s a dangerous thought to have, and when it starts to sound convincing enough in her head, nothing’s going to hold her back from blowing up, no matter who’s the receiving end. she doesn’t really think of the consequences, not after she’s done, not after it feels too late for her to turn back and fix what she’s ruined.

and no, she’s not really the type to fix things. she ruins them, and now that she’s left with the guilt, with the regret, there’s nothing much she can do. she could, but she just won’t, because that’s just how sujin is. she fucks things up, she doesn’t apologize, she pretends it never happens, she moves on. that’s why she’s always bitter for no reason.

it’s something she’s been trying to change, but old habits die hard, so instead she finds herself straying a little not too far away from the cha’s vacation house — she’s sick of the loud music, of the people, of herself, of everything, and god, she badly wants to leave right now. yeah, maybe she should just pack her things and go. after all it’s the last day of the party, she’d just come up with some excuse if anyone asks her about it, or maybe she could tell them to mind their own business, depends on who’s asking.

before she could head back to the house, she turns around and sees serin approaching. her face lights up almost instantly, as if the presence of serin alone is enough to make her feel better. she always have that kind of effect on her though, like she knows she could find comfort in serin whenever she feels down, and maybe that’s what she needed right now. some comfort, her best friend, a little peace of mind. "hey,” she calls out softly, smiling. “are you ditching the party too? is that why you’re out here?”

“easy. i’d make it where everyone would learn to live for themselves and stop dedicating their lives to trying to impress or seem desirable to others.” 

although yena is an avid twitter user, she can’t help but feel like there’s a dark side of social media. quite frankly, she loathes the fake internet personalities and has a strong belief that most people are too scared to be themselves these days.

 “it’s exhausting to log into social media and having to be subjected to what people want to be perceived as rather than seeing them being their authentic selves. we’re all inherently weirdos... i just don’t understand why some people find it so hard to embrace it.”

HONESTY HOUR MEME -- STATUS: NOT ACCEPTING 

“bold of you to assume that i admire my parents.” she says, hiding her amusement behind a blank look. but it’s a mere moments later that she breaks out into a small smile. “i’m kidding. my parents are strict and stuck in traditions, but they’re still kind people overall.” 

“to begin, i think that my parents are incredibly hardworking. i know they seem like just regular accountants to everyone, but they’re some of the best damn accountants that i’ve ever met.” a feat that is not hard to beat considering jiyeon has yet to meet many accounts, but the sentiment remains the same. “also, for people who came from a place of privilege, i think they’re much more grounded than one would expect. sure they still have this crazy idea that korea needs to return to a monarchical government, or at least follow in the footsteps of like england, but they do think of those who don’t have the same privilege us them. they also taught me to be humble.” 

her shoulder lift up into a small shrug, wry smile on her lips. “there are more qualities, but these are the ones that stand out.” 

after serin left, there was one thing siwoo pictured over and over again. it wasn’t what he would say to her if he saw her again, but what he would say to her before she left; what he would say if he was given the chance to say goodbye. 

“I’ll miss you. but it’s ok, I’ll be ok. just take care of yourself and live well while you’re there. and if it’s not too much, could I send you letters every once in awhile? you don’t have to reply but if you do, it’ll make me really happy. ” 

he was never mad that she left, he was just hurt that he never got to say goodbye, because it was proof that he did not mean as much to her, as she did to him; that she was ok with leaving without a goodbye. 

but most of all, he wanted to tell her, “don’t forget me.” because he knows he’ll never forget her and he’s not sure how he’ll feel knowing he doesn’t exist in her world anymore.