dangerous love

junior year in cheongnam ✦ @247nara

even for a smart student like sumin, classes could be really boring at times. they became less interesting when you were more invested in something else, or even someone, she would say. she had been looking at the time for more than she should, one hand propping her chin as the girl glanced towards her side, smiley eyes focused on only one person. geum nara. the picture of them going on cute dates after school couldn’t make her stop smiling, and sumin could only hope nobody would realize how stupid she actually looked like at this moment. 

and when the bell finally rang, sumin quickly grabbed her bag and ran towards nara, pulling a chair to sit in front of the girl so she was facing her while nara packed her things. “hey, wanna go eat some cakes and milkshakes? it’s on me, i promise. just come with me!” of course, she would buy the whole world for nara, as cheesy as it might sound like, she was serious. placing both arms on the table, she rested her chin on her hands and looked up at nara with a childish pout, hoping the girl would agree. “i have something to give to you too, so you gotta come with me, whether you want it or not.” she nodded. “i missed you so much.” 

Oh, so it was one of those days. Instead of cunnilingus and fun times there would be bourbon and harmful nostalgia - sadly, like most nights, more often than not when Yongguk was alone with his thoughts. 

“It’s called sleeping for more than you should.” He answers to that first statement with somewhat of an biographic knowledge. Sleeping is the only tool when you don’t want to die but needs to stop existing a certain amount of time. It’s the closest he could get to it, anyway. 

He lets go of her foot and throws himself off the bed to pour Sumin a drink from the liquor cabinet. “And you just wish time could slow a little until you have things figured out before you need to get out of bed again.” He smiles to her over his shoulder. “So what will you take, a tiny bottle of vodka or a tiny bottle of whiskey?”  

“are you saying that i slept more than i should?” she asked, sounding a tad bit offended. “that doesn’t sound so bad. maybe i’m just making up for those times i’ve wasted not being able to sleep at nights.” sumin always had difficulties to sleep since she was young, but it had grown to be worse in her senior year in cheongnam. sometimes it was frustrating, for that it affected her daily activity. sleeping pills couldn’t help her for long, but she couldn’t seem to find another way that would work better now. it sucked not being able to sleep anyways. 

2 years ago ✦ @247qian 

the more she tried to forget about the tragedy, the stronger her memory became when it came to this particular incident. how could she ever forget it? sumin might always be reminded of it, and she was fucking sure the guilt would haunt her until the rest of her life. she knew it was all her fault, even if her father tried to convince her otherwise. “about the news, i’ve already taken care of it, so don’t worry. they won’t mention anything about you.” sumin could care less about the family’s reputation, but she absolutely didn’t need to see her friend (who was already dead by the time she woke up) took the blame when everything was clearly her fault. they were too happy, and happiness wasn’t meant to last long. sumin should have seen it coming. maybe if she didn’t bug eunbi to come with her that night, she could still be able to see her today. 

it was only her first week back in seoul, but she had already been admitted to the hospital due to sleep deprivation. coming back to this place seemed like a bad idea, but it wasn’t like sumin wanted to stay forever in australia either. everything looked way too familiar here, it made her feel hard to breathe every time she looked at the streets. maybe it was time for her to get over it, but she just couldn’t, not when the guilt was still eating her from inside. the city looked very beautiful at night, it would be a waste if she couldn’t enjoy it anymore. and so she tried, hoping that for once in her life that night, she would be able to admire the night again. everything was fine, until she saw a figure on the other side of the road. wait, wasn’t that eunbi? 

There wasn’t much else he could to after that beside sitting up too, finally getting rid of the too warm duvet prison he was under. 

Yongguk shook his head, fingers combing silky black hair back. “I have no idea but I bet you’re gonna tell me.” He was shirtless and half hard but that’s something he’s gonna have to deal with later, most likely by himself. 

The motel room was nice enough. All white and minimalistic, soft lights for an intimate atmosphere, huge fluffy pillows and a huge window with a view framing the glowing city down there. Sumin makes sense in this overly sterile decor, nothing too personal showing, nothing too cozy, just comfortable enough to feel right, but even after his services were no longer needed, Yongguk grabs her skinny foot and rubs his thumbs on the sole, giving her an impromptu massage.    

tired dark brown eyes widened slightly at his words, was he for real? she couldn’t tell. “that’s a really good idea,” sumin mused with a hint of sarcasm. “you could have at least tried to guess it because that would be better, but nevermind.” she didn’t even know why did she expect him to, after all nobody liked to play a guess game like that. lately she had been thinking a lot than usual, not like it was something new. she just wanted to stop for a while. 

“do you ever get tired of living, but you also don’t really want to die?” the question came out of nowhere. “like you’re just fucking confused the whole time, and you don’t even know what you want.” a sigh managed to escape from her lips, her gaze going down as she watched yongguk massaging her foot. sumin never really had a purpose in her life, not after she lost her mother.

//ASPHYXIATED 

WITH @247sumin

Yongguk pulls the duvet off his head. “Okay. It’s fucking -13º outside but I’m dying down here.” His face is all sweaty, his jaw is sore and he pretty much can’t feel his tongue anymore at this point. One thing he knows for a fact is that he is not bad at eating someone out. 

He tries again, kissing the inside of Sumin’s thigh, petting her smooth flat stomach with his other hand. “Are you sure you’re in the mood for this? You didn’t even try to kick me.” Other thing that he knows for a fact is that Sumin is not a fan when he gets all condescending like that, but maybe he’s just feeling more lovey-dovey tonight. “I can try the finger thing you like.”   

her eyes were kept shut, sumin ignored his words and chose to enjoy the pleasure he’s giving in between her legs instead. he was right though. it was freezing outside, yet it felt nothing like that in here. not when his touch made her feel hot, when his kisses managed to melt her right away. she finally opened her eyes when his question came up, and the comment that followed after, which she found quite amusing. propping herself with both elbows so that she could look at yongguk, taking a moment to watch him before she could respond. 

@yoongi247:

the producer let out an undignified laugh, eyes crinkling with mirth. taking two glasses from the cabinet, he pours two shots for himself and sumin. “ cheers to that, ” and with a swig, his own throat burned pleasantly with the taste of cheap alcohol. his mother surely would’ve fainted -or something equally as ridiculous- at the prospect of her younger son damaging his throat with these types of drinks. “ why did we both decide showing up to that was a good idea anyway? i’ve got everything we need for a damn good time right here. ”

her eyes twinkled in excitement upon seeing the drink, she took it carefully in her hand before emptying it in one go. that felt so fucking good. “you’re so right.” she agreed with him, despite knowing well why she was there in the first place. even so, it still wasn’t a good idea. “i’d say i was drunk when i made that decision, but maybe i was. i wouldn’t go there if i was on my right mind, right?” sumin let out a laugh. “at least it’s not too late for us to have a good time now.”

@247riah:

They were clearly breaking the rules, not that either woman cared. Riah amused at Sumin’s behavior, it had hardly been an hour since the masquerade party started yet here Sumin was —already bored and making plans for the next day. Riah had no clue what she would be doing in the next 24 hours, the last party she went to; the heiress ended up drunk with bed head in Jiyong’s apartment.

“Sure, if either of us can remember later, let’s do that.” Riah laughed, toasting to the aforementioned plans.

“of course we’ll remember that! i’m two hundred percent sure we’ll do. how could we not?” she wasn’t very sure too, to be honest. maybe they could still remember it now, or for the next few minutes. but she doubted they would still have that in their mind for the next hours. at least not in sumin’s head, not once she had gotten hold of the alcohol now. she downed the liquid all in one big gulp, letting it burn her throat as she grinned cheekily at the female. 

@sehun247

they said love was beautiful. to cha sumin, it was nothing. 

maybe it used to be something beautiful in her life once upon a time before. but that was long, long ago---she wasn’t sure if she still remembered how it felt like, how love felt like. there was no more love left in her body when her mother had died. as if her feelings had turned numb by then, she could hardly recall when was the last time she had loved, or been loved. why would people think love was so important? love got her heart broken. love made her break hearts. 

love was what made her kill. to cha sumin, love was a curse. 

@aa247

tonight was probably the only time ( or at least one of those times ) she had talked to people the most, the only time she wasn’t trying to avoid people. all thanks to alcohol. she probably would regret all this if she started to sober up, but that’s if she even remembered any of this. it’s a great night---well, after she had drank a little too much---so she was just living it while it lasted. after all, this chance didn’t come often, she had to grab it while she could. 

after drinking so much, sumin had started to get hungry. luckily not many was around the food table, which meant she was going to have it all to herself. but before she could take any of the food, her gaze fell onto something that didn’t seem too uncommon in her eyes. it was a tattoo. two flying ravens. she had the exact same tattoo on the side of her right hand, and so was this one. she knew other people might have the same tattoo, but her eyes couldn’t fool her now. 

she was confident that this was aya, or at least this tattoo did convince her anyways. looking up to meet the person’s face, her smile grew wider upon recognizing those familiar looking of lips. “i didn’t know you’ll come here,” she mused, reaching for a chocolate muffin. “that outfit looks really good on you by the way.” sumin was wearing gloves, therefore there was no way aya could see her tattoo. it would be hilarous if she couldn’t figure out who it was.