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— alcohol poisoning ?? extreme exhaustion ?? the words spun in dabin’s mind, they only seemed to make him worry much more despite the fact that teno was in the good care of the medical staff. dabin stood at the door ( just past the threshold ), frozen as he stared at the sleeping figure on the medical cot just paces away. he didn’t even hear the door shut behind him…
his steps slow, his breathing slowly halting as he approached the bed. his vision blurry as he stood over the model, a hand covering his mouth to hold in his choked sobs as he looked at the pale model, “teno…” he breathed, reaching out with a shaky hand before pausing just centimeters away from teno’s cheek, hand moving to grab the rail by the cot to steady himself, “oh god…why ??” he breathed as tears streamed down his cheeks, “what happened ?? why ??” he asked, voice hushed as he cried softly over the male’s slumbering figure.
worry filled him, ignoring the fact that his phone had been vibrating for the past 10 minutes ( when did he remember to shut off the sound ?? ). “please be okay, please be okay,” he chanted, hands clasping together as if he was praying to someone to ensure that teno was going to be okay, “euijeong, i swear to god…if you don’t pull through, i will pull you back from the dead and smack some sense into you,” dabin threatened, puffy eyes staring down on the male – he looked so calm…so peaceful…
--- approximately twenty or so minutes later, teno began to shift under the sheets. they’re small movements, almost like it pained him to even wiggle a toe, but his legs stretch out just a bit. his head shifts to the side and a hand tightens it’s grip on the visitor’s. pale lips part as dark eyebrows knit together in confusion and pain. “da....dabin...” he voice leaves him in barely a whisper and even with the beeping of all the machines it was probably hard to hear.
soon enough, eyelids begin to flutter and it’s not long until dabin’s worried features come into focus. the model is blinking a lot, eyes adjusting to the bright lights that shown down on the both of them. “i’m so sorry...” he says again, heart rate suddenly picking up as tears form behind hazel eyes. his heart monitor beings to get louder with every labored breath he takes, beeping faster. guilt washes over him as he looks into dabin’s eyes, a frown appearing across his lips. “you don’t deserve this...” he says again, chest rising and falling quickly as he lets go of dabin’s hand to hide his face with both of his hands.
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— scoffing softly, “you want to trade places ?? you can have the spot in the center, next to taewon,” he shook his head, “he’s like a toddler…toddlers always have high body temp, good in the winter, horrible in the summer,” wonho scrunched up his face, “youngjin got lucky and slept on the edge…i got trapped under taewon, it was such a struggle to get out,” he sighed, speaking as if it was an intense battle to get out from his bed.
silence filled the room for a brief moment, wonho was staring at the tiles on the kitchen floor as if he was trying to figure out what material it was made of….when taeho spoke again, breaking the silence, “mm ??” the rapper asked, looking up again, “what’s up ??”
--- taeho sets down the bowl of ramen he had made for himself, biting down on his bottom lip. he didn’t think that this would really be something he was so worried about sharing but then again, he’d had been a while since he took a doze of his anxiety medicine so that was probably playing a part in his anxious feeling. “i’m on medication. it’s for anxiety. it’s been so bad sometimes that i’ve almost had a heart attack and this storm is making me feel really bad,” he explains quickly. his voice breaks and cracks as he talks, tears already spilling over his eyes.
with the truth out, he rushes back to seojoon’s jacket and began shuffling through the pockets once more. finding the cabinet's key, he moves towards the locked door and with shaking hands opens the lock so he could swing the door open entirely. grabbing what he needed, he then opens the bottle and pops two pills into his mouth.
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『 ✖ 』 With narrowed eyes, Shinhwi scoffed and pushed Jeongguk back by his chest. “You’re a fucking idiot,” the boy spit out at the elder. Shinhwi wasn’t the type to be generous to people. No, that was his brother’s role in life. Sanghwi was always the angel, and Shinhwi perfectly fit into the devil role that was left. That didn’t mean he didn’t store feelings away to keep himself guarded, and he was pissed that Jeongguk hadn’t told him sooner. He would have found a way to make Sanghwi offer the older friend a place to sleep on the couch or something. “You’ve been just living on the street and then coming to meet me to hang out? I’ve eaten in front of you, asshole. I complained about the springs in my bed, and you don’t even have a bed.” Stepping forward, he pushed Jeongguk back again, anger still filling him at having to hold in his real concern for the other and his guilt at never noticing sooner. “If you were never gonna tell me, that means you thought I was stupid enough to never find out you were never actually going home, you dick. And after this, what? You’re going where?” Shinhwi took another step, this time grabbing the elder’s wrist instead of pushing him. Turning on his heels, he headed in the direction of his shared apartment with his brother. “You fucking jerk.”
--- jeongguk takes whatever the other throws at him, stumbling back until the backs of his shoulders crash into a wall. lips purse into a thin lip as he listens, biting back any smart remark that threatened to leave his tongue. of course, he’s been called worse, and he could easily fire back a response but if there was one person he actually had feelings for and cared about their opinion - it was shinhwi. “you know i don’t like complaining about that kind of stuff. i’ve been doing perfectly fine on my own with the life i was given,” he comments, letting his frame fall forward as he’s pulled along. if he was honest, the reason he hadn’t told shinhwi about his living situation was because he didn’t want to feel like shinwhi pitted him. he was used to getting pity from everyone else. he felt like if he got one of those sympathetic looks from shinhwi he’d close himself off entirely and not dare get close to anyone else.
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Taking a semi hiatus due to getting a second job.
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Taking a semi hiatus due to getting a second job.
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Taking a semi hiatus due to getting a second job.
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Taking a semi hiatus due to getting a second job.
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SF9_FANCLUB Twitter Update with SF9 Translation: Today’s boyfriend look
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--- sometimes it alarmed him with just how often he seemed to go to bed sad. tonight would have been one of those nights if a friend hadn’t called him up, seemingly in a worse mood than himself. so now, taeyeol sat in his friend’s living room, exhausted but here. “so what’s going on?” he asks softly, therapist voice taking over as he tried to mask any sign of his exhaustion.
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i’m here but i just feel like making muses even though i know that would be a terrible idea bc i can’t even do drafts and i already have so many muses someone stop me or encourage me idc
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ULTIMATE SHIP MEME - Send my character a ❤ and I'll fill in the form of what my character would do with yours.
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