#park gaeul

[yangnaseon]

fuck marry kill

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share your favourite things with me

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(tópico livre quero ouvir sobre tudo)

━ eu meio que sou um homem comprometido agora sabe... mas também... não tem uma aliança no meu dedo né? ━ deu de ombros ainda que a joia em si não fosse realmente o fato de ele não estar mais flertando com outras pessoas e sim uma escolha e desejo próprio. ━ tá bom então vamos começar com fuck, com quem eu iria pra cama com gosto? bem com... @kohamaru porque ela é bem fofa e toda patricinha, seria legal provocar uma versão diferente dela... @minvji e @haeunhoney porque elas tem cara daqueles tipos de mulher destruidoras de coração e que acabariam comigo fácil sabe... e por incrivel que pareça o @nxkyvm porque seria muito bom ocupar aquela boca com alguma coisa pra ele não falar merda... @jeansui e acho que eu não preciso me justificar porque tipo é o jean... e por ultimo... e que provavelmente eu não deveria dizer... mas não posso negar que foi um dos melhores sexos que já tive então mesmo que tenha terminado como terminou eu preciso colocar o @gaevl na lista. ━ então olhou o segundo tópico, marry e aquela era bem fácil. ━ @fluffybunnyz porque eu imagino a gente facilmente velhinhos fazendo tricô e soa adorável não? diria que a @heavenstarr também porque ela me entende como ninguém e eu adoro conversar horas com ela então acho que a gente se daria muito bem se nós casássemos. ━ assentiu animado como se imaginasse a possibilidade. ━ com todo respeito tá? sei que ela tá namorando e não quero roubar a mulher de ninguém, é só uma suposição, tipo uma fanfic ok? ━ se pôs a se explicar só porque vai que o universo resolvia revirar e roubasse o seus homens, se sentia quase desesperado com a ideia. ━ kill, coloco o @nxkyvm também... quer dizer eu não odeio ele a esse ponto... mas as vezes... sei lá... ele me tira do serio... não sei como ainda não soquei aquele rostinho bonito ainda mas qualquer dia desse eu posso parar na cadeia se ele não controlar aquela língua.

unpopular opinions naseon ficou em silêncio por alguns segundos só pra reunir os pensamentos e decidir qual era o mais interessante de ser falado. ━ triangulo amoroso é extremamente sem graça porque geralmente é formado por um casal e um personagem secundário usado só pra atrapalhar o casal a ficar juntos e causar um drama totalmente desnecessário na historia porque todo mundo sabe com quem a mocinha vai ficar, até porque sempre fica óbvio que ela nem gosta do secundário realmente e ninguém consegue gostar ou shippar a mocinha com o personagem secundário porque ele geralmente só tem uma característica de personalidade... lemony snicket foi genial com desventuras em série e merece mais reconhecimento... olivia rodrigo não é tudo isso e eu podia citar pelo menos duas paginas de nomes de cantores que mereciam mais o grammy que ela... wandinha é uma ofensa a quem gosta de família addams e família addams é uma tremenda critica social em forma de humor ácido mas que aparentemente ninguém entende... café gelado é tão bom quanto café quente... ...

━ favourite things? ━ acabou inconscientemente fazendo aquele biquinho com os labios, uma mania quando ficava muito concentrado em alguma coisa, enquanto pensava sobre porque estava levando bem a serio aquela questionário. ━ fumar olhando as estrelas... gosto de como meus problemas parecem pequenos quando faço isso... qualquer suco com leite ou leite condensado mas não muito, não gosto de coisas muito doces... cozinhar com o @danilcc... mas não conta pra minha mãe, ela pode ficar com ciúmes... ou inveja, anyway, é engraçado porque sou horrível mas é divertido quando cozinho com ele... também escutar ele cantar... ficar assistindo filmes até tarde com o hangyu... até mesmo se for um que já vimos umas quinhentas vezes já... e escutar ele contar algo que aprendeu na escola... ficar conversando até tarde com o @zihcn... só jogar papo fora e perder o horário... e quando ele deita no meu colo pra pedir cafune... conversar sobre moda com @fluffybunnyz... ela fica muito feliz quando tá me contando das criações dela e eu acabo ficando feliz também... quando o @haejeans vem me visitar... quando ele insiste em me abraçar... ou quando ele manda mensagem... quando meus gatos ficam se esfregando no meu pé... eu sei super estranho mas eu acho tão fofo eles rolando sobre só pra sentir a textura da meia, é adorável... beber e entrar em uma conversa filosófica com @heavenstarr... sentir a brisa de manhã cedo enquanto caminho... pilotar minha moto... comer qualquer coisa que minha mãe faça... escutar meu pai falando sobre fatos científicos aleatórios que ele sabe... ━ acabou se dando conta que provavelmente a coisa favorita dele era só escutar quem ele gostava falando sobre qualquer coisa que fosse.

naseon se sentiu quente antes mesmo de falar só com as lembranças que vinha na cabeça daqueles que ele poderia denominar my crushes. ━ eles são pessoas bem diferentes, diferentes de mim também, é engraçado porque de alguma forma eu sinto que combinamos bem... e eu... ━ ele eventualmente acabou suspirando e fazendo um careta em seguida ao constatar aquilo, não em algum tipo de reprovação mas puro divertimento de sua parte por notar o quanto estava cadinho. ━ sabe eu nunca almejei essas coisas... romance e tudo mais... eu tinha certeza que não era pra mim... eu realmente tava convencido em ser o tio dos gatos... ━ era um apelido que recebeu um pouco depois de se mudar pro complexo e não era uma total mentira. ━ e deveria ser assustador como eu não tenho medo dessas mudanças sobre como eu vejo meu futuro agora sabe? mas eles fazem ser tão natural que é como se... como se eu sempre tivesse desejado... como se só fosse pra ser? ━ negou com a cabeça entre um riso porque naseon sempre foi muito cético sobre destino, sorte ou qualquer outra coisa mas não havia outra explicação pra o que tinham. ━ as vezes eu acho que não mereço eles... ou que eles merecem alguém melhor... mas por alguma razão eles me quererem mesmo assim... e eu só quero estar com eles seja como for... e é, acho que nunca quis tanto algo em toda minha vida... então no final eu só posso ser grato, né? tô tentando dar o meu melhor... tentar ser o que eles merecem... fazer eles felizes... eu quero muito poder fazer eles felizes... é... porque... bom... sabe... por um longo tempo foi muito difícil pra mim me sentir feliz... ou só... ━ querer estar vivo. mas naseon não conseguia dizer em voz alta, ele não queria que a relação deles carregasse um peso tão grande que não fossem capazes de suportar. ━ sempre é fácil com eles... tudo é mais fácil com eles... eu gosto mais da minha vida quando estou com eles... i like me better when i'm with you them.

[songsejun]

starter fechado com @gaevl​.

why are you staring at me like that? ━ porque tu é um puta de um gostoso e com essa roupa... ━ sejun não conseguiu fitar o maior de cima a baixo descaradamente antes de complementar. ━ nunca quis tanto sentar num macho. ━ e aquele era o jeito song sejun de dizer a amigos que eles estavam muito bonitos. ━ passei do limite? ━ ele brincou entre um olhar que beirava não tô arrependido mas peço desculpas se você quiser. ━ por sinal quase me esqueci do que vinha fazer aqui. ━ estendeu a mão e não havia qualquer explicação no ato até da inquisição que fazia para que o outro aceitasse enquanto balançava os dedos no ar. ━ você pode evitar todo mundo park, menos eu. ━ poderia ser algo bom ou ruim dependia de gaeul porque sejun não iria deixar ele sozinho isolado em um canto nem por cima do cadáver dele.

[herbertlangethings]

happy B-Day 8th May to our pretty and elegant Park Gaeul from Favorite here right now !!!!!!

[randofanficrecs]

Today's random fic rec comes from the Favorite(band) fandom, Before the Floodlights Come On which has been orphaned.

Chapters: 1/1 Words: 1,096 Fandom: Produce 101 (TV), Favorite (K-pop), A.De Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Park Haeyoung/Park Gaeul Characters: Park Haeyoung, Park Gaeul, Alex Christine, Yu Sua, Lim Jungmin, Lee Chaeyeon, Nakano Ikumi, Go Yujin Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Graffiti Series: Part 5 of 30 ways to hold Language: English Summary: haeyoung/gaeul + in the dark

[morimasami]

❛  shut up and let me comfort you.  ❜ /gaeul

━ tá, tá bom... mas que saco viu? porque você tem que me conhecer tão bem ao ponto de saber quando tô mentindo que tô bem?

[elryuse]

Hierarchy

Pt 6 : Our Complex Feelings

For My Other Hierarchy Story, Please Kindly Check Over Here. Hope You Liked It.

The days after that night blurred together, each one passing in a haze of uncertainty and fear. I tried to distance myself from So-hyun’s influence, but it was impossible. Everywhere I went, she was there, her presence looming over me like a dark cloud.

I hadn’t spoken to Wonyoung since the night of the party, but her face haunted me. The hurt in her eyes, the way she looked at me as if I had betrayed her, it gnawed at me. I didn’t want to be a part of whatever twisted game So-hyun was playing, but every time I tried to pull away, So-hyun’s grip tightened.

I sat in the sleek, dimly lit room of So-hyun’s penthouse, my hands trembling around the glass of wine she had handed me. The taste was sharp, the alcohol doing little to calm the storm raging inside me. So-hyun sat across from me, watching me with that calculating gaze, her lips curling into a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

"You know, Y/n," she began, her voice smooth like honey but laced with something darker, "you’ve been a very good little pawn. But now… it’s time for you to fully understand the game."

I frowned, not sure where she was going with this. My throat felt dry, the words caught in my chest. "What do you mean?"

She leaned forward, her fingers tracing the edge of her wine glass. "I’ve been watching Wonyoung, you know. She’s weak, vulnerable, and yet… so full of potential. She could have been a powerful player, someone I could use to my advantage. But the thing is, she’s standing in my way. She’s always been in my way. And now, I need her to feel pain. I need her to suffer. And you, Y/n, are going to help me make that happen."

My heart skipped a beat, panic rising in my chest. "I—what? No. I can’t do that."

So-hyun’s smile grew wider, more dangerous. "You don’t have a choice, darling. You’re already too deep in this. And I’m not going to let you go so easily. You will help me torment her. You will help me break her down, piece by piece, until she’s begging for mercy."

I shook my head, my chest tightening. "I won’t do it. I won’t hurt her."

So-hyun’s eyes darkened, and the air in the room grew colder. "You misunderstand, Y/n. This isn’t about you liking it or not. This is about survival. You can either help me, or I’ll make your life a living hell. You’ll watch as everything you’ve worked for crumbles, and you’ll watch as Wonyoung suffers, knowing that you could have stopped it. You’ll regret it."

I wanted to stand up, to walk out, to escape this nightmare, but her voice held me in place, like a trap I couldn’t escape.

"Think about it, Y/n," she continued, her voice low and threatening. "If you help me, you’ll be rewarded. You’ll be a part of something much bigger than yourself. And Wonyoung?" She paused, a cruel smile playing at her lips. "She’ll never know what hit her. She’ll lose everything. Her power, her dignity, her friends… all gone. But you? You’ll rise to the top. You’ll have everything you ever wanted. All you need to do is follow my lead."

I wanted to scream, to fight back, but my body betrayed me. I could feel the weight of her words, the promise of power dangling before me like a forbidden fruit. Could I really do this? Could I destroy Wonyoung just to survive in So-hyun’s world?

"Why Wonyoung?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

So-hyun’s smile faltered, but only for a moment. "Because she’s everything I want to be, but I’ll never let her have it. She’s pure, innocent, and the world adores her. But the moment she steps out of line, she’s mine to destroy. And you’re going to help me tear her apart."

A sickening feeling settled in my stomach. I didn’t know what to do.

"Do we have a deal, Y/n?" So-hyun asked, her tone turning sharp, commanding. "Because if you want to survive in my world, you’ll learn that loyalty isn’t given freely. It’s earned through blood and pain. And if you’re not willing to pay the price, well… you’ll regret it."

I looked at her, at the cold, calculating gleam in her eyes. I had no choice.

"Yes," I whispered, the word tasting like ash on my tongue. "I’ll do it."

So-hyun’s smile returned, victorious, as if she had just won some great battle. She stood up, walking around the room with a grace that was almost predatory. "Good. I knew you’d come around. Now… let’s start planning how we’re going to break Wonyoung."

The next day felt like a shift in the very air around me. As soon as I stepped onto campus, I could sense it. The whispers, the glances, the way people looked at me differently. The rumors had already started circulating. So-hyun had a way of making everything feel like a show, and I was now part of her spectacle.

She had her arm around my shoulder, her fingers lightly brushing against my skin as she laughed too loudly, her voice echoing through the halls. Her hand slid down to rest on my waist as we walked, making sure everyone knew we were together. The stares were unmistakable—those cold, judgmental eyes from people who once passed me by without a second thought.

I tried to focus on the normal routine, but it felt like everything had been flipped upside down. As we passed by my usual classroom, I turned to So-hyun, confusion written across my face.

"This… this is my class," I said, pointing toward the door.

So-hyun didn’t seem fazed in the slightest. She just laughed, a low, knowing chuckle that made me feel even more out of place.

"You’re not in that class anymore, Y/n," she replied sweetly, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You’re with the big leagues now."

Before I could ask anything else, So-hyun pulled me down a different hallway, one I’d never seen before. The walls were lined with velvet curtains, the atmosphere changing from sterile and mundane to opulent and exclusive. My heart raced as we passed a few students who glanced at us with curiosity, their expressions a mix of surprise and envy.

So-hyun led me through a heavy wooden door, and what lay beyond it made me feel like I had just stepped into a world far beyond anything I’d ever known. The room was breathtaking—luxuriously furnished with plush velvet chairs and intricate chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. On the tables were plates of food so extravagant it looked like something from a five-star restaurant. The soft scent of gourmet meals and fine wine lingered in the air.

I didn’t even know how to react as I stood frozen, looking around. It felt wrong, like I didn’t belong. But So-hyun was already walking toward one of the tables, pulling out a seat for me as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Sit," she ordered, her tone playful but insistent.

I sat down slowly, still unsure of what exactly was going on. My eyes scanned the room, trying to make sense of it all. And then, I saw them. Wonyoung, Jimin, and Winter. The three of them were seated at another table, deep in conversation, but their eyes flickered to the front of the room occasionally. Wonyoung, in particular, looked so at ease, so natural in this space, and yet there was something in her gaze—a hint of unease. It was like she could sense the shift, like she knew something was different.

They were still in the middle of a discussion, something about their history class. They were all intently focused on the teacher, who was speaking about the Vietnam War with great passion, but the moment their eyes landed on me, I felt a chill. They didn’t say anything at first, but the silence was deafening.

Wonyoung’s eyes narrowed, her lips pressing into a thin line as she turned her attention back to the teacher. Jimin and Winter exchanged looks, their expressions filled with curiosity, but also concern. I could feel the tension, even from across the room.

So-hyun noticed me staring at them, and her lips curled into a sly smile. She leaned over, her voice a whisper in my ear.

"They’re watching you, Y/n," she murmured, "and they’re not going to understand what’s happening. Not yet, anyway. But soon, they’ll know. You’ve stepped into my world now."

I turned to face So-hyun, my mind spinning. The guilt I had been trying to push aside came rushing back, but it was quickly drowned out by the allure of the power So-hyun wielded. I had a choice now. I could ignore Wonyoung, pretend everything was fine, or I could become part of So-hyun’s twisted game, a game that was starting to feel impossible to escape.

The teacher’s voice suddenly interrupted my thoughts, and I looked back to see Wonyoung still paying attention, her focus unwavering. But I couldn’t help but notice the way she occasionally glanced at me, like she was waiting for me to say something. Anything.

So-hyun watched me with a knowing look, her fingers drumming lightly on the edge of her glass. She leaned in again, her voice soft and cold.

"Don’t worry, Y/n," she whispered, "you’ll see how easy it is to make them bend to our will. To make them beg for our approval."

I could feel the walls closing in, the weight of the decision pressing down on me. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep pretending this was all okay. But there was no turning back now. I had made my choice. And So-hyun wasn’t going to let me forget it.

As the history lesson continued, I tried my best to focus on the teacher’s words, but every time I tried to pay attention, So-hyun’s presence seemed to draw me back into her orbit. She was close—too close. Her fingers brushed against mine, her knee subtly pressing against my leg under the table. I could feel her warmth, her soft breath against my ear as she whispered sweet little nothings, making me feel like I was the center of her world.

"Are you listening, Y/n?" So-hyun cooed, her voice sweet but laced with an underlying hint of possessiveness. She nudged me again, her body practically leaning into mine as if marking me as her territory. Her attention was all-consuming, and as she snuggled closer, I couldn't help but notice the eyes of the entire class shifting toward us.

The room felt suffocating. Every whisper, every glance, seemed magnified. I could feel the eyes of my classmates boring into me, some intrigued, others confused, but all unmistakably aware of the scene So-hyun was creating. The classroom became our stage, and So-hyun was the actress, pulling me into her performance whether I wanted to be part of it or not.

But the most noticeable reaction came from Wonyoung. She was seated just across from us, trying to focus on the lesson, her fingers absently twirling her pen, but I could see the way her eyes kept flicking toward us. It was subtle at first, but the more So-hyun pressed herself against me, the more it became impossible for Wonyoung to look away. Her gaze hardened, her lips pressing into a tight line.

So-hyun noticed this too, her smile curling into something sly as she leaned even closer to me. Her arm wrapped around my shoulder, and she let out a soft giggle, as if to say, I know exactly what I’m doing. She kept her voice just loud enough for Wonyoung to hear.

"Isn’t it nice, Y/n? Being with someone who truly cares about you?" So-hyun said, her tone saccharine sweet. She placed a kiss lightly on my cheek, making sure everyone saw it. The class seemed to freeze for a moment, and I could feel the weight of their gazes on us.

Wonyoung’s hand trembled slightly as she set her pen down. She glanced at So-hyun and me one more time before clearing her throat and standing up abruptly. Her chair scraped loudly against the floor as she excused herself from the room.

"I… I’m not feeling well," Wonyoung muttered, her voice strained. "I’ll be back later."

With that, she turned and quickly walked out of the room, her steps quick and purposeful. I watched her go, my heart twisting uncomfortably in my chest, but So-hyun didn’t seem bothered in the slightest. In fact, she smiled even wider as she watched Wonyoung leave, as if she had just won a victory.

"You see, Y/n?" So-hyun whispered, her lips still pressed to my ear, "She can’t stand seeing us like this. She knows she’s losing you."

I swallowed hard, trying to process everything. I wasn’t sure if I should feel guilty, or angry, or something else entirely. The guilt of what was happening to Wonyoung, the way So-hyun was manipulating everything around me, was starting to gnaw at my conscience. But every time I tried to pull away, So-hyun would only draw me closer, her grip tightening around me.

The teacher continued speaking, but the words felt distant now, like background noise in the growing tension. I didn’t know where this was all heading, but I couldn’t help but wonder if there was even a way back to the way things used to be.

I pushed open the bathroom door, stepping out of the classroom and making my way toward the nearest restroom. My thoughts were in turmoil, the events of the day weighing heavily on me. I needed a moment of solitude—just a break from the chaos that had been building all around me, especially with So-hyun’s constant attention and Wonyoung’s absence.

As I walked through the hallway, I noticed Ryujin standing with a small group of her friends. The moment our eyes met, she quickly broke eye contact, focusing on the conversation in front of her. I could feel the tension between us, the invisible wall that had been there ever since that night—the truth-or-dare game, and the way I hadn’t kissed her. It was still there, a reminder of what had never happened, and what I couldn’t undo.

I could sense the bitterness in her avoidance, the unspoken resentment that lingered in the air. She probably still hated me for it, for not following through when I had the chance.

With a sigh, I continued my walk and eventually reached the bathroom. The relief I felt as I stepped inside was brief, but welcomed. It was just a few minutes of peace, away from everything and everyone. But as I finished and was about to head back, I heard something that stopped me in my tracks.

A soft sobbing, followed by words that echoed through the stillness of the girls' restroom. The voice sounded familiar, and as I strained to listen, I felt my heart skip a beat.

"Siball… That damned whore should just die… and what's with that guy… He kissed me… and yet… why… why do I fucking love him… what's wrong with me?"

The words were laced with anguish, raw emotion spilling out in the midst of the pain. I recognized the voice immediately.

It was Wonyoung.

A wave of confusion and guilt washed over me as I stood frozen in place. Wonyoung's words were a punch to the gut. She was hurt, more deeply than I had realized. And it seemed like she was struggling with something more—something she couldn't even understand herself.

I wanted to walk in, to comfort her, but the fear of making things worse held me back. I couldn't help her if I didn't know what to say, what to do.

But the more I stood there, the more I realized just how tangled everything had become. So-hyun's manipulations, Wonyoung's pain, my own confusion—it was all leading me down a path I wasn’t sure I wanted to walk.

I stayed where I was, my mind racing, unsure of the right choice.

I took a deep breath as I stepped back into the classroom, my mind still clouded with the emotional weight of what I had just overheard. I tried to shake off the thoughts of Wonyoung's sobs, but they clung to me, refusing to let go.

When I walked in, Sohyun immediately noticed me. She seemed to light up as her eyes locked onto mine. It was as if the brief separation had made her miss me even more, and without hesitation, she pulled me down into the seat next to her.

Her hand brushed against mine, and she leaned in close, her voice dripping with concern. “What’s wrong?” she asked, her expression soft but insistent. "You were gone for a while. Did something happen?"

Her words were gentle, but there was an edge of possessiveness beneath her tone. Sohyun had a way of making everything feel like it revolved around us—her and me. But in that moment, I couldn’t fully focus on her, not when my mind was consumed by the conversation I had just overheard in the restroom.

I hesitated for a moment, unsure how to respond. The last thing I wanted was to burden her with my thoughts. She already had her own agenda, her own plans, and I wasn’t sure I was ready to dive into everything that had happened with Wonyoung.

But Sohyun wasn’t one to let me off the hook so easily. She studied my face closely, her eyes narrowing slightly as she read the unease in my expression.

“Hey,” she said softly, her voice no longer as playful but filled with something more serious, “Tell me. You know you can tell me anything, right? What's bothering you?”

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, torn between giving her the truth and protecting myself from whatever she might do with it. I couldn’t ignore the weight of the words I had heard Wonyoung speak, the raw emotion in her voice. But I also knew that Sohyun wouldn’t take kindly to anything that might bring Wonyoung into the picture.

Sohyun placed a hand on mine, her fingers lightly brushing across my skin, anchoring me to the present. “Whatever it is,” she said with a smile, though there was an intensity in her eyes that made it clear she wanted me to share, “I’m here for you.”

I looked into her eyes, feeling the familiar tug of her presence. The connection we had was undeniable, but the complexity of everything else weighed on me. Would telling Sohyun about Wonyoung’s words bring us closer, or would it pull me further into a web I couldn’t escape?

With a deep breath, I decided to share just a little, to test the waters. “I… overheard something,” I started slowly, my voice quieter than usual. “Wonyoung… she’s going through something. I don’t know what, but she sounded… really upset.”

Sohyun's expression shifted subtly, her eyes narrowing for just a moment, though she didn’t let go of my hand. “Wonyoung, huh?” she said with a slight edge to her voice. “She’s been a problem for a while now, hasn’t she?”

I didn’t know how to respond. Sohyun was always so confident, but I could sense a possessive streak in her, one that didn’t take kindly to anyone—especially Wonyoung—getting in the way.

But she seemed to soften again, her tone turning gentle as she leaned in closer. “Whatever it is, don’t let her get to you. You’ve got me now,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the murmur of the class around us. “You don’t need anyone else.”

The words hung in the air, and I felt the weight of her affection pressing down on me. I wanted to believe her, to let go of everything else and just focus on the person in front of me, but something deep down told me that this wasn’t going to be as simple as Sohyun made it seem. There were too many tangled emotions, too many unsaid words.

But for now, I just nodded, squeezing her hand in return. "Yeah," I said softly, trying to convince myself more than anyone else. "I’m fine."

The bell rang, signaling the end of the history class, and as the students started gathering their things and chatting amongst themselves, Sohyun immediately grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the VIP room. Her energy was contagious, and as much as I was still processing everything from the restroom, I couldn't help but follow her.

Once we entered the room, Sohyun’s face lit up even more as she spotted her friend, Gaeul, sitting at one of the plush couches. The two girls immediately embraced each other in a tight hug, exchanging playful banter about their day, laughing, and filling the room with a sense of familiarity and warmth. The way they interacted, as if they’d known each other forever, was almost effortless, and for a moment, I felt like an outsider, just standing at the edge of their little world.

But Gaeul didn’t seem to share the same warmth when her gaze landed on me. Her smile faltered slightly, and her eyes narrowed as she looked me up and down, taking in my presence as if she hadn't expected me to be there. The air in the room shifted, a coldness creeping into her otherwise friendly demeanor. I could feel the tension rising, though I wasn’t sure exactly why.

Sohyun seemed to notice the shift too. She immediately turned to face me, her hand still gripping mine, as if trying to reassure me. "This is my friend, Gaeul," she said, her voice bright and carefree. "She’s been with me since forever."

I gave a polite smile and offered my hand to Gaeul, trying to keep things cordial. "Nice to meet you, Gaeul," I said, trying to sound as friendly as possible.

But before I could even finish my sentence, Gaeul's eyes narrowed further, and she tilted her head slightly as if sizing me up. Her voice was sharp, and the air in the room became heavier with her question.

"What is he doing here?" she asked, her tone carrying an edge that was impossible to ignore.

Sohyun, still holding onto my hand, looked at Gaeul with a playful but slightly defensive smile. "What do you mean, Gaeul? He’s with me. Isn't that obvious?" she said, her tone teasing but firm, almost like a warning.

Gaeul’s expression didn’t soften. In fact, she seemed more guarded, her arms crossed tightly over her chest as she looked at me, clearly unimpressed. "I didn’t ask what you think," she shot back, her eyes never leaving mine. "I’m asking why he’s here. What does he want?"

The question hit me harder than I expected. I wasn’t used to being questioned so directly, especially by someone I didn’t even know. It felt like I was being scrutinized, as if I had done something wrong by simply being in the room.

Sohyun looked between Gaeul and me, a flicker of something crossing her face—was it irritation or something more? "Gaeul, come on, don’t be like that," she said, her voice suddenly quieter, though it still held a hint of authority. "He’s fine."

But Gaeul didn’t back down. She uncrossed her arms, her gaze still sharp. "Fine?" she repeated, almost mockingly. "You really trust him that much? You’re just letting him in like this, after everything that’s happened? You don’t think that’s… dangerous?"

Her words hit me like a blow. Dangerous? I didn’t know what she was referring to exactly, but it felt like a challenge. I wanted to defend myself, to say something that would make her see that I wasn’t just some pawn in whatever game they were playing, but I didn’t know how to respond.

Sohyun’s grip on my hand tightened slightly, and I could sense the shift in her mood. "Gaeul," she said, her voice now low and firm, a warning in her tone. "I’ve got this. Just trust me."

Gaeul didn’t say anything for a long moment. The silence between us was thick, and I could feel the tension rising. Finally, she let out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh and uncrossed her arms. "Fine," she muttered, her eyes still skeptical. "But don’t say I didn’t warn you."

I exhaled slowly, not sure what I had just walked into. Gaeul clearly didn’t like me, and I couldn’t tell if this was just some strange dynamic between her and Sohyun or something more. It seemed like there was a lot beneath the surface I didn’t understand yet.

Sohyun’s smile returned, albeit a bit strained. "See? Everything’s fine," she said to me, though her gaze was still lingering on Gaeul, as if waiting for her to say something else. "Now, sit down, relax. Gaeul and I are just catching up."

As I made my way to a seat, I couldn’t help but feel like I was entering a deeper, more complicated situation than I had anticipated. Gaeul’s warning, her distrust, it all felt like something I wasn’t prepared for.

But at that moment, Sohyun was there beside me, and for better or worse, I couldn’t ignore the pull she had over me. Whatever was happening here, I would have to figure it out soon. And the more I thought about it, the more I realized I might not have a choice.

[morimasami]

claro que masami faria alguma coisa sobre a informação de gaeul não estar comendo direito, não podia evitar, eram amigos e claro que ela se preocupava com ele. então assim que fechou a loja foi no restaurante que sabia ser o favorito do mesmo, se lembrava bem da primeira vez que ele comeu a lasanha e de como ele parecia só sabia falar do quanto precisava provar também. esperando na porta do mesmo com a grande embalagem em mãos, porque tinha pegado a maior porção para caso jean quisesse comer mais tarde também.

a recepção porém arrancou uma boa risada de masami enqunato assentia confirmando que sim era a lasanha daquele restaurante italiano perto do ponto de ônibus. ━ olha eu nem acharia uma má ideia viu. ━ afinal quem negaria? mas masami apenas negava com a cabeça enquanto entrava no apartamento porque era uma ideia absurda quando os dois eram super ciumentos. ━ conseguiu finalizar seus trabalhos? ━ perguntou por curiosidade e certa preocupação que gaeul pudesse estar sobrecarregado. ━ se sim, vamos só aproveitar pra relaxar e comer, se não, você será obrigado a fazer uma pausa para podermos fazer o mesmo, relaxar e comer.

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with @morimasami. ㅤ ㅤ/ ㅤ ㅤ sender arrives at receiver’s home, bearing takeout from receiver’s favourite place.

˚。 ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ por mais que tivesse tudo muito organizado de maneira a não acabar atrasando ou acumulando trabalhos, de vez em quando gaeul priorizava uma coisa em vez de outra e acontecia. aquele tinha sido um dos dias em que precisara lidar com tudo o que estava acumulando antes que virasse uma bola de neve e acabasse perdendo o prazo de entrega do projeto. em dias assim, a preocupação era tanta que ele não costumava parar para fazer refeições. beliscava uma coisa e outra, qualquer coisa que pudesse comer com uma mão enquanto seguia digitando ou escrevendo com a outra.

quando reclamou com masami por mensagens, não foi esperando que ela fizesse algo a respeito. não ia morrer por pular uma ou duas refeições no dia. por isso, quando finalmente colocou um fim em tudo e sentou no sofá com as pernas apoiadas na mesa de centro enquanto tentava desligar o cérebro, foi uma surpresa ouvir a campanhia. e uma surpresa maior ainda ser atingido pelo cheiro gostoso de comida. ━━ isso, por acaso, é lasanha daquele restaurante italiano perto do ponto de ônibus? porque se for, nós vamos ter que virar um trisal. ━━ disse, sendo dramático na brincadeira, enquanto dava passagem para a amiga.

[lovingwonyoung]

WE'RE GETTING ANOTHER JANGKKU INTERACTION!!" - I scream as they drag me into the padded room.

Park Sunghoon - 02 line!

Jang Wonyoung - 04 line!

[the-roo-too]

bet on me! -> the straights

l/n y/n (aechild; homomyass) - ‘the straightest idol in the industry’; aespa’s youngest child; thinks most of her friends are straight

kim gaeul (k_gaeul; stfu_3) - ‘ur mom is straight’; genuinely takes offense to being called straight but denies being gay; y/n’s ride or die

park jihyo (_zyozyo; hyomas) - ‘straightest’ member of twice; mom of the group (willingly); probably loves the rest, most of the time

park sooyoung (_imyour_joy; hi_hello) - joy from the movie inside out; acts clueless for the sake of her mental health; oeroun naldeuriyeo modu da ANNYEONG

cho miyeon (noodle.zip; princessmiyo) - used to be (g)i-dle straightest member, threw a fit when she stopped; claims to be straight as a ruler; might be married to minnie, who knows

MASTERLIST; NEXT

TAGLIST: @sserabey

[lhslvr187]

Sunghoon i know it was you.

[morimasami]

mas é claro que masami tinha aceitado! como dizer não aquele homem? na verdade se fosse pensar bem masami que tinha se oferecido pra acompanha-lo, porque ele parecia tão animado que se viu contagiada com a ideia mas com toda certeza fazer uma trilha não era tão fácil quanto pensou mas tudo era muito compensado por ver gaeul falando todo animadinho do lugar. ━ fácil é uma palavra forte sabe... mas tá de boas... eu tenho você né? então qualquer coisa é só eu te usar subindo nas suas costas. ━ comentou bem humorada, era muito fácil ficar daquela forma perto de gaeul. ━ é mesmo. ━ concordou entre um murmúrio e assentir, a vista era linda, tanto do parque quanto de gaeul. ━ não. ━ negou com a cabeça pra enfatizar. um sorriso largo pintado nos lábios enquanto escutava o maior com antenção. ━ olha essa última parte aí eu vou ter que discordar... ━ sentiu um calafrio só de pensar em encontrarem algum bicho estranho dentro da caverna. ━ eu acho bom você me proteger dessas "coisas" ━ enfatizou o aspas com os dedos. ━ ou eu conto tudo pro jean viu? ━ era uma ameaça bem boba e exagerada por isso estava rindo de si mesma em seguida. ━ vamos ver tudo, certo? vai ser divertido. eu vou ser uma boa parceira de trilhas. ━ garantiu entre uma pose que beirava um continência ou algo parecido. ━ acho que não... ━ não se lembrava de ter problemas com altura mas também nunca esteve em um paredão de pedras. ━ mas qualquer coisa eu seguro sua mão ou te abraço, vou ficar bem. ━ garantiu. também não queria ser um empecilho, já que gaeul tinha planejado curtir o local sozinho e ela agora era uma intrusa. fez um sinal pra ele continuar, preferia segui-lo, já que não era tão boa em ler mapas ou direções em um geral, então via gaeul como se guia pela parque.

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por mais que a praia fosse atrativa o suficiente, a quantidade de parques nacionais nos arredores da cidade estavam deixando gaeul particularmente eufórico. tinha visto vídeos e matérias sobre eles na internet nos dias que antecederam a viagem e estava animado para visitá-los. não se importaria de fazer aquele tipo de passeio sozinho, porque fazia muita coisa sozinho de todo jeito. mas era bom ter companhia, ainda mais sendo masami ali com ele.

mesmo que não quisesse parecer animado demais, para não acabar parecendo esquisito, como já tinha escutado outras vezes, era difícil para ele conter o sorriso. era como sua mãe gostava de dizer, ele gostava de estar no meio do mato. e naquele dia, tinha escolhido visitar as pedras de biseondae, mesmo que ficasse longe de onde estavam hospedados. ━━ dizem que é bem fácil caminhar aqui, porque é tudo pedra, né? ━━ comenta com a amiga enquanto tem os olhos baixos para o folheto que pegara na entrada, mesmo que a informação tivesse vindo da internet. ━━ mas a vista é linda! tem quedas d'água e tem a caverna também! já esteve em uma caverna? entrei uma vez, lá perto da minha cidade e foi bem legal! eu acho essas formações tão interessantes, sabia? e a ideia de que elas podem abrigar alguma coisa é bem legal também. ━━ não, gaeul não tinha percebido que tinha começado a matracar. guardou o folheto no bolso da bermuda e agarrou a alça da bolsa carteiro que cruzava o peito por hábito. ━━ dizem que o paredão de pedra dá um ar bem misterioso ao parque e eu quero muito ver isso. você não tem medo dessas coisas, tem?

[yangnaseon]

starter fechado com @gcevl.

naseon estava indo embora, de volta para o apartamento de daniel onde estava morando temporariamente, tinha dado uma passada no hotel para ver alguns amigos e naquele momento estava indo pegar o elevador quando se deparou com gaeul. os olhos desceram o corpo do outro de cima a baixo procurando por evidencias que ele estava bem, por mais que não tivessem terminado bem não podia evitar se ver preocupado com o mesmo e aliviado em vê-lo bem, principalmente feliz com outra pessoa, mas aquilo era tudo que sentia que podia fazer entre o receio de quebrar o limite que havia sido imposto entre os dois.

[songsejun]

❛  i wish we had grown up together.  ❜ /gaeul

cw: relacionamento conturbado com os pais, insinuação a suicídio.

sejun acabou sorrindo com a ideia. ele conseguiu visualizar bem como seria conhecer gaeul mais novo e os efeitos que aquilo teria em si, era quase como uma realidade paralela onde as coisas tinham dado certo pra si porque talvez sejun não tivesse se envolvido com quem se envolveu se tivesse um amigo como gaeul naquela época. talvez hoje em dia ele tivesse uma relação melhor - na verdade qualquer relação- com os pais. mas... então o rosto acabou tomando aquela careta como quando se toma um gosto amargo, porque na mesma proporção que gaeul poderia ter lhe influenciado para uma versão melhor de si mesmo talvez ele fosse a ruina de gaeul e possibilidade era o bastante pra sejun negar a oferta do destino. ━ existe duas versão diferentes de mim no passado, uma delas eu acho que você adoraria conhecer. ━ aquela em que ele era uma criança muito animada e ingênua que fazia amigos facilmente, parte daquela persona ainda existia em sejun hoje em dia ainda que não tão intensa quanto naquela época. ━ a outra... ━ o suspiro pesado indicava que era a ruim, a parte que sejun não reconhecia sobre si mesmo e que o levou a caminhos muito ruins. ━ talvez... se tivesse conhecido aquele sejun... você me odiasse hoje em dia... como eles. ━ não conseguia se lembrar uma pessoa daquela época que ainda mantinha contato e que não o olhava torto quando o reconhecia. ━ mas acho que essa versão aqui dá pro gasto né? ━ disse bem humorado, o sorriso largo nos labios enquanto fitava o outro. ━ não se preocupa. ━ empurrou o maior com os ombros. ━ we can grow old together. ━ ao menos sejun pretendia viver muito tempo, só contraria a versão ruim de si mesmo que já quis morrer todos os santos dias.

[uuhhh]

something, something, girlboss

[morimasami]

✄ -  to carry my muse piggy-back style /gaeul

━ gaeul-ssi não! ━ masami resmungou entre risos quando sentiu o corpo do maior se jogando contra o seu, os braços em volta de se pescoço em algum tipo de abraço, ele não esteva jogando todo o peso sobre ela e masami sabia mesmo assim suas pernas tremiam tentando segura-lo de alguma forma. ━ a gente nunca vai chegar em casa assim. ━ tentou alerta-lo ainda com a voz um pouco alegre demais, talvez tivessem passado da conta da bebida, tinha quase certeza disso porque escutava as risadas frouxas de park enquanto ele cheirava seu cabelo. ━ para com isso! eu nem tô cheirosa! meu cabelo deve tá cheirando a fumaça daquela churrasqueira. ━ resmungou, outro bico se formando nos labios por pura frustração. ━ posso tomar banho na sua casa? ━ ela podia voltar pra casa mas tinham combinado de continuar o round no apartamento de gaeul. ━ vem! ━ tentou sair debaixo do mesmo pra trocar as posições e então sendo ela a ficar atrás, pulando nas costas do maior, as pernas se entrelaçando na cintura pra conseguir equilíbrio. ━ bem melhor, não? ━ aproveitou da posição pra deixar um beijinho um tanto desengonçado na bochecha do outro enquanto ele tentava se equilibrar entre andar e carrega-la. masami não era tão pesada mas gaeul não estava tão sóbrio pra tornar a tarefa fácil. ━ você é tão cheirosoooo... ━ balbuciou enquanto fungava o pescoço do mesmo. já tinha notado, porque era quase como se o perfume de gaeul inundasse o ambiente quando ele entrava e a casa dele toda tinha um cheiro muito gostoso, era quase como se pudesse ser abraçada por flores enquanto estava na casa dele e entendia completamente porque jean parecia gostar de ficar mais lá que em casa com ela. ━ acho que vou roubar todos seus sabonetes. ━ declarou um pouco sapeca, mas nem de longe tava mentindo. ━ será que o jean ainda tá ocupado? ou já dormiu? ━ divagou pensando na possibilidade do amigo se juntar a eles pra beber um pouco também mas acabou imaginando que ele só acabaria tendo que cuidar deles, aquela ideia a fez rir por algum motivo, na verdade não havia motivos só estava feliz e um tanto alterada. ━ obrigada gaeul-ssi... ━ então acabou ficando emotiva e o apertando um pouco mais entre os braços. ━ é sempre tão bom quando tô com você. ━ confessou entre um murmúrio cheio de carinho. masami era muito grata por todas as amizades que tinha, sua vida era muito mais colorida por conta deles, não queria nem pensar em como estaria se não tivessem os conhecido.

[elryuse]

Hierarchy : The Series

Part 1 : The Beginning

Part 2 : Jooshin High

Part 3 : New Faces, Same Cases

Part 4 : Truth Or Dare

Part 5 : Complicated

Part 6 : Our Complex Feelings

Part 7 : Let The Game Begins

Part 8 : Jooshin Ball Dance

Part 9

Part 10