#sgnseungwoo

[sgnjongin]

@sgnseungwoo || toss back a bottle of death

when he sees him, that rat boy, that scourge of humanity, the boy with stars and hopes and too much love in his eyes all the goddamn time, precious little seungwoo and all his precious little feelings, jongin’s teeth clench together, his fists curl shut. seungwoo always tries to be good, always tries to be sound and shining, mr. knight in white armor, and jongin wants to smear him more than he wants to breathe tomorrow morning, he wants to break down that staunchy facade like a sandcastle.

he sees him on the other side of the room and makes short work of wobbling over to him, his lips pulling back from his teeth in a snarl, absentmindedly shoving other people out of the way in his beeline for him. “seungwoo, you piece of shit, who the fuck invited you?” his voice comes out loud and slurring, but not as biting as he wants it to be. he’s too drunk to be threatening, even though he’s always at least a little bit dangerous. “you hoping to get smashed enough to pop your cherry tonight, hyung? or are you being too much of a princess to drink?”