#with | chihye

[aymiii12]

4.24 水

仕事の日と同じ時間に起きて、9時のオープンに合わせて行きたかった浅草橋のカフェに行った。retripやカフェグラマーの人たちよりも先に行っておきたい。投稿されると混んじゃうから。一体何と戦っているのか。外の近く(ほぼ外)の席に座ったから寒かった。アイス抹茶ラテにしたけど、ホットにすれば良かった。

11時から美容院へ。パーマをかけた。全体をパーマするのは去年の7月ぶりで、ついこの前と思っていたけどもうそんなに経ったのかと驚いた。時間経つのが最近あっという間すぎる！持溝さんは相変わらず服装も雰囲気もかっこよくて、この美容院を見つけたときの自分を本当に心から褒めたい。シャンプーが終わってタオルで髪をまとめられた自分のでかい丸顔を鏡の前で見る度に、「次に美容院来るまでには絶対痩せよう、、」と思ってる。パーマをかけ終わって、顔は可愛くないトイプードルみたいになって13時過ぎ。

清澄から麻布十番まで大江戸線で一本。chihye coffeeのキャロケを食べに。平日なのに混んでた。アイスカフェラテを飲んで、持ってきた本を読んだ。途中寒くなって、またホットを頼めば良かったと思った。途中、コナンの映画観ようと誘いが来た。BUMPのライブ落選したらしい。今年のはあまり見る気はしなかったけど、コナンの映画は18年連続映画館で観ているという意地があり観に行くことになった。

映画のお供はチキンとポテト、ドリンクセットにした。コンビニで安く買うのもいいのだけど、映画館でしか売ってないものを買って食べる飲むほうが、ちゃんと楽しめてる気分になる。(だけど、あんドーナツだけはBIG-Aで買った)

コナンは、謎を理解出来ないまま終わったけど想像してたより良かった。

[rhiezus]

❛ we can run away together, start new. ❜ vai eh o classico chines e chihye

            she crossed her eyes with lian for a moment in silence — then, bursting into a laugh while still half laid in the grass, the elbows holding her body inches from fully resting her head to see the sky that fought between yellow, orange and fully black. the night was coming and from the spot they were, they could see the whole town lighting up as the sky was ready to close its eyes. them, however, wherein another mindset as if the day just began. ‘ i wanna go to india. ’ she said after laughing a lot, picking up the marijuana cigarette from his lips once again and smoking it deep. ‘ i hate it here, everyone is so grumpy. let’s go someplace colorful with a huge mess… i heard everything is chaos in india, they have a cult for their cows and they walk amongst people in the streets. i wanna worship a cow. ’ she finally lied down completely on the grass, both her feet founding his and resting up against them. although they were high all the time making assumptions about their future or anything at all, her biggest desire was running away with him to wherever. she had a feeling things would go better if she was far, actually it wasn’t even a feeling it was more of an impulse. a really strong impulse, that of course, lian was part of because he could drive and she couldn’t. they would bring in the money together, he was hardworking and she was smart. it was okay if they had to rob a few along the way, the thought gave her chills. ‘ we could even be bonnie and clyde, but korean. ’ there was a pause before she realized. ‘ and chinese! ’ laughing about it again, his nationality was always a reason for her to laugh, not in a mean way, but in a characteristic way only him understood. ‘ we are smarter then them though, we wouldn’t die like that. that was utterly stupid. ’ she liked watching old movies sometimes, sneaking into the cinema was fun. getting closer, skin by skin, to find his eyes already staring at hers. ‘ where do you wanna go? ’ she fixed her face to look at him with attention as he answered, laughing at his quick remarks and internally wandering fantasies of places, people and stories they would live. chihye was never much to work ahead of something, living in the moment was more of her type of charisma, but ever since she had feelings invested in that relationship of theirs, it was a different kind of wanting to plan. it was not “have a nice house in the fields, find a job and have kids” like many people in that country, but “let’s live. you and me. no matter how.” and that was a mindset she loved about them, about lian, more specifically. the survival type. it was like they mixed like the sky — fading yellow, orange and then black, naturally extraordinary. when he finally stopped wondering high with his words, chihye found comfort laying closer in his chest, hearing his heartbeat bit by bit. ‘ just promise wherever you go, you take me with you. ’

[swxxtxrthanfiction]

≫ numb.

chihye: hey xīngān...

chihye: i can't sleep. when did hong kong become so loud?

[h0rns]

≫ vivid.

when the dokkaebi call, you come running no matter what you are doing when your phone rings---

they drill it into your head young when you come to owe the gang a great deal. you listen to your superiors no matter how easily you could beat them in a fight; you nod your head and accept their word as law, worship the men and woman like gods, and serve for eternity at their feet. chae woobin may have been a useful asset to the likes of the dokkaebi, but his layers were easy to peel back and dissect. asking why he would do the things he could, the answer would stem only to a sense of gratitude he maintained toward cho yiju. though she wasn’t all that much older than him, the woman had done a lot to earn the right to call herself the owner of a wild animal, she’d helped his family out of a rut in exchange for a troubled young mans services. and who would he be to tell the queen no?

the power of cho yiju extends to her most trusted subordinates, the lieutenants of which min jiae was one. this was the second call from the lieutenant to the assassin, something he couldn’t prepare himself to anticipate as he stepped into the daebyeol establishment. on scene already was the familiar crew, the lieutenant herself yet to be spotted amongst the crowd of soldiers, men and woman he had worked alongside once before; the disposal of a rather horrific scene painted by the step son of min. the brief conversation alone, had told him already that this was yet another mess made by the beast that slept within a vicious young man.

caught by the hand of a young medical student on the dokkaebi payroll, woobin is given the briefing, an awkward dance on the lips of a young woman as she explains the scene they had been called to. this isn’t like the last. he’s told as he is lead toward the room of the incident, all questions about the identity of the victim left unanswered --- and then, it occurs to him just why the medic had feigned ignorance to the furrow of his brow. his heart sinks as fast as he had been delivered to the crime, plummets deep into the depths of his chest as he stares across the room at the silhouette of a familiar female, his jaw clenched tightly with fists balled at his sides. chae woobin frees himself from the grasp of the medic, violent in nature as he crosses from the side of the dokkaebi to the victim, his voice unable to form words as he drops to his knees in front of the abused woman. “bào qiàn, chi.”

[nightskyhoseok]

Autopilot - Jimin (M)

Summary: You’ve always had a thing for your friend Jimin, and that comes with fantasies - ones you’d never dare tell another soul. So when you’re all caught up in Dark Souls and your friend Chihye starts asking you about him, your mind turns to autopilot and your secrets are revealed to more than one...

Genre: Smut

Warnings: dirty talk and mild body worshiping

Word Count: 2.8K

Link to the YouTube video for this one-shot!

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A curse slipped out past your lips as the familiar sound of your character’s death thrummed through your speakers, filling your ears with the morbid tune, the words “YOU DIED” appearing on your TV screen. You dropped your controller on the bed and slipped your hands into your hair, frustrated with yourself as the game began to load your respawn ever so slowly. A snicker from beside you drew your attention away and you couldn’t help but stare at your friend as she laughed at your embarrassing attempt to take on the boss known as Kalameet. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Chihye teased, rolling her eyes at you as she sat up. “It’s not my fault you suck.”

“Thanks, Chihye. That makes me feel much better,” You said sarcastically, glancing back at the TV to see that you had already respawned. You quickly grabbed your controller and readied yourself to take on the boss again, even though a lingering voice in the back of your head screamed “give up!” 

“Hey, maybe this time actually do some damage,” Chihye said and laid back down, grabbing her phone to scroll through her timeline again, like she always did. You reached around to grab one of your pillows and smacked her in the face with it, but by the time she got up to yell at you, you were already engrossed back in your game, blocking out all external distractions. “Pussy.”

“Eat my ass,” You snapped back at her. “I’ll have you know this is the hardest boss and he hits fucking hard, so be a little more understanding, okay?”

“Fine.” Chihye groaned loudly and rolled onto her side, watching you make your way down the ladder to approach the black dragon. You honed in onto the dragon, drawing your weapon to make a swift approach. It swiped its claws at your character, but your reflexes allowed you to press down on the buttons of your controller, letting you roll out of the way in time to avoid its attack. A sudden buzz on the blanket beside you caught your attention just for a split second, but you were able to regain your focus, dodging a deadly attack just in time. 

Chihye scrambled to sit up and picked up your phone, looking at the notification on the screen. From the corner of your eye, you could see a deathly smirk overtaking her face. She laughed to herself and held your phone closer to her face. You always wondered how she still had perfect vision even though she stared at her phone screen all day. Then again, you weren’t that different with your video games.

“Jimin texted you. He says he’ll be here in five minutes,” Chihye read aloud. “Ooh, let’s see what little old Y/N has been talking about with her boyfriend.”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” You said automatically, still focused on the game. You jumped slightly as the dragon flew into the air and let down a devastating breath attack, taking down half of your health within seconds.

“Well, you still like him.”

“I don’t, Chihye,” You lied through your teeth.

“Seriously? Who calls their friend at 2 in the morning and stays on the phone with them for almost four hours? You don’t even do that with me! It’s a sign!”

“Yes, it’s a sign that you’re delusional,” You snorted, earning a groan from your roommate. 

“No, you’re delusional. It’s obvious you like him,” Chihye insisted, slipping your phone into your lap. With one hand, you grabbed your phone and set it aside on the bedside table, all the while still playing your game with your other hand. Chihye noticed and whistled, brushing off your shoulder. “Look at you.” You smiled and glanced over at her before returning to the screen. “Anyways, don’t try and run away from this. You like him. It’s obvious.”

“And how is it obvious?” One more strike had finally brought the black dragon to half its health, and you couldn’t help but smile to yourself at your accomplishment. You looked to Chihye, expecting her to congratulate you on getting this far, but she stayed in her own little fantasy world.

“One, you always talk about him. Two, you are always talking him. Three, when you’re not with me, you’re with him. Four, I just know.”

“I just know,” You repeated in a mocking tone, wincing when Chihye slapped the side of your arm.

“Hey! Don’t make fun of me. I know a lot more about relationships than you do, missy.”

“Of course you do, you’ve been with like 12 guys this year alone.”

“And you’ve been with…” You turned to glare at her, but she gave you a shit-eating grin, one that you couldn’t fight because you knew it was true. You simply huffed in defeat and twisted your head back to the TV. “Exactly. A grand total of one.”

A moment of silence took over the room, the only sound being the game’s soundtrack and sound effects playing through your speakers. You shifted uncomfortably, your mind wandering to Jimin. God, you really did like him. Hell, maybe you even loved him. But you had no chance. Jimin was probably the most beautiful man you’ve ever met. With those looks, you wouldn’t be surprised if he’d been with every person at your university. You considered yourself lucky to even be able to be called his friend.

“Even if I did like him, I’d have no chance,” You said suddenly, startling Chihye slightly. She tilted her head and pouted, then leaned back into the pillows at the head of your bed. A small frown decorated your lips, but you pushed your feelings aside and focused on your game again. 

“How long have you two been friends again?” Chihye asked.

“Since freshman year,” You answered in a monotonous tone, your brain automatically turning to autopilot as you were engrossed in the game completely. 

“And you met-”

“In my Programming course. We got paired for a project.”

“So almost two years. And you never, not once, felt anything for him?” Chihye continued, pushing for more answers.

“I mean, yeah I liked him for a while, but it just kind of went away on its own,” You explained, cutting yourself off with a curse as you took a particularly hard hit from the boss.

“Did you ever want to kiss him?”

“Have you seen his lips?” You smiled to yourself, thinking about his beautiful pink, plump lips. It’s all you could focus on when he was talking, and you’d often have to snap yourself out of your trance before he got the chance to notice you staring.

“Have you ever wanted to sleep with him?”

“I think everyone does.”

“You still wanna fuck him?”

“Yeah, sure, why not?” You hummed, smiling as the health bar of the boss dropped to less than a quarter of its fullness. 

“Have you ever had a wet dream of him?” Chihye asked, a small smirk painting her lips as she watched you answer without even thinking.

“Yeah, a couple,” You admitted.

“You ever touch yourself thinking of him?”

“Of course.”

“Did you ever- oh shit.”

Chihye stared towards the door, and it took her a few seconds to process what she was seeing before tapping on your shoulder. You pushed her hand off, but cheered out a silent “yes!” as the dragon boss fell to the ground, the triumphant music playing in the background as the words “VICTORY ACHIEVED” popped up. You set your controller down and turned to Chihye, who looked like she had just seen a ghost. 

“What?” You questioned. She lifted her hand and pointed her finger to the doorway, and as you turned your head to see what she was pointing at, a familiar face filled your view. Your heart dropped at the sight of Jimin standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame as he stared at you. Something was different in his eyes. You froze for a moment, thinking back to what you were saying before. You quickly clasped your hand over your mouth and stared at Chihye, who was just shaking her head in disappointment. “How long has he been there?”

“Long enough,” Jimin said in a low tone. Chihye hurried to stand up and grab her bag, rushing to put on her sandals. 

“Where are you-” 

“Oh, look at the time! I’m totally late for my class,” Chihye laughed.

“But, Chi, it’s Sunday, we don’t have any-”

“Haha, I would love to stay and chat but I’ve gotta go. Bye!” Chihye rushed out of the room, stopping behind Jimin to give you a wide smile and a thumbs up before running off. You groaned and buried your face in your palms, listening to Jimin walking closer. The bed sank down slightly, indicating he had sat beside you.

“You beat Kalameet?” Jimin asked, picking up your controller. You snapped your hands away from your face, embarrassed of the blush that was spreading across your cheeks at a quick rate. 

“U-Um yeah,” You said nervously. “Just beat him.”

“Good job. He’s a tough one.” Jimin smiled as he handed you the controller. You reached over to take the controller, jumping slightly when his skin touched yours, undoubtedly burning from the embarrassment. “I still have to beat him.”

“I guess it just takes practice.” 

Jimin suddenly leaned over and ran his fingers over the controller, tight in your grip, and pressed down on the home button, exiting out of the game. You slowly turned to him to see a smirk on his face, eyebrows quirked up in curiosity.

“I have a question,” Jimin asked, drawing out his words as if to the beat of your heart. You drew your mouth into a straight line, unsure of what to say. Jimin gripped the controller, still in your hands, and led it down to the edge of the bed, making you set it down on the comforter. His fingers ran up your arm and under your chin, lifting it up slightly as he tilted his head, giving you a lustful look. “Do you still want to fuck me?”

You nearly ran out of the room at that point, but something switched off inside of you, feeling his fingers against you, his eyes boring into yours, his breath hot and heavy against your skin. You looked down at his lips, and it seemed that was all Jimin needed to answer his question as he smashed his lips against yours, grasping the sides of your face to pull you closer.

His tongue slipped into your mouth and danced with yours after he explored all corners of your mouth. He scooted closer and tilted his head, allowing further access to those lips that you had desired for so long. He slightly moaned into the kiss, the sound shooting straight down to your core as you took a deep breath in, trying to keep your composure. 

Your eyes slowly closed, enjoying the sensation of Jimin’s teeth lightly grazing over your bottom lip. When you looked at him, his eyes grew darker with lust, and his hands tightened on your waist as he moved his lips down to your neck, sucking at the sensitive skin. You winced and gripped at his hair, pulling slightly, earning a groan from him.

“You have no idea what you do to me, Y/N,” Jimin moaned against your skin. His hands moved to your shoulders and pressed down, pushing your back onto the mattress as he climbed over you, his eyes darkening even further. “You have no idea how many times I’ve thought of you. Thought of this perfect body. So beautiful.”

Jimin moved back slightly to raise your shirt and bunch it up underneath your breasts, then placed a wet, open mouthed kiss to your stomach. You jolted from the sudden touch, feeling Jimin smirk against your skin. 

“So sensitive.” Jimin straddled your waist and leaned over you, his hair falling onto your forehead as his breath hit your lips. “Do you want me?”

“Fucking yes,” You said, rising up to connect your lips with his. He smiled into the kiss and brushed your hair back with his hand, then pulled away and slipped his hands past your pajama pants and panties, swiping his fingers over your already drenched slit. 

“Damn, you're dripping and I’ve barely even touched you. Do I get you that excited?” 

You nodded weakly as he pushed two fingers into your core, stretching you out. You gripped the back of his neck, nails digging into his skin as he pumped his fingers into you, scissoring them to loosen you up. It had been so long since you’ve had someone touch you properly, let alone touch you at all. 

“So warm and tight. I can’t wait to pound this cute little pussy.”

You whined at his words, desperate for more than just his fingers. 

“Jimin, no more teasing. I need you now. I need to feel you,” You whispered in between pants.

“You sure you can fit all of me? It might hurt,” He laughed.

“Shut up you cocky bastard and just get naked already.”

Jimin laughed at your sudden need, but he followed your wishes and stood up, stripping off his clothes until he was completely naked.

Your eyes stayed glued to his length as he climbed back over you and tugged your pajamas and panties down in one swift movement. He threw them somewhere else in the room and kissed your lips briefly before speaking.

“Condoms?” He asked, quirking up an eyebrow.

“Bottom drawer,” You said. Jimin leaned over and reached into the bottom drawer, pulling out a silver packet. He opened it with his teeth and rolled the condom onto his length, slowly stroking himself before positioning himself between your legs. He hoisted your thighs over his shoulders and slowly pushed himself into you, earning a sinful moan from the both of you as he settled into your heat. 

“Oh fuck,” Jimin moaned, gripping the bedsheets as he twitched inside you, already feeling himself unravel from the feeling of your pussy alone. You caught your bottom lip between your teeth as he pulled back, then pushed back in slowly. “Goddamn, you feel amazing.”

“You too,” You tried to say calmly but it came about as more of a loud moan than anything. He smirked and began to pick up a steady pace, fucking into you while his gaze locked on you. His mouth hung open as his hips moved faster, slapping against the skin of your thighs. You could feel your walls gripping him, pulling him in further, like you never wanted to let go of him.

“You want this cock so much, don’t you?” Jimin smirked, leaning down to ghost his lips over yours. You cried out from the new angle as his cock hit a spot deep inside you that had you trembling from the sensation. “You feel so fucking good, baby. So fucking good. You were made for me. Your pussy was made for my cock.”

“Oh my god, Jimin. More,” You moaned, your nails dragging down his back as he continued his movements, your wetness sliding down his length with every thrust. He let one of your legs go and slid his hand down to your clit, rubbing circles into the sensitive nub. You nearly screamed from the stimulation, but you held through it, and stared deep into Jimin’s eyes as he fucked into you steadily. 

“Don’t stop looking at me.”

“Fuck, Jimin, please. I’m so close. Please.“

“Cum, baby. Cum for me.”

With those words, he simultaneously pinched your clit and hit your g-spot, sending you into a whirlwind of passion as you reached your high, screaming out Jimin’s name and profanities of all kinds. A flash of white took over your vision for a second, but you were able to ground yourself again in time to watch Jimin slow his thrusts, grunting out your name as he spilled into the condom, twitching inside your aching walls. 

You laid there, trying to catch your breath while Jimin carefully pulled out of you, tearing off the condom before throwing it away and joining you on the bed. He pulled you up to the head of the bed and covered you with a thin sheet, slipping in beside you, his hand gently petting your hair.

“You did so good,” Jimin said. 

“Mmm,” You hummed in response, too tired to form any coherent sentences. 

“You okay?”

You nodded, smiling at his kindness. It was one of the many things you loved about this man, and you were glad it was still here.

Jimin moved closer and wrapped his arms around you, pulling your head into his chest as he traced circles on your lower back, placing a kiss to your forehead.

“Rest, now. I’ll be right here with you.”

You smiled to yourself as you drifted off to sleep, Jimin staying beside you the entire time.

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[loverjohnny]

TAKE ME HOME (Johnny Suh x OC x Qian Kun Fic)

TITLE: Take Me Home (Uni!AU)

GENRE: Fluff x Angst x Smut

PAIRING: Johnny x Chihye (OC) x Kun

WARNINGS: Mentions of illness, adult themes, swearing/cussing [chapters with smut shall be marked with an (M)] 

WORD COUNT: 1.2k

SUMMARY: Johnny and Chihye were high school sweethearts who fell apart after Chihye mysteriously moved away without telling anyone, not even the love of her life. Two years later, they cross paths once again. Are they still meant for each other? Or is Chihye better off with a fresh romance and a hopeful future with Kun?

A/N: Just like I said on my first post, I’m new to this whole gig of writing fics. If there are any errors you’d like to point out and clarify, please let me know. :) I hope you enjoy! Leave me some feedback. <3 

Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

With his hair still dripping wet and a towel around his waist, Johnny emerged from his bathroom as he hurriedly searched for his phone, which rang with 10-minute intervals, in his chaotic mess of a room.

“Fucking hell! Where is that goddamn phone?” he said as he scrambled through his dark bed sheets, fresh from the sins of the night before.

Behind him, a young woman clothed only in his university shirt held the sleek device in her hand, “Looking for this?”  

“Thanks,” Johnny said as he was putting his dark jeans on. He then took the phone from her, and placed it right in his back pocket. “Listen, Belle. I was thinki⁠—“

“It’s Mel,” she corrected him.

“Sorry, Mel. So listen, I gotta go get to class. It’s my first day back and I’m obviously about to be late,” he picked up his notebooks on the bedside table and stuffed them into his backpack.

Hugging him from the back, Mel replied with a seductive grin, “No worries, babe, it’s all good. Maybe I can get to see you after then?”

For Johnny, it has” been a routine to sleep with girls that he had no plans of committing to. After all, that’s all he really needed—a quick fuck. His soft, dark hair and light brown eyes were only a bonus to his charming and alluring personality. On top of all that, he was intellectual and had a say on everything ranging from politics to philosophy to music. It’s no wonder the girls would swoon over him. Even if they knew him for his reputation, they were all romanced by the idea that they could change him for the better.

But deep down, Johnny knew he would never change.

He knew that he would never settle down, not until she came back.

He knew that he wouldn’t come home to anyone, not unless she came home.

Not even to him, just home. Johnny just wanted her home. Johnny just wanted to know that she was okay and that she was still her. But ever since she left him without warning two years ago, things were never the same for Johnny.

Johnny turned around to face Mel, “Uh, I can’t really do later.”

“Maybe tomorrow?”

He removed her hands, which were now around his neck and answered, “Well… maybe not ever. I’m sorry. I’m just… it’s school again and—“

Before he could even finish talking, Mel removed his shirt that she was wearing and threw it right into Johnny’s chest. She quickly changed into the dress she had worn from yesterday and headed straight to the door

“Mel, I’m sorry. You know, I just don’t think I can handle a relationship while—”

Right as she was about to leave, she turned back to Johnny, “You know what, forget it. They were all right when they said I couldn’t trust you. I thought I could change you but you’re just as sick as they say!” She slammed the door.

Johnny stood in his apartment unbothered. It wasn’t unusual for him to hear that very same dialogue as he had done so a lot of times before. Letting out a big sigh of relief that she had finally left, he picked up the t-shirt on the floor, got his bag and walked towards the door.

Riiing riiing riiing!

“I thought I turned this damn thing off,” Johnny whispered to himself. Annoyed by the nth alarm that went off that morning, he reached for his phone from his pocket to turn it off. But as soon as he saw the notification that lit up his screen, his irritation from the moment before had instantly turned into a mood of melancholy.

4th year Anniversary with Jung Chihye today

To anyone who has been a victim of timing, whether it was good or bad, one would definitely understand how significant the precision of fleeting seconds are and how they can change everything.  On the morning of Johnny’s first day back in college, the hands of the clock worked in his favor. Two minutes before the bell rang, Johnny was able to find his way into his seat beside his good friend, Doyoung.

“God, Johnny. I don’t know how you’re able to fuck around and still do well in school,” Doyoung said to Johnny as he rolled his eyes.

“Is there anything I can’t do?” Johnny jokingly replied.

“Keep a girl and actually want her?”

“Ha ha. You are very funny Mr. President. So is there anyone we know in class today?”

Johnny scanned the room and looked around before he suddenly froze. At the far end, across the rows of tables, he saw one particular face—one that was all too familiar for him—his ex girl friend Chihye.

He must’ve lost all the blood in his face when he saw her. She was there, she was actually standing just feet away from him. He wanted to run to her, he wanted to call her name, but he couldn’t. Mouth opened and completely disoriented, Johnny sat in his chair staring at her until she hurriedly ran out the room.

Johnny snapped back to reality when Doyoung waved his hand right in front of his face, “Uhh hello? Johnny? I was talking to you? I won’t be here to conduct interviews for our org applicants next month so you’re going to have to take over.”

“Ah, uh, right. Yeah. Wait, hold on. I think I just—“

“Did you see the ‘Ghost of Christmas Past’ or something? You just blanked out, Johnny,”

“No, it was not a ghost nor was it Christmas. But definitely my past,” he replied. “Oh, so it’s some girl you bailed on before. You’re lucky she didn’t come to punch your guts,” Doyoung said mocking Johnny, “Why don’t you go follow her? She probably didn’t see you. If she does, then she’ll want to punch you for sure.”

“You know what, I will. Tell the professor I had a bad stomach ache or something, will you?”

Faster than lightning, Johnny came back to his senses and followed Chihye out. However, he didn’t expect to see the volume of the crowd that filled the wide corridors. He frantically searched from left to right, but to no avail. Desperate to find his ex girl friend for answers, he ran as fast as he could across the multitude of students only to bump into another familiar face.

“Johnny?”

“Jung Jaehyun,” he said answered as he pulled him into a hug.

Jaehyun was just as stunned to see him, “Johnny, I can’t believe it. You’re studying here, too? Out of all the people, I didn’t expect to run into you.”

“Jaehyun, you’re here. Where have you guys been? I mean, how’s your family? Your mom, your dad, your grandparents, your—“

“My twin sister?”

“Your sister… is she with you?”

“She is, Johnny. Look, why don’t you guys stop by the house tonight. Bring Mark and Ahra, too, if you still keep in touch with them. We’ll explain everything about, you know, why we left…”

“Alright, Jaehyun. I’d like that. I’ll see you then,”

“She’ll be there. I promise,” replied Jaehyun.

That morning, Johnny felt like time was working well for him—like he had full control of it. But if only he truly could, he would press the fast forward button to that night, to the minute he was going to be with her again.  

[tommcks]

bomin 24/09,  yijung 25/09, evellyn 28/09,yehjin 08/10, ruyjae 12/10, chihye 21/10

                                                         everybody loves a libra,                                                             they could kill like ten innocent people                                                      than go "im a libra" in court and                                                                                        they'd let them go.

[atinystar]

But for real I’m in the mood to trash Chihye for real since she’s just not really working and transform her muse into a shownu cat dad barista??? Help. 

[seoyejuns]

the bar yejun is in is dingy and yejun would heave been used to the fact if right now was a couple of years ago. back then, before gemini was popular in itaewon and on the internet through a circle of niche and selective straight women and thirsty gay men, yejun came to places like this all the time. they never paid well and people never really tipped but back then he was happy to be doing anything be could while in a dress and fake female persona. 

he wasn’t even that great at makeup back then and only a couple of his wigs were real human hair. his proclivity for chest plates and excessive padding hadn’t even gone out the window yet to embrace a more androgynous figure. 

yejun takes a drink of lemonade, something cheap and almost tasteless as if watered down, save for the extremely sour aftertaste. chihye is not to far away from him, causing him to suddenly remember why he’s here. the bar is her father’s and a popular spot for lgbt youth to come hangout. it’s cheap, it’s dark enough that people can have privacy in certain spots, and it doesn’t judge for fear of being judged itself. 

yejun would be suffering nostalgia if he wasn’t already suffering from sobriety. 

“i don’t think i can do bingo again,” he tells her, rubbing his eyebrow where the makeup clings to make it stay in place. “i’m not cut out for comedy. did it even bring in money to this place? or was my attempt at giving you a favor all in vain?” 

( @veilstrike )  

[shashants-blog]

Jin logo ko free education chihye or unke pass pase nhi h to me unki help karuga

https://youtube.com/channel/UCISEsSmFYfZhukD6P3hHi4Q

[hansungrp]

                MY HANSUNGU PORTAL : logged in as park chihye.

student name : park chihye. preferred name : chihye. date of birth : 08/22/1993. occupation : full-time student.

     enrollment status.

program : b.a. in business administration. status : junior. clubs : whl89.4. sports : basketball (women’s captain). housing : off-campus.

     student history.

tw / religion, forced pregnancy, homophobia. implied child abuse, conversion therapy and depression.

before we talk about park chihye, it’s only fitting that we discuss the trainwreck that is her family.

park eunbin was born into a stereotypically bigoted catholic family and got utterly brainwashed by their jesus loving crap from the get go. she accidentally got pregnant as a teenager - an undeniable sin to not save herself until marriage, but not as big of a sin as not keeping the baby. her mother embraced her before their first doctor’s visit, promising to take good care of them both. you know, as if that was any comfort when faced with the entire church pressuring you to give up your life for a lousy clump of cells.

aforementioned clump of cells being park chihye, but it’s not like that matters. hell, she would’ve preferred never being born if she knew how braindead her family was going to be.

her father was not allowed to see her or be involved with her at all. it was only after she turned fourteen that her mother started sneaking her out behind her grandparents’ backs, taking the city bus to choi sungho’s humble downtown apartment. now, chihye has not always been the judgmental asshole she is now - shocking, i know -, but the difference between her parents has always been really amusing to her.

her mother has little to no confidence, shoulders always slumped as if waiting for the ground to swallow her. strict, serious, never satisfied. wants more and more out of everything, to the point of absurdity. still prays for forgiveness, despite knowing damn well she does not deserve it.

then there is her father, a social butterfly through and through. a smile on his face at all times, even when things get hard. never takes anything seriously and does whatever the hell he pleases, no matter the consequences. not the best role model, but at least he has a genuine heart and soul.

what of park chihye, then?

she can’t exactly determine why she is the way she is. is there anyone who can? it’s not as simple as pointing to a specific life event and saying “you are the one to blame! you fucked up this poor little girl! look at the monster she has become because of you!” or i mean, you could. chihye would think you are really stupid, though.

is she self centered because everyone around her shamed her for who she is? her grandparents hated how unladylike and disrespectful she was, her mother absolutely despised how loud and reckless she was… let’s not even talk about her high school girlfriend and what the church did to the two of them when they found out. there are only so many tears she can shed about the past.

is she a troublemaker because she doesn’t want to be a spineless coward like her mother? most likely. there’s this question she often asks herself before doing something dangerous. “what would my mother do?” the trick is to take the answer and do the exact opposite. she hates looking at her sometimes, especially when she is weak and crying in her arms. she never signed up for the burden that is raising her own mother.

is she rough around the edges because her father always reminds her she can only count on herself? he’s right and there’s no denying that. they have a great father-daughter relationship, but that doesn’t change the fact that chihye can’t count on him forever. thankfully she doesn’t have any issues with independence - the only aspect of adulthood she has a problem with is taking responsibility. sucks that it’s the most important part, too.

is she a ruthless perfectionist because her life had finally gained some meaning and she doesn’t want to fuck it up? you won’t catch her admitting it, but that’s exactly why. after moving to seoul with her father, his bar became her sole purpose. it is the kind of run down, dimly lit space where anyone could be murdered and you would think the corpse is part of the decoration. it’s called schoolyard strangler, for fuck’s sake. perfect for her friend group and soon enough, for any queer individual who heard of the place and decided to wander in.

so excuse her if she is harsh on you during basketball practice, if she laughs in your face when you ask her something silly on a whl 98.4 broadcast, if she purposefully snatches the best opportunities away from you in class, if she makes your life miserable for her own entertainment. she’s only here for herself, her father and her favorite little misfits.

if you are neither of those three, you might as well be background noise.

[rhiezus]

                 honestly, it was pretty easy to chihye to pretend she was much older than she was, it just took a little makeup and an attitude that she could get literally anywhere or anything. that space the boys used to play was known for a lot of young kids drinking and getting high, it was a little outside of town which was good because she didn’t have to walk much to get high and a little fun. but she still had no idea how the owner would let them play, their band wasn’t that good, not that she knew much about music but the little she knew was enough to make sure they weren’t the best. maybe just because they were cute and some girls went crazy, the owner thought it was good for the business and would let them play on the weekends sometimes. even though they weren’t the best, it annoyed the hell out of chihye the girls that used to hang around them after the show. not much from pyongho, he was kind of clueless around girls, but mostly lian that wouldn’t miss the opportunity to flirt back. and right now was one of the times she had to get herself in the conversation, sitting in the couch between the two of them with a cigarette in her fingers, leaning a little bit towards lian just to put the cigarette in his lips in a lowkey but very smart move to throw the other girl away and completely still his attention. ‘ you know... you aren’t getting anywhere with a skanky town girl, besides what are the ages around here? isn’t she like twelve? where is her mom? ’ she pointed out, laughing and then keeping the safe distance again. ‘ and don’t mention me. my mom is dead and not looking after me in some crappy club, also she wouldn’t anyway. ’ although it was a sad remarkable, chihye didn’t even flinch commenting on it. ‘ how’s your night, china? ’

[swxxtxrthanfiction]

≫ missed calls.

chihye: you must be so tired.

chihye: try to not work too late, okay? you are on an idols schedule anymore, so rest properly for once.

[h0rns]

≫ casio.

despite often likening himself to a lone wolf, chae woobin abides by the laws set in place by the alpha, hunts with the pack and serves the family to the best of his ability; so when he places a call to beg an old friend ( one with every reason to turn him down ) to stand in his place for 24 hours and plans to leave his post as the intimidating watchdog for young kang subin, it becomes obvious that he has deemed his cause much worthier than the life he'd sold to the dokkaebi.

bribery gets him on the earliest flight out of seoul, some businessman unable to return to his family due to the poaching of his seat. woobin is in hong kong by 5 am, coached straight to the hotel he'd been told he would find his former ward locked away where she hid and refused to make her schedules, from.

let into the room by his young replacement, woobin sends the boy out for the afternoon with the flick of his wrist, assures him that as the womans former bodyguard, everything would be okay. alone the man crosses to the locked bedroom door, raps his knuckles again as the oak and sighs deeply. "tan chihye?" he calls out to her, nothing more said to coax her out of hiding.

[florenciahq]

oh hey MACKENZIE ! i knew i saw you arriving on the ferry. welcome home. there’s a party at the beach club in 6 HOURS, don’t be late !  kim dahyun is now taken.

┊*・ kim dahyun. female. she/her. twenty-four. ╱ hey, isn’t that MACKENZIE CHIHYE ? i saw them walking around SUNSET HILLS the other day. yeah, i remember because i could hear RAIN ON ME BY LADY GAGA FT. ARIANA GRANDE blasting through their headphones. i don’t know much about them except they’re a PHOTOGRAPHER and they’ve lived on the island for FOUR YEARS. i think i heard someone talking about how SHE BLACKMAILED SOMEONE TO DO HER DIRTY WORK WHEN IT CAME TO A HIT AND RUN but who knows if that’s true or not. i hope flor chooses them for the blog this week, they remind me of VERONICA MARS. [ j. 27. pst. ]