#yhtsuki

[chahyeonyh]

FMK yangcheon edition

a playful smile grows on hyeon’s face. thank you, god, for handing her an opportunity to stir shit up and potentially, annoy a few people. “because i’m bored, i’ll do one for the girls and another one for the boys.” 

“for the guys, i’d fuck @yhwonjun.” okay, so. he’s kind of an annoying shithead but hyeon cannot deny that he’s also kinda really hot. not only physically but just in the way he carries herself - the way he pushes her buttons, the smirks and taunts. god, she’s pretty sure he knows what exactly he’s doing and it’s so infuriating (and sexy at the same time.) plus, the signs just all align: angry, no-strings-attached sex is the best kind of sex. he lives quite literally on top of her, so there’s no need for a walk of shame or potential noise complaints. 

“to marry? @yhjeongmin 100%.” without a doubt, hyeon knows that they’d be the best fuckin’ power couple (even if she doesn’t have anything more than platonic feelings of respect and care for him.) they’ve been through a similar childhood: pushed to perfection, stressed and pressured most of their lives, and he just, as cheesy as it sounds, understands her. beyond their drug-fuelled days, she does genuinely like him as a person; he makes her feel safe and warm.  it doesn’t hurt that he’s a pretty good kisser as well.

“and finally, i’d kill @yhjinho.” maybe they were doomed from the start, her fiery personality and the weight on the world on his shoulders, two angry kids who never knew how to say what they felt. but goddamn, the good times she’d spent with him were the closest she ever felt to religion - she doesn’t believe in god but she did believe in his smiles and his laughter and his kisses. still, if the good was the best, then the bad was some of the worst that hyeon has ever felt, especially the whole fucking way they ended, fuck, it genuinely physically pains hyeon to think about it. she wants to hurt him, the way he hurt her but she just can’t. so, killing him would be the easiest option. 

“and for the prettiest girls, i’d fuck @yhtsuki.” hyeon’s done it before and she’ll do it again, in a heartbeat. tsuki’s really fucking hot, and there’s something about the way she’s this untouchable perfect kind angel that makes hyeon want to ruin her even more. and the very fact that she’s an idol turns hyeon on even more - the potential consequences of her being caught, the way hyeon knows she’s doing something that she shouldn’t. it’s just really fucking fun.

“i’d marry @yhsujin.” not a different question. god, hyeon loves sujin. okay, yes, she might not know details about her past and honestly, about her present life but sujin never complains. neither does she pry into hyeon’s life and for that, hyeon is nothing but appreciative. sujin’s proven to have her back and that’s more than enough for hyeon. and she particularly likes that she’s never met anyone who holds the same rage and need for destruction as she does. with sujin, hyeon honestly feels like they could just burn the world together just for shits and giggles. and now, who wouldn’t want that for the rest of her life? actually, now that she’s thought about it, maybe she could propose this idea to sujin. once her career as an idol ends, maybe she could move in hyeon and they could move into a big house with a nice view, share cute designer outfits with each other and live the rest of their lives as hot rich friends with suspiciously matching rings. 

“and kill? probably @kairiyh.” okay, so, yes, she had one interaction with kairi but it also involved kairi being rude. worse still, hyeon is very much forced to maintain relations with her. so, she would honestly most rather not have to deal with that so, no offence. (also, hyeon lowkey thinks it would be fun because kairi seems like the kind of person to fight back and hyeon is always up for a challenge.) 

[chahyeonyh]

< good as hell / tsuki >

second of october, twenty twenty. with @yhtsuki​

if hyeon had to be honest, chuseok was not going as well as she’d hoped it would. considering hyeon’s incredibly low standards, wherein the bar was way below the ground, this meant that chuseok was going horribly in the worst ways possible. it’s only a day, she tells herself, but somehow, today feels longer than others. she’s spent her whole life, trying to find ways to reclaim her power from her parents, but just a few hours with them could make her feel like she’d lost everything she’d sought to find.

her head throbs – she’d already gotten high with jeongmin in the bathroom twice, ignoring the perplexed and nosy looks from other attendees. it had made things feel slightly better, put hyeon in a much better mood than what she’d started with and gave her the confidence to deliver quick responses when asked by her acquaintances’ parents about her love life. “just waiting for the right one,” she’d reply, shooting a playful wink. “you know how these yangcheon men are, so immature!��� (very much unlike sober hyeon, who would normally just give them a smile, make some mildly passive-aggressive excuse about being busy with work, and hope that they would move on to the next question. she’s never been the most sociable person out there, although she might be in contention for the snarkiest.)

still, in true spirit of chuseok, she would like to take a moment to be thankful for these little things, namely cocaine and eun jeongmin (although, she must admit that she is fairly worried for the latter. he’d done a tad bit more than she has, and unlike her, jeongmin actually has a reputation to uphold. hyeon’s not quite sure what’s going on with him, but she’s rather concerned. maybe she’ll bring it up during their next round.) another thing she’s more than grateful for is tsuki. she’s not quite sure why the younger girl is here, but she has learnt not to question delightful things when they randomly materialise in her life. god knows hyeon needs more of those.

best of all, tsuki appears at the best possible moment, when hyeon’s riding down from her high and the familiar signs of her irritable phase appears. now, she’s in the mood to just be kind of a bitch. as much as hyeon complains about the judgemental stares and condemnatory remarks she receives, she’s a big fucking hypocrite and she’s not one to be a bigger person. she’s never really believed in the whole “see the change you want to see in yourself” bullshit, which is why she’s very happily indulging tsuki with lighthearted gossip about the people around them.

“so,” hyeon starts, eyes scanning the room absentmindedly before narrowing in on a group of middle-aged women chitchatting idyllically in a corner. “who do you think has done the most plastic surgery? i’m thinking the one in pink. good nose job, though.”