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luv this gif so much omg"i'd trade you to jeongmin any time." the blonde coughed out, the cigarette between his fingers burning away. just like him
"huh" the reply was almost inaudible. but they were alone, in what was supposedly a bedroom, without a bed. just a thin futon, barely used. and junk, from cds to headphones and untouched textbooks, the walls filled with random posters and photographs.
she touches a particular photo, a dark haired female with a smile-he insisted that she was smiling- but the girl had some sort of wickedness twisted onto her thin lips, her hollow cheeks haunting, almost like a dead-okay that was a bit exaggerating. that girl had long hair, dark and long. her face was pale and she looks starved. it was the only picture of a person amongst other weird photos on the wall. (“it’s supposed to be a cat? really.” “hm.”)
“you want to know, don’t you?” he asks bluntly. he’s always like this, even back when she first saw him in her lit class, turning up with bloodshot eyes and replying with "i drank a lot." when asked.
she presses her fingers harder on the photo. No, no, no, no, no “oh. yeah, whatever.” her conscience thinks she’d better face the fact than continue on living in denial and her stupid pursue of one sided love. she wants to know just why she's losing.
“her name wa-“ “i don’t want to know her name. just tell me what happened.” he shrugs, unfazed. “she has the prettiest name.” she feels like scratching the haunting smile on the photo.
“once upon a time i told her coke and beer was something tradeable, and she threw an ashtray at me.” he points to the scar on his jawline, his perfect jawline. “so?” she asks.
“i wasn’t fooling around.” her fingers stopped tracing the photo and her hands went limp at her sides.
“you didn’t-“
“i did.” his eyes seemed a bit distant, almost sad.
“she’s still there you know, with jeongmin. i told him to take care of her but” he spoke as if the ’but’ was meant to end the sentence, that it was the explanation to the story.
“she's still a whore” she's surprised at what came out of her mouth and clamped her perfectly manicured fingers over her mouth, still facing the photo.
he didn’t even flinch. only a sigh of exhaled smoke.
“i love her.” that hurt. she wants to slap his stupid face because he knew that hurt her more than anything. a cold reminder of her unrequited affections towards the broken boy in front of her.
“i still do. even if she costs a million for a fucking night i’ll get that million.” he takes a long drag and exhales. she winces. “i’d drag her back here even if she disorganizes my face along the way.”
she turns around and looks at the blonde, the terrifyingly handsome blonde her mother would call ‘society trash’. he stares right through her, at the picture. she's losing to a picture, she thinks, anger bubbling in her chest.
she snaps, annoyed. “well if you love her so much then why don’t you-“
he cuts her shreiking with a simple “it's none of your business.”
and a “fuck off princess, your ugly nails are giving me a headache.” before kicking her out of the dingy apartment.
gathering her last few threads of dignity, she shouts back a "maybe if you stopped taking those shit like food you'd sound less delusional, fucker." before stomping down the streets in her obnoxious yellow pumps.
he looks at the worn out photograph after being ripped off and plastered back to the wall countless times.
“make sure it’s expensive. i’m fucking expensive.” the dark haired girl giggles, sprawled out on the thin futon. she then snatches his cigarette and sticks it in her mouth before promptly flinging a silver object at his face.
"i'm sorry" he tells the photograph.
mini drabble because i can nope no i do not have piles of homework. oh no it's not a reason to use kawaii yoseob icon pfft
in t o xi c A t e }
luv this gif so much omg"i'd trade you to jeongmin any time." the blonde coughed out, the cigarette between his fingers burning away. just like him
"huh" the reply was almost inaudible. but they were alone, in what was supposedly a bedroom, without a bed. just a thin futon, barely used. and junk, from cds to headphones and untouched textbooks, the walls filled with random posters and photographs.
she touches a particular photo, a dark haired female with a smile-he insisted that she was smiling- but the girl had some sort of wickedness twisted onto her thin lips, her hollow cheeks haunting, almost like a dead-okay that was a bit exaggerating. that girl had long hair, dark and long. her face was pale and she looks starved. it was the only picture of a person amongst other weird photos on the wall. (“it’s supposed to be a cat? really.” “hm.”)
“you want to know, don’t you?” he asks bluntly. he’s always like this, even back when she first saw him in her lit class, turning up with bloodshot eyes and replying with "i drank a lot." when asked.
she presses her fingers harder on the photo. No, no, no, no, no “oh. yeah, whatever.” her conscience thinks she’d better face the fact than continue on living in denial and her stupid pursue of one sided love. she wants to know just why she's losing.
“her name wa-“ “i don’t want to know her name. just tell me what happened.” he shrugs, unfazed. “she has the prettiest name.” she feels like scratching the haunting smile on the photo.
“once upon a time i told her coke and beer was something tradeable, and she threw an ashtray at me.” he points to the scar on his jawline, his perfect jawline. “so?” she asks.
“i wasn’t fooling around.” her fingers stopped tracing the photo and her hands went limp at her sides.
“you didn’t-“
“i did.” his eyes seemed a bit distant, almost sad.
“she’s still there you know, with jeongmin. i told him to take care of her but” he spoke as if the ’but’ was meant to end the sentence, that it was the explanation to the story.
“she's still a whore” she's surprised at what came out of her mouth and clamped her perfectly manicured fingers over her mouth, still facing the photo.
he didn’t even flinch. only a sigh of exhaled smoke.
“i love her.” that hurt. she wants to slap his stupid face because he knew that hurt her more than anything. a cold reminder of her unrequited affections towards the broken boy in front of her.
“i still do. even if she costs a million for a fucking night i’ll get that million.” he takes a long drag and exhales. she winces. “i’d drag her back here even if she disorganizes my face along the way.”
she turns around and looks at the blonde, the terrifyingly handsome blonde her mother would call ‘society trash’. he stares right through her, at the picture. she's losing to a picture, she thinks, anger bubbling in her chest.
she snaps, annoyed. “well if you love her so much then why don’t you-“
he cuts her shreiking with a simple “it's none of your business.”
and a “fuck off princess, your ugly nails are giving me a headache.” before kicking her out of the dingy apartment.
gathering her last few threads of dignity, she shouts back a "maybe if you stopped taking those shit like food you'd sound less delusional, fucker." before stomping down the streets in her obnoxious yellow pumps.
he looks at the worn out photograph after being ripped off and plastered back to the wall countless times.
“make sure it’s expensive. i’m fucking expensive.” the dark haired girl giggles, sprawled out on the thin futon. she then snatches his cigarette and sticks it in her mouth before promptly flinging a silver object at his face.
"i'm sorry" he tells the photograph.
mini drabble because i can nope no i do not have piles of homework. oh no it's not a reason to use kawaii yoseob icon pfft