He knocked on Yuu and SeungYoon's door, a hand already stuck in his hair, scowling. He didn't care who answered it, either of them were people he could relax around, but somebody had to open that door. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, he was fucking surrounded. Benedek and his apologies, but at least they were clear, Yngve and his... little parties... Just ( Read more... )

( survey )

Yun-Hsin had hung around the art room for a little while until he grew frustrated with his piece, and, in an attempt to keep from smashing it on the studio floor, retreated to the music room. He'd taken up his usual spot at the piano and pawed out a clumsy, but memorized tune. And to think he used to be good at this... At least there wasn't anyone ( Read more... )