jivk:
Everyone in this planet is a loner anyways. ❞
( f o l l o w / l i k e / r e b l o g )
* HIATUS.
( so I'm in the same situation as dahye's mun ( lost inspiration sucks but I had fun being jinhwan so-- ( I'm planning my new muse and shit it's just my schedule has been hectic lately ( wouldn't be free until two more weeks and :--/ ( for now you can contact me by my aim-- ( caffein.e ) ( thank you and sorry to everybody ! ):
I’m not afraid of failure but I am afraid to become one.
—malessere (via wnq-writers)
Wish I could say “I’ll make time for it” and actually create a couple of hours that exceed 24 hours.
20150823 Blonote
❝Oh, and look at your son! How grown he is!
The comment came out a lot less forced when grinning over the rim of a wine glass. Well, it wasn’t that she was completely false in her interest, but pleasantries always felt a bit restricting to the woman with a self-proclaimed silver tongue. “The heir of Hex, hm? Already so capable, or so I’ve heard~” Ga-In finished the rest of her drink in one go and tried not to roll her eyes at the couple’s unnecessary bragging. Didn’t she just compliment his excellence? This is why she no longer enjoyed black tie events– too much needless chatter. She lit up a cigarette, since there didn’t seem to be any posted warning she ought not to, much to the mild shock of those around her. She had just been so kind to the Song family, their open mouths clacked shut in strained respect. “Well, congratulations to the two of you, hm?” Plumes of smoke circled her head and the vixen caught their conversational subject staring at her. She threw him a playful wink while taking another drag from her black cancer stick.
oh my, what a blemish! please let me offer a sincere apology regarding to my wife, she couldn’t hide her happiness now that our son is all grown up and reliable!
her lipsticks is too bloody thick, turning more gore with every sip of the wine that she devours, spilling her lungs with even more cerise. black hair in contrast with her milky skin, with jewelries sticking out with much annoyance on victor’s side. at first, she is nothing but merely duplicates of every fucking socialites out there, but with her glass empty, vivid light shining down on her frail figure, the intimidation– the audacious, her dauntlessness– that aura fuming with crimson lilac turns him on a little too much. perhaps, asking for a question from the older female could scratches his itches of curiosity of how the fuck do you tolerate them, really? don’t they just rambling on too much, maybe a stab of knife slitting right in their vocal cord would shut them up perfectly? that would relieved the tension that bloomed a little too tightly within his chest, because really, they talked too fucking much.
the clouds of smoke of the newly lit cigarette may’ve just calmed his tensions a tad, though callous finger nimble through the handkerchief on the table to cover his lips faking a few coughs, oh the irony of the thought of the most rogue being acting so gullible in front of these fucking clowns really did the wonders of cracking the loud laughter out of his gritted teeth, and he took the advantage of that moment faking even more coughs (that seems conveniently convincible now), and a smirk that curves perfectly; hiding itself behind the pure, white cloth. and while his parents does not looking, he shoots another wink her way, because a woman is a woman, widowed or not.
”oh, please, enough about me, what about yourself, ma’am? have you amused yourself to any of these men here, yet?” and an elbow (his father’s, noted angrily) hits right through his ribs, but victor still managed not to waver his smile, not when his lips would be the perfect fit to the cigarette resting harmlessly between her fingers.
harubtw wants to be arrested !
25th August, 2012
it’s thursday again, numbing it’s way into view. but how much exactly does jinhwan has to go through the fifth day of the week? thousands of thursday has already passed, but jinhwan is nevertheless still occupying this duplicated days of walking the same route to school to no avail, same fucking faces he sees with every steps he took, and the deficiency of amusement that was too dim to acknowledge him whenever he tries to venture for some form of sick entertainment, whether it’d be jerking off in detention, pissing in the girl’s toilet, or buying a lingerie for jie’s birthday (and she loves it, he swears to god, completely disregarding the slap on his cheek that stung a little too much when he blurted out loud that he’d love to eat her out with that on her body, despite the fact that she had just recently fought with one of her fuckboy — and her fuckboy was also presented in the conversation — and her fuckboy totally did not just fucking punched jinhwan in the face). yeah, well, his maids had apprised him too many times that if he ain’t got nothing nice to say, then don’t say nothing at all (yeah, a fucking quote from bambi), but jinhwan’s tongue runs naturally on stupid remarks and sarcastic unneeded comments since birth. satan(because exclaiming god is mainstream), it’s almost too fucking comical with how much he loves thrills that managed to rouse his system to the climax, yet craves peace and solitude that calms his heartbeat at the same time. maybe that’s why he’s so fucking drawn to the rooftop, with it’s isolation and lack of crowd, and the atmosphere that would fit well with nell’s discography.
the blazer of his uniform never hugged his stern frame so right, with the way the edges of it flipping a tad suffering from the gusts of the breeze hitting his face as he finally reaches the final step of the stairs, footsteps reaching the dead end with his feet coming into halt, bag sluggishly hanging on his shoulder, and jinhwan’s brows raised a little, arms crossed with his eyes stared down at the familiar boy, a momentary pause before taking a seat next to him. the male snorted loudly, fingers already jabbing into his best friend’s forehead.
“don’t tell me you fucking skipped science.”
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