i like. really like my art style though and i really hope i dont spontaneously lose it because that tends to happen. its like lazy in a good way. you look at my art and you go “wow, a person with clinical depression drew this” but in a good way
It’s interesting, the way you work hard to hurt me. I’m still trying to figure out whether that’s a matter of you just hating me or you trying to hate me. Perhaps that’s your way of adjusting to us not being the people you loved us as anymore. Or maybe, this is still me trying to excuse the fact that this is just who you are. This is the person I never knew was there, the black heart that I was ignorant enough to not see. Regardless, you’ve taught me a valuable lesson. People aren’t always going to stay, and trusting someone to do just that is the key to what could potentially be mounds of hurt.
the thought that i have the capability of doing anything is almost scary. like, i could just leave in the middle of the night and not tell anybody. i could catch a bus to the middle of nowhere. i’m not obligated to do anything, nor do i owe anyone anything. it’s scary yet thrilling.
“You’re beautiful. If I had you, i’d make love to you everyday.”
*not my gif*
Summary: A fan meets Junhoe by coincidence & they exchange sexts before hooking up in her hotel room.
Contains:Fluff, Gentle June (which is really weird to write tbh), & a seriously depressing ending.
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AN, PLEASE READ: (I am in NO WAY trying to say that Koreans are racist or that all of them look the way in which I described below. I just needed an excuse for her to get somewhere where she would run into Junhoe, and since she was a foreigner I just kind of came up with that scenario. I’m part Korean and I have a lot of Korean friends, and all of them (including me hehe) are very accepting of different cultures and races! This is completely fictional! Enjoy!)
It’s so weird writing Junhoe scenarios in which he’s not rough and extremely rude, fml.
*DO NOT READ ON IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO SEXUAL CONTENT*
I watch you sometimes. And I just let the entirely different person that you are now settle into the spot in my heart that held the you I remember. It’s strange, almost nauseating, to see how the words that come out of your mouth now are the filthy things you were careful to never say around me. The pride and the arrogance lacing your walk, and even the way that you sit down, are completely and utterly repulsive to me. And I just have to ask myself.. Was this the man that I was once so ready to give myself to?