clarification: gguk doesn't have multiple personalities. as i go through the same thing, i just presumed people would know what i was talking about even though they don't, so i'm sorry!!! when gguk is having a rough time, he's zoned out and hazy - a lot softer. when he's grounded he's a lot more stern and foregoing - less soft.
i didn't make that clear skfjfkg i'm sorry for any confusion 🗿
five — places we won't walk
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
JEONGGUK was read to go home. taehyung has already left him, breath feeling of alcohol and smile hazy. "i'll be quick," he had slurred, "don't worry, gguk! m'not going anywhere!". he'd dragged the 'a' of anywhere, having it turn into a lazy gurgle or a laugh. jeongguk knew that he wouldn't be quick, nor would he even be back.
he was right.
taehyung was mingling with a group of people, a little above their age, swaying with them. none of them were dancing as such, more a mix of teens desperately grabbing at each other to grind against each other. it made jeongguk feel sick. not only because it was everything he hated, but taehyung was his boyfriend. lately, however, taehyung hadn't been acting like it. he was smiling more at other people, especially to the boy he was currently dancing with - park jimin.
the school's best dancer (aside to hoseok, of course), as well as one of the more well known 'pretty boys'. jeongguk remembered him coming in with black nail polish painted carefully on the ends of his small fingers, and every girl had flocked to his side wondering where he'd gotten them done. after announcing proudly that he'd painted them himself, every person in the vicinity seemed to swoon, cooing over the boy with the stripy sweater and painted nails.
when jeongguk, however, had painted his nails a baby-blue - to match his favourite sweater too - the girls had scoffed and the boys had called him a fag. he didn't do it again, and he guess he wasn't pretty enough. that night he had gone home and talked to his paintings about whether they liked it or not. it was a mixture of silence and confirming grunts from only himself, watching as the blues and greys seemed to swirl together to make an ugly and dulled out colour; so he decided to scrub it off before his father got home.
now he was tapping his (un-painted) nails against the pave-stones of the back garden at- whoever's house, he'd forgotten the name. there were a few other people out there. the niche's. they too, were sober, and continued to give jeongguk pitying looks. jeongguk could recognise some of them - they were the kind of kids to sit in the library and scrapbook, making stargazer moodboards and bullet journals. he figured he could fit in pretty well with them. would they pick on him for painting his nails? surely not.
the first person he recognised was park sooyoung, a pretty and tall girl that was in his english and art classes. she had a keen eye, whether it was for books, art inspiration or a damned twitter layout. she often wore beret's and skirts, along with no makeup except mascara and lip gloss. she was often spouting nonsense about her latest book adventure, and how emotionally she was to the characters. jeongguk liked sooyoung, she had said hi to him a couple of times on that hall and the smile she gave was kind enough.
