annoyed grunt, arm flung over his eyes to block the sunlight trying to creep into the bedroom. … is this even his bedroom? 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘. head’s about to explode off his shoulders, practically.
hiccuping drags from a lit blunt, skin sticky against the leather couch in the green room——sweat shiny on his forehead. he adores the post—show high more than anything else in the world, and the more he allows himself to feel it, the ›
carb—loading before another show, already slurping down his second container of ramyeon. fucking starving, after spending most of the day sleeping so he could keep his energy up.
another star in the galaxy of 𝑚𝑖𝑘𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑜𝑠𝑚𝑜𝑠. she ╱ her. twenty—six. multiship, and with chemistry. minors do not interact. mature themes ahead. not associated with min yoon—gi … merely a parody.