iitsfriday

[iitsfriday]

jisoo :: blackpink’s summer diary 2020 

[iitsfriday]

— the ways

lcsflcurs​:

seojun had been to plenty of formal events in his lifetime, but this one had to be the most awkward one yet. this probably beat all the family dinners seojun had to sit through where the silence at the table was deafening. yet, unlike those painful formal family events, this time seojun was to blame for the awkward tension. 

a couple was planted at almost every corner of the hall, which caused seojun to feel even more out of place. why? because the one person he wished he could have gone with as a real date was his date. and it really did not help that he was here, standing in his best saint laurent suit, staring like a deer in headlights at the entire situation. if it were up to seojun, he would have stayed back at his dorm and finished packing up his bags, but there was no way he was going to leave friday stranded— especially when he would rather be cuddling in bed with her instead of being at this tacky formal event. 

in a way, he felt like he screwed himself over by denying himself of the feelings he had for the girl, which was why this whole situation was uncomfortable for him. one minute he’s feeling up her thighs, his lips desperately trying to comfort her cold skin as the two did…mature things. then the next minute? he’s the one switching up on her, like he did to everyone else he slept with. except this time it got out of hand, and now seojun was definitely screwed because he actually felt something for her. and honestly? seojun couldn’t really tell you what he felt because he even denied himself of that information. 

at this point, he wished the whole fancy ball thing was a facade, and that everyone just started getting trashed so he felt a little less out of place. hell, he’d take a couple shots too just to have some sort of bravery like he had he start of this entanglement. maybe then he’d be bold enough to say what he really wanted to say— whatever that was.

who cared at this point! it was one of the last times the two would be together for awhile, and at this point he was determined to leave the university without any regrets. “if you wanted to stand around for an hour we could have done so at the dorms.” seojun nudged her, clearly trying to tease her to ease tension. he pivoted in front of her, eyes fixated on her hand as he reached out for it. his heart felt like it was going faster than his broomstick during a quidditch match. “may i have this dance?”  

IT’S FUNNY HOW THINGS TURN OUT. needless to say, right here and now, kang seojun by her side with a winter wonderland backdrop wasn’t what friday had planned going into her final year with a boy ban set in place. but then again, when have things ever gone according to plan? then again, when has she ever been the type of girl who denied fate? then again, if this was inevitable—her, kang seojun, yule ball in all its exquisiteness—then what is it if not the goddess of love’s cruel little joke? 

because what is there between him and her beyond carefully placed distance? distance that friday kang wouldn’t dare cross, mindful of their prior agreement (it was good fun between friends wasn’t it?). distance that kang seojun remains willfully ignorant of, as if all his problems would be solved with an outbound train away from here. her.

but like always, she, perspective and keen, experienced in this field more so than the likes of most of geumseong house, keeps her mouth shut; words lodged the back of her throat a growing lump.

it isn’t her place to. isn’t her right. who is she to chase after someone who’s reluctant to look back? haven’t you learned? will you ever learn? if it’s what seojun wants, can she really stop him?

even so, even if it’s a truth she knows, a truth hammered into her rabbit heart—bitter pill tucked under her tongue—she remains unable to pull away. which, is funny, if you ask her; if you ask any random passerby. has she not heard the cautionary tale? is she not tired of being the cautionary tale? 

                  isn’t it some kind of wretched—to cling onto something you know has no future?

despite all that, she’s here. a decadent display of everything pretty girls her age stood for—youth, beauty, dollish eyes, cheeks brushed in pink and disarming smile in place. a considerable amount of effort that went into preparation for something she had warned herself not to be too hopeful for. this—rather than a night of whimsical and per chance, if she’s lucky, tints of affection—is it not a setup for a memorable goodbye?

is he not leaving? why do you still let yourself get carried away by the swell in your chest knowing so?

she’s slow to blink to attention when the boy beside her speaks, lips pressed into a twisted line. what she really wants to say, however pessimistic and desperation tinged it may be, friday is careful to bite back, eyes flicking over seojun’s face carefully; starting now, isn’t it better to commit this moment of him to memory? a keepsake, if you will. of someone she’ll never truly have to herself. at least, not in the way she wants. “...it’s not my job to ask the pretty girl to dance,” friday speaks a beat late, deliberate in the lightness of her tone. what’s the point of dwelling on something she can’t change? or yearning for something she knows likely wouldn’t happen? 

her eyes lower to his outreached hand, feeling the telltale skip in pulse set into place like clockwork. like meant to be. no. friday smiles despite her cynicalism, releasing a clenched fist to slip her hand into his. don’t get carried away. 

                                              “i thought you’d never ask.” 

                                                                                you know there’s no happy ending here.

[iitsfriday]

HELLO.... it’s been like a real hot minute since the last event and all other threads. so in the interest of keeping my muse/myself afloat—i will be dropping most threads under the cut (as well as a brief thread tracker so i’m a bit more ~organized~) on account of them being too dated etc. if i’ve dropped a thread that you’d like to see continued, please feel free to lmk! if i’ve dropped a thread with you and you’d like to replot a NEW one, please PLEASE hmu for that (or just smash the like!!!!)!!! 

DROPPED

in dire straits with @msuchaeyoung

zombie intermission with @msuhana

forest fires with @msuelias

sweet apples with @msukevin

pumpkin pumpkin with @msuxhamin

light in the darkness with @jamiemsu

the thing about friendship with @msusoohwa

2468 with @msuxhyunki

midnight sky with @msuseojun

fly high like a g6 with @msukangdae

to the top!!! with @msuclaude

bring it with @msumiyoung

sour candy with @msualec

kiss kiss fall in love with @msumeng

nifflers?! with @msumeng

just living life no worries with @msukangdae, @msuseojun

found you with @jamiemsu

do not disturb mode with @msukangdae

WRITING (in no particular order)

starter for @msutaejun

autumn days with @msutaejun

throwing tips 101 with @msutaejun

blame it on me with @msukiyoung

oopsy with @msukiyoung

baby i with @jamiemsu

wide open with @jamiemsu

#777 with @msuxander

last to leave with @msukangdae, @msuseojun

WAITING

hold hands? with msukiyoung

boxed in with msunoah

i need to title it idk what with msuseojun

[iitsfriday]

cutie jisoo singing with sticker on her face + angry jisoo

[iitsfriday]

friday: ?????????????????????? friday: emergency emergency like you lost one of the wigs or EMERGENCY like you cut ur finger open

outgoing text  → drama hoes 🎭

nisa: 112 nisa: we have an emergency 

@msuxvio, @msuahri, @msukirby, @msukevin, @msufriday, @msuyeonhee, @msujaein

[iitsfriday]

msusoohwa​:

〈 sms › › › friday 🐣 〉 ⤷ hey, i was sleeping and didn’t hear it, i’m sorry  ⤷ bumping uglies. why do you have so many awful codes for sex? ⤷ and actually why are we even talking about sex ⤷ nevermind. ⤷ WAIT. WHAY DO YOU MEAN A GAZILLION??? ⤷ actually don’t answer me that, i just  ⤷ actually do answer me that. whay do you mean there is more than one? how many are there? 

[ 11:48 ] 💬 WELL WAKE UP!! [ 11:48 ] 💬 YOUR NAUGHTIES ARE ON THE INTERNET!  [ 11:49 ] 💬 oh oppa.... oh *oppa* [ 11:49 ] 💬 not sure how many are there, but everyone’s been forwarding me the same link lmao [ 11:50 ] 💬 honestly i would’ve thought it’d be me before it’d be you to drop something like this 😂 [ 11:50 ] 💬 you need to talk to your *not* boy, he better take responsibility for this 👺

[iitsfriday]

msuseojun​:

( 01:47 ) i have money to waste ( 01:47 ) or should i just camp outside your dorm ( 01:48 ) or maybe tell the prefects you stole something of mine😚😚😚 ( 01:49 ) then you’d really be in a lot of trouble huh😚😚😚 ( 01:49 ) i’ll tell them you snuck in and stole it🥰🥰 ( 01:55 ) you know what? i’ll be the bigger person and venmo request you ( 01:58 ) sent! check your venmo❤️️

[ 01:47 ] 💬 i take it back i dont love u ihu DRAFT DELETED! [ 01:48 ] 💬 and i find it really hard to believe YOU’D rat to the prefects and cost geum points DRAFT DELETED! [ 01:49 ] 💬 okay YEAH nobody’s gong to believe you DRAFT DELETED!

[ 02:05 ] 💬 yeah no i’m NOT paying you DRAFT DELETED!

IT’S BETTER NOT TO ENGAGE. friday knows this well, teeth torturing her lower lip as she scales the geumseong tower in trepidation. what’s in a hoodie anyway? in (admittedly) soft cloth and a brand name? definitely something seojun can afford. definitely something she can afford to pay back. then why won’t you? not the point. is the price of friendship so shallow that it can be broken by a singed hoodie? is it? well—maybe so. it’s been a hot minute since she and seojun last spoke—maybe he’s gone and done a 180 on her while she wasn’t looking.

friday’d hope not. i mean, she will pay him back. just not today. 

or maybe he was just teasing. she grumbles when the door to the common room swings open, glancing up from the string of texts just to find the perpetuator himself, sitting pretty on a loveseat with somewhat of a steely gaze. “haha....ha....” the laugh that spills out is rightfully awkward, one appropriate of someone caught off guard. what does one even do here? run?

“wow, uh, i totally forgot—i left my phone in the—uh—uhm—uh—kitchen—” friday speaks to no one in particular. looks at no one in particular (in fact, her filas are looking increasingly interesting as of this moment). though funny as it may be, all her attempts to look unsuspicious possibly does the complete obvious. still, she’s determined to stick it through, pivoting on her heel to head back out the door.

                      “wow! haha, guess i better go get it, haha...ha!” 

[iitsfriday]

msuseojun​:

( 01:25 ) please do not tell me it was the black one ( 01:26 ) listen to me ( 01:26 ) i don’t care what fairytale you think you’re in right now ( 01:27 ) if i open my closet door and this hoodie isn’t in there… ( 01:28 ) i don’t even want to look 🥴 it’s probably long gone ( 01:29 ) you know what… it was one of the cheaper options so i can’t be that mad ( 01:38 ) no i take that back ( 01:38 ) ₩939,216 is ₩939,216  ( 01:45 ) where are you right now?🥺🥺🥺❤️ just wanna talk

[ 01:27 ] 💬 uhhhhhh [ 01:27 ] 💬 ok i wont tell u 😙 [ 01:27 ] 💬 😀😀😀 [ 01:28 ] 💬 😀😀😀😀😀😀😀 [ 01:29 ] 💬 yea see!!! don’t be mad... [ 01:29 ] 💬 you’re young💖... handsome💖...rich💖.... it’s JUST a hoodie.... 💖💖💖

[ 01:43 ] 💬 what do you MEAN ₩939,216  [ 01:43 ] 💬 THAT’S LIKE 600~ POUNDS?? [ 01:46 ] 💬 ERROR/% <DATA MESSAGE: /*The phone you are trying to contact has exceeded its texting monthly limits. ID:283739196 - Each additional message to recipient will charge carrier ₩500/SMS^

[iitsfriday]

msunoah​:

BOXED IN.

                          — with @msufriday​                          tw: drug usage/drug abuse

   Noah doesn’t really consider himself to be a bad guy. He’s had a bad upbringing, bad experiences, and made bad choices from time to time — but does that necessarily make someone bad themselves? He didn’t think so. He was rather convinced that this life chose him, and not the other way around. Perhaps that’s why he didn’t think too much into it when he had emotionally injured Friday many moons ago. It resulted in their breakup during freshman year, sure, but he honestly didn’t think it was going anywhere, anyway. It was inevitable that it would happen, Noah believed, because that’s how his life always ended up. With someone getting hurt, with emotions being damaged.

   It took them a while, and several apologies from Noah later (because he’s not a bad guy, he knew he was in the wrong), to finally be on slightly friendly terms again. The tension was still there for what he did and how she felt, but he was grateful that they could at least breathe clear air together. Noah didn’t care if people hated him or not, either due to first impressions or certain happenstances, but he was trying to get his life back together; and if righting his wrongs is a step in the right direction, then so be it.

   Too bad Noah seldom followed his own words, own thoughts. Maybe if he did, things would be the other way around.

   Noah tried his best to stay clear of the deep end. He really did. Yet, with the pressures of academia,  conflicting drama regarding his own relationships, and the downright fact that he was never fully recovered, it wasn’t long before he looked to find solace in harder substances other than weed. He missed the comforting numbness that narcotics brought, the excitement of knowing he was putting something illegal into his veins. Noah regretted the absence of what he truly depended on — drugs that had been there for him longer than people.

   Noah was on his third-and-a-half line of cocaine tonight before he started feeling euphoric and leaned against the wall in his room, sliding down to the floor with his head inclined. He drifted off. Once he drifted back to what he assumed was reality, he was still seated on the floor but in a different environment. He blinked and looked around slowly, wincing at the pain in his chest. Where was he? When did he lose a shoe? How long has he been here, sweating like it was July?

   “Ah, fuck…” Noah croaked, unintentionally bumping his head against the wall. He was still feeling a little high but— fuck, he was hot. He could gather that he was in a hallway, at least. Across the hall, the number ‘415’ could be made out and a small spark in his brain remembered, hey… that’s Friday’s room.

   He swallowed dryly and looked down both ends of the hallway, preparing himself if anyone was walking down the corridor. Noah could probably make it back to his room, but the tightness in his chest and fast patter of his heart was too great. Maybe he’s having an anxiety attack, maybe he actually overdosed and it was finally catching up with him.

   Rubbing the corner of his eyes with his thumb and index finger, Noah called out—“Friday?”—probably a bit too loud but enough for her to possibly hear him, trying his best to keep his voice down. “Are you in there? Can you hear me? Come out here for a second, babe.” He called out again, voice raspy and not really sure what words were coming out of his mouth.

THERE IS FIRE AND THERE IS NOAH REED. there is the first prickle of love and there is the ebbing ember of what used to be. there is the optimism defined (she, wide eyed and hopeful, clings onto the remnants of their relationship and lets the folly of would-be love keep her strung along for weeks on end) and there is the broken man (he, pupils blown and bleak, takes the plunge into open arms and folds his angst into something minuscule, uncharacteristic on a hopeful whim that her would-be love will keep him afloat)

there is love and there is he who scorns love. who spits on the concept and spends minute by minute, week by week, body by body, tearing down brick upon brick the foundation she had set for them—till his fingers bleed raw.

there is friday kang and there is noah reed. 

                                                             two names never to be spoken in conjunction again.

but fate, or rather, life, has always been funny like that. it didn’t matter that he had apologized, that she had accepted, that she’d bury days of paranoia and ache on end deep within pandora’s box. relationships don’t just end. just like that. you can never be rid of someone just like that. or, more frankly put, you can’t un-love someone. you can’t un-care. you don’t detach just like that. or you can’t. or you won’t. 

if you ask her, she isn’t sure which it is. 

but it’s—complicated—more convoluted than a ‘simple breakup’. beyond a boy and a girl, the summer they spent in love and the weeks after falling out of it. beyond what’s loved and lost. beyond all of that—lies a tired concept, baneful and unpleasant. it’s attachment. it’s dependence. it’s noah reed, destruction prone and in constant atrophy. it’s friday kang, heart full and with goodness weary. it’s his knock at her door and it’s her hand forever extended for him—no longer out of love.

                                                                                                    then? what is it?        

if you have to name it, it’s pity. it’s guilt. it’s purple and yellow and green mixed with red. it is a fading hickey contorted into a stubborn bruise. it’s all that and more, but it didn’t matter. it never mattered. her heartache never mattered. his wandering eyes and hands never mattered. nothing mattered in face of the bigger problem between them. friday should’ve been smarter—should’ve known what the needle marks lining the innermost of his elbow meant—should’ve stopped while she was ahead.

yet, she didn’t. that’s the funny thing. you watch tv dramas and movies and you think that could never be you. you could never be that stupid. but you are. you are. of course you are—you’re your mother’s daughter, aren’t you?

so she’s here. noah’s here so of course she’s here. he made it easy, that way—by showing up at her door.

“noah.” her eyes rove over his frame, takes note of the slouched shoulders and occasional quiver and wonders to herself what it is this time. what he took this time. but she’s afraid to ask. afraid to know. “what’s wrong?” there’s always something wrong. else he wouldn’t here. else they wouldn’t remain connected like this still.

but friday is willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. at least, for now. the geumseong senior reaches out instinctively, acting on muscle memory with the way her fingers lace with his, and her free hand lifts to grip onto his shoulder, nudging gently to straighten him just enough to see his eyes. though even then, pupils blown and unfocused—as if he can’t even see her—it’s hard to gauge where he’s at. if he’s even here anymore. that possibility alone, frightens her.

                                                             “noah?” 

[iitsfriday]

There I was, a living, breathing girl, and you still wanted her ghost more than you wanted me.

Anonymous (via wnq-writers)

[iitsfriday]

november 2020 / @msusoohwa

[ 11:45 ] 💬 HEY [ 11:45 ] 💬 HEYY [ 11:45 ] 💬 HEYYY [ 11:45 ] 💬 HEYY [ 11:45 ] 💬 HEYY [ 11:45 ] 💬 HEYYY [ 11:45 ] 💬 H EYYYY [ 11:45 ] 💬 DO YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY DONT SCREEN MY CALLS  [ 11:46 ] 💬  WHY DO I HAVE TO WAKE UP TO A GAZILLION LINKS TO A VID OF YOU AND HYUNKI BUMPING UGLIES [ 11:47 ] 💬 BUMPING UGLIES IS CODE FOR SEX [ 11:47 ] 💬 THERE IS. A TAPE. OF YOU TWO. HAVING SEX. ON. THE. INTERNET.

[iitsfriday]

msuseojun​:

( 12:49 ) ……… ( 12:49 ) i knew i shouldn’t have woken up ( 12:50 ) and why does everyone “borrow” my clothes··😭· ( 12:50 ) you know i’m always willing to help the less fortunate!! just ask😊 ( 12:51 ) wait which one did you take specifically… ( 12:52 ) you know what  ( 12:53 ) don’t even answer that ( 12:54 ) you better hope you didn’t stain it,, or your ass is dead meat “fwiday"🥺🙈💕

[ 12:50 ] 💬 heh [ 12:50 ] 💬 well i have a theory [ 12:50 ] 💬 one that’s tried and true [ 12:50 ] 💬 y’see there’s kangdaes the papa bear with the too big hoodies that goes past my thighs and there’s you the Just Right bear who is a perfect fit and i am just goldilocks trying to find a nice ysl to complete my ootd [ 12:51 ] 💬 make sense? [ 12:59 ] 💬 🥺 well..... sweojunie.... whom i love and adore... and i have yet to see today but i’m sure looks very handsome on this fine tuesday [ 12:59 ] 💬 i didn’t... “stain” it exactly,,,,?  [ 01:01 ] 💬 i.... scorched it? [ 01:01 ] 💬 haha 😀 its a really funny story actually maybe i will tell u in 5-7 days when my ass isnt on the line 😀😀😀😀😀💓

[iitsfriday]

msukangdae​:

( 2:35 am ) i think bangs would you cute on you!! it would hide ur ugly forehead <3 

( 2:35 am ) gy**n k*y**ng ??? what is that a SLUR? 😭 idk what that means

( 2:36 am ) ive never dyed my hair before, does it hurt??? my mom and grandma used to dye their hair in our kitchen, but like ive never done it. 

( 2:37 am ) how about u try blonde, i think it would look fun.

[ 2:35 ] 💬 uGLY? [ 2:35 ] 💬 UGLY????????? [ 2:36 ] 💬  is this kang seojun or shin kangdae why are YOU doing this to ME :(  [ 2:36 ] 💬 yeah its a SLUR he-who-must-not-be-named take 2 [ 2:37 ] 💬 i mean im sure the muggle way hurts but its just a bibbity bobbity glamour spell for us! [ 2:37 ] 💬 blondes are so wild 🤪 wifeys don’t have blonde hair [ 2:37 ] 💬 BUT if you go blonde with me ill consider it!! [ 2:37 ] 💬 also wyd up rn...

[iitsfriday]

november 2020 / @msukangdae

[ 2:27 ] 💬 should i get bangs [ 2:27 ] 💬 im looking at pics from last year like maybe!! maybe i should get bangs again!! i dk i kinda look good with bangs! [ 2:27 ] 💬 but what did bangs ever do to me other than introduce gy**n k*y**ng into my life 🤢 [ 2:28 ] 💬 OR...ORR!! maybe i should dye my hair [ 2:28 ] 💬 kangdae help me 😭 [ 2:28 ] 💬 lets do matching hair colors you could pull off red i think [ 2:29 ] 💬 then again when you’re that tall people are Not gonna be craning their necks all the time to look at your hair

[iitsfriday]

november 2020 / @msuseojun

[ 12:15 ] 💬 did i ever tell u ily [ 12:15 ] 💬 like LOVE you LOVE you [ 12:15 ] 💬 like yk my LOVE and APPRECIATION for you is so much you cannot even Fathom [ 12:15 ] 💬 SO MUCH LOVE [ 12:16 ] 💬 SO MUCH MORE THAN KANGDAE!!!! [ 12:16 ] 💬 WHO CARES IF HE’S 6′5 [ 12:16 ] 💬 YOU'RE MY FAVORITE ONE!! THE BEST ONE! THE ONLY ONE! [ 12:21 ] 💬 ...anyway that hoodie i “borrowed”,, it’s not one of those limited edition ones right

[ 12:24 ] 💬 just remember... bros over hoodies sweojunie💓

[iitsfriday]

HOLD HANDS?

SHE’S A GRANDMASTER OF HANDS. back up. elaborate. *a grandmaster at holding hands. a local expert on the hands of mokseong. wait, no—well—actually, it can’t sound any better/worse than that. or any less true. the fact of the matter is that friday kang knows hands. has held plenty, has squeezed fingers, has high-fived, has interlaced them with her own, tugged them to pull others close, pressed them to her face, kissed them even. so, overall? an extensive knowledge on the hands of about everyone she’s been close to, boyfriends, girlfriends, miscellaneous, or otherwise. 

                                                                                                                 and? your point?

                                                         oh. right. the point!

the point is that, when presented with this particular task of finding the right pair of hands for her senior project, friday knew exactly who. it’s a no brainer if you really think about it—a pair of nice amiable hands with significant magic proficiency. a nice guy. well liked and smart (smart? well, actually that’s relative. friday didn’t need him to be smart—just chock full of magical potential). though, god! why did it have to be this guy?

it didn’t. if she’s honest. like, wand to her head honest. it didn’t have to be him. he just happened to be on her mind. or well, okay, fine, he never left. damn jock.

high noon, her feet (dainty little things seemingly spelled to instictively seek out disaster beaters) carries her to the great hall—specifically toward the hwaseong table—where gyeon kiyoung sits under the sun like a champion chosen by apollo himself. ugh. ugh. uGHHHHHHHHHHHH. she slows considerably once she nears the end table, momentarily rethinking her choice of hands. read: annoying onslaughts of what ifs, but is, and why nots. 

ultimately though? she bites the bullet and goes for it. stopping in the empty seat beside kiyoung with a determined frown. 

“gyeon kiyoung,” friday announces her presence, chest filling like a balloon with baseless confidence. “i need you.” wait. she flushes. “i mean, your hands—” WAIT. “—your MAGIC.” stresses the word, nose scrunching in self disdain. good going kang. “i need a lab rat for an assignment.” she clarifies, dipping her fingers into her tote to pull out kiyoung’s hoodie from halloween, setting it on the table gingerly and giving it a small pat in quiet thanks for the warmth it offered her that night. the hoodie, not the man. 

“you’ll help me right?” friday lifts her gaze from his plate to his eyes, head tilting slightly. “remember?” she speaks with emphasis, drawing back to night of hallow’s eve clearly. it’s important now to dredge back past interactions, if only to hold him accountable. “you said you'll make it up to me? remember?? after you apologized for being an asshole who played with my feelings?” the corner of her lips twitch at the recollection, feeling a sudden rise in vexation from just rehashing their history in general. but once again, its a necessity to rehash. to make sure it didn’t just slip his mind or whatever! she too, after all, was inebriated for most of the night.

who’s to say if kiyoung even remembers what he said? and where would that leave her if he didn’t? embarrassed? shamed,?on the express train outta here and back to london? probably one or the other.

friday takes a small breath, leaning in close to stare into his eyes, her own narrowing in scrutiny. 

                                                           “rEMEMBER?!?!”       

                                                                                                              / @msukiyoung​     

[iitsfriday]

no offense but I’ve never gotten over anything that’s happened to me in my life