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yongxpali:

Sleepless Nights

Cigarettes butts and swirls of smoke filled the young bachelor’s modern styled apartment.  A coffee mug half-filled sat still and lonely along the glass see-through table that took up a moderate size of Junhyung’s living room.  It was late at night, the sun already slumbering past the horizon as the moon took watch through the night. Yet, instead of being asleep like he should, Junhyung lazily slumped against the long black leather couch, feet propped up on the glass table. He idly brought the lit cancer stick to his chapped lips that he had pulled out of a crushed pack a few minutes ago, the tip glowing red as he sucked the harsh chemicals and tobacco menthol flavor into his lungs and back out again. Really he wasn’t too indulgent to chain smoke when he wasn’t upset or depressed, but today had turned into an odd day. Maybe it was because his group was trying to desperately push a comeback so quickly or maybe it was simply just an off day, a pricking in his subconscious that had him fighting sleep even though his eyes drooped in tiredness.

Whatever reason, he had pulled back the thick gray curtains that covered the glass ceiling to floor window that looked out into the busy streets of Seoul. The view was breathtaking, streaks of electric yellows and tiger lily oranges whooshing across the dark backdrop, glittering windows of light diminishing the stars from above with it brightness. Living in the city wasn’t for those who wanted to stay up at night, recalling the constellations or those who wanted to frolic through the thick wildflowers in the summer. As a young boy, Junhyung loved to do those things, but now at his age, he doesn’t really mind the smell of metal, and fumes. To him the city was home now.   

yongxpali:

Sleepless Nights

Cigarettes butts and swirls of smoke filled the young bachelor’s modern styled apartment.  A coffee mug half-filled sat still and lonely along the glass see-through table that took up a moderate size of Junhyung’s living room.  It was late at night, the sun already slumbering past the horizon as the moon took watch through the night. Yet, instead of being asleep like he should, Junhyung lazily slumped against the long black leather couch, feet propped up on the glass table. He idly brought the lit cancer stick to his chapped lips that he had pulled out of a crushed pack a few minutes ago, the tip glowing red as he sucked the harsh chemicals and tobacco menthol flavor into his lungs and back out again. Really he wasn’t too indulgent to chain smoke when he wasn’t upset or depressed, but today had turned into an odd day. Maybe it was because his group was trying to desperately push a comeback so quickly or maybe it was simply just an off day, a pricking in his subconscious that had him fighting sleep even though his eyes drooped in tiredness.

Whatever reason, he had pulled back the thick gray curtains that covered the glass ceiling to floor window that looked out into the busy streets of Seoul. The view was breathtaking, streaks of electric yellows and tiger lily oranges whooshing across the dark backdrop, glittering windows of light diminishing the stars from above with it brightness. Living in the city wasn’t for those who wanted to stay up at night, recalling the constellations or those who wanted to frolic through the thick wildflowers in the summer. As a young boy, Junhyung loved to do those things, but now at his age, he doesn’t really mind the smell of metal, and fumes. To him the city was home now.   

bigbadboii 매일 커튼을 쳐 놓고 있다가 오랜만에 걷었는데 나름 느낌있는 야경이 보이길래.. Goodnight.

TRANS: The curtains are always down but putting them up in a while, I see the night view.. Goodnight.

trans cr: @yongjunna

(Source: b2stintl)