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their eyes darted around the lounge in panic as he yelled, praying that their manager had been pulled to the restaurant for the night.  ‘ jesus, ’  they hissed in return,  ‘ keep it down, hyunki — this is still a five star hotel. ’  alva took the glass in front of him away and to the sink, coming back with a new bottle of top shelf tequila and a clean shot glass.  ‘ listen, not to be a dad or whatever, but nikita’s one of my best friends and i want to know what your intentions are with her. ’  they held the bottle in the line of hyunki’s vision, just barely out of the other’s grasp.  ‘ if you’re honest, i’ll give you a shot, game ? ’ 

“these patrons are dull, anyway. you’re welcome for livening up the place, babe.” he teased flatly. a half-assed smile that didn’t meet his eyes, hyunki was now genuinely uncomfortable with the pounding in his head. his focus hadn’t broken from the tequila, fingers itching as they pulled it from the shelf and brought it that much closer to him. oh. her name had him reeling to a stop. until that point, he’d thought alva was playing another game with hyunki, to pass along the shift, albeit a more sadistic one. this was - sort of - real. “my intentions? jesus, alva. let me live. you know i’d throw myself into traffic for her, come ON.” his hand was outstretched, grabby, to attempt snatching the liquor from them. “fine, yes. i’m game. but i’m going to complain the whole time - until i’m pleasantly hammered.”

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          THIS  FEELS  STUPID  AND  she  knows  it.  hyunki  isn’t  her  friend  —  she  doesn’t  know  the  boy  much  outside  the  drama  between  him,  her  own  sister,  and  jijoon,  and  she  certainly  doesn’t  know  enough  about  that  to  properly  care.  still,  their  absence  of  a  friendship  is  certainly  not  due  to  his  lack  of  trying  and  tamsin  can  appreciate  that.

     but  she  is  trying  to  have  a  new  perspective  now,  and  with  recent  events  unfolding  she  is  finding  it’s  not  particularly  difficult.  she  is  no  stranger  to  pushing  her  sister  away,  and  she’s  wondering  for  how  long  they  will  have  to  play  this  game  until  one  or  the  other  sticks.  hyunki,  she  has  decided,  is  her  safest  bet  for  at  least  trying  to  be  in  nikita’s  life  anymore.  tami  has  no  one  to  blame  but  herself  for  that.

     the  girl  brings  the  bottle  of  beer  up  to  her  lips,  takes  a  long  sip.  cigarette  rests  between  her  fingers.  there’s  a  brief  silence  before  she  speaks.  «  you  care  for  nikita,  right  ?  »

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he was more surprised than excited when she’d reached out for his company. hyunki had settled into the idea that he’d spend the forseeable future texting tamsin and forcing her to hang out with him, and he was okay with that. either she’d hit her head and suddenly decided that hyunki was company she preferred or enjoyed, or maybe something was up. however, he was too hopeful at the possibility that she was starting to let the effort he’d put into having a relationship with “nikita’s sister” take hold to fully dismiss this as having an ulterior motive. 

so - all that being said - he’d quickly agreed, packed a few bottles of wine into the deep pockets of his coat and got a town-car to tote him to her place. he sat with her, asked her about how she’d been doing, if she had fun in vegas, made stupid, painfully dorky jokes that he’d apologized for immediately after. he was two and a half glasses of red deep when the question broke what hyunki had considered comfortable silence. ah. wasn’t the angle he’d expected - for her to have him here on nikita’s behalf, but she’d always been the reason he reached out to get to know tamsin, so hyunki understood it better than anyone. 

before speaking, he finished the glass, fingers stretching to grab the bottle to get himself another pour. “ yes. a lot. ” glass was topped off and he looked her way, eyes warm and open, “ i really see a future with her, scarily enough. why do you ask? ”

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❛ want to gamble? ❜ , he suggested while playing around with his gold coin.❛ if you win — ❛ he paused at the ridiculous idea that he could lose. ❛ i’ll buy you alcohol. ❜ iseul was undeniably confident he’d win but the off chance that he’d lose made it oh so exciting. it wasn’t the first time he had asked his close friend to test his luck — hyunki usually wouldn’t say no even if he knew he was at a disadvantage. that’s why iseul always went to him when it came to things like this.

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“ wha ? ”  hyunki wasn’t three sheets to the wind, yet, but he was at least two. sat in the upscale bar with iseul, bottle service as a standard for any night with the two. the wager peaked his interest, as the other’s games usually did. chilled glass filled with an amber liquor in hyunki’s hand, something overpriced and imported, he gave the alcohol a sniff to see if the promised ‘woody notes’ came through when he was drunk. it just smelled like booze. he craved a good bottle of chardonnay. “ let’s raise the stakes a bit. ” hyunki offered, hoping the other would bite. “ i win, you have to fund the entire next group trip. somewhere tropical. you win, i have to streak through GRANT PARK. ” 

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hyunki had been a frequent patron of alva’s bar for as long as they can remember, not surprising in the least with how much liquor the other liked to put away at any given point in a night. and alva had been generous — slipping hyunki doubles and charging him regular, and giving him experimental mixed drinks when the night was slower and alva was bored — but tonight they didn’t feel as such. tonight they wanted to get straight answers from hyunki and the best way to do that was to hold his liver hostage.  ‘ hyuuuunkiiiii, ’  they returned in the same whining tone.  ‘ of course you’re sober, honey, i’ve been giving you nothing but margarita mix and soda all night. ’  they flicked the empty highball glass in front of him for emphasis. 

“ margarita mix?! ” his  voice  was  shrill  and  too  loud. if  hyunki  had  just  taken  a  drink,  it  would’ve  been  a  spit-take.  sober  eyes  and  a  pounding  head  looked  around  the  bar,  it  was  just  as  empty  as  one  would  expect  for  a  tuesday  night.  hyunki  needed  a  drink  soon  or  he  was  going  to  be   nauseous.  palms  laid  flat  on  the  bar  counter,  hyunki  wasn’t  going  to  touch  the  drink  alva  had  prepared  him.  margarita  mix.  the  audacity.  what  was  he?  a  sixteen  year  old  stealing  booze  for  the  first  time  from  their  parents  liquor  cabinet??  “ what  gives?  did   i  do  something  shitty  that  i  don’t  remember  doing?  i  promise  both  drunk  hyunki  &  me  are  very  sorry,  but  alva  if  you  don’t  slide  that  bottle  of  tequila  my  way  soon,  i’m  going  to  die.”

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Perfect Insanity: For the next three, I will be on a quest to make out with the one person I know I shouldn’t.

hyunki a

❛ hot. that bottom b*tch was the best kiss i’ve ever had, on god. ❜

hyunki b

❛ awww, cute. i’ll do it. but only if he wants me to. ❜

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this moment: i will be in love with sejun and austin for two days.

hyunki a

❛ jesus. ❜

hyunki b

❛ wikihow  said  it  is  possible  to  be  in  love  with  more  than  one  person. ❜

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bound: i will be physically chained to tamsin for 24 hours with a 5 foot chain.

hyunki a

❛― hot.  i’m  totally  gonna  smash.❜

hyunki b

❛wait,  you  guys.  do  you  think  she  liiikes  me?❜

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this moment: i will be in love with tamsin for two days.

hyunki a

❛ she’s the hotter sister anyway, obvi ❜

hyunki b

❛ ok but have you seen how pretty tamsin’s eyes are lately? ❜

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another strange me: i will split into two versions of myself—one good, one evil—for 12 hours.

hyunki a

❛ woah,  cool ― is it  gay  to  have  a  threesome  with  yourself? ❜

hyunki b

❛ i  politely  decline. ❜

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(   *   &.   –   SHARP  OBJECTS  SENTENCE  STARTERS .

‘  all of history was written by men, so… of course they’re gonna make themselves look good.  ’

‘  as i recall, you couldn’t even get it up.  ’

‘  bless your heart. bless your heart very much.  ’

‘  can i sleep over with you?  ’

‘  does it ever get better, with your family?  ’

‘  fine, you can sleep in my bed, come on. you can sleep with me.  ’

‘  hardly matters. you’re ruined. all out of spite.  ’

‘  i believe she’s outstayed her welcome.  ’

‘  i don’t mean to sound cruel, but i don’t think part of your heart can ever work if you don’t have kids.  ’

‘  i forget sometimes how parents aren’t always good for their kids.  ’

‘  i have to get home for heaven’s sake!  ’

‘  i miss her sometimes, even though i didn’t know her.  ’

‘  i never loved you. i hope that is of some comfort to you.  ’

‘  i think we should just sleep separate tonight then we’ll hang out tomorrow, okay?  ’

‘  i won’t grow up, not me.  ’

‘  if i can, you can.  ’

‘  if somebody says ‘bless your heart’, what they really mean is ‘fuck you’.  ’

‘  it’s hotter than a whore in church today.  ’

‘  i’m a bit tired, i think i should just sleep in my bed tonight.  ’

‘  i’m glad you’re back.  ’

‘  i’m incorrigible too. only she doesn’t know it.  ’

‘  i’m just a little frustrated ‘cause the girl i’m seeing won’t call me back.  ’

‘  i’m not decent. no, i’m not.  ’

‘  i’m trash, from old money.  ’

‘  i’ve just never been very good at the adult thing, i guess.  ’

‘  just forget about it, alright? i have.  ’

‘  let’s dig deep here… favorite color, favorite ice cream, favorite season? think you can handle it?  ’

‘  life is pressure. grow up.  ’

‘  my demons are not remotely tackled. they’re just mildly concussed.  ’

‘  nothing’s ever your fault, is it?  ’

‘  please stay.  ’

‘  please stay. if i can, you can.  ’

‘  she’s delicate. a rare rose. but not without thorns.  ’

‘  so, uh, are you guys dating now?  ’

‘  that day has haunted me.  ’

‘  well, i’m an unconventional girl, that’s what you like about me.  ’

‘  well, looks like we both got fucked.  ’

‘  we’re alike. i knew we would be.  ’

‘  what doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger… unless it kills you.  ’

‘  what if, after you die, part of you goes to heaven, part of you stays here, just to see how things turn out?  ’

‘  whenever i’m here, i just– i feel like a bad person.  ’

‘  you could take advantage of me maybe, when i’m drunk.  ’

‘  you gonna hit me? be dangerous.  ’

‘  you have the control and… they like you.  ’

‘  you turned out so wonderful, smart, beautiful, successful, and brave.  ’

‘  you were born with it, that cold nature.  ’

‘  your friend sounds like an after school special.  ’

‘  you’re a sick fuck.  ’

‘  you’re like my sister.  ’

‘  you’re like my soulmate.  ’

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   they’re  stumbling  down  the  dimly  lit  street,  levi  letting  out  a  boisterous  laugh  at  nothing  in  particular,  resting  an  arm  around  the  shoulder  of  the  other.  there  is  an  empty  bottle  of  tequila  in  his  hand,  and  if  asked  levi  would  not  be  able  to  tell  where  they  had  gotten  it  from  at  this  time  of  night  —  and  something  tells  him  hyunki  would  be  no  help  either.

   he’s  looking  for  a  cab  when  he  notices  the  struggle  on  the  other  side  of  the  street,  and  the  alcohol  is  making  him  brave.  no  one  is  ever  as  brave  as  they  are  stupid.

   ❛  dude.  the  fuck  is  going  on  over  there  ?  ❜

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it was so late that it was early. the pair had come out with the intention of beating boredom, and ended up being in the bar past last call.  before long, lights flickered on to usher them out and into the cold.  hyunki matched levi’s gait as best as he could, tripping over himself once, twice, too many times. the monogrammed flask he had was empty and in hand, between fingers sticky with salt and lime.

eyes locked on a scene across from the duo. hyunki frowned. he was no white knight, but it looked like someone was being cornered in an ally. liquid courage is an apt name for what was coursing through his veins. he’d already taken a step into the road, risking being hit by oncoming traffic, when he spoke, “ looks shady. ” his tongue was heavy in his mouth and his words were slurred. adrenaline hadn’t kicked in yet; he was still in the comfortable weight of the vodka redbulls he’d been slamming down.

hyunki committed to at least checking it out, “let’s go see what’s going on...right?”

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        ❝   one  things  for  sure.  i  am  NEVER  doing  that  again.  talk  about  chaos.   ❞   nikita’s  hands  are  bundled  around  a  blazing  hot  chocolate,  lips  curled  in  an  ‘o’  shape  as  she  blew  down  on  the  cup.  she’s  bundled  in  a  tight  tan  coat,  beanie  loose  on  the  top  of  her  head  and  mittens  covering  her  hands.  chicago’s  change  in  weather  had  been  a  culture  shock,  going  from  a  week  in  vegas  where  she  could  half  of  the  attire  she  had  on  now.  though,  nikita  did  miss  her  winter  wonderland,  calling  for  the  other  to  go  ice  skating  with  her.   ❝   part  of  me  just  wants  to  blackout  the  fact  vegas  even  happened.   ❞

“ my problem is the opposite. shocker. ” hyunki spoke from where he kneeled below nikita, putting on her skates for her. his were discarded to the side and he already knew that trying to get him on ice would be comparable to trying to make a newborn giraffe ice skate. should be fun. a breathless laugh at the image left his lips as his fingers tied up nikita’s skates. “ -- i wish i remembered more of vegas. care to clue me in? ” he stood and his eyes inevitably fell to her. his chest ached. hyunki would embarass himself on the ice, hell he’d do anything she asked of him. in a moment where his self-policing failed him, he bent over and kissed the top of her head. “ you look cute. ”

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“allvvaaaa.” the other whined, face in hands and leaning over alva’s bar. he’d spent many a night in their company, enjoying free liquor and happy to play guinea pig to the new concoctions they thought up. tonight was faring differently. they’d been at it for an hour, at least, and hyunki felt nothing. not that that hadn’t happened before, his tolerance was scary high. it was the headache he’d gotten used to in the past couple weeks - that hadn’t eased, and it was starting to become unbearable. gritting his teeth, he tried to smile, hoping that alva would cut the shit and send four shots his way. rapid fire. “i think i’m sober. the fuck is going on in here?”

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nights out alone weren't unheard of, but hyunki really tried to avoid them. sometimes, though, it was inevitable. hardly anyone he associated with wanted go 5 for 5 on weeknights. instead of staying home, lonely and discouraged, hyunki braved the cold for one of his favorite clubs. he'd had a few above average one night stands come from these dance floors, and, ever the optimist, he wasn't about to let a night by himself prevent him from easing the pounding headache he'd started to wake up with consistently. self-medicating, three margaritas in, hyunki hummed in content as the heavy bass of the dance track resonated in his chest. he wasn't here to take anyone home, but the alcohol would soon take the wheel and skew what sober priorities held firm, and then he could end up on the floor, in a cab, or half-dead. a roll of the dice, and he loved it -- craved it, even.

the margaritas were doubles, but hyunki still felt sober. his tolerance was too high, again. he'd need to hole up for a week with no booze, sweat it out and smoke a ton; the appeal of being a lightweight was greater than the kick in the ass the symptoms would be after he went twelve hours without a drink.

across the way, he spotted a familiar face. rome. not hyunki's first choice for companionship on thursday night, but definitely not his last. "rome!" the other seemed drunker than him, pleasantly surprising hyunki. he made it to him, arm slung warmly over his shoulders. hyunki had clocked enough hours with awkward bar run-ins that he knew to jump in pretending like they were best friends -- if it looks like a duck, and walks like a duck. "yo! dude, i didn't know you were coming out tonight. are you here solo?"

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