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gnnasung‌:

(...)

     “uh, sorry. didn’t mean to talk that much about her,” he finally realizes his mistake and a flush of red tints his cheeks. he still gets laughed at by his colleagues for being so fond of his sisters, but they’re good people, mr. kim! “is there anything you need? you can use the shower if you’d like.”

Mika laughs lightly. “I’m sure you’re just saying that to be nice, but thanks.” He hasn’t looked in a mirror yet but he imagines his hair looks like a bee’s nest. He tries to pat it down with his other hand, but it’s just a fluffy mess without his usual hairspray.

He quiets down when Nasung continues. He’s clearly far out of Mika’s league---he likely wouldn’t even understand why Mika was out last night, which is for the better. “It’s okay. I’ve had a lot worse, honestly. But still, you did the best thing you could do. I appreciate it a lot,” he decides on saying. 

Now that he thinks about it, Nasung’s first impression of him is absolutely awful. No amount of salvaging and politeness he tries to put out now won’t be able to make up for passing out drunk in Nasung’s bed. 

“... No, I don’t need water,” he sighs, frowning suddenly at his own train of thought. At the very least he was hoping they could be friends. But he can’t imagine Nasung is very interested in drinking with him, given his small scowl when he spoke about last night. 

And he would never ask for Nasung to be his friend to try and fix Mika’s own hobbies. He doubts anyone in the world has the patience for such a momentous and unnecessarily difficult task in the first place. 

“Um, it’s okay,” he says finally. “Yeah, I’ll shower and... get going. Sorry. I didn’t mean to take up so much of your time either.”

He slides off the stool, swaying a bit when he tries to steady his balance. 

“Also, uh, if you drove back or called a taxi or something. Which I assume you did because I don’t think you carried me all the way from the bar. I’ll pay you back for the gas or whatever.”

the morning after;

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gnhanui‌:

(...)

“hey, dude,” she says a bit informally, though the number of times they had already met gave her an excuse to do so. “you really can’t just come petting the puppies like that.”

Mika is pretty sure that the girl is talking to him, but he pretends not to hear in lieu of petting the dog instead. This particular one has been here for a while, and judging by the copious amount of licks he’s getting, she’s beginning to recognize him. He laughs, stroking its soft, fluffy head, and presses a kiss back to her forehead. 

She keeps talking, though, and it’s ruining his happy-dog-petting vibe. Glancing over his shoulder, he frowns. “Why not? I’m just taking my time in deciding which dog to adopt. There’s no restriction on how many times I can visit.”

The other puppy in the beg quickly comes over, lured in by the promise of pets. Luckily, Mika has two hands. “And besides, they like me,” he coos. “Don’t you, baby? You love me, right? You don’t mind that I’m here? That’s what I thought.”

the real dog expert is here;

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gnsebin‌:

(...)

“maybe i can haunt you and if you go back to japan my ghost can watch one of those sunrises. come here, shake my hand or something so my spirit knows to to find!”

Mika rests his cheek on his knee, listening to Sebin talk. His voice is nice, at least, even if the subject matter isn’t exactly helping Mika calm down any. “I don’t think you can tell knock knock jokes wrong,” Mika supplies, trying to get another laugh from him. “If you fail, the funny part is that you fail.”

He hums, watching the sky over the top of Sebin’s head. He misses Japan. So fucking bad. The idea of taking someone from this tiny town there makes him want to get on the first flight there. To be able to show someone all the amazing and beautiful places he’s been to; that sounds nice.

“That’s why trips are temporary,” Mika huffs, even though his trip to Korea has become a seemingly permanent residence. “But you’ll have to fight a lot of other ghosts if you want to haunt anywhere in Japan. People keep making up more and more stories that invite more and more angry spirits. I don’t think I could help you then.”

He inches forward, slowly, making sure Sebin wasn’t joking, until he can reach out and press their palms together. After a moment, he hastily retracts and goes back to curling his arms around his legs. “Aren’t you supposed to get more adventurous the closer you are to being dead? Having nothing to lose and all. I’m sure the people around you... your family or whatever, would want you to have fun before you die.”

sunrise.

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gnjackie‌:

@gnmika who replied to this! 

(...)

… he needs more chills for this weather anyway. “’sup, dude!” he says to mika, giving the other a wave before he makes his way to make his order. cookies ‘n cream is calling out to him. 

Mika has spent ten minutes squinting at the ice cream flavours to no avail. None of them are bad and yet none of them are perfect, the pros of each option neither outweighing or eliminating any flavour. The guy at the counter is evidently annoyed at Mika’s indecisiveness, but the ice cream is already overpriced (it’s not gelato, it shouldn’t cost 9,000 won) and if he’s going to get something to beat the heat, it better be worth it.

He’s thankful that no one’s behind him---he can’t deal with angry mothers or screaming little kids today. Or any day, really. So he grinds his teeth when he hears the door open, ready to argue for his place in line, until he sees who it is.

The guy is familiar; Mika’s pretty sure he’s the one who he spent five hours in the early morning telling ghost stories that he ripped from the internet to. Except he doesn’t remember his name.

Smiling, he awkwardly steps aside to let the guy order his own ice cream despite his earlier adamancy about moving. He has to say something, else he’ll seem cold. But what the hell was his name? Something with an G? Or a J? 

After a few moments, Mika just responds with “... Hi, dude. Nice day for ice cream, right? I can’t decide on a flavour.” Smooth. Avoid calling him by his name at the cost of coming off like a... whatever the kind of person who uses the word dude is, which isn’t Mika.

melting.

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gnjiwon‌:

(...)

in his embarrassment he starts rambling. “oh my gosh.. i’m a fool–i didn’t even realize that. not that! i wouldn’t want to like kiss you, you’re super attractive, and you have nice lips–heck–i really only saw learn japanese.” he has no clue what he’s saying right now. “i mean i know some japanese, i just need more–more japanese! that is, to clarify, not that i wouldn’t be opposed too–nothing!” he switched into japanese, and carried on with this embarrassed ramblings. 

Mika pinches his nose when the guy stands up and quite literally starts to pace around Mika’s tiny room. Well, this is quickly turning into a disaster. He barely understands what Jiwon says in Japanese---not because of his accent, but because his flurry of words is so difficult to follow in the first place from his embarrassment.

“... Hey, it’s fine,” he says eventually back in Japanese, catching Jiwon’s wrist so he’ll stop moving around frantically. “Do you want to actually learn Japanese? Yours is pretty good already though, I think. If you could just calm down a bit, that’d be nice.”

His brain doesn’t miss out on Jiwon saying he would, potentially, be interested in Mika’s original offer, but he’s not too sure this guy is ready for that right now. He looks like he’s about to explode.

“I’m not mad or anything. It’s my fault for not being clear. So take a deep breath and... here.” He reaches for one of the full water bottles tucked near his bed and passes it to Jiwon.

arrived on time.

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gnjaehyun‌:

ft. @gnmika

(...)

he naively assumes they live alone since there seems to be no other sign of life in the house, unaware of the sleeping beast upstairs as lies down on his back underneath the sink. it’s a bit more tedious than he anticipated: minutes later and he’s hammering his life away, taking the lady at her word and not really caring about the amount of sound he makes.

Mika really doesn’t want to wake up. But then again, he never does nowadays.

He’s not a lazy person by nature, however, and he won’t less his lack of interest in... anything, nowadays, stop him from getting out of bed at bare minimum. He tries to keep a rigid sleep schedule---it helps encourage him to get out of the house by a certain time. 

There are two times when his schedule is interrupted: one; if he drinks (usually with Jiho, because lately they’ve stayed until they’re kicked out) or, two; if someone wakes him up beforehand. Or, like today, both.

He hisses, sitting up slowly in his bed. He barely remembers what the fuck happened last night, but it obviously involved a lot of alcohol and not a lot of water, judging by how bad his head hurts. He has no idea how he got back to his own house. Rubbing his stomach, he tries to calm down its displeased rumbling and the nausea in his chest so he can focus on what’s going on now.

Noises. A lot of noises. That’s all his exhausted brain can understand. Why the noises are happening, he has no idea.

It takes him a solid minute to get himself onto his feet, and then another few minutes to rummage through his closet to find his emergency stash of bread and fruit juice. And then another ten minutes to consume it so he knows he won’t die from a lack of nutrients. It should be quite scary, but at this point, he’s pretty much numb to it.

All the while, the noise doesn’t stop.

He carefully walks down the hallway until he comes kitchen. The noise gets progressively louder and louder and by the time he steps foot inside, he’s covering his ears with his hands and squinting his eyes against the light. None of it really helps.

“Hey! What the fuck are you doing? Who are you?” he yells. “Why are you so fucking loud? It’s 6AM!” He should be more concerned about why this guy is in his house, but honestly, he’ll be happy if he stops making so much noise.

the intruder.

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gnnasung‌:

     nasung lets out a small laugh, thankful that mika wasn’t too awkward as to not approach him. he drops his single mitten down on the island to properly address the other man, wanting him to feel as comfortable as possible.

     "you look a bit messy, yeah, but it’s fine,“ it sounds like a joke, but he means it with his whole heart. "don’t we all look like messes when we first wake up, anyways?” he shoots the man a smile before turning back to the pan, rolling his sleeves back up before grabbing a plate.

     "i did try asking for your address but i couldn’t really understand you,“ he admits sheepishly, knowing well enough that that really should’ve been his course of action. "sorry about that.”

     nasung plates the pancakes just in time for mika to turn them down. a small look of disappointment flashes across his features, but he corrects himself quickly after. mika must be feeling pretty ill after yesterday, it makes sense. “oh, that’s fine. i’ll keep the leftovers for my sister,” he nods reassuringly, setting the plate back down on the counter, not wanting the smell to overwhelm mika.

     "oh, i’m nasung. kwon nasung,“ he jumps to answer. "i work at the bakery up by yellow creek,” he tilts his head curiously at mika’s embarrassment, a tiny hint of amusement in his eyes. “it’s fine, really! don’t worry about it.”

Kicking his feet underneath his chair, trying not to laugh when Nasung speaks. He can’t imagine any world where this guy looks bad---he probably looks even cuter when he just wakes up. “... I think it’s just me,” he sighs. “Or because of the hangover.” He runs his hands through his hair, tugging lightly to try and relieve the pressure in his temples. “But I guess you already saw me at my worst...” At least, that’s what he tells himself so he doesn’t get even more flustered over Nasung seeing him like this.

He leans his face onto his palms, squishing his own cheeks together (and trying to hide the flush there.) Even the way he takes Mika’s rejection of his food is so painfully nice. Most people would keep insisting, which would inevitably trigger Mika’s annoyance, but Nasung just... understands. 

“Sometimes I... well, it’s more difficult for me to speak when... drunk,” he says slowly. It sort of hurts to admit all of this out loud (last night and anything related to himself), but Nasung deserves more than a one-sided conversation. “You don’t need to apologize. It’s my fault for approaching you and getting wasted and all. Not yours.”

And of course he’s a baker, just to round out the perfect man image. Mika slumps a bit on the stool, groaning out loud. He can pass it off as being from the headache.

“... Your sister isn’t home right? I don’t want to be a bad influence.”

the morning after;

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gneunyoung‌:

(...)

so eunyoung did the neighborly thing.

she held up her basket of cookies in offering, “they’re a little spooky but they taste good, i promise i baked them.”

Mika still hasn’t visited all of the stores in Gaenari, despite having lived here for a couple of months now---there are some that just don’t interest him, and then some he hasn’t found the time to explore, and then some he just hasn’t gone to, for some reason. This particular shop lies in the first category. Mika is very loyal to his current bath and skincare products, and it’s never occurred to him that he should try anything else.

Still, when passing by, he can’t help but take a small glance inside. He’s sure their products are... decent, at least, but Mika doesn’t want to enter and then not buy anything. That’s just rude.

He doesn’t even notice that the door is open until the woman inside calls out to him. She appears to be rather relaxed (Mika wishes he knew the feeling) and holding out a basket of... cookies? to him?

Squinting, he tries to take a closer look with his less-than-20/20-vision. They aren’t just regular cookies (in appearance, at least)---they’re decorated with various popular horror figures. Damn it. How did she know his weak spot? And now he can’t walk past because ignoring her would be even ruder.

He ducks inside and tentatively reaches for one of the cookies, taking a bite and catching the crumbs with his other hand. They’re good, practically melting on his tongue, and almost certainly better than anything he could bake. 

Once he’s swallowed his first bite, he gives her a tiny smile. “Thank you. This is a... nice store.” He takes a quick glance around from the inside. He still sort of wishes he wasn’t in here because now he feels obligated to buy something, but getting to eat a delicious, spookily-decorated cookie took some of his apprehension way. “I don’t suppose you also run a bakery?” he jokes. “The cookie is really good. And the designs are... gorgeous.”

cookies / eunyoung & mika

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gnyejin‌:

(...)

     "it’s fine. sorry, shouldn’t have reacted like that. i know how tough the move has been on you and all…“ it’s weird speaking to him this familiarly when just the other day she was ready to pull out a fire extinguisher on his cigarette. "um…” the next question is going to be weird, but she swallows her pride. “d-do you mind if i come in?”

Mika stares at her blankly for a few moments before he steps aside, shaking his head. “No, I don’t mind, of course not. Um.” He opens the door more and kicks the mat closer so she can take her shoes off. “Come on in. My grandparents are upstairs so just... be quiet.” Not that he ever expected her to be a loud person (though he didn’t expect her to be this girl either, so. He can’t be too sure.)

Once she’s inside, he quickly goes to clean up the living room---moving his pack of cigarettes back into the drawer (he doesn’t need to remind her why she should hate him) and throwing the sofa blanket over his mess of electronics and junk food. Coughing, he stands back up and waits for her, feeling rather speechless.

“You’re not rude, don’t worry,” he says finally. “I just... I think we’re both... surprised.” She has far more reason to dislike him than he has for her, though, and he ducks his head. She’ll probably find a very valid reason to make a hasty retreat then ghost him online and he won’t even be mad about it. If not for the argument they had earlier on in the week, then some other thing she’ll realize about him that makes her want to leave.

He pinches his nose. He should’ve never agreed to this. He was too excited to have a real friend again. 

“I’m sorry for... if you feel mislead or something. I’m usually more composed than this but... yes, the move has been very difficult. And I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, now or... earlier.”

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gnjiwon‌:

(...)

“i brought some cookies i made earlier today! but i’m also willing to pay cash, of course. the cookies were really just a gift.” 

Mika’s pretty sure his annoyance slash surprise shows on his face for a moment before he leans back onto his elbow, sighing. Okay. He’s pretty sure this isn’t an act. He was sort of believing it up until he started talking about cookies. He’s pretty sure cookies aren’t a euphemism for sex. Plus, Mika used his best sultry stare and got basically no reaction. 

“... Cookies. Okay.” Mika dumps his lollipop into the trash bin by his bedside table. He has no use for it and it tastes like shit, anyways. “I’m born in 1995, but you don’t have to call me hyung, and...”

God, how does he even say this? He wasn’t planning on actually teaching someone Japanese, and it actually sucks that the one person who saw his ad and took it at face-value is really hot too. 

“This isn’t... I wasn’t...” he struggles to explain, waving his hand vaguely. “I didn’t want to actually... teach Japanese. It meant... something else. You know. Like. That’s why I put an age limit. I don’t need... cookies.” Albeit he does love cookies.

arrived on time.

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gnjiwon‌:

(...)

jiwon perched himself on the bed without a second thought, eyes landing back on the other when he spoke again. cutie? agreed. his eyes drifted to the lollipop for a second, the tip of his ears turning a bit red but he was quick to avert his eyes. “i’m jiwon! son jiwon, it’s nice to meet you!” he bent a little over his knees to give a polite bow, his smile only brightening. 

Mika’s eyes narrow even more. Inside. Not outwardly. That would just be rude. But the more this guy talks, the more he can’t tell if he’s here to fuck or if he’s like... actually here to study. Now that they’re sitting down, Mika gets a better look at him, and quite frankly, he looks like a nerd. A lean, sexy little nerd, but a nerd. And his overly positive demeanour told Mika that he wasn’t exactly in the mood (at least, not the one Mika wants him to be in.)

Popping the lollipop out of his mouth, he manages another tight, sly smile as Jiwon sits up again. He did see those eyes glance towards his lips---which is obviously the intended purpose, but the way his ears go bright read in an instant is not a good sign for Mika’s plan.

“Jiwon, huh? I’m Mika.” He gives a long lick of his lollipop before continuing. “Nice to meet you. What year are you born in? Can I call you hyung?”

Maybe it’s just an act, he reasons with himself. The innocent, lean, sexy little nerd act. Mika can roll with that. Acting is pretty much a subset of modelling, after all (or voice verse). 

“... You saw the ad, right? I forgot to put the charge on there, but.” He laughs and leans forward a bit; not close enough for their knees to touch, but just about there. “I take other forms of payment as well.” 

arrived on time.

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gnjiwon‌:

@gnmika

(...)

he arrived promptly to where the leading. he had the ad with him–jiwon was selfish enough to not want anyone else to see it and take the offer–and gave three quick solid knocks on the door. he hoped it was the right place. and jiwon didn’t even pause to consider the rather shadiness of the ad. the fact they were looking for a good looking 21+ well. the younger son twin has always been a bit dense about this stuff. he tries to come off as smooth. but his common sense is lacking. 

“hello! i’m here to take the offer to learn japanese?” 

Mika is prepared.

Well, quite frankly, he’s always prepared when it comes to this. At least there’s one thing he’s still comfortably confident with. It’s actually quite interesting---he passed by the place where had put his little ad earlier while running errands and it was gone. So either some kids took it down as a joke, or someone is actually going to take him up on the offer.

He’ll be here, then, if anyone does show up. He’s lounging on the couch, a lollipop in his mouth (something the internet said would help with withdrawals and it absolutely does not) and his newly-gifted DS in his hands. He would actually be content to stay like this all night, but the knock on his door isn’t a bad surprise either.

He drops his DS on the couch for later but keeps sucking the lollipop. Who knows, maybe it’ll be useful in a few moments. Opening the door, he’s rather pleased in who showed up. There’s an unusually high amount of attractive guys around his age in this town, but there’s also some people he would never want to associate with period, so. At least he got one of the good ones. Or so it seems.

“Come on in,” Mika says brightly. He grabs the guy’s hand---pretty firm, nice grip. “We can study in my room.”

The guy seems rather eager, which is basically perfect. Mika shuts the door behind them and quickly turns the lock for good measure. His room is... a bit of a mess, at least by his standards; there’s no clothes or such on the floor, but there’s a few empty beer bottles tucked into the corner and a suitcase that he still hasn’t unpacked yet. His bed is clean, however, and that’s what matters.

“So!” Mika guides the guy onto his bed. “What’s your name, cutie?” He licks his lollipop. Right. That’s what it’s for.

arrived on time.

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gnnasung‌:

(...)

     mika looks somewhat like a mess and nasung’s first instinct is to want to smooth his hair out for him, but restrains himself for politeness’ sake. he hopes mika doesn’t feel too awkward with the whole situation, and certainly not uncomfortable. a stranger had just brought him home, after all, while he was drunk too. nasung couldn’t imagine many people to be fine with a development like this. 

     “how are you feeling?” he tilts his head curiously, looking mika up and down. “and ah, yeah! i made breakfast if you wanted any, but don’t feel obligated or anything. i can save them for later.”

Oh, god. His voice. It’s so fucking deep. His good taste certainly didn’t fail him last night. Too bad he picked someone with actual morals, judging by the guy’s quick reassurances. Mika tries to smile back and takes another cautious step inside; when the guy just keeps staring at him (his earnest gaze makes Mika’s entire chest hurt) he slides onto one of the stools by the kitchen island.

“... I’m.. yeah.” He licks his lips. They’re so chapped it’s almost disgusting. He probably looks like a mess. No wonder this guy didn’t want to do anything with him. “Sorry, I’m... I probably look like shit, huh? You probably should’ve just driven me to my actual home last night, but... anyways, I appreciate it.” 

The food smells great, almost restaurant-like. Certainly better than what Mika would’ve made for himself had he been back at his own place. But the idea of consuming anything solid right now... it’s just not realistic. “I think I’ll, ah, pass on the food, but it smells really good.” The little later tacked onto the end of the guy’s sentence sets alarms off in Mika’s mind---does he actually want Mika to stick around? Not that Mika would mind doing so, but he kinda has doubts that this guy is on the same page as him. He looks so... nice. And domestic. And large. And cute. And---he’s going to stop thinking now.

“... Sorry, but...” He should ask this before it gets to be uncomfortable. “... What’s your name again? I know you told me last night, but... I was pretty out of it. As I’m sure you know.” He tugs his hair over his steadily reddening ears. “Sorry again.”

the morning after;

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ghostbusters;

@gnxmyungsoh​

[ text → 🧙‍♂️✌️ ] hey [ text → 🧙‍♂️✌️ ] are u busy [ text → 🧙‍♂️✌️ ] tbh probably not [ text → 🧙‍♂️✌️ ] i’m at that place i told u about [ text → 🧙‍♂️✌️ ] near the bomul river [ text → 🧙‍♂️✌️ ] get over here ^___^

Mika pockets his phone after shooting off the texts. Who knew getting proper service in Korea would be so useful? He tiptoes down the path, careful not to step on anything too weird-looking. It’s almost nighttime, so hopefully there’s no kids wading around in the water still; it was a nice day today and he’s heard of children coming her to swim. He has no patience for kids right now, though. He’s on a mission.

With a map in one hand---old-style, not on a screen, for once---and a flashlight in his other, he rounds a sharp corner to a mess of fallen rocks. Hyojin’s note is tacked to the corner of the map. He thinks it’s a bit too vague (she could’ve given more than just a broad location to go off of) but they have all night to explore. Between the two of them, they should be able to cover a lot of ground. And maybe Myungsoh can use some of his powers or whatever to help.

He crawls over the rocks with a small ‘oof’, nearly slipping on his feet when he reaches the other side. The Hyeol mountain stands tall above him and he thinks back to what Hyojin said, about the spirits there wanting peace. Well, now he just feels bad for disturbing them. Hopefully the supposed spirits at the river will be more talkative. 

The path he was on before would’ve taken him straight to the riverbank, but he doubts there’s going to be anything interesting over there. If there was, some kid would’ve gone missing by now. The more untouched areas of the river seem like better bets for what Mika is looking for.

He decides to stop around kilometer away from the path. He stuffs the map into his back pocket and rolls up his sleeves to touch the water. It’s still warm from the blazing sun and he splashes a bit on his face, shaking his head free of drops after. And then he finds a nice, not-very-comfortable-but-usable rock to sit on. His service is a lot more spotty out here, but he has some cool stories saved for offline reading.

When Myungsoh finally gets his ass over (after what feels like years), Mika crosses his arms and stands up. “Took you long enough,” he sighs. “I don’t know where else to go from here. The note... it just said to go near the Bomul river, so. Here we are!” Looking over the river and the trees on the other side, nothing looks amiss or particularly spooky. “What now? You’re the expert here.”

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gnjiho‌:

starring @gnmika !

(...)

“hey,” he barely manages to choke out after remembering to swallow the food in his mouth. “want to order something else? or are you good with soju?” 

he likes being alone, but today’s an exception. there’s too much going on in his mind for jiho to handle it alone; he’d rather avoid it, distract himself. 

with much futility, he offers a faint grin. 

Mika’s not particularly surprised to find Jiho already drinking when he enters the small bar. The fact Jiho came up to him first---and not vice-versa---earlier in the day told him all he needs to know about the other man’s current mental state. (Exhausted, depressed, something between those two?) Mika should probably have asked him what was wrong earlier and why exactly he wanted to drink so badly, but, well. Jiho knows his weak spot. (He only has one.)

So after making sure his grandparents are fed and tucked in, he slips out of the house. They’re trying to keep more of an eye on him now at night, but their old age makes staying up quite the task. Mika would feel more horrible about taking advantage of it if they didn’t shove their stupid traditions down his throat any time he steps into their home. 

It’s been a day and a half since he was here, and combined with the heat and the nagging from his grandparents, it’s needless to say that he’s in a bad mood. He makes his way towards Jiho, glancing between the jwipo on the table (a taste he has yet to acquire) and then row of shot glasses beside him. At least they’re on the same page tonight.

“... I don’t usually drink it, but.” He sits down beside him, already wanting to just pass the fuck out. Inside, he really wishes he wasn’t here again---more because it’s getting difficult to live with the shame---but he knows he has to be. Or at least that’s what it feels like. “It’s fine. It’s strong, right? I just want something that hits hard.”

He pours himself a glass and swirls it around. It doesn’t look particularly appetizing; at this point, all alcohol tastes like shit to him. But he downs it pretty easily, sighing once it filters through his throat. And then immediately after he pours another and drinks it as well. Letting it settle, he glances at Jiho out of the corner of his eye to see him staring right at him, grinning. Okay then.

Jiho’s smile is a bit confusing, though. Tilting his head towards him, he asks cautiously, “... Are you good there?” Because Mika’s pretty sure smiling isn’t what they’re going to be doing tonight. It would certainly be a change of pace.

“You don’t usually... I mean, you aren’t normally the one to ask me. It’s usually the other way around.” He coughs. “Not that... you need to tell me.” Albeit once Jiho starts drinking, he’s pretty sure he’s going to find out whether he likes it or not.

POUR UP (DRANK)

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gnhanui‌:

(...)

hanui holds her breathe not sigh again knowing very well the man would end up listening to it, but she still really wanted to do it. “there are no visiting hours, sir. we’re available for adoptions at any of our open hours.”

The way the girl on the other drawled out her answer told him that she wasn’t ecstatic at the idea of him coming to visit. He huffs right into the phone---she should be more welcoming to him! He could potentially be adopting a dog! He should be treated with respect!

Still, her answer gives him more than enough reassurance. “Okay, I’ll be there in one minute. Thanks!” he says, fake cheeriness abound, before hanging up. He’s been lowkey loitering in this area for almost half an hour and it’s burning hot outside, so he’s very excited to get indoors. And pet dogs. Actually, it’s mostly the petting dogs part that excites him.

Fixing his collar, he strides around the block until he comes face-to-face with the pet shop. Squinting through the window, he can see a girl tending to the display---probably the girl he spoke to on the phone. She looks like the type. Puffing out his chest and trying to come off as a respectful future dog-adopter, he pushes open the door.

Now, the usual respectful future dog-adopter would greet the employee and explain that he’s here to look at the dogs. For adoption purposes. But there’s a dog peeking over the edge over the edge of its pen, tail wagging, and how can Mika not go pet it? She said visiting hours were all day. He’ll greet her after! The dogs are more important. Besides, he’s pretty sure he’s going to be kicked out when they find out he’s not actually intending to adopt a dog. He needs to make good use of his time.

Making way for the puppy and completely ignoring the girl, he coos, holding out his hand. “Hi there, good boy...”

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