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seokbeom ,

{...}

“i’m still sober,” seokbeom scoffs and rolls his eyes. “i got a day off tomorrow and i wanna enjoy it.”

he downs the rest of his drink, slides his glass forward. “i’d go with option one ‘cause i’m not here to sing about my feelings.” he chuckles. “do you wanna hear me bitch about my life? i’m sparing you ‘cause i love and cherish you, sehun hyung.”

➝ “bartenders don’t judge, seokbeom-ah.” a tiny smirk emerges. “we only drink secretly under the bar, well—” he glances at the open drink in his hand. “most of the time it’s a secret—and the rest of the time, we pretend to care about customers.”

“if you don’t want to tell me, though, that’s totally fine with me. i got a cherry lime pomegranate absinthe and gin martini coming right up for you then.” sehun puts down his beer and reaches under the bar to grab a glass and a shaker. “can you believe i came up with that combination just now?” he lines up an ominously green bottle of absinthe, a bright blue bottle filled with gin, a fresh lime, a couple bottles of syrup, and a few other tools. he pauses and looks at seokbeom. “hyung loves you too.” the hint of a smile grows wider and wider until it’s a full blown goofy ass grin. “but hyung might also be the reason why you die tonight.”

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sketchbook part 7

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suran ,

{...}

“yah.” suran greets the taller with a laugh, eyes flicking over his attire. “i think you and i have different definitions of “painting the night red”, sehun.” not that they weren’t equally dressed in dark clothing, but there’s something distinctly different about suran’s ripped jeans and red laced camisole. 

“here, take a shot first.” she thrusts him the bottle, grinning from ear to ear. “then we can go get in trouble.”

➝ sehun presses his lips together, one corner tugging upwards as he looks over her outfit and tries not to laugh. “long time, no see, shorty.” he takes the bottle from her and downs one shot too many before handing it back. “for the record, i distinctly remember saying i wanted to paint the town red, which is different from painting the night red. mainly because...” he swings the duffle bag around and shakes it so the spray cans clink together. “i meant the first one literally.”

“alright, let’s go.” sehun drapes a long arm over her shoulders and he directs their walk to the right. tipsy college students serve as annoyingly unpredictable and unaware moving obstacles all along the next few streets. “so what’s new with you? still breaking lonely hearts?”

—graffiti hearts

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jongin ,

{...}

“yeah, well you didn’t do it first.” he recalls a fellow student saying the exact same thing sehun just did in his art history class, some three years ago. “mondrian did. and i bet one of yours could; this is probably fake. don’t know how an independent art gallery in south korea would’ve gotten their hands on a de stijl piece.”

then, a step back. “sorry, am i getting too snobby? we should have a safe word or something. to let each other know.” he chortles and stuffs his hands into his back pockets before resuming his gait around the gallery.

it’s quiet for a bit, until jongin picks up his whispery art gallery voice again: “god, i’m really more of a famous public art museum type of person. does it ever just feel uncomfortable to you in these places?”

➝ “yeah, yeah, yeah...” sehun rolls his eyes and takes a closer look at the plaque to the side. “well can’t help it if i wasn’t born in the 1800′s like this mandarin guy.”

“fake?” his face gets dangerously close to the painting as he inspects it. “why would anyone make a fake of this? i don’t know what a di-stick-whatever piece is, but is the original really that expensive?” he lets out a sound of disbelief at the idea. “amazing. this guy was the original hustler.”

sehun follows jongin around the rest of the room. “dude, since when do bros ever need a safe word with each other? next thing you know, i’ll be calling you daddy or some creepy shit like that.” he fakes a shiver and claps the other on the back. “kidding. it’s all good, man. say whatever the fuck you want around me.”

as they walk around some more, sehun starts to feel more lost and more uncomfortable by the second. he’s relieved when jongin feels the weird too. “yeah, if i had ever been in an art gallery before, i never would’ve come in here in the first place.”

—floating to nowhere

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ella ,

{...}

it feels like an eternity goes by until there’s a knock on the door. estella is met not by a crew of paramedics, but rather one slightly lanky korean boy with a distraight look on his face. well then.

as far as responses goes, she manages little more than an indistinct uhhh and a vague gesture toward the kitchen. she steps aside then, hanging her head in shame over her inability to work through the situation.

➝ sehun just nods and slips through the doorway. the moment he comes through, he hears the familiar warmth of his mother’s voice guiding him to the kitchen. “is that you, sehun-ah?” she says this as if he's ten years old and has just come home from school.

“mom—” he stops short when he sees her lying on the floor, hand on her hip. “what the hell happened? this doesn’t look like a small accident.” he kneels down, his face straining to maintain composure.

she lightly hits him on the arm with as much strength as she can muster. “watch your language. there’s a pretty girl present.” her eyes flit upwards to look at estella before focusing back on sehun.

what’s next? sehun lightly touches her waist to see if he could help her stand. her face immediately scrunches up and his hand recoils but her forced smile returns almost immediately. there’s no choice. he reaches for his phone in his pocket, turns to look at the girl, hesitates. “is it okay if i call an ambulance?”

—everything is embarrassing

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—graffiti hearts

@hpjsuran​ ,

➝ 2 am, and sehun finally gets off his shift. the music fest has him beat, working for five hours straight at a packed bar. but he can’t complain about $200 in tips for one night. first things first: three soju shots and a cigarette. second: text someone to chill. he’s tired but it’s the weekend for christ’s sake. question is, who should be text? he scrolls through his contact list. seungjae... songyi... suran. a good time always follows close on suran’s heels and he hasn’t seen her in forever, so he sends her a message. thinking of painting the town red, want in?

sehun tells her to meet him in front of Ark in half an hour if she’s down. he stops at home first and changes into darker clothes. from the back of the coat closet, he digs out his duffle bag of graffiti cans, unfortunately abandoned about for the past month or so. on the way out, he grabs his skateboard and heads for the bar. when he gets there, there’s still a relatively large crowded spilling out of its doors, indie pop music leaking out into the street and mixing with the chatter of a drunken crowd. he waits to the side, smoking and waiting for the troublemaker to show.

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ella ,

{...}

there are worse places to get lost in. she recognizes the interior, and some of the people too. it dawns on her slowly, but when she’s managed to make her way to the bar, it seems to make sense. as would be indicated by her knowing smirk as she holds her credit card lightly between her middle and index finger, anyway. she’s always been good at looking like she’s aware.

“hey— sehun!” knocking against the wooden surface of the bar itself, she leans forward to catch his attention as he passes by. “talk to me. i want to drink something.”

➝ what a fucking mess sehun has gotten himself into. even though he’s working the bar with two others, there seems to be an endless stream of orders coming from every direction. five shots of tequila! three bottles of soju! six tall glasses of cass! the same orders are repeated over and over again until he finally fulfills them. since mostly men crowd the bar, sehun comes close to telling them to shut the fuck up already, but he makes eye contact with a pretty girl in the back, standing on her tippy toes to look over the heads of the guys. what do you need? sehun shouts over to her. the impenetrable line of men leaning against the bar turn around to look at the girl with annoyance. a round of 8 shots for my girls! she replies. sehun smiles and gives her the OK sign with his hand. he pours the drinks for her and the men who have been waiting for ten minutes groan. female privilege, am i right? one of them says.

sehun shakes his head and takes the next order after the girl takes off with her tray of shots. he brought this upon himself and he could be doing far worse things to make bank right now. after he heard the nomadic festival was coming this weekend, he begged his boss to let him in on the action. it was stupid to ignore an opportunity for extra cash. they needed an extra bartender to accommodate the larger crowds anyway.

it seems like the rock band up on stage is blasting one of its loudest numbers, and sehun can barely hear anything. there seems to be a lull at the bar while all the guys go mosh on the improvised “dance floor.” on the way to get more beer from storage, sehun stops short when he passes by a hand holding a credit card. he looks over and his mouth moves to mirror the girl’s smirk. “eyyy, ella! what’s good, bro?” he glances at the card still between her fingers and waves it away. “first round on the house! what do you want?”

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—everything is embarrassing

@hpjestella ,

➝ “sehun-ah... i need you to come pick me up. don’t worry but i had a small accident at work and i need you to take me home.”

as soon as he got the call from his mom, he closed down the store and rushed over. at any other job he probably would’ve been fired by now, but thank god his boss was friends with his mom, so of course, he had a perfectly valid excuse to close the store. and as luck would have it, when he arrived at the building, he managed to slip through the secured door downstairs as someone was leaving.

sehun rang the doorbell outside the apartment door, bouncing up and down on his toes with worry and impatience. “open up, open up,” he mumbled. a million different possibilities ran through his head in those few moments before the door opened. was it actually a small accident or would he have to take her to the hospital? but if it was just a small accident, why else would she ask him to pick her up? was she downplaying it so they wouldn’t have to pay any hospital bills? sehun ran his hands down his face at the realization. conclusion: big accident.

when the door finally opened, after what felt like an eternity, sehun’s mouth opened slightly and his expression froze in slight surprise. “hel-hello,” he stuttered in english. well, that was something. with his english vocabulary pretty much depleted, he switched back to korean, but he spoke slowly and deliberately. “is my mom here?”

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taehyung ,

the male’s reply only made tae tilt his head slightly. he suppose that the other was right about that for the most part. he’d met writers, other artists, and even musicians so he could say that hapjeong was rather artsy in a way. “ i could agree with that. it’s not a bad thing you know? i mean usually, i just see you outside not watching the store so to see you behind the counter, drawing of all things is rather surprising that’s all. ” tae spoke with small nod. 

“ not quite, the whole renaissance and picasso… yeah no. i wouldn’t say that i was at that level, but to be remembered like them for my work. i would literally be living the dream right now. ” tae said, a grin forming upon his face as he thought about that kind of future, but of course his style of art wasn’t even in that category. 

as quickly as he thought of it, tae was snapped out of his own thoughts as the male behind the counter asked him for his items. for someone who worked in customer service he sure was a bit rude, but tae decided not to comment on it as he pushed his items towards the other, and dig out his wallet from his pocket. 

“ how much will it be? ”

➝ sehun raised an eyebrow. “yeah, well when you work in a place like this for eight hours a day, five days a week, you’ll understand why i’m never actually inside.” he took the items and scanned them one by one. “there may be artists crawling around everywhere but an independent art supply store doesn’t see as much action as you’d think.”

he smirked at the thought of all the types that came through that store. “plus you’d be surprised to hear about the things i overhear here. before working here, i use to think the artsy types were usually super depressing and self-deprecating, but most of them are just condescending and full of themselves,” he remarked flatly.

“i once heard some kid say he was gonna be the next ‘jeff koons’ of south korea. at the time, i had no idea what that meant. i don’t really know anything about artists. but i looked that guy up and apparently he’s a big deal in america. his work is pretty shitty. though that’s just my opinion.” sehun pursed his lips and looked at the total on the cash register. “that’ll be ₩56,700.” he shook his head and started bagging everything. “i swear, art students have some deep pockets.”

- ̗̀  drawing surprise  ̖́-

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sebin ,

{...}

“how the fuck are you still employed?” 

she doesn’t bother with a proper greeting, doesn’t see a point in niceties when she isn’t obligated to do so. as far as she’s concerned, their friendship has endured plenty over the years, and a little criticism directed towards his poor work ethic will do no harm. his ego, on the other hand, that’s uncertain.

“like seriously,” she folds her arms, sighing tiredly. the action is reminiscent of a parent dealing with rebellious child, which funnily enough, is how she often feels in these type of situations. “shouldn’t you be fired by now?” 

➝ on the way back from another trip to the convenience store, sehun is stopped by his homeless friend who bums a cigarette. sehun, glancing at the time on his phone, shrugs and decides to smoke with him for a bit. gone for half an hour hasn’t been his worst record yet. though he never would’ve taken his damn sweet time if he had known sebin’s impatience was breeding anger back at the store. the moment he walks into the store, he rolls his eyes at her question and walks right past her, circling around to stand behind the counter.

“yah, get off the counter, fatty.” he lightly pushes her, deciding to leave her question unanswered. “it’ll collapse any second and i’m not gonna pay for it.”

the second time she prompts the question, he shrugs. “well y’know momma oh is friends with the boss. i think you met him at our last family get together. what was it, like, two years ago? i think he has a crush on her or something.” sehun opens his mouth and makes grotesque gagging sounds. “don’t worry, he yells at me when you’re not around. but since he never actually fires me, he can feel however the fuck he wants, i guess.”

he sits down and fiddles with the cashier, opening and closing the cash box. “anyway, i’m guessing you came by to get food, right? if you were gonna yell at me for leaving my post, why do you always come by to take me away?”

RUDE LOVE

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—floating to nowhere

@hpjongin​ ,

➝ the midday summer sun beat on and the boys wandered, staying safe under the shade of the tree-lined street. an inordinate amount of independent art galleries littered the area and sehun squinted at every artist’s name as they passed an exhibition. although sehun made art himself, the whole art world as an institution and industry and history confused the hell out of him. he told jongin he was interested in coming to this area, but he suddenly regretted it when he realized he knew jackshit about how to talk about art.

they entered one gallery and sehun took a cursory glance around the main space. it seemed to be a mixed collection of artists. the art was nice, he guessed. nothing really stood out to him yet. at the tinkling of the bell above the door, the receptionist glanced up at them and smiled as an acknowledgement before returning to her computer. sehun smiled back awkwardly before approaching a random painting near the back. mostly it just looked like a bunch of squares* to him, and he wondered if he was missed something. he stared at it dumbly for a while, before saying, “look, jongin. i could’ve painted this.”

he snickered a bit and crossed his arms. “bet one of my pieces could sell for more than this.”

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— honey & i

@hpjhyejung​ ,

➝ when they met back in high school, her hair smelled like honey and her skin tasted like nectar. of course, in this particular story, they weren’t at that point in their relationship yet.

a few days prior, sehun, a first year, had clumsily asked out a girl two years his senior. due to some miraculous fortune—at least that’s how sehun saw it—she said yes. yeah, sure, they had been flirting for the past couple of months, but sehun didn’t think she was seriously interested in a kiddo like him.

he picked her up at her place, carrying a backpack and a single daisy he had found on the walk over from the bus stop. to be honest, he had plucked it from someone’s front yard garden. he hadn’t thought about whether or not he should’ve bought flowers until he saw that daisy, and he regretted not thinking beyond where he was going to bring her. but, it was a perfect daisy, so it was enough for sixteen year old sehun and his first date with a girl named hyejung.

once she came outside and was by his side, he blushed at the sight of her. on the bus ride, it was cramped and their body heat radiated off of each other. at one point, he asked, “so, uh... what kind of movies do you like?”

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seokbeom ,

let that liquor ride ;; 

{...}

“how you holdin’ up?” his eyes don’t leave the blank spot on the table to look at sehun. doesn’t need to. seokbeom just takes another sip and another and another. he’ll lend his ear and doesn’t expect the favor to be returned. that’s fine.

➝ it’s monday evening. just got on the clock, and seokbeom was already drinking. the music playing over the loud speakers was turned down low, but it resonated easily in the nearly empty space. it was that damn kim dong ryul song and it was depressing as fuck. sehun shook his head — who the fuck made the playlists here? —and wiped down another glass. seokbeom looked pretty bad today, like a sad puppy that had seen some shit on the streets, and sehun decided to give him some space. ten or fifteen minutes passed before seokbeom said something. “how you holdin’ up?”

sehun smirked and looked over at his friend. “i should be asking you that question. how long have you been at it today?”

after putting all the clean glasses back on the shelf, sehun withdrew a bottle from under the counter and popped it open against the edge of the counter. he walked over and leaned forward against the bar, taking a long sip from the beer. “option 1: i make some of my crazy ass but mother fuckin’ amazing drinks for you to try. or, option 2: you tell me what’s up because you look ragged as fuck, dude.”

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♠ ✆ √ ✘ ♣

✆ for a morning text

➝ sent to 석범 , o shit wors t hangover… wbu????

♠ for a drunk text

➝ sent to 석범 , hahahhahahahaha u alrdy passtd ou t➝ sent to 석범 , fuckn weak br0➝ sent to 석범 , chek itt➝ sent to 석범 , [photo of seokbeom passed out on bar top ;~)]

♣ for a text not meant for you

➝ sent to 석범 , hold up pluto isn’t a planet anymore???

✘ for a text that should never have been sent

➝ sent to 석범 , i once flashed a police officer when i was like 3 years old lol

√ for a long-winded confession text

➝ sent to 석범 , last night i thought i killed u➝ sent to 석범 , for real you were like dead asleep➝ sent to 석범 , could barely roll you out the door➝ sent to 석범 , i shouldnt have mixed so much absinthe in that last drink➝ sent to 석범 , i think➝ sent to 석범 , i think it MAY have been fake alcohol➝ sent to 석범 , actually i’m like 101% sure it was fake