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ʚ ˚      brown   eyes   roam   enchanting   countenance   placed   before   her,   a   hint   of   incredulity   embedded   in   her   gaze.   would   attempt   to   ask   familiar   face   behind   the   bar   mixing   concoctions   of   liqueurs   if   he   could   take   a   moment   out   of   busy   night   to   pinch   her,   unable   to   believe   that   this   could   be   anything   but   a   ridiculous   dream,   still   songbird   holds   her   tongue   as   she   slides   unfinished   glass   to   opposite   end   of   mahogany   counter.   “   i   can   look   out   for   myself.   if   anything,   someone   needs   to   be   keeping   an   eye   on   you.   ”      chides,   despite   roseate   hue   tinting   the   apples   of   her   cheeks   as   if   other   were   slowly   widdling   away   at   frozen   confines   of   beating   vessel.   a   sigh   escapes   from   brims   at   announcement   of   soused   state,   one   could   tell   from   a   mile   away   ballerina   had   been   out   of   her   element   in   gritty   alehouse.   “   you   think   ?   ”   tongue   clicks   against   roof   of   mouth   displeasure   before   she   continues.   “   i   dunno   where   you   met   that   guy,   but   i   don't   trust   him   to   get   you   home.   ”   naturally   assigns   herself   the   role   of   drunkard   assistant,   mother   would   remain   unaware   of   guileful   daughter's   absence   until   sun   shines   well   over   the   horizon.   brows   pull   together   in   utter   bewilderment   when   statement   leaves   raven's   mouth;   she   has   heard   her   fair   share   of   drunken   babble,   though,   this   one   seemingly   takes   home   a   dazzling   gold   medal.   “   we   need   to   get   you   home   or   we   can   find   out   where   your   brother   is   and   dump   you   with   him.   c'mon.   ”   proposal   of   running   away   together   tucked   far   into   the   back   of   cranium,   she   steps   back   and   pulls   delicately   on   other's   limb   —   actions   hardly   mirroring   the   gruffness   of   her   responses.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤcommotion  of  incessant  chatter  causing  blue  birds  to  spin  atop  crown  was  out  of  the  norm  for  cherub.  her  routine  :  plethora  of  academic  books  surrounding  being  with  ivory  aperture  locked  hindering  habitual  invasion  from  inebriated  elder.  uncertain  if  it  was  the  intoxicants  bubbling  in  abdomen  when  she  establishes  current  location  both  immensely  safe  and  far  more  rousing  than  eerie  confines  of  château.  how  fatherly  figure  could  down  dozen  bottles  of  intoxicant  in  one  night  stirs  in  cranium  —  when  grief  weighs  down  entirety  of  existence,  supposes  anything  to  remedy  such  anguish  would  make  do.  "  someone  has  to  look  out  for  you.  "  her  nod  is  instant,  posture  perking  as  if  she  was  prime  candidate  for  career.  incapable  of  placing  a  phone  call  due  to  crippling  anxiety  that  plagues  mental  yet  auditioning  for  role  of  bodyguard  —  alcohol  ringing  true  in  every  word  that  parted  peony  petals  lacquered  with  gloss.  "  i  think  i'm  a  little  drunk.  "  there's  a  pout  drawing  on  pretty  features  following  her  much  defeated  tone,  weight  of  cranium  settling  in  palm  of  perched  limb.  loathed  lack  of  control  over  sensory,  succumbing  to  the  putty  that  was  becoming  of  body.  "  i  took  the  hint  ...  and  i  detested  it  so  i'm  breaking  that  horrible  rule  !  i  was  thinking,  while  you  were  singing  —  you  sounded  so  pretty,  by  the  way  —  why  dont  we  just  run  away  together,  junie  ?  "

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ʚ ˚      “  even   though   it   does   sound   quite   fulfilling,   i   think   you   would   start   to   miss   me.  ”   cheeky   smile   gracing   his   features   as   elbow   rests   upon   cardboard   box,   seemingly   forgoing   extensive   to-do   list   to   their   boss’   dismay.   knows   all   too   well   how   much   employer   enjoyed   to   hover   around   them   yet   he   prided   himself   in   the   ability   to   feign   involvement   long   enough   to   appear   suitable.   “   ah,   tsuki,   always   the   insightful   one.   you   have   to   leave   some   wisdom   for   the   rest   of   us   or   we   won’t   stand   a   chance.   ”   found   every   conversation   with   other   to   be   fascinsting,   leaving   him   with   the   desire   to   pick   her   brain   at   any   opportune   moment   which   seemed   to   be   every   hour   of   every   shift   they   shared.   “  maybe   i’ll   do   the   bingo   nights   as   a   part   time   thing   ?   work   my   way   up   to   full   time   and   we’ll   do   something   fun   with   my   first   check.  ”

❝   you   know   you're   not   obligated   to   stay   somewhere   that   doesn't   make   you   happy.   ❞   sincerity   laces   words   as   they   roll   off   tongue,   back   settling   against   counter   as   dark   hues   observe   how   coworker   places   box   down   on   the   surface   behind   her.   despite   being   tasked   with   other   chores,   blonde   still   made   an   effort   to   be   near   man   beside   her,   finding   his   company   to   be   entertaining,   and   also   a   good   pause   from   the   "   babysitting   "   duty   she   had   been   assigned.   ❝   depends   on   the   elder,   really   -   it's   not   a   matter   of   age,   it's   a   matter   of   character.   there   will   always   be   people   who   will   look   down   upon   you,   while   some   others   will   be   thankful   for   the   efforts   you   provide   -   i   just   think   it's   a   matter   of   finding   the   right   crowd.   ❞

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ʚ ˚      blonde   wishes   she   could   liquify   into   a   pitiful   puddle   before   seeping   through   the   floorboards   —   a   melodramatic   response   all   things   considered,   but   still.   “   oh,   um,   here   …   ”   mumbles,      holding   out   checklist   to   him   as   if   the   paper   scorched   her.   she   curses   herself   for   not   making   spontaneous   plans   to   be   elsewhere   until   tonight.   there   is   no   logical   way   to   weasel   her   way   out   of   this   so   she   decides   to   mentally   begin   the   process   of   coping.   “   it’s   pretty   basic   things   i   think,   but   there’s   a   shit   ton   on   there.   cleaning,   decorating,   and   picking   up   some   of   the   food.   ”   juniper   chews   on   her   bottom   lip,   unsure   why   she’s   explaining   all   of   this   like   he   was   unable   to   see   for   himself.   though,   if   his   arrival   was   expected,   she   would   have   been   able   to   handle   this   better.   “   we   can   do   the   tasks   together   or   split   them   down   the   middle ...  whichever   you   prefer   ?   ”

despite agreeing to help out, heesang has been debating cancelling all day. he knows it will be worth it in the end -- chilling out with his friend and eating good food -- but he's so burnt out from school that helping to set up doesn't seem worth it. he's had an excuse text drafted all day, but as the hours have ticked by, he hasn't managed to hit send. which is how he finds himself standing in their hallway, staring down juniper who definitely wasn't mentioned as a guest. ❝ uh... yeah, same, ❞ he says a little awkwardly.

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ʚ ˚      “   weddings   are   sooo   cute,   don't   you   think   ?   ”   cheerfully   muses,   flipping   through   bridal   magazine.   many   of   which   have   become   a   staple   in   her   household   since   she   was   three.   she   turns   the   publication   towards   the   other,   beautiful   image   of   a   bride,   in   one   of   the   poofiest   dresses   raven   had   ever   laid   eyes   on,   gracing   the   page.   “   we   need   to   be   at   one   enjoying   looks   like   these   while   sneaking   drinks   from   the   bar.   it's   honestly   a   matter   of   life   and   death   at   this   point   !   ”   statement   is   punctuated   with   a   dramatic   sigh,   a   huff   of   air   that   causes   cheeks   to   childishly   puff   out.   “   there   might be   something   i   heard   through   the   grapevine   though   ...   ”

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ʚ ˚      blonde   prides   herself   on   being   able   to   cover   one's   tracks   as   a   result   of   begrudging   mother's   constant   need   to   vie   for   anything   songbird   desired.   gluttonous   hunger   for   love   and   attention   from   her   own   father   held   more   weight   than   winning   gold   at   the   olympics.   such   behavior   driving   male   away   until   only   two   remained   in   accommodation   overlooking   the   dazzling   cityscape.   yet,   a   suffocating   feeling   remains   even   now,   miles   away   from   home   to   ensure   plans   were   foolproof.   lips   are   downturn   when   other   utters   reminder   that   rang   in   the   back   of   her   head   no   matter   the   volume   on   the   music.   “   is   that   why   you're   here   ?   playing   bodyguard   for   little   ol'   me   ?   ”   inquires,   nose   wrinkling   when   raven   downs   contents   in   her   cup.      “   you   didn't   want   to   see   me,   okay   ?   you're   probably   drunk   already.   you   don't   even   know   what   you're   saying   right   now.   ”   quick   to   deflect   any   syllables   with   sweetness   laced   between   them.   hand   reaches   forward   to   snatch   glass   from   her   grasp,   a   scoff   leaving   glossed   brims   as   blame   is   passed   to   her   like   a   torch.   conversation   already   beginning   to   leave   a   horrid   taste   in   her   mouth   before   it   even   reached   its   precipice.   “   not   answering   texts   and   calls   is   the   first   rule   of   no   contact   !   i   thought   you   would   take   the   hint   ...   ”

     ౨ৎ       would   never   fathom   wandering   the   expanses   of   local   late   night   pubs   in   her   lonesome.   knew   if   raven   desires   crossing   paths   with   songbird,   would   have   to   perform   customary   ritual   —   lonely   beauty   full   of   despair   searching   for   a   fun   time,   cue   random   strange   man   whisking   her   away   to   rundown   bars   she   hardly   knows   the   names   of.   all   her   efforts   and   portrayals   of   distress   mere   acts   to   avoid   perimeters   of   household   where   abusive   father   lingered.   performances   seemingly   paying   off   one   eventful   night   when   stumbling   upon   silver-tongued   songstress   with   a   voice   of   an   angel.   had   seemingly   become   addicted   to   her   role   in   hopes   of   seeing   blonde   in   every   bar   she   lounged   in.   ❛   we   both   shouldn't   be   here,   technically.   ❜   quick   retort   as   crystallized   glass   with   brown   liquid   presses   against   petals,   tries   hard   not   to   make   a   face   of   disgust   as   liquor   coats   esophagus   though   fails   miserably   so.   never   quite   excelling   in   masking   true   emotions   on   pretty   countenance.   ❛   i   wanted   to   see   you   and   ...   ❜   hiccups   ,   booze   already   messing   with   cranial   wiring.   ❛   and   you   werent   answering   any   of   my   texts   or   my   calls   so   i   did   what   i   had   to   do   !   you   kind   of   left   me   no   choice,   so,   blame   yourself   or   something.   ❜

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ʚ ˚      “   no,   i   didn’t   move   your   book.   ”   states   innocently   from   where   he   was   perched   on   the   other   end   of   the   couch.   however,   the   art   of   pulling   tactics   like   this   one   was   not   lost   upon   him.   sticky   fingers   happened   to   find   themselves   moving   around   belongings   out   of   habit   and   mischief.   if   it   were   his   doing,   hiding   place   would   have   been   more   acceptable.   “   i   will   say,   it’s   probably   fate   telling   you   to   take   a   break.   ”   knew   that   responsibilities   of   upcoming   academic   tasks   weighed   heavily   on   other   which   could   only   mean   some   leisure   time   was   necessary.   being   cramped   up   in   the   same   four   walls   was   practically   driving   even   him   stir   crazy.   “   why   don’t   we   find   something   fun   to   do   then   you   can   come   back   and   read   your   textbook   front   to   back   again   ?   ”

"Where's my book? Did you move it?"

Kai wasn't trying to sound accusational, but she knew when she got worked up due to the stress she had a tendency to snap without meaning to. Her tone was sharp and direct, about to start blaming them for hiding her textbook from her when she caught it out of the corner of her eye tucked in to the cushion of her couch. Kai was glad she hadn't gotten out any other words as she solemnly dug it out from the plush couch and held it in her arm.

"...if you knew it was there, you could have said something," she mumbled, the final week of her classes making her more short than normal.

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ʚ ˚      “   why   would   you   bring   them   here   ?   ”   inquiry   posed   with   a   hint   of   venom   amidst   syllables,   eyes   narrowed   as   she   saddles   up   next   to   a   face   too   familiar   for   her   liking.   nights   spent   rotating   between   carefully   selected   bars   followed   a   singular   routine   ;   with   blonde   performing   songs   to   entertain   patrons   who   would   lack   the   ability   to   recognize   her   outside   of   the   four   walls   couplet   find   themselves   within.   these   seedy   establishments   becoming   something   akin   to   a   safe   haven   away   from   prying   optics   of   parental   figure.   though,   haven   is   tarnished   with   appearance   of   raven   and   unknown   individual   she   was   accompanied   by.   one   seemingly   unable   to   keep   orbs   from   wandering   over   in   their   general   direction   until   songbird   completed   her   set   then   stewed   in   anger   at   a   table   across   the   room.   soles   only   moving   to   close   distance   when   stranger   steps   outside   with   cigarette   hanging   from   brims.   “   you   shouldn't   even   be   here.   are   you   trying   to   be   funny   ?   'cause   i'm   not   laughing.   ”

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ʚ ˚      “   if   i   have   to   fake   smile   at   one   more   person   tonight,   my   face   might   get   stuck   forever.   ”   groans   almost   petulantly,   swirling   around   whatever   golden   liquid   occupied   small   flute   given   to   him   upon   entry   to   the   event.   drink   remained   an   accessory   as   father   whisked   him   around   the   room   to   introduce   him   to   what   seemed   like   a   plethora   of   his   associates.   everyone   in   attendance   dressed   to   the   nines   in   custom   -   tailored   suits   and   gorgeous   black   gowns   his   mother   would   squeal   at,   if   laid   eyes   upon   in   stores.   “   you   think   they'd   notice   if   we   left   a   bit   early   ?   ”   impish   smile   making   it's   way   onto   features   as   he   glanced   over   at   counterpart.

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ʚ ˚      with   remaining   bouts   of   adrenaline   still   pumping   through   veins,   athlete   fully   expected   yet   another   fracas   to   occur   on   the   sidewalk.   aftermath   of   preceding   situations   sharing   the   same   fate,   though   the   atmosphere   now   feels   different,   peculiar   even.   mouth   opens   and   closes   while   he   strives   to   find   words   that   could   alleviate   the   soberness,   but   simply   comes   up   flat.   canines   sink   into   bottom   brim   as   eyes   wonder   towards   anywhere   besides   nari   —   his   black   converse,   the   street   lights   hanging   over   them,   and   leaves   dotting   the   ground   to   make   way   for   autumn.   “   it's   just   ...   ”   softly   shakes   his   head,   trying   to   erase   beginning   of   sentence   he   couldn't   even   go   about   finding   the   words   to   finish.   delicate   touch   on   his   cheek   is   warm   and   pleasant,   he   had   been   unaware   of   the   wound's   existence,   but   the   light   throbbing   is   almost   impossible   to   ignore   now.   “   yeah,   'm   fine.   you   don't   have   to   worry   about   it,   it's   just   a   scratch.   ”

༊⋆｡˚                       nari knew this would come to bite her in the butt —- knew she should be tending to her date rather than the other but .. here she was . her and jihoon weren’t exactly official and she was beginning to think ( with everyone’s warnings ) that she shouldn’t be . ❛ you’re right . i’m not asking you to apologise . he got what he deserved . ❜ usual bubbly demeanour , now solemn . repeating what he’d said . a mere echo in the dead of the night . ❛ are you okay though ? ❜ she whispered as she moved closer to him and reached up to the slight wound against his cheek .

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ʚ ˚      “   can't   you   just   tell   them   that   you   got   food   poisoning   from   some   expired   mayo   so   i   can   steal   you   away   ?   ”   suggests   in   anguish,   already   expecting   other   to   turn   down   such   a   ridiculous   idea,   but   figured   it   was   worth   the   attempt.   “   they   literally   have   a   vaccination   for   chicken   pox.   maybe   i'll   tell   him   we   can   reschedule   so   i   can   find   a   silly   lie   to   cancel   on   him   with,   too.   ”   mind   already   racing   with   a   variety   of   tall   tales   she   could   have   at   her   disposal   when   the   time   comes.   “   a   spontaneous   adventure,   huh   ?   ”   mood   already   brightening   at   the   idea   of   spending   time   doing   whatever   popped   into   their   heads.   “   i   do   think   we're   overdue   one.   especially   one   that   involves   an   illegal   activity   ...   maybe   two.   you   got   a   deal.   ”   hand   extends   the   short   distance   between   them   for   other   to   shake   as   if   there   were   a   business   deal   on   the   table.   “   for   now,   you   can   tell   me   about   the   plans   you   have   this   afternoon.   ”

 hyunwoo  raises  an  eyebrow,  amusement  dancing  in  his  eyes  as  he  leans  against  the  doorframe,  arms  crossed  over  his  chest.  ❛  come  on,  you  know  i  can't  just  bail  on  my  plans  -  besides,  it  sounds  like  your  date  was  the  one  acting  like  a  child,  not  you.  ❜  he  retorts  with  a  playful  smirk.  ❛  i  mean,  who  uses  chicken  pox  as  an  excuse  in  this  day  and  age  ?  ❜  he  pushes  off  the  frame,  stepping  closer  to  her  with  a  hint  of  mischief.  ❛  look,  i  can't  change  my  commitments,  but  how  about  we  turn  this  around  ?  let's  make  our  own  plans  -  surely  we  can  come  up  with  something  even  more  fun  than  what  you  had  in  mind.  i  would  say  it's  time  for  a  spontaneous  adventure,  wouldn't  you  ?  ❜

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ʚ ˚      “   honestly,   it's   a   bit   embarrassing.   ”   rarely   finds   herself   in   situations   such   as   this.   chasing   after   objects   of   her   affections   like   some   kind   of   lovesick   canine   with   hearts   where   her   pupils   should   be.   doll   grew   accustomed   to   being   a   magnetic   force   that   drew   suitors   to   her   because   it   cut   out   more   than   half   of   the   hard   work   put   into   wooing   someone.   “   you   can't   laugh.   if   i   hear   even   a   snicker   under   your   breath   i'm   going   to   keel   over   and   die.   ”   index   finger   poking   one   of   the   arms   firmly   circling   her.   theatrical   flair   behind   syllables   probably   makes   possibility   of   best   friend   wanting   to   hoot   with   laughter   increase   tenfold,   but   faith   still   remains.   “   his   name   is   jisoo,   i   sit   next   to   him   in   my   bio   lab.   i   nearly   faceplanted   on   the   first   day   because   my   shoes   weren't   very   compatiable   with   the   floor   or   something.   ”   apples   of   cheeks   reddening   as   she   recalls   the   events.   “   but   him   and   his   friends   were   talking   about   going   to   the   arcade   again   this   weekend   so   he   can   kick   their   ass   at   some   game.   i'm afraid i   only   know   how   to   play   air   hockey.   ”

༊⋆｡˚                       something definitely going on here as she folded her arms over her chest and glared at her bestie —- wasn’t falling for it in the slightest . had been caught out one too many times and a lot of it .. she did to others . can’t fool the fool , some may say . the cuteness was endearing , the true epitome of her downfall . ❛ favourite person , huh ? ❜ entangled arms an ample opportunity to pull her a little closer under tight grasp , ❛ spill the tea first .. ❜ was a sucker for a romance story . sparkles s h i m m e r i n g within those doe like hues of hers as she tilted her head to the side . ❛ i need all the deets before gaming 101 starts ! ❜

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ʚ ˚      “   you're   not   even   going   to   look   at   me   while   you're   breaking   my   heart   in   two   ?   ”   brunette   whines,   unceremoniously   flopping   onto   the   loveseat   beside   the   other.   she   remains   silent   for   a   few   beats   to   offer   chihaya   a   moment   of   bliss   before   beginning   once   more.   “   you   could   at   least   consider   it,   you   know.   it's   one   little   house   party   and   i'll   be   on   my   best   behavior   this   time.   ”   vaguely   remembers   how   the   festivities   prior   ended   when   alcohol   tolerance   was   severely   tested.   hachiko   had   to   endure   a   stern   scolding   regardless   of   hangover   the   next   morning.   “   only   two   drinks   max,   okay   ?   scout's   honor   !   ”

❝ whatever it is, i'm not doing it. ❞ chihaya doesn't look up from her phone as she speaks, suddenly engrossed in the screen. she's fallen victim to hachiko's doe eyes before, and all it had earnt her was a headache. so no, not again. never again. not unless chihaya's getting paid to get involved in the other girl's messes. ❝ seriously, hachiko, it's not happening. not after the last time. ❞

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ʚ ˚      “   maybe   i   should   quit   and   find   a   job   elsewhere.   ”   a   weary   huff   of   breath   escaping   brims   as   he   sits   umpteenth   cardboard   box   down   on   the   freshly   wiped   counter.   beads   of   sweat   accumulating   near   his   hairline   and   sheer   exhaustion   settling   in   his   limbs   only   a   fraction   of   the   symptoms   obtained   from   series   of   tasks   given   to   him   by   overbearing   manager   before   his   shift   ends.      “   i   could   probably   work   as   one   of   those   people   that   host   bingo   games   for   the   old   folks   in   retirement   homes.   the   elderly   would   be   more   appreciative,   right   ?   ”   question   tinted   with   a   hopelessness   too   comical   to   bear.

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ʚ ˚      “   for   the   last   time,   we   are   not   lost,   okay   ?   ”   though,   it   does   seem   like   the   scenery   around   them   is   beginning   to   blend   together.   with   cellular   device   out   of   commission   and   her   refusal   to   admit   she   lacked   knowledge   to   read   a   paper   map,   femme   decided   to   rely   completely   on   her   own   memory.   “   some   faith   in   my   directional   skills   would   be   nice.   it   might   even   help   get   us   there   faster   who   knows.   ”   gaze   momentarily   taken   off   the   road   to   glance   over   at   counterpart   before   finding   its   way   back.   pride   that   came   along   with   being   deemed   one   of   the   best   drivers   within   the   friend   group   clearly   clouding   her   judgement.

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       ˳ ꒰ starter delivery for @faeriemists !

ʚ ˚      “   if   you   think   'm   going   to   apologize   then   i   have   terrible   news   for   you.   ”   pauses   in   his   tracks,   soles   of   sneakers   scratching   against   the   pavement   as   he   turns   to   face   individual   on   his   heels.   pair   able   to   put   a   significant   amount   of   distance   between   themselves   and   crowded   house   party   gone   awry   with   scuffle   breaking   out   only   ten   minutes   pass   midnight.   landing   the   first   punch   served   as   a   standard   display   of   athlete's   inability   to   rein   in   his   temper,   but   unlike   prior   incidents   there   were   no   hints   of   remorse   steadily   gnawing   at   him.   “   he   deserved   more   than   what   he   got.   i   don't   get   why   you   keep   that   dickhead   around.   ”