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acxsungkyu:
@acxforce
this isn’t the worst day of his life—but it’s certainly close.
sungkyu doesn’t remember quite well how he got into this position. what he does remember is a sweet smile, legs that go on for days and a pretty breathy voice he wouldn’t mind hearing in his ear. he remembers that vividly, but he doesn’t remember how he ended up alone, stranded outside some noisy pub with too much alcohol in his system and shaky legs.
where even is he? sungkyu doesn’t even remember, and everything won’t sit still long enough for him to read where he is, what he’s around. sungkyu’s a damned mess in all sense of the way.
“son of a—“ he grumbles, leaning weakly against a wall as he shoves a hand into his pocket, fishing around for his phone. he finds it and tugs it out, and after almost dropping it twice, manages to call a number of someone that can hopefully help him out, at least a little.
and hopefully not make fun of him.
“jae—“ he hiccups into the receiver, head falling back against the wall with a loud thunk. he lets out a low whine, squinting his eyes open. “you—i’m gonna need you to come get me. i’m outside that shitty place with the—“ sungkyu tilts his head up and squints, attempting to make sense of the picture on the sign. “—that ugly half-naked mermaid girl on the sign. i’m really drunk. no clue how to get back home—and i’m pretty sure that witch ditched me. women suck.”
as always, nights are lub-dup of synthetic heartbeats that spell boredom, thrumming underneath his skin. he lets out a sigh after his fourth shot, not wanting to let himself loose tonight. there’s no one to bring him home, after all — and there’s no one to bring somewhere else either. he is not in the mood to satiate any unbound desires, the hours grow increasingly mundane, the ticks of the seconds slowly drowning him in the thoughts of simply walking home.
there’s quite a distance between the bar and the school, yet he doesn’t mind — ambling leisurely across the road, he ignores the ogling women, not bothering giving them a smile like he usually does. he’s around halfway through his trip when his phone buzzes, the vibration notifying him of a call. sungkyu. a quirk of an eyebrow later, he receives it, listening to the hiccup. by itself, it’s quite a telltale sign of the state that his caller is in.
“a witch?” he chuckles, but he knows the place that sungkyu means. or at least, he hopefully does. there are plenty of spots with that kind of signs hung, so he hopes that the one he’s heading towards is the right one. “i thought you had hots for someone else. but all right, all right. i’m heading towards where you are... or, well, i hope i think of the right place. your direction is vague as it is.”
