open starter for anyone, present days at the nam’s divorce party.
Who would have thought that one day Sian would be attending a divorce party? He had never heard of anything like that prior to this event, and yet he had very low expectations for the occasion. To him, it feels weird to be out there celebrating the end of a marriage, the end of a love story, the final verse of a beautiful song that can never be played again. He tries to put himself in that situation, putting an end to something he feels so deeply in his heart, and he can only feel pain. But this party is filled with people from Hannam High School, and of course that type of celebration could only come from them.
There’s a bitter taste on his tongue, and it does not equal to the taste of the glass of champagne he has in his hand. He looks around for a second, and calmly walks towards one of the tables of food to choose from the many options of sweets they have for the guests, something that could be enough to take away the bitterness from his mouth. And as he looks through the different treats, he can see a blurry figure approaching.
“Have you ever been to a party like this,” Sian asks, still not looking at the person and not really expecting a response. “It’s so strange, to me it almost feels… inappropriate.”
for junseo, it was somewhat normal for him to be invited to an event such as this. more than once he’d been paid to cling to the arm of a recent divorcee, the clients wanting to make themselves seem much more desirable with someone like him at their side. they were usually all as boring as the next, and the only thing that usually made his time worth it ( aside from the pay check ) was the alcohol.
taking yet another glass of champagne from a passing waiter, he’d noticed another patron of the divorce party who had recently done the same, noting the somewhat lost look he had in his eyes. perhaps, he could use some .... company. god knows the client of junseo’s had already made their way out of his sight and around the party, perhaps trying to win the favor of one of the hosts.
making his way over and becoming comfortable with his back leaning against one of the food tables, the escort situated himself within earshot of the man, not being able to put a name to the face just yet. “ you think so ? ” he questioned, taking another sip of the already half emptied glass, an eyebrow raised as he spoke. “ it could be worse. most divorces aren’t amicable at all, are they ? rarely can they be in the same room together, let alone put on such an extravagant joint party. ”
