cold eyes.

nineteen. air familiar. unaffiliated, uncaring, unamused.

[syxjaewon]

‘unwanted’

[cvjihoon-blog]

cvwjh :

he considers getting a chair or stool or something for him, but in the end, he just reaches up himself and grabs the book. he smiles crookedly a little bit, offering it to the other. he really ought to stop being so obvious about his thoughts, but it’s impossible to keep his expressions entirely under control.

ever the apathetic spirit, jihoon floated through life without sparing so much as a glance to those around him.  there were a few who managed to weasel their way into his daily routine, people he might even dare to call his friends, but everyone else just blurred into one.  he didn’t care about his peers in each class, or his neighbors in the dorm.  they were all just a part of the collective people, and there was nothing that he hated more than people.  but he especially hated people who couldn’t seem to learn their place: far, far away from him.

of the many struggles that he faced in his life, it was embarrassing to say that not being able to reach the top shelf was a common occurrence.  he had been cursed with more than just a disdain for life, the universe having certainly been out to get him when they planned his design.  his height was, to put it simply, laughable to most.  he had the frame of a twelve year old, stuck just before puberty was to hit.  standing at a whopping 164 cm, it felt impossible for him to even ride a damn roller coaster, let alone reach the top of a bookshelf.

at that point in time, he had been minding his own business, working silently to reach a book that had been unfairly stocked at the very top of the shelving unit.  maybe if he had enough willpower, he could manage to reach without resorting to cheap trips like magic or standing on a chair.  it might be a bit delusional to think, but he had been running on about three hours of sleep in the past two days, so it seemed like a fair enough point.  and he had been doing just fine on his own until, for some unknown reason, a stranger decided to step up and lend him a hand.

and the asshole was laughing at him.

“no.  fuck off.”  his response seemed to come a few seconds too late, his anger having made it difficult to actually form words.  before he had even spat them out, the other had grabbed the book he had his eyes on.  the ease in which he had been able to reach the object only made jihoon’s blood boil all the more.  he glared daggers at the elder, wishing with all his might that this stranger would just drop dead on the spot, before snatching the book from his grasp.  “fuck you.  i don’t need your help.”

[cvtaeyong-blog]

within the universe.

[cvjihoon-blog]

cvtaeyong :

“What colors do you like?” He asked casually and on a mere impulse. The page would see no color in this sketch unless it came from Jihoon, that was only fair. Maybe he would be partial to the colors of his plants, or maybe he would choose nothing at all, but either way Taeyong began the sketch, outlining the skeletons of flowers in full bloom.

jihoon placed the coffee back on the table, the taste in his mouth probably resembling the dirt that filled each plant’s pot a little too closely.  part of his mind told him that he should be thankful for the caffeine regardless of the taste, but it was heavily outweighed by his annoyance at taeyong.  if he wanted to practice making his own coffee, he should at least find a guinea pig that didn’t depend on a certain daily intake.  was it really that difficult to walk to the cafe and pick up something that he knew would be good?  “yeah, you better do that.  making this shit was a waste of your energy.”

for the most part, the blond liked to tune out his friend’s voice.  it had taken a bit of practice to master, but a few months into knowing him, he was able to transfer taeyong’s voice into the background. some of the shit he rambled on about just wasn’t worth his time, and he had a feeling that the other spoke just for the sake of speaking half the time.  as long as he let out a few grunts and nodded his head here and there, there never seemed to be much of a problem.  he focused mostly on the plants before him, returning to his task of watering as his friend carried on with the conversation.  it wasn’t until he actually allowed the words to register that he looked up, face contorted into an expression of confusion and irritation.  “did you just say that plants are psychic?  what the fuck are you smoking?”

he honestly didn’t want to hear about taeyong’s day.  he didn’t even want to talk about his own day, so why would he want to listen to someone else talk about theirs?  but it was polite, he supposed, and it was considered social etiquette for some reason, so he figured he could sit through it.  every now and then he would let out a low hum of acknowledgement, focusing a majority of his attention on his plants rather than his company.  his response to the question was a little late, only realizing it was his turn to speak after a few solid seconds of silence.  “’m thinking about getting you a muzzle,” his reply was only partly serious, as expressed by the slight quirk at the corner of his mouth.

“i don’t fucking know,” jihoon answered with a sharp, exasperated huff.  his favorite color?  fuck, he really had managed to befriend a child.  he ran his fingers over the leaf of one of his plants, frowning when he realized that it was beginning to wilt.  he slowly pushed the pot closer to the glass pane wall, hoping it would receive enough sunlight in the next day and recover.  he blinked a few times when he registered the awkward quiet that had fallen over them, noting that taeyong was actually waiting for his answer.  “i guess i like blue.  really dark blue.”

[cvyoongi-blog]

awake

[cvjihoon-blog]

cvyoongi :

“hey,” yoongi greeted as jihoon came into view, voice hoarse from a combination of the alcohol and not having spoken for a few hours by then. he cleared his throat, tried again with, “you bring what i asked for?”

as night dragged on, all noise from the surrounding dorms dying down and the moon peeking in though his window, jihoon felt an overwhelming sense of boredom.  his eyelids were heavy, his brain screaming for just ten minutes of sleep, but his body was buzzing with energy.  his fingers tapped anxiously against the wood of his desk, divots having formed over time with his abuse.  every now and then, his gaze would shift over to the comfortable and warm nest that was his bed, but his limbs refused to move in its direction.  it was a strange battle to face, his own body contradicting itself and refusing to let him rest, but he had grown used to the feeling long ago.  if he had been a more social person, he might spend those grueling hours of the night with someone by his side, but he had never been the type to reach out for attention.  so instead he waited, tracing patterns in his wall with his wavering glare.

he hadn’t expected for tonight to be any different than usual.  in fact, he was almost looking forward to wasting away in his darkened bedroom until the sun decided to make another appearance.  it gave his mind a chance to run wild, all thoughts that he chased away during the day suddenly allowed to roam free.  he could let his sanity (the small portion that had survived the last few years of abuse) slip away quietly, let it pace around in the confines of his mind, only to force it back together again when he had to face a brand new day.  normal people take off their pants when they get home, his brain joked.  jihoon wished he could settle for such a simple comfort, but alas, he was resigned to the sad life of being a dramatic edge-lord instead.  god, did he hate himself for it.

the sudden buzz of his phone was enough to snap the air familiar out of whatever trance he had gotten sucked into.  he was a little surprised to see the name that flashed on the screen, but he wasn’t necessarily annoyed by it.  as far as people went, he liked yoongi well enough.  in fact, he might even go so far as to say that he missed spending time with the elder in those last few weeks.  but he wasn’t some sexy feminine vixen, so he apparently wasn’t really worth the other’s time.  it had taken him only a few minutes to get over that fact.

slim fingers typed out a rather quick reply before he pushed himself away from his desk to gather the couple stray bottles of soju that had been stored under his bed.

[ zero fox given (yoongi) ]: ok

not fifteen minutes later, jihoon found himself entering the familiar cemetery grounds, eyes sweeping the area for his company.  he had to admit, he did find himself appreciating the cliche setting.  it paired nicely with the cool autumn night.  a raspy voice greeted him before he could even spot yoongi, dragging him in the right direction as he nodded his head and held out one of the two green bottles.  “it’s all i had,” he defended his choice offhandedly, although it really was the elder’s fault for not giving him more of a notice.  maybe if he had the time to spare, he could have gotten something stronger.  “you’re welcome.”

[cvjihoon-blog]

don’t nag me.

[cvjihoon-blog]

cvwheein :

“Hey,” she begins slowly, though she’s pretty sure that whatever it is she’s about to say next he wouldn’t turn her down. “Wanna check it out? Find the source of the howling and get to the bottom of this paranormal activity?” As incredibly weird as it was, Wheein thought this would also be a good opportunity to spend more time with her cousin. He was often avoiding her in broad daylight, and when the two of them were caught in the library there wasn’t much he could do.

somewhere in the back of his mind, jihoon had to wonder if he really was a shitty person for desperately wanting to leave his cousin in the midst of danger.  he was well aware that he could be terrible in many different ways, but this seemed like a new low for him. he could absolutely guarantee that if she wasn’t related to him very closely by blood, if he didn’t feel guilty simply because they were family, he would have ditched her the moment the lights had shut off.  if he had to guess, that definitely sounded like something a shitty person would do.  but at the same time, he hadn’t actually left her just yet.  he was standing by her side, almost feeling protective over her, when he could very well be in the center of their current threat right that very moment.  he was showing a more caring side of him, despite the fact that it was almost nonexistent.  that had to count for something, right?

the pair were definitely in trouble, locked in the library with some thing (demon? spirit?) and presumably no way out.  there was a chance that they could be really harmed by the situation they were in, that whatever it was that had gotten stuck in the library with them could bring about their doom.  and even with the current risk that they faced, jihoon was honestly more shocked by his cousin’s sudden grip on his hand than anything else.  it was utterly ridiculous of him, but he would rather run head-first into the danger than sit around holding someone’s hand like a damn child.  he couldn’t let her see that though, couldn’t break down any possible comfort she might have found in him, so he simply kept his own grip limp, waiting silently for her to finish showing her gratitude before wiping the palm of his hand against the leg of his jeans.  at least she had the decency to let go.

“have you met the idiots we go to school with?  i’m sure someone could manage to fuck up this badly,”  the familiar challenged from under his breath, blinking rapidly at their surroundings as his vision adjusted to the darkness.  when wheein pushed away from her position at the table, he half expected her to climb underneath it for cover.  that would be the smart thing to do.  the bookshelves around them were beginning to shake, books tumbling to the ground and the sound of glass shattering echoing in the distance.  the two of them should be looking for some kind of shelter at that moment, like you would if you found yourself caught in an earthquake, but maybe they had more in common than just their familial ties.  maybe it was a trait that they all carried: the willingness to put themselves in danger.

“you wanna go toward the thing that could possibly kill us?”  he had to admit, he definitely wasn’t expecting that one.  out of the three cousins -- wheein, jiho, and himself --, he had always assumed that the witch was the most well-behaved of the bunch.  she looked after the two familiars like she was their mom, always seemed to follow the rules and keep track of her schoolwork.  wheein was, in every since of the term, a goody-two-shoes.  but maybe, just maybe, he had pegged her wrong somewhere down the road.  and now here they were, standing side-by-side with some paranormal being attacking them, and she had never felt more like his family.  he was almost excited by the new prospect of spending time with her... almost.  “fuck yes, let’s go before it leaves.”

[cvtaeyong-blog]

within the universe.

[cvjihoon-blog]

cvtaeyong :

As per usual, Taeyong recovered a sketchbook and a case of art supplies from the overstuffed depths of his bag and then sat across from Jihoon, immediately transitioning to finding a blank page and opening the cartoon-printed case (it’d be a crime to resist the tiny Pikachus on it). “So,” He spoke again, returning his attention to the boy he began to dare think of as a friend, and pointed the tip of a pencil at him. “How are you and the plant-babies?”

he was not a fan of company.  if given the option to either hang around a loud group of people for four hours or spend the rest of his natural life without any more human contact, he would absolutely lean toward the latter.  socialization was a burden to him, an activity that he avoided at all costs.  but there was always that one person who managed to somehow slip through the cracks.  at first, he had just assumed that his grandmother was some kind of saint who could make anyone happy by being around them, but he later learned that he was attracted to a certain type of person.  her type of person. the ones who were eccentric and strange, but had so much love in their hearts that it was obnoxious. and that’s what he had found in taeyong.

the pair of air familiars had come up with a silent guideline for their relationship.  jihoon would only speak when he wanted to (which was surprising often when he was around the other), and taeyong would bring him coffee or snacks when he wanted to hang around him.  in exchange, the blond wouldn’t actively complain about having to spend his time with someone else, and taeyong would have a pretty motionless model for all of his sketches.  it worked out quite nicely for the both of them.

the announcement of his other’s arrival did nothing to him, attention still firmly attached to the plants in front of him.  he had currently been in the middle of watering his favorite table, all of the flora planted and cared for by jihoon personally.  instead of carelessly drowning them in water, he had worked out a system to calculate the exact measurement that they would need to flourish, putting more care into such a simple task than he did anything else.  he reached out blindly to pick up the container of coffee, bringing it to his lips with a slight bow of his head.  the flavor that made itself a home on his tongue was not the coffee that came from the cafe, signalling to him that taeyong had made it himself.  features scrunching together in disgust, he took another long swig of the drink before placing it back down on the table.  just because he didn’t like it, that didn’t mean he would waste it. coffee was coffee, after all, and would do the trick no matter what it tasted like.  “tastes like shit, thanks.”

his gaze finally lifted when he heard taeyong’s shuffling, finding a decent angle to sketch from. his eyes swept passed that familiar pokemon pencil case, a small scoff escaping him as he turned away from the atrocity.  his only friendly companion was a damn child.  “’m shit, as usual,” he wasn’t about to sugarcoat his feelings for the sake of someone else, “plants are plants, so they’re doing fine.” there was a long pause as he moved to take another sip of his drink, mentally debating whether or not he actually cared to return the pleasantries.  “what about you?”

[cvjihoon-blog]

do birds have feelings?

[cvjihoon-blog]

cvjiyong :

he blinks, before tilting his head, “i thought you wanted to die. but i guess exploding hearts aren’t really a good way to go. ah, let’s stop talking about this. this might actually rub off on me, you know. keep your death wish to yourself, jihoon, or i might end up dying before you. and unlike you, i don’t want to die.” 

“yes,” the younger replied without pausing a single beat, answering the rhetorical question simply. he was miserable, in every aspect of the word, and no amount of palm-reading or fortune telling would be able to tell him otherwise.  in fact, at this point, he wouldn’t even be surprised if the lines on his hands had morphed in the last few years, changing from the bright future he might have once expected and turning into a lifeline filled with dread.  “how can you avoid something that’s carved into the palm of your hand?”  he let the elder inspect his palm, not flinching away from the contact like he would with anyone else.  “i dunno if i’d say i like it, but it’s my reality.  i’m used to it.”

“shut up, i’m not fragile,” jihoon hated many things.  so many things, in fact, that the list was too long to recite off of the top of his head.  just thinking about trying to compile it all felt like a never-ending chore, and he didn’t even know where to start.  but toward the top of that list, if not the very first thing after life itself, sat ‘being treated like a baby’.  and ironically enough, he had managed to find the one person that treated him the most like an infant, and actually befriended him.  he wasn’t sure how that had worked itself out, but it did, and now he was stuck with jiyong by his side.  “a curse.  i’m the most unlucky person in the world because i’m too lucky.  it’s fucked up.”  reaching one of his ‘delicate’ hands upward, he gently dragged his fingers across his friend’s cheek. and then, unannounced, he dug his thumb and forefinger into the skin to give jiyong a tight pinch. “don’t call me a fucking mint, asshole.  keep it up, and you’re gonna be the one to meet death first.”

he let out a scoff of a laugh at the elder’s comment, strongly believing the exact opposite.  if anything, jiyong was too entertaining.  he spoke in riddles like the damn mad hatter, rambling on about the most useless things, and yet he still managed to make sense.  it was a talent, and for some reason, jihoon had yet to grow tired of it.  he was confident that hearing his friend speak would keep him awake, keep his thoughts ticking in an attempt to follow along with his strange ideas.  “bullshit.  just talk.”

“i never said i wouldn’t do it,” jihoon explained, rubbing at the bump that was sure to form on his skull. “in fact, it’s actually a pretty good idea, so i’m more than willing to give it a shot.  i was just warning you of what would happen.”  he rolled his eyes at the other’s comment, but didn’t argue it. knowing his luck, fate would allow jiyong to die before him just to spite his wishes, and he wasn’t sure if he could handle that.  if he already craved death this much, how horrible would he get when his best friend kicked the bucket?  it didn’t sound possible, but it would only get worse for him.

[cvjihoon-blog]

don’t nag me.

[cvjihoon-blog]

cvwheein :

She feels her heartbeat rising at the chilling sound that seemed to haunt the vast place that was the library, and she sticks her tongue out to dry her wet lips. Her eyes are beginning to adjust to the darkness, and she thinks that it was a good thing she wasn’t alone right now. “Jihoon, did you hear that?”

he truly doesn’t want to be mean to her.  wheein was a sweet person, and it almost seemed like a crime of some sort to brush her off so cruelly.  but she was also excruciatingly persistent and it practically drove him insane.  he couldn’t help the bite in his voice, the scowl that he directed toward the book on the desk to avoid upsetting her.  why couldn’t she just accept that he wasn’t interested in hanging out with her and leave him be?  it would make his life so much easier if he didn’t have to pretend to have patience with her.

“if you’re so interested, why don’t you take the class yourself?”  he huffed, pulling his eyes away from the yellowing pages of the book to frown up at her.  at this point, he was almost positive that she was just bullshitting him, bugging him for the sake of pissing him off.  nobody in the world was interested in the damn physics of magic, especially when they weren’t even enrolled in the course themselves. “seriously, it’s boring as fuck.  i’m basically saving you by not reading this shit aloud. so just appreciate my kindness and move along.”

he was ready to just flat out tell his cousin to fuck off, tolerance wearing about as thin as it can be, when the atmosphere suddenly shifted.  he could almost feel it before it actually happens, a chill filling the air around them before a loud popping sound interrupted their conversation.  almost immediately, every light in the library disappeared, leaving the pair in complete and total darkness. it felt like the beginning of one of his many nightmares, the world around him slipping away into an inky blackness that he couldn’t escape.  his hands reached to grip the edge of the table, as if to ground himself to some sense of reality as his fingers dug harshly into the old wood.

a loud howling caught his attention, but it was too distant for him to actually pinpoint the direction that it came from.  it dawned on him very suddenly, his heart rate speeding up in an exciting mixture of fear and adrenaline.  this must be one of those dangerous events that the supreme had been warning them about.  fucking finally!  how often had he hung around the hotspots, just waiting for unexpected activity, only to be completely disappointed?  now was his chance to put himself in the middle of a very hazardous and risky situation.  he knew he should go find the howling creature before it got the chance to slip away, the phrase ‘come and get me, you bastard’ on the tip of his tongue.

he was already pushing away from his seat, ready to seek out the cause of the almost paranormal activity, when he heard the soft, scared voice of his cousin.  for a brief moment, too wrapped up in his own excitement, he had completely forgotten that wheein was even there with him.  he could just hear his grandmother’s voice in the back of his mind, practically daring him to try and leave the poor girl alone when she was probably shitting herself in fear.  damn her, acting as some kind of conscience for him even after death.  didn’t she know just how important this very moment was for him?  this could be the answer to all of his prayers!  and yet...

“yeah, of course i heard it,” jihoon sighed, already resigning himself to the will of his late grandmother.  rather than moving toward the sound, he forced himself to round the table between him and his relative, standing by her side in an attempt to comfort her.  “don’t worry, someone probably just fucked up a spell or something.”

[cvjihoon-blog]

❖

sns meme (status: accepting!!)

❖ | last picture your muse took either for instagram or in general 

click!

[cvjihoon-blog]

✉

sns meme (status: accepting!!)

✉ | send at least one text to the sender of the ask 

[ → chaerin (noona?) ]: did you get back safely?

[ → chaerin (noona?) ]: i don’t really care, but as the last person who was seen with you at the party…

[ → chaerin (noona?) ]: i will be very pissed if you disappear and i become the prime suspect in the investigation

[cvjihoon-blog]

♫ ✉️

sns meme (status: accepting!!)

♫ | last 3 played songs on your muse’s phone 

DΞΔN x Anderson .Paak - Put My Hands On You

AGUST D - The Last

YEZI - Cider

✉ | send at least one text to the sender of the ask

[ → sojung ]: stp treatin me lke ur my fuking mom i can handl emyself

[ → sojung ]: fCUK……… where am i

[ → sojung ]: com find me

[cvjihoon-blog]

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sns meme (status: accepting!!) 

↻ | last 5 tweets

jihoon. @ljhxidc

jiyong just slammed his finger in the door

jihoon. @ljhxidc

psychic my ass

jihoon. @ljhxidc

bitch didn’t see that one coming

jihoon. @ljhxidc

to those concerned, don’t be concerned. he doesn’t deserve your worries

jihoon. @ljhxidc

fucking idiot lmao

[cvjihoon-blog]

★ / last three texts sent and who they were sent to

sns meme (status: accepting!!)

★ | last three texts sent and who they were sent to

[ → angel of death (hyuna) ]: dropped off the explosive. didn’t blow up early. shame.

[ → fucker (jiyong) ]: i can’t believe you sent me a fucking barbie sweater and you didn’t even cut holes in it for my wings like an insensitive fuck.

[ → thing 1 (wheein) ]: stop leaving snacks outside of my dorm. it’s going to attract mice, and i’m throwing it away anyway.

[cvjihoon-blog]

ϟ & ♢

sns meme (status: accepting!!)

ϟ | most used app(s)

youtube, texts, dumb ways to die.

♢ | what are your muses 3 most used emojis

🔪, ☠, 💣

[cvjihoon-blog]

✿ / how is the person who sent this ask saved in your muses’ phone

sns meme (status: accepting!!)

✿ | how is the person who sent this ask saved in your muses’ phone

angel of death (hyuna)

[covenkrp-blog1]

[cvjihoon-blog]

covenkrp :

social media headcanon meme! unless otherwise specified, direct all answers and responses ic to those who sent the ask. please reblog to participate.

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[cvjihoon-blog]

don’t nag me.

[cvjihoon-blog]

cvwheein :

She’s not convinced that he’s fine, and the knowing smile she sported would let him know that as well, but she didn’t inquire any further. A tilt to her head, her eyes falls upon the book in front of him before it flickers back up to look at him when he declines the invitation that had yet to be presented to him, but it wasn’t too difficult to guess what her purpose would be when she asked him if he had eaten or not. An amusing smile settles on her lips and she nods her head in the direction of the book. “What are you reading?”

jihoon had seen how his elder cousin behaved around her sister, and unfortunately, he had noticed more than a few similarities in how she acted toward the two of them.  he could understand why she might be protective of her younger sister; if he had siblings of his own, he might have even felt the same way.  she was delicate and sweet, so of course wheein would want to dote on her like she was some kind of a puppy (or fox, whatever).  but that didn’t explain why she felt the need to do the very same to him.

they may be related by blood, but that was as far as their connection went.  she might as well be a family friend of some sort, stopping by only during the holidays to receive presents from his grandmother... his grandmother, he mentally stressed, because that’s what she was.  nobody else deserved to claim relation to such a wonderful woman, and quite honestly, neither did he, but he knew that she would insist otherwise.  their relationship was close enough for him to feel that he had earned that right, whether his personality was good enough for her or not.  and maybe that wasn’t wheein’s fault, per-say -- the blame for those actions should probably fall on her parents if anything, but that didn’t stop him from resenting her anyway.

his family wasn’t small, at least, not by societal standards.  each of his parents had their own siblings, and from there, they each had children.  his grandparents hadn’t been only children either, branching out into an extended family that jihoon did not bother to learn about.  perhaps it wasn’t the type of family that earned a show on american reality television for having twenty kids, but it was big enough for him to hate the idea of a family.  not just because he hated everything, but because they never really cared about the strong matriarch of their family.  perhaps they showed enough interest to keep the elderly woman happy when she was alive, but he knew better.  he had been with her through it all, and he had taken note that his own parents didn’t visit, that his aunts and uncles only showed up when it was convenient for them.  he knew that he shouldn’t fault his cousins for that, but part of him did regardless, and he just couldn’t shake the feeling.

“i just told you i’m studying, didn’t i?” his tone was a bit more rough this time around, aggravation making itself clear.  the last thing he needed was some kind of a keeper, looking after him to make sure he was getting enough sleep and eating all of his meals.  he wasn’t, of course, but that didn’t mean someone had to do it.  without even looking up, he could almost sense a waver in his cousin’s smile, and the small conscience that he had left caused him to speak up once more, “it’s for physics of magic, okay?  boring shit that i don’t want to be reading, but i don’t have much of a choice.  so if you could just let me get back to it, that’d be great.”

[feydabin]

an old memory »

[cvjihoon-blog]

chaerincv :

“Tell me sweetheart…what’s your family name? I feel like we might just know each other in a past life or two.” She yelled once more, taking a chug of her cup as if it went down as smooth as water. “Or maybe even this one. Oh imagine that!” She exclaimed, finally stepping away from him. Yet her mind began to wander once more. “God I hope not. This one has been a little depressing so far.”

another night, another party, another attempt at getting trashed to the point of no return.  despite not living in the home, jihoon was a quite frequent visitor of the carriage house, attending all of the parties that the residents threw while doing his very best not to be noticed.  in many ways, he was like a self-destructive fly on the wall, silently watching others pass him by while simultaneously praying that someone would accidentally squash him like a bug.  that’s what the alcohol and drugs and potions did for him: they were like a metaphorical fly swatter, hitting him repeatedly until he felt so numb from the pain that it no longer seemed to exist.  and in turn, the rest of the world went numb as well.

despite being in attendance of almost every party in a 50 kilometer radius, the familiar didn’t actually want to socialize with anyone.  he couldn’t stand being around sober people, let alone those who were drunk out of their minds.  and while his own intoxicated state could make it easier to deal with, he wasn’t about to start wandering around to strike up conversation with strangers.  he tried his best to stand on the outskirts of the scene, hoping that his glare would scare off anyone who drunkenly thought to interact with him.  unfortunately, his features tended to be too cute to actually do any scaring, mean expression or not.  he was cursed with an innocent face, and he desperately wished he could hide it when he noticed someone staggering toward him.

his first impression of the woman was that she was completely and utterly obnoxious, shouting directly in his ear and ignoring any social etiquette to throw an arm around him.  she stunk of strong potions, the smell burning at his nose as he mentally recognized a few possible ingredients.  if it was what he thought it was, she was definitely fucked up.  he was relieved to be released only a few seconds later, narrowly escaping having to actually push her off of him.  she probably thought he was someone else, he assumed, hardly paying any attention to her drunken rambling.  that is, until he caught a glimpse of her features, a heavy prang occurring in his chest as his stomach churned. something about her face reminded him a little too much of his mother, and he was forced to chase the thought away by downing the rest of the drink in his grasp.

“you must be mistaken,” his voice came out in a mumble, the sudden realization of his own intoxication dawning on him.  he wrinkled his nose in irritation at her yelling, wishing more than anything that he could shove a sock in her mouth.  jihoon’s dark eyes scanned the area around them, realizing that there was nobody around to save him from this disaster of a person.  maybe if he answered her question, she would be satisfied and leave him alone.  “lee.  lee jihoon.  so don’t call me ‘sweetheart’.”