JAEHYUN !
healthy communication was not something jaehyun excelled in, the connection between brain & mouth SEVERED. fists had always been how to solve problems, not words, & it was those set of beliefs that got him into trouble. though, this didn’t seem like the right situation for that — PISSED rather than angry. ❛ then, quit breathing down my neck, every opportunity you get. ❜ he wasn’t even sure how it got to this point, TREASURING & not wanting to ruin a dear friendship — something he’d never admit. eyebrows narrowed at hongki’s sudden admittance, eyes now on him rather than the discarded bottles. ❛ so, if you don’t want to be here, why are you ? ❜ there was a slight, hint of concern in a deep voice but more predominantly, curiousity. ❛ then, i guess i’m coming with you. — come on, let’s go. ❜
NOT USED TO CONFRONTATION, hongki learned to shut his mouth and simply let it be. he was growing more INTOXICATED by the minute as he continuously sipped at his beer, until all the liquid courage had disappeared. the feeling of nausea bubbled high in his stomach, both from the unfortunate argument and his CONSTANT drinking. he spoke lowly and with few words, hoping it would suppress the feeling. ❛ friends convinced me. ❜ he tossed the glass bottle onto the grass beneath him. as he began to sit up, he SILENTLY wished he knew where his shirt was. ❛ i mean, you know me — i never know how to say no. ❜ hongki let out a SOUR chuckle, for he knew if he had just did what he wanted and not what his friends did, he’d be more content with himself. ❛ no, no. remember ? you’re the belle of this fucking ball, right ? i don’t want to ruin your FUN. ❜ his tone was light — an attempt to ease the tension in the air. ❛ i’m probably just gonna head home and DRINK ‘till i pass out, that’s what i need right now, i think. ❜