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    It’d be like any other Friday night if she was getting dressed to go out with her friends or even alone—but this one wouldn’t be like those. Most of the times Hyuna spend playing games would be during weekends or every day in the afternoon, during the breaks she had to go home and what not. But today she is not feeling like going out and, in fact, is in the mood to be home, with a lot of food and her whole concentration on the game.

    She’s been playing Dragon Age Inquisition for a week now and she was—indeed—addicted to say the less. Though she played alone for a while those days, she finally found herself into the online multiplayer. She takes a sip of her soda and waits, watching the loading screen, already into a party of four random players. “Well, let’s see if I’m better this time,” she mutters to the screen, knowing that although her level was a good one, she was still getting used with the game.

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there were those rare occasions he found a break between work and homework that he could just simply relax in his bed without a care in the world it seemed. pres laid by his side, curled into a pillow he claimed as his own, and a blunt slowly burning between his lips with a controller in his hand, he found complete and utter peace within his relatively small one bedroom apartment. he wasn't an avid gamer like most guys he knew were but he wasn't shabby and when it came to the dragon age inquisition online servers he liked to think he was somewhat of a force to be reckoned with.

he watched as players generated to the party, busying himself with ridding the tip of his blunt from the ashes and fixing his perks to his liking for the stage before he was cut short for the loading screen. he was always a tank. it was the only way he knew how to operate. he prioritized sheer strength to push through the online stages with tactics carefully taken into consideration. he saw a username that was at least remotely close to his level and he was thankful for that. maybe they'd be able to finish these few waves without even any effort. focusing on the screen as they were given the go ahead, he pushed through and headed through the gates. he moved mostly on his own but he watched to make sure the rest of the group wasn't too far behind or ahead. he liked to head for the loot first.

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the friends he'd come out with tonight seemed to have come into a candy shop with the way their eyes were drawn to every pair of passing breasts and every girl who invited herself to the pole for all to see. not that he was some kind of superhuman or super mysterious guy himself but hyukwoo was far less drawn in due to the openness of the floor. he'd never had a private dance before but he had a feeling that he'd appreciate the intimacy much more than being seated next to a strange man to look at naked women together. that was not the common interest he had in mind for a first meeting. he blinked as she found amusement in it being his first time but he made no comment, simply smiling and giving a short nod. "yeah. i don't usually come to places like this."

princess drew closer still and he had the urge to lean back away from her though he simply stilled, ironically the sudden closeness throwing him off as her voice passed into his ear. his friends however seemed enticed by this and expressed even mild jealousy, words he heard as he was led away. through hallways they went, his eyes fully taking in the establishment as his guide led him past other doors where he could hear faint music playing alluding to the similar activity they were about to engage in already in motion. their destination reached, he stepped into the room at her encouragement and took a sip from his drink as he took it in.

it was just like a movie setting to him. he smiled. the disco ball and everything. it was cozy and he liked it. he pointed to the chair with a finger attached to his glass, obviously said in jest, "do i sit here?", feet carrying him to the chair with a slightly tipsy chuckle to himself. doing as she said, he made himself comfortable. he leaned back in the chair even before he settled into it, sipping from his glass occasionally as it neared it's ending and his eyes fell upon her once more. the room did provide for it's intimacy and instantly he much preferred it. he wasn't one for blatant sexually explicit things. privacy was more his style. though the skimpy clothing she wore and stilettos, while it looked nice on her, were not his personal preference he still could appreciate her and her body and he supposed that was all it was meant to do. he'd always been a leg man anyways.

[kikwangrk]

the wrong ones — hyukwoo, eunji.

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he prayed she didn't see it as some act of pity because that's not what it was. being pitied was a pet peeve of his and he never subjected anyone else to that kind of treatment no matter how well intended. he was just empathetic of her entire night. he'd been watching closely, almost too closely for a waiter, and he could just see everything wrong with the way it all went. at the very least she got a shitty guy out of her life but it still sucked. by the way her hands embraced the bottle, he held no judgement towards her and even silently smiled. drinking did help knock the edge off and he encouraged her tonight.

he shook his head, insisting lightly with another wave of his hand. "no, it's really okay." he didn't want to harp on the terrible date but he couldn't help it. "those kind of people need to be forgotten for a little while. he didn't even pay for you." he sounded almost offended by it, brows even furrowing in animated distaste before he shook his head. "we'll be fine. you just focus on feeling better." he was surprised by her extended hand but he accepted it, returning her smile with one of his own. "hyukwoo. i'm more sorry you had to go through that."

he had been standing there talking to her, nearly on his way out of the door and to his car, but with her sitting here alone as his boss cleaned up what was left and counted the drawers for tonight, he suddenly felt awkward leaving her there. sure drinking could knock the edge off but it only led to sadness if one drank alone. releasing her hand, he looked towards the chair across from her that had previously been occupied. offering with a kind smile, he placed a hand upon the backrest. "want a drinking buddy?"

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mutual benefits :muni&loco:

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he couldn't even contain his smile at her obvious distaste at his comment. he'd only meant it as a joke and her reaction amused him, the expression hidden behind his cup as he took another sip as she did as well. he agreed though. there were some attendees that simply took things too far and as a pretty young girl working alone in a place that clearly attracted more guys, he was surprised truthfully this didn't happen more often. she complained about the following she had gathered but this was much more serious than hormonal teenagers. it was like something you saw in the movies. though he wore an amused smile, he empathized with her. that was cause for concern. "your boss doesn't make you walk home alone at night do they?" the guy could've stuck around then but any of the creepers that come across her could and that can turn dangerous real fast.

usually when he spoke about his aspirations he got mixed responses. the entertainment industry and everything around it was something that was severely sought after in the capital city and as such many people were passed off as hopefuls but fortunately his was much more feasible. cameramen and pds would always be needed. seeing her reaction to his response excited him, cheeks rising and eyes forming half moons in a beam of his own. though he soon wore an expression of surprise himself, eyes widening and brows raising as he even joined in the pointing towards herself with a stunned finger of his own, his thick jeollado accent slipping through the cracks in the sudden state. "you're an actress?" two thoughts occurred to him at that news. one: his thoughts of what projects he was currently story boarding and writing for and if she'd fit the role. and two: was he really surprised she was an actress? she had the personality for it and the looks.

and just like that he fell into what his marketing classes always taught him best: how to sell himself and make a great deal. any connections with a potential talent could lead to a bigger pool of actors and actresses for his next film or project or even if these people made it big, at the very least, a recommendation. "sure!" said as enthusiastically as he felt, his smile much more wider and even more sincere as he found passion in his work and to be able to share it as well as find someone who was also interested in it was always a warming feeling. he set his coffee upon the counter and settled his book bag gently upon the floor to retrieve his macbook. nearly behind the counter as he stood at the edge to have the screen tilted towards her, he keyed in his password and pulled up his youtube channel, the open screens of final cut and his other video editing programs from his work earlier minimized and his background of hellsing now hidden as safari filled the screen. he chewed his lip, scrolling through his uploads as he considered which one to pick. he had a whopping 200,000 subscribers after 4 years of uploading to youtube and the video he decided on had nearly twice that number in views.

"i'll just show you the most recent video i did for a contest in the film department at school. the theatre department helped with casting but story boarding, script writing and filming had to be done by the filmmaker." he offered a light explanation, shooting her a light smile before tilting the screen fully her way to allow her to see what had gotten him another plus on his resume as winner of aforementioned competition.

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“Please don’t leave me.” “I don’t want to lose you, okay?” “Because I love you!” “And I thought I could trust you.” “I can’t believe you forgot.” “What did you do this time?” “We’re going to get caught!” “Kiss me.” “I’m sorry, I screwed up.” “I might be drunk.”

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[ hw&cl ] . pre-show pre-game

this was most certainly not a battle with confidence or him doubting his own abilities. no. this was a daily ritual meant to enhance himself as a performer. he had the skill part down but skill wouldn't keep a crowd hype for long no matter how famous someone was and it wasn't like he was famous. his name was known. loco. the slightly chubby but in a cute teddy bear kind of way rapper from busan. people knew his name and some recognized him around hongdae but even still he wasn't doing it for the fame. simply for the art. but that didn't mean he had to be boring doing it.

he tossed back his third shot, facing the bartender he'd seen often when he performed at this venue with a smile that steadily grew just a little bit tipsy. four shots and he was still good to perform without worrying about forgetting lyrics. he could still be hype, a trait his sober personality lacked, and deliver a performance he'd be far more than satisfied with. he lightly tapped the shot glass back towards her, his hands smacking against the counter as he rose to his feet. "take one with me for good luck!" he requested, his grin a mile wide as he leaned over the counter to be properly heard. he didn't have a long set. 4 songs. but each one had to be perfect. "a drink for each song for a perfect set." his eyes drifted to the stage, slightly inwardly disregarding the performer already up before the crowd that was soon to be his. "have they been like this all night?" referring to the crowd, gaze turning back towards the bartender with curious wide eyes. he wasn't expecting to have the crowd bumping from wall to wall but the amount of people standing around on their phones was astounding and for the following act, burdensome. the following act that just so happened to be him.

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can you stop being this cute

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[ hw&wd ] . final countdown

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he saw wendy as like a savior of sorts when it came to his math classes. lord knows he was hopeless when it came to the subject and it most certainly showed even in his most determined of efforts. as a business minor that was something he shouldn't be eager to admit to but facts were facts. he was proud but he wasn't proud enough to deny help if it was needed and he needed it. if not for her this year would've been much harder than it needed to be. it was why with each little study session, he brought in a treat for her. it was the least he could do for her time.

he sipped from his starbucks order, his usual, and began to flip through the textbook for the class in question to the pages assigned. it all looked vaguely familiar but it was time now to recommit it all to the forefront of his memory. noting down the chapter and section beneath the date he'd written, he smiled at her sentiment. she was much more more than he was. a lot of people were. he had no problem with this. in many ways he was reserved to himself but he wasn't standoffish (or at least tried not to be) and he certainly wasn't shy. just quiet by choice. "right." he commended wholeheartedly with a kind smile her way, eyes flickering back towards his textbook to copy down the first problem. his pen hovered momentarily as he began to consider what he had to do and how to do it.

"i'm pretty sure i remember these ones..." he said with only the slightest bit of uncertainty but he did not call for her yet. he didn't like being babied or walked through things. being corrected if wrong was different. jotting down the formula that came to mind in the margin, he was positive that it was correct. it was just plugging everything in and working it out the right way. this one was one he had worked with wendy on before, thick brows furrowing to one another as he contemplated over another sip from his drink. going on a slight whim, he began to substitute variables into the formula from the original problem. he knew at least two out of four were right. he paused and regarded his paper. rewriting the original problem beside it, he began to resubstitute beneath the new addition with different variables as if starting all over.

studying often went like this with him until he truly became stumped. more confident in the second rewriting, he went along figuring his way through the problem, softly murmuring steps to himself as he had learned them and brows in a constant state of concentration. it was a state he maintained throughout their entire study sessions. he was never one to joke around when it came to grades. he came for one thing and one thing only. boxing out his answer he'd concluded, he looked to wendy as if to gauge her reaction before asking with a slight nod of his head, the tip of his pen tapping the small drawn box. "right?"

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Deal with a late devil,

Have you ever had one of those day’s where you just want to lapse? No rhyme or reason, you just want to not think about a single thing. Jihoon sat clicking through his contacts for the simply written “トランス”. Once he found the males pseudonym he slid the text over and watched the green phone symbol wiggle over the screen. His dealer was the most relaxed criminal he had ever met. The man could make a deal in front of the cops and still not get caught. He told the younger to come on over. A new splice of maijuanna, entirely created by the man only known as Trance, was waiting for Jihoon. The dude lived in one of the few homes in Hongdae. A little place, just the right size for Jihoon’s personal preference.

He sat on the stairs for twenty minutes before leaning back against the porch, long limbs stretched out over the warm wood. A man with dark hair approached. Jihoon’s eye’s watched the male move up the stairs and to the door. “He’s not here, man.” The brunette looked up through his sunglasses at the fashionable soul before him. Pulling his phone out he flicked through his messages, holding the phone up to reveal the message saying Trance would be at least an hour out, “My ass is hurting.” He mumbled to himself before eyeing the movements of the male. Jumping up he introduced himself, “I’m Jihoon by the way. I didn’t catch your name?” He carded fingers through his messy hair a few times before letting them fall to his sides.

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marijuana was quite possibly a bigger part of hyukwoos life than he was willing to admit but he loved it all the same. from the first thing he reached to when he woke up in the morning to the very substance that helped guide him into the deepest of slumbers, he found solace in the vibrant greens and would swear his life by it as a cure all for any ailment. as such, he had to keep himself well stocked and that meant solid ties with legit dealers. he didn't like the flashy guys that flaunted themselves in front of the cops or tried to solicit him when he visited his usuals. he dealt with his business in the utmost secrecy. he was very well of the legal repercussions for just simply having a blunt in his pocket and he was not fond of 5 years, let alone the longer sentence if he was to be subject to a random drug test.

he kept his hands in his pockets now as he made the short walk to the nearest dealers place. he had plenty of options but with how late it was and homework to still be done, this was more a quick pick me up than a usual buy. he was wary though. there was a guy sitting outside trance's house. perhaps a customer or a friend. whoever he was, he wasn't important honestly and with that he made his way past him to the door. his hand was barely raised to knock upon the door when he was cut short, obviously being addressed with news he did not want to hear. he looked at the messages and nearly sighed, annoyance spreading across his face. he had an assignment due in 3 hours. where the fuck did he go? "great." he muttered, rolling his eyes before starting off once more. might as well grab something to eat. he wasn't in the mood for traveling anywhere else.

but of course he was stopped once more. he blinked in obvious surprise, eyes wide and brows raised. an introduction? what the fuck? he looked off to the side, now slightly uncomfortable and unsure how to respond, he nodded his head and gave a short bow of his neck towards the other. he heard the questioning tone for him to offer his name but he wasn't eager to go passing around his name on the front of a drug dealers doorstep to a stranger. continuing as if he hadn't been spoken to, though clearly very confused and slightly weirded out, he shuffled back down the stairs and started back down the street opposite the way he had come. he'd try again in an hour and hopefully that jihoon guy would be gone.

[my-final-heaven]

G.N.O.

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Flashing lights, and blaring music; the sensation of metal in the palm of her hand; the way flesh shifts around the pole, as she does her routine. Hips sway as pieces of her already scantily clad outfit are stripped away from her body, and discarded ever-which-way they happen to land. Free, as the last bit of clothing is stripped off, and carelessly discarded. So many eyes in the room are just on her, and it has never felt better to be seen in such a liberating way. Chest juts out, as her abdomen rolls, and following it is the rolling of her hips, to the sound of the bass-y music that plays in the background. It is easy to dance to such a lively beat; the flow of music moves her body in the most natural of ways.

It isn’t long, however, before the stage lights soon grow dim, and the music stops playing. The sounds of money being thrown onto the stage, as well as whistles, cheers, and clapping dominates the room. Strangely satisfied with this result, Kori, or better known by her stage name, “Princess”, exits stage right, and vanishes behind the curtain. Backstage, there are numerous girls putting on make up, and getting themselves prepared for their own routine. Each woman with a story of their own, each one with a reason to have chosen this life style. Money aside, it isn’t so bad of a job. Although, it is reasonable enough why so very few women would actually want to do this.

Approaching her assigned mirror, which has a bag next to it, with (what is basically nothing but lingerie) the next scantily clad outfit for the evening inside of it, she quickly re-dresses herself. A deep turquoise, and black hued boostia bra, as well the panties, and finally, a pair of black ‘hotpants’ that match it, she wraps a black feather boa around her shoulders. With delicate, lithe fingers, she attaches it onto the extra prongs, thus making it easier to move about with the boa around her. Hands free service is mandatory; it comes with the gig, and everybody knew that a girl with too much on her, in a strip club, wont be making too much money, that night.

Almost as soon as she passes the threshold to continue her shift around the club, she is soon stopped. “Hey, Princess, them boys over there want you to give their friend a special dance.” A coworker who goes by ‘mermaid’ tells her, before trotting off, not even giving Kori a chance to accept or deny the offer. There’s a short lived sigh, which is impossible to hear, given the voices and music that fill the room. One hand lifts to run through her hair; fixing it somewhat, as she approaches the group of ‘boys’ in question. An arched eyebrow, followed by the ghost of a grin find their way on her facial features, and stay there until she approaches the group.

“So, which one of you lucky, lucky men shall I be taking care of, tonight?”

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this was not the type of place he'd ever come on his own but he was most definitely not opposed when the suggestion was made amongst his classmates to visit. he was kind of all for it actually. he'd never been to a strip club and given the opportunity, he couldn't deny his interest in seeing what all the fuss was all about. at least the one they chose seemed kind of classy as far as strip clubs go. the drinks were good, his second of the night sipped through a neon colored straw as he stood among his classmates with their eyes glued to the stage. the girl who was up there, princess they called her, was pretty popular from what he could tell. he swore he saw a guy throw a twenty. she was kind of cute too, not really his type, but cute. all of the girls here were really cute.

his classmates were almost embarrassing though. the way they gawked at the girls passing made him walk a few steps behind them, focusing on his drink for the time being. standing around watching girls and drinking wasn't cutting it. bringing up the idea of private dances, the group of guys immediately began to call out names of girls they'd taken a liken to. not really feeling choosy, he called out the name of the only one he remembered. princess. putting in their requests, a few already whisked away, his lady of choice soon made herself visible donned in clothes once again. it was almost awkward in a strip club for a stripper to wear clothes but it wasn't like she'd be wearing them long.

he ducked away from the bar with his third drink, a willing smile on his lips as he greeted her. "that'd be me." he raised his glass to his lips for a sip. he wasn't sure just how to look at her but she was used to being looked at yet even still he didn't want to gawk at her like he was a child going through puberty. unlike some of his friends, he'd actually seen a girl naked in person before tonight. "i'm hyukwoo." he offered just to keep the conversation flowing. "nice choice of clothes." the drinks were getting to him fortunately for her. he was feeling rather chatty and open. "so where do we go?"

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[ hw&sy ] . good company

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[. he could see the feeling all college students knew but art students lived with on a daily basis written all over her face. she was struggling not to go insane for the sake of finishing her assignment and yet it wasn't flowing as she wanted it to. he'd seen her draw quite enough growing up to at least pinpoint this much about her. his shoes made it safely to the other side of her mess, fingers still looped into his book bags straps. he cocked his head as if angling to get a better look at the drawing. .] what is it? [. as he asked, he shifted his bookbag to an empty table and began to step out of his shoes. he knew the deal. plus he came to pass time anyways. her offer was silently accepted. his socks tucked into his shoes and sleeves rolled up past his elbows, he secured his hat tightly and dropped to his knees beside her. he held his hands out as if he were a surgeon in a drama, his face falling serious. .] scalpel. [. obviously not a real scalpel but a colored pastel would do. .]

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[ hw&mr ] . greatest hits

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even in his inebriated state he was fully aware he had stumbled into somewhere he shouldn't be, his eyes wide as he looked around the room in sheer surprise. he was just searching for the bathroom and all of a sudden he was thrown into an entirely new room. he gazed to the bottle he still held in his hand as if it was to blame, her questions and observations falling on deaf ears. nearly on the verge of apologizing for inviting himself in, the next song started up and it was most certainly one he had heard before. he'd watched this drama. "ohhhhh i love this song!" an exclamation leaving him as he came further into the room, the door shoved closed behind him as if to solidify his decision to remain.

he stood behind her, swaying as she sang and mouthing the words like a true fanboy. he drank from his bottle, head shaking at the powerfully emotional lyrics and her fantastic delivery. he couldn't bring himself to stand too long and so he plopped himself down on the couch, taking his phone out in place of a lighter to wave in support. he didn't even know when the song ended but when he became aware of the lack of music, his body still bobbing, he looked up to her and shot his thumb straight up to commend her with a hearty shout. "you are so fucking good!"

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[ hw&yg ] . red solo cup

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no one would ever be able to tell him that anybody else was having nearly as much fun as the two of them were in that hallway. as he was sat sprawled on the ground looking over to the familiar face, he wondered through that drunken haze just why he had never gotten speak to him before because this guy was fucking cool. he was even speaking english! he even told him this as they wandered down the hall, his shoulder hitting the wall even though he was positive they had trekked a straight line. the homeowners should look into that. "you are so nice, fuck." he spoke with every ounce of sentiment in the deepest depths of his drunken heart, the sentence almost undecipherable in the native jeollado accent. his finger was nearly jabbing yongguk's chest in his attempt to make a point, the only thing keeping him stable being his arm around the other shoulders.

"some hyungs aren't nearly as nice as you." he sighed heavily, his head shaking in extreme disappointment. then suspicion hit him, the feeling transferring to his eyes as he turned a gaze anew upon his new friend. "you are a hyung right?" then he doubted himself, grinning at his own foolishness. "yeah, you are. listen to your voice." his face frowned up in his imitation. "my names yongguk." he lowered his voice as deep as it could go before he fell into a fit of laughter, his face reddening as he nearly slipped to the ground once more, his knees turned to jelly momentarily. "you do it on purpose don't you? that doesn't make sense." he straightened back up as much as he could, a series of questions leaving as they occurred to him. "do other people where you're from sound like that? where are you from? why is your english so good?"

as they traveled down the hallway towards the nearest bathroom, he slowly began to lose his words. he hadn't been lying in his immediate need. this was not a rare occurrence. in fact, it was pretty frequent. fortunately he'd been to this house before so he vaguely remembered where he'd spent a good chunk of the party and as they spilled into the bathroom, he crashed first into the wall before he took his hat off to pass to yongguk. "hold up a minute but you keep talking, okay?" tumbling to his knees, he was fortunate to make it to the toilet before the first heave.

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mutual benefits :muni&loco:

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he pretended to feign offense at her words, a light scoff leaving him as he sent a playful glare her way. he never minded treating those he saw often to small treats and things like that. just to show they were appreciated and it was no huge effort on his part either so he never truly minded shelling out a few bucks for them both to enjoy even if it wasn't solicited of him. it took him a few tries to figure out her order but he never made a mistake following the first few disasters. "and i thought i was the highlight of your night."

he fully well deserved the glare but he played it off, diverting his gaze from the reprimanding look though his smile made it known he was aware it was intended for him. the amount of guys that came in here just to hit on her or fawn over her was pretty astounding and it did nothing for the reputation of gamers but while he did empathize with her he did often find it amusing. especially when she reacted so strongly about it. he regarded her tale with a look of both disgust and even slight intrigue, a final laugh leaving him as he nearly had to bite his tongue in order not to ask her if she had in fact showed him which ones even if his eyes asked the question for him. "old people need love too." he mused, head nodding with a small snicker he his into his second drink from his cup.

he adjusted his book bag on his shoulder comfortably and rested his arms upon the counter, content with sticking around for a bit longer before heading to his usual station. her question made him realize that they hadn't ever talked about that before and as the notion struck him, he answered with mild surprise in his voice. "yeah, i don't think you have. i'm a film major." he turned only slightly to draw attention to his book bag. "everything in there keeps me busy around the clock. between youtube and class work i just bring my camera and equipment with me to be ready." he never complained though. he loved it. "i want to be a director. like for movies and tv shows. that or a pd for music shows." saying such a thing in seoul didn't sound too far fetched but back in busan it was a corporate job or a port job and back in jeolla there were far less options. he grinned. "you'll see my name in lights one day. don't worry."

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the wrong ones — hyukwoo, eunji.

she made sure everything was perfect for the date, her hair, makeup and her outfit. however when the date started and only a few minutes have passed, she realized that no matter how much she tried, it was all for nothing. her date could not be perfect, since the guy she was with was an asshole.

he wasn’t even trying to hide the fact he was looking at other females while sitting with her at the table. he even offended her many times and she was getting uncomfortable, wishing for a miracle to happen so she could leave the table as soon as possible. but no, the date dragged on and on.

and he was boring and she found herself wondering away in her thoughts, but every time she did that, he notice and pulled her back to reality. she finally let out a sigh and supported her head with her hand, nodding to what he was saying. she was dying and thinking of any excuse that would run through her head. but it was blank.

eventually, not soon enough though, he looked at his watch and panicked, saying he was late for a meeting. he said he’ll call and then he ran away. she followed his movements with her eyes and when he was finally out of sight, she laid back as if her whole was sucked out. she has never had such a horrible date before and the fact that she was actually interested in him before was now making no sense to her.

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he was no dating guru but he knew a flop when he saw one. working in the popular bbq joint, he saw all kinds of parties arriving for a night out of, what he considered, the best bbq this side of hongdae and that often included dates. he was busy with a few tables in his section but the one that kept drawing his attention was the one that was obviously a first, and most likely last, date. even in passing, dropping off their orders and making sure their grill was working properly and refilling drinks, hyukwoo noticed that this guy was a downright asshole. it was a shame. she seemed like a nice girl too.

he couldn't even say anything to correct the guys behavior or call him out as it was out of his place as just their waiter but he sympathized for the poor girl. she had even gotten all dolled up. he was experienced enough to know that was a sign that she was at least into him. well she wouldn't be after tonight. that was for sure. his shift was nearly over but he didn't mind overtime to see her through this. cleaning slowly from the rest of his tables, he was nearly run down as the guy who'd been such a problem all night bolted for the door and made off like a bat straight out of hell. hyukwoo's first instinct was to look over at her. she looked exhausted in more ways than just physically. he frowned and with a short request to his boss on his way back to the kitchen, he reentered the floor with a small consolation for her as he brought his shift to a complete end.

he approached the table and gently set the green glass bottle down with a shot glass before her. "here." he spoke up, sympathy written in his features as he wore an apologetic smile for her having to endure the terrible date. "soju soothes the soul, my boss always says. you had a pretty rough night." he waved his hand dismissively. "and don't worry about everything. it's on the house." he motioned to the bottle. "this too."

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[ hw&hr ] . binge eating

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he wasn't much of a talker but he liked being around people who were. he'd much rather listen to someone else talking about anything and everything than himself unless he was in those rare moods where he just had to get things off of his chest and express himself. listening to her go on about the occurrences at the club, he looked sideways at her probably with the same expression she had looked at the creeper with and fell into a fit of short laughter. "you would think people going into the club would have better game than that."

the elevator came to a stop and he made his way out with her, his hands slipping into his hoodie pocket as they walked the familiar hallway. he couldn't help a small yawn though. sleep remained with him for quite some time before he finally woke up. "of course i do." he responded, an almost bitter laugh leaving him though truthfully he didn't really mind. "it's finals soon. i have like 4 deadlines to meet and i haven't even begun editing two of them yet." opening the door to the convenience store, he pouted but only slightly. "but i don't even want to think about those."