It was odd– Hongbin had never felt sadness before. When he got the news, he was unfazed. Dressing himself appropriate attire to go to a cemetery, Hongbin still wasn’t feeling the stinging in his heart, the weight on his shoulders of losing someone he knew. She wasn’t extremely significant, but she was something, someone who had at least bothered with him on occasion.
That’s why he even bothered going to the cemetery in the first place.
He heard people discussing the details regarding her death, but he turned a deaf ear to each voice that carried the news. It didn’t interest him, why should it? Hongbin decided to hang back, silently watching everyone from his rest against a large oak tree. Each person took their time at her casket. Some of the elderly folk were crying, many of the women were wiping their makeup caked faces with handkerchiefs and tissues while their husbands tried to keep them calm. He felt alienated– why was he there? He wasn’t family, he wasn’t even a friend of hers. At least that’s what he thought. There was something between them, but it wasn’t a friendship, he couldn’t call her a friend; it would be an insult to her.
Seeing the flow of people dwindle down to a few scattered on the empty cemetery plain, Hongbin decided he might as well get it over with. Hands sliding into his pockets, he pushed himself off the tree and walked his way over to the casket with slow steps. She was due to be buried later that afternoon which is why the family and friends were there in morning. Hongbin came early to leave early– he didn’t want to see that wooden box being lowered into the ground only to be covered by dirt.
As he neared the casket, he then felt it, a foreign tightening in his chest. Brows furrowing, he ignored it as he stepped in front of the coffin. A few pictures of her were scattered around on stands and cork boards, flower arrangements were set in between the pictures, and one rested across the surface of the casket. He was internally grateful that the lid was closed– if he saw that face, her pale face, he surely would have felt the sadness sooner than he was. Ebony eyes falling on one of the pictures, it was then that he felt the tightening, the lump of something forming in his throat. He studied the expression, the slight curve of her pink lips, the darkness of her eyes. It was then that his vision began to blur. Stop it, Hongbin, he scolded himself as he roughly wiped his eyes to keep the tears at bay. Abruptly turning from the casket, he walked away with his eyes trained on the grass beneath his feet. What was he feeling?
Far enough from the people, the grave sight, he didn’t bother to wipe the tears that were sliding down his cheeks anymore. It was then that he realized– she was his friend. His only friend. ___________
Hotel: Your character spends the night with my character
“I’m only a bit drunk,” Hongbin mumbled despite his obvious condition. His speech wasn’t slurred but he, for sure, was intoxicated beyond self control. Even with her arm wrapped around his waist and across his shoulders he still stumbled as he walked– it was a sorry sight for sure, but Hongbin was especially lost in himself that night.
Hongbin hated getting drunk. He hated how it felt before, during and after; especially after. But that night he had received a phone call from his parents, one that set him off beyond belief. And so that night he found himself at a bar, hammering down shot after shot as he danced against men, men much older than he should have been associating with. He would have done something much more stupid than just dancing if it wasn’t for an acquaintance who saw Hongbin spiraling out of control. That particular guy brought Hongbin back to campus, and it was then that Woori had found him.
And there he was, staggering against her much smaller frame into her room. It was the good idea, the best idea, really. There’s no way he would be able to spend the night alone in his room. With the amount of alcohol in his system, he surely could die. Shrugging the girl off of him as he entered the room, he instantly slammed the light switch down with two fingers. “Too fucking bright,” he muttered, and he nearly blindly navigated his way to the nearest place to lay down.
His head was pounding and his body was aching, and as he slid down into the couch, a loud groan passed through his lips. Eyes shutting, it didn’t take long before he conked out cold, arms resting limply at his sides with his head turned slightly to the side. Despite all the alcohol, despite acting like a total mess only 10 minutes before, his state of sleep was relatively still and borderline peaceful.
Of course when he woke up in a strange room, Woori’s room no less, he would have a thing or two to say in his extremely grumpy and hungover state.
[text] Does me being hung over take away from how professional I can be today?
[text] The bar would not accept my money. I have reached God status here
[text] He was very considerate of my needs, he offered me pizza before and after.
[text] I asked him for something to clean up with after sex and he handed me a sham wow. A SHAM WOW
[text] So I was putting on a condom and looked to my right to not make eye contact, she said did you just look at the American flag while putting that on. I said this one’s for Team USA.
[text] He gave me the “find somebody who wants to date you for who you are” speech while I walked around the house asking people for pants.
[text] I will show up on your front porch in a wet t shirt and some mac and cheese
[text] I just got high off one hit and then Spent 20 minutes inspecting the gasket of our refrigerator and researching ways to replace it
[text] Seriously. I’m like, “Wait, we are actually talking about physics in the middle of sex and its ACTUALLY erotic because you’re so fucking intelligent I’m turned on?”
[text] Hyyypothetically, what would you do if you happened to see my boobs on the internet?
[text] He fucked me so hard my nail polish actually chipped. I’m keeping him.
[text] I’m making poor life decisions again. Tune in tomorrow to see how much I hate life.
[text] It’s a lube slip n slide down the hallway now. Details later.
[text] Just woke up with an entire pack of Oreos in my cheetah onesie. I’ve been waiting for this moment forever.
[text] Lesson learned. Don’t roleplay with a real knife.
[text] We got drunk and crashed a fifty year old woman’s birthday party for the food. Whoops.
[text] He asked me if I wanted to blow his whistle and proceeded to pull out an actual whistle.
[text] I woke up this morning with 3 phone numbers, a red Chinese New Year envelope with cash in it, and a winning scratcher all stuffed in my bra. I’d say it was a pretty successful Thursday night.
[text] I’m wearing sunglasses around my house. Douchebag status. The hangover is real.
[text] He’s like… An octopus that touches my vagina in all these diff ways at the right times. It’s almost unsettling
[text] I was orgasming and dying of laughter at the same time. I think I’ve found the One.
[text] Do me a favor I want you to reach down the front of your pants and underwear and just feel around for a while… if you happen to find your balls then join us
[text] i just walked into a room at this party and someone yelled “dibs!”…
[text] and then she said I drew a line on her forehead with my cum and whispered “Simba”
[text] so I was just driving high and I stopped to let a pinecone cross the road because I thought it was a hedgehog.
[text] Sex on bubble wrap = best decision ever.
[text] Your lack of great college experience of margaritas and foam parties scares me
[text] We get an extra hour of sleep. That means we can take an extra shot tonight. Sounds logical. Thank you daylight savings.
[text] when someone at the bar asked you a question all you knew how to say was “chug-a-lug”
[text] There’s a girl in class eating a pumpkin pie. Like a whole pie straight from the pan with a fork.
[text] Apparently I taped knives to my hands and made everyone call me wolverine
[text] My house smells like bleach. Also, I do not feel bad about all the stuff I stole from the hospital while I was there.
[text] He told me he loved me. I didn’t know what to say so i just squirted the baby oil at him
[text] Get here, there are important joints to be smoked and pies to be eaten
[text] Can I even tell you how badly I want a day that is just on and off napping and sex with intermittent snack breaks? Because I want that day very badly.
[text] He came so hard that he yelled what sounded like a spell from Harry Potter.
[text] we were both freshly single and using each other as rebounds. most intense sex I’ve ever had. i felt like a grizzly bear emerging from hibernation in a whirlwind of sexual fury
[text] I need a drink and a shade of lipstick that will put the fear of God in a man’s heart.
[text] When was the last time you wore pants?
[text] I’ve replaced you with thin mints and masturbation
[text] Tuesday Boozeday turned into What-the-fuck-were-you-thinking Wednesday real fast.
[text] Have you ever had chicken nuggets while high? Because it tastes like hearing the Beatles for the first time
[text] Being able to fart in my own house is like 90% of why I pay rent
[text] We played Rock Paper Scissors to see who would have to go down on the other person.
[text] I just accidentally showed an old lady a pic of my penis while showing her cat pics. So how’s your day going?
[text] I found a door knob in my purse this morning, I hope whoever it belonged to doesn’t need it today.
[text] We go out, we get drunk, we watch Star Wars, we pass out. What’s wrong with this tradition?
[text] all i’ve had to eat today is leftover bday cake and a shot of tequila.
[text] Pretty sure the guy I hooked up with Saturday gave me a buy one get one free coupon for chipotle. Who said nice guys don’t exist?
[text] Apparently nothing brings out sympathy in a barista like asking if they have a hangover special
[text] And when I feel bad about myself I go to the library and suck my pen over an open book, counting the seconds until a guy sits across from me and tries to get my attention
[text] This is a mass text to all my friends. Whoever gets this first, please find me and confiscate my phone immediately. I am far too high to have it. Even if you have to punch me in my face to get it. Otherwise, let the “High While Analyzing Disney Movies” texts begin.
[text] Seriously insulted!! You can not share my dick pick with your gay brother. He won’t quit poking me on fb
[text] I am trying to think of a way to make alcohol cupcakes
[text] One of us needs to be functional tomorrow and it won’t be me. I’m drinking liquor out of a fishbowl.
[text] You pulled the fire alarm because you had to shit and there was someone in the bathroom. you said you needed privacy
[text] im guessing your the one that tried to make bacon in the toaster
[text] just smoked a blunt while listening to nsync. i now know what my childhood was missing.
[text] I just made out with a girl with a life jacket on wtf is going on
[text] Let’s play a little game called “Chill the Fuck Out” - you’re our first contestant
[text] Didn’t get laid. But got a free pie from a waitress. A whole pie.
[text] I am swimming in semen. He must have been holding it in for a special occasion.
[text] you should buy a sheep. A) you get an awesome pet. B) free coat
[text] tonight is going to be epic. can you pre-book an ambulance?
[text] We thought you were crowd-surfing until we realized it was the bouncers throwing you out
[text] maybe tonight we can turn coloring into a drinking game
[text] i think its awesome that according to your mom i’m your friend that caught on fire.
[text] So fucked up. Can’t tell if I’m starving or about to puke. Playing it safe and eating froot loops. Tasty in, colorful out.
[text] I just saw a hobo ride by on a unicycle. Good day.
[text] Vodka is such a love hate relationship.
[text] you traded sex for a burrito?
[text] I made a game called come to class high and eat nachos.
[text] You decided to make a porno with gummy bears and things went downhill from there.
[text] it’s not a party till someone uses the fire extinguisher.
[text] You’re always adorable, but when you’re drunk, you’re like Chia Pet adorable.
[text] this kid just offered me adderall in exchange for my meal points. college at its finest
[text] I was cleaning up my drunken mess and I found my ID in a cereal box
[text] I am now the proud owner of a 10-12 year old’s Optimus Prime costume from Walmart. Tomorrow is going to be a good day.
[text] It’s like eating cereal and milk but instead of cereal it’s gummy bears and instead of milk it’s vodka.
[text] You leave a trail of fuck everywhere you go
[text] Scott woke me up by cracking a beer open in my face. Best friends are awesome.
[text] we woke up to him feeding us cheetos at 3am. and by feeding i mean shoving them in our mouths and saying “i mean who doesn’t like cheetos”
[text] quit making up holidays to get me to go drinking with you
[text] I left a cheeto on everyone’s car trailing to the house i’m at, hanzel and gretel style.
[text] Just got a event reminder on my phone to never party with you again.
[text] nobody understood you. You kept speaking french and hiding shit in your boobs
[text] When I came home you were using a glowstick to eat peanut butter from the jar.
[text] kinda considering buying a life alert for sophomore year
[text] My phone auto-corrects smirnoff to poisoned. I think it is trying to tell me something.
[text] Anywhere you can eat green eggs and ham, you can have sex.
[text] you were running down the aisles of wal mart singing ‘follow the yellowbrick road’. i’m pretty sure you thought the night shift workers were the munchkins & started crying when they wouldnt help u find the wizard. needless to say u were pretty stoned/wasted
[text] It’s like the only way I know how to apologize is by giving a blow job.
[text] did you by any chance leave me that 7 minute long voicemail of you running and constantly tripping into bushes?
[text] The world would be so much better with thought bubbles.
[text] I love taking my adderall while im in class! As soon as I take the pill out everyone around me just stares in envy!
[text] You handed some guy a spoon you found, he yelled SPOON GAME, and then the two of you spent the next 20 minutes throwing spoons all over the kitchen.
[text] I just told a dude I hooked up with last night he was the pick of the litter.
[text] So I woke up today with someone’s door knob in my pocket. I hope everybody else got out of the house ok.
[text] So we successfully lit our bathtub on fire. Thought you should know.
[text] Because when I say ‘You shouldn’t drink anymore’, she hears, ‘I personally challenge you to chug 3 more mixed drinks’
[text] okay, this game isn’t funny anymore. tell us where all the forks are.
[text] The lack of pants and amount of productivity in my life right now is amazing.
[text] when i start to cry when i lose at mario kart is when you should put me to bed
[text] so apparently the car got towed with me passed out in the back seat.
[text] You closed the sidewalk off to pedestrians last night. With a glitter covered safety cone
[text] never. drinking. again.
[text] I’m gonna get drunk and through up on the first happy couple I see.
[text] got some bad news about ur virginity. she didnt make it thru the night
[text] I need a good reason NOT to eat this entire jar of nutella right now
[text] i’m out of smokes so i just had an after sex popsicle. this might become an addiction.
[text] Yeah I think we tried to use the shower curtain as a parachute because its tied to my backpack with some string. Dont know if anyone actually attempted it though.
she looked back up at him, staring for a bit–and it was then that she noticed that little dimple that was making itself known on his cheek. she found it somehow ironic that a man like him had them–he didn’t seem to be the type to be smiling a lot. it made her smile a little, however. dimples had always been curious things to her.
a gentle breeze blew by, and she lifted her hand to tuck her hair behind her ear. she opens her mouth, her voice slipping past her lips.
“woori. my name is woori.”
brushing his bangs from his face with a hand, his face truly became clear, exposing the entirety of his appearance. he watched her curl her chestnut hair behind her ear, and he also saw the small smile creep onto her lips. the entire situation was odd, so strange, and he didn’t like it. he shoved his discomfort to the back of his mind, nodding in acknowledgement of her name.
woori-- the first name he learned. also, the first person he met. he didn’t care that he hadn’t met anyone, it was normal for him to keep friends to the very minimum of zero, it made things easy for him. he had no intention of meeting people when he came to the university, he never even considered it. meeting people set a bad taste in his mouth, but for some reason, face to face with this girl now, it was different. it wasn’t much different, he hardly noticed it, but there was something different about looking at her, talking to her.
maybe he was going crazy. it wouldn’t be beyond him, and he smiled rather sickly to himself at the thought, head shaking. i am going crazy, he thought, raising his hand to cover one side of his face as his eyes trained on the ground beneath him.
“woori,” he repeated to himself, voice nearly inaudible as the syllables were eaten up by another gentle breeze-- it’s not like it was intended for her to hear it. raising his head, his hand dropped to his side, black eyes resting on her face, the gentle expression that graced her pleasant features. he then just stayed silent and still, a breath slipping past his pale lips to join the light gusts of wind.
maybe he was the pathetic one in the churning sea of the human race.
woori proceeded to delete the image; the file was gone and probably unrecoverable. she then looked at him, her lips bearing a smile that she only reserved for moments like this; a smile so sad, it was almost heartbreaking to see.
“it would matter to me.” and with that, the female took a step to the side to allow him to pass through, a sigh leaving her lips as she made her way towards the opposite direction.
when she repeated his name his brows furrowed a bit, creasing the middle of his forehead. he wasn’t quite sure how to answer her next question-- why wouldn’t it matter? well, that answer was easy: he was lee hongbin, the boy who derailed his parent’s entire operation of raising him to be “proper” and “the heir to the family business”. he was notorious around his home area, his dimpled cheeks were a staple in celebrity pictures and certain magazines. “prestigious lee family to raise one of the most successful sons this year has seen”-- it made him laugh and cringe at the same time, his entire youth was a joke-- his entire life was a joke.
with a sound of disapproval, he shook his head. “because i’m me. that’s all you have to know.” short, not so sweet but to the point. flicking his head to the side again, his bangs again fell beside his eyes, leaving him enough time to see her clearly walking away.
it would matter to me.
the words rang in his head and his lips pursed. guilt. such a foreign emotion to him, but he was feeling it. it was rising into his chest, clouding up the cavern of his body with its foggy mess. balling his fists at his side, he stayed motionless for a moment before he turned, arm extended. still within reach, he took her wrist easily in his grasp, keeping her there in front of him. bangs cascading over his eyes, they stayed out of sight as he held her thin wrist for a moment.
“tell me your name.”
slowly letting her arm slip from his fingers, he sighed heavily as his arm came to rest at his side. right then and there he knew he got himself in a little too deep, but he was far too deep to pull himself out.
but it was unnecessary to explain to him– given his demeanor and response, he wasn’t one for sob-stories. he’d probably scoff at it, or he probably wouldn’t care, nor be bothered to show any interest. she watched him walk away, but before he even disappeared from sight, she had already launched herself forward, sprinting towards him. she then stopped, standing in front of the male, effectively blocking his way (the path was rather narrow, after all).
she blinked languidly–deep inside, she wondered why she had ran after him.
“what’s your name?”
i already am.
the words rang in his ears, but he refused to acknowledge them. he cared not what made her say that, he didn’t care about anything related to her, to be completely honest. she already got his blood boiling and he just wanted to leave her, to escape such an uncomfortable environment.
but then she stepped in front of him. pulling back his lips in a form of a snarl, he paused in his steps, head raising to look at her face. his name? why did she even care, why did she want to know? she wasn’t going to ask what his name was after she snapped the picture of him. the only way she even spoke to him was because he approached her, or rather thrust his aggression's and displeasure in her face, but nonetheless-- she shouldn’t have been curious of his formal title.
pursing his lips after a while, he slacked his shoulders and bent one leg a bit, a hand sliding out from his pocket to rub the back of his neck. act casual, be perceived as casual. taking in a light breath, he parted his pink lips and spoke. his voice was a different tone than he had been using, this time it was more soft, flowing easier into the air than the harshly toned chords a few moments before. “i’m hongbin.”
he resisted the urge to cringe then-- he hated telling people his name. he didn’t even proceed to ask her what her name was; he didn’t care. he just stood there and stared, his expression suddenly turning tired and worn. “doesn’t matter though, does it?”
she then stopped at a certain photograph, his photo; a frame so perfectly lit and wonderfully colored, she had deemed it one of her favorites. “a reminder that there are still good things in a world so cruel.” she then withdraws her hand, her thumb once again gliding on the surface of the monitor to clean it, her lips moving to speak yet again.
“i’ll delete your photo, though–it’s invading your privacy,” she looked at him straight in the eye; brown orbs meeting black ones. “that was rude of me, i apologize.”
hongbin listened in silence, still unimpressed with her lackluster reply. “forget it,” he said blandly, his hand waving dismissively. “keep it, i don’t care.”
it was out of annoyance, distaste, agitation; she was disgusting. he deemed the conversation worthless, a waste of his time, and he was through with it. there were so many things that he wanted to say in that moment, so many things that he wanted to do, but he held his tongue, he stayed firm in his place. his mind reeled-- how could someone be so satisfied with such a petty hobby? setting his jaw, he stared at her as her eyes met his own. her mocha orbs were warm and strangely welcoming, a stark contrast to the chilling glare of his own black holes.
she was odd; how could taking a photo make you feel better? it was all so confusing to him, she was so confusing to him. again-- why didn’t he break the camera? why didn’t he demand to have the photo deleted instantly? unsure of the answer, he again shook his head, pulling his eyes away from her stare. what little color he had drained from his cheeks to leave him ghostly pale, and he turned on his heels in an instant. “i don’t think there’s anything else to discuss with you,” he muttered, head hardly turned to give her a brief look. looking ahead then, his hands shoved into his pockets as he took the steps to begin walking away.
it was then that he paused, steps coming to a stop. turning around to face her once more, a small, sad smile was on display on his lips. “there’s nothing good in this world. don’t keep the curtain over your eyes much longer, you’ll get fucked up.”
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