sometimes, joohyun wonders how she gets herself into these situations. an extrovert at heart, she has no hesitations wandering up to an old friend whilst he talks among strangers to her and slapping him on the ass in greeting. when he turns around, she discovers it’s not who she thinks it is, and her cheeks colour pink because I just embarrassed the both of us in front of a group of his friends but they exchange numbers and joohyun leaves a strange encounter with a new friend. seems straightforward, right? she’s happy to have a new friend who’s already seen her do something utterly atrocious so probably won’t be surprised to find her in a club one night drunkenly dancing to her heart’s content.
except, nothing’s really that simple, because jinyoung is of course a multi-dimensional human being like the rest of us, and when he calls at 3am one night and joohyun answers assuming it’s going to be a drunken plea to hang out, it’s not that, it’s actually far deeper and she takes it upon herself to text him the next morning to arrange a late evening coffee trip to talk things through.
warming her hands against the mug, she waits for him to arrive. she’s a little early, having wanted to get out of the apartment before her roommates began their questioning. she doesn’t mind waiting, though. the atmosphere in the cafe is calm, quiet and she feels at peace. a little worried about her new friend, but otherwise, at peace.
this wasn’t something that jinyoung usually did. he wasn’t usually the type of person to drink his feelings away. but when he got a call from his dad that night, asking jinyoung for help, asking jinyoung to come home, he couldn’t contain all the emotions that was bottled up. he was angry, he wanted to tell his dad to never call him again. yet, when he started talking to him, he wasn’t able to say ‘ leave me alone ’. a part of jinyoung wanted to push aside what happened when he was younger, letting their relationship start over again, maybe for the best. his conversation with his dad started out soft, talking about what happened, slowly going into the topic of jinyoung’s mother, which turned the whole conversation around.
it seemed like a lie when jinyoung thought that he actually had a civil conversation with his dad at first. but after arguing with his dad for thirty minutes, he was sure that his dad didn’t really want him home, just needed whatever money jinyoung would provide. he drowned himself with alcohol that night, just wanting to forget. forget about his relation to his dad, forget about the conversation they had, forget about the pain that it left in his heart. it was never that easy, though. the moment he started drinking, the feelings were heightened and he felt like he was going to explode.
his urge to want to talk to someone overcame him, checking his phone contacts ( very slowly because making out each name was harder than he thought ). his finger stops over a name he’s not very familiar with. ‘ joohyun? ’ he’s not really sure if he’s met someone with that name, but he decides to call the number anyway. the conversation isn’t very memorable for him, only certain parts clear in his mind when he wakes up the next morning, seeing texts from the person who he unintentionally poured his feelings to.
he’s nervous after accepting the coffee invitation. what will she say? what does she know? he wanted to back out, but he also felt bad for changing plans last minute. so he stood in the café, scanning the faces of the people there at such a late hour. he spots her, suddenly remembering that she slapped him on the butt their first meeting, mistaking him for someone else. as if it couldn’t get more embarrassing, jinyoung thought. he walks towards her, taking the seat across from her. ‘ uh... sorry for making you wait. ’
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