oeuvre (n)

the suzy to my soohyun, the mingukkie to my manse. a simple one on one roleplay blog

[oxuvre]

sweat : mark + jackson

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how did he get here? just minutes before the two were playing, having fun. now here they were having an emotional conversation. it wasn’t like they shouldn’t be having the conversation in fact it was something that mark had meant to bring up for a while now and he just had not had the courage. he sighed as she reached up his thumb brushing softly against jackson’s jawline.

mark liked him, he liked him like he should like a girl and there was no denying that. the soft kisses only made it more real. they were filled with something different. they’ve kissed a lot and many times it lead to more kissing. however, right now here in front of him it was sweet filled with a since of kindness and love that he didn’t believe either of them had experienced before. their kisses usually filled with lust, and need. this time, they were soft words that didn’t need to be said. nothing but a breath to break the warm air around them. maybe he was just hot from dancing but, he doubted it was because of jackson. it always was. once his forehead was on his, marks arms reached up placing on his shoulders his own hands grabbing the other as he had a playful smile on his face. “of course you don’t care.” he said laughing a little as he stepped close, their bodies pressing as he stepped forward slightly to cause him to be pushed back into the mirrored wall behind them. “I ask, because I like you.” He said with ease as he leaned in, his head tilting to the side and he pressed his lips against his. “I like you so much, it hurts me.” He said after he pulled away a few inches. “I think about you, always. I want you always. I want you to look at me only.” He finished his sentence not expecting the ending to come out as more of a whine. “your mine, i claimed you a long time ago. your not allowed to stray.”

there was a flicker, a widened dart of the younger boys eyes when mark said that he knows he didn’t care - jackon wanted to argue that that wasn’t what he meant. but the playful smile on marks lip, the way he laughed meant that it wasn’t a bad thing. jackson did care, he cared that mark remained by his side, that mark kept the beds tucked together, that they could hold hands and kiss. he was scared what other people would think of those nights, but mark made him strong enough to think that even if they did get caught, it wouldn’t matter. of course, that didn’t remove that hint of fear that lingered.

jackson liked the way those words were pinned between their lips; how they trickled warmth and he sighed in an annoyed manner when mark pulled away. his own body leaned in more, barely absorbing what mark was saying and only craving that sensation again. “i’m not looking at anyone else,” the younger male responded, lips connecting to marks, pressing the words into the plush tiers of the older. a linger kiss he broke for only fractions. “i’m yours. markson,” jackson was hardly the most eloquent, but he meant what he said.

the only things he could say were from his heart -- no filter and no deception.

lips connected, grazed to marks jaw and along the curve of the olders neck. where he failed in words, where he lacked in the ability to decipher what was going on between them or how to explain any of it. jackson tried to make up for it in the way his hands ran down marks back, holding him closer and pulling him firmer against his own body. “you’re mine too. stay away from jinyoung,” jackson spoke without internal reflection on why - he just really didn’t want mark and jinyoung acting close. his face soon buried into marks neck, nuzzled into the familiar scent and kisses pressed in the spaces.

[naoface]

(ﾉﾟ0ﾟ)ﾉ~ (ﾉﾟ0ﾟ)ﾉ~

[oxuvre]

first glance : mino + taehyun

[oxuvre]

Without missing a beat, Mino’s shifted gears and responded, the corner of his lip curled in amusement. He didn’t even need to look back at the other male to know he was teasing him; he could practically taste it in the air of the cab and it made his skin buzz with intrigue, “Or treated badly.” His smirk grew and he let out a small chuckle. When he opened his mouth again he let his voice drop just a little, “I never disappoint.”  

He hadn’t expected to feel Taehyun’s hand on his thigh but even if his hands weren’t occupied at the moment, Mino wouldn’t have brushed him away. He let out a groan that was masked by the sound of his foot pressing down on the gas a little harder than needed, making the machine roar along with him. The mechanics eyes glances in the direction of his passenger before turning back to the road. His canine grazed the corner of his lip as he partially bit back a grin. The boy was dangerous; there was no doubt about it.

Taehyun’s question coupled with the growing curiosity of his fingers made the blood start to move south and his attention waver slightly but Mino was a professional. Or so he told himself. “Sounds about right.” The deeper tone he had used before had not disappeared but seemed to intensify and feel off the tone of Taehyun’s voice. Mino knew exactly what he was getting into the moment let the other into his car and he didn’t regret it for a moment. After all, sex was just sex.  A quick shift of gears sent the car flying down another street in the general direction of Mino’s apartment. When he car straightened out, Mino turned his attention to Taehyun’s  hand in his lap and back up to the other’ face. “Maybe I should be the one to ask you that. Though if I’m honest, I think your nail marks will make a good addition to my headboard.”

the sound of those words filling the inside of the car, mixed with the tone of mino’s chuckle and how his voice fell even lower was rousing to every sense of taehyun. his mind swimming with what mino’s lips would feel like murmuring those words against his skin, the same skin that prickled with want and he soothed away with his fingertips. “i would hope not,” taehyun spoke with a hint of airiness, a lust tangled in the core as he tried to deny the effect the other had on him. not that he truly wanted to -- but he liked to feel in control of the men he was seducing.

taehyun’s fingers continued to explore mino’s thigh, mapping out with a curiousity that was not innocent at all. his gaze desiring to recognize any sign of affect on the male next to him. satisfaction burned through taehyun as the tone of mino’s voice ran through him, much better than anything else could. a low hum, distracted and cut off when the car went flying down into another street, a breath forced form taehyun’s lung in shock. taehyun gripping mino’s thigh firmly, trying to keep himself in position and strands of his hair messily framing his face, eyes squeezed shut, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as his heart raced more. once the car straightened out, he sunk more, relaxed again and his gaze flickered to mino covering the soft moan in the back of his throat with an unsteady breath and a light laugh.

tongue languishing behind his teeth as taehyun shook his head. “maybe they would,” his response, voice hinted with breathlessness. fingers curled, lithe digits seeking up the length of mino’s arm, his tips grazing around the nape of mino’s neck as he pushed himself over more, fighting the tug of the seatbelt to let his lips find mino’s shoulder. “maybe i’d look good with bruises and bite marks too,” taehyun spoke with his neediness, lightly panted breaths coming from his lips as the tip of his tongue guided mino’s earlobe between his teeth; biting and tugging gently. this was why they were there, because taehyun didn’t deny what he wanted and he didn’t care when or how he got it. “hurry up,” murmured by the hollow of mino’s ear as taehyun sunk away, pulled by the seatbelt back into place. 

“i hate waiting,” taehyun’s gaze sought mino’s to show his urgency; he wanted mino, then and there. the other had him worked up, between the rush of the car and those words spurring on taehyun’s hungry thoughts. “or i’ll make a mess in your car on my own.”

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number one : haeryung & mino

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“Chicken it is, then!” The elder chirped happily before pressing send on his phone and placing it to his ear. He hummed along in acknowledgement as Haeryung sponke and the phone rang. Mino had never been the type to particularly enjoy school but that didn’t mean that he didn’t take interest in what his sister was doing away. He liked the idea of her enjoying her studies, even when her response was basic and otherwise interesting. A question bang to bubble on his tongue when a voice came over the phone and Mino’s attention was stolen away to place the order.

“Literature?” Mino parroted, looking back up at the girl when the call had ended and he tossed his phone on the counter. “That’s not what you’re studying, right?” Bashfulness bloomed on the males face, giving away the fact he had completely forgotten what the younger was studying—the years of sending her money and pestering her to stay on top of her work, and Mino still couldn’t seem to latch onto the information. “Well, anyway, as long as you like it and  it doesn’t interfere with your other work, why not?”

The buzzing of his phone on the counter stole the male attention away as he snatched up to read the message as he caught his sister moving though his apartment. Back when they were younger, Mino would have pitched a hormonal fit about the girl adventuring into his personal space but when their family numbers dropped, so did the young man’s temper—as long as she didn’t dig to deep in his stuff, there wasn’t really anything felt he needed to hide.

“Work’s fine!” He called from the kitchen, leaning against the counter as he typed out a message to a friend. “Some dude brought in a Viper the other day and I had to take it out to make sure it was running right. Man, when are you going to get rich and buy me one of those?” He joked.

“I mean, other than that, there’s not really much else. You know, going out and hanging with Daeyoung and those guys.” Mino always tried to skip over the racing part. Though Haeryoung was well aware of what he was doing, he knew she didn’t like it. The simple fact that their parents had been taken in a motor accident did not help his cause whatsoever. And despite that, Mino couldn’t stop himself. Racing was something he loved almost as much as his baby sister.

haeryung hummed and nodded in answer when it came to the question about literature. it wasn’t a part of her studies, she had picked it up under the insistence of her friend because of the professor. not that haeryung disliked the subject at all -- she quite enjoyed literature. “i’m studying sociology. but you’re supposed to experience new things in university, right~?” haeryung answered, a slight amusement quirked in her lips as she realized that he had forgotten, again. she could have changed her major a hundred times and mino would forget. “do you want me to write everything down for you?” she teased her brother effortlessly. “i can send you a copy of my whole schedule if you want too.”

nosy little sisters had a job and haeryung would admit that she was almost always more curious when her brother said she couldn’t see; it let her know where to look. being able to wander on her own accord left her with too any options and no direction. how else was she going to know if her brother was doing well? even when she asked, there were things she didn’t vocalize. her dislike of his driving meant she didn’t ask if he still did it. the crowd he hung out with were hardly people she wanted to know that he was hanging out with. 

it’s not as if she expected to find the worst, simply keep tabs on him in her own way. make sure there were no drugs and he wasn’t keeping dead bodies in the wardrobe

“who says when i get rich i’m buying you anything?” haeryung shot back, a laugh coming soon after as she felt pretty smart for a second; she did like to beat her brother at these things. hear him get offended and joke around. there was hums from her lips again as she continued to move through his room, going from his bed, glancing over everything breezily. “you still hang out with them?” she asked lazily about his friends; a part of her couldn’t help the judgement in her tone. he did never like any of the boys she dated, this was only fair.

the confusion struck her in the bathroom. silence taking over as she studied the ‘evidence’. expensive products -- she knew they expensive because they were the ones the rich girls used. did mino have a girlfriend? haeryung’s fingers lifted up the first thing, styling gel for the hair, moisturizer for the skin, even shampoo and conditioner. a whole set. with one in each hand, her lip jutted into a pout as she moved back to the doorway to mino’s bedroom. items thrust out as evidence. 

“oppa! who are you dating?” the question was abrupt, accusatory, certain; no part of her ever believed that her brother would use these. there was a pause of hurt. “why didn’t you tell me you were dating?”

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[oxuvre]

sweat : mark + jackson

[oxuvre]

why did everything hurt? everything was starting to ache. why did he do this. how could he turn such a playful event into such a serious one. he was being selfish again. he was always selfish, he was always the one who went first. always the one who was being asked what he wanted to do. he frowned a bit at himself. his feet shuffling to move his body towards jackson his forehead resting against his while his fingers pushed from his cheek running through his hair slowly, as the parade of kisses, continued between words. it was easier this way. he felt so sure of himself when he was kissing jackson, like nothing could go wrong. “your so cute.” mark said with a soft laugh as his arms drapped across his shoulders. mark kept jackson close, in fear that any distance would break the chance of something good happening tonight. “i like holding your hand too, and i…” he paused looking away biting on his bottom lip. this wasn’t right, he wasn’t suppose to say something about the butterflies, the happiness he shared even if he was just in the same room as the male. “I like you, I like the butterflies and i like kissing you and cuddling you and being next to you.” mark finally spit it out. his arms wrapping around him a little closer. “i just want to make sure, that our nights together…arent just for…pleasure i guess. i want to know that we both feel something even if we cant describe it properly.”

the accusation of him being cute caused jackson’s features to crinkle in annoyance; he was certain he was manly and masculine, and that was not cute. “i’m not cute,” came out in a low protest, easing his body that fraction closer to the elder. his complaints fell silent as mark began to talk, that nervousness that was apparent through mark only made jackson want to assert that they were markson and nothing would ever come between markson -- and to act as he often did when mark seemed uneasy with his own words or thoughts, with the idea only to make mark smile and not worry about anything.

jackson was hanging on the rest of marks words, and when they finally came out, jackson’s brow was knitted with confusion over what the older male was getting at. if anything, jackson was certain that mark was the one who had control over every part of him lately and that mark knew that he could. a frustrated noise from jackson’s lips as he rocked a little on his feet, rushed with energy of denial. “no-- mark. why--?” jackson’s flabbergast response came his an anxious mix of movements. he didn’t understand how mark could think that.

“i feel embarrassed. i don’t even know what i’m doing and then my stomach gets in knots. it’s like someone got a string tangled up inside me and keep pulling. i don’t know what that is. it’s embarrassing,” jackson hastily spat out, his hand clutched at his stomach and his gaze darted from the floor to marks, and then away. “it’s embarrassing... but..” there’s a soft trail of his voice as he shifts, twists his body is discomfort with not know what to say or how to say it. “with you, it’s okay... its embarrassing when i get all.. turned on and.. when i want to kiss you but everyones around and they’ll make a big deal out of it.”

“if i want to kiss you, i’ll kiss you and everyone should shut up,” he blurted out as the thought came and inhaled sharply. his brown orbs met marks again, softening as he realized he was leaving the topic that mark was on; jacksons forehead pressed more to marks and he sighed, submitting himself. “it’s embarrassing. but i like doing it with you.”

[oxuvre]

.tracker (30.07)

mcofrps. daeeun. confession time ( owing ) daehyun. baby’s first party ( owing ) hani. truth or dare ( waiting ) soohyun. it’ll happen ( waiting ) sxdeums. yoonsoo. panic ( waiting ) taehyun. first glance ( owing ) haeryung. number one ( owing ) magneticx jackson. sweat ( owing ) nvpch​ woobin. untitled ( owing ) floararps beenzino. across a smoky room ( waiting ) kiyong. what’s your style ( waiting )

[thatgotseven-deactivated2016040]

the fairytale-turned-horror-story of tuanderella and prince wang (x)

[oxuvre]

–– across a smoky room .

[elysiumrps]

Krystal could see it. The appeal to clubs. Bodies dancing against each other, while drowning in strange lightning and cigarette smoke. The whole scene was attractive looking in, but she knew from experience that it wasn’t her thing. As much as her friend’s preached the let it go mentality, she wasn’t the type that enjoyed being touched by strangers, and the fact that that always seemed to happen turned her off. It didn’t help that her friend’s would drag her there against her will, then drop her like an empty bottle the moment a cute guy paid them any attention. She either needed better friends or a better resting face. Maybe then someone would approach her too.

She took the last shot of soju on the table, swinging her head back as she let the liquid run down her throat. She hadn’t drunk much, despite having already spent a good hour in the establishment, and she wasn’t exactly planning to drink much more. Still, when the topic came up of who should go for the next round, and a game of rock-paper-scissors was played, Krystal found herself on her way to the bar. Past a crowded dance floor, disentangling her wrist when someone seemed to catch a hold, until finally she was at the bar. Her body leaning against the counter as she waited for the bartender to get to her.

Krystal felt his body next to her before she saw him. Then she heard his voice, and there was a fleeting though about his tone being attractive, before she looked up. Already prepared to reject him, ‘no, maybe some other time,’ but when she glanced back in the direction of her table, she could see that all her friends were gone, probably on the dance floor or doing 'other’ stuff she rather no know about. She was all alone again, and they had no use for another round when they weren’t even there to drink it. Her eyes met his, taking him in and wondering for a moment if she was making the right decision, before she slowly shook her head. “Actually, no. Are you offering?”

[oxuvre]

trepidation came late for sungbin, his heart kicking into gear only after his lips had parted with the words and he found her looking up at him. she was striking -- enough that his heart faltered for seconds. not many girls could do that to him with a simple look, and he was certain that she was about to part from a simple denial to an assailment of his confidence. girls who looked like she did, were never easy and most of them knew that they could do better than him. some silver spoon raised man, who spoke with an extended vocabulary and knew how to balance stocks -- or whatever other business oriented skill that would show their wealth and superiority. someone who could buy the whole bar if they wanted; all he was was someone who could buy her a drink.

but he realized he might have had her wrong when she was shaking her head and asking if he was offering.

“no -- i was just doing a survey. checking the speed of customer service or something,” sungbin answered with his head falling to the side and his shoulders shrugged loosely, his body leaned more into the bar as his gaze absorbed more of her. he was obviously lying, and he didn’t truly care how easy he was to read; the point was to keep her interest. there was the question of why she didn’t have multiple drinks, from various guys trying to hit on her. either way, the corner of sungbin’s lips tugged in a faint smirk, one he tried to hide as he glanced to judge where the bartender was before he was set back on her. “but i have a soft spot for beautiful girls. so i can make an exception for you,” he decided aloud, his eyes seeking hers again as he spoke; aspiring to keep her attention on him.

as he noticed the bartender finish up serving the person he was with; sungbin latched onto the opportunity to extend his arm and lean over more to catch the bartenders attention. his own shifted from the girl to the reason he had come to the bar. “yo, bartender. i want some drinks,” he called out, unfazed by the looks he received of others waiting when the bartender began to make his way down to him. once the bartender was in front of him, sungbin greeted with a flash of his teeth and then pointed over his shoulder. “i want the same for my boys. five beers, five shots, and ...” sungbin’s voice trailed as he looked to the girl next to him, a smile growing; no matter how he looked at her, she was beautiful. “what were you drinking?”

[nowdotheunni]

Beenzino driving & dancing

[oxuvre]

it’ll happen : soohyun + suzy

[mvseology]

suzy heard the noise that he made when she had “ruined” the picture with her change of plans, but she knew that he would love the picture anyway. it was cute, and one that she would use as her new lock screen. she needed a new one anyway, since the one that was currently there was one they had taken on their honeymoon. that felt so long ago, even if it wasn’t as long ago as it seemed. the last few months had just been so stressful, that she felt like she had aged five years in that short period of time. she was glad they were done with that for now. maybe in a year’s time, they could go back to it, but she just wanted to live normally for some time.

at his direction, she took a seat (carefully so as to not slip a second time) on the rocks, mentally scolding them for hurting her even though it was her fault and not theirs (but why did they have to be so sharp?). her eyes widened as the words ‘bleed out’ sounded past his lips. was it that bad? was she going to die? she could already read the headlines of the newspaper - clumsy girl dies from knee wound while walking on rocks. oh, that was not the reality that she wanted. however, as he simply noted that her knee would scar, she relaxed a bit, eyes crinkling as she laughed. her head bobbed up and down as he offered a piggy back, though she was worried that he might slip or something if she did climb up his back. “after we get back to flat land,” she noted, already standing and moving just a few steps down to the sand where they had been moments earlier. she didn’t need them toppling over rocks, after all. 

another small yelp sounded when she landed, the pain shooting through with the impact of her feet touching the ground. “piggy back!” she cried like a child, holding out her arms so that she could climb on her husband’s back. when she did so, she rested her head against his back. “i’m sorry to ruin your plans,” she noted, laying a kiss on his shoulder blade as she held on tight so they could make it back to the pharmacy safely.

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there was a determination in suzy that soohyun could never decide whether he found this streak in her adorable or dangerous -- one day he was certain that she was going to march off on her own and he was going to be left in a state of aghast. but as long as if something went wrong, she came back to crawl in his arms, soohyun would never quite mind as much as he would pretend to when she did it. “alright, alright, slow down,” soohyun agreed with a urgency to catch up, to keep close to her and keep her from hurting herself any more than she already had. the soft yelp that came from her made soohyun fill with a pang of concern. his gaze tracked down to her would again and he swallowed dryly. he should have been more careful with her. but as soon as he heard her cry for a piggy back and saw her extended arms, he had to stifle cute.

his wife was too cute.

it didn’t take him long to aid her into getting onto his back, happily accepting the familiar weight on him and straightening himself up to his height, hands curled under her legs to hold her up firmly. she wasn’t going to get hurt again under his watch. “it’s okay. my only plans were to take some photographs. we can do more tomorrow,” soohyun assured her as he adjusted her a little, before he began to take steps, heading back in the direction of where he remembered seeing the pharmacy. each step came with a growing stability. “we’ll get bandaids and head back to the hotel room -- okay?” he offered his idea as he glanced over his shoulder at her. there was something youthful about having her riding on his back, like when they were back in university and studying. 

once they were back on the path by the street, soohyun pointed ahead of them towards the corner of the street and the small pharmacy that he had remembered. “there it is,” soohyun felt a sense of pride that he knew where the pharmacy was in this emergency. another adjustment of his wife on his back, double checking that he had a good hold of her as he glanced around at the few cars that were moving through the streets around them. “keep an eye out for the cars for me, okay?” he asked suzy, looking back at her again.

[datlof]

suzy and soo hyun - beanpole outdoor appreciation

[parkjmin]

when ken called hani “pretty”  (´▽`ʃƪ)♡

[oxuvre]

truth or dare : hani + ken

[mvseology]

ken’s heart raced at one hundred miles per hour. why did he let hani drag him out to this party? he knew parties were a bad idea, especially when they were with her friends and not his. a simple board game night would have been his idea of a party. he picked up his drink, hoping to stall time (or perhaps get him more drunk than he already was - darn his high tolerance) but it didn’t seem like the question was going to go away. in fact, junghwa was even more pushed to get him to answer because of his stammering. what a bitch, he thought to himself as he set his cup down.

he watched as hani seemed to try and change the questions for him, but junghwa was being a bratty child, refusing to listen to the girl that sat beside him. he closed his eyes. should he just kiss her? or was it safer to say yes? he didn’t know which was the lesser of two evils, so to speak. he just wanted to go home. no, what he actually wanted was for hani to actually be his girlfriend, but that almost seemed out of the question at the moment. or maybe he should just tell them that he liked her and then maybe she would be interested. no, he was almost 99% sure that she didn’t feel like that towards him. there was only that 1% of hope that he still held onto.

“i ….” he almost said i can’t lie to them, but the words remained stuck in his throat. by now, it would be obvious right? that if there really was nothing that he felt towards her that he could have easily said “no, we’re just friends” but he couldn’t say that. this was truth or dare, and he was a man of his word. he wouldn’t lie over it. “i …” he continued to just stare at the group. “i really need to pee,” he finally blurted out,. eyes widening at what he just had come up with ( well, he did kind of sort of have to pee after all the liquids he’d taken in but he didn’t expect to have said it aloud ).

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everyone seemed to be hanging on whether ken would take truth or take dare, and hani was on the edge with them. all he had to do was say they were friends and then everyone would move on; she could move on. her fingers were going through her hair as she tried to avoid his gaze suddenly, not knowing what to expect when he started talking. ‘i’ could have led anywhere and hani was determined not to hear any confessions from her friend. she didn’t know what would happen if he said that, but she was certain that it was her fault; that night was her fault and ken was too sweet. but his actual answer caused her to choke light on a cough. a look of disbelief filled her features as he gaze darted to junghwa who was unhappy and then to ken.

while some people stifled laughter, hani could hear junghwa murmur that ken was only trying to escape, that he didn’t want to admit how much he liked her; taunting whispers that she barely tried to hide. “ken-ah,” hani called suddenly, his name came from her lips in haste to save him and herself. a pause when her hand found his shoulder, than the curve of his neck, and she was soon leaning forward, all of her mind hooked on the idea that she needed to get this over with. to save him from saying that he had started to like her after their night together; she didn’t want him to feel obligated to her like that. “sorry--” was cut off by her urgency, her gaze flickered from his soft tiers, feeling the prickle of the memory of kissing him before her lips had even connected.

a chorus of shock and taunting exclamations came from her group of friends, and hani squeezed her eyes shut, her fingers grazed to the nape of his neck as she fell into the memory of that night. of his lips, of his body warmth; of him. her lips parted, deepening the kiss that fraction more as her hand found a surface to prop herself up on and urge into him a little more. she had been drunk when she kissed him that night, in a haze when she leaned over to press a peck and then another, and let herself tumble in a haze into more. right then, she was barely tipsy, the realization stabbed through the back of her mind as she lingered in the kiss, longer than needed and breaking away with a nervous breath. 

“doesn’t count! i said he has to kiss you, not the other way around,” junghwa persisted.

[elysiumrps]

What’s your style ?

If someone asked her what she was feeling like right now, Jieun wouldn’t know what to say. Specially after her tenth rejection letter from yet another publisher earlier that day. She was frustrated, and sad, but above all she was annoyed with herself. Just why couldn’t she make her characters and their romance sound believable. Why was she always told to grow up, gain some experience, and comeback later. Maybe she should have focused on dating instead of making it into SNU. Maybe then she wouldn't have this problem.

The girl sighed, walking into a tent, just a block away from her apartment, that housed some of the best spicy rice cakes in the city. She wasn’t ready to head home to her dark and empty apartment. In fact, she needed a good drink and the lull of conversation to numb her hurried brain. Not thinking, didn’t always have to be bad. 

Jieun slumped into the nearest open stool, smack in between an older man who was already too drunk to function and who had his head planted on the bar, and younger guy who looked too immersed in his own drink to pay any attention to her. “Can I get an order of rice cakes and a bottle of soju?” she asked the owner, only receiving a small grunt of understanding from her, which was probably the biggest reaction she’d get from anyone tonight. With another loud sigh, she too dropped her head onto the table. 

[oxuvre]

there were simply those days were nothing went right, and kiyong would like to wipe away the one behind him with that resignation. but it was because of her. he truly didn’t know what he had done wrong this time either, or why he didn’t see the familiar signs of his girlfriend--ex-girlfriend now--pulling away from him. again. the same arrangement of excuses explaining why they wouldn’t be good together and that they shouldn’t be together anymore. hours ago he was waking up to send her messages and now he was left deleting her number from his phone because he was getting drunk. it was never a good idea to keep a girls number once he was drunk.

his gaze was swimming in the drink in his hand, wrung with his own anxiety over whether he was giving up to easy or what he had done wrong. these thoughts lacked anything to hold onto, alcohol to his lips as he felt movement next to him and glanced over at the girl who had taken the seat next to him. a flicker of his orbs, as his concentrated centred back on his drink for seconds, emptying out the last of it with his head tilted back and placing the glass aside. that’s when he noticed the girl had her head to the bar -- she couldn’t have been drunk already, could she? 

“i wouldn’t do that. your forehead will hurt after a while,” kiyong offered his advice as his gaze drifted from the messy strands of brown hair and then towards the bartender. he truly hadn’t gotten a good look at her, but he doubted any girl wanted a pink mark of the bar on their foreheads; or a sore forehead. his fingers turned his glass in a distracted manner, contemplating the effort of another drink or whether he should go home. “bartender, i want another one,” came from his lips before he had truly come to a decision internally. 

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