thirst
tin weighs heavily in her small hands, the liquor spills from the brim to quench a thirst she’s forgotten about for months now. it wasn’t like she was an alcohol or anything, but it was an obvious red light when jihyun had alcohol upon the tips of her fingers. the definition of becoming a little too loud and sharing a little too much come to mind. the iconic korean tcahh is loud and imprompted, brief and settling as the small cup is plopped back onto the table. legs are folded beneath her on the plastic stool. the cool breeze of a midnight enchantment chills her but the warmth of the enjoyable soju keeps her at bay, comforted. much more than she could say of the past few hours.
when the whirlwind of weeks of preparation have finally come to an end; it feels more like a slap to the face than a breath of relief. from not knowing whether they’d be here to stay to being winded and beaten, wondering how they had just kissed the cusps of first only to grace the ground in a fallen last. their ceo had been right, it had been a roller coaster. which was why, as she watches her glass get filled up to the very edge once more, she found little solace, but much more joy, in hoping that he would understand why jihyun decided to get shit-faced the night of the finale. “here’s to ...” the glass clinked, “well, here’s to me. here’s to royal, and that grossly, third the nerd nonsense!” the english words gush haphazardly as the cup nears her lips, the burn of liquor quick to make her face cringe and lips scowl.
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