#*reactiongame

[rkcheri]

"don’t you dare come near me!"

jihyun settles in her spot. the apartment door is open by the other refuses to relieve herself from the premises, instead she stands her ground in such a way that jihyun, despite all the tricks she somehow managed to push up her sleeve, can’t penetrate. it’s a fortress that jihyun this time can’t attack. there’s no crumbling on the other end. it’s different this time.

her own facade is cracking, watching as the other stares at her in a way that jihyun can’t help but look away from. her back meets the wall opposite of the apartment. the milky decor of the hallway a stark contrast to her matte composition of fabrics. she’s black on white. a dull comparison to the lively form of a woman that she can’t seem to look in the eye. jihyun says nothing. it isn’t because she can’t. no, she can say the necessary apologies, the useless excuses and the lame regrets every other person seems to say in this situation; but she doesn’t.

she knows better.

instead she doesn’t say anything. head rising to look at the other, dismissing the way eyes meet in a difference of emotion. anger versus regret. blonde shadows her eyes as she moves, departing the entrance of the jung residence. drifting in line with the floor towards the elevator, watching and falling into the depths of the apartment levels as it proceeds to bring her to the ground. the ride is silent, it’s quiet and as the car meets the main – jihyun pauses the elevator.

finger bumping into the red alert button just as her head eases into the cool surface of the door, the tears finally taking reign over her emotions.

there’s no sorry, there’s no blame, all that was left to be recalled for her actions was regret. 

[rkcheri]

"Just leave me alone."

she sees him through her fingers, the slender digits creating a useless wall at her eyes as they press into her forehead. rubbing the exhausted lines that had appeared away. she’s weary, tired, and she doesn’t want to argue with him anymore. for the seemingly few minutes that she had allowed him in, the argument that had immediately started up after several tokens of a few words made time feel like ages had come by rather than a few dozen of seconds.

“then leave.” she doesn’t want him to, but it doesn’t seem like he’s willing to stay. the questionable tone rises in his voice. it makes jihyun’s lips part and her hand drop, frustrated at they way they continued to go back and forth about this. “i’m tired, hoseok. leave.” she says, standing from her seated position at the kitchen table. the mug of tea that had once been warm shifted to the side as she pushed herself away from the wooden furniture.

“you want me to leave you alone,” is that it? 

“then fucking leave.” then i’ll let you go.

[rkcheri]

"Do you remember this?"

jihyun stares at the photo that is placed in her hands. confusion comes as an apparent second-nature revelation nowadays. the abundance of questions that revert her usually joyous face peers at the male, eyebrows thrown together in misunderstanding. “no,” she begins, she feels sorry at the way his face immediately drops at her answer. “i don’t remember this.” the photo is given back only to be replaced with another, the same question repeated only for this one to be pertaining to the photo that mirrored her face except ten years younger.

it’s hard to remember. the bandage that restrains the wound that had crowned her forehead aches but it doesn’t hurt as much as it did a few days ago. it’s sad to say her memory isn’t the same way. fingers rise to press into her temple, rubbing at the flesh that laid there before the hand dropped to rest at her thigh. the periwinkle blue blanket that covered her waist and down felt soft and stuffy. or perhaps it was just the room. or these exercises — or the man who was initiating them. it was all giving her a migraine.

“can we pick this up tomorrow? i .. i’m sorry i just can’t remember who you are.” she says, not once noting the familiar silver band that hung from his neck. 

[rkcheri]

"I just want to cuddle."

black covers are strewn all over, it’s milky onyx mixture spills over the edge of the bed in an act of leisureliness and laziness. she makes no gesture to disguise her obscene form, instead she lets her eyelids flutter over dried pupils, a sleepy sigh lifting from her lips instead of an answer. when she opens her eyes again, she turns her head to blink at the male, the questionable swirl appearing behind the auburn screen.

“i didn’t peg you for a cuddler.” jihyun presses her cheek into the accompanying pillow, blonde hair following her movements to drift against her shoulder blade, flowing by the command of gravity to tickle her collarbone, eliciting a giggle from the action. eyes close but she doesn’t sleep, “you just want to feel my boobs against your chest.” she mutters a beat late, satisfied with the disbelieving laugh that follows suit. 

[rkcheri]

"You mean everything to me."

eyes roll, the bottle in her hand tipping back to let the last trickling drops of tame auburn mix with her taste buds. “you say that as if it’ll be the last thing you’ll ever say to me.”  

she turns her head only to make direct eye-contact with the lit cigarette that is found in between long, slender fingers. it makes whatever words that have come to surface quiet down immediately. her gaze dropping to stare at her sneaker-clothed soles, watching them kick at the air from under the bench they sat upon. heels barely scuffing the floor beside his never-ending extension of limbs.

she doesn’t say anything more after that, instead allowing the night air to swivel and resurrect that silence that swarmed around them, filling in the space that sat between her and jonghyun. it doesn’t bother her. the cigarette smell, the way the smoke lifts from the burning bud into the cool air; allowing spectacles of it’s ash to filter and flow towards her direction, not even that gets her. none of it bothers her.

and it doesn’t, but something does. she doesn’t know if it’s the way he’s saying things to her or the way he’s acting so nonchalant about everything, but something does bother her. “promise me that’ll be your last one..” she says at first, eyes drifting to stare at him from the tiny corner of her golden orbs, “promise me it’ll be the last for tonight.”

perhaps it does bother her, but she doesn’t say it so outright.

[rkcheri]

"I have to go."

the plate is held steadily, carefully, in two small hands. prim beige meets porcelain ivory when lithe digits wrap around the curved rim of china, eyes discarded to stare at the small stains that littered the windows. the panes that had once been drenched all but left a scatter of dried marks in their slippery wake.

“but –” she finally meets the younger girl’s gaze, noting the distinct confusion that edges in slowly. “dinner.” she draws attention to the plate she holds in her hands, blinking – the suggestion of subtle disappointment swirling in auburn orbs.

“i thought we were eating in.”

“something came up, jihyun.”

it went back and forth, the words – the excuses. to a point that jihyun, without notice, dropped the plate. fingers rising to run a frustrated hand through lazily curled blonde tendrils. the annoyed grimace that made it’s mark upon the facade of youth, tearing at the eased nonchalance that jihyun had thought she wanted to maintain. it was too late.

soon enough another plate was thrown, aimed directly for the other’s head only to crash and smother the opposite wall in shards of white – piper’s well-being something jihyun had no intention of thinking about at the moment.

“you always fucking do this!” she cried, the tears heatedly streaming down milky cheekbones, drawing crystal lines towards her neck.

“when is it going to stop, piper?”

[rkcheri]

"Don’t go."

“i –” the words are unnerving. they stutter and slip undignified past frozen lips. the flickering of her dark irises meet his own in a frenzied panic. she doesn’t know what to do – what to say. the other’s beck and call of digression from her task has her faltering. she needs to leave, some part of her wants to before anything gets out of hand. jihyun knows this is wrong, morally – physically, even her conscience has her screaming that taking the next two steps would be good for her.

the cab driver glanced back to them. from the petite twenty year old to the abnormally tall thirteen year youth. the absurd aura that radiated from the pair something that had him turning his head back to stare at the abyss that made the empty street that expanded before the yellow-orange vehicle.

“please.”

eyes depart. finally meeting the asphalt in a steady grasp of reality, even the words that steadily depart from the younger’s lips have jihyun shaking, nerves rising and falling in even intervals with her breathing. her rib-cage squeezing each and every breath that comes in only to forcibly push it back out, the air unwanted.

“just go home, dongjin.” lips close upon the command, a door slams as the vehicle is set to drive off but the blonde strays, standing to stare helplessly at the other before turning on her heels; becoming one with the dark as she begins her long trek home. 

[rkcheri]

"How drunk are you right now?"

a hand waved in front of her face. the mere action had jihyun’s eyes going crossed, a notion that didn’t help pass the wave of nausea that tried to force it’s way past tightly-pressed lips. “i feel like i’m going to throw up,” the blonde vocalist mumbled as she bent over the fence, head dropping upside down (as if that would help her push the nauseating feeling away).

fingers brush parted lips, easing several breaths past them before her eyes fall closed, as if she had finally succumbed to the sleep that wanted to take her over for ages now but no — she was merely trying to settle her upset stomach. the alcohol not doing it’s justified task in making her feel bubbly and warm. instead it had made her sick and uncomfortable, especially in front of her hoobae — something jihyun knew was considered extremely unprofessional.

“sorry about this,” the girl sighed, removing herself from the wooden divider to instead sit against it, laying her head onto it’s vertical alignment. “this probably wasn’t the celebration you were expecting, huh?” flash of the moments that had passed several hours earlier moved against her mind’s eye, the way her simple and innocent suggestion of drinking with the older girl was fresh behind eyes — and yet here they were now, with jihyun slightly buzzed but extremely nauseous while the other was surely hating the younger’s company.

“i don’t mind, you’re funny when you’re drunk.” even the older’s reassurance didn’t help jihyun’s conscience, specially when the sounds of her lips parting and the nausea that drove straight from her stomach zoomed past them.

this was not fun.