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[247jiyong]

“Can I kiss you?”

MASQUERADE STARTER SENTENCES

Catching the inquiry from a person beside so suddenly, Jiyong almost choked on the sip of punch that left a sweet liquid layer over his tongue. Putting the half-empty glass aside to avoid dropping it by accident or any other shock, a sheepish smile crawled up his lips as his eyes trailed off towards the male.

“Me?” Asking quietly, he soon breathed out a low chuckle whilst he felt the warmness spread across his face which was tinted the bright shade of red due to the alcohol he had already drank and the humid air in the ballroom. The smell of his favorite cologne was no where to be found under the scent of the cigarettes he had smoked on the balcony and the drink he had poured down his throat. “I’m not sure whether it’s the right moment...” He added abashedly, with his eyes fixed on the view below now. 

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a night of almosts || sungjong + tabi

It was probably time to stop drinking, Seunghyun mused, wavering slightly in his walk back from the bathroom. He was walking slow and taking his time but he knew his steps were nowhere near straight, being wobbly and weak. He felt like his legs were filling up with water, so he stopped a moment and leaned his back against the wall, reaching up to slide off his mask and loosen up his suit and tie. He liked the mask, he'd chosen it specifically to hide his cheekbones and draw attention away from his jawline, onto the very long, tipped edge of the nose, but it managed to be very hot under there. He regretted getting it.

He regretted being here at all. He was miserable and his presence in this masquerade was only making other people miserable as well. He'd spilled his drinks on at least three girls now and he felt really bad and guilty about that, but he couldn't help it. He lifted a hand up to his face, covering his eyelids for a moment, wishing for some peace from the throbbing in his brain, before opening his eyes and peeking through his fingers to see a figure standing in front of him. He dropped his hand and stared into the other's irises, not really sure who they were. "Have you come to kill me?"

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tell me goodbye || sungjong + tabi

This was it, it was finally time. For a while now, Seunghyun had been in a strange struggle between keeping the piled heap in his bedroom, terrified to let it go, and hating it, never wanting to see it again. Some days he just sat on his bed and played on his phone and looked at it, wondering what he was ever going to do with it. Should he just put it in a bag and stuff it into the back of his closet, never to be opened again? Or maybe he should just be completely rid of it, throw it out or better yet, set it on fire in the alleyway?

But no, he knew what he should do with it, what the proper thing to do would be. Give it back to who it belonged to. But that was the hardest option because he didn't want to see Sungjong again. Not right now. It had been a while since they had talked but Seunghyun wasn't sure if he was over it yet or not. Regardless though, he needed to do something with all that stuff, it was starting to burn a hole in his mind.

He stopped playing angry birds and got into his messages.

[text to: leave the boy alone] hey

[text to: leave the boy alone] so

[text to: leave the boy alone] i think u still have my sweater

[text to: leave the boy alone] and

[text to: leave the boy alone] i've got some stuff here for you too.. like ur pillow and yeah

[text to: leave the boy alone] swap?

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[247jiyong]

— Coffee Chats

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Coffee had always been a major part of Jiyong’s daily basis. He never experimented with their tastes and forms, his usual choice would always be pure black coffee without sugar — the one he liked the most. Sometimes a cheesecake or brownie to accompany it.

Mostly, he enjoyed this hot beverage all by himself, situated in the cafe’s corner. As much as he loved being around other people, morning coffee was his (silent) quality time. He could either spend it on analyzing random passers-by’s appearances as they walked near the window or just on taking delight in a little bit of peace, what was a contrast to the upcoming nights which were supposed to be the loudest.

The baristas weren’t the only ones Jiyong was familiar with. A boy with plump lips and big eyes was a frequent guest in there, too. He never knew his name nor his typical order, yet it looked as if he didn’t have anything regular. What they had in common was the lack of company.

Honestly, many questions about the possibly younger male rushed through his mind whenever they ran across each other again and again. Out of courtesy, Jiyong flashed a polite smile at the other when he obviously noticed him as well. Gifting the waiter with a small nod of a head as he settled his awaited black coffee on the table, he curled his fingers around the cup and sighed under his breath at the pleasant warmth spreading across his hand.