acacia’s & daisy’s /hana&taejun
Her friends are appalled at the sight they see before them -- if only because it is such a rare sigh to see. The brunette rarely ever got drunk, known to be a heavy-weight by all and the opposite of sloppy. But tonight Hana was drowning her feelings in the burn of the liquor, giving into her indulgences, dancing heavily and kissing any cute guy in her vicinity. She was vengeful, confused, and resentful of herself for constantly thinking of him. Hated herself for conjuring up Taejun’s face in her mind. resentful that he’d stayed true to his word.
He was the acacia, cyclamen, daffodil, and daisy’s that burned into her back. The smell of warmth and the respite from her burdens. But he’d always been the one thing she couldn’t have. The invisible string she’d never been able to cut.
Oh and she was angry. Intoxicated, resentful, and angry, and she was about to give him a piece of her mind. She wanted him to remember, wanted to be heard. And she probably was. Because oh boy, the neighbors did not seem too happy about the yelling that escaped her throat. The pounding on his door as she demanded him to come out. As she reprimanded him for not picking up the phone. As she called out his name: “Taejun get the fuck out here.”