@rmjaewon
( *` it was that time of night – when rather than being at a party, one seemed to be IN the party; it was a beast of its own, swirling and heaving in and upon itself; where one had to either move with it, or risk being trampled – or even worse, spat out – by it, and so move mideum did, lips wearing a bit more whiskey hued warmth than before. she was the kind of drunk than begged for something familiar, something beloved to remind that it was beloved, and so it was with a renewed determination she searched for her date, throwing her arms around him when she found him ) ji–! ( *` even through the haze, it didn’t take more than a sylabble for her to realise the boy wrapped up in her embrace wasn’t whom she wanted him to be, a truth that brought a pout to pretty, petal lips ) you are not him, i’m afraid.