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Jongin spends a lot of his free time when he isn’t working or bothering his best friend drinking. It’s nothing excessive or something he ought to be concerned about. Usually he finds himself sore since with every new job, performance, and routine he has to go through it slowly gets more taxing. He’s pushing his body a bit more than he normally did. So the easiest way for him to relax and work the kinks out of his tense body is to drink a little. It’s just enough to get him buzzed and feel like he’s floating on a cloud usually since Jongin likes to think he has a high tolerance. He doesn’t. He offers a somewhat cheeky smile, cheeks warm, and in an oddly good mood for the usually snarky and somewhat awkward dancer. “Me too.” He admits as though that’s a secret as he downs the rest of the drink in his hand. He’s already feeling better as though the stress was gradually leaving his body and he finally could unwind for the day. “Though I think that’s the last drink I’ll have or otherwise I might find myself face planted on the sidewalk somewhere.” He jokes, half serious.

She’d been serving him all evening, and so it’s no secret that he’s been drinking, besides, he’s not doing anything wrong, it’s not like he’s drinking on the job, not like she is. “I know that--” she gives a small roll of her eyes, though sighs soon after he mentions it being his last. They always say that, but it never really is their last. “Sure sure...” despite his half serious tone, she doesn’t sound too convinced, and so without hesitance, she reaches for his glass, and tops it off. It’s early yet, but Erebus has a good amount of people occupying the floor space. Business is booming. Not that Sooyeon particularly cares, besides, she likes evenings where its quiet more than when it’s busy, because despite being young, she’s not the type to enjoy night-life--at least, not on the party scene. “Move along ma chere, you make the place look crowded.”

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after sehun locked up the flower shop, he usually went straight home to check on his roommate, and it became such a routine that sehun had to halt in his tracks halfway home when he recalled other plans he had for the evening. his roommate could survive one night on his own; sehun’s schedule would be back to normal tomorrow, or so he assumed.

anticipation filled him to the brim, and excitement had him bouncing in every step he had to remind himself he was not allowed to float mid-air while he was out among the living. that would get him in complicated situations, and he did not want to add any more taxing things in his life right now.

this opportunity the god of dreams -- jongin, he was jongin now -- had given him, to be able to find another hobby, an activity that could possibly relieve him of some of the stress sehun felt everyday while trying to fit in and live, was irreplaceable. sehun was filled with so much gratitude, he had no way to explain it, and words, he thought, would not ever be enough.

the first time sehun saw jongin on that stage, he was astounded, and that was for a lack of a better word. he wanted to meet jongin, wanted to be able to learn from him, thus when jongin ever-so kindly offered to fulfill his after-death wish, sehun could do nothing but nod his head.

sehun waited outside the establishment jongin danced at, worried both about his roommate and what jongin would think of him. sehun could not think of himself as any more but a disappointment. with a sigh, he leaned against the concrete wall, looked down at his feet, and waited for jongin to walk out of the building.

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For someone who was suppose to be grace, elegance, and all things refined considering what he did for a living Jongin was nothing of the sort outside of the theater. In fact his posture is bad, his hair is unruly, his manners are cringe worthy, and his eating makes even the most hardened people blink in utter shock. He’s suppose to be watching his weight. He still hasn’t hit that point where is metabolism slows down and thinks most of it has to do with his rigorous daily exercise. He’s on the bad side of twenty but good side of thirty, at twenty-four and very body conscious. If he hopes to continue his good relationship with good food he will have to sacrifice all the time he can get at the gym. He looks up from his favorite takeout chicken and wipes his mouth, hoping to catch any crumbs or grease. “hm? the food? yeah, it’s amazing.” he says slowly, hoping she had been talking about the food considering he hadn’t really been paying attention to much else. He licks his finger and sheepishly smiles at her. “I did warn well in advance you my table manners are pretty tragic.”

It took her by surprise that someone practicing the fine art of ballet would be the same person wolfing down on half the fried chicken that he ordered. She didn’t mind, though--she was in fact just enjoying the sight of the person eating, and chose to barely bother him.

“I did mean the food, yes. Is everything wiped off your mind while you’re on the state of eating?” Hyosung jested, rather handing Jongin some tissues as the other attempted to remove the grease off his lips. “Is it bad that I find it amusing? You dance and try to keep your weight down, but you still succumb to this treat. I do it with pizza too, because it’s just so difficult to hold the temptation.”

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With slow sips of her apple juice, Sunmi slowly drained the little carton as she leaned her cheek in her opposite hand and stared at the wall. She had just reached a point of thoughtlessness when there was noise rising in volume. It wasn’t loud, but noticeable enough, and Sunmi easily recognized it was the sound of rain outside the walls of the facility. And that made her think of the stormy seas not far off, waves swallowing one another whole like savage beasts.

The last remnants of her juice flew up her straw with loud slurps and she finally took her lips away, licking them for the lingering sweet taste. She shot up from her seat to stand, her legs carrying her over to the garbage bin quickly. Sunmi rounded away from it towards the kitchen as she tossed the carton in, and the sound of it hitting the bottom reassured her that she could go on ahead. She already wanted another, but she needed something else a lot more. Sunmi quickly grabbed up two water bottles and a rather plain turkey, lettuce, and cheese sandwich, making sure to arrange them in her arms properly before she went to venture through the maze of corridors.

The sounds of harsh breathing and whooshing exhales made her shoulders fall back into resting position. She flipped her strawberry blonde hair up as she entered, huffing because it was in her face but her arms were too full to do anything about it. Her eyes immediately went to the figure in the middle of the room, studying him to decipher his condition. Sunmi saw him like this often, especially when things were stressful. (Mainly because she became insufferably clingy when she was anxious.) She made her way close to the mat, taking her shoes off at the edge of it before she sat with her legs crossed. “Have you slept at all?” It was a question she didn’t really need the answer to, since she knew his patterns by now. It was simply the start of a dialogue they’d had several times before, comfortable and reassuring in its familiarity. She transferred one water bottle to her free hand to extend it out to him expectantly. “How long have you been in here?”

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jongdae thinks of himself as a firm leader.

firm but fair, he remedies, despite the sadistic glint in his eyes; probably visible from a mile away as his gaze roams over the training recruits, glass held to his lips to hide the mirthful smile curled on his lips. there’s one soldier close to where he stands firm who just can’t quite grasp the technique of the 3d maneuver gear, sending jongdae into fits of chortles whenever he swings too far or too short, falling flat almost every time. it takes him only a few minutes of amused observation to make his way over, crouching down to meet the trainee’s eyes from his position on the ground.

“hey,” he starts, a brow raised and arms hanging over his knees as he sets down his glass. clicking his tongue, he lets his eyes trail over the wires of the man’s gear before straightening up to offer him a hand. “you seem like you’re having a little bit of trouble,” he comments, voice sugar coated and laced with a smile. while he does like to watch the show of mistakes, he can’t rid the thoughts of men like this being released into dangerous situations from his mind, and he’d much rather have them prepared than have time taken for his own amusement. “what’s the problem?”

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