@fmdyoojin! / #fmddmsq321 a night in new york city.
rather than giving into the feeling that she should let herself pass out, and allow yoojin to do the same, it’s their mutual experience of persisting exhaustion that actually prompts eunah to knock on yoojin’s hotel room door that night. it might seem counterproductive, but eunah’s reached a stage where sleep feels almost like a chore in itself -- it’s something that she does as part of her regular routine of running around from schedule to schedule, not something she’s able to even enjoy anymore. she isn’t sure if yoojin’s gotten there quite yet, but she’s still convinced that it would do her member good to spend more time out in the city that never sleeps, doing something out of the norm, doing something different.
though, she supposes there isn’t actually much different about visiting a café late at night, sitting on brown leather sofas as jazz plays on a record player from the corner. it is a change of scenery, however, and that’s good enough for eunah to finally feel like she can let out the breath she’s been holding. it’s better than a hotel room, anyways, the most constricting of liminal spaces, in eunah’s opinion. bag half unpacked, barely cracked open complementary toiletries, a foreign bed, no time to settle in before rolling her suitcase down the corridior all over again -- no, thanks. she sips at her green tea with that relief in mind. for the time being, they can pretend to be normal.
“this place is nice, right?” she likes the anonymity its dim lighting provides, a world away from the eyes that were all over them as they danced in times square earlier in the day.
