Envía ❛ 𝐁𝐄𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐒 ❜ para un escenario donde: nuestros personajes están compartiendo en el puesto de bebidas.
' ¿qué estás bebiendo? ’ indaga, permitiéndose un instante de curiosidad en otra persona, quizá, a causa de un ligero consumo de alcohol previo a encuentro, pero solo acaba en un simple interrogante. mirada se desliza de vaso ajeno a facciones impropias velozmente. ‘ puedo aceptar recomendaciones. ’ concede, aquello no es algo con lo cual se muestre quisquillosa. / @moonbvin @secha
dígitos se deslizan por tomos expuestos, casi ofreciéndoles una caricia en lo que da pasos lentos, examinando títulos que se exponen en aquel lugar. ‘ debí visitarte antes. ’ confiesa en lo que deja ver ligera sonrisa, se encuentra a gusto allí. ‘ quizá inclinarme por spektra no fue mi mejor decisión. ’ musita. finalmente se voltea para encontrar facciones ajenas, permitiéndose reposar espalda en estantería que observaba con anterioridad. ‘ ¿cuál dirías que es el mejor sitio de la biblioteca? ’ / @moonbvin
kyung’s had quite enough. even going near minjae’s door hurts him because he KNOWS that he’s just beyond it. he stands there, glossy eyes and the bag of food held in one hand and he steps a bit closer to press his ear to the door. he’s unsure if he hears movement inside or not but he gives up trying to listen a few moments later. he sets the bag down, like he has been doing for the last week or so, maybe more he’s lost count of the days.
he stares at the door before he finally picks the nerves up to knock on it loud enough that minjae would hear it if he was in there. and with that, before he can hear any more, before he can be caught, kyung takes off and he uses the stairs to get to the elevator because he knows minjae would see him if he waited on the elevator on that floor. his chest hurts, physically hurts him as he leaves the building. he can’t deal with it anymore and he walks towards his car, getting in and he heads home back to his apartment.
when he gets in he looks around and he finds that the overwhelming feeling that everything seemed to be changing around him. minjae had rejected him. minnie was getting married to daehyun. and apart from that, apart from people he danced with, there wasn’t anyone else. he frowns at the thought and it all becomes a bit much so he goes straight to his room, throwing clothes into a duffle bag and he turns grabbing his keys and a notebook.
he scribbles down:
noona,
i’m gonna be gone for a few days. please don’t worry about me, i’ll be fine. i promise. i just need a few days to myself. i’ll call you, i promise.
i love you , kyung.
he stares down at it and he leaves the note sitting as he grabs his bag and his car keys from the table and he sighs leaving the apartment. he’d try and keep her updated so she wouldn’t worry about him, like he knows she will. despite the voices in his head telling him like they always did that nobody would care if he up and vanished, it was never true about miyeon. his noona. his best friend. he KNEW she would worry. with that he leaves a little cake that he’d made for her sitting next to it.
and he doesn’t want that but he can’t quite keep his act up anymore. he doesn’t want too. doesn’t know HOW to.
the days that follow are more or less a blur, it’s been three. . . no four ? nope maybe five. he’s lost count. the alcohol hasn’t helped, it really hasn’t helped. he remembers injae’s words ‘hangover’s no fun on an empty stomach’ and despite REMEMBERING he tries to forget by drinking more. which doesn’t help because by day six, almost a week since just up and vanishing, kyung feels like he might end up in the hospital. he’s been so drunk for almost a week that he’s numb to pretty much anything.
that includes the fight he gets into on that same night, he doesn’t know how it had gotten so out of hand, how the guy had ended up punching him instead of the guy who had been throwing insults at him like there was no tomorrow. and he ends up ina fist fight and is almost beaten to a pulp if someone else hadn’t stood in. he ends up with bruises littering across his face, busted lip, a black eye and a split eyebrow. all because he’d attempted to defend himself. but it didn’t matter because he didn’t feel it. not until that next morning on the seventh day. he wants to vomit, because there’s no alcohol left and he KNOWS there’s only a few days, barely even a week before his big performance and he’s spent the last week wallowing.
so he drives home, knowing full well that he shouldn’t be driving not after the excess amount of alcohol he’d consumed the night and nights before. but he doesn’t care, he reaches the apartment a little before ten in the morning and he sluggishly pulls himself into the building and walks upstairs. every step he takes make him want to vomit but he doesn’t and he manages to finally reach his door.
his palm sweats and his hand is shaking as he unlocks the door to his shared apartment, the keys rattling inbetween his fingers and he frowns trying to steady his hand. he catches sight of his reflection in the glass and he almost snorts out of annoyance, he looks like a mess. like he’s been hit by a freight train. and he looks at himself in disgust before going back to
“ hey. “ a voice calls out to him before he can even open the door and he turns, where there would be usually a soft expression, even a polite smile on his face the boy his eyes land on stares at him as he’s met with a cold expression. kyung simply lifts his eyebrow at him. “ shit are you okay ? “ he asks. kyung just shrugs. “ as good as i’m ever going to be. “ he says, his voice void of any emotion. “ what do you want ? “ he then cuts to the chase.
“ is ... miyeon-ah there ? “ he asks. this has to be hanbin, it has to be and he tries his best, he really does not to be an asshole but where does being nice get him ? nice and sweet isn’t going to get him anywhere and he hates it, because this is foreign to him, it’s actually hurtful to himself. “ i don’t know. i’ve not been here. and even if she was, what does it matter to you ? “ he asks.
he looks taken back by the annoyance in kyung’s tone. “ i’m sorry. “ he says rubbing the back of his neck. “ i just wanted to talk to her about something. “ he says and kyung sighs. “ you know where she works, if she’s not there, then call her. “ he ignores hanbin’s protests as he goes in and closes the door in his face, locking it behind him and he drags himself through to the living room and he collapses onto the couch. he should go practice but he really doesn’t have the energy to do so and instead he slips into a restless sleep.
