“ shut up already, i’m not going. ”
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Taking no for an answer was rare for Gabriel, he who desired everything and aimed to earn everything he desired was not one to easily back down. Carelessly tossing fabric of coat toward younger’s visage, shoe are practically shoved onto feet, “Stop being a little bitch about it and get dressed.” His words may come off too blunt if not insensitive, although, it’d be a lie to state Gabriel held a true desire to be empathetic toward others misery. He’d honestly just never given much care toward petty grievances, at least those that could easily be mended if not forgotten and shoved away. Lingering onto one’s past, no matter time lapse, was useless, what’s done was done and in his mind had been inevitable from start.
Every action and word spoken leading toward regrets, even if deemed at time ‘accidental’, was intentional during that single moment of choice. There had and would always be a choice. Gabriel knew this from experience and despite his nonchalant demeanor and desire to not give a damn about anyone but himself, he too could shake under the quake of piled regrets. However, there was no use in lingering in them for too long. Especially when world outside promised a more optimistic view from yesterday’s woes. From the moment he’d walked into younger’s home and to the very second he’d stepped foot into male’s bedroom, Gabriel knew it’d be a headache to convince latter to join him on his otherwise shenanigan around downtown Gangnam. It was his free weekday and he’d wanted to make something of it, he’d be damned if he allowed a minor stone in the road to hinder his fun.
“I said get up.” he tosses nearest jacket into male’s direction, dark brow furrowing in sign of annoyance, “Are you going to allow something like this to ruin your day? Put on the damn jacket and let’s go out. I’ll make you forget your regrets for one night and one night only – how kind of me, ey?” he wiggles his brow, loosening their tension as an wry smirk works it’s way upon his tier; extremity pushing into pockets. It was wrong to drown one’s woes in mundane vices, yet, here he was constantly pushing it all aside for the numbness of late nights of parties, violence, and alcohol. “You’re going, it’s not really an option.”
