HE ISN’T SURE HOW HE ENDED UP HERE, aimlessly wandering into a neighborhood he was all too acquainted with. the familiar streetlights and apartment windows had hardly CHANGED in the time that kihyun had kept his distance, meaningless hours spent drinking inwoo AWAY but still thinking of him despite the futile attempts not to. it was, coincidentally, a recklessly consumed bottle of vodka that led him to sit on the curb outside of inwoo’s building, cigarette carton in one hand and his phone in the other, trying to make SENSIBLE decisions without the basic cognitive ability needed to do so. but as EXPECTED, his impulses reacted before his brain could, nimble fingers typing a quick succession of messages to inwoo before kihyun could take a moment to consider LEAVING the area and the other alone — a much smarter decision, by far.
( SENT→ DON’T TEXT ): i;m outside ( SENT→ DON’T TEXT ): like sittinhg on the fuckuing curb oustde ( SENT→ DON’T TEXT ): i’ll go if u want me to thoughjk fuck i jst miss u
( @jexnwoo )
