⏤ don't make it harder on me
@magdvlene | in the end, jihoon always finds himself coming back to her.
or at least, that's what he concludes when his eyes fall upon her after over a year since their separation. he doesn't think of himself as particularly religious, not the type to think there is a plan that everyone needs to follow, but he's open to believing that things do happen for a reason, falls into place a certain way.
he also isn't a familiar face within the club scene, feeling stilted amongst the obscure lighting and hedonistic proclivities. but what coaxes him is the potential building of camaraderie with his fellow models, an invitation that extends to him after a shoot wraps up for the day. fifteen minutes after their entrance and already halfway down his manhattan, jihoon still feels like a fish out of water, hesitant of what to do or how to even appear natural in this environment; something that he's chided about from his peers but ends up laughing off. it's about an hour in that his eyes pick up on the sight of jinah ⏤ not only him, but his peers and probably half of the patrons of the establishment as well. it's obvious to almost everyone that she's strung out, the echoes of an argument intermingling within the reverberations of music. however, the man she's being reckless with is almost twice her size, and the sight of that alone has his spine straightening in his seat, gaze direct at the altercation but not moving. not just yet. with the expiration of their relationship jihoon isn't sure if his presence would only engender a worse outcome than what's transpiring at the moment. the friend next to him says some smart comment that doesn't even make it to his ears, falling to the wayside.
when things seem to escalate to the point that the burly men in black start making their way over, he finds himself almost springing over without a second thought; elongated legs allowing him to stride over in hopes of turning down the temperature and taking her away from the commotion. and it's only whenever he comes into full view of jinah that his breath hitches, that same constriction within his lungs that he used to sustain when she would show up to dates or important in the same state, especially after she would state that it was the last time. it's also that same idea of it's a disease that reiterates within his mind that, something that also gives him a sense of tunnel vision, doesn't allow him to give up on her, always kept him coming back. it's what courses through him as he wedges his way between the men and jinah, energizing him enough to enunciate back the fuck up and what the hell is wrong with you? at the man bucking up to a small woman, and assuring the bouncers that she's going to leave. it's then that he turns to his ex-girlfriend, an ambivalent grin blooming upon his features as he takes her by the wrist, leading her away for a bit, "jinah, hey," tone tender as it was a year ago, "this is a lot, let me take you home. can you make it to the car or should i carry you?" he questions, hoping that she will acquiesce his request just this once. he swallows, bending at the waist to level with her as he drinks in every feature, heart drooping at the sight, "let me help you. you don't have to see me again after this if you want."
