make it right.
@idjowi at a club a little after returning from chile.
when kiwon first met jowi, it was with gunwoo by her side. they'd hit it off well enough, and despite himself he maybe felt a little jealous, though he couldn't put his finger on who of at the time. if asked now, however, he'd say of gunwoo because hell if he'd be considered jealous of jowi being with a traitor. and because when kiwon met her the second time, it was when she'd messaged him to check up on what the hell was going on with gun. at his insistence, because he was both concerned and nosey, they proceeded to go out and share their grievances over the jackass and, well. a few drinks and two pairs of wandering hands later, it became something of a routine out of need, no gunwoo mess required.
except for tonight, if jowi’s messages cursing his group member and asking kiwon to come hang out at the bar with her were anything to go by.
{ sms → jojowi } i’ll be there soon { sms → jojowi } don’t start without me { sms → jojowi } or you're buying my first round !!
he sends his reply within seconds, desperate to dig himself out of the self-deprecating hole he's gotten into after hours of trying to perfect a single high note he keeps botching lately. after all, it's easier to forget how right everyone's comments are when drunk and listening to someone else's problems. he shakes the thought on his way back to the dorm, dressing himself in dark clothing (uselessly so, due to the peeping pink of his hair) before slipping out and heading to the bar.
it's a familiar place by now, as there are only so many bars idols can trust, so it doesn't take him long to navigate his way through people and to a booth near the back corner. she's hard to miss, and a smile, though small due to the circumstances bringing her here, blooms on his lips the moment his eyes find her. “jowi noona,” he drawls out by way of greeting, leans heavy on his busan satoori because he knows she loves it on him.
“aw come on, i told you not to get started without me, now i have a lot of catching up to do,” he complains, though the playful smile pushing his eyes up into crescents betrays him, and slides into the booth next to her easily. his hand naturally finds the small of her back, while the other reaches for the bottle of soju on the table and pours himself a shot. he downs it quick, followed by a hiss and an elbow thudding onto the table, allowing him to rest his cheek in his hands. idly, his thumb circles against the fabric of her shirt and he smiles sympathetic towards her, “so tell me, what did my dumbass groupmate do this time and how should i get back at him for you?”
