“i prefer you without the costume on.”
ODD HALLOWEEN STARTERS : accepting !
it’s a night full of bright lights, sweat & heavy aromas—the smell of alcohol & stranger's perfume. it’s all something hana has become accustomed to. enjoying everything the nightlife the town has to offer, from the tunes which play in the background of her favorite club, all the way to the vibration & movement that came from the strangers she danced with.
yet, it is an unexpected collision which has the young woman brought back to reality, & it’s a late reaction, as she hears a vaguely familiar voice speak out to her. but, it’s due to her inebriated state that it takes a brief moment for hana to comprehend the situation at hand. the words which have been sent her way delayed. however, once the girl is finally capable of peeking through long lashes, it is then that a sudden sense of distaste overcomes her. some sort of aggravation blistering under skin as she feels the temperature in her face rising. & the hands that were once swaying to the music are quickly sent to her side . it was their visage which sparked an almost forgotten memory of a past relationship that had ended on bad terms.
forcing a smile upon her face, a small scoff escapes past painted lips. her words slurred together as the smell of whiskey rolls off her breath. ❝ i bet you would, ❞ hana lets out a small exaggerated laugh, a dry kind of choking sound that pains the back of her throat. ❝ too bad it won’t be you who is going to see me without it tonight . so what ? you bored or something ? or did you decide you MISSED me ? ❞ the things which are spewed from her mouth are fueled by the alcohol which courses through her veins, & she uses them as an outlet for all her frustrations. unleashing all the tension which had been built up within her small frame because it was simply everything she couldn’t bring herself to confront. she channels her drunk agitation at the other before her.
❝ i’m not interested in any games you might have up your sleeves, minjae .❞ her brows furrow as a slim finger presses assertively into their chest. as if in accusation.
