overture.
@arcjihoon ; 11:45 pm, moonsoo’s room.
moonsoo knows he's not the easiest person to get along with, to even want to be around. it comes with the territory of who he is as a person, and who he's twisting himself into with the aid of his newfound abilities. control placed in the hands of someone that's desperate for it doesn't often lead to the best of circumstances. still, there are some that are capable of putting up with him, of looking past the selfish manner in which he lives by. that doesn't mean it's not for lack of trying (conscious or not), and moonsoo has an uncanny ability to pick and prod until eventually something gives. until eventually it all collapses and people pull themselves away from the chaos that he is.
a self-fulfilling prophecy, and moonsoo can never seem to curb the destructive tendencies he has. can never seem to stop pushing people away, separating himself from the mentality that nobody really matters, that everyone can be bent to his will like marionettes.
jihoon is among them, a sardonic streak to match moonsoo's own, though perhaps not quite as pointedly cruel. it seems to be an unmatched specialty that moonsoo possesses. they're friends, the sort of friends that drink together, the sort of friends that keep each other updated about what's going on in their lives. more specifically, moonsoo had been aware that jihoon and areum briefly dated, that jihoon wasn't entirely over it. more specifically, moonsoo is the type of friend that didn't give that a second thought when he was placed on a team with areum, and they got more than a little close. after all, his own needs are ranked far above jihoon's. it's how he compartmentalizes everything, anyway. so self-centered that he doesn't pause to think if jihoon will care, just carries on like normal. lets jihoon into his room to drink and marathon their way through a collection of torrented movies.
moonsoo's cheeks are tinged pink, and his hood is yanked up over hair. it's in a messy state, turned that way after one too many times of dragging his fingers through it. he's a little past the point of tipsy, meeting drunk at a halfway point. maybe he'll be gone completely if he downs a few more drinks. "you turned quiet." moonsoo notes, leans his head back against the couch cushion behind him from his pace on the floor (he'd decided it reuquired far more effort to climb back onto the couch after the last time he'd rolled off of it to pick something else to watch). "was the movie too scary? poor jihoon." he teases with a lethargic chuckle, shifts to reach a hand up, pats reassuringly at jihoon's knee. "should we switch to something kid friendly?" he asks as a follow up, tips his head back to throw grin jihoon's way.