( 3:03 am ━ malie
@rkmalie
it’s too late ( no too early ? ) - when junhong leaves the last club of the night - the ringing of the bass is echoing in his ear. this was the last time he was club hopping with these group of friends, they were on the same level of abgs and frat boys he used to hang with in california. and there was a reason he left that group behind when he moved to korea earlier this year.
but that’s beside the point, junhong had found himself in some twenty-four hour mini mart - dying phone in hand as he struggled to bring the plastic bowl of ramen to one of the outdoor tables along with the bottle of water he had purchased.
which lead the horrible accident of junhong dropping said bowl of ramen onto the floor as he fumbled to the table. a tired sigh left the young man’s lips as he sat down beside the fallen bowl. “ you know there’s probably a meme that would be perfect for this moment, and i’m mad that i couldn’t post about this own my twitter before it happened.”
