the in-between
@rmarceline
some cacophony or another later and jaewon is a drunk mess. he might’ve played too much beer pong ( and lost ), or got himself in a drinking game ( or two, or three ), but who can blame him? it’s a pre-requisite of being a dog, a hound, a more acceptable kind of monster: the kind that smiles and makes friends and pats the backs of others in passing, and wears gloves to keep the real kind of enemy from seeping into anyone else’s skin. and he passes by them all, one by one, drinks and laughter and sharp words barked at each other in a series of unfortunate words, until he finds himself stumbling outside with the ghost of a laugh hardly-swallowed.
and this is where he finds her again.
he could have sat anywhere, but he decides to be next to her. ( he always does. ) there’s no drink in his hand, now. not anymore. his lungs have been begging for reprieve, and when he situates himself by her side, his hands are flat against either side of him – on the spaces where she isn’t – and he looks at her with all the familiar comfort of a fresh breath of air.
“my seelie queen has decided to take a break from the festivities, i see,” he observes, words only slightly slurred, hair mussed in that alpha kind of way. she’s still as perfect as ever. “i missed you back there,” and his smile is a little more somber, and he leans back a bit more, “you didn’t say hi when you came in.”
