just fire alarms, and losing you
more often than not, kyungsoo finds his guts lead him towards the strangest of places at night. in this case, it led him to a bar downtown where nicotine smoke replaces oxygen and booze replaces water. regret washes over the moment he steps inside the area, feeling bile rising up his throat.
this is a mistake- this isn’t even professionalism. just personal grudge and curiosity one’s afraid to bring to the grave. he takes a deep breath, although shaky still granting him that calmness that wills his entire nerve system to relax. just because he perceive things better doesn’t mean people can just wave cold cases on his face and expect them to be solved in a minute.
his ears are beginning to ring over the buzzes of chatters so he pushes himself through the people until he finds an empty spots. kyungsoo then orders a martini--light enough to keep him conscious but effective enough to numb his senses. dark hues scan around the premises until he finds the subject of this wild goose chase.
"hey,” he calls the bartender, sliding a couple of wons his way. “one sangria for the singer.”