confrontations
@sgnahri
jongin has always been a demon in human skin, so for him to dress up like a goblin king on such a prominent night as this, to take that mantel and don it like a crown ought to be telling at best, a warning at worst. he’d debated with himself about whether going as a demon might be too on the nose for someone as chaotic as he was known for being, but in the end decided to amp up the playful aspect as much as possible, just in case he needs an easy out. besides, as soon as he enters the event, he thinks he spots someone else dressed as the devil, so it’s a fair game, all things considered.
he loses yoori immediately upon arrival, the girl as eager as ever to be away from him (which he can’t blame her for, having spent all summer trapped less than thirty feet away from him), and he’s already making plans in his mind to ramp up the stream of disorder as soon as possible, but first... he must be sober when he deals with ahri. he finds her rushing about the room, the dahlia event staked on reputation and glamour, as these things usually always are, and he can tell she’s stressed about it, her movements jerky and quick. good. he wants her stretched, he wants her frayed and off-center-- he wants the truth from her.
he follows her discreetly as she wanders through the back rooms, the kitchens, the hallways, eventually finding an opportune moment to corner her in storage. getting her alone is key in forcing her to drop whatever nice act she always puts on. “ahri,” he greets, as though he’s happy to see her, flashing his teeth in what might be a grin, might be a threat. “i’ve been looking for you.” he shuts the door behind him, leaning back against it as he watches her. “nice outfit, you really blend in with the wallpaper.”
