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[nvoki]

         The girl yawns slightly as she leans against the wall of the building, bringing her cigarette to her mouth and taking one big, last puff before smashing it in the big ashtray outside of Static Media. Wispy smoke escapes her cherry-red lips in a sigh and she rubs at her eyes sleepily before heading inside to meet her leader for practice, grumpy because of how little sleep she had gotten the night before. 

         She grumbles to herself, lips pouting as she makes her way towards the practice room. On the way, she bumps into someone, the sudden impact making her lithe form stumble and almost fall. Wide chocolate hues lift to meet the eyes of the person she had bumped into, apologies already gathering on her tongue. "I am so sorry, I was not looking where I was going" Alice frowns, dark eyes studying the person she had ran into. "Are you alright?"

[mug40]

█ ▌Pick Me Up || Open

            Restless, irritable; had his hair been longer, it would have been torn out. As dusk approached and the day faded of it’s light, not a single damn thing had gotten done.

            You know what had gotten done? The floor littered with scraps of paper, lyrics not up to par. Verses recorded, verses deleted. Strings of curses. A collection of fast food scraps piling up in the corner. Cigarette butts crowding the ash tray — the ash tray he hadn’t bothered to empty it’s contents in… how long? A whole hell of a lot of nothing.

            No point pushing it, his mind just wasn't with it today, whatever the fuck that meant. He’d probably stop off and pick up a pack of tall cans, head home. Something.

            A few hours, and more than a few in his system later, Jiyong found himself up and out wandering again, doing the streets of Seoul no justice lingering out of his apartment a little sloshed.

            Patting his back pocket, the other three following. Fuck. Empty. Just his luck. Really, just his luck he’d realise half the way to the convenience store for the next round that he’d forgotten his wallet.

            "Aye!" He shouted — so obnoxious — to whomever would give him the time of day, "You got like… some cash you can throw my way?"

            Sad, a sad sight, truly, the day Jiyong's broke ass needed to bum money from some straggler off the street. He should be ashamed, but he wasn't. He never was. He’d pay them back though. Maybe. Probably not if he was being honest.

[mxyvko-blog]

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