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@seulgicv
Taemin's legs are stuck through the rungs of bars that block the fall from the second floor of the balcony to the first. He swings his foot back and forth rhythmically, one shoelace spinning lopsided circles in the air, had come undone earlier and he hasn't bothered to knot it back up again. Seulgi's at his side, along with a bottle of wine at his thigh, perhaps a near-joke to match the ornate setting they've placed themselves in. Like wine will match the grandeur of room despite Taemin’s ratty jeans and Seulgi’s oversized sweatshirt. They came to investigate if the warning the Supreme laid out for the students is true. A largely dubious decision on Taemin's part, considering the last time he'd set off to do that very same thing he'd absolutely hated the outcome.
Perhaps he's possessed, or perhaps Seulgi had been a convincing enough voice to push him into the ballroom next to her. Everything feels normal anyway, just the rattle of the vents somewhere high above them and the clink of an echo whenever one of them settles the bottle back between them, glass scraping against wood. Or maybe it's just a twisted impulse to torture himself, still has visions of ghosts running through his head late at night when he can't sleep from the party a month ago, and they weren't even real. Just hallucinations born out of his own mind and the wrong combination of ingredients and magic. It's a stupid decision, especially because he's been forcefully bonded. He doesn't want Yoongi to pick up on his insecurities, his fears (he doesn’t even want to lay that weight on Seulgi, but at least he can handle her knowing).
Taemin knows somewhere in the back of his head that it’s a terrible idea, so he picks up the bottle and takes a very long sip, wants to traipse his way into tipsy so everything will seem just a little easier. "Seems like a hoax." Taemin sighs out, leans forward to rest his forehead against one of the bars, swings one leg to the side to thump his foot against Seulgi's. "How're things though, with like...y'know. Yoongi?" he questions, attempts to keep his thoughts shuttered of from the familiar that's broken away from their side from the time being. He's not sure if he's successful, but he hopes he is. He sighs. "It’s fucked. Just. Wish I could fix it." Taemin tacks on a little stilted, because he does. Because he's not sure what he would do in Seulgi's place if someone could run through his mind when he didn't want them to, when it was such a complicated relationship. He already hated it and he didn't give a fuck about Yoongi.