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“You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this…”

She frowned, pouting right after and shifting on the couch. “Stop it... Just let me be here, it’s comfy! I don’t wanna go to bed!” She whined in complaint, hiding her face with a cushion.

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She never expected her brother to actually join her in this silly late at night idea she had. She improvised a tent in the living room and turned the laptop on with Disney movies, surrounded by snacks. The only thing between her and the floor was a blanket, so she thought Anthony would never join her as he needed a good night of sleep to work the next day. But, for her surprise, she was dragged away from her own doze off to the feeling of her brother kindly playing with her hair, inside the tent, also watching the movie. “You came...” She smiled, snuggling closer. “Like when mom made it to us...”

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Anthony was shocked to see Phoenix crying, he wasn’t sure on what to do or what happened to her. He only met her a couple of times when his boss went to grab some supplies from her. Ever since then, he would be the one to pick up certain orders for his boss. He didn’t think the other would be crying alone at the bar, walking towards her and sitting beside her, “U-Uh… You might not remember me that well, but are you alright?”

Feeling under the weather but still had to go through a meet up for a gun deal that is about to take place, Phoenix took the empty chair at the corner of the bar. As a patron of the bar, Phoenix finds solace around the employees and customers, the mood it gives off is something soothing unlike any other bars around Incheon and Hongdae. With her sixth glass of Adios Motherfucker ( a drink that is on her shit list ), she knew that she wouldn’t last but she needed to get away, she wanted to forget the images in her head. 

She had just seen a person die in front of her-- killed mercilessly by the people that worked for her father. They don’t care about what she thinks, she isn’t the actual boss, so what they have been told by Mr. Choi is what they have to follow; regardless if Phoenix is around or not. Breaking down in front of others is not what she is accustomed to do, she knows how to hold it in, she knows not to break--but this time she couldn’t. Tears uncontrollably streaming down from her cheeks as the images of the innocent child and mother being shot to death flashes in her mind; it was vile. Her fingers are trembling as they wrap around the glass of her alcoholic beverage, she was shaking and her sobs are becoming louder. The fear of seeing some one died in front of her, she doesn’t know how to handle it, it triggers everything that she wanted to forget. 

❝ Why am I so fucking weak?? ❞ Phoenix cried out loud accompanied with a bitter laughter; not bothering anymore if the other customers are looking at her as if she is a lunatic.  ❛ U-Uh… You might not remember me that well, but are you alright? ❜ The words echoed in her head, was she being ridiculed right now? She wondered. With her hands wiping the tears off of her face, she swiftly moved her head to look at the person who asked her such foolishness. 

❝ Do I look like I am fucking alright?! If it is not obvious then I no, I am not fucking alright! ❞ Phoenix remarked, her eyes blood shot red because of the alcohol and her neck veins popping. How foolish-- how ignorant for this guy to ask her such question. Her eyes locked on the other’s visage, slowly making up where she had seen him before. It was him, the person who she was supposed to meet for the details of the gun deal that is about to take place tomorrow night. 

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✎:a journal entry about your muse written by my muse.

Dear diary,

Tony did that again. Whatever it is. I know he’s hiding something, no office job could cause him harm and too much drunk nights. I feel bad because he won’t trust me to tell whatever he’s been facing. But I should be used by now, he never tells. I wish I had his ability of reading minds too, it could be useful...Ever since mom died he’s been like this. He could give his life to take care of me, I wonder... If mom’s death caused him to be like this. I wonder if it’s my fault. It probably is, because I don’t seem to be able to help him... I never was, right? I wish I could be strong too, so I could take care of him. I’m the oldest! But above all, I think if I were stronger, if I helped more... I think he would trust me more. I just wish he could know I would give my unworthy life for him, but I don’t think he ever thinks of that. I think he thinks I should be taken care of... I wish I could change that, I just wish he could be happy. Maybe... Maybe if he didn’t have me he would be happier, free. But what is me without him? Maybe it was best if I were human like mom, so I would be able to die, and let him live his life happily, without me to be a burden. I wish he knew I’m so sorry for being like this to him....

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She spotted her brother asleep on the couch, the tv lonely turned on, when she arrived from her yuga classes. She smiled widely, since it was rare to catch her brother on his free time nowadays, the she couldn’t help but to run and sit by his side, hugging him tenderly and resting her head against his chest. He moved lightly. “Did I wake you up?”

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She instantly hugged his waist and, with no much problems, managed to drag him to the living room. “I’m not! Look at how drunk you are! What have they done to you...?” She frowned worried, getting a bit dizzy with the strong alcohol smell. Too strong for her. “Why did you do that!?” She stumled a bit as she tried to place him on the couch. “Humans are dumb, don’t listen to them!”

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“What do you mean by that? Like how did I become this cold and such..?”

“Basically.”

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“If you had to choose between a picture of dawn where the grey sky is more evident and a picture where the rising sun is more focused on... which one would you choose?” It wasn’t like Seongmin at all to approach strangers randomly like this, much less if they seemed like they were heading somewhere important while the photographer had nothing to do most of the day. But he just can’t decide which picture he likes better, and since he can’t really text a friend a polaroid picture to ask for their opinion, a stranger will have to do.