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( kkt — 백기호 ) Duuuuude ( kkt — 백기호 ) I tried out the Chivas regal 12 year you recommended? ( kkt — 백기호 ) And out of curiosity had some with my morning cuppa.... ( kkt — 백기호 ) It’s gonna be my new go to... thanks ( kkt — 백기호 ) Anw what's up

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@umkiho
( kkt — 백기호 ) Duuuuude ( kkt — 백기호 ) I tried out the Chivas regal 12 year you recommended? ( kkt — 백기호 ) And out of curiosity had some with my morning cuppa.... ( kkt — 백기호 ) It’s gonna be my new go to... thanks ( kkt — 백기호 ) Anw what's up
carmen.
frankly, siwon had never been married to reason.
it was the poison of the wishing and hopeful, and while she was no longer either or any of those things, it didn’t mean that she’d grown a taste for truth’s bitter medicine.
maybe that’s why -- shivering and barely armed against a wet night grown iridescent -- she couldn’t help but snort as she surveyed the burning carcass of the building she’d be in a mere half an hour ago. it was all so absurd. from the fact that she couldn’t grasp onto the idea that she could’ve not only lost tonight’s money, but her life, or that she’d lost a shoe on way out or that tonight’s client really thought if he yelled at the right people, he could somehow win against the fire that raged in front of them.
she heaved a sigh hitched onto the edge of another glib giggle. in their own way, the flames were beautiful. if she forgot everything else about right now -- the crackling, the yelling, the sirens -- she could hear shchedrin’s habenera. and so she did, closing her eyes and dreaming of a world blanched red, the shape of the flames a twirling carmen dancing across her lids.
she could have stayed there forever, had it not been for a tap on her shoulder,
“excuse me, miss, but we need you to step back a bit,”
the impulse to turn happening before she could make note of it, nostalgia ringing from his tones like a bell.