party favors,
starter for @idjunho xlnc hotel room, party
part of her regrets listening when junho had told her to go up to his room ahead of him. eunju had lingered a little longer, chewing anxiously at her lower lip, worried by the nearly tangible tension in the air, before taking his key card and making the short trek to the elevator that would take her up. she had a bad feeling, hated feeling helpless to defuse a situation that was very obviously, very quickly going south, but she’d had enough to drink that she doubted she’d have really done anything to help either. even now, laying on the first bed she’d reached when she’d walked in, shoes on the floor, tipsy on drinks that she wasn’t even legal to drink in america, she wonders what’s taking so long, if everything had sorted itself out or if it’d devolved into something much worse. they’d both looked so upset, so angry. she hopes sanha gets to his room okay, hopes he sleeps off whatever bug has crawled up his ass and into his head to make him act the way he is.
(it’s probably the same shitty virus that makes him cheat at board games, which, obviously, she can’t prove but she's a sore loser and that's the only explanation. obviously.)
anyway - she’s here for a reason and thinking about what's going on downstairs is only doing more harm than good for her mood. she and junho had been waiting for an opportunity like this for weeks now - a chance to sneak away from the prying eyes of their peers and the public to spend some time alone. for, well, sex, primarily, but eunju also likes to think that the time spent between fooling around and making googly eyes at each other has been nice, too. she likes getting to know junho, thinks her instincts are giving her all the right signs about him, even though she’s gotten a cut eye or two from trainee friends who don’t trust him. they don’t know him. he’s a good guy. she feels it, doesn’t know why people treat her like she’s dumb when it comes to this kind of thing. she knows people, thinks she knows people - knows they aren’t all that bad.
she believes in good.
eunju sighs out loud, rolls over onto her stomach, not bothering to tug her dress back down where it’s ridden up under her ass. she’s the only one here, anyway, and it seems like that’ll be the case for a while. she reaches over to grab her little purse, big enough to carry her own room key and her phone, which she pulls out. she’s unlocking it with the intention of very brattily spamming him in kakaotalk with reasons to hurry the fuck up (and to maybe bring back something to drink while he’s at it) when there’s a rap against the door. she’s up in the next second to open it, pausing only briefly to press up on her toes to peek through the peephole.
“oppa, what was that about?” she asks, wasting no time, once the door opens and he’s the one behind it. “is everything okay?”