truth be told, getting over christian wasn’t something that had been easy for haeju, and he knows he isn’t fully over the other. just as he knows there’s a possibility that he’ll never fully be over christian or the relationship that they’d once had. however, if the other were to talk about someone else — about having feelings for someone other than haeju, he’d understand. “it’s… i don’t know if he does or doesn’t, chris. we uh — we don’t really talk about things like that and it was never supposed to be what it is. or at least, what it is for me.” he explains quietly, gaze falling to his feet as a small frown pulls on his lips. “oh stop that! there’s probably a few people in mulberry that can’t stand me and my annoying ass self. which is understandable.” he replies with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders, pressing another kiss to christian’s cheek in return for the one the other places on the top of his hand. “that’s not true either, babe. i fucked up, i let my stupid friends dictate what i did back then and it — it was dumb of me. i should have put my foot down, should have kept my phone. should have just…. called you.” he breathes out, chewing on the bottom of his lip before the pout returns once more. “you are absolutely no fun whatsoever! you can’t just threaten to spank me and then tell me i only get two kisses!!” he pouts, his tone slightly whiny as he does so. “if i hurt myself in my own home, it’s my fault! hurry up old man, we don’t have all day.” haeju calls in a teasing tone, leaning against the counter once he’s entered the kitchen. “if you keep putting yourself down like this, i’m gonna have to kiss that out of you..”

olivia isn’t even sure what it is about christian that seems to have her wrapped around his finger without him even realizing it. sure, the thoughts in her mind were thoughts of her taking charge over the entire situation, he still somehow had her just as intrigued as he was over her. perhaps she’d need to act on those thoughts and feelings sooner than she expected. “oh?” she asks, taking another step towards him. “and if i were to be the one to make the first move? how would you react?” olivia asks, gently tugging at the hairs on the back of his neck as a slight smirk. the sigh that passes through his lips causes her brow to raise lightly. if she were honest with herself, she would know she’s completely forgotten about the real reason she’d shown up to his apartment at all. “you don’t have to know what to do right away, baby. you learn as time goes on.” olivia explains with a shrug of her shoulders, a small laugh falling from her lips. “considering you’re as responsive to me touching you as you are, trust me, i’ll be showing up at least twice a week — if not more.” she breathes out, turning to glance at him as he explains why his alcohol is in his room. though she’s quick to gently brush past him, purposely letting her hand drag across his back and waist as she does so to place herself on the end of christian’s bed. “what’s your poison? vodka, whiskey, tequila?”

she doesn’t know a lot about him, or well, a lot about most of the people that live in mulberry that she hadn’t had conversations with. so she isn’t sure what his ‘normal’ is, doesn’t know that he’s usually reserved and whatnot. but he doesn’t seem like that’s what he wants right now, and olivia can’t get enough of it. perhaps it was horrible of her, but the food that she’d brought for the two of them that currently sat on christian’s living room table was now the furthest thing from her mind. “what a shame.” olivia breathes out gently, eyebrow raising as she takes one small stop towards christian. “you’ve missed out on quite a bit of fun then, christian.” she continues, fingers lacing into the hair at the nape of his neck. he seems interested in what she’s saying, though of course, she isn’t going to push him if that’s not what he wants after all. however, she’s extremely intrigued by him, by how he was reacting towards her words and touches, how his eyes lock with hers before he admits that he’s ready to experience more. “i can’t make that choice for you, baby. but if you really are, i’d be glad and honored to be the one to show you.” there’s a certain air to her tone, a small smirk forming as his fingers find the back of her neck. it’s then that she turns her head, placing an open mouthed kiss to christian’s wrist, nipping at the skin ever-so-slightly before a soft smile returns to her features. “well then, i’ll start showing up more often i guess.” she giggles, quietly following christian down the hall. “you know, most people keep their alcohol in the kitchen.. but i can’t say i’m complaining. bedrooms are so much more comfortable.”

haeju’s intoxicated state causes him to giggle as he’s picked up once more, head instantly falling onto christian’s shoulder once more. “no, i — i know christian. it’s just, it’s complicated and well, i still… i still love you, but i —  i also think i love this person… so it’s just — complicated.” he breathes out, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. he doesn’t wanna talk about it, not right now. maybe eventually, when it hurts a little less. however, he’s content the second he’s in chris’ lap, hands gently resting the other’s sides. “you better not, you’re comfy.” haeju mumbles, pressing a kiss to the other’s collarbone. he knows he could fall asleep like this, he’s done it before.. fallen asleep on christian far more times than he can even count. “you say that as if i didn’t beg you to do that a bunch of times before now.” the male teases with a giggle, nuzzling his nose against christian’s neck. “i was horrible — i let peer pressure fuck up our relationship. but —” haeju says with a small sigh, nodding his head gently. “we are okay, yeah. i wouldn’t have let you carry me all the way up here and be in your lap if that wasn’t the case, baby.” he says, pulling back ever-so-slightly to press a kiss to the tip of christian’s nose. “just one singular kiss? that’s not fair.” haeju pouts, bottom lip jutting out in an overly dramatic fashion. “i don’t particularly like this deal. maybe i wanted more.” he teases, though he pulls himself off the other’s lap begrudgingly, instantly holding both hands out. “come — hot chocolate’s in the kitchen babe.” though he doesn’t wait for christian to get up, already starting to stumble his way towards where they keep the hot chocolate. “baaaaaabe hurry uppp.”

“mm, don’t wanna.” haeju mumbles out once more, placing a kiss to the side of christian’s neck gently. “just want you to hol’ me.. please.” he continues, tone soft and slurred ever-so-slightly. or well, not ever-so-slightly, it’s slurred and it’s because he’s wasted and getting more and more sleepy as time goes by. “i know but — i miss you…” it’s practically a whisper at this point, fingers lacing into chris’ hair lightly. it’s true, he does. probably more than he’d admit if he wasn’t as drunk as he was. “n-no, you don’t! i can walk.” he continues to pout, bottom lip jutting out even more than it already had. “ugh, why are you bein’ so m-mean to me?” haeju teases, though, he doesn’t stop the other from pulling him closer to christian’s body, the warmth flooding over him with a small, content sigh. “at this point, i don’t care if it does though, christian. i know it will, but — i.” the silver-haired male starts, running his hand through his hair as he leans to bury his face in chris’ chest. “i just wanna forget.” he mumbles out, though there’s a slight nod that follows his words as a way to answer christian’s question. there’s so many things that he wants to be able to say, wants to be able to get off his chest. but he doesn’t even know how to vocalize any of it at this point in time. nor does he fully understand what’s going on in his own head, or understand his feelings completely. he doesn’t really want to talk about it right now, though. “what happened to carrying me, huh.” haeju teases, reaching out to grab at the fabric of the other’s shirt once more as he leans in to give haeju a hug. tho the silver-haired male doesn’t want the other to pull away, desperately clinging to to christian as tightly as possible. “i am. i always have been. t-the shit i did to you.. god.” he sighs, free hand reaching out for the doorknob. “just — hot chocolate and then can we cuddle? or… lay down? something? anything?”

there’s a smile that’s half smile, half slightly devilish smirk mixed together into one on olivia’s lips, head tilting to the side slightly as she watches him speak, eyes scanning every inch of his features. she’s obvious about it, but she’s hoping he won’t mind her checking him out. “well then, i’ll keep that mind and might even show up with a little bit of an extra surprise, just for you.” she breathes out, eyes finally stopping their traveling of his features to land back on his gaze. “soft isn’t bad, not sometimes. especially when it’s sensual.” olivia replies with a shrug, though his next words cause a smirk to form on her lips. “oh love… i meant have you ever had someone else be less gentle on you. no offense to the people you’ve been with, but if it’s all been soft, you haven’t experienced how intense it can all feel.” she continues to speak, scooting towards him ever-so-slightly so that she can gently run her fingernails down his jaw, stopping at his chin. “not to brag, since you just met me and all.. but i can promise you that there won’t be a dull moment between us if you happen to want me around more often.” liv tells him, tone shifting slightly, though she’s quick to gently cup christian’s cheek, a soft smile pulling on the edges of her lips. “i think we all have that habit when we want to, love. nothing to be ashamed of.” she starts, standing up only to hold her hand out for his. “baby, come show me where your stash is. we can pick together.”

it only takes a second for haeju to get comfortable, the feeling of having the other close to him was something he’d been used to for years. sure, they weren’t together now, but that didn’t mean haeju didn’t feel comfortable with christian. he did and he always would. “i know that s-silly.” he teases lightly, resting his chin on the other’s chest as he looks up at christian with a grin. “we can talk about it, just — later. right now i just — i d-don’t even wanna remember my own name.” haeju says with a slight sigh, fingers clutching at the material of christian’s shirt as he burys his face into the other’s chest. but before he can get comfortable, chris is picking him up, arms instinctively wrapping around the other’s neck to not only keep haeju stable, but help christian keep his balance a little better. “mmm, i kinda miss hearing you praise me like that.” the silver-haired male teases, pressing a small kiss to the tip of christian’s nose as he’s carried into the elevator. it’s then that haeju lets go of the other’s neck, trying to become less of a burden on chris. “you don’t have to carry me the w-whole time, babe.” he mumbles out, tilting his head backwards as his eyes flutter shut, trying to concentrate on anything but the fact the world felt like it was spinning around him. “i — i dunno.. my first instict is to sleep with someone else to make the pain go away, but that’d only make it worse. for me and for the situation. i’m — fuck i’m a mess, chris.”

“well whoever’s told you that can kiss my ass, because as far as i can tell you’re not boring. maybe you prefer a simple, less dramatic life than most people but it doesn’t make you boring.” she tells him with a soft smile, a shrug of her shoulders following soon after she’s spoken. being alone and liking a simple life wasn’t anything to be ashamed of. “i’d tell you not to tell me such things because i am the type to pop in unexpectedly.. but i’m not sure i want to be the person to turn down such a generous offer.” olivia teases, nose scrunching up lightly with a giggle. “you don’t know if you’re — not to be extremely blunt here but have you ever had someone be a little less ‘gentle’ with things? that’s the only thing my mind can think of when you said you don’t know.” maybe she’s being far too upfront with him, maybe she should take a step back and reel in her usual self. but she’s curious, the light bulb in her head going off as he speaks. her thought process is one she probably shouldn’t have considering he’s a complete stranger, though he does live in the same buliding as her so perhaps that’s why she’s thinking the way she currently is. “there’s no such thing as being too outspoken, you have your opinions and thoughts and you’re allowed to voice them. if some people don’t like it, then that’s their problem, not yours.” she tells him as a smile forms on her lips once more, fingers gently coming up to his chin, tilting his gaze up so that they’re eye to eye. “and i mean it when i say i’m far more interested in keeping company with you than i have been with a lot of people in a while.” the female almost purrs, a smirk pulling on her lips. “alcohol it is, for the both of us, yeah?”

he doesn’t realize how cold his fingers feel to christian because he doesn’t feel how cold he is in general, the alcohol coursing through his system keeps him warm and content. not to mention the fact he’d lost track of time forever ago. “you do though. you look better than me, always. not just when you’re next to me.” the male slurs, a small sigh of content falling from his lips as the other tries to warm up his fingers. it’s then he realize just how cold they really are, the warmth from christian’s hands causing him to feel how cold his own body was. how long had he even been outside? he’s not sure, but christian is offering to take him back inside, to where it’s warm and he can’t help but to give the other a tiny giggle. “i caaaan.” haeju whines, the pout still evident on his features. “i can walk, i p-promise.” he continues, voice a little more quiet than it had been before. though his own intoxicated state causes him to wobble, reaching out to wrap his arms around christian’s waist for support. “jus’ help, okay?” he says with a small laugh, though the next words that come from the other cause his brows to knit together. “i-” he starts, shaking his head lightly before resting it on chris’ shoulder. “but what if i don’t wanna talk about it chris?” he asks gently, glancing up at the others features for a moment. “ugh, fine. you pick.” he breathes out, knowing that christian’s going to persist on carrying him no matter what he says. “i n-never said something wasn’t wrong. i- i just wanna f-forget about it right now.”

she’s always been one who seemed to be in tune with the aura of a conversation, or just one that surrounded people in general. which is why she picks up on the fact that he attempted to ‘put himself together’ just as she had before arriving. good first impression, even better looking person. “well add me to that not very long list of friends then, sweetheart. i’m always around and usually far more bored than i’d like to be.” she teases lightly, finger coming up to boop the end of christian’s nose with a light laugh. “maybe not to you, but entering someone’s home without their permission isn’t a very good first impression, is it?” she asks, glancing over at him from behind her shoulder as they make their way to the living room. “you’ve got nothing to be nervous about. i don’t bite — unless of course, you’re into that kind of thing. then i’d defininetly consider it.” she’s naturally flirtatious so the words the pour from her lips are meant as nothing more than her teasing christian, however, if he were to comment back, she wouldn’t mind at all. “relax.” olivia starts, gently reaching out to place her hand on his shoulder with a soft smile. “well i’m glad i didn’t disappoint, though i’m not sure you’d tell me the truth if i did considering i brought food. you surely didn’t disappoint either, by the way.” the female continues to tease, eyes scanning the apartment before they land back on christian. “also, it depends on what kind of ’drink’ you’re talking about here.”

haeju doesn’t really know how long he’s been outside, not really. he doesn’t really care, though. he wants to forgets and the cold breeze that consantly seems to sting his cheeks and nose is somewhat helping those memories to blow from his mind and into the wind. it’s just what he wants, yet, memories seem to follow him around no matter what he did. this time, though, it comes in the form of christian. there’s a smile that forms on haeju’s lips as soon as he realizes who it is. “baaaaaaaabe.” he slurs out, free hand instantly reaching towards the other, a giggle falling from loosely parted lips. “oh please, you’re beautiful.” haeju retorts, playfully rolling his eyes at the other with a slight scoff. “d-don’t put yourself down like that that, o-okay?” he continues, sitting up even more to reach out for the other to join him where he’s seated on the concrete. “carry me? why would you carry m-me, huh?” haeju asks, the confusion clear on his features as he glances up at christian, unable to stop the giggle fit that plagues him and makes his speach even more slurred that it was. “i can w-walk on my own, chris.” he teases gently gripping at the sleeve of the other’s shirt as he attempts to stand up. “there’s some to share, what do you mean???” he giggles, sloshing the remainder of the vodka around in the bottle.

     suddenly her throat feels dry and there’s a dull aching in her chest when christian squeezes her hand. the action itself has a way of making her feel even more contrite than before and as much as she really does want to keep her mouth shut and move on, she can’t stop the word vomit that comes spilling out. “i got into a relationship with you when i had FEELINGS for someone else, christian. i can’t really see how that’s anyone else’s fault but mine.” dolly’s lips press together in a flat line, lifting her free hand to rub at the tip of her nose while she meets his eyes.

olivia had always been outgoing, always willing to meet and interact with new people because in a way, she thrived off of social situations and meeting new people. so when a number she didn’t really recognize replied to her mass text ( sent to everyone who lived in mulberry.. ) she was itching to meet the person behind the messages. he seemed friendly enough and willing to have dinner with her, so what could really go wrong? she’d meet someone new, the food that she’d been given wouldn’t go to waste and he’d not be hungry anymore. it was a win-win-win situation in her mind. however, once he pulled the door open, her brow raised lightly, eyes scanning his features as a small smile pulls on her lips. “being a ghost isn’t a bad thing, especially not around mulberry.” she jokes, nose scrunching lightly as she takes a step into christian’s apartment. “i’m olivia, i’m also hungry and i’d love to.. even though i kinda already did so without you fully giving me permission in the first place.”

     dolly can ramble on endlessly about things that don’t matter when she wants to. sometimes she talks just to fill the silence but meaningful conversation doesn’t fall anywhere within her wheelhouse. there’s this uncomfortable sinking feeling swirling around in the pit of her stomach that she can’t quite place or get rid of. even though christian is sitting before her admitting everything she had accused him of before, it doesn’t FEEL satisfying. it feels worse, somehow. “it’s fine, honestly. we don’t have to talk about it. plus—” there’s a pause, her gaze drifting down to her fingernails as she shifts, slightly. her brows furrow together for a moment as if she’s trying to psych herself up to continue on. “you were kind of right, anyway.”