a brief love affair

Eleven in the morning and everything so far had gone all ways but the right one. First, she overslept, coming in at work an hour later than usual, something that wasn’t typically Jiwon, although she did get the most loving speech she’d ever received. One that went a little like... ‘If you don’t clean up your act and get here on time, you’ll be kicked out. No second chances.’ -- Of course, that turned her mood sour and ever since she heard those words, the frown on her face almost seemed permanent. She loved her job more than anything or anyone else in the world, even if it wasn’t a high-figure, many-zeroes type and she knew for sure that she worked harder than any other in the company. Seemed like it wasn’t enough. Going home with the gloomiest look on her facial features, thinking it couldn’t get any worse - it always can - she couldn’t find her phone nor could she remember her apartment’s code because god damn it, stress was taking over and she was about to rip the red strands of hair right out of her head. 

Despite having his office still located in his flat that he shared with Soojung Noah had allowed the younger to invite normal friends over, those who wouldn’t go snooping around in his things when he wasn’t there or looking. Those were the friends he appreciated, minding their own and Soojung’s business only while they were at home. Unfortunately he had forgotten about the younger’s bad planning, such as now when he had opened the door to a young woman, physically maybe the same age or a little older than himself. He let her in, telling her to feel at home. It was awkward. He didn’t know the girl, nor had he seen her around his roommate before.

“She ran off somewhere this morning..” His answer was short as he reached his hand up to run through his blondish hair. “If she’s not replying then she’s probably busy.” Yes, captain obvious, that’s how it would be. Mentally smacking himself in the face he motions with his hand to the open kitchen behind himself. “Can I get you something to drink?” The question came out as nonchalant as possible as he stepped backwards and eventually turned around. “Why did she ask you to come over here if she’s going out anyway though?”

Probably. Despite her and Soojung being friends, she wouldn’t just let a thing like this go. They didn’t have a large age gap, but sometimes her lack of... skill when it came to planning anything- annoyed her. Then again, no one’s perfect, right? Maybe she was too focused on her work that she’d be bothered by something trivial like that. Almost taking the statement “shaking it off” a bit too literal, she gave him a nod, a bit late. “Something to drink would be nice. If it’s not too bothersome, can I get a glass of water?” 

“No offence, but I’m not going to tell you where I live. ‘M not that drunk. You go home.” His words are not only comprehensible but clearly annunciated, theatre kids impacting him once again, not a single trace of liquor hidden in his syllables. Backside firmly rooted in his seat, half of his face pushed up and distorted by his right hand –– both supporting and ruining his image –– he fixes her with an amused yet glassy stare. Hyunki always smells delightfully edible, even when his image doesn’t match; the whisky was his first, the vodka cocktails beforehand leaving 0 traces of a pungent smell, yet the smallest shift of his body leaves a trail of pleasant bubblegum in his wake. The way she demands obedience without a shred of information both tickles and irks him –– bottom line is, he doesn’t appreciate the matronly chastising from a figure who clearly isn’t his mother. He shrugs her hand off and looks straight through her –– seen worse, been in shadier places, images are deceiving, has a few lessons under his belt. “Statistically, you’re a thief or a rapist. Most likely, you’ve got mom syndrome. None of those are fun. And I don’t trust you. Don’t touch me.”

“No. No, that’s not what I meant.” The quiet sentence peaks with a distinctly reclusive energy, growing closer to a Politely Detached Pleasantry with every idle syllable. He clasps his finger of whisky with a hubristic smile, but secretly holds his poor articulation responsible for the skewed message derived from drunken (considerably intoxicated on his part) babble. And the she began leaving, walking away without an explanation. Tired was the exact opposite of the cocktail brewing in his gut; something had clearly gotten lost in translation, somewhere along the line. Atoms moved by design, pulsed with energy, protons, neutrons, electrons –– a small bundle of alive mass led his body, pumped neon blood to his heart. And in that moment, he felt like everything was going into overdrive. As though a simple touch would be enough for an explosion, brilliant, bright and unforgettable. His eyes clouded over with a daydream as he drank the atmosphere in, got drunk off the feeling. He didn’t know her. Names didn’t matter. The hiccup in his throat died, roughly extinguished with the whisky shot, a rush of fire. He winced. 

“I’ll be fine. No collapsing, I promise.” A big boy with kind eyes and a warm aura –– it’s true, he’ll be fine.

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Well that was certainly a nice way of, well, putting it-- She hadn’t seen the other before yet he seemed so weirdly familiar. She shrugged it off, though, wanting to know what that odd sentence was. “Is that your way of saying you’re about to collapse? Because I have to admit, my arms can be like sticks. I don’t think I can manage to catch you without hurting myself.” If she were to guess, him collapsing would be a good reason to say something like that. Maybe he had too much to drink, she had no clue. She didn’t even know the guy. “So I’d rather not have you see stars right now.” Finishing her sentence, she gave him a nod, getting ready to leave the strange-smelling place -- what kind of food was that even? Was it even food? It must have been laying around since forever.

While she didn’t mind having to wait on others -- barely anyone seemed punctual these days -- it had been a good ten minutes and she was getting impatient. Though her friend was the one to call her over, she didn’t expect to be greeted by the person she shared the place with, and no Soojung. He let her in, but what followed was nothing more than an uncomfortable silence. Perhaps she should say something- but she didn’t really know what would fit in a situation like this. ‘Nice place’? Nah. So she just kept her mouth shut and observed. She’d definitely not let it rest, she’d have to scold Soojung later for being late. If she was even going to show up. Grabbing her phone to check both the time and to see if there was any sign of the younger, she let out a deep sigh when she saw no notifications. Did she forget about her? Probably.

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She had spaced out for a good few minutes, if she were to guess she’d have to say a total of four minutes, the ticking of the clock telling her time was still going steady as usual. It didn’t stop for everyone else as it did for her in those four minutes. Reality had reeled her right back in, and when she opened her eyes, Jiwon didn’t realize she wasn’t at home at first. It was someone’s home, alright, it just wasn’t hers. Her fingers felt somewhat sticky, warm, not necessarily the most pleasant feeling out there, but it wasn’t bothering her. Opening and closing them, she dropped the item she held firmly, a simple kitchen knife. She had gripped the handle so tightly, it left red marks on her hands.Or maybe the color came from something else. Wait. Kitchen knife?

Looking down, it wasn’t difficult to see what exactly was going on. But it wasn’t a situation she’d ever see herself in. She’d done questionable things in the past, but she never wanted to hurt anyone. Definitely not to this extent. Her hands were red because they were covered in blood. So were her clothes. The knife she had held so tight had been stuck in his chest multiple times, she could tell. It was as if her mind had been turned off the moment she grabbed the knife. Right now, however, it wasn’t time that was frozen. She was in shock, shivering and shaking, the tears running down her cheeks felt hot, they burned. Pushing herself away from the dead body and the pool of blood, she hit her back against the wall, pulled her hands through her hair, refusing to even look at it. This wasn’t ever going to leave her mind.

Name: Shin Jiwon.

Birthday: July 20th, 1991.

Height: 165 centimeters.

Eye color: Brown.

Hair color: Dark red.

A random fact about you: I love cats, but I'm allergic to them.

Favorite band: None, I don't really listen to specific music often.

Favorite song: See above.

Favorite food: Seafood, preferably shrimp.

Favorite season: Winter, I enjoy not having to make excuses to stay inside.

Favorite animal: Cats.

Favorite movie: None.

Are you currently in a relationship?: No.

Anything you need to work on?: Reports.

Do you prefer someone shorter or taller?: Taller.

Dark hair or light hair?: In the end it won't matter, but I prefer dark hair.

Smart or attractive?: Ability to hold a conversation far outweighs looks.

Is creativity attractive?: Yes.

Do you care how much money they have?: No.

Your last phone call: Soojung.

Your last text: Mom.

The last thing you drank: Water.

The last song you listened to: They put on the radio at work, I think it was Uptown Funk.

The last movie you watched: I don't remember the name, though I know it was a romance/comedy type of movie.

What is your heritage?: Korean.

Do you play any instruments?: None. No time.

What are your pets’ names?: I don't have any pets.

Your favorite board game: I enjoy card games.

A random childhood memory: Receiving home-made cookies whenever I did well in school.

Place you would like to visit: I haven't been to the beach in a while.

A night like any other, the lack of sleep greeting her like an old friend, and the bright lights of the convenience store felt ever so familiar. With bags of shrimp-flavored chips in either hand, the kind she liked, the packaging cracking in her hands. She voiced her thoughts out loud, “I can’t sleep”, not really expecting an answer in return though pleasantly surprised when that was indeed the case. “It’s very frustrating,” A small smile played on her lips, some conversations weren’t that bad, even at an hour like this. “Are you bad in the morning? I like mornings. I just have a bad case of insomnia.” 

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The younger girl had called her not too long ago, only to now be seated right next to her, her head on her own lap as she nearly fell asleep. She had stated earlier that she wanted some quiet time and that she was really, really tired. Jiwon had a caring nature, often feeling for her younger friends, especially the ones who had to work hard. Even if she worked hard herself, she knew she could handle it one way or another. But knowing her friends, it wasn’t difficult to see that some just weren’t made for this. 

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Although that particular period of time had passed a while ago, it was still a burden she carried around on her shoulders each and every day. It weighed her down but she had to push through it, how else was she going to continue life? Sure, she had thought about slitting her throat and cutting her wrists plenty of times, but she didn’t had the guts to actually do it. A coward. Then again, she loved life in its good moments. Like any other person really. Because who enjoyed the parts of life filled with sadness and despair? Right, no one.