That Bitch™

she slid her sunglasses further up the bridge of her nose, leaning back in her seat as she observed the menu in her hands. “have you ever been here before?” she asked monotonously, her eyes never leaving the seemingly endless amount of brunch options. “this is so...-- i don’t want to say bougie but... this is so bougie.” she folded the men u shut and placed it on the table. “i trust you so i’m going to leave the ordering to you. the only thing i’m sure of is that i want a mimosa. double the champagne.” alcohol wasn’t a good idea, luna knew that much, especially considering the fact that she was attempting to get over a massive headache. however, she heard somewhere that the only way to cure a hangover, was to consume MORE alcohol. and who was she to argue with very wise wisdom... she probably looked like a fool in that moment. luna was the only woman on that patio wearing sunglasses and an oversized strawhat; whatever was necessary to keep the sun out of her bloodshot eyes. 

the scream that left her body once the door was yanked open was unfamiliar to even her. the shrimp chips she held in her hand went flying around her, that same hand immediately placed over her heart as she struggled to catch her breath. “what the FUCK, sunnie?” she got up and dusted her hands of chip residue. “are you trying to kill me?” with her brows furrowed together she resorted to picking the shrimp chips off of the floor before sunnie could complain about it. luna grumbled, mostly to herself, as she waddled to their kitchen to dispose of her mess. she slammed the cupboards a little harder than she usually would, although she deemed it absolutely necessary. it was her, albeit childish, way of letting sunnie know that she was mad. she made sure to chant the name seoyeon as much as possible in her head, knowing that sunnie would somehow feel that in her body. “ANYWAYS, i wrote something i wanted you to look at but mostly... i was lonely and needed attention from another human sooo... give me the attention i so desperately need!” she was back to being needy, knowing she couldn’t stay mad at her best friend. (even if she did scare the shit out of her).

another drink was placed in front of her and luna just repeated the process of pulling her money out, placing it on the bar, and not saying a single word. “are you working on anything new?” she asked, genuinely interested in her friend’s endeavors. “i’ve had a couple of offers from different companies, different avenues... some for a musical features, some for modeling. it’s nice to have the option to work but i’m not crazy about anything that i’ve been offered so far. my company wants me to take it so that i don’t go too long without having some sort of public exposure but i don’t know.” she sipped from her drink leisurely, shifting in her stool to glance at hyesoo. “look at our fuckin’ lives. we pour so much into our careers only to feel so... empty, is that the right word?” she sighed again, this one a lot more exaggerated. 

luna folded the sheet of paper carefully, crouching down to sit on her knees before sliding the piece of paper underneath sunnie’s door. like a child, she laid there for a couple of seconds, kicking her legs impatiently when she didn’t hear any instant movement behind the closed door. with a huff, she wandered into their kitchen, fishing around in the cabinets before pulling out a bag of chips. luna went back to sunnie’s door, pouring a few shrimp chips into the palm of her hand. she shoved her hand in the space underneath the door, wiggling her fingers as she tried to showcase the snacks that were supposed to be a peace offering. “YAH!” she exclaimed, knocking on the door with her other hand. “kim seoyeon! i demand you pay attention to me, jung eunmi, your lover and best friend.” she pressed her forehead against the door, knowing that in a couple more seconds she’d have to kick the door off of its hinges, even if it meant getting murdered by sunnie. 

“i am so glad you invited me out,” luna grumbled, placing her brand new balenciaga bag on top of the bar’s counter. she sat herself on the stool as if it was her throne, snapping her fingers to catch the attention of the bartender. “rum. ice. bitters.” her words were sharp and simple, attention quickly placed on her friend. “you have no idea how much i needed this. i’ve been keeping myself at home, trying to be a good apple for once, you know? i’ve been seeing all of my friend’s instagram posts, partying and living it up.” she reached into her purse blindly to pull out a ten thousand won bill, sliding it towards the tender as they placed her drink in front of her. luna didn’t so much as spare a glance in their direction, grabbing the drink in her delicate hand and taking a sip from the straw. having been so used to hard liquor, she didn’t react as the liquid slid down her throat, her body instantly relaxing from the warmness that settled in her stomach. “i can’t help it. i just -- this is who i am. i crave drinking and letting loose, it’s the only thing that keeps me from going fucking insane.” 

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