( NIGHTFALL.

@mkwnhoon

as unnaturally as it seems, hoon was definitely not in the mood. tired, annoyed doesn’t cut it. deciding not to take his car today was a big mistake. approaching the taxi, and despite the tinted windows, he notices a figure leaning on the door. he sighed as he looked around for any more empty taxis but surprise, there were none. rounding the car to the empty side, he entered hastily from the freezing weather outside. hoon looked at the other occupant of the taxi, before letting out yet another big sigh. ‘it’s you, what a pleasant surprise.’ brushing his hair back and loosening his tie, he continued. ‘don’t start, there’s room for both of us.’ hoon was all too aware of the other’s strange rage against him, and honestly, this was all but pleasant. he would’ve brushed it off if it was any other day, but it’s wasn’t. he’s tired as fuck and would love nothing but a drink to loosen himself up, but instead he’s stuck with someone was has claimed herself as his number one hater for god knows reason.

“nice to formally meet you, na hoon.” he did not have a firm grip when they shook hands, and haneul tried to ignore the general limp fish feeling she was getting. she could see that his smile was strained, and it made her hyperaware of her own. she definitely wasn’t fooling him. he wasn’t even pretending to be fooled. clearly her entire career as a professional pretender was a lie.

he lets his cigarette fall to the ground, crushing it under his foot as he downed the cup of coffee to the relive the after breath of the smoke. it was typical for people take up a ‘beating around the bush’ attitude when wanting something from him, to which he responded with slow yet face on matter of speaking. it was obvious that the other had something to say to him, what, he wasn’t sure.

Chanso looked at the other with a small look of disbelief on his face. Scared? So far he had seen nothing to be scared of, maybe the fact that when he looked at you he was looking into your soul but that wasn’t a scary thing. ‘’Those people might be less than smart then, because I see nothing wrong. Unless when I buy my drink you throw it in my face, I don’t see me being scared of you. And I know just from our brief encounter you’re not the type of person to do something like that.’’ Thinking onto the other’s question he thought back. He had seen a few people but they were in a two so it was very unlikely that the pair were going to see Hoon. There was another but he wasn’t so sure whether it was related. ‘’There was someone who came and had a look around I think, although I’m unsure whether or not that has anything to do with your situation.’’

hoon laughs at the other’s expression, running a hand through his hair. ‘you know i wouldn’t want to damage your pretty face anyways.’ chanso was right; throwing drinks at peoples’ faces was something he definitely would not be doing any time soon. a waste of good drink would be the reason. plus, it wasn’t his method of dealing with situations, he wasn’t that simple. hoon had no reason to act unless he is given one; he was mostly neutral nowadays. he hums at chanso’s answer, trying to think of someone who would wanted to talk to him. ‘well, there wasn’t a time mentioned, which is entirely idiotic on it’s own. maybe they didn’t see me and left, that is, assuming it’s someone serious about meeting me.’ 

hoon squinted his eyes as he miraculously slowly processed what was told to him, and who was actually talking to him. ‘kyunghwan!’, hoon puts down his drink, almost flinging himself at the other. whether hoon actually took in what he said, or just brushed it off was unknown. kyunghwan was probably right, if he continues to drink more at this rate, he’ll be more than wasted soon; and if hoon wasn’t going to accept the offer, he probably wouldn’t go far anyways. he was getting bored with doing this drinking game with the same person anyways. ushering the other to join him, he placed a couple of shot glasses in front of kyunghwan, filling them up with a mixture of strong liquors. ‘for an hour, take a shot every minute. think you can do this?’

with hoon, nothing is ever done halfway. the slight press of his lips give away the surprise despite the cool gaze that watches over the glasses being filled, the table glossed and sticky with spilt liquor. “that’s sixty shots.” he turns towards him, brows raising in question. there’s a high possibility of spending the rest of the wekk suffering from alcohol poisoning if they do attempt at it. cold fingers are pressed to his temple, already feeling the slight buzz of the alcohol he’s already consumed. kyunghwan drags his gaze from the shots to the elder, licking his lips.

‘sixty shots.’ hoon smirked at the other, he had already done this game halfway; so he already consumed a little over thirty shots, the challenge was not beat kyunghwan, but to actually live through this experience without dying from alcohol poisoning. still, he looked at this situation in the lightest way, he was with great company, drinking to his heart’s content (along with his stomach’s).   

oooh, awkward. sage was never a person that intentionally put others on the spot, which was why they tried to mouth their observation to him first rather than stating it out loud for everyone to hear. but clearly his intoxication was past the point of picking up on subtle cues, and wincing somewhat, they leaned in to repeat themselves. maybe now they wouldn’t be broadcasting something potentially embarrassing for everyone in the area to hear. “i said your fly’s down. i wasn’t looking, i just– saw.”

hoon gave the other a blank expression, their words slowly sinking into his hazy, drunk mind. looking down at his pants, he focuses his eyes at the zipper, which was definitely unzipped. even if he doesn’t recall what happened earlier, he most certainly didn’t leave his suite with an open fly. he gives a confused expression to no one in particular, reaching down to zip it and go on with his life, maybe have a few drinks with the person that seemed like lovely company in front of him. but why wasn’t it zipping up though? hoon tugged on the zipper harshly trying to pull it up for the nth time, yet, no avail. ‘it’s– broken.’

@mkwnhoon

as usual, fun night, rough morning. hoon gave her a meek, apologetic smile as he sat opposite to her, gripping his half finished streaming cup of black coffee in his hand. ‘could be that i’ve already broken it.’ giving a shrug as he continued to gulp down the drink, desperate to ease his headache down. ‘last night was fun, gotta admit though.’ he raised his eyebrows at her, his smile still across his lips. ‘actually, i was hoping that you had some painkillers for me, i can’t find mine, possible i finished them all up.’

the unruly crowd of people seems more unruly than ever. but he can’t complain about it except for the cheap alcohol that gets shoved in his face at one point or another which he does turn his nose up at eventually. “hm?” he hums, turning his eyes towards the other again who doesn’t seem to have heard him all that well. mingyu now has two options. a) to repeat it in a hushed tone or b) to shame him publicly. he goes for the first option and leans in, the barest hint of humor grazing his tone. “i said your zipper’s down. i wouldn’t mind if you don’t zip it up though, of course. i doubt anyone else would.”

oh. looking down at his pants, hoon realizes that his zipper is actually open. how did that manage to happen, hoon had no idea. not that he was in the right mind at the moment to question it anyways. but now that the other has leaned in, hoon takes in his face between the low lighting of the room, somewhere in his drunk mind barely recognizing him. ‘mingyu.' his flat expression melting into an interested one, a half smile across his face. 'where were you all this time?' his eyebrow raised slightly, turning to face mingyu and locking his eyes with his’. ‘why don’t you zip it up yourself, them.’

“hyung-” kyunghwan shakes him by a shoulder with half a smile on his face. “i was just saying that you’re free to sleep on the couch if you don’t think you can make it to your room later when the party is over.” while most guests are kicked out, a select few- close friends of kyunghwan or his roommates’- are allowed to stay and crash. with the rate his senior is consuming all the booze, kyunghwan gives one hour max before he collapses. god, he’s like a sponge. the younger can only look at him in awe with a drink in his hand. 

hoon squinted his eyes as he miraculously slowly processed what was told to him, and who was actually talking to him. ‘kyunghwan!’, hoon puts down his drink, almost flinging himself at the other. whether hoon actually took in what he said, or just brushed it off was unknown. kyunghwan was probably right, if he continues to drink more at this rate, he’ll be more than wasted soon; and if hoon wasn’t going to accept the offer, he probably wouldn’t go far anyways. he was getting bored with doing this drinking game with the same person anyways. ushering the other to join him, he placed a couple of shot glasses in front of kyunghwan, filling them up with a mixture of strong liquors. ‘for an hour, take a shot every minute. think you can do this?’

hood up, mask on, head lowered to the ground– even though the campus population had significantly thinned out since classes ended, miyeon still felt the need to conceal herself as much as possible to avoid anyone bothering her. she wanted to be away from the school as much as anyone else did, but obligations kept her there, wrapping up what paperwork was left for student government and talking to her professors about making up the credits that she’d missed during her medical leave. after those few hours she was more than ready to head home, but a note found while cleaning out her locker led her down to one of the outside basketball courts– because that made complete sense in the middle of february. her gut told her to just ignore the note, but the stupid side of her figured that it wouldn’t hurt to at least pass by and see what it could possibly be about. at worst, she’d just rudely leave, which had been nothing new for her lately.

anyone would probably think that getting an anonymous invitation letter and finding out that the person who sent it had with all their features concealed concluded in murder. hoon was no idiot; nor ignorant. there was possibly only one person in campus who liked to hide themselves as much as she did. kang miyeon. he was royalty, and as far as he knows, she distanced herself from the top clique the most. the more he thought about it, the more he got himself interested into why, such a person would invite him to talk alone. he slowly approached her, letting the basketball fall across the court. hoon wasn’t sure what he felt about the other, indifferent maybe. it wasn’t like she wasn’t useful to him, maybe if she cooperated more openly, he’d see her in more decent light. not just himself, but what happened, happened. and people will still continue to act how everyone expects them to, no one wants to oppose the fucked up system they had, and the few that did weren’t expected to go long, not that he cared.

Looking at the other male Chanso found it quite hard to think of a rational excuse that anyone could have for standing him up. The third party must of been insane. ‘’Maybe they got scared and ran away after seeing you. Not that you’re scary or anything, quite the opposite actually.’’ His thoughts soon changed to his own friend who hadn’t shown up, he wondered what they were doing. They most likely got caught up with something or made new plans with their other friends, which Chanso didn’t mind. A little heads up though would of been good. 

‘you’d be surprised of how many people that are actually scared shitless of me.’ a shake of his head at the past statement. no, he wasn’t bitter, he couldn’t care less, at all. he had no use of people of that sort, the ones that run away in fear. how annoying. this is why he actually liked keeping silent about his status as a rich, manipulative asshole to strangers during occasions. he liked getting along with people that could be fun to him. what’s so fun in talking to a person that’s stuttering with every word, cowering to hide. while that was fun enough to watch, it was a hassle to deal with. hoon raises an eyebrow, ‘speaking of, have you actually seen anyone coming here?’ 

After their introductions Chanso checked his phone, it was way later than the time allocated for him to meet his friend, they probably weren’t coming. Giving a small sigh he looked back over to Hoon, smiling slightly. ‘’A drink? I guess that would be better than freezing our asses off.’’ If someone had sent him something he could only deduce that he was here to meet that person, but they hadn’t arrived either. So basically they were in the same situation. ‘’But to answer you, I was waiting for my friend who supposedly had practice. But as you can see, we’re the only people here. Did you get stood up too?’’ Chanso stood from the bench he was sat on, shoving the book he had reading into his bag. It would be best for the two of them to get out of there and maybe head inside somewhere, before it got any colder.

he met chanso’s gaze with a smile of his own, assuming that he too, had given up on meeting someone else. who even invited people to meet outside these days? either they haven’t thought it out or getting the both of them sick was their intention. ‘sort of, i guess. either someone really wanted us to meet, or it’s their just bad idea of a joke.’ hoon almost had to prevent himself from adding, ‘on me, can you believe it?’, he already decided if the other didn’t know who he actually was, he prefers he finds out on his own. still, it wasn’t that funny, and hoon wasn’t sure whether to thank or lecture the person on new joke ideas when he finds out who actually sent him said letter. yet, his amused smile still stood across his lips unaltered.