#:re.

There was no telling what a man would do when he’s under the influence. He would not set time aside to think before he acts, but would do so without a sense of what may come to be when those actions have been brought into order. And Baekhyun, whom downed nearly two bottles of vodka last night, had become a prisoner to the alcoholic beverage that flooded his system completely. Intoxicated, he was slipping in and out of consciousness last night at the tavern and consequently, the bartender had taken his cellphone into his possession and called the first person whom appeared on his recent call log: Hyeri. He doesn’t know much about how things had transcended that night, but when he was awoken by the sound of her voice, his gaze fell onto the shirt that hugged his torso snugly. It was far too tight for own comfort. And there, he was sober enough to distinguish one thing.

He was wearing female clothing.

Baekhyun was now sober enough to think for himself and yet, he decided that it was best to keep himself from thinking when pain burned through his cranium. There in the back of his head lied the pounding sensation of a headache that stretched all the way to his temples and lingers around his right eye. He brings a palm over to his forehead, the pads of his fingers massaging his temples in some feeble attempt to free himself of the pain. Maybe it was foolish of him to consume more alcohol than his body could tolerate, but there wasn’t much more he could do with such burdensome thoughts running rampant through his mind from the moment he rises to which he falls. He is living in his own nightmare, running haywire from reality that tries to bring him down, or rather - so he would presume.

"Hey, brat," spills from her mouth as soon as she’d noticed the condition he was in, he was unresponsive when she had spoken to him earlier, so she must have figured he was still in the beginning stages of waking up, caught in between the consciousness and unconsciousness. "Are you wearing my clothes…?" Hyeri closed the distance between them by taking one long stride towards him, she pinches the sleeve  of his ( or her ) shirt, tugging his arm half a fraction of an inch into the air.

And sure enough, it belonged to her.

For once, he was unable to think of a witty comeback, something that would leave her speechless and grant him the satisfaction of victory. Nothing comes to mind, but a faint shade of crimson dusts over his cheeks ( he knows he’s guilty ), he yanks his arm out of her grasp and grabs his shirt that is draped over the couch’s arm. Baekhyun doesn’t even spare her a glance ( knowing he’s too flustered to even look at her ) as he maneuvers himself off the couch, brushing past her in a matter of seconds and flees to the bathroom without a single word leaving his lips.

Mistakes happen, but this mistake will never happen again.

It was a little past midnight and she was about to catch some Z's until her phone rang. 'Byun Baekhyun' was the contact who happened to be calling her for whatever reason. A groan escaped her lips as she picked up the phone reluctantly, knowing that him calling at this time, it might've been something important. Hearing an unknown voice's on the other line, suspicions grew until they died down just as quickly when she heard that her oh-so beloved best friend was drunk. For the first part, she was angry that he, of all people, drank without her. Yet again, another frustrated groan slipped out before she mumbled angrily into the phone that she was coming in five or so minutes.

And the next morning came after she took him back to her place...

Fixing up some hangover soup, she allowed the pot to boil for a couple minutes and then she went back to her guestroom, checking up on the other. Seeing that he was finally awake, she grinned over at him. And then the sight of her shirt on him caught her eye. 

     « oh my god. oh my god. damn,      you must've been really drunk,      oh god. are you seriously wear-      ing my shirt? how did you get it      anyways? wow, i'm taking a pic-      ture of this. DON'T MOVE. »

In a swift motion, she fished out her phone and before she knew it, the male flashed out of the room and into the bathroom without a word. An airy chuckle escaped her tiers as she happily skips over to her bathroom, phone ready to snap a picture.

[` bursts into a laugh as she sinks her teeth down to the lower flesh of her lip ] May forever start today, although it started like three years ago… [ wheezes heLP ME. ]

{ — Horizontal patterns are what greeted him on that special day, it was already planned out, what would happen on the course of hours ahead—it would be a day to themselves, to honor the establishment of the coffee shop, he wanted to give them a surprise, he wanted to make sure that they were having fun with all the music and drinks that he bought the day before; the coffee shop is closed, nobody could have entered it unless someone broke inside, so he was a little taken aback when he heard the door open, the soft sound of the wind chimes in the background that took him out of his trance. Myeon looks at her, his head eased slightly on his shoulder as the music stops, most of them are looking at the intruder of the party they had as he emits a small cackle to himself at her statement. }

            ❝It’s alright, love. Do you want to have some drink? The shop is closed, though, so I’d have to give you some soda.❞

{ -- truth be told, this little disturbance she had done wasn't on purpose. no, not at all. it was merely an accident. it could've been any other shops that she had barged into, yet this cozy coffee shop was her victim. plus the door was extremely frail and well, easy to break in. and it was the closest 'safe' place by her. it was starting to get dark and it wasn't even a mile away that she heard those familiar stomps of boots. strings of curses escaped her lips as she quickened her pace and made a sharp turn and into the coffee shop. dusk didn't expect people to be in here at this time. (well, it really wasn't so late though the signed clearly said it was closed.) maybe it was because she was so caught up with not wanting to get caught that she didn't hear the festive sounds coming from the store. the moment she stepped into the store, all eyes were on her. ❞ }

Dongwoo had heard of Dusk before through a friend they had in common. However, he had never seen her in person until that day, and they recognized each other surprisingly quickly. The occasion was a party, whose host was an important CEO, and the businessman was attending it for… Well, business interests. For a moment, while they had a small talk, he wondered why she was there, until he remembered her father was someone of note.

"Ah, sure.", he opened an awkward smile and offered his hand. "It’s nice to finally meet you, Dusk."

She had never liked these sorts of party because it led to her dressing all fancy-like and elegant, which was totally not her thing. Those with businesses or of the upper-classed family knew her as the wonderful Kim family's youngest daughter, but what they didn't know was that she, too, ran a business as a CEO, for her father, of course. There weren't many around her age, which made it incredibly awkward for her to talk to everyone. Curt bows and nods were given from time to time when she encountered someone and then, near the middle of the party, she had finally met someone of her age (or around her age). 

     « yes, yes. such a pleasure to meet      you, mister... dongwoo? am i correct? »

"Run, hey! Run!" The older female yelled out as soon as she felt the younger female’s hand slipped out from her grip. She didn’t know who they were — those men who lingered around her and the stranger next to her, who so happens to look very similar to her group’s maknae — but the way they were acting seemed skeptical. Something felt off, as if she was in the middle of something and yet, no one was saying anything about it. Once one of the men pulled a gun out, Sojin’s eyes grew wide and the next thing she knew, she grabbed the female’s wrist and began to run. “H-Hey! Don’t slow down! C’mon!” She shrieked, running back towards the female to hold on to her wrist before running once again.

Bulls' eye.

Sen discovered a gem that morning. Guided by the lens of his camera, he traversed the streets and events, permitting his feet to take him anywhere they were willing. When he made his way to Hwanghak Market, he ended up in a vintage record shop. Dol Record was a perfect blend of Seoul’s more popular “Purple Record” with a vibe similar to that of Capetown’s Mabu Vinyl, a store he had visited when he flew to South Africa. Surrounded with a different atmosphere, Sen scaled the selection of genres, opting for a few to play at a stand.

Dusting off one titled, “Stateside!”, Sen had set the record onto the player and moved the needle. Sound erupted at what appeared to be the middle of a song, but he enjoyed it. He flipped the back of the record, eyes trimmed down the playlist while listening closely to the tune. Too close that he was just shy of oblivious to a short-haired blonde woman answering her phone. Not finding it pertinent to eavesdrop on the one-sided conversation, he leafed through his stack of three or four records in search of the next album to play. The next track was interrupted with the woman’s raised voice. 

"You’re kidding, right? That’s bullshit." He turned his head to look at her.

Upon meeting her eyes, he learned that the woman was apologetic as her lips mouthed, ‘Sorry.’ He nodded once in reply. The idea of asking her if she was alright had crossed his mind. Then, he wondered if it was his business at all.

Blasphemy.

The phone call with her assistant was filled with complete lies and shit. Or was it? She couldn't comprehend anything he was telling her. Nothing at all.

     « this is total bullshit. tell me how,      how in the world could they get in?      i'm pretty fuckin' darn sure that we      have high security. we can't get      hacked. ugh, who the hell is the      lead internet security person shit?      i'll have a talk with him when i get      back. god damn. »      ( she was louder than expected. )

Another groan escaped her lips (but this time, in slight embarrassment). People would probably think she was a weirdo or that she was up for some mischief. But she wasn't. She was merely frustrated at this shit security operations center that they had. Her father would be angry at her for not taking care of his company. And then her life would be over, literally. No free time would be on her side and all she would do is work, work, and work.