/ 1:48 AM ... @4625in
he's had, to say the least, a crazy night. from excusing himself from uncomfortable run-ins with touchy female celebrities to an unwanted couple fight with his girlfriend to drinking way too much free alcohol at the bar (and then, spending enough time getting himself completely sobered up), hwanhee has had more than he'd ever prefer to handle. simply put, he’s exhausted. completely worn out. a minor headache is on the brink, his muscles already ache, and he’s itching to get out of this restricting formal attire. all he wants to do is go home.
while he has a couple of rare enjoyable memories, hwanhee’s never been much of a fan of these extravagant, flashy events. especially with the label of inviting “only the pretty ones.” most take it as a compliment (and the uninvited cry their eyes out), but to him, it seems a bit insulting. to think that someone considers themselves worthy enough to weigh the faces of everyone in cheongdam. and to have to live up to those standards, dress himself up into an outfit that they deem acceptable, as if auditioning to be part of the next one. what a facetious show.
the cold night air is like a slap to the face, but hwanhee welcomes it. a breath of fresh air, albeit at freezing temperatures, means that he’s out, and that’s all that mattered.
there’s a momentary sigh of relief when the valet slips him his car keys, who bows him a good night. it’s a bit too late for that, but there’s comfort in the anticipation of feeling the familiar soft rumble of his vehicle. the metal rolls around in his palms as he thanks the valet, then walks up to where his car is parked, near the side entrance—only to see an unwelcome yet recognizable figure leaning against the front door, yanking and grumbling at the unmoving handle.
what the fuck? hwanhee stands there for a moment, stunned, as he tries to wrap his mind around the situation. the guy is obviously drunk; he can hardly stand straight. a turn of the head, and it’s clear who he is.
ok yohan, his sister’s boyfriend, a smug jerk, and one of the last people he’d wanted to encounter at the party.
god, this night just keeps getting worse and worse. “i can’t catch a goddamn break,” hwanhee mutters under his breath, running his fingers through his hair in frustration before walking up to the man.
how the hell does this guy think he can even drive? he’d probably end up crashing into a pole or something two seconds in. “and i can smell the alcohol all the way from here,” he sighs to himself before clearing his voice and saying loudly, “hey, man, you’re at the wrong car. this is mine.”
