#10sted

“We’re still not going on that ride.” He respond almost immediately, wincing a little as the roller-coaster starts rolling upside down. “Looking at it already made me sick to my stomach! Can’t we just get some ice cream and go on the Ferris Wheel instead?”

“Today was dull.” He sighed, adjusting his tie loosely, before taking them completely off. “I have no motivation, inspiration whatsoever. But then again, today didn’t require drawing..” The male placed stacks of paper onto the table; all of it being all his designs that he drafted out the night before. “The customer kept making me fix this and that. Jesus Christ, if you don’t like it, then do it yourself old geezer.”

Rough day it must have been for him, despite the young man saying it in such a suppressed manner with his choice of adjective. Junhee simply observed him talk, her cup of tea pressed against her lips, but the liquid remaining at the bottom—it was a great decision that she wasn’t drinking any. Her eyes widened at the piles the other suddenly showed on the table. Also, she startled at the other’s comment about his client.

[ Drop a drink into my ask box and my muse’ll prepare it: ]

Whiskey - My muse wants to get drunk with yours and do stupid things.

         Jay seems almost normal, human when tipsy, few drinks awaking a sort of sociability in the male. His eyes are always hazy, holding an odd glint of some mystery behind, something unexplicable when he stares at somebody, slender fingers tracing the side of his already empty glass. Quickly spotting a young man on the opposite side, he tilts his head the slightest bit, eyes scanning his features before locking on his wrists.

The days were slowly growing warmer but that fact alone offered Kael no comfort, nor had they ever done -- not even back when he had cause to fear the cold. Even the sunlight saved little and the obscurity of night was as favoured as ever. Yet it was in that weak glow, the one that promised heat was on its way (great, he’d have to be careful of dressing a little less...darkly -- black and leather was never a good combination in the summer, unless you were rather a fan of overheating, which Kael decidedly was not).

starters: drunken texts & calls

Instead of indulging herself with a delicious treat, she was there, posing this and that halfheartedly. Has it been an hour or two? Probably three or even more. Hara was in the middle of filming a new photo shoot for a well-known brand and her stomach was feeling queasy more than ever during the snapshot process. A short span of resting time would be necessary but she had decided to just endure whatever pain she was feeling in the gut since the coordinators informed her that the session was about to end. She hasn’t eaten a single drop of anything since the said morning; not because of diet reasons but she truly had no spare time to grab a bite due to the fact that she was running late. 

Could it be destiny or just vaguely perfect timing that her cellular phone rang along with a series of vibrations endlessly, which eventually caused for the director to announce a ten minute break as she wished. Faint enthusiasm was starting to etch across her face, as the female idol herself answered the call without even bothering to look at the caller id. She greeted the other line by voicing out a bright ‘hello’. Whoever you are, you’re an angel, she thought. However, her smile degraded to a frown that very moment she heard him speak, and on top of that, how weird and odd his inquiry was. Has he gone insane? There was a probability that her friend was drunk. In broad daylight though? Moreover, her stomach made a quite unpleasing sound at the mere mention of pizza. She was starving and a slice or two would satisfy her hungry self. With her forehead creased, causing for her facial features to distort at minimum as well, Hara responded once more. “Yah, can pizzas strut on runways? Can they perform energy-draining dance routines? Are you drunk again? Where are you?” 

                                                   ❝ I would only go if there was cake.

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◈ ⋯⋯ A snort comes out before anything else. A freaking snort in front of a cute guy. Though his reply was hilarious, I tried to pull out a pout but jutting out my lower lip. We both sat side by side staring out into the morning street of Seoul through a clear mirror of the convenient store. I have to admit that I enjoy sneaking out in the morning to avoid the chaotic members and to just get some yogurt. A pack of five yakurutos, to be exact. It was my thing, my little hide out for fifteen minutes in the morning.      ⋯ I didn’t mind when a male figure sat beside me and didn’t pay much attention as my eyes were still shut close. ( with probably a hundred eye boogers, gross. ) With my little straw, I cleaned the first two bottles of yogurt while scrolling on my phone. Let’s see what fans are saying about me this morning. I’ll admit it here, and here only, I like reading up on the comments. Netizens are ruthless but... I like reading it. What they’re thinking is all that I care about at times. Super unhealthy, but my career depends on their fondness of me.     ⋯ With an abundant amount of dislikes, my eyes drew to the comment as I read, ‘Throwing a party the day Bang Minah dies’. Ow? They shouldn’t be wishing on my death! My brows furrowed to the center, my nostrils flared, my eyes ran through the sentence a few more times. Taken back from the comment, I repeated it again but out loud this time. And this is when pretty boy replied to me with his comment.  

    ❛ You would go to my death party if there was cake?     Great! Now when I die, I can’t even have my own cake!     They’re probably going to have good cake too!     I mean.. it’s for me.     Would you not go if I give you a yogurt drink?     Pretty please?