#247bora

( — @247xbora​ )

Sitting by a table settled in the clubs corner, where the blasting music wasn’t as boisterous but he could still watch people from afar and quietly anticipate their further actions, Jiyong restlessly stirred his colourless drink with the straw. His very few friends with whom he came there were either lost in the crowd crazing on the dance floor or they just forgot about him. Not like he was very bothered, though. Although it was a great tradition of his to get trashed on a Friday night so he wouldn’t have a single recollection of it the following day, that night he just felt like sipping on whatever he ordered — only when his glass was half-drained, the sweet taste made him question whether any drop of alcohol was there.

His eyes leisurely scanned over the place, hoping to eventually find himself some other company if he was already left all alone. Jiyong wasn’t even conscious of the grumpiness he showed whilst resting chin on his palm and giving the glare bordering on deadly. Yet his eyebrows were pulled together not because he was internally grumbling about the world surrounding him but for the sake of sharpening his vision, so he wouldn’t be seeing blurry silhouettes moving in the distance anymore. Then his gaze abruptly stopped on a scene happening near the bar counter. A tipsy guy seemed to be an extremely persistent one as he possibly tried to hit on the female beside. In addition, she didn’t look to be enchanted by his pathetic endeavours.

Chaerin turns her head nervously to look behind them and bites her lower lip as the lights flash across her face. She curses in French while gripping the car upholstery, the leather doing nothing for her mood, but helping ground her more in her surroundings. “Shit, this can’t happen,” she mutters, looking back to the front windshield and running her fingers through her hair. “I don’t even need to check, i know I smell like alcohol. Shit.”

At least she knew she’d drank more than Bora had, and Bora was the one driving. Maybe they could spin some story to the police officer who was now making his way to their parked car. “We should start crying. Quick do it! Can you do it? Nevermind, just let me handle it.” Chaerin focuses her emotions and thoughts all on one single image, one idea in her head, the thoughts that never really leave and always hide in the back of her mind. Possibly the only thing that could get her to cry in an instant. Dongyul, her little brother- the mental screenshot on the television of his car crash.

There had been steel in his manager's voice when she'd commanded him to take Bora to the Annual Spring Carnival. It was the kind of weight she placed on him a lot lately, to do as he was told, after having made such a mess of things. She wanted him to get to know Bora more, so he obliged and called the young woman. It wasn't that he didn't want to take Bora in the first place or that he didn't want to go, but being forced into it was the worst part.

Scratch that- the worst part was the amount of paparazzi trying to subtly follow them around the park, watching and snapping pictures of every move they made. He felt like he was being analyzed underneath a microscope, which only made him even more nervous while he was trying to act laid back with his "girlfriend." How in the hell was he supposed to actually get to know Bora in these circumstances?

"Do you like snackfood?" he asked quietly as they walked along the shops, until coming to a few game stands. "Or we could play a game?" Act natural, Seunghyun, come on. Instead, he went for a teasing tone. "Nah we probably shouldn't, I'd totally beat you."

Dear Bora,

I always believed that the most important thing is to keep the best moments in mind, but letting go can be a hell of a challenge.

You probably remember me as that cheating asshole preferred to trust other than you, right? Well, there’s some truth about it, I suppose. But you were no saint either, dear.

Day by day, I was constantly manipulated by our fellow friends — unfortunately, I was too young and too naive to see their rotten intentions. It was too late when I finally grew a little smarter. But enough about me!

In spite of each damn thing that had happened between us, I want you to still remember the good memories we made. And whenever you think of me (if you do, of course), just think back to the Jiyong who had drawn your attention one time.

@247bora