#247dks

Seunghyun seemed to be more drunk than sober these days, fitting himself right into the tried-and-true category of an alcoholic-- not that he would ever, ever admit that though. He liked to think of himself as more of a functioning alcoholic, if there was such a thing. He did his duty and job during the day, following his family's orders to the letter, and then let himself wallow in self-pity and despair in his off-hours. It seemed like the perfect fit to him, and it wasn't like he wasn't already fairly miserable on his own.

Tonight though would have been a good time to stop and take stock of the direction his life was taking, maybe step a little away from himself to really realize what was going on. He consciously knew he should do this, even while he walked straight into a random apartment and wobbled along the wall, but he ignored it. This was his place... wasn't it? Nothing really looked familiar, but he brushed that off-- it wasn't like he could clearly see much of anything right now anyway.

All he could focus on was the couch in the middle of the room, and maybe it was a different color than the one he remembered, but he was sure it would morph back to normal once he'd woken up from his drunken stupor tomorrow.

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As he sits on the bed’s edge, with his gaze dropping to the nurse walking up to him, from afar he can already tell that she seems utterly familiar and seeing her not so enthusiastic expression, it’s no mystery that Jiyong is anonymous to her neither. After all, it’s not the first time this month when he’s in need of some stitches and painkillers. Out of habit, he wants to greet the other with a genuine smile, yet once the corner attempt to raise he then realizes how sore half of his face is.

He’s spent enough time in the waiting room for a couple of small scars gracing the inside of his palm to dry off and also to notice that his emergency probably wasn’t as urgent as other patients sitting in the chairs beside him. Although it was one of the most serious fights he’s had a questionable pleasure to be a part of, fortunately he didn’t end up looking as horribly as this teenage boy whose oddly bent arm made Jiyong feel both curious and shaken. If not the faintness taking him over whenever his eyes decided to trail off and watch his very own arm, he wouldn’t trouble himself with taking a cab straight to the hospital and would take those few pieces of glass out by himself. Maybe the knowledge gained from medical dramas could come in handy one day.

Suddenly hearing a voice coming from elsewhere than his distracted mind, a wince that painted his face at the previous images from the waiting room soon turns into plain indifference before raising his eyebrows at the nurse who’s obviously waiting for his response.

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it’s loud in the bar, the space filled with high-pitched, drunken laughter, people almost shouting to each other in weak attempts to stop what they’re saying from being drowned out, to make their words be heard over the music of the band that’s currently playing on the stage. baekhyun just watches them, sitting alone on his stool with his face cupped into one hand, expression annoyed and bored, eyes searching around for something, anything.

they flicker down to his phone when the screen lights up, buzzes against the wooden table to show him that he’s received a new message and he picks it up, fingers tapping the screen to see the preview of the message – it’s not from whom he expected it to be, actually just one from jongdae but the content of it doesn’t make him any more happy or relieved, just causes his mood to drop more when he cancels their meet up for the sake of fucking his girlfriend and baekhyun carelessly drops his phone back down onto the table, forehead knitting into a frown.

maybe he should just leave, go home or find a party. anything better than sitting here brooding over his best friend being a bitch.

but then there’s a glass pushed into his view, the ice inside clinking quietly and he looks up at the waiter that finally brought the drink he ordered a while ago. biting back a ‘took you long enough’ he just picks the glass up, taking a sip from the golden liquid, not taking his eyes off the waiter for a moment.

he looks familiar, did he see him somewhere before?

“i’m ordering another glass”, he says and then drowns his drink in a few quick gulps, enjoying the slight burn is causes along the inside of his throat. but when the waiter turns to leave, baekhyun still grabs his arm, pulls him back to take another look at his face, invading his personal space as he leans over too close. he’s sure he’s seen this guy somewhere, the squishy looking cheeks and also the small built looking just so awfully familiar to him.

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Typically work was the reason why Taeyong would eat, breathe, and live. Even through the rough days, he’d always find himself still loving his day at work in the end. The pay was good. The responsibilities were actually more fun than most. The coworkers were always fun and interesting. One that he worked particularly close with was Do Kyungsoo, the coordinator. To put things simply, Kyungsoo and Taeyong were the most dynamic duo, coordinator and curator. They worked incredibly closely but that didn’t mean they had a very close personal relationship. The two typically kept things professional since they both loved their jobs so much they were always focused.

For the past two weeks they had been working intensely on a huge project that was going to be a showstopper for the gallery. The exhibition was a piece of art itself in their eyes and they both were incredibly proud of it. Even though Taeyong always liked keeping his persona in the workplace as put-together and sensible as possible. However, he knew that the both of them needed to unwind a little bit and maybe if they got to know each other from a different side, their creative process would get a boost.

What was it that they could do though at such a late time at night? It was practically midnight and all of the fun, innocent places were closed. The only place his mind could come up with was a club or a bar. He figured a club was too rowdy so a bar was the more tame pick. All that he had to make sure to do was to keep his liquor at a stable level. Otherwise, that side of Taeyong would come out and that was the last thing he needed his coworker to witness. Hesitating to ask his coworker, they made their way to the front lobby together.