#247v

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Clubs aren’t typically his preferred go-to destination on a free Friday night, or any night, really. With a peculiar one being his workplace, Junhoe tried his best to get around those. But what won’t you do for your friends. They knew he would be far from enthusiastic about going somewhere loud and crowded, yet he didn’t want them to see him as a total square. Maybe he would manage to force himself to have fun in there, but the moment they walked into Lush and the blasting music was a shrill noise for his ears, he knew he’d have a very hard time faking gladness.

When they disappeared to get more drinks (at least that’s what they told him), he was left leaning against the wall, sipping on his non-alcoholic beverage whilst fantasizing how splendid it would’ve been to be at home right now. His jaded eyes started to wander and then they zeroed in on two people, where one of them probably had a drop too much. It didn’t look like it was going in a good direction. Putting away his glass, Junhoe let his emotions drive him. He could get himself into serious trouble, but it had no importance as long as the other male wouldn’t get hurt. And before his brain even registered that, his fist was already gliding through the air until it hit the hooch hound’s jaw.

Stepping back rapidly, shock was engraved onto his face. Violence sometimes was the most explicit answer. Turning to the man, for whom the night might’ve ended quite sorely, he gulped and blinked repeatedly, still dazed by what had just happened. “Sorry, I-- Are you all okay?”

( — @247v )

The evening was suspiciously tranquil, but a tiny bit of undisturbed calmness was exactly what he was seeking for after dedicating his previous days to living it up in the company of spirits. His liver was begging for a break and so was Jiyong himself. Apparently, the headaches could get even more annoying and he definitely wasn’t captivated by the idea of dealing with dizziness tomorrow morning too. Whilst lighting up a new cigarette, he was sitting on a sun lounger metres away from the deserted pool, obviously with no intentions to hop in anytime soon. Smoking was probably prohibited in that spot and he must’ve more or less intentionally neglect the information board. Nobody was supervising the area anyway.

( — @247v )

The time before Lush’s opening reminds him of the quiet before the storm — one that’s pleasant and worth looking forwards too and not a devastating thunder which wreaks nothing but unrestrained havoc. Those preparations always the same routine, yet when Jiyong started paying the club less frequent visits due to his schedule’s sudden and drastic change he was missing such repetitiveness more than ever. In fact, there was no need for him to work there anymore, but he didn’t have the heart to leave this place after all the years he had spent behind the mixing board. Now he treats it more like a way to unwind at the end of the day when he’s not swimming in paperwork than an additional source of income.

Besides the sentiments tightly wrapped around it, his co-workers were a rand reason for him to still hang about there. The staff was made up of those for whom Lush was almost like their second home and also new faces. Some were only seeking temporary and quick cash flow before fleeing elsewhere, some stayed for much longer.

It had already been several months since their team welcomed a new bartender and Jiyong heartily hoped he wouldn’t bid a farewell anytime soon. Checking the sound system and his equipment was as usual as talking to the man wherever he had a while. And tonight it was the same old tale. Once he was done with regularly testing his DJ-ing toys and making sure the speakers were ready for delivering the sound of the best quality, his eyes habitually scanned the surroundings to locate the bar and spot the exact person he was searching for. Rushing downstairs, an amicable smile was dragging the corners of his mouth upwards whilst he was dashing in the male’s direction.

@247v (tw: bullying)

Wheels spun on the newly polished floors as the bin was pushed towards the garbage site of Cheongnam High. There are cleaning attendants hired by the academic institution, but her teacher have assigned each group in her class to do good and help lighten their workload which will obviously not be followed by most of the students since they don’t want to get their hands dirty even if they already are. Hana doesn’t mind, though. The aforementioned teacher is actually much better than those who are consistently getting paid by parents just for their dear sons and daughters get a high grade.

As she sauntered on towards the location, she heard some scuffling and laughter at the open field below her. A cacophony of guffaws. She immediately knew that it belonged to the empty-headed trolls who torments other students for their wicked amusement. Hana chose not to pry. She has other agendas and getting right at the crosshairs is last of the things she desired. However, she couldn’t stand it. Thus, she opened the bin, the suffocating smell of garbage almost made her puke, but she had to do it. Grabbing the black garbage bag, she dumped all of its contents right at the spot of the bullies below.

She quickly hid from plain sight, grateful for the wall panel to cover her. Once she felt the ruckus faded away, Hana stood up and looked at the lower floor, discovering the student who has been recently terrorized. She took the flight of stairs and approached the other.

TEXTS MEME — accepting

@247v

                           Qiu wore one of his finest, most expensive, and most sexy looking clothes that could ever grace his body. One of his friends was hosting a party... A 3 to 5 day cruise ship party that is; and of course, what party would be complete if Qiu wasn’t there to grace them all with his presence?

He even found the perfect companion to come with him to the party. The ever amazing and elusive Taehyung-- V. 

“Oh Tae,” Qiu calls out to the other, already picking up his friend from his house. “You’re going to get so fucking stoned at this party.” He sighs dreamily. “And all those babes for 5 days, bikinis and skinny dipping,” he whistles at the images in his head.