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✒️ | @aa247

He had lost count in those nights long ago, and although he took a break from it all for nearly two years, nothing seemed to have changed. Including his attitude. Every time at Dark Paradise he was getting fully into character, June the raunchy stripper was the complete opposite to this painfully casual Junhoe he introduced to way more people. Walking into the club, he left his daily life behind and when his shift was over he was forgetting everything that went down at his workplace.

With his hair flawlessly styled and a little bit of dark eye-shadow, Junhoe was looking more like a rebellious twin he never had. The black half-transparent shirt and uncomfortably clinging leather pants weren’t exactly his regular fashion choice neither, but this very stile was fitting June like a glove. Few more subtle adjustments and he was ready to go, maybe all that was missing was a shot of soju for courage, yet he wanted to keep his serene consciousness. It was a full house tonight (he could hardly recall the club being ever any emptier).

da·tsu·zo·ku (noun): unbounded by convention; free

MOODBOARD — ASANO AYA & KWON JIYONG

 ❛ life’s a game, but it’s not fair;  i break the rules, so i don’t care,   so i keep doing my own thang. ❜

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tonight was probably the only time ( or at least one of those times ) she had talked to people the most, the only time she wasn’t trying to avoid people. all thanks to alcohol. she probably would regret all this if she started to sober up, but that’s if she even remembered any of this. it’s a great night---well, after she had drank a little too much---so she was just living it while it lasted. after all, this chance didn’t come often, she had to grab it while she could. 

after drinking so much, sumin had started to get hungry. luckily not many was around the food table, which meant she was going to have it all to herself. but before she could take any of the food, her gaze fell onto something that didn’t seem too uncommon in her eyes. it was a tattoo. two flying ravens. she had the exact same tattoo on the side of her right hand, and so was this one. she knew other people might have the same tattoo, but her eyes couldn’t fool her now. 

she was confident that this was aya, or at least this tattoo did convince her anyways. looking up to meet the person’s face, her smile grew wider upon recognizing those familiar looking of lips. “i didn’t know you’ll come here,” she mused, reaching for a chocolate muffin. “that outfit looks really good on you by the way.” sumin was wearing gloves, therefore there was no way aya could see her tattoo. it would be hilarous if she couldn’t figure out who it was. 

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his steps are quiet, the pads of his soles gentle against the rain-damped sidewalk, his jacket tucked in tightly around himself against the chill. the wind howls around him like a mournful lover, the bite of it desperately tugging on his clothes, and he hates it. he’s come outside without a hat or a car, his hair whipping against his ears and the frame of his face wildly; he knows he’ll look a mess by the time he gets to his destination. twilight hovers just over the horizon, the sun yawning low in the atmosphere, and he knows the temperature is only going to drop further, along with his mood.

he clenches his teeth and hunches his shoulders up, taking longer strides and ducking his chin, refusing to notice the stars peeking down at him, interested, coaxing. his eyes sting and he sniffs, only making his discomfort worse, until finally the house peers into view and he lets out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. his pace is quickened and his eyes sharpen, the frozen nubs of his fingertips digging painfully against his palms, leaving crescents in their wakes, but it’s better than the numbness that threatens his body heat. usually his inner fury tends to keep him warm enough, even in the darkest parts of winter, but climbing the steps to aya’s garage hardly gives him reason to anger.

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even with her fifth drink now, nothing had seemed to chance. she could still hear the annoying noise made by the same person who had been talking to her since hours ago. somehow she’s surprised she hadn’t punched him yet by now, all she wanted was to drink alone and he came out of nowhere making it looked like she actually wanted his company and nonsense talk. she didn’t really pay attention to what he's saying, but then she remembered something about him pestering her into playing the truth and dare game---he must be wasted as hell, why would he ask a stranger to play such a game here? fine. if he wanted to play, she would play. 

“dare,” she suddenly blurted out. “tell me your dare.” the drunk man stared blankly at her for a second, probably taken aback of her sudden change in attitude, but didn’t take long enough to come up with a response. “i dare you to kiss anyone in this club.” god, that’s so cliche. she felt stupid for a moment to expect that he would have some crazy dare to give out, but if that’s his best shot, then fine. “that’s fucking easy,” sumin scoffed, already standing on her heels as she scanned the room briefly. “watch me.” her eyes laid on a girl who sat alone at the corner of the room, probably trying to drink the night away. would she love a little company?

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There are times when Jiyong wouldn’t hesitate about disavowing any relatedness to his parents and as heartless as it may sound, certain situations bring him closer to actually cutting them out of his life they’re notoriously tampering with as if it’s their own. Ever since he was a child he’s been putting up with too much of their nonsense that it really left him surprised how some bits of his patience remained. But what they recently came up with was absolutely the last straw and despite the frustration the whole ridiculous idea aroused, somehow he ended up agreeing to this. For his own good, perhaps.

It was his ultimate nightmare that his parents would eventually try to find him the other half, somebody he could settle down with and therefore stop being the family disgrace after they allegedly witnessed his unsuccessful relationships. That was the very last field of his life he wanted his mother and father to nose in, however, they had the sheer audacity to set him up with a complete stranger. All he got to learn was her name — Asano Aya. He had no clue how she could’ve known his parents, but he supposed it was more or less business-related. Her parents were probably equally influential, he assumed. Jiyong didn’t have the energy to argue with them and again try to politely make them aware his love life was nothing to be so horribly interested in.

Sitting in the expensive restaurant they’ve chosen, just like they picked the navy blue suit for him to wear, he once more rethinks his decision and internally curses himself for daring to think saying yes to this ordeal back then wouldn’t hurt. Because right now his bitterness is reaching its peak and the mysterious Aya hasn’t arrived yet. With plenty of people walking in and out, it’s even more of a challenge to spot a stranger and figure out it might be her.

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