#advjjong

[ sms→ Memey Bro ]: has anyone ever told u that ur amazing because u r

[ sms→ Memey Bro ]: i think i have enough 2 cover half

its warmer beside jonghyun, and well--mostly because of the alcohol. she finds herself always drinking more of it in his company, and even in her foggy state, cannot recall the last time she had more than a glass of wine outside of her time with him.

spoiler: there never was.

“jonghyun,” she’s swaying as she strides across her kitchen. the house smells like hot chocolate and she loves it, loves the way it wraps around her like her sweater. “you are,” a pause for a moment, her drunk mind trying to catch words.

“the best.” she completes after a moment.

he laughs at her from the sofa. “jiyeon, you know what else would make me the best?”

“jonghyun if you start bragging about your sex life again i am going to leave.”

another pause. “wait, no you’ll leave this is my home.”

he stands from the sofa, mouth jutting out and offended. “no, no, no that--” though there is a small smirk behind the pout. “if you wanted details on how great i am just ask the ladies themselves.” 

she can all but sigh, feigning exhaustion when both of them know she is utterly charmed by him. 

“anyways, no. i got a good idea.”

“those always end poorly, jonghyun.”

“shhhhhh--” he shoots her a small glare. “okay, so the plan is. we drink more.”

jiyeon looks at the tipping kitchen, then back at him. she decides the world isn’t spinning quite as fast as she likes it, and nods. “okay, but it is christmas day and everything is closed and you definitely finished the last bottle of wine without even letting me get a glass.”

“you took too long to drink it.” he’s moving, horribly she notes, stumbling over furniture to the small tree in her living room. “open your gift from me.”

jiyeon groans, more at the thought of moving her legs ( making her work when she’s already so drunk! the thought! ), but she moves none the less. slowly, she makes her way to him, grumbling. “i dont see how presents are going to make this better jonghyun. alcohol is the only real cure!”

he laughs, lift a wrapped box from the tree, and pushes it into her mid-drift. “just open it.”

her fingers, clumsy, find the edge of the paper and tear. once cleared, it reveals a box. which she tears into as well--only to find another box. 

she glares at him, but continues. 

another box, and then another.

and then the final, which she is ripping through with sore fingers and a nasty glare.

inside, are tiny bottle of booze--rum, twisted vodka, bits of wine. a collection of honest beauty. 

he smiles broadly at her. “lets get drunk.”

( TW: drug abuse )

the cracked windows do no justice to the lingering smoke across the layout of the kitchen. the smell is husky and deep and while jiyeon is no stranger to it, it still leaves a small tickle inside her nose. but the aroma is a comfort, per usual, as it lingers and wafts through the room. behind it, the scent of warming chocolate and fudge rises.

it makes her mouth water.

whether it was from the chocolate or the drug, she was not sure.

it was different than smoking the herbal remedy. it was something that took and warmed her body, left her happy and giddy and calm and so content. which was, honestly, rather odd for jiyeon--who preferred biting and barking over sitting calm and quiet any day.

and today, she had decided to make the treat for jonghyun--who, unlike most at advent, typically fell right into step with her. jiyeon, with her distaste for men, could honestly admit she enjoyed him. liked his voice and his laugh and the calm her brought her. he was a mess, yes. but so was she. and perhaps that only eased her into feeling like home.

there’s a soft ding, the oven warning her that her goods were finished. she gathers herself from her prop against the sofa and makes her way to the kitchen, where the thick smell lingered in heavy waves. she finds her oven mitts and pulls the brownies from their warm home, settling them on top of the stove to cool before removing the gloves.

and her hands find her phone to text the screecher himself-- i made you something special. 

consider it an early christmas gift. 

and a gift it was.

she waits for the treat to cool and wraps the top of her dish with foil. the brownies are still warm, but the pan is cool enough to touch. with the goods ready, she makes her way to the door, trudging on her coat and not bothering to tie her boot laces at all. 

she crosses from the cogender dorm room to the familiar walls of the male dorm, hurrying to rush the warm gift ( and to avoid exposure ). and sure enough, she quickly finds the room--a bright “a2″ glistening on the door.

she doesn’t bother to knock, the door has always been open to her. 

instead, she reaches with a free hand, twists the knob, and barges through. 

@advxjjong

Haunted houses are cool. They have always been cool and being able to go into one and not even flinch at all of the monsters and blood makes you the baddest of asses. So, obviously, Minhyuk is the type of person who adores a good haunted house. He’s only the coolest guy and he’s also a badass, so that only makes sense. Jonghyun? Well, Minhyuk’s not sure. There probably should have been some registration in his head that bringing the guy who screams so loud he bursts people’s eardrums into a haunted house that is intended to make people scream is a very bad idea. But Minhyuk’s about as bright as a dying light bulb, so the whole concept shoots right over his head and is replaced by how cool it is to go to a haunted house with your bro. 

So he invited Jjong to come along and of course Jjong said yes. It would be super rude if he didn’t. Well, not like super rude but Minhyuk probably would have pouted and whined about the whole thing. Going to a haunted house alone is mega lame. It makes you look like you have no friends or something. Minhyuk has friends- lots of friends- so he doesn’t want to give people the wrong impression or anything. That would be even lamer of him. Misleading people.

Because he’s cool.

Of course, none of that really matters currently. Things in this haunted house are a bit to realistic for his tastes, in the way that it’s actually not just a neat attraction and actually a murder night for two. It’s straight up real. Real people are dying. Real people are actually already quite dead. It took him about three seconds to start screaming and wrapping his arms around Jjong in hopes of some sort of comfort- body shaking and eyes squeezed shut. He’s not made for this sort of situation. People dying isn’t a normality for him and that makes this a first. He’s never seen a dude die. Never really wanted to either.

So he buries his face in Jjong’s shoulder and whimpers weakly. Sure, when things went to shit the two of them broke into a dead out run holding hands like they were married or some shit. Maybe Minhyuk ran a bit fast and maybe Jjong ended up falling before Minhyuk took to hugging him for dear life, but all of that is far from important to Minhyuk’s obviously logical thought process. The hall is empty enough- sort of wrecked for some reason. He sobs just a bit more before finally pulling away from his friend. His expression reads as dead- pained. He doesn’t really know what he’s even thinking.

“J-Jjong, man, p-people... Those people fuckin’ died, man! That wasn’t a fuckin’ joke they up and- and died! They got speared and that guy w-was , like-- like laughin’ and talkin’ about s-survival and shit like it was- was no big deal! What the fuck are we suppose t’ do? People a-ain’t... I can’t like-- Should we try t’ help ‘em o-or?? Or do we-- I dunno’. I dunno’. Fuck. Fuck.” He shakes more- hands reaching up to pull at his hair. Both of them are on their knees in the middle of some rotten hallway dressed in low lighting and broken walls. It looks like something has been here and it’s caused quite the mess, but Minhyuk doesn’t care- can’t care. He just wants to feel like he’ll be ok. Like this isn’t real.