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“And who wouldn’t pick up a catch like you?” It comes out half sarcastic, because her affection for alcohol always made her soft for pretty girls. 

She tips the glass back, peers into the bottom of the bottle like she’s searching for answers or some other metaphor, then sets it down with blatant frustration because she’s not drunk enough to be skipping out on a fight tonight. The anticipation has been tingling at the surface of her skin, but at the call for a night out she’s abandoning her gloves for a pair of uncomfortable (but very cute) heels. Kyungri raises her hands, waves over the bartender and signals for another round. 

“So tell me, who left you high and dry, and stuck with me tonight?” Not that she minded the company. Sitting within her office for sixteen hours a day was becoming detrimental to her sanity. The papers piled on, the workload doubled due to favoritism and work place discrimination. Those are her hypothesis at least. For the time being, she’ll stick to politically correct terms. Perhaps she’d ought to call tomorrow off, because as of right now it felt like the shackles had broken and eager wings are ready to take flight. 

He digs his pinky into his ear, aggressively itching it as he feigned disinterest to her words. Though he appreciated where this all came from – someplace caring, a place where she was somewhat worried for his general well being, there was a sting of agitation underlying his stoic demeanor. Living with this overbearing weight of dissatisfaction, of depression desaturating the world into monotonous gray, he was more than aware of the fact. It was all in his fucking head, wasn’t it? There’s still a piece of him that years to live, that wants nothing more than to pick himself back up and do better. 

But some says he wakes up and cannot bring himself to get up even though he has work in ten minutes. He cannot bear the idea of being around other people. He cannot face the world sober and mentally whole. Everything is too loud, too present that it had to be dialed back into something bearable. It was killing him, everyone around him was aware. It was prominent in the dark circles under his eyes, his sluggish movements, detached conversation. Such a poor excuse of a life. 

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