( bro ) code 77
@orbjaewon
his bones hurt a little less with a lot more alcohol, and a person to keep him company.
at this point, kirin can’t care any less if jaewon’s roommate comes in, or if anyone busts them for drinking. it’s not like they’re doing it on their stations, and besides, he believes that they’ve earned it, even a little bit. the bottle remains firmly in his hand and he swears it’s a little bit of alcohol that has stained the collar of his shirt, not tears and snot, and that his face is red because of his drink, not because he’s been crying on-and-off for the past five minutes to the tune of some somber song with alien lyrics he can’t pronounce.
“i can’t believe she’d – ugh –,” is the most eloquent he would ever be that night about the whole issue. in fact, it’s the most he hopes he’ll say about it. just because he and jaewon have dealt with each other’s intoxicated bullshitting doesn’t mean he’ll have to spill it all out; instead, he takes another swig. “taeha has got to be the worst person in this universe, after you and me.”
