#caesmae

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            Yijeong ✗ Liu Ming       One last time she was checking her face in the mirror of her locker, the bruises she had so carefully covered by make-up in the afternoon were starting to come out again as her foundation was being worn off and not lasting as greatly anymore. The only thought soothing would be that it was dark outside either way so there was no way her purple cheek would become evident to his eyes too much. Which she wasn't able to say about the pain she still felt in her sides with every step taken, especially as her heels had added to the tremor of her every movement and not even the amounts of alcohol consumed had been able to help her out just the slightest bit. All she could do now was to switch into flats before closing her locker, calling it a night as she wished goodbye to her colleagues before making her ways through the hallways and out onto the streets. Was Yijeong there already? He had mentioned something about having a similar end to his shift as hers and offered to pick her up but as she couldn't yet see him around, she was pulling out the cigarette she had mooched from her neighbor - well, not current neighbor, Minseo was stuck in the very same situation as she was for both their appartments had needed a bit of a renovation after it had become obvious that the floor heating on their level had been faulty and overheating, causing the wooden tiles in several rooms to turn dark and bent.       She was quick to light the little stick between her lips and take a first drag, it wouldn't be all that long until she was rather yearning to hide her face in her scarf to cover up her swollen face instead of making him feel guilty about her wounds. What an irony when he had been the one to cause those wounds...

( That reminds me of this anime, ‘Another’, just that was spn based but yes go for it!!!!!!! )

「 KEATON | ASK PROMPT。」

" how the fuck can i look at you? ”

he knows keaton, the guy wasn’t much different from himself — at least on the very surface. they’ve done some gigs at similar places while working minimum wage jobs, crossing paths, vaguely hanging over beers and grilled meat with their respective bands afterwards. but the last encounter they had was not exactly the most respectable one.

and it was all daehwan’s fault. nothing new there.

daehwan was often a quiet person, the one minding his own business while barely giving a shit about anyone else’s. for now, his face was in his hands and his eyes were focused on his coffee. the cafe was hardly busy, which made this slightly harder.

“ you literally saw me the whole night. the whole making out with my ex, then cussing her out or saying — whatever fucking shit i said, and then puking on her. ” only now, he looked at keaton with a sarcastic smile. “ i don’t know how you even got me out of my apartment, i literally wanted to die in a hole. ”

the smile immediately disappeared and he went back to hiding his face in his hands, letting out a small (embarrassed) groan.

“ wish i was dead, bro. nice and dead, out cold. ”