#divcnire

“Mmm...”

Rose opened her eyes to a dim lighting. Old makeup was caked around her eyes and one rub of the back of her hand against her brow sent it smearing down her cheek. She’d groggily pushed her front from the booth she’d passed out on. 

She knew a throbbing hangover better than anyone else, but with it still being fresh and a bit of the inhibited cognition from the lingering alcohol in her system, could only assume she was still in the bar. And a handsome face in front of her. 

“Hm?” Swinging her legs so they were touching the floor was a dangerous move. Even balancing her top half was dangerous as her head rolled forward and against the man’s abdomen, Rose grunting out in the pain that throbbed across her forehead. “I, uh....I’m drunk,” she explained, though doubted he’d need an explanation. “I’ll...catch a cab or something. Sorry. I’m fine.”

VERA: Bitch, could you have a more complicated drink order? I can't believe you sent me over here to give a Starbucks order!

VERA: They're also 15 people behind, out of everything good and the trainee is spilling everything else...

VERA: Do you have a plan B drink order? I think I'm just getting a rum and coke

VERA: Hello?

VERA: Chaerin, seriously?

yiwon wouldn’t necessarily say that he was a good boy. sure he made sure that he studied hard and got all of his assignments handed in on time if not early. but that wasn’t his entire focus in his life. the odd occasion he did go out and party. letting loose, and unwinding every once in a while. but he never got into anything that the other did. and honestly he wasn’t sure what it was that had attracted him to the other. the challenge to get the other to fall in love with him was something else entirely. it would have been a massive lie if trying to see the other’s eyes looking at him in a completely different way than he’d ever thought of looking at someone. 

It has been a whole month — one month since the fateful night of her birthday, the same night she met the beautiful stranger by the name of Jihoon, where she lost a huge part of her that she knew she wouldn’t ever get back. One whole month — since she chickened out the morning after and like the coward that she was, walked out on him. 

If someone were to ask her why she did so, she couldn’t put her finger on it either. Maybe because she was afraid of what he had to say in the morning? Afraid she’d be kicked out, or scared that he’d regret his decision of sleeping with her? Nevertheless, she found herself scrambling to get out of his place the morning after, only leaving behind a measly sticky note on his fridge to thank him for her wonderful birthday.  Ever since then, though she returned to her life of mundane tasks like school and her singing, among other things — he’s been on her mind. And she didn’t know what irked her more: the fact that she would always find herself fantasizing about that one night with someone she barely knew, or the fact that she was mad at herself for not even exchanging numbers with him.

Not that he would care, right? She was merely a momentary plaything to him, probably. Something he’d get bored of eventually, a collection to his numerous trophies. Or at least.. that’s what she tells herself every time the thought arises. Other than that, she was fine. It’s not like they’re going to run into each other anytime soon, right? She doesn’t run in the same circle as him, and is barely one to party ( although admittedly, it has crossed her mind every single weekend to try and visit the club they met in — which she stopped herself from doing each time, of course ). There was no way she would ever see Jihoon again, no way in hell.

“Where’s Jungmin?” She asks one of their household help as the old lady cleans the hallway, with Yuna lugging a tray full of tea in both hands. As soon as she’s given her little brother’s whereabouts, she heads on over to the study — knowing fully well that it was his first day of his tutoring classes. Yuna only wanted to show her teacher some good old hospitality and show her brother some support while at it. But as soon as she pushed the door open, the appearance of the person sitting beside her ten year-old brother causes her to drop the tray, breaking everything on it and causing the most obnoxious ruckus that echoed through their huge house.

It was him. The last person she ever wanted to see at the moment. 

“I—“ 

“Did you already fall asleep?”

Isobel peeked over the pages of the book she’d been holding to the body sprawled across her couch. Given the gentle rising and lowering of his chest he must’ve fallen asleep a while ago, but she’d been so immersed in the story she hadn’t paid attention to the silence of her apartment.  

She’d found an odd comfort in his presence like this. They’d grown to trust each other so much in their some years of friendship he could sleep around her just as calmly as if he was in his own home -- even when they had dinner plans they had to be at within the hour. 

Isobel, moving as quietly as she could, set aside her book and stood from the chair she’d been longing in to approach Hanuel. She’d carefully tugged down the blanket she kept drawn over the back of the cushion over his sleeping form with a little grin, pausing to tuck in the area above his neck and caught her fingers delicately brushing over his jaw. 

A gentle sigh released from the model as she wandered into the kitchen to see what she had to cook since clearly going out later wasn’t a possibility. And to her, that was totally fine. Isobel would do anything for him.