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        Jae-Eun looks up from his meal (the stuff he’s been picking at for ages) and sighs in response, “Yeah I’m just... really out of it right now. I can’t tell if the stress of being ‘perfect’ or the lack of work is getting to me.” He messes with his phone to pause his music to listen to Yuna properly.

    Looking down at his food, he stares at it in slight horror at how long he’s been sitting there, and promptly pushes it away. “I uh..... should probably just find something else to eat at this point... “ There’s a sigh of disappointment, finally pulling himself from his chair, only to realize one of his feet is completely asleep so now he’s walking really poorly.

❛I .. it’s nothin’ BAD ; they aren’bad people, I swear it.❜

Seung-Hwa reeks of BOOZE ; it’s a stench that won’t wash out of his clothes, he’s taken one to many spills tonight. At first he had been FINE, things didn’t burn like they did now, and his face wasn’t flushed with heated irritation ( he’d called her in a first time drunken panic ; afraid and alone, he didn’t have BROTHERS to care for him now ).

❛I just …❜ He hiccups, and Seung-Hwa wasn’t sure if it was SHAME that seemed to be rising in his throat or something else, ❛ … wanted to – to try it ; it was blue!❜

She’s tugging him elsewhere, and he’s limp enough that a tug sends him stumbling to the ground ; arms outstretched to catch himself and eyes flutter closed, he waits to hit the ground, but the fall never comes.

❛O .. oh ... ❜

“H A N A this is the third time this week we’ve eaten take-out. It’s only Tuesday, Hana. Do we need to buy groceries?”

    It’s rare when jae-eun actually feels like talking to anyone about something other than life, and now he’s interested in harassing yuna into playing some sort of game with him. “Yuna-yah, do you have ANY free time? I’m sooooo bored!” draping himself across her chair like a child, he lets out a whining noise.

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      These media bits were always ridiculous, especially something like this. Shoulders high, there’s a squeak from Jae-eun. “You want me to do WHAT!?” There’s an anxious laugh as he tries to put on his facade, a hand very gingerly reaching into the box. A finger barely touches something and he jumps back.

    “Oh no!! its fuzzy and moving!! Why?!” Nearly yelling, he shakes his head a bunch, but then very slowly reaches back in. Tiny hands grab one of his fingers and he squeaks in response.  “Oh! It’s a mouse!!” He carefully picks up the animal, pulling out the animal and holding it close to his face. “At least you’re not biting, I’d yell at you if you bit me lil guy.”