#fvyvko

" shit—oh, fuck. " the table of neglected computer parts piled into a mountain collapsed from an accidental bump-in. kyungmi lost her balance and used the table to stable herself, but the sudden shift of weight knocked everything to the floor. it also happens to be resting against the shared wall between apartments. so a thud against the wall was inevitable. " shh!! " she tries to hush the metal echoing off the laminated plywood floors while lowering to her knees. sweeping the technology into a pile, only to hit her head on the edge of the table. a string of curse words escapes in response. “ fuckin’ ridiculous. “ a disbelief laugh shook her head.

it started as ‘one drink-one shot’ outing—a fool's promise—glasses emptied one after another before walking became a struggle. a pretty girl's rejection soon followed, and the mission home, well... it was a mission indeed.

during his streams, it was often that he would interact with his viewers and subscribers, especially when he ( not that he would admit it ) sometimes ran out of content for the time he’d allocated to be online. so, today he had taken suggestions from those watching him, one of which had been to text random numbers, see who actually replied and would engage in a conversation with him. it was an interesting idea, and he decided to give it a try -- screen sharing his phone with his stream. obviously, his number and the numbers he were texting were hidden from them.

jaehwa >  unknown : hey jaehwa >  unknown : what are you wearing ??  👀

waking up after a night of drinking is never fun. although surviving should be rewarded, not punished. it was gradual but all at once; sound, taste, sight, smell, touch. like a system rebooting, it felt new—and odd. similar to being awakened from the dead. and hearing a deep voice say, " holy shit, you're alive. " proved that theory. her senses felt unfamiliar. the sheets beneath her lying body weren't hers. the taste of iron in her mouth—blood? the smell so appalling that it couldn't be distinguished. it wasn't until her vision could focus that the pieces began to fall into place; the hideout (as the boys would like to call it). a place she once lived in and upheld the cleaning responsibilities. it seems no one continued that once she moved into dallyeog. a low, raspy chuckle escaped when she saw the other two rush in with doe-like eyes, sitting up. she was on the couch—how kind of them. but she doesn't remember partying with them. in fact, she doesn't remember anything at all. her memory ends with dallyeog fading in the background on a friday night, attending the annual end of the year university party. she's sure she'll hear all about it from her friends later. " you guys are up early for a saturday. " she jokes with a laugh. her hands covered her face. her head (oddly enough) didn't hurt, but it felt light—as in empty. her entire body and soul felt off. with no response from anyone, she looks up to see faces of concern and worry.

" kyungmi... it's monday afternoon. "

hours of explanation later, she understood why they were surprised to see her conscious. there was dried blood running from her nose to her lips and a gash on the left of her lower lip—possibly from broken glass. she speculates. an hour was spent staring at herself in the bathroom mirror, a lifeless gaze. a person unrecognizable. she truly outdid herself this time. a well-needed shower and food brought colour back into her skin and strength to travel home. there were still dark circles weighing her eyes down and the noticeable blue bruise surrounding the cut on her lip, but she no longer portrayed a zombie.

home has always been a disturbed word to clinge to, gi didn’t knew that until a few months ago. the bliss of innocence was great before that; things would enfold without hardship, all she had to do was be tolerable, quiet, graceful. long ago were the nights in uncertanty of accomplishing an escape, eventually she’d do it.

tonight was the night, discreet and raspy she gathered a bag with a few clothes and just promised to stay away for a while. it wasn’t the first time that month, she slept with a couple of friends and in saunas before, but today she had no place to go. and as scared as that might sound, gi was actually excited for this type of reckless abandon.

she had already burned most of her pocket money with alcolohic bevarages, junk food and a cute bracelet . . . now she was homeless but fashionable at best. most passing on the street would see the half drunk newly young adult girl and be in disregard, fortunally she was too oblivious to care.

gi finally stood by the lamp post of the neighbour thinking how completely lost she was —  in all aspects of life. the water which started raising in her eyes, quickly brushed off with a single head movement. no more mercy for herself.  

maybe it was time to come back crawling, asking for forgiveness or just pretending like nothing happened at all, it was the protocol they knew by heart. but this time was different, gi knew that and deep down she just wanted a prove of such. it was not like she believed in signals, so she just gave up and sitted on the floor like a mutt in the rain, all hope shattered. 

𝙹𝚄𝙽𝙴 📤: hey yeah i’d love to

𝙹𝚄𝙽𝙴 📤: is tmmrw gud?

This was the first time she had talked to Fuyuko over text since she had given her her number. She was excited to hang out with her for the first time. She had forgotten to give her a kissy face in her text but she wasn’t concerned with it. She tried to make her friends feel as welcomed as possible. They might even come over to her apartment. She was pretty excited to hang out with her new friend. What wonders could they find at the mall? What could they experience together? That was all that she was wondering.

𝙹𝚄𝙽𝙴 📤: wear something cute!

+ what’s the most impulsive thing you can picture your muse doing

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