#geenossi

Parties. Places where people go to meet other people and dance and talk loudly over a too loud music. And obviously, there’s alcohol. A lot of alcohol. Too much alcohol. Gaeul sighed as she watched a young man - no more than twenty years old - passing out on the floor next to the wall she was standing at, trying to protect herself from terrible breaths smells and even worse pick up lines. She didn’t understand what was the fun in getting drunk to the point of throwing up or forgetting what happened. Well, she couldn’t say that she was an alcohol and party kind of girl anyway but she definitely felt a gap between her and the other people in the house. Which was nothing surprising. Braving herself to walk through the crowd to reach the garden because she was suffocating inside, she carefully held her bottle of soda in her hands and made her way towards the doors that led outside. She couldn’t even leave because she was here for researches, for her own understanding of the world and, truth to be told, people talked more easily when they were drunk. Not that she wanted to know about their secrets or the bad things they did in the past, but she thought that they weren’t going to think she was that weird by asking them that famous questions: “Who are you?”She took in a deep breath of fresh air as soon as she was outside and she ended up coughing her lungs out because there were smokers everywhere: this was something she couldn’t understand. Why would they pay for something that would eventually kill them? Smoking didn’t even bring any kind of pleasure, just less stress, maybe. Her nose wrinkled up in disgust as she stepped around before she, inevitably, bumped against someone and made them spill their drink. Awe to the some."I’m sorry! I didn’t watch where I was walking because I was too focused on trying not to inhale any smoke which, just saying, was difficult because they’re smoking everywhere and it’s like there’s a cloud of smoke surrounding the house. I’m not really inclined to die tonight or anytime soon especially as Christmas is just around a corner and I have my first Christmas party to attend which I’m pretty sure will not be like this party. Anyway!” She cleared her throat and finally looked up at the person she was babbling to. He was tall. And surprisingly seemed sober. “You’re not drunk.” She stated, closing her eyes soon after. “I’m so sorry, this was innappropriate, you can do whatever you want. This is what people do at parties, anyway, right? They do what they want and I wasn’t judging you or anything, actually I feel relieved to have bumped into probably the only other sober person of the party and I’m totally babbling, which will stop. In 3…2…1.” And Gaeul thought at this moment that she should stop drinking soda at parties. Or even stop going to parties. Or stop breathing, or like, she could take a deep breath of the ciggarette smoke and die, that’d be helpful, right now. 

[ sms ] come back soon u_u

"Hot, very hot. And sweet at the same time. Sometimes with whipped cream. I mean, I can do without, too. Ugh, it just feels so good and I can never get enough and I think I could become obsessed with it." She groaned then looked at Jino before she pointed at the drink on the table. "If tea didn’t exist, hot chocolate would probably be my favorite drink."

"Yah!" She shouted, knocking on the door to the bathroom. You would think such a nice building would have a bathroom for the boys and a bathroom for the girls scattered around, but unfortunately the closest one was too far away for her to willingly walk to. The only bathroom close enough to her was a shared one, a shared on that was currently occupied and the occupier was taking far too long for her liking. "Can you hurry up? I don't think I can hold it any longer." She wouldn't usually rush people but at this moment in time, there was no way she couldn't. She had to urinate so badly she was almost about to do it on herself. It was all the tea she had previously been drinking. She knew she would regret it the moment she drank her third glass. "I will pay you to get out of there." Her words were desperate and she hoped whoever was in there was able to hear her.

So as she pulled up to the Ice building, she was practically running from her car and into the building towards the elevator. But she couldn't run, not with a box of cheesecake in her hand; that was far too risky. What if it dropped? Then the deal she made would be totally irrelevant. Flash forward a few minutes and she was finally standing in front of the door to his studio and knocking. "Yah, open up if you want to see this cheesecake alive!"

"My relationship with Jino?" Gaeul tilts her head to the side slightly and blinks a few times, her cheeks puffed out as she thinks about the right words to answer this question. "Well, we’re friends— I hope that we are! I know that I consider him as my friend. I think he does, too— Anyway!" She grins sheepishly. "We have some similarities and I really enjoy talking to him because he has that mysterious aura. Which makes me really curious about him because I don’t like mysteries. I’d like to talk more to him though since we don’t know that much of each other. I’m afraid I could annoy him for some reasons though. I don’t know. I just enjoy spending time with him since we think alike, sometimes."

Gaeul laid on her back with her eyes closed after she had embarrassingly slipped on the floor because of newly bought fully and colorful socks. She had been reading a book, Jino by her side and himself reading, when her phone that she had left in the kitchen rang. Obviously, she trotted to get it but seconds later, her feet were betraying her. Damn it.  She didn’t dare to move for a while, especially when the male hovered over her, panic lacing his tone. It could only happened to her and she was too ashamed to even breathe. “…Please ignore me and let me die here.” 

"That's why people give hickeys! Or when things get too passionate or when they want to mark their territory." She explains with a light chortle.