▲ on good days — * ,
“onward, ho!” the former acolyte declares with a squeal, pointing a finger forward as she presses into the male, legs wrapped around his waist tightly. she’s drunk—obviously—though a few glances cast at the younger indicates that he’s not far from being intoxicated himself. maybe. jiyeon isn’t too sure—nor does she care all too much—with the way her mind spins with the aid of alcohol and the shivers that dance along her spine due to the soaked clothing sticking to cold skin, there was little to really think about.
“i’m cold—jaebummie.” she whines nonetheless, not the slightest bit helpful as she presses her lips to his skin, pouting against it. “we should have just stayed and kept partying! it was just a little rain!”
wait.
was it really rain?
did that warehouse even have a roof?
wait.
