the hangover.
@haneulih
in this room where darkness festers, our golden boy’s usual glow is slow and muted. here he lies, shirtless, with his limbs twisted in every which way and his face hidden within the comfort of his pillows.
somewhere, his phone blares. hanbin groans and drags warm sheets over his head in an effort to ignore it.
but see, kim hanbin is nice. ( likable, good. nice, likable, good. nice—
another groan, this time longer. deeper, as if it comes from within his chest and scrapes along the ridges of his phlegmy throat on its route out. )
so here, his limbs stretch toward his bedside table, and he smacks its surface in laughable frenzy in search for his phone. when he finds it, he turns and squints at the phone’s bright light, never mind the splitting headache he’s awarded for last night’s affairs. the stench of alcohol sticks to his skin the way metaphorical glitter would on our golden boy.
hi. cheongpung land bungee jump confirmed your booking at 3pm—
“wait, what?”
he sits up despite the headache, and as he cradles the side of his head in one hand, he re-reads the message once more.
—booking for two for ₩120,000—
“what?” a single pause, a deep breath, “fuck.”
the cuss leaves his lips absentmindedly as he scrolls through his messages in hopes of finding an explanation, and he is almost overcome with fear before he peeks into his messages with haneul.
[ txt → 취한 친구 ㅎㅎㅎ ] can’t fuckign wait bro!!
“fuckfuckfuck—”
the culprit? alcohol. oh, isn’t it always?
( and as for the real culprit, the one he is unwilling to acknowledge: it is the unholy concoction of their friendship. because kim hanbin may be our precious golden boy, as is jeong haneul our favourite star boy with a chest full of all the bright lights our galaxy has to offer, and yet together, they are unholy. terrifying, even to each other. especially to each other. )
he forwards the booking confirmation.
[ txt → 취한 친구 ㅎㅎㅎ ] ?????????
[ txt → 취한 친구 ㅎㅎㅎ ] pls say this isn’t us tgt?
[ txt → 취한 친구 ㅎㅎㅎ ] this better not be w u
perhaps a final prayer, said on one’s knees at the edge of their bed, he messages jennie as he begs some divine entity for it to be with her, instead.
