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"Yyyouvs never sseen a drunk guy before?" The liquor soaked into his whole being and waying heavy upon his tongue. Leaning himself up against the taller male’s frame with a long arm draped over the other’s shoulders. Grinning like an idiot before planting his lips to Gongyoo’s cheek for a sloppy peck. "Mmmwah~. Have I-eeee ever told you that you…..ou’re awesome?"

"I've seen a drunk guy enough time, thank you." Gong Yoo responded with as much excitement as an inmate on death row. His eyes blinked rapidly and a single brow raised, a reaction from the younger's kiss on his cheek. A sigh later, a grin emerged on the male's features. "Hey... Do you know how to be as awesome as me? You'd need to spin around really fast ten times while yelling Hwaiting."

She isn’t afraid of heights, small spaces or the blustering sounds that the storm would bring, though the mere perspective of being tied down seemed to fright the young girl enough to have her pale skin becoming icy cold, Ara would never voice it out loud, but she was the aftermath of a wild ivy poisoning who carried the scars planted on others simply because she cared too much.

The brunette was after all, a flight risk, and any swirls of a swift cold breeze could get her to spread her beautiful wings and escape to a far and distinct land where once again she would be just passing through. It is about time for people to realize that some birds are not meant to be caged as they favored their freedom above anything else.

And yet, there she was, standing still in front of a rather popular café in hongdae wearing the red heels and the leather jacket she had previously promised to in order to met another man one of her friends deemed compatible to her, the thought of not showing up or leaving earlier had indeed crossed her mind throughout the course of the week and even so, the petite girl didn’t had the heart to disappoint her friends.

They all claimed she needed to hang out with some new people more often, and Ara agreed with it wholeheartedly, however, dates – especially blind ones – brought expectatives, and those damaged people profoundly.

A heavy sigh she didn’t even realized she had been holding escaped through her reddish lips as the young girl shifted her weight to the other leg, wondering how she had even managed to arrive earlier in a meeting willingly as she usually rather to be fashionable late.

“Perhaps, I should get a cat.” She muttered to herself, even if aware it wasn’t exactly possible giving her apartment complex’s rules, though as she ran one of her delicate hands through the entire length of her chocolate hair hesitantly before stepping forward. Ara took a deep breath as she made her way towards a rather taller male wearing the pieces of clothes her friend had warned her that would belong to her date as she tapped his shoulder gently.

"No, no. I insist. Please, sir." Rome had bowed his head, his mouth dry and his throat tight. Clumsy accidents, such as the brunette bumping into a complete stranger and knocking their freshly purchased coffee all over a crisp white shirt, could easily be considered an every day thing for him. He was far from the most graceful of people, seeing as every step he took could have been a danger to himself or those around him.

“Yes!” Jaerim exclaimed, the reddened area at the crook of his neck hidden by a palm. It was embarrassing to have to relate the experience to a stranger like this, but all friends were strangers once. Besides, the male seemed genuinely concerned, and Jaerim, although not finding any trouble confiding to God about his own misgivings and mishaps, always found it somewhat therapeutic to speak to another human. If he got into the habit of talking to his friend Jesus more often than necessary, he might be labelled a lunatic, and that was not conducive to spreading God’s love.

“I mean, it wasn’t a sudden attack. They were asking for a hug!” The more Jaerim spoke, the more idiotic he felt. “Or…something to that effect. They were dressed very…scantily. I do not want to put any labels, but…” He shook his head, and pointed at the hickey at his neck. “They were asking me to make them feel better, and I thought hugs would definitely do the trick! I did not expect to get bitten in such a manner.”

"Yes." Gong Yoo nodded, trying to be as confident as he could be. "I'm warlock... Who, with his powers.... Made himself to look like a vampire." He said with a majestic flourish. "Totally not because I came to the party dressed like a vampire and realized almost every single dude here is a vampire. Yeap. Warlock. Nailed it."

[werewolf]

[nessie]

[mutant spider]

Rhododendron: What's the scariest dream you've ever had?

Coffee...an addiction hard to fight but easy to feed. Students, business men and glamorous ladies - everyone seemed to enjoy the strong aroma of freshly brewed coffee. The warmth offered by the beverage send their bodies in a temporary paradise. Different flavors that came along with it only warned them of a season, holiday or the brewer's choice of the day. Fei was a regular in the said cafe. Coffee was her fuel and it kept her going for the rest of the day. From what she could remember, it was inherited from her father who often boiled his coffee, strong brazilian scent filling their little house before the man left for work. However, she never had the power to decide on one type of coffee. The flavour or its consistency depended, often, on her mood or general craving system. Leaving the grey weather behind, Fei walked inside the cafe, familiar aura engulfing her whole body. Moving towards the line as she undid the complicated knot done to her scarf, the female searched her purse for the brand wallet and her phone, occupying herself with guessing different logos, slowly but surely advancing.