#jeongui

his voice caught her by surprise, haneul was wide awake laying gently in his arms when loser by big bang started to play. she knew that was her phone, who else would have such a ridiculous song playing.  but instead of answering it, the girl turns it vibrate and settles herself back on the bed with him.this was not a date. nor were they dating, this was a series of drunken nights and craving attention. the fondness you grew when someone says all the right things late at night. she had intentions she stop, to sneak out in the blush of dawn when he was fast asleep but she was always tangled into his arms. which said a lot about herself then it did of him, it looked like he had fallen asleep once again. his chest rose and fell gentle as she unwrapped her limbs from him. she laid a kiss on his cheek as she moved off his bed, she was half dressed making her realize that hadn’t gone as far as she original thought.the weight on her chest seemed to grow lighter, haneul sighed. she walked out of his bedroom to go make some breakfast. it was only right for her to cook for him after he gave her a place to stay and a warm embrace. 

Friday night and she was there yet again-- the only difference was that she had been alone. Alone at the bar with a few empty shot glasses, she shot a bored glance over to the bartender before back towards the dance floor. Sweaty bodies were grinding up one and another and on most days, she sure as hell wouldn’t turn down a chance to dance amongst them; but not today. All she wanted to do today was bask in the electronic tune playing in the background as she drowned her thoughts in one shot after another. Head tilted back, she downed the liquid in one go as she signalled for yet another shot before she scanned the place for any familiar faces once more. When she was met with none, her gaze returned to the bartender who had appeared with her next shot. Managing an appreciative smile, she picked up the glass with a soft huff, desperately in need of something or someone to keep her entertained that evening.

“I completely disapprove of you drinking, Brandon,” Jongdae replied, promptly, eyes flickering over to the older man before he shut them and leaned back in his seat, bottle of vodka on the table and he didn’t even bother with making his alcohol consumption elegant. Arching an eyebrow, however, and running his fingers across his own jawline, Jongdae studied his friend, “What did you take shots of, though? I’m curious.”

“A little fancier than your store bought ramen, right?” she mused as she had finally sat down at the dinner table with him in her fairly sized apartment. Minkyung had cooked the both of them a more hearty ramen meal, adding all kinds of seafood and vegetables making it a proper dinner. “Don’t be shy alright. I like cooking for you, it’s better than eating alone after all.”

Her eyes never fooled her -- when she saw a man holding a vanilla creme frapuccino in his hand, looking puzzled, she knew it had to be him. “Excuse me!” She waved her hand around and rushed over to his table, using that same hand to gesture to the drink in his hand. “I believe that’s mine -- and, I think I’ve gotten yours too, actually.”

”… And that’s why Disney has to revamp them every year.”, Myungsoo completed the stranger’s sentence with a sarcastic smile on his lips. There was this big advertisement of ‘Frozen’ in a store in front of the bus stop where he and this other guy were waiting and it probably caught the other’s attention as much as it caught his. “Seriously, man. The Disney version of all fairy tails suck. The original versions weren’t so full of bullshit.”

“Not really.” The police officer shrugged as he withdraw his hand from his pocket, albeit unsure if he would like to offer, it pays to be respectful that time. “Are you happy to have met me?” He doesn’t seem like one.

“Excuse me?” Alexander gives the other a very confused look, eyebrows raised and lips slightly parted, as if ready to defend his case. It’s only then he realizes what it must look like. A twenty-seven year old dressed all in black, an empty gun holster resting loosely around his waist. “Pipe down, I’m not going to mug you.” A chuckle almost follows his words. Imagine him, a lowly mugger. A murderer, sure. But a mugger? Now there’s an amusing thought.