#jongdaexmi

Whatever Jongdae summoned him for had his head throbbing. Over the years, Taehyung had developed a resistance to complying with his cousin's shenanigans. It always ended in trouble and regret, so the young boy found it more productive to just avoid his relative altogether. Sure, they had a familial bond to some extent, but it wasn't enough to get Taehyung involved in mess after mess of sticky situations. The whole fun aspect didn't sit well with him. Duty and responsibility were key factors to his profession, and he didn't allow himself much enjoyment during his teenage years. He never attended any chaotic party that the cops made a guest appearance at and the students raved about for weeks. He never even bothered with prom, too wary of rejection. He has never touched a cigarette, drug, or bottle of alcohol in his life — disregarding when he pried all of the above from his stepfather's fingers. He's a bit inexperienced, to say the least.

thick, black boots clunking across the messy sidewalk, jiyeon flicked her finger deftly to send a snowflake of ash tumbling towards the floor before taking a long drag from the cigarette poised between her slender fingers. these particular streets were quiet, almost silent, dark enough for her to become a shadow, with only a distant streetlight and the moon to guide her way through her random rambling. the fresh air was a new, distinctly crisp feeling against her pale skin, when contrasted to the warm, stuffy atmosphere back in her computer room. she had no idea what exactly was making her walk alone, unprotected and soft through the back streets, but she suspected it had something to do with space.

a flurry of questions were pricking at her brain, some more philosophical than she usually gave herself the span to consider. for some reason, she felt the need to ponder the real reason of humanity’s existence, and perhaps the fragility of it in total, or the futility of gang warfare. mechanically, her brain sorted the answerable questions from the unanswerable ones as was her usual routine, but that night she just wanted to rant and talk about something new. she wanted to debate, and to argue, and to talk to someone with a real response. maybe it was the beer, maybe it was the moonlight.

finding a building that appeared to have the door open, she slipped inside, trudging up the multiple stairways until she reached the pinnacle, the rooftop. she shoved the door open with all of the brute force she could muster up, before she could step out, one leap closer to the wispy summer clouds that tangled around the stars. she found herself laying down, staring upwards at the sky so she could think clearly, her eyes focusing on one bright spark to the next, with only the sound of her own breathing to keep her company.

{`purses his lips then wraps his arm around her shoulder for a light squeeze } That girl better leave you alone. This is just plain stupid.

{`blinks and pats her head } Oh wow…