#kgwoobin

『 ☽ count to 10 ☾ 』 starter for @kgwoobin – ! 🃏

Meetings were supposed to be grounding. 

Meetings were supposed to provide Eunbyul with a sense of stability in his life. 

His struggles with keeping his emotions in check didn’t seem like they were getting better, contrary to what the therapist has told him before. That he’s “making great progress.” That “listening and sharing with others was taking steps in the right direction.”

His willingness to come to therapy was already a great feat in of itself.

Meetings were supposed to be his little oasis in the turbulent chaos that was his inner demons.

But this meeting didn’t seem to wash him over with that familiar sense of calm he’s gotten accustomed to when he stepped into the familiar room and saw the same group of exhausted face.

Much to his anguish, the therapist had informed the group that a new member would be joining them at the next meeting. Everyone seemed to nod and agree nonchalantly that it would be good to have someone new to listen to. However, at the end of that meeting the therapist had pulled Eunbyul aside to ask something... rather grand of him. He tried to refuse, oh, how he did. But the task was already given to him. 

And so this is how Eunbyul wound up at the next group meeting, sitting in his usual chair adjacent to the window, leg bouncing rapidly as his hands came together to tie his fingers, resting just over his mouth, hiding his displeased expression. His eyes kept gazing towards the clock, its hands moving at a glacial pace. His stomach churned, twisting and turning in ways he hadn’t felt since the last time he got sick.

It was almost time for the meeting to start. The new attendee was joining today. Eunbyul didn’t know much about the new person who would join them. Other than the fact that it was another male, and his name was “Oh Woobin.” The disgruntled djinn did his best to relax his nerves, taking deep breaths and counting to ten.

He shouldn’t be this nervous. It was just another attendee. Yet his mind kept going back to the private conversation he shared with the therapist last meeting.

“I think it would be good for you to sponsor Woobin.”

Thoughts broken upon hearing the door to the meeting room open, Eunbyul’s focus shot to the person at the door. This was a new face, so it was safe to assume this was the infamous new attendee. Steeling himself, he rose from his seat and wiped his hands on his dark plaid patterned pants, making his way to the door to introduce himself.

Once he stood before the other he offered his hand out, a gentle smile gracing his face. “Hello, you must be Oh Woobin. I’m Hyeon Eunbyul. It’s nice to meet you, I’ll be your sponsor at this group.”

            Preferably,   phasing through walls into the room is much easier than passing by anyone outside said walls.   Better yet,   he prefers it that he needed not to talk with anyone while he keenly scans the surroundings for his clientele   ( @djinnbyul​  )    within the group.    Iseul debated before that he can call the other to discuss further business,   but he didn’t mind the walk to which the sources   ( neighbours )    pointed where Hyeon Eunbyul is.

            As much as the reason borders his fine lines about work,   Iseul will still deny that this is merely an   excuse   to hold a conversation with the man...   disregarding the fact that Iseul   rarely   initiates contact outside any boundary of work   and   personal life.   After all,   the Ghost didn’t miss the way the Djinn act   differently   around him when they first held an encounter;   which   intrigued   Iseul regarding Eunbyul’s behaviour that flickers a sense of   FAMILIARITY   here and there,   then sometimes,   most of the times,   nowhere.   Confusion is the best description to paint whatever   interest   that Iseul gathered,   but then again,   he also cannot ignore the paintings he seems to favour from Eunbyul’s vivid imagination.

            Shedding the Veil’s shadows from his person,   Iseul makes himself minuscule and unnoticeable,  skirting closely to the walls and corners of the room as somebody blocks his vision that the man then tries to look behind the physical barrier. 

    ˚❛     Eunbyul...    is not here...   isn’t he ?     ❜˚        Absent - minded thoughts pour unfiltered through lips,   as grey eyes continue sorting out faces and bodies behind the blockage blurred by his inattention to the actual body before him.

for: @kgwoobin​

   with the heater in their apartment running too hot, teddy and woobin would drink more often and increasingly heavier. how else were the supposed to stay cool while having fun? cracking open beers and soju seemed like the only right answer. it was too cold outside to walk around to stay cool but too warm in their apartment to sit around and do nothing. drinking was a nice distraction. neither of them had any plans, both had been busy all day with work and had made plans to sit down and have some drinks together over dinner. which is what they were doing. woobin had left the living room to go to the bathroom, teddy taking a chance to lean back against the couch and groan loudly, wiping the sweat off her neck. the two of them had reached a significant number of drinks each, bottles of soju and cans of beers scattered across the coffee table with chinese food left overs. they were drunk. not too much to where they couldn’t control themselves but enough to have a lapse of judgement. 

over her shoulder, teddy sees woobin emerge from the bathroom with one less article of clothing than he had going in. did she make an attempt to conceal the fact she was staring? of course not. it was painfully obvious that her brown eyes were staring a hole through his chest as he made his way back over to sit at the coffee table. they weren’t animals, but didn’t have a couch. so the two of them would push the coffee table forward and sit on the floor of their living room to eat and drink. “that’s not a bad idea.” the werewolf claimed, finally coming back to. 

there was an attempt made to take her shirt off in one swift movement, but with a lack of hand-eye coordination, teddy knocked over not one but two bottles of soju into woobin’s lap. she didn’t notice until the shirt was off and in her hands. “oh shit. oh fuck. i’m sorry.” she mumbled, grabbing the bottles and putting them back onto the table before hurriedly making an attempt to pat woobin’s lap dry using her shirt as a towel. “you’re gonna have to get this dry cleaned if you don’t want to smell like soju every time you wear them.” that was probably the most adult statement she’d made in a long while. alas, teddy had a knowledgeable past with spilling alcohol on clothing. suddenly her hands ceased patting motions and she realized what was happening. what was becoming increasingly obvious. 

“this is no good.” she exclaimed. it took her a moment to realize idle hands were just as bad as moving hands. teddy threw her shirt onto the floor beside her and instead now reached out for an almost full bottle of soju, barely making eye contact with woobin but also barely making an effort to peel her eyes off of his lap. “you should take your pants off. before they get worse.” was all she could manage to say bluntly before beginning to aggressively chug down the soju.