#krhanbyul

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Ilhoon learned how not to get too many things at once, how not to hoard because it’s always a pain in the ass when you have to carry your stuff as you move somewhere else. His previous apartment was okay. There was no nice view out of the window, just a brick wall really, and he had to walk more than twenty minutes just to get to the nearest bus stop, but it was manageable. Except that his landlady seemed to think that asking for an additional hundred thousand won a month was something normal without a previous warning not to mention something a student could afford. The times are difficult for everyone, she said.

He never expected to be as lucky as to find a new apartment within a week and on top of that something affordable, who allowed him to save some money at the end of the month. It’s not like he’s scrapping by, but he’s paying for everything on his own and being an art student is expensive.  It’s not like he was planning on sharing an apartment, but the idea doesn’t sound too bad especially when he’s seen pictures of the apartment. The location is perfect, the rent is cheap (split between the two, he’s sure, she’s probably adding a small amount on top of it to earn a little something on the sub-renting deal, but that’s not a problem) and there are no big requirements. 

Ten minutes after her first question, he seems to have passed the test with flying colors although he suspects that Jack did convince her even before Ilhoon opened his mouth. And now he’s there, roughly a month later, in his new apartment with his dog, sprawled on the couch in nothing but shorts and a simple t-shirt at 2:30 in the morning on a saturday because he can’t sleep. The small jack russel is sleeping soundly with his head on the boy’s thigh while Ilhoon attempts to dip his twenty-fourth cookie in milk. The series he’s watching loses its interest once he needs to fish the soaked cookie from the bottom of the glass where it landed and the fact that he has a guest doesn’t help either. Hanbyul had mention something about going out with friends and 2:30 seems awfully early to be back from a saturday night outing. He assumes it either didn’t go well or she got bored -- whichever happened first. 

for a starter where all the electricity goes out in the middle of the night.

>>                               Studio 57 Apt# 408, 9:19 p.m.                                         <<

Mihyun and Hanbyul were curled up in the middle of Mihyun’s living room that was tiny in comparison to Hanbyul’s living room. Her bed was a twin, too small for both girls to fit comfortably, so Mihyun took down the futons she used to sleep on while she saved money to buy a bed frame and mattress when she first came to Seoul. 

In front of them was Mihyun’s 35 inch flat screen and between them were various snacks that ranged from sweet, sour, spicy, and salty on a tray like a buffet. The packages were ripped open, their contents spilled out. Some of them mixed to create an interesting blend depending on what handful you got. The two women had made signals to each other across the bleachers as another one of their department disputes raged on thanks to their college soccer team. They were all on the same side, but of course, one department had to be the loudest, show the most school spirit. When halftime hit, Mihyun found Hanbyul in the crowd which led them to Mihyun’s apartment. 

At this particular moment, the main character froze realizing something was behind her and slowly turned around. The music soared and the instant the terrifying figure was shown, causing Mihyun to squeal, the power shut off leaving a deafening quiet. Mihyun immediately grabbed onto Hanbyul, heart still pounding in her chest. 

my muse drunk dials your muse

>>                            Studio 57, Apartment #408 12:17 a.m.                               <<

Mihyun sat up slowly, dragging the phone to her ear as she leaned back against the wall, her pillows making the position awkward. When the sound grew faint, she pulled the phone away from her face to discover she was holding it upside down, she flipped it and held it up to her ear, squeezing her eyes shut against the harsh bright light of her phone screen. She didn’t need to look at the name to know it was Hanbyul, the voice on the other end easily recognizable. 

Mihyun didn’t know how long she had been listening to Hanbyul ramble, interjecting uh-huh’s and okays before she realized Hanbyul was drunk. Mihyun didn’t know if she should be flattered or annoyed and ignored both suggestions in favor to the fuzzy feeling of being woken against her will. The conversation topic was something about work and an accident and a rude customer. Apparently it had been eating at her all day to lead her to drink and then call someone to complain. 

Now, sufficiently awake, Mihyun found her voice and offered a suggestion 

where are you 

>>                                     ???? 5:43 p.m..                                       <<

Mihyun slid to the floor, the decorative box that once sat on the mantle, was splayed open, it’s contents spreading across the floor. There were pictures inside, pictures she hadn’t seen in a long time, hadn’t seen since she was young and struggling to understand her powers. 

She couldn’t stop herself from sorting through them. It was odd to look at them now, the photos not nearly as faded as she thought they would be, the expressions clear and telling. Her heart sped up before her eyes comprehended what she was looking at--who--she was looking at: Kim Hanbyul. The girl kneeled on the edge of Mihyun’s bed, the slender muscles of her legs making Mihyun feel envy even now. She was leaning against the open window, head tilted back, wind tossing her hair around her like a halo. It was the first time Mihyun had had someone sleep over since she were a child, though, she remembered, it was only because the two had been drunk and Mihyun lived closer to the bar than Hanbyul. 

Twilight -  Kim Lip

It’s 3AM and my eyes open againI try going under the coversI’m staring at ceiling, I’m counting sheepIs morning even coming?

He can’t sleep. So what else is new?

He doesn’t know what’s on his mind even if someone asks. Too much, he may say, but to specify it would be a titan-like task and honestly one that he is not interested in right now. He busies himself with his phone for a good half an hour, scrolling past unintersting conversations going on the group chat he’s in. He has been on ‘invisible’ mode for two days now and if someone asks later, he’ll claim to have been busy. He’s just not in the mood for that kind of thing at the moment. 

His laptop is too far, sitting on the desk where Ilhoon left it two hours ago when he decided that 1AM was a good time to go to bed. He is not about to get up to get it, so he’ll have to think of other ways to entertain himself except, nothing really calls to him. He is tired but too awake at the same time and not exactly in a mood to do anything in particular, so he stays put and then he sighs.

The bedsheets are past the stage of crumpled and ruffled. He’s been tangled in those for the past two hours, trying to figure out a decent position. At 3AM he makes a list of the things he needs to buy the next day: 

✓ cocoa powder✓  milk (!!!)✓  a new pillow (this one makes my neck fucking hurt)

At 4:30 he’s putting on his jacket, shoving his phone and house keys in one of the pockets and wearing his shoes. That’s when the door opens. He meets his roommate’s eyes and mimics her greeting. “’night”. Did you just get home? he hears before he shakes his head no “Going out.” he says and before she can ask anything else, he adds “To get breakfast”. She looks at her phone and presses a button; the screen lights up and he can see the same time she does (4:37AM). She wants to ask, he knows she does, but she doesn’t in the end.