#p.die

jiho has always a happy person, truly, she has – but she had absolutely no idea that it’s possible to get even happier than she is on her usual days. it hasn’t been long since she finished the entirety of her potion in one long gulp, but she’s already been feeling its consequences: a comfortable warmth creeping up her limbs, her heart beating in her chest, pounding, banging, fearing that it would break out of its place. she has to admit that it feels a lot better than she expected, and even the occasional disconnection from everything but the ever present drumming of her heart isn’t bothersome. in fact – it’s hella exciting. 

the urge to stop every single person walking by is so intense that jiho needs to order her legs to freeze in her standing and to focus; she just needs to talk to everyone and say hi and laugh with them, it’s a mandatory, she can’t function without showing everyone just how happy and cheerful she feels, it’s just so overwhelming˜–

and then she spots him, oh thank goodness, her very good friend, who may that be?, kim mingyu of course; hysterical giggles already bubbling out of her as she approaches him, grabbing onto him with both of her hands once she’s close enough. “mingyuuuuu,” she purrs, the elongated vowels rolling off her tongue in a sketchy manner. “finally, you’re here! i’ve been looking for you...” she murmurs, a frown dominating her forehead, “...i mean, not you in particular, but someone i could talk to! i’m feeling so good, mingyu, sooo good! are you enjoying the party? hm? are you?”