#ryxtaeha

ryxtaeha

the room was packed with people. the main guests in attendance where the three royal families of south korea who mingled together with dukes/duchesses, lords/ladies, anyone and everyone of who belonged to the world of power, influence and wealth. all because of a gala on behalf of those under-privileged and in poverty and who desperately needed help. 

jihun had always hated being dragged along to them. all those big events that called for a high-class audience and was more for show and tell rather then actually helping the charities the balls and galas had been thrown for in the first place. he hated that his father and mother insist both he and his twin sister attend and keep up good appearances. when he knew deep down it was all a load of crap, they just wanted to become more powerful then they already were.

so of course when he had found himself alone, sister having probably snuck off to see the man who had captured her heart, he had taken himself to the bar. downing however many champagne flutes he could get his greedy fingers on. 

but it wasn’t all bad, and despite how dense the crowd may be, his eyes were still able to find her easily. after all she does stand out above all the rest, she had her good looks to thank for that. his feet found themselves stumbling wandering over to where she was stood. by the way she was stood at the side of the dance floor he could tell she was probably just as bored as he was. all the more reason to have fun he thought to himself.

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to say that jaewon has bad dreams would be a massive understatement; what he has are fits of night terrors, his body thrashing around, tearing at his sheets and his pillows, his arms unconsciously unsatisfied until he has pushed and shoved and struck every square inch of his mattress, and when he wakes up, he often finds himself in a mess of tangled bedding, sweat, and tears on his face.

he's taken every sort of medicine available, sleep aids from A to Z, oils, treatments, lullabies, anything he has been able to think up. even drugs don't save him sometimes, on the really bad nights, the dark, grey nights, the nights when there's no moon in the sky and all the stars just laugh at him. he curses his psyche, curses his life, gets up out of bed and pads over to the connected bathroom, washing his face and trying to drown out the echos of screaming in his head.

he's exhausted but he knows he cannot sleep anymore. the clock is beeping 4:05 at him. the blackness of the room may as well be a hole in space, begging him to fall into it, tempting him to suffocate in it.

she's not going to be happy with him, but he rushes over to his nightstand and dials taeha's number, water still dripping from his nose and chin. "hey, are you awake?” he keeps his voice light and friendly. “wake up please. taeha, taeha, rise and shine, your problematic fave needs you-- it's an emergency."