#snowsorrow

it is already too too late into the night. agatha doesn't even know what time it is, if she is being honest. she left her phone in her dorm earlier when she tucked in yerim for bed and she hadn't thought about it during her whole interaction with jinyoung.

she's grabbed another can of beer at this point and is trying to finish it as she looks onto the black expanse of the water before her. she managed to find her way to the lake and sit by the docks. it was only yesterday that she's neck deep into the same lake she now surveys but after such a long day today, she just wants to sleep it off. but there are too many things going on in her mind. from her morning with joon, her time at the lake with eunwoo (she smiles to herself as this memory passes), her talk with yerim, jinyoung being drunk.

it was all too much that her brain is actually hurting. so she takes another big gulp of her beer. she never liked the taste of beer, generally preferring it with paired with soju, but she doesn't want to get more drunk now that she's sobered up a little.

then she hears it, a rustle and she turns her head slowly. a part of her thinks to be ready if it is some kind of wildlife, but the inebriated part of her remained seated, craning her neck to determine if the shadow before her would bring her harm. it wasn't until the moonlight shifted and that she sees who the figure was.

agatha turns back around after assesing the situation. her usual facade already down, from the alcohol and because this person knows her through their ophiuchus meetings.