pizzastrophe,
@sgnsian
he feels sick.
not like he's going to vomit-- just kinda, dizzy. spinny-- like he can't really focus. he blinks, grimacing though he's quick to plaster on a smile, gently pushing his way through the crowd in order to get outside. just a little bit of a break, fresh air might do him well. the sound doesn't help, the lighting makes his eyes sting, and the feeling of the last drink he had has his gut flipping uncomfortably.
when the door opens and the air hits him, he breathes in sharply. the cold breeze is nice too-- comfortable, and jisung shoves one hand into his pocket to tug out his phone, reaching up to loosen up his shirt as he stares down at the notifications that have popped up within the last half hour. there's a couple of snapchats, some likes on his new tiktok, the usual youtube notifications-- he hums and swipes them away, shoving the phone back in his pocket to look up as he idles on the sidewalk outside the club, swaying lightly. the buzz over his head doesn't feel so bad when the sound and packed surroundings are taken away.
looking around boredly, when he catches sight of a girl sitting down hear him, a pizza box in her hands, jisung blinks. his mouth parts and he stares dumbly for a second. "yo, is that pizza?" he asks, voice loud but he doesn't falter, reaching out to point at the box. on cue, his stomach grumbles, but his expression doesn't change.
