open: capping at five ! [ 5 / 5 ] when: kimmy's 50th birthday celebration where: @ the box
" motherfucker, " minjun curses. the club lights were giving him a headache; he couldn't distinguish if the pounding was coming from inside his head or from the thumping bass. time seemed irrelevant at this point — his apple watch had died hours ago. he feels dehydrated, too, mouth parched as he smacked his dry lips. " fuck, " he mutters, staggering toward the only available seat. he pushed aside a pile of designer coats and chic handbags, collapsing into the leather chair. " mmm, i kinda wanna nap, " he confesses to no one in particular, feeling the fatigue seep into his bones. " do you think kimmy's gonna give me shit for it? "











