ofyuris:
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she puts out her cigarette with the pocket-ashtray she carries when she hears the other speak up; inside her, a small sigh of r e l i e f was let out after that hollow prayer was answered. ❝ yeah, really? ❞ she smirks ( more at herself and the foolishness of not remembering ) and gets up from the chair to match his stance. ❝ i hadn’t realized i’d caused that much trouble for you; figured i had just PASSED OUT as soon as you brought me here,❞ she shrugs, walking back inside for currently-needed warmth, all while leaving a firm pat on his exposed shoulder. ❝ well, i suppose THANKS for not leaving me on some shit street — glad you know how to treat a lady, ❞ she quips.
letting his wavy bangs waterfall over his eyes, jin peered at the lyricist with a bright and—if he wanted to be all fancy with his words—quizzical eye as she brushed her hand by, all traces of yesterday seemingly washing away with that single movement. slowly, but surely, a smirk appeared on his lips as he realized that maybe she didn’t remember what happened. it was just that possible for it to be true, since they did more than enough drinking to attain that amnesia over the course of the night. that would probably explain why she was a monster too, he wondered, curving his lips more into a large smile.
he trailed her steps back into the apartment, to his comfortable bed, specifically, to take advantage of the entire day’s worth of time the two now had, since it was way past time to go to work. voice dripping with an underlying tone, teasing, he replied, “oh, well, you know me—a lady’s man. let me just say i took real good care of you, but, you know, you did a lot of the work too.” and by a lot, he added, silently, i mean a lot. a warm feeling enveloped him as he threw a playful at yuri, plopping down on the mattress while reaching out to wrap his arms around her slender waists, pressing his cheek against her abdomen.
mumbling almost incoherently, eyes closing again, jin held her tightly. “real good.” she smelled of ashes, something one would expect to appear antique or old, or some shit. but her warmth and smooth skin murmured otherwise, reminding him of a late night rooftop-jumping adventure in the middle of a busy city like itaewon, modern air clashing against the flow of changing times. in his little trance, jin pulled his weight backwards, tugging the other down into the bed with him; it was still there, the drowsiness—if he could spend a few hours just lying in some thick sheets, another sweet body there to keep him company, he wouldn’t need to dream. the dream would be there, right next to him.
“let’s just stay like this and skip work, babe. it’s hella better than doing whatever we’re supposed to be doing there.”
