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one.

the taste of guilt lingered on his tongue. It crawled down his neck, latching itself onto his throat, prickling its way to his stomach after setting his pair of lungs ablaze. jiwon let out an airy choke before seizing the glass in between his middle finger and his thumb, bestowing his mouth of another kindling tipple. "so? here yet again?", the bartender rambled in, wiping the counter top. jiwon's eyes chased the man's movements, his other arm supporting his onerous mind.

three.

jiwon kneaded his chest proceeding the swig, parting his lips to feed the small fire growing into his stomach. "alas, my crusade's come to naught," he soon grieved as his eyes drowned at once. "never lose hope, jiwon-- and you, get the fuck out before i personally boot your ass out of here !!", the barkeeper deserted the station, leaving jiwon with full glasses scattered around his pitiful self, as observant wolves ready to jolt on their prey. and without hesitation did the prey get devoured.

four.

five. six. se...ve..n.

subtle music suddenly tickled the man's attention, enough for him to pivot on his stool and gawk at the empty seat facing the piano. he turned back to the bartender, the..bartenders?- he gracelessly shook his head and gazed at the both of the bartenders swiftly merging to shape back into one embodiment. "you've had enough for the day, jiwon. go get some rest at once." jiwon ran both of his hands over his face and finally into his hair whilst regaining full consciousness before he faltered towards the exit of the bar.

the crisp autumn wind fully embraced jiwon as he stepped into its territory, receiving pleasant shivers as a response. jiwon stumbled here and there, eyeing whoever shoved their shoulders against him. forthwith, the sweet smell of perfume stimulated his senses, and he was soon found aimlessly pursuing it. his view suddenly focused on the origin of the fragrance, and a burst of fiery emotions shot up to his head, losing his balance for a fraction of a second. his whole body trembled, he could barely think, yet alone stand or breathe. he was not certain if the alcohol played a part into his reactions, but what he was cognizant of was that the gentlewoman found in his presence was much more than an addiction to him; she was the strongest alcohol and he was craving for even a droplet of it. she was hope incarnated, and he was not going to let her slip away this time.

[ txt → ahri ] i was going to tell you how unbelievable it is that you are 164cm.

[ txt → ahri ] but did you really message me to remind me how great i am?

[ txt → ahri ] thank you

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baby-boa //action

Oh my.. thank you! /laughs lightly and bites her lip slightly embarrassed; How are you doing, love? I hope you're having a good day? /smiles warmly and tilts her head;

It’s drafted

My mood doesn’t fit

I’m trying to equal your perfection

I’m braindead

I lost the reply

I’m easily distracted by something else