COLD GIRL FEVER

leftover struggles

( / he fails to listen and still pulls at sulli’s cheek before the migraine hits him slowly, albeit not as bad as how sulli is feeling ) please hold it in until i find the trashcan ( / with that bogum forces himself to sit up and open his eyes to adjust the light. bad choice as he tries hard to hold back the feeling of wanting to throw up as well. it feels like the aftermath of a hurricane in his mind as he stands up slowly, hands groping against the wall as his support for the moment before leaning down by the trash can  ) here ( / he answers simply as he finds his balance slowly and walks over and drops the trash can in front of her ) just puke in there while i find something for you to stomach and probably a change of clothes. ( / momentary pause ) i guess i can finally comment how i might look more well put together than you are right now ( / he barely cracks out the comment before he’s reminded of his hangover and groaning he slowly makes his way out, bumping into plastic cups here and there to reach over for the unopened water bottles he found ) drink some of this. slowly. ( / he places the water bottle on the ground before giving it a good push and letting it roll to sulli. only to have it marginally miss it a bit ) ….you can reach for that, right? ( / cause bogum would rather sit down against this comfy wall instead to be honest )

( a taste of hell found only at the end of a bottle. she’ll admit that the initial buzz had been comfortable, pleasant even. but she can’t imagine why anyone would want to go further, how enjoyment could be salvaged from that mindless haze. oblivion isn’t worth this kind of suffering. she moves, pushing herself to lean over the edge of the bed, gaze dropping to the bottom of the trash can. this is what she’s come to. hair a mess, dress skewed. suppose she should thank a god she doesn’t believe in that she’s still wearing it, the way that night went. in the bedroom next door. fuck. ) oppa. i can’t. i’m— ( she inhales, presses down a wave of nausea. too hurting to even respond to his jab, tongue-in-cheek. ) just give me a second. 

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“Did you enjoy the dance itself at least? I told you I would dress better this year.” Thank god for Uui. Maybe it was the year for change after all. 

♔ My muse finding your muse wearing their clothes ♖ My muse having their hair washed by your muse ♗ Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse’s lap ♘ Our muses cuddling in a blanket fort ♙ Our muses sharing a bed ♛ Our muses sharing a dessert ♝ Our muses reading a book together ♟ My muse patching up a wound your muse had gotten ♤ Our muses taking a bath together ♧ Your muse playing with my muses hair ♡ Our muses accidentally falling asleep together ♠ Your muse adjusting my muses jewelry/neck tie/etc. ♥ Your muse crying about something to my muse ♦ Our muses slow dancing together

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“How have you been?”

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“Yah give that to me…” Jisoo laughed softly because she never could open a bottle, even something as simple as one with water. Fingers made the exchange of the hoodie for the bottle as he worked on getting it open in seconds before holding it back out again with a warm smile. It was tinged with almost a bit of sadness, but almost something familiar of the past as his eyes turned into half moons. “Those shoes really do not look that sturdy. I’m pretty sure I could carry you on my back the rest of the way? If you want. Where did you even get those anyway??” 

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“listen up here. i deserve at least a C, and you know it”

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The fact of the matter is, he’d do it. He’d do anything Sulli wanted him to do minus possibly something that would induce blood. Jisoo’s lips started to curl into a smile as he looked at her in the soft morning light. Ears perked up at the sound of someone upstairs, but he just assumed it was Bogum. They would be meeting more in the future, wouldn’t they? Jisoo glanced towards the stairs before putting his hand out to Sulli. “Come on. Let’s get you back to society.” 

(/ he’s too busy conspicuously staring at her bag like the fucking dumbass he is to note the sharpness in her narrowed gaze. should he have offered to carry her bag too? pretend to look for a pen perhaps? it isn’t until they make it out of the library that he finally distinguishes the million red flags, her voice as ominous as it usually is when she’s on the brink of figuring out his usual case of misbehavior ) what – ? (/ his eyes snap up to her face, halting awkwardly, his body and face the epitome of yes-i-fucked-up-how-the-fuck-did-you-find-out ) nothing, what the fuck are you talking about? (/ his gaze flickers back to her bag, then back to her face. choi sulli is a fucking ghost, jesus – act casual, jeon jungkook, act casual ) long day, huh? lemme – (/ he balances the textbooks on one arm before slipping her bag off of her shoulder and on to his ) carry that for you, babe. you seem, uh –  kinda tired today.   

( Once, twice, a thousand times—by now his hands are perpetually stained red, imprints all over. Subtlety has never been his particular area of expertise. She follows the trajectory of his line of sight, holding tight to the strap of her bag as he slips it onto his shoulder. ) Okay. One—you’re shit at lying. You already know this. ( Voice as deadpan as her expression, a frown deepening at the corners of her mouth. Seventeen and she already has a tiger mom glower perfected into an art form. ) Two—what did you do to my bag?