- hotel

@henry Jiyeon smiled briefly and nodded, as she took a seat across from him on the bed. Her legs automatically flew into the butterfly position and her right hand clutched onto one of her ankles. Jiyeon swiftly took her empty wine glass and the opened bottle of Cabernet Franc, pouring an unusually small amount of wine into her cup. Placing the bottle of liquor back onto the table, Jiyeon smiles wearily and plays with the wine glass in her hand, swirling the wine and grinning as it splashes slightly when it hits the glass barrier. Taking a sip of wine, Jiyeon turned to look at Henry, "Can't sleep?"

Jiyeon let out a lopsided smile as she couldn't even remember how many times Henry has called her over to his room in the ungodly hours of the morning, talking about nonsense and falling asleep in his arms as he, too, hugged her waist. It wasn't really strange for the both of them as this became a habit whenever Henry couldn't sleep under Seoul's constant rush – which was often. When she had asked why he kept calling her, he had told her that she has kept him calm and steady under Seoul's fast, zooming cars and bright lights. Jiyeon smiled softly at the memory before her eyes fitted to the said male, scanning him before she noticed something in particular. "Why don't you put on a shirt on anymore when I visit," the female grinned as she questioned the male, "have you already gotten comfortable around me?"

Shaking her head, Jiyeon chuckled softly at her silliness. Of course he had gotten comfortable around her – she probably had come over hundreds of times already, seeing that he had already given her a spare key and the pass code to his residence.

Finishing the fancy liquor, Jiyeon set the wine glass down on the table near his bed before making herself comfortable on his bed. She sat up with her knees facing the ceiling, and her bare arms conveniently placed around her pale legs. Resting her head on her knees, Jiyeon smiled contentedly as she stared out of the window of his bedroom, as the cars speeding on the freeway calmed her down.

@jiyeon His phone buzzed and the screen lit up, a text message plastered over the front. Coming now, it read. He smiled briefly, tiredly staring out his window, waiting for her to come over. He heard the light beeps of the passcode being entered, and the almost silent creaking of his hotel door. He listened to the soft padding of feet on carpet, and waited as her voice cut through the early morning silence as she called to him. He got up from the bed, barely noticing that he only had his pajama bottoms on, and smiled wearily at her. He clapped his hands once to turn on the lights. "Thanks for coming. I know it's late... Did you want any wine?" He asked, already out of bed and padding over to the cooler by the time he finished his question.

He picked up two wine glasses and an unopened bottle of Cabernet Franc, reading the label as Inniskillin- he knew this one. It was a sweet wine, nice to mull over, with overtones of strawberries. He brought it over to a table near the bed, popping it open and pouring it into the two glasses, gesturing to them to signal that she was to drink as she pleased. He ran his hands through his hair, smoothing it down.

He picked up one of the glasses and swirled the wine around, watching as it elegantly slid along the curves of the glass before it smoothly settled back down.

It was no strange scenario for them, to be meeting up in the ungodly hours of the morning, sometimes drinking and talking, sometimes sleeping, sometimes doing other things. He mulled it over, smiling wryly when he remembered all the times he had called her over at ridiculous times.

@henry Upon hearing her phone beep, Jiyeon groaned and slowly sat up, ready to curse the person. Who calls or texts people at 2:15 A.M.? Jiyeon sleepily reached for her phone, and with her barely open eyes, she gazed at the texts. Seeing his name, she lost all signs of sleepiness, and her heart pounded in her ribcage. Shaking her head, she put her phone back on the bedside table and she slowly laid back down on the luxurious hotel bed. However, Jiyeon tossed and turned in her bed, unable to fall into slumber. Sighing softly, she reached a decision.

Swinging her legs off the bed, she groggily rubbed her eyes and let out a light yawn. As she slowly steadied herself so she could walk properly, Jiyeon bitterly chuckled in amusement. She didn't know why she was actually going to go and comfort him. Maybe it was because she, too, needed someone to hold because she could not fall asleep. Or maybe it was the bitter red wine she drank a few hours back, which made her reminiscence the days where she was truly happy.

Heading to her closet, she grabbed a thin, grey cardigan and she topped it on her white tee and black short jean shorts. Picking up her phone, she sent a text to him before heading out of her room.

'...coming now.'

Standing in front of his room, Jiyeon let out a shaky breath and entered the pass code, allowing herself in. She locked the door behind her and took off her shoes before slowly making her way to the bedroom. Seeing the figure on the bed, she smiled and called out to him. "Henry...I'm here now."

@jiyeon He was curled up in the hotel bed, having stared out his window for the past hour, watching the stars up in the sky. The night sky was painted a brilliant blue, black where the moon's piercing rays failed to illuminate. The stars shone in all their effulgence, beacons of light in the dark sky. There were wisps of clouds floating about, serene and ever moving. Shafts of twilight pierced through his window, lighting up his room with a dreamy white. He shifted on the bed, turning to face his alarm clock. 2:13 AM. His thoughts flitted through his head, each one ephemeral at best. His eyelids drooped with the weight of the world and the sorrows of each day- but sleep did not bless him with his presence.

He coughed, breaking the poignant silence of the early morning, and blindly d for his phone before bringing it to his face. He unlocked it, squinting as the screen's light shone bright in comparison to the soothing rays of moonlight. He scrolled through his numerous contacts before landing on one specific one. Locking his phone and placing it back on the bedside table, he rolled onto his back, covering his eyes with his arms, locked in a moment of indecision and anxiety. Swallowing his pride, he grabbed for his phone once again, and sent a couple text messages before he could question himself again.

'Are you awake?'
'... Room 208.'
'Please.'

He locked his phone and placed it next to his pillow, waiting for a reply while pretending to be preoccupied by the stars.

@yixing;

“Why are you doing this? Why are you continuously allowing him to control you like this?”

Was it control? With the way she was rushing to get to the address he sent her, she felt as if this was all on her freewill. Yes, she might have held this hatred for him, but she could never forget about the good things he has done for her. When she needed her family the most and they turned their backs on her, Yixing was there to protect her and help her get back on her feet. But, just because he helped her up, didn’t mean he didn’t help break her down in the future. The verbal abuse, the physical abuse – the days she went to high school covering up her cuts and forced hickeys from her friends continued to swirl around in the back of her mind. Was he part of the reason why she was so ed up now? The nightmares, the fear of having another man treat her the way he did, the self-hatred she stored for herself because she was always disappointing someone… She was always hearing how much of a bother she was, , horrible daughter, sister, friend – and most of all, lover.

And yet, the main person that shouts all of these things out at her is the main person she goes to whenever he is in need of her. She remembered her friends, the ones older than her or younger than her, and how they would always shoot her questioning looks whenever she told them she couldn’t hang out with them or made up some excuse for the bruises they discovered. As she always said to the people who judged her for her appearance or what they thought they knew – no one truly knew the horrid things she went through but her, and the people who degraded her or purposely hurt her themselves.

Pulling up at the hotel, she glanced at the text and quickly got out of the vehicle, realizing how crazy she must have looked. Literally, she was working on her homework in her night clothes before he decided to call her and end the call afterwards in a hurry. Wearing nothing but a white t-shirt, some jeans and her slippers, she ignored the judgmental looks given to her by people passing by; and glanced at her phone. Running her fingers through her hair and making her way inside of the building, she headed up towards the top floor, tiredly rubbing at her eyes as she followed the directions given to her through text. And when she made it to his door, she hesitantly knocked on it, her face drenched in nothing but concern with each knock that went unanswered. Was he alright? Did something happen? If so, why wasn’t he going into the hospital? “Y-Yixing, it’s me, Hyuna. Is everything alright?”

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MY GOD

WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING

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