eunji's apt.

@[i] minki /chuckles airly/
Well, my house my rules
/shrugs indifferently and tries again to poke your shoulder/
You sure?
/pretends to pout as I shoot you my best kicked puppy expression/
Why not?

@[i] eunji /groans loudly/
You're such a pain..
/walks along with you/
Im not tired okay?
/swats your hand/
Don't do that

@[i] minki /hums and shrugs, trying to mask my expression with a blank face/
Maybe...
But how said I was going to tell ya where it was?
/tugs your sleeve and swings an arm around your shoulder, guiding you towards my apartment/
Gosh, you seem tried already, how you are going to continue drinking like that?
/pokes your cheek gently to check your consciousness, unlocking my door/

@[i] eunji /sighs and gets out of the car/
I said I'll try
/stumbles a bit/
Yah, do you have any beer by any chance?
/yawns and sighs

@[i] minki /giggles lightly and grinning at your reaction/
/shrugs innocently/
We'll just have to see about that, I suppose
/chuckles at your words and shakes my head in a sort of denial/
Hmm, we'll see...
/my words trail off as I tuck my keys into my purse, opening the passenger side and pulling you by your hands to help you out/
You better~!

@[i] eunji Ah!
/frowns/
Yah!
/looks at you/
And how will you do that?
/Sighs/
Whatever, you can't make me
/gets out and nods/
I'll try not to

@[i] minki /groans and flicks your forehead gently/
If you can answer me, you will remember
/huffs as I tug over the seatbelt/
or, I can make you remember
/closes the door and returns to the drivers' side, buckling in before heading back to my apartment/
And when we get back I'm going to make you drink water and sober up, alright?
And no complaints! I'm already doing enough by picking you up--
/sighs lightly as I turn the corner to my apartment, parking the car and return to the passenger side to help you out/
Just don't make too much of a mess, ok?

@[i] eunji /huffs/
Arra!
/follows you stumbling occasionally/
/nods and mumbles/
Well thats if I remember..
/sits in the seat and sighs/

@[i] minki /grins and pokes your nose/
Nope! It's mine now!
/hooks your elbow and guides you towards my car/
Now next time, you can come to me instead of drowning put your worries here, alright?
/leads you to the passenger seat and carefully puts the seat belt over you before getting in on the driver's side/

@[i] eunji /frowns/
Yah! That was mine..
Arraseo~
/gets up and follows you/

@[i] minki /sighs deeply and decides to down the last remains from your shot glass/
Sounds good
let's go then
/hooks my arm in yours as I tug you out from your seat/
C'mon minki, let's go

@[i] eunji /shrugs/
I don't know
do you whatever you want
/shakes my head and laughs/
/nods/
That works too

@[i] minki /pouts again and shrugs my shoulders/
Fine. What do you want me to do then?
Act or pretend to be your girlfriend?
What is it?
/shrugs again, offering no explanation as I switch positions;
changing so that my back rests against the bar counter, leaning back dramatically once more before scooting closer to you/
Or maybe I can find some beer at home?

@[i] eunji /sighs/
Yah, fix your face, it doesn't suit you
/shakes my head/
I don't wanna leave thou-
/looks at you confused/
What are you doing?
/smirks/
Or, you can get me some alcohol while we're there

@[i] minki /pouts and gives you my best kicked puppy expression/
Yes. Maybe. I dunno, let's just get outta here, please.
/freezes when you challenge me, stopping in place/
Better idea? The best idea in my mind is to get the heck out of here
That's it-
/pauses for a moment to think, tapping my chin before glancing back at you/
Unless I can entertain you?
/pretends to be a model, jutting out back and hips, emphasizing my curves and bust; pouting my lips in a mock, exaggerated pose/
C'mon, Minki, I'll just take you to my apartment and get that alcohol out of your system

@[i] eunji /chuckles/
Arraseo~
/raises an eyebrow/
Are you a detective now?
/frowns slightly and looks at you/
Oh yeah? Why don't you watch me?
unless you have a better Idea

@[i] minki /pouts and rolls my eyes at you/
It's not funny!
/whines slightly and crosses my arms over the bar counter/
/grimaces as you wave, pretending for a moment that I don't recognize you/
So I was right?
/pouts slightly and leans towards you, pushing away the shot glasses as I tug your sleeve/
So I can get info out of you after all~
/pulls the glass away form your lips rather forcefully/
Stop. Minki, just because she left doesn't mean you should completely waste yourself.

@[i] eunji /chuckles/
Come on, I was just joking~
/laughs/
Pft, as if!
/looks over at you and waves/
You mean ex boyfriend
/bites my lip and drinks more/

@[i] minki /scoffs and shakes my head in denial/
Oh- whatever
/turns over to the correct street and over to the bar/
And then maybe I can force it out of you instead
/slams the car door and ends the call, walking through the bar to find you binge drinking sloshing at the counter/
Minki, you are one wasted boyfriend
/shakes my head in disapproval as I sit in the bar stool beside you/

@[i] eunji /laughs/
Im the one that can handle liquor not you
/sighs heavily/
Because I said so

@[i] minki /groans for the nth time as I lock the door to my apartment, hearing your drunken chuckle/
Yah, if you decide to throw up in my car, I'm gonna kill you
/gets into the car and switches the call to speakerphone, so that I can monitor your state while driving on the way there/
Why not?
/hums as turn onto the main road to head towards the bar/

@[i] eunji /chuckles/
Arraseo~
/continues having a couple more drinks/
/bites my lip when you ask the question/
I don't wanna ttalk about it..

@[i] minki /groans and shakes my head/
Alright, I'm coming over
You better not be wasted when I get over there
/sighs and tosses the rest of my semi-organized clothing in the corner and grabs my car keys/
/pinning the phone against my ear and open the door/
I'm heading over okay? What happened?
Did you break up with your girlfriend or something?

@[i] eunji *chuckles*
im just a bit tipsy is all
im at the purple dragon night club
come join me, okay?
*hiccups*

@[i] minki /busy at home trying to clean out my closet, the ground littered with discarded clothing and miscellaneous items surrounding me/
/hears my phone rings and groans, tossing clothes around in desperate search for my device/
Where is that- oh
/locates my phone and picks up/
Minki? Are you drunK?
/groans and shakes my head in disapproval/ where are you?

*is at the bar getting drunk and depressed*
*goes through my phone and sees your number*
*calls you*
Eunji, come drink with me, im bored and lonely over here~

@[p] baekhyun "Baekhyun I—" she is cut off by his words, his voice of course hasn't changed a bit. Maybe a bit lower and huskier than it was during their high school years, but his personality seemed to have not be altered at all. She's almost surprised by how easily his name rolls off her tongue, the familiarity of his sassy presence momentarily dumping her back to the time when they had been dating. She stays frozen by the door, almost forgetting to close it as she watches her ex walking down the hallway of her apartment. Almost forgetting to move her limbs, she locks the door and watches with bitter sweetness as her old memories return.

Her cheeks burn with a light blush, realizing the other was taking in her living quarters, diving deeper into her privacy as if he truly belonged there. Not that she was actually thinking of tossing her first love out of her apartment without a second thought —but it was a good option to keep in mind she noted to herself. By the time he reaches the kitchen, he resumes his typical behavior, his trademark smile to his casual pose against the bar counter. "No..." she speaks softly, the hem of her tank top as she absorbs the tone of his voice, cautious to respond back.

Yet she was curious of what the male was doing now, why he had magically appeared at her doorstep dressed in that hideous chicken outfit, and how he had managed to find her. "My manager doesn't approve of late-night meals," she states with the light shrug of her shoulders, "But I'm sure a few calories won't hurt..." her sentence trails off as she momentarily loses her train of thought, leaning against the counter across from him as she idly drums her fingers against the wooden surface. A moment of silence comes between the two, the female savoring the moment to study her ex-boyfriend, her realization that all of her previous feelings for him had seemed to have diminished, only lasting as a faded memory.

Her question cuts off her thoughts, her shoulder moving up in yet another shrug when she answers, her fingers now playing with her bracelet. She awaits for him to finish off his series of questions, not even curious as to why he was even asking in the first place. "Sleeping." she pauses before continuing, "Well... We're currently on a break right now. Our manager gave us a week to rest, visit with family and such." she sighs lightly, exhaling slowly when he suddenly mentions her other members. "We live in a dorm together," she confirms with a quick nod, "But I'll be going back to Busan to see my parents and relatives." a small smile tugs up on her lips, her gaze lifting to her photos displayed across her wall.

She isn't surprised when the other suddenly changes topics, his usual persona the reason for his ability to skip around to different topics within the same conversation. "Nah, I think I just lost my appetite." she leans over to fridge, pulling out a familiar yogurt brand that she had used to drink with him all the time. Silently offering the male with the gesture of her hand, she leaves a second one on the counter to sit down at the kitchen table, still leaving the unopened box of chicken untouched. "So chicken boy," she giggles lightly at the new nickname she had accidentally given him, "Do you want some chicken then?"

@[p] baekhyun "Oh great-" she smiles, taking the change and leaning back out of view to fish back out her purse and slide the spare change into the specified pocket. But just as she does this, the other seems to recognize her, saying her name and stepping into her apartment before she could even finish clipping the purse close. "Wha-" she gets cut of as suddenly as the unknown male welcomes himself into her apartment, her silly move of deciding to keep the door propped open a bit wider than she had expected allowing the boy to step in and free to roam into her secluded privacy. "Wait-" she starts again, only to suddenly recognize the male.

Under all the chicken delivery boy gear to the hat that was obviously much to large for his size, she could recognize his petite features. His smile is as quick as his words, one second he had been just standing before her door with her box of chicken to another step and he had suddenly entered her apartment, leaving her to gape at the sight of him. Part of her wanted to stop, stare, and then rub her eyes until she could wipe away the existent of her ex. But another part wanted to hug him and probably burst into tears over her old high school sweetheart.

Yes, even after all these years, she managed to not forget about her sweet memories with the other, from his cute greeting even up to whe he had decided to dump her simply out of boredom -which had left her in a tissue-muddled mess for a good week before graduation by the way. Finally, her lips were able to form words that managed to be a cohesive sentence, despite her ability to talk had been stripped of her only moments before. "W-what are you doing here?"

She is still unable to completely process that her ex was now standing before her, browsing leisurely through her apartment hallway and taking in the series of photographs displayed along the walls. She wasn't prepared for a guest at the moment, especially since she was still dressed her in practice clothes wear -which consisted of a thin tanktop and black capri leggings that she wasn't sure if they were appropriate in front of this certain crazy male. "Baek?" she leans over the doorway to glance at the male's departing back, as he ventured deeper into her privacy. Sighing lightly, she has no choice but to believe that the illusion was real, closing her door quickly and tossing the forgotten box of greasy chicken onto her kitchen table as she trails after the ex-boyfriend. "Baekhyun?" she tries again, "What are you doing here?"

@[p] baekhyun Eunji was a girl full of smiles and spontaneous energy. The two words best fit to describe her were "Miss Sunshine" the female truly couldn't shut or stop smiling to save her life. Of course, the cheerful girl was always full of optimistic, her positive comments filled the dance studio along with the mix of flailing limbs and occasional trips. After all, the female had always been accident-prone, and being know as the klutz of the group didn't make her reputation as a trainee any better.

But the girl somehow managed, her powerful vocals and sweet expression seemed to pull up above the rest, covering up all her flaws as if her visuals were enough to make-up for everything else. She was a girl of patience, the type of girl that was able to draw you in with her ambitious for her dreams and her wild yet soft-hearted nature. She was raised with high standards, her parents pressing her to be the best of the best. But yet it wasn't until she was studying for a music degree in college before she realized her ultimate dream.

Of course, all thoughts of becoming a singer seemed ludicrous from her parent's point of view, such an unstable career that wouldn't be good enough to support their beloved daughter. Instead she was pushed through a series of medical schools, in hopes to be able to achieve the same route in the medical path as her parents. But once Eunji had found her love for music and singing, she knew she was would be breaking her mother's set path for her.

Young and naive, she decides to pave her own way into the music industry. With the support of her friends, she fought through rounds of auditions and soon fighting through her intensive training under different labels before being placed with her APink girls under ACube. To be honest, she was surprised enough that she had managed to get this far in the first place, knowing that her accident-prone was enough to send her evaluation judges running the opposite direction.

But here she was now, maybe a bit bruised but nothing should shatter her spirit.

But what Eunji didn't really understand was her strange food cravings. After returning from their late night practice, their group went to a nearby restaurant for an entire meal of bulgogi, but even after the filling dinner she was still craving for chicken by the time she had returned to her apartment. Seeing that even after a large serving of Korean BBQ and followed with mochi ice cream wasn't enough to stop her cravings for chicken wings, she decides to not question her strange appetite and immediately called the first contact under chicken wings and ordered for the first thing that came to her mind.

Only 15 minutes later, she hears the door bell ring, only realizing her difficulty to actually detach her lazy from the couch in order to walk to the front door. Now questioning she there was really an importance of walking over to answer the door, the bell rings twice in a quick succession, "Alright, alright I'm coming." she mumbles, quickly whipping her hair up into a quick bun as she opens the door. Oh right, money. As the other awkwardly hands her the rather greasy box she grimaces, remembering that she had left her wallet in her purse. "Oh one second... my purse."

She leans over to grab her purse from off the hook by the door, only to realize her wallet had been left in the pocket of her coat. Digging through her pockets, she pulls over her wallet, flipping through for her 16,000 won due to the deliver boy. She rifles for the bills, only coming up with a 20 bill with a pout. "You don't happen to have change on you, do you?" she hands him the bill, with her now oil-coated fingers. She steps back to keep the door propped open with her foot, silently wondering how she had managed to maintain her balance even after her 30-minute nap.