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@ⓢ kikwang l。 Listening, I don't think I have the patience to actually sit and make a song-
/I shrug slightly, finishing the second shot before sliding the beer infront of myself, deciding to take it a little slower this time to avoid embarrassing myself too much/
I mean, I can kinda play guitar, I guess I just don't really have the muse to write a song. Suppose you could day I don't really take it seriously.
/I nod before drinking a mouthful of beer./
I smoke don't worry.
/pulls out my own pack of cigarettes and gives you a half smile before lighting one, taking a long drag and then exhaling the smoke with a sigh./
You like people who can draw huh? Guess I'm in luck. What about you though, got any hobbies?

@✓ⓒ kristen s。 Yeah I try to be /shrugs my ahoulders a little with a smile, as I was told the same characteristics a few times before and realizing it myself that I see things a little more clearer than others and its not usually a good thing
I guessed you werent too hung upon the history, yet it makes it even more interesting
/drinks my double vodka and makes a slightly crunched up face before looking back at you with a surprised smile
Well,I sure could do with some practice / I chuckle as I look at the bottom of the empty glass
Music? Like listening or making? And drawing is an amazing hobby,I always adored people who knew how to draw, its a whole new level of being talented
/I reach in my back pocket and pulls out a small rectangular pack
Do you smoke or? /pulles one piece of the cilinder with a white majority and a small orange piece that rests between my lips
Im sorry if not,just tell me if it bothers you. Its just a bad habit I caught from my youth
Im interesting? /laughs in a shocked cackle
I'd say youre wrong about that... Im not interesting my life could be said in maybe three sentences

@ⓢ kikwang l。 /I listen intently as you speak, almost confused by how accurate your assumptions are despite the fact that we haven't known each other all that long./
I can see you're very observant and perceptive-
/I pause for a moments as the drinks arrive, quickly downing a shot before I begin to speak again./
I don't really like to talk about my past. But hobbies and interests, that's a tricky one.
/I purse my lips, fiddling with the empty shot glass as I think, trying to pick the more interesting hobbies I have./
Well, I like drinking as you can see, always been a fan of music I guess, quite fond of sketching.
/I shrug, struggling to recall a time when I was truly passionate about things./
We should talk about you, you seem far more interesting.

@✓ⓒ kristen s。 Great! /I smile, clasping my hands together at once as you agree with that idea
So Kris, I know you're kind of a mysterious person yourself...I'm not... I'm more like an open book, but I still feel like we think on the same level,actually every your reaction or something fitted my mood or thoughts right at the same moment you said it and wow it made me feel good that im not the only one.
The point I want to say is, that we might be quite different in behavior or our habits, but our thinking seems alike. You are good with drinks, but I haven't drunk in a while since I took my dancing dream too seriously and you live on the wild side, while Im the one who follows rules as they come. You are mysterious and it makes me hella curious about you.
Would it be too rude to ask you about your personal life? As such your past, your hobbies, your interests or dislikes?

@ⓢ kikwang l。 /I nod at your preposition, it seems fair enough that if you pay for the drinks I pay for the ride home/
You've got yourself a deal.
/I smile lightly, sliding the money back into my pocket before giving you a nod, looking down for a moment to hide a grin when you compliment me/
You can call me that, I quite like it actually
/once again I nod, wondering what kind of things you'll bring up in conversation or ask me about./
Sure, go ahead.

@✓ⓒ kristen s。 Okay two shots of vodka are up /I chuckle at how bold you are and takes the notes from you
That should be enough for you to keep in you wallet and save it for the cab home, because it's my treat and you're taking out turnt up bodies home
/chuckles once more and pushes the money to you over the smooth table
/I wave over at the waitress by the bar and give her a slight nod and a polite smile. after she notices me I turn to you and smile a bit more sweetly
So... Kris, is that okay if I call you that? I really like your name actually, its so cool in my opinion
I don't know how to start a topic actually, so I'm gonna talk random things, or ask weird questions, so feel free to stop me anytime, okay?

@ⓢ kikwang l。 /I raise an eyebrow a little shocked that you're actually up for the challenge, it makes me doubt myself a little, perhaps you could out drink me./
I'll get a beer too. A beer and two shots of vodka. Let's get this party started.
/I smirk slightly, never one to turn down an opportunity to get drunk I pull a few crumpled notes out of my my pocket and slide them across the table to you/
That should be enough

@✓ⓒ kristen s。 /i can see how insecure you turned in matter of minutes and I smile a little determined to make you feel as comfortable as possible even in a place like this,which seems like not the type to be your first choice
/I nod my head with a smile at your suggestion, gesturing for you to go ahead
/I slip in the booth on the side, not too far from you,yet to have some space between and I automatically lean against the table with my elbows,relaxed
Guess I'll go with beer as a side drink /I chuckle a little as I rub at my chin thinking
So you want to challenge me huh? I'll drink what you will, to keep the same score

@ⓢ kikwang l。 /I follow after you, a little surprised by how classy the bar seems to be. I run my fingers through my hair, now feeling a little self conscious that I won't feel as though I fit in in an environment like this/
The booth looks nice
/I respond quietly, looking up at you as though awaiting your approval. After a few moments, I begin walking over to the booth before settling into one of the seats, watching you as you make your way over./
So, what's your drink of choice, Kikwang?

@✓ⓒ kristen s。 /heads in first after I open the door and holds it open while you enter after me, giving you the space to walk
/looks around first feeling somehow mesmerized by a place like this,as the only place I remember drinking at were the cheap pubs were settled and the empty parks during a late night hangout
/I wonder if a place by the bar would be fine for you,but instead I look at a completely empty booth with leather couches as seats
Where would you like to sit? I'll ask you because it doesnt really matter to me
/I lean a little closer to you so its only you who hears me speak

@ⓟ junmyeon k。 "loved you." and he didn't know why it was always like this -- why every road and every map always lead to you. "because i want to forget you but i can’t." the image of broken glass and fresh bruises. the recollection of reckless words we never truly meant thrown about, tears shed, countless mistakes made, and just, raw anger. "really, i loved you, that’s how much harder it is. i want to hate you but i can’t so i hate you even more." the image of how you finally mumbled something, and how he wished that he didn’t hang on to every word you said. he wished he weren’t listening close enough to hear you say his name, or to hear you mumble, “i love you.” with the pick held in between his fingers, he raises his hand to hold the mic, directly staring at you through a drapery of tousled blonde strands, he made sure you would know it was you he was looking at and with a half lidded gaze, the final verse left his lips. "that's why i want to forget you."

because you were drunk, and in love. but just that, that night -- you weren't in love with him.

// fin.

@ⓟ junmyeon k。 he could still hear the music, clinking of glasses and drone-like chatter of a hundred patrons, ex lovers and clubbers blaring noisily in his eardrums, he could still see the flashing neon lights invading his vision and the familiar, same old intermingled scents of smoke, sweat and too many people that instantly assaulted his nostrils the moment he entered the nightclub remained unwavering, even long after he'd left -- but maybe that was because he was still considerably drunk, high even. how he managed to get to the dingy old bar precariously huddled in between two buildings just as decrepit, if not more, by the outskirts of town without crashing his car into the nearest lamppost, he didn't know. after somehow miraculously parking the car, he took a moment to study his appearance through the rear view mirror. with traces of smoky make up, blonde strands disheveled as if he'd just had a round of wild , shirt crumpled with a good few buttons already undone, a roseate flush dusting the apples of his cheeks, lipstick stains and blooming marks of purple and blue littering every patch of exposed skin -- he looked nothing short of a mess. with a groan, he exerts a bit of effort to wipe the visible hues of pinks and red on his face, stopping only when the smudges were just faintly visible against his skin.

exiting the vehicle, he made his way into the bar -- unaware that you had already done so just a few hours before him. the pungent swirls of smoke wafting throughout the dimly lit vicinity and the slow jazz being played by the live band which consisted of a group of friends easily urged him to have a few more drinks. even whilst he was drunk and high, he still found himself thinking about you. pondering over why things went so horribly wrong that it had us spiral into something far more twisted, morbid and destructive than it had ever been in the first place. wondering why, you had to do what you did to get him completely and utterly obsessed over you when he was just about ready to move on. he felt so out of his element, beyond exasperated and confused that his only means to forget you always failed to help him do so. after downing a few shots but somehow still functioning (read: given his high tolerance to alcohol), he found himself (read: teetering a bit) along the walls towards the stage.

the timing couldn't have been any better. stumbling upon his comrades while they were taking a break in between songs, he was able to convince them to let him sing the final song for the evening. being a circle of friends of a long time, they knew better than to not let him do so and soon, he found himself standing center stage, holding a guitar. the lights surrounding him were dim, but gave off a soft glow and three precise drumstick hits from the drummer later -- the song began. "i resent you, i hate the times i had with you. after i lost you, everything became meaningless." his accent showed a bit but that didn't stop him, and as if swept away by his emotions and the music itself, he felt strangely sober. "i don’t long for you, i don’t miss you. your love that you gave to me, i don't remember it." a pair of cerulean orbs swept across the crowd until his eyes landed on you. in his state however, and due to the dark lighting he wasn't able to familiarize you -- but something unnameable in him stirred emotions that suddenly made his mind reel through memories he'd shared with you. from that moment forth, his gaze never left you as if he were singing the song for you -- as if you were the only person in the audience.

"really i loved you, it’s because i loved you so much." the image of your stunning smile the moment you said yes when he first asked you to be his. "because i want to forget you but i can’t, that’s why i want to forget you." the image of how you were the still the most beautiful person he'd ever seen even with your tear stained cheeks when he was breaking up with you. "i know, i know that what i’m saying right now is really stupid, that it doesn’t even make sense, i know, i know." the image of how he ran back to you through a downpour in the dead of night when you called him. how it was you, how it'd always been you and how it'd always be you, and that was any and every excuse he'd ever need to come back running. "really, i loved you, that’s how much harder it is. i want to hate you but i can’t so i hate you even more." the image of how he couldn't help holding his breath, waiting for a drunk confession of love from you, because that was when his fleeting daydreams became reality. "to be honest, no matter how much i try to erase you i know i can’t, yeah. to be honest, i know that to me you’re someone who i just can’t forget." how the sound of your voice was barely an exhale -- but he could hear every syllable because that’s how he'd always listened to you, so very closely. “hyun, can you come pick me up?” your voice was just a slurred whisper, but he knew you were drunk, and in love.

// one.

✔ — ᴏᴘᴇɴ。