ㅤᴅᴏᴏʀ ⋮ A16

@❛ jinah im。 the revealment of trust relieves him nervousness; chanyeol afraid that the time spent in his company would be unbearable for the latter. although their relationship was not created out of the most hale foundations and exchanges, he did not want to be a mere chore or task for her. if possible and willing, in his thought, intending to find amelioration as well as contentment between them was not a senseless tenet. such sentiment held true, until, she saw him eye-to-eye again. their visions collided; internal precepts clashing- hers beholding an inundation brimmed with despair, while his set ablaze; riveting with inflamed acrimony and dismay. given their history and the current, he was taken aback, not expecting the latter to bring spotlight to such a dark and depressing possession. "you mean you don't care what happens to youngjae anymore." chanyeol seethed. "how can you be so selfish.. you don't think him losing you won't inflict suffering and pain? a child needs their mother." resentment filled his eyes, because looking at her was like looking into a mirror- at himself. "what if he were to ever hear you or find out that you ever said such a thing.. do you know what he'd have to go through?"
voice hushed, a pair of hostile, cold eyes stared down at her, ladled with adversity.

@❛ chanyeol park。 "It's not that I don't trust you to keep me safe-- in fact, if I didn't, I honestly wouldn't be here, but..." The vocalization catches in as she stops at the door, lithe digits curling around the doorknob as she leans forward to press her head against the rigid surface and release a shaky breath. The anxiety had boiled up within her and had spilled out before her into dreadful, morbid 'what-ifs.' "Chanyeol, I- I don't care what happens to me anymore." Tears began to well up in her eyes as she turned to face him and raise one hand to gesture towards Youngjae sleeping on the couch. "As long as that boy is safe and well looked after, I could die tomorrow."

@❛ yugyeom kim。 There is an explicit consternation in his voice, horror reflected in the coruscation of dark eyes. It wouldn't take a fool to realize that this man had just been seared by the fires of hell. In his hands are the stains of red; blood that belonged to a person he so desperately tried so save. Tried. It was that question of inevitability, of what-ifs. Questions that will ultimately haunt him for the rest of his life, for he had been the one to take on the most grueling and taxing job, in hopes that he would save lives. But in his hands, he held fatality: a woman who had been on the brink of losing her life. On the brink, if it weren't for him. "But you did, Yugyeom. You did."

@❛ lalisa manoban。 He stands over the sink, considerably still with a slight lift to clearly tensed shoulders. The occurrence which just happened, the possibility of her death, it all pounds in his head, throbbing his pulse in several areas around his body. and he's silent, perhaps processing whilst his hand unconsciously opens the tap of water. "lisa." he whispers, eyes fixed on the blood dripping off of his hand and into the white sink. "what if I couldn't save her?"

@❛ yugyeom kim。 She trails behind the male in silence, concern evident in the slight wrinkle of her forehead and furrowed brows. She is unsure of what to say, her words stuck in the back of as she's following him, her eyes glued to the back of his head in deep thought. She wonders if he is alright, if he is in need of any consolation, or wishes to look past what happened. Nonetheless, she helps him out of his shirt, taking the article and searching around for a container to soak it in.

@❛ lalisa manoban。 with a distressed sigh, he pushes his magnetic key into the slot, rushing in as soon as the door opens. "bathroom's this way." he mutters to Lisa, unsure if she's familiar with his apartment or not. He wants to hold her hand, to show her his place on better circumstances but all he could is lead her to the bathroom, tugging on the hem of his bloodied shirt to remove it off of his body.

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@❛ jinah im。 ".. oh right. sorry, i'm dumb. i just figured some musicals that were a hit were turned into movies like grease, mamma mia- i forget it, yeah i just lack knowledge in this area. so you're giving too much credit, saying i'm sophisticated." chanyeol openly admitted, throwing his hands up in the hopelessness of himself. "the next time the local theater has it performing.. let's go see it together, yeah?" he asked hopefully, even though he failed miserably to save face from the performing arts expert standing right before him. he noticed her eyes gazed off, something behind him, before jinah acted upon whatever she saw; she checked that the door was locked. chanyeol looked at her in concern. "jinah.. we'll be safe okay.. you have me. i'll make sure i do everything in my power to keep you and jae safe." he reassured softly. 9[po

@❛ chanyeol park。 "It's a musical, handsome-- not a movie...Tsk...Tsk." Shaking her head, she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before glancing over at Youngjae who had already passed out on the living room sofa. Returning her gaze to the man before her, she affectionately lifted a hand to glide the pad of her thumb along his cheek. "You'd have to go see it live. Videos don't do it justice. Live theatre is a magical work of art when done correctly. A sophisticated, wealthy man such as yourself- I imagine you'd have seen lots of theatre in your lifetime..." Trailing off, she glanced at the door and slipped out from Chanyeol's grip to ensure that the door was locked.

@❛ jinah im。 "i'm sorry, i don't know anything about old movies." chanyeol honestly admitted. "all i've watched were a couple of film noirs back in my freshman year when i had to take an elective course. don't even remember the titles to them, but they were pretty good." he reaches up and holds her hand at his cheek, leaning into her touch. being slightly tipsy and perhaps on the way to being even further intoxicated, chanyeol knows he's being needy, letting every act of affectionate that jinah generously shows to him to linger- be drawn out longer, even its just for a few more seconds. in a way, the touches he feels helps with the persistent, lulling aches that pull at his heart's strings. "only when yugyeom's not home."

@❛ sooji bae。 "thanks." chanyeol says, stepping out of his sneakers, heading right into the kitchen to grab a glass of cold water from the fridge. the hot weather had made him get thirsty again. "want anything to eat or drink?" he casually asked, pouring the cold water into his glass. before he could offer anything else, chanyeol brought the glass to his lips, gulping down the water. "ahh, refreshing." he said when he was done, wiping his moist lips on the back of his hand.

@❛ chanyeol park。 She snorts at his poor attempt to impress her and trails a hand up to gently pat his cheek. "You tried your best, and I can admire that. The musical is called Brightstar. It's based in the Southern United States and follows the life of a young woman named Alice Murphy in the 1920s and 1940s. It's pretty good. You should watch it sometime if you get the chance." Setting her empty glass down onto the kitchen counter, her irises roamed, surveying the room and taking in every detail. "Is this where you take all of your female guests?" She inquired rhetorically, perking up an eyebrow.

@❛ jinah im。 [] gonna pretend they hopped through syms teleporter online and went to his room cuz pool party over now lmao ^-^"

he sets his glass down as well, on the island kitchen table beside them. "why is it dreadful.. you like what you like, even if it is a guilty pleasure." chanyeol gently told her, caressing the back of her head, her face against his bare chest. "muscadine wine makes me feel so fine, i like hard liquor, it hits me quicker.." he softly sings back, just adding a random melody to go with it that popped into his head on improvisation. he's pretty sure the actual song sounds like nothing what he sang for her just now, but he wanted to give a try. "oops, i pretended to know the song to try and impress you but.. clearly, that's not gonna work is it.." he chuckled lightly. "what's the musical or theatrical play that the song's from?"




❛ jinah im。 13 hours ago Reply
@❛ chanyeol park。 lifting the glass to her lips, she merrily takes a sip every couple of seconds as she listens intently to his ramblings. rolling her eyes are the request and setting the glass down, she leaned forward, arms circling around his waist to make the distance between the two disappear. whispering, she began to recite the lyrics. "muscadine wine makes me feel so fine...I like hard liquor, it hits me quicker..." fighting back the laughter, she eventually gives in and attempts to hide her face against his chest. "It's absolutely dreadful, but musical theatre is a guilty pleasure of mine"

he shoots suzy a quick text letting her know that he'll drive them to target, then ditches the phone to his bedside table, placing it screen down as he throws himself onto the bed- face planting into the soft, clean sheets of the linen that's spread out taut over his made bed. he'll wait for for the blunt girl to get back to him, chanyeol just planning to take a quick nap before they meet up. he's tired- both physically and emotionally. lately, the nightmares having been coming back. every other day, he's tried to drown the certain, uncomfortable prickle of emotions that comes to dreadfully haunt him; drinks, friends, girls, music, hobbies.. but nothing avails. the dark paradise that's been festering and harboring at the deepest faults of his hearts have only been getting deeper and deeper; tunneling into an abyss, wreaking havoc from the inside-out. chaos, for all that he isn't, and all that he currently is. he's trying to hold on despite the agony of it all, but chanyeol is truly scared. fearful, of what's to come- terrified, that he'll descend further. the feelings- those /feelings/, they haven't gone away and they threaten to make an empty vessel out of him. chanyeol opens his eyes. reaching up towards one of the posts of his bed's frame, he pulls at the top of it, the piece of glossed, white wood, coming off, like the lid of a box. sitting up, he leans his back against the headboard of the bed and brings his knees up close to his chest- curling up to feel sheltered- more protected. reaching into the hollow part of the open post, chanyeol takes out the sealed, small orange cylinder. to cope, it's just once per day. to continue, he doesn't know.

@❛ yugyeom kim。 getting through the day with only one hand had been difficult. the cast that was upon his injured wrist was restricting not to just the local area but also down to his fingers, putting his entire right arm and hand out of commission. he could bend his fingers slightly, able to grip and hold smaller objects, but going against the rigidity of the cast was tiring for his hand, and lacked to provide much grip overall. he couldn't even drive, which was definitely annoying as he now had to depend on someone to either give him rides or take the public transportation himself. the worst had been when he had to put his jeans back on, chanyeol having had so much trouble getting a good grasp of the right side to his pants to be pulled up, until finally he had embarrassingly called the nurse over to help him complete the simple task. only 2 days in and yet chanyeol was already losing his patience; irritated and high strung at how his life was turning out. it also didn't help that exams were nearing for him. he didn't even know if he was going to be able to write them in time, not with the cast certainly being a limitation in the movement of his hand. fishing for his keys from his pocket, chanyeol unlocked the door and stepped in back home. kicking off his shoes. he saw that yugyeom was indeed home, the latter's shoes neatly aligned up by the edge of the foyer. "i'm home~" chanyeol called out, walking over to the living room to plop onto the sofa there.

she was utterly disgusted with herself, even if it was natural. she knew it'd be coming, just not so soon. after all, she hadn't had experiences with parties and drinking in forever. she was barely coming to the realization that she had practically ruined the host's flooring, though she was more occupied with the bitter taste in . god, even that pinwheel she ate earlier came up. "sorry, chanyeol," she could only mutter, following naeun to the bathroom in a daze. hunched over the toilet, she continued to barf, her head pounding like crazy. she could barely breathe with the alarming rate of bodily liquids leaving - trying to breathe through her nostrils, she made the situation worse, puke streaming from her nose as well. and god, that feeling of stomach acid in her esophagus - she was a masochist, but not THAT much of a masochist to enjoy puking. once finished, yein tried to clean up her face and mouth at the sink, yearning to rid of that sour taste, though it wouldn't leave no matter what she did. "i just want to sit down. sorry you have to see me like this, naeun..."

thankfully, naeun does act in his aid, rushing to take yein to his bathroom. sighing heavily, chanyeol just pushes himself off of the floor, head spinning, body hot, and heart racing from the terror of yein just having barfed on the floor. grudgingly, he walks to the closet, where he had put away and had organized his household supplies. getting rubber gloves and getting a dustpan, he used it as shovel, scooping up the putrid solid chunks of yein's stomach contents. once that was done, he set it aside, to throwout into the toilet once yein was done in the bathroom. he grabbed paper towels, blotted the area of floor dry, and then disinfected the floor with wet wipes. after all that and doing it half-drunk, he was exhausted.

even naeun's eyes widened as yein fell, but she only elicited a loud gasp when she saw yein gagging and soon vomiting right on chanyeol's floor right in front of her salad. gaped open in bewilderment and fascination, soon fidgeting herself off of chanyeol and backing up due to the smell that was beginning to take over all of her senses in the most Disgusting way possible. at chanyeol's plea, she bent down to tug at his arm, attempting to get him to stand up -- only momentarily while she fights her way to yein though hopping through the scattered mess that was her puke, yanking at yein's arm also, her other hand coming to bunch her hair behind her back. "let's go to the bathroom, come on come on come on,"

[] my first reaction: oh no look at the time gotta go

chanyeol froze, completely just tried to stay still, but instead his legs gave out and he came to a kneel before the pasty colored jackson pollack painting that yein had just created on the brand new polished, wooden floor of his apartment. he was at an utter dismay, and even though he was drunk and still in a good mood, because of the fact that he hated mess and how intoxicated he was, he had no clue how to even begin cleaning up the mess. oh god, and the smell. chanyeol didn't dare breathe through his nose anymore. if he did, he felt like he was going to puke too. "naeun...please help." chanyeol pleaded, turning to look at the other girl.

[] STOP

[] STOMACH DECIDES TO EMPTY ITSELF OF ITS CONTENTS RIGHT ONTO THE FLOOR OF CHANYEOLS APRRTMNET

trying to convince herself that she was feeling better, yein steadies a hand on the arm rest of the couch she's resting on, standing to her wobbly legs with all the strength that she can muster - she didn't want to miss out on her dear friend trying to get a tall venti of a boy to dance. it was too entertaining for her to blink away from. her weak legs carried her over to the pair as her body swayed - she swore her vision was worsening on her for good for the night. "ayeee, get it, you two! i swear to godddddd channnyeol, if you don't dance with my homegirl, i - " she finds herself caught up with the giant's fall. she practically trips over him, falling with him. her arms feel like jelly when she catches herself, though a bubbling feeling in her guts tells her that she's probably doing a lot worse than she's convinced herself of. she knows she's going to puke, though she can't help but laugh at the amusing pair's conversation. "goddamn, dude said he got neighbors down there! down where? in hell - " she's on her knees, a cough escaping her lips, then a gag, before her stomach decides to empty itself of its contents right onto the floor of chanyeol's apartment.

since he hadn't done so, she figured she'd scoff instead of him, her grip trying to tighten around his hand but she knew it'd be painfully easy for him to rip away. she tilted her head to peek out and glance at yein, who stayed on the couch, yelling at chanyeol to dance along, in which she raised a brow at the male, clicking her tongue. "see? even yein wants us to dance. don't be a , bro, i don't bite unless needed -- and if you don't dance with me, i will," she pursed her lips, yearning to pull him closer, but before she could, he already yanked himself out of her hold. following after, she readily jumped on his back to shoo his hand that reached for the speakers, applying all her weight and pressurized herself on his figure, concluding that /maybe/ he'd just lay limp. at his words, she turned her head to look at yein, then chanyeol ... then back at yein, mouthing to her, 'did he just ing say neighbors below?' she hadn't spoken a word after she jumped on his back, silence fulfilled the confinement of the room just briefly, before she parted her lips. "chanyeol ... are you stupid? you have no ing neighbors beneath uS"

[] HE LIVES ON THE IONG FIRST FLOOR I'M CRYIMNG

he didn't know whether to scoff or laugh hilariously, chanyeol just simply stunned by her sudden, random request. blinking twice, he looked down at her hand that he felt grasp his, and then looked back at naeun, who looked utterly serious about this happening. he couldn't hold it in anymore; he burst out laughing. "no, nuh-uh. like i said, i'm not dancing! geez naeun, alcohol hitting you too, huh." chanyeol said with a small smirk. "besides, you're just gonna ditch yein like that?" he gestured over to where the other girl was on the couch. "you're a bad friend, son." he then clicked his tongue disapprovingly, shaking his head. speak of the devil however, because yein started hollering at him to dance. "yein, i swear- no. nope. im changing the music." shaking off naeun's hand, chanyeol dashed towards the speaker, but ended up tripping his own damn feet, falling with huge thud onto the floor. he got right back up, his face in panic. "ttttt, the neighbors below are gonna kill us."

[] @ naeun, yein. also; chanyeol lives on the first floor LMAO

her head was clearing up just a tiny bit, though it didn't stop the downcast thoughts swirling in her labyrinth of a mind. had she been sober, nothing from her past would have come spouting from . trying not to say more unnecessary things, yein can only smile a bit, mumbling in response to naeun's "i love you." her eyelids feel heavy and she feels like she's floating and transcending into another realm. despite her current state, she spots naeun in the distance with chanyeol. having heard all the jokes earlier, even her drunken self can only mentally laugh at the idea of the pair dancing, though she yells out "wooooo, dance, chanyeol!"

giving yein a last look of concern, she slowly stood and patted her head, whispering. "i love you," affection was rather naeun's middle name -- except when it came to chanyeol. straightening, she sauntered her way to the playlist, shuffling a slow song for kicks before clasping her hand with the male's, holding it tight for him not have room to slip out, voicing out in a polite tone that would hopefully catch him off guard. "dance with me, c'mon."

making sure that chungha would reach her apartment, chanyeol swayed to his door, having one foot outside in the hallway, at least making sure she made it to the elevator or at least down the hall left and right to see if her suite was on the same floor as his. after seeing that she did reach her destination, chanyeol went back inside, kicking the door close after him. hearing naeun calling him over as soon as he did, he slowly walked over to where she was, gulping down the liquid that was still remaining in his cup. "what do you want naeun."

[] @naeun AND SHUSH YEIN.

[] "giggled"