⊱ garden

@『 ✮ 』aerin lim。 the atmosphere of the whole party almost felt like it could crush him as it weighs upon his shoulders, matching with his heavy breath as if every inch of it is gilded with metal. something doesn't feel right today, he is always the best in knowing his conditions, and that mood affected the rest of the night when he isn't really placing his attention on people around him, only hands busy moving around as they pick up small pieces of dessert served in the metal trays.

and rohwan tries not to think too much about it - but it is hard to when he is always giving the best of his concern to his work, his career, the one thing that he grasps so hard to change his life. kiho, or kiha - the mysterious someone on the internet who is actually the author for a story that he has been eyeing for weeks, and when he could finally reach him, or her (man he doesn't even know who this really is!), of course he had received the same old response that other directors had - no.

but it seems like his thoughts can be shoved away for a short moment as he turns to her, too easily facing her smile that seems to lighten him up a bit. although his attention was soon taken away by the waiter who refilled the dish, he returns the attention to her before nodding with a brow cocked. "it is acceptable. i mean, if it is that good to worth the wait." he hums while reaching out for the tongs. "where are your friends?"

@『 ✦ 』rohwan byun。 she can feel herself drooping a little at this point of the party. she's made her rounds, met some new faces, made small talk with others. aerin's dodged most of the gossip mongers - thankfully - and is taking a small breath before she knows she has to put on her polished smile again and rejoin a group to chat with. that's why she's made her way to the table of snacks, chewing on the wonderfully delicious devilled eggs.

some people here liked to put their nose everywhere, and some will talk badly of you if they think you're too quiet for them. aerin doesn't like bowing to societal pressure, but she would gladly take the easier path of just talking to people then get an unsavoury rumour about her getting out there for no reason. plus, perhaps she can meet another kind person - she's been getting lucky and has been able to interact with some nice people so far.

she turns to the voice greeting her with a surprised expression which easily smooths out into a bright smile. "good evening to you too." a waiter comes and replaces the plate of devilled eggs and a sense of delight fills into her. retrieving a small plate and placing a few onto them, she turns to the man with a soft giggle "is it bad that i was sort of waiting for these to be filled up again before i left?"

@『 ✮ 』aerin lim。 as they head away from where the majority of the crowd is, sungjoo feels the noise in his head and heart slowly turning down in volume, replacing by the sound of his heartbeat that is vividly pumping at the excitement of meeting a new friend. it is a first time for him, to know someone else outside his band and who is not a fan, not someone who would scream his name the moment they see him, just...an ordinary person. "i bet they will taste good, even though i am not a professional in desserts." he hums, turning to aerin. "so if you don't mind me asking, what do you do?"

@『 ✮ 』sungjoo bae。 when she spots the surprise on sungjoo's face, there's a moment where aerin's a little afraid that he won't accept the offer before he nods. the smile that spreads across aerin's face is dazzling. there's some sort of relief and joy at being able to meet new friends. aerin's forgotten about this feeling, too absorbed in her desire to get away. walking alongside sungjoo, she glances down at her plate of food with a small grin as they approach the place aerin had pointed out, a bench settled there near an assortment of flowers. "i wonder what these will taste like? i've heard that they've gotten some of the best for this party after all."

@『 ✮ 』aerin lim。 Having only greeted a few of the other tenants, Audrey thought it best to have a quick snack, after all the table and bar area was full of delectable treats and finger foods and she just could not resist, I mean free food and drinks— who could after all? She stood from her seat, Cookie following along beside her almost trotting with her delicate, poof paws as her owner then came to a halt, debating just what she should eat. One of each? No, that’d be far too greedy, perhaps just two or three snacks to start the night off and should she be hungry later again then she could come back for more assuming there was food left? Although before she could decide, a voice spoke up, and it sounded as sweet and light as the whipped cream on a peach pie. “Oh, hello there miss!” Aerim Lim, somehow the name rang a bell but…Audrey could not recall where she had heard it, although perhaps she was someone famous too, yes that must’ve been it. “Pleasure to meet you Aerim, I’m Audrey Hwang— and this adorable gal here is Cookie, if you hold out your hand she’ll shake her paw hehe. Anyway, are you enjoying the party thus far? I’m up in floor 21 by the way, how about yourself?”

@『 ✦ 』kyle han。 eunsang doesn’t consider photoshoots to be one of the many things he misses — his eyes could never get used to the blinding flashes of the camera despite having done it for years, and the excessive styling in certain occasions just doesn’t sit right with him (although he doesn’t voice this for obvious reasons). so when the thought of a certain photographer who’s had the misfortune of running into him too many times starts crossing his mind more often than he’d like to, it’s only natural that he finds it odd, to say the least. his eyes would occasionally dart around the venue, scanning the crowd in hopes of catching a glimpse of him. kyle doesn’t seem like someone you’d catch in a party like this, but maybe, just maybe—

—/bingo/.

he strides over to kyle’s spot upon spotting the latter, the playful gleam in his eyes concealing any hint of exhaustion. “why, i certainly did not expect to see you here,” he says with a teasing lilt in his voice. “my apologies for intruding. it’s been a while since we’ve last spoken, hasn’t it?”

[] rip im so sorry for the wait + poor quality

@『 ✮ 』arisa nagase。 she can tell arisa's smile isn't quite genuine. years in the industry has her perfecting her own camera ready smile, it means she can tell when someone else is giving her one. she doesn't blame arisa though, human interaction is hard even on the best of days - especially in an industry where you couldn't afford any off days. it makes aerin a tinge sad, they really were quite similar, weren't they?

"i don't blame you, i usually keep to myself." aerin hums softly, "not a lot of people know i've moved in, i try to keep it that way but... i'm sure you know it as well, it'll leak at some point." and it's true, it would be naive and foolish to think that her presence at bellevue would be a secret for long. however, aerin is trying to enjoy the significantly reduced amount of people trying to pry into her life and follow her around, and she expresses that "i'm sure someone will be looking for me after this party, but for now i'm trying to appreciate a little more quiet."

aerin shares a small sad tilt of her head paired with her gentle smile, lips curled in a way that showed she understands. "i get it." deciding to try and steer the conversation somewhere else, she spoke once more "what floor are you living on? i'll have to drop off some goodies for you someday. i've been trying a new recipe recently and i've been looking for more people to try them."

@『 ✧ 』ethan kim。 aerin knows the male in front of her is very panicked and agitated, that's simple from the way he's acting. aerin feels bad because really, there's nothing to be nervous or worried about. aerin's not mad, she just wants to know if the man in front of her is alright. she tries multiple ways to try and grab his attention, unsure of if she can just grab onto his arms and have him look her in the eyes. however, before she can contemplate that or try that, the male is now kneeling in front of her and only gasp escapes her lips.

she can feel the attention of the party goers starting to drift towards them and she really was not up to being observed by all these people today. plus, whatever he was saying wasn't true - he definitely was not deserving of being punished. accidents happen, and she now feels a little upset that he feels so bad about it. and what did he mean by queen? she'll have to ask about that later.

and that is what she tells him, "please don't say those kinds of things, you don't deserve to be punished at all." aerin crouches down and rubs the poor male's back gently, trying to coax him gently to look at her or to at least heed whatever she was saying. "it was just an accident! there are no sins to atone for." biting her lip gently, the other one of her hands that wasn't patting his back goes to hold onto one of his hands. "if you really feel bad about it, why don't you stand up and look at me first? we can go somewhere to get some new clothes for both me and you. does that sound like a good plan?"

@『 ✮ 』aerin lim。 another social event, rohwan quietly sighs as he makes his way among the little groups of people, not making any eye contact with anyone so that he doesn't have to go all the way from an introduction to piling up smiles while asking the same old starter questions.

don't get him wrong, he is just not in the mood for now.

but after spinning around a circle with a glass of champagne in hand, he is certain that staying alone in a party like this does make him feel like a clown, and maybe - he can settle with talking to people who are also alone like him. he heads to the snacks area to get a refill for his champagne before his eyes land on a lady who also seems to be alone. "good evening," is how he starts it off.

@『 ✧ 』jaehyung kim。 ethan has lost count of the number of strangers asking him the exact same question: “what happened to your shirt?”

so when a tipsy lad he has never seen before approaches him and starts pointing at the dark red dyeing the fabric of his shirt, he decides that he’d rather go through the trouble of going upstairs to change. he’s one foot out of the garden, eyes darting back and forth between the stranger and the apartment windows. it’s obvious that he wants to get out of this place, yet the guy somehow misses the hint and proceeds to ask why he hadn’t considered cleaning the wine stain with a napkin — as if it would work.

he doesn’t even realize the extra company he has until he feels a nudge on his shoulder, which made him jump. a wide beam replaces the frantic look on his face upon recognizing his best friend… holding up petals whilst kneeling on one knee. “wait, dude, are you /proposing/ to me?” he gasps, only to backtrack when he finally processes the last bit of jaehyung’s sentence. “oh— i mean yeah, of course! you didn’t even have to ask.” he prays that jaehyung doesn’t become the nth person to ask about his shirt. “wait, how are we gonna do this again?"

@『 ✮ 』aerin lim。 to be honest sungjoo is worried - for as long as he made his debut with the band, his name has always been associated with the band. and it is not that he doesn't like it, he loved how people think of him when they mention the band, or the reverse of that. but sometimes he feels as if this has become a tag on him, and without ozone layer, he is nothing. he is almost too used to having people go 'oh are you from the band?' or a whole starstruck face when he just wants to be...ordinary. and this time he felt that from this new girl he met. "thank you, aerin." he hums, grabbing the snacks he wanted before a small surprised expression appears on his visage, nodding as he easily accepts the offer. "yes of course, i don't mind."

@『 ✮ 』sungjoo bae。 she slowly repeated the name to herself in her head, bae sungjoo. sungjoo. she'll have to remember that from now on. "thank you, sungjoo." she replies, a bashful expression on her face. aerin won't lie, she's received a fair amount of compliments in her time, but this feels different. there aren't any ulterior motives, it's just two people with nothing to hide. the thought makes aerin smile easily, "i like your name as well, it rolls off the tongue well." she replies. taking a glance around, she spots a place near some flowers where there's fewer people lingering, gesturing towards it, she speaks again. "if you're interested, would you like to take a seat with me over there to enjoy our snacks?"

@『 ✧ 』vivian jung。 fighting the need for his eyes to close, Isaac took her hand skipping more toward the center of the dance floor. “I didn’t take you as my healer... and here we are” he said with a teasing grin pasted on his tiers, allowing his head to drop lower to plant a tender kiss on her cheek afore resting on her shoulder. the height difference wasn’t comfortable for that same position, but he couldn’t care less of how his spine is being tortured. all he wanted was to enjoy this moment with her, and hoping to not pass out on top of the female. as the soft music starts playing, his hands encircled vivian’s torso pulling her as close as he could. “This is nice” Isaac whispered lowly as if he was talking to himself, closing his eyes to indulge the warmth. a moment he wished it would never end.

@『 ✧ 』isaac hwang。 in comparison to him, vivian has not drank a single sip or drop of the intoxicating liquid. yet in this moment warmth and excitement seeps through her veins, like a drug strong enough to ade her senses and take control of her. is this infatuation? is it the discovery of their secret history? she does not know, and furthermore, doesn't know if he knows that the scared little girl from ten years ago had grown up. she had become her own woman. "i'm far from perfect," she admits, though she places her hand in his, accepting his offer gratefully. she hadn't expected a short nap and a tall glass of water to be sufficient to sober him enough to be able to walk, or even differentiate her from another. she pulls him gently to the floor, not wanting to break their connection, or lose him in the crowd. "i didn't take you for a dancer," she says whilst her arms come up to his neck instead.

@『 ✮ 』audrey hwang。 aerin's attention immediately was caught by the sound of a dog, most probably a poodle, barking. turning around to try and detect the source, aerin's eyes were immediately caught by an adorable poodle. she just had to say hello to that adorable poodle. however, there was another reason aerin had to approach - she recognized the owner as well. audrey hwang, a rising star in hollywood. aerin's watched a few of her works, and she's excited to see what audrey will do next. however, there's another reason why she wanted to approach audrey. the chiffon of her knee high yellow dress drifted behind her slowly as she made her way in front of audrey. "hello there, i don't think we've met before, but i couldn't help but come over and introduce myself when i saw your adorable poodle. i'm aerin, aerin lim."

@『 ✧ 』vivian jung。 reciprocate, something unknown to Isaac in which he was just introduced, the wide beam caressing her tiers was sign of it. Vivian wasn't like the phony people he met and tried to pretend to be his friends just to take advantage of his money. he knew she was genuine and transparent with her emotions, au contraire of Isaac, she was rather tenacious. perchance was that the reason why he hinge on her so much. Isaac''s tongue darted his bottom lip lingering there relishing the taste of her tiers and missing them as of now. "princess... vivian. soojin-ah, you're too perfect to be real" looking at the side to spot the glass of water, drinking it all in one sip. "may I have this dance?" feeling way less tipsy and composed, Isaac extended his hand to the angel in front of his eyes, wanting to at least have a normal experience at the party. all his life he saw people dancing at the partied but not even once he felt like swaying his hips to the beat. tonight was different, he wanted to please her and return all the care.

@『 ✧ 』isaac hwang。 as he opens his eyes, gazing at her with the warmest gaze he has gifted since their meeting as adults, vivian returns it with a gentle smile. the delicate tips of her roseate brims tug upward into a pleased simper as she gazes up at him as though he carried the stars. the smile is wiped from such tiers when they meet his in a warm connection, a chaste kiss that grows deeper by the second. her hands leave his cheeks, instead finding them resting on the broadness of his shoulders comfortably. this kiss is different than the one shared just minutes before—this one is purposeful, warm. she could almost smile into his touch, until he pulls away, whispered words on her lips. "no," she immediately rejects, shaking her head the slightest. she pulls up onto her tiptoes, giving him a soft peck. "you were the prince, and it was perfect."

@『 ✧ 』vivian jung。 his mood was amalgamated between what he felt and what he hoped for, the warmth of her body through the fabric of her thin clothes were enough to make him want to fight it all. her delicate worrying orbs staring into his soul, giving him the glimpse of hope that perhaps the world is something else. getting a grip of the extremity of his right sleeve, pulling away to clear his drowning tears from his visage, calming himself down with a few deep breathes. the smile on his brims now was a mere fake act of desire, placing his forehead back on hers, taking a whole minute in a loving gaze. she was his amulet, his chance of living an actual life, but Isaac's soul was still buried ten feet under ground. his palms gently cupped the female's cheeks, eyes lowering to her lips, his head deliberately tilts to the right side. Isaac's cold, arid, lonely pair of lips molds against her own, kissing her with the most guileless dainty way. nibbling onto her tiers alternately, ensuing how his heart's intuition guided him at that very moment. smoothly breaking the affectionate gesture, leaning back on his chair holding both of the girl's hand before whispering. "Thank you... for being my princess tonight... I'm sorry... for being the frog..."

@『 ✧ 』isaac hwang。 since the time she was young, vivian preferred to look at the world with rose tinted glasses. as long as she could pretend that the world at its surface was beautiful, pure, and giving, everything would be fine. as long as the young woman could occupy herself with the concepts and observations of the worlds most idyllic beauties—the punctual bloom of a rose and its blood-stained blooms, the way a child so desperately clings to their mother's hand whilst crossing the street, as if all the fears in the world could be quelled with their mother's touch—she could ignore the poverty, the famine, the suffering. perhaps it was selfish, naive of her to live that way. but it could not be helped; she was born into that life of disconnect. perhaps she too had tried to find beauty in isaac's dignified, solemn disposition. she liked to believe that behind his bramble of thorns held the most beauteous flowers. as a child she had viewed him as someone to aspire to, someone who had taken the life as a politician's child with ease and confidence. in the past day she has come to see him as a mystery, someone to discover and discover herself. behind his dark eyes and tired dry comebacks held a bushel of roses, so beautiful to the eye. she would have liked to believe it.

but as he collapses into her arms, sobs racking his lanky frame, it becomes inevitably clear—the boy she had looked up to, the boy she had convinced was a mosaic of broken moments amassed into a masterpiece, was anything but. he was broken. he was hurt. he was human. and it was grossly insulting of her to ever assume he was anything but.

though she had been slightly taken aback by his sudden action, she instantly wraps her arms around the circumference of his waist, taking him in. she doesn't care—not about the fact that they're in the middle of what is supposed to be an upbeat welcoming party, not about the eyes they attract, or the way his tears are currently staining her sleeve. her heart hurts for him; though she had somewhat grown out of that mold, out of the expectations bestowed upon her with iron fists by her parents, which she had only managed to break following their untimely death, it is clear that isaac has never had that luxury.

she doesn't know why he cries. but she listens, voice soothing gentle coos into him. "it's okay. i'm here... i'm always here." her hands leave his frame and instead seek purchase upon his cheeks, making him look at her. "i'm here, i'm here. you're okay." trying not to show the hesitation in her eyes, she connects their foreheads, her next words coming out breathy. "i'm here for you."

@『 ✧ 』vivian jung。 // tw: heavy content ahead. suicidal thoughts, violence.

was in her orbs, the lenient warmhearted pearls that he found his own reflection, the ambushed words he could see right there. tiers tremble from the possible cold, not from the outside but within, his heart materialized into the septentrional brisk. the ice was melting with each smile, laugh, touch, kiss provided by that same female holding out an hand. the cost of that disintegration was higher than his own life. Isaac wanted hold that hand, run away, live the same dream he was just having. how much of a illusion that would be, pretending life was a sea of roses after being tormented for years, all the scars on his body. not only forearm but torso, from his early teen years hiding in the bathroom of his chamber and trying to end his life right there. how many tears Isaac cried from being too weak, the same words his father used on him for so many years. weak. repulsive. imbecile. he desired to be dead for so many years, not even the physical fight with his older brother was enough to ease the pain he was holding.

the same pain Isaac is caring today, eyes fall on the hand in front of him, a grip around his wrist that was making him doubt of his own abilities. for how long was Isaac lying to himself, a cogitation of being someone strong and capable of revenge. he bitter feeling running done his throat wasn't alcohol, but blood, iron from the harsh bite onto his lower lip. Isaac desired to tell her the truth, confess how lost and regretful he has been throughout his whole life. how he issued he ran away at the age of ten when his father started to force him to do work, a child should never. that was the first sign, but he was debilitated, convincing himself it was a normal life to obey his father and accept how impuissant he was. the most hurtful memory was the one time his father chastised Isaac, not with words, not with belt, with a massive wooden bat, breaking one of Isaac's arms. with that, tears flowed, shaking on the spot in fear covering his ears trying to get those images off his mind.

his biggest enemy wasn't his father, or brother, was his own memories. raw, violent, real.

but something has changed, Isaac wasn't running away like he would in the past, he was there sitting, crying his heart out, but was there. a fragile Isaac he wished no one would seen, his limbs securely wrap around the female's torso, hiding his face in her shirt. he was crumbling right in front of this stranger, not caring anymore all these years Isaac shed no tear, only focusing on revenge, hiding in his dark corner with all cutouts from paper that involved his family, in hopes someday he would hurt his father the same way he hurt Isaac. everything was nothing but a facade, a fake reason to keep him breathing and having a reason to stay alive.

it's all... counterfeit, he had no reason to exist.

[] oh god it's so long i'm sorry

@『 ✧ 』isaac hwang。 sitting alone at the table, the demoiselle leans her chin into the palm of her hand and observes his sleeping figure, dead to the world. fleetingly, she worries that the excessive noise of the garden party will pull him from his slumber, and the last thing that the man needed at the moment was an interruption in his suspension of consciousness. whilst he sleeps, eyelids fluttering the slightest, indicative of a dream, vivian studies his expressions. his facial features. his mannerisms, and the past twenty-four hours. they had all rung a bell in her mind, though the origin she could not pinpoint.

then as she hears him call her name, mumbling it not in consciousness but in the momentary suspension of his dream, she sees it—a ten year old vivian. she had been forced yet again to accompany her parents to another party, her guardians parading her around as if the young girl could win political votes. her dress had been a pure, innocuous ivory white and her hair tied by pink ribbons into pigtails. somewhere, as the time touched midnight, the young girl had found herself finally able to escape the watchful eyes of adults. all she needed was five minutes away, that's all she was asking for; and how sad that is, that a bubbly nine year old with enough charm to impress a stone-faced businessman, could find herself so overwhelmed by compliments that they no longer sounded sweet. but twisted, demonic inversions of the angelic child she aimed to be. she needed time alone. and then there was him—isaac kim. another politician's son, one whom she hadn't known particularly well. but they were both political kids, and they shared the same pains. they sat in the silence, and then they found their connecting trait: they both shared a shrimp allergy. he was older than her, fourteen years old at the time, but even at that time young vivian hoped to grow up like him: calm, collected, and cool under the scrutinizing eyes of their parents' spotlight. he wasn't a childhood friend per se, no. just someone she knew, who would not judge her. then four years later, he abdicated, leaving the kim family. no one had heard of him since.

until now.

her eyes flicker to him as he wakes, and she feels that slight espousement that had been festering in her chest begin to blossom. he wasn't isaac hwang, or her jihoon, or anyone—he was the kims' missing son. the way he looks at her, she sees it now; it's the same gaze he had peered at her from with curious yet reserved fourteen year old eyes. how had she not known all this time? she can see in his eyes now that he is tired, he is struggling. even in the six years since she had last heard of him, he was still alone. she had cried for help that night, the ghosts of anxiety biting at her young self. he had heard her. now, she can return the favor. gently, she reaches out across the table and grabs his hand. a demure, fond smile slides across her lips. "hey." she's found him. "are you feeling better?"

@『 ✧ 』vivian jung。 a light snore could be heard, he fell asleep not deeply but enough for his brain to cease from thinking, drinking and torture himself more than usual. Isaac was lost inside his beauteous dream, opening the door of his apartment his eyes were greeted by the ravishing female "vivian..." he mumbled as he loitered with his fantasy, she was cooking his favorite dish, lasagna. a clear reflection of all repressed desires combined in one single dream, the food he can't cook, the person he can't hold onto to. so many fights and battles Isaac still needed to go through and unfortunately, Vivian was still unaware of his reality. her soft voice woke him up, haltingly parting his eyes open taking in a sudden headache once his senses were back to reality. Isaac bite his tongue hard, feeling a lot saner but bitter from the reality he needed to face. he can't have her around, she will only get hurt if she stays too close to him. his carcass indulged in abundance pain, not physical but emotional, tears were about to fall from his eyes. clenching his fist steadfastly, wanting it all to go away.

Isaac was skirmish the demons merging suddenly, his orbs met hers, no words left his tiers, no tears left his ocular. he wanted to scream but no sound could be heard, his cry for help was the most silent and inconsolable. the little strings of hope abandoned his body. the last twenty four hours were the most blessed but also the most cursed ones. everything he ever wanted but anything he will lose.

@『 ✧ 』isaac hwang。 [] tw: mentions of vomiting, but no actual vomit.

"mhm, i know you're hungry, i'll get you somethin'," she mumbles as he lays his head atop his forearms on the table, likely trying to fight off the urge to vomit or a rather hefty headache as a result of his excessive drinking. shrimp, she repeats in her head as she gives him a small, hesitant pat on the back before leaving him in his lonesome in search of food. she's not quite sure his taste preferences; at this point all she knows is that he likes lattes, macarons, and can't eat shrimp. like her. they share a common allergy—eating even the slightest bit of shrimp causes the young woman to break out in hives. why does that sound... familiar? like a wave of nostalgia washing over her.

eyebrows furrowed slightly, vivian maneuvers her way through the bustling crowd of people, stopping of course to say hi to the people she recognizes, ever friendly. she piles some food on a plate, careful to avoid any seafood at all, though she tries to limit herself in case he does indeed throw up. she's still pondering, her roseate brims pursed in contemplation as she begins to make her way back to him, plate in hand along with a glass of water—vivian had felt as though she knew isaac from the very beginning. a connection, a string of memories that tied them together. if only she hadn't spent so much of her adult life burying away those traumatic childhood memories.

when she returns, she places the plate gently down on the table, quietly glad to see he hadn't thrown up. "here," she says, ruffling his hair slightly so as to be comforting. "eat. unless you need me to feed you too," she chuckles.

@『 ✧ 』vivian jung。 a sneak comment was about to escape him but only survived inside his befuddled mind, earning him a sly smirk mixed with a chuckle to come out. obediently taking a seat, reclining back throwing his head back and forth to balance himself before holding the table next to him. "mcfood... I'm hungry...I want yummy..." the ramble continued making it burdensome to keep a conversation for more than two seconds with her. Isaac froze with his eyes closed for what felt like one hour, his head relocating words and emotions in place. "I'm allergic... shrimp...I can't... shrimp... big... rash" thankfully in the midst of drunkness and dizziness he was cunning enough to remember his allergies or it would be a disaster. Isaac remembered once at a political party of his father, unknowingly taking a bite of a shrimp pate on a small toast, heading him straight to the hospital for two full weeks.

he waited for her to come 'save' him from his misery, resting his head atop of his forearms trying his best to not vomit all the burning fluids he absorbed just a couple of minutes ago. Isaac dozed off into the dreamingland, his dream was vivid having this one person in it, causing him to smile widely and mumble this person's name. how he wished that dream becomes reality but how harsh he knows it will be impossible to achieve such dream.

@『 ✧ 』isaac hwang。 'add this to your list,' he says. what he gives her is beyond what she could have prepared herself for—while she must have thought he would have thrown out a plethora of slurred, drunken adjectives (surely his compliments would be more plentiful with his loose mouth), he does the complete opposite. the moment she recognizes his lips on hers, her eyes widen the slightest and the laugh on the tip of her lips disappears. she continues to stare at his red-cheeked visage in a moment of shock, before a fit of small chuckles becomes of her; so he was the cuddly, affectionate drunk. she would have to keep that in mind. looking up at him with stars in her eyes, she comments, "i thought the prince wasn't supposed to kiss the princess until the very end."

banter aside, he was still incredibly drunk (more than she had prepared for), and she had to take care of him as she had promised. she hums in contemplation, scanning the venue for a table or a chair for him to take a seat. "here," she says, leading him with small and gentle steps to a small porch table and its accompanying chairs. "you can't lie down bur sit here, i'll go get food for you. it's not a happy meal, but," her light scoff is adjoined with a small snort. "i'll be right back. any allergies i should know about?" she asks, as if he were still conscious enough to remember.

@『 ✧ 』vivian jung。 faintly starts grumbling to himself under his breath, Isaac wanted to be anywhere but that, all he needed right now was being in bed under the sheets and cuddling with his pillow. his head was spinning way too vigorously for him to be able to stand on his own, gripping onto the hem of her shirt contentiously to erect his spine for once. "disney princess... you... cute...he" a chortle withdrawals from his tiers, taking a conscientious look at her visage, memorizing every each feature and each smile. "my princess...add this to your list..." a whimsical grin spread across his face as his face gets recklessly close to hers, his drunken lips perking nonchalantly entrenching with her own pair in a tender peck. "muah" Isaac pulled away with a content satisfied chuckle.

"I'm hungry.. I need more happy meal" the back of his hand rubbed his nose as he snorted trying to gain some posture but clearly failing each time, only being able to clutch the shorter female. Isaac squinted hard trying to spot any sort of food, either on the tables or from the waiters, but his sight was troubled by all the ethanol in his cells, huffing in defeat giving up on walking as dizziness was too high almost making him pass out on the spot. "I can't... walk... should I just lie down here...? can I? I'm..."

@『 ✧ 』isaac hwang。 a bemused giggle leaves , light and joyful, as he rubs the bulbs of their noses together. rather than be shocked or taken aback by his forward action, she finds that she quite enjoys seeing this side of him—loose and playful, rather than quiet and aloof. even if this new isaac comes with the bonus of a slight alcohol stench hanging on his lips. "no, not two vivians. just me." and that's all he should need. that, and kina too, probably. "okay, okay, not cheating. i shouldn't have said it that way," she adds with an entertained grin blooming across her lips, like a spring flower. though she hasn't had a single sip of alcohol, a warmth blooms across her chest and she smiles up at him, until he reaches down to rest his chin upon her frame.

loosely, her arms come to wrap around the circumference of his waist as well, seeking purchase upon his figure as she allows him to use her as support for his drunken frame. "take you out of here? we just got here." a light chuckle is heard against his shoulder where she rests her head. "you told me to be your disney princess for the night but my prince is already drunk." she did, after all, promise to take care of him in such an inebriated state. no, she couldn't be there before and neither could he—but she's here now. "i'm nice, hm? should i add nice to the list?" pulling his face up from where it rests in her shoulder, her eyes flicker to the food table. "let's get some food and water in you."

@『 ✧ 』vivian jung。 Isaac's hands found such odd form in this 'vivian' not that he knows how the real vivian is shaped but this girl was clearly chubbier than vivian. still careless about his endeavors, the feeling of being snatched away by a new limb made his eyebrow raise in curiosity. "oh?" doe eyes meeting this new figure that looked extremely similar to vivian, he laughed loudly "oh... two vivians... nice!" turning his full attention to the new body pressed on his, the gaze fell on her shoes while she whispered into his ear. somehow her words made him conceptualize a far reality where he and vivian were actually dating and holding hands while strolling down the river. "cheating?" lifting his gaze back to the girl's dark but shinning orbs, he pointed his index back to himself "me? I'm not the cheating type... what are you saying?" his nose darted against hers, softly nuzzling in such outlandish way of endearment.

"take me out of here...I want you... but not here..." his words become random pleads as he detached from the other female to encircle both arms around the petite torso of the real vivian. resting his chin on her shoulder slowly closing his eyes as he started to feel a sense of peace, knowing that she's there to take care of him. "you're so nice, vivi...I wished you were always with me... even before..." his mind started to go back in time, picturing all the tedious and annoying dinners he had to be present and endure on his own, but that was long gone. she was here.

@『 ✦ 』kyle han。 though she had eaten dinner prior to arriving at the party, vivian continues to wander near the food table simply to observe the different entrees and snacks that the apartment complex had provided at this party; as to be expected from such a high-class building, the food was more than plentiful and of great quality. with her soda in hand, she an eyebrow as she catches sight of a familiar face stuffing some food into the tupperware. quickly does she flutter over to the table, an amused chuckle leaving her roseate tiers. "i thought we bought you groceries, what are you doing?" she teases.