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@⁰⁴ jennie k. it wasn't hard to tell how much she must've drank tonight despite the look of her intoxicated self when she gazed into his eyes, and not to mention, the strong scent of alcohol lingering around her body. upon hearing her question, his intention of picking her up was to only drop her off and help her to her room, then leave immediately. yet, the longer he stared into her pleading eyes, the memories of their past flashed before his eyes until finding himself giving in as he replied, "okay." pulling away from her, he shuts the door and walks over to the driver's side of the car to start the engine. "if you need to throw up, let me know so i can pull over, okay?" he adds on while placing his hand onto hers with fingers laced together.

@⁰⁴ seokwoo k. she's not in her right mindset, and perhaps she never would be when it came to him, the man who taught her love for the first time—how it could feel like butterflies and perfection one second and then searing pain the next. but all she knows now, nearly four years later, is that she wouldn't change a thing if this is how safe she would feel in his arms. huddling close to him as though she doesn't want to let him go, she reluctantly lets go of him when he places her into the passenger seat of his car that she used to sit in so long ago. she's gonna regret this in the morning, especially when she wakes up next to him like she always does and her hangover gives her a splitting headache like a , but she turns over to look at him and mumbles, "will you stay with me? all night?"

@⁰⁴ jennie k. the look on her face when she sits up from the stool only reminds him of the times he'd make her cry, and nights he'd come over to comfort her in his arms. however, his thoughts only places more weight onto his shoulders when he realizes his current situation he put himself through ,while also (now) taking his friend's messages into consideration. although it wasn't a good idea to appear in front of jennie again, the thought of another male trying to help her while under the influence irritated him, and would only make him go mad wild. moreover, his boiling jealousy would not only be the reason why he'd go crazy, but despite of the amount of mixed feelings he still had for her and how much he cared for her, especially when she wasn't in the correct state of mind. while holding her in his arms, he doesn't hesitate to carry her immediately and headed for the door, but along their trip to his car, his phone slips from his pockets and falls to the floor. "we're going home, okay?" he helps her in the passenger seat and tucks his sweater around her, making sure she was comfortable enough during the ride.

@⁰² mingyu k. wondering eyes spot the familiar stature amongst the sea of people, the sight of him clad in simplicity yet managing to look better than most of the men she'd seen tonight bringing forth a smile to curl along glossed lips. a smile that was intentionally hidden behind the rim of her cocktail, taking a sip out of liquid courage to calm the thrilling heart beats. her attraction towards him was blatantly obvious (at least to her) but it wasn't something she'd allow to show. not when it'd cause jinsoul to give up this second life of hers if word got out. and in a sense, she'd hate to see him suffer under the wrath of her extremely complicated mother, knowing fully well how disproving she was of anyone not in their "level." whatever the that meant. instead, she stuck to her usual, confusing yet indirect mannerisms of flirting, upper body leaning forward to close the distance between the two despite the tabletop in place. "well, well, well. aren't you looking — " handsome. "cute, tonight?" she pushes her emptied glass to the side, propping an arm atop the table to rest her cheek against. the coy grin that lingers upon her visage accompanies the playful movement of her free hand as it slides across the surface, palm faced up in a silent offer for his own hand to be placed into. "drinks are on me tonight since you agreed to come."

@⁰⁴ jinsoul j. mingyu must have changed in and out of his clothes at least five times before deciding on a pair of distressed jeans, simple white tee tucked into them. a baseball cap adorns his head and the chain around his neck rests along his collarbones, glinting under the lights of the street lamps. it's with sorrow that he leaves anthony — his board — behind with a pat to the surface of it, opting for a cab that has him at the destination in just under ten minutes. he paces past the line at the entrance, ignoring the looks he's been given to tilt his chin at the bouncer in a meaningful greeting before he slips a bag of weed into the palm of his hand disguised as a quick handshake right as he slips past the man into the club. it doesn't take him long to find his companion, her familiar figure gracefully seated in what they would call "their corner". he would deny it, but the sheer will he had to use to compel himself to stride over instead of taking his time to gawk at her form was magnanimous. he slips his phone out, furiously typing out a tweet right before he closes in. "hey," he casually utters, loud enough to cut through the loud music before he settles himself in the seat across from her.

@⁰⁴ seokwoo k. the music is no longer heard in her ears. the only thing jennie feels right now is the alcohol running through her veins and the overwhelming hollowness of her chest as she awaits the arrival of her ex. on nights like this, when she felt inevitably empty like nothing would ever fill her up again, he made her feel whole. the alcohol is the only thing that allows her to let down her pride enough to let him in, though. the worst part was how despite all the reasons she knew they should never be together, she would have the most peaceful sleep on those nights. "woo...." she mumbles, rubbing her eyes when she looks up to gaze at him. immediately her arms open up as she rises to her feet and throw themselves around his waist. voice slurred, she holds him close and says, "mmm... missed you s'much."

@⁰⁴ jennie k. noticing his screen lighting up from his phone, he viewed the text messages from jinsoul quickly with an image of his drunk ex-girlfriend nearby, and scanned through the room to search for the area she might've been. as he moved through the crowd, excusing himself from group to group and struggling to get through, finally he arrived at the very end of the bar before turning on his phone again to make a comparison of where he stood, and the location of the image. that is until he finally spotted her head resting in her arms on the counter of the bar, and made his way in her direction with his coat ready to cover her petite frame from all the stares they received. "i'm here jennie." he murmured in a gentle, soft-spoken tone and placed his hands on her shoulders to reassure he was there. "let's go."

@⁰⁴ seokwoo k. she's ed up, and she knows. after the fiasco of her love life with seokwoo had reached its boiling point last semester, jennie had dedicated the entire summer to getting over him: no more drunk texts, no more late night urges to call him or even to make the drive to his place without warning. it was toxic, and she knew it herself—but god, it was /him/. it's her fault again—she knows. it rings repeatedly through her head, a resonant tintinnabulation that overpowers even the booming music in her ears as the young woman buries her head in her arms on the bar counter. eyes droopy and phone in her hand, she ignores the advancements of strangers as she closes her eyes, waiting for him... for her ex. raising her head, which is beginning to feel about as heavy as the burden of this broken relationship, jennie sends a text:

【 message to: wooooooo :heart: :green heart: :sparkles: :ring: 】
— where areu

@⁰⁴ jennie k. "we would've been together for four years."

receiving drunk calls or texts wasn't out of the norms between the two, as it had always been a thing whenever they missed each other. however this time, it seemed to bother him especially when he had thought she'd finally moved on from him after a couple of months of not communicating, nor visiting one another. as he set his phone onto the holder of his car with her location shining on his screen, it was no surprise to seokwoo when the maps landed onto a club nearby, the one they used to go to when they were together as a happy couple. and so, he took off, passing through every light to get to his destination but upon receiving a text from his childhood friend, jinsoul, he stopped briefly at a red light to text her quickly. yet, when she stops replying, he clicked his tongue in annoyance and waits until the hues of the light flashes green before his eyes. finally, as he arrived to the lot of the club, he moves quickly to search for jennie but faces a sea of people in the building instead.

@⁰² mingyu k. the smell of cigarettes and musky perfume permeated the air, her lone entrance going by unnoticed for the most part save for a few prying eyes just looking for a stranger to bring home for the night. jinsoul's running her hand through her sleek black hair, enjoying the softness of natural curls over the fake strands she had to keep tame throughout the entire morning. clad in a simple two-piece cami top and miniskirt, with her usual leather jacket to provide /some/ form of modesty and warmth, she strides to their table situated by the corner — hidden just enough for privacy, but close enough to the bustling dance floor if she'd randomly decide to dance later tonight. settling into the seat, jinsoul fishes out her phone to snap a picture, nimble fingers typing a passively impatient text to her accompaniment. it's not that she felt uncomfortable being alone. simply, she was quite excited to see him. the subtle glances and secretive smiles exchanged throughout the weeks between the two of them weren't enough — but it's definitely not something she'd admit out loud.

@⁰⁴ jennie k. one would expect with the years of drinking experience he had, that jaemin's alcohol tolerance would be quite high, but nope. with every game the hockey team won, it was always tradition for the boys to go to either a bar or club and pretty much drink until they no longer could, and of course their first victorious game tradition was no different. having scored the winning goal in a gritty game against their rival team, jaemin was being treated shot after shot, beer after beer. he was drunk, but there had been nights where it had been worse. luckily, tonight, a group of girls that had joined the team's booths had kept most of the guys busy, which had given jaemin just enough willpower and time to escape, to ditch his teammates and walk unsteadily towards the exit of the club. he was getting by, making his way through people and objects, until he caused an accident; bumping into someone whom had sharply emerged from the corner, spilling his opened bottle of beer all over them. he hadn't even realized he had still been holding the beer, only after the fact—/after/, it was all over the front of a girl's top.

"i'm so sorry!" jaemin loudly exclaims, mouth agape at what he has done. he frantically sets the beer bottle aside at a nearby table, and continues to apologize. "i'm so sorry, i didn't mean to, i swear-" having lost his ability to think rationally in his intoxicated state, he puts his hands out towards the girl's chest in attempts to clean up, but stops himself just in time. a /very/ close call. "i-i'm not that type of guy!" he practically yells, wanting to kick himself for his instinctive reaction. "i'm so sorry, please don't call security! i'm so sorry!" he pleads desperately, raising his hands in mercy.