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            There wasn’t much to do, Jiyoo had no idea how much humans had to rely on electricity. She could only thank God that she wasn’t born in an era before the light bulb was invented. The library was dimly lit and barely anyone was even there. She had to use a mini flashlight just to see the names on the spine of the books. Jiyoo made her way in and out of almost every isle. That was until she caught sight of something ...Or someone. She shined her flashlight into the corner catching a glimpse of another person who looked very much in distress, “Hey, you okay?”

     ∘⡊⚕ ˚⊹ christophe groans, the laptop shutting off before he even has time to save his document or to plug in the external battery. but as he looks through his backpack, he realizes that he left the battery home and he almost cries. “ it’s okay, you’ve got this. ” he mumbles to himself, even if he’s standing in the middle of the library, people around him. but really, when there’s a blackout going on, people barely care about the crazy dude in the corner, talking and crying in front of his laptop. he closes the computer and with a swift move, he slips it back into his backpack, taking his phone and looking over the mails and texts he has. he should go home, but he doesn’t really feel like spending the rest of the night looking around his apartment when he had nothing to do.

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bohq:

w a i t i n g  allowed a brief period of time for sobriety to flush through his bloodstream ( and a slight clarity to clear his head — though, FULL sobriety was still  H O U R S  from sight… looming with the hangover that was surely going to ache his skull… he’d regret all of this later, but, only for a matter of a hour or so, before actions repeated… the SAME state claiming him. it was a miracle that he’d not yet had his stomach pumped ( though, he couldn’t say that he HADN’T been the occupant of an hospital bed, at the hands of his own stupidity — clearly, the lesson had still to be learnt ). his body was tainted with a light ache, a burning sensation DANCING on flesh ( it was all too familiar and more satisfying than it should be —— it HURT, so, why did he love it all so much? ), as he remained GLUED to his position against the wall — only shifting when an  u n f a m i l i a r  body approached his own. and, he instantly, became defensive ( there was no telling who this person was to be ) and this was only a sensation that ignited when his name was spoken ——— who the fuck was this person? and how the fuck did they know his name? he  s t a g g e r e d  forward, drawing the distance between the two shorter, so that charcoal hues could EXAMINE —— determine whether the other was a threat… perhaps, they were too small to be deemed a threat ( but, bo knew better than to underestimate the strength of another ). “ depends who is asking, ” he retaliated, words sharp ( he was not prepared to trust so  e a s i l y  ), whilst his gaze remained FIXATED —— regardless of how much his body swayed.

         At night the air got colder, call her selfish, but she didn’t want to be standing out here for long. Picking up a stranger after one phone call was all warning signs of danger, so the weather clearly wasn’t at fault here. She shouldn’t have even given it a second thought and went to bed to forget about the man who’s voice sounded troubled.

         “Me, I’m asking.” She said with irritability present in her voice. She stood back and examined the taller one of the two. He looked like he had one hell of a night. With a sigh, she spoke up again, “You called me and gave me an address demanding that i come and get you. I’m here, now i think you should get in the car.” She said sternly.

Drunk Dial || BO &; JIYOO

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soapril:

            “ Of course !! I would totally do Ji Wook from Suspicious partner no question !! Bong Hee should step aside because he is mine “ she spoke and then took a sip of her drink and then almost bursted out laughing but held in so she wouldn’t spill her drink everywhere “ I can’t believe I just said that. why did you make me say that “

        Jiyoo couldn’t help but laugh when she seen the other struggling to keep from spitting her drink out. “Because you and I know it’s both true, that’s why.”

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bohq:

“ who is this? ” he repeated words, a  b i t t e r  taste BLEEDING as they fell, disgusted at the thought of being forgotten… or at the TEASING that was coming from who he  s t i l l  believed to be a friend, “ you know who it is. ” words fell as if the voice, that hummed through the other line, was asking STUPID questions… he thought it to be obvious, who it was —— alcohol having intoxicated his senses; sight now double, speech slurred and hearing faded ( perhaps, a consequence of the LOUD thuds of melodies, that had bled through speakers, over the course of the night ), meaning that he hadn’t IDENTIFIED that who he was talking to was, in fact, not a body he knew. he wasn’t even questioning it — head too clouded with the effects of GOD KNOWS what he’d taken.

                              after a moment, a mimicking hum of DEFEAT was declared,                       mumbles slipping from his lips, “ it’s bo… now come and get                                me, before i die of hypothermia, or some shit. ” 

and, without leaving time for a response, a fingertip  p r e s s e d  at he RED stamp on his device ( call ended ) and he placed the device ( one littered in cracks, from ALL the times it had endured similar hits to he —— there was no point in fixing it, unless it failed to work, however, having that they would only reappear the FOLLOWING day ) in his pocket… back slouching against the wall, as he waited ( trying to silence the craving for more — because, if he did, god knows where he would end up ).

        “Bo? She repeated, “I don’t know — hello?” What the hell? Two beeps indicated the call has ended. She closed her eyes for a moment and sighed, really wanting to just leave reality for a little while, but now she’s slipping her shoes on to go find someone who is wasted out of their mind. She repeated the address in her head, she was familiar with it. She drove past the place all the time, she wasn’t much of a drinker outside of her home, so she never found a use to go to places to get drunk. If only he had called right as she left work. 

       The night life was beautiful and it’s something she wished she could go out and be a part of, she watched as she drove past lovers hand in hand, groups of girls and guys on their way to and back from a night out partying. Jiyoo drove these streets many times, whether it was going somewhere or feeling a need to get away and clear her head. Even though it wasted gas, it wasn’t much of an issue.

       Turning into a parking lot that seems to have very few cars still parked, she didn’t even bother turning off her car before getting out to see if there was someone or anyone waiting for a ride. That’s when she seen a shadowed figure leaned against the brick wall of the seedy building. She made her way over to him slowly, 

                                                            “ Are you Bo?”

Drunk Dial || BO &; JIYOO

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whats the worst thing you've ever done?

“I’ve done a lot of bad things in my time. The worst would probably be giving a friend some of my anxiety pills for a night out… she had to go to the hospital to get her stomach pump and I never told anyone that i was the supplier.”

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Let’s open up

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ill reply to open starters soon, i have to run a photoshop that’ll let me make gifs. shannon has like no gif icons or any recent roleplayable ones

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bohq:

          changing plans was the  t r i g g e r  for the slip of bo’s sobriety —— though, could you blame the male? staring at blank canvases for walls ( only decorated with  s c r a p e s  from harsh fabrics and impacts from fallen bodies —— usually, bo’s ) was NOT a pastime to be labelled as enjoyable… if anything, it was merely one committed to turning on stir crazy  —— with wasted hours beings used up in CLUBS, rather than the painful silence that was initially offered, where a body was able to  m o v e  to rhythms. 

          it was THIS movement that had caused collision ( fluids dripping over a strangers fingertips — ones a lot smoother in appearance, in contrast to his own — before, a cooling sensation was to be felt against the fabric that clung to torso’s of both bodies. and, from the expression that had burned onto the features of the adjacent, it was not a forgivable action —— shame they had no clue who they was sorting this outside with. 

          confliction, in what played out with the exchange of physical contact, was SOON settled  —— considering the opponent was one that lacked in experience ( and they were both equally matched in intoxication )  — with the stain on his shirt being partnered with faint red splatters. it was the refusal, of being allowed back in, that encouraged the decision to return home —— a bed needed to be felt against bruised flesh — despite the night only being YOUNG. “ hello? ” words slurred down the line, his body RESTING against a wall ( to prevent sways ), believing he was talking with a FRIEND, “ yeah, i need a ride. ” an address was declared. “ and now. ” 

      Jiyoo took a moment to pull the phone away from her ear to look at the contact. The number wasn’t a saved one, and the person sounded as if they were shit faced. She wasn’t sure if it’d even be a good idea to pick up a guy in the middle of the night, let alone a drunk one. “Who is this? “ She asked sitting up from her current position.

     She would be lying if she said that nothing about the strangers voice made something in her flicker with sympathy. She was always a cautious girl, but in Seoul no one cared if you were begging and bleeding on the street, it’s the way the city life is. No one cares about the needy, they only care about when and where they need to be. You don’t look down, to the side, or even up. Just forward and keep the loose change you know you’ll never need in your pocket.

        And Jiyoo despised those people.

       “Just tell me who you are… I’ll be there soon.” She said in defeat.

Drunk Dial || BO &; JIYOO

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just set u[ my new computer u guys, i’ll get to replies once i move my fish to his new tank ^.^

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Drunk Dial || BO &; JIYOO

      Jiyoo kicked off her heels. Being a waitress and dealing with rude business men who don’t know how to say please and thank you is very exhausting. She had just gotten a raise and if it was for that, she would have gotten fired today. She collapsed on the couch, her living room was pitch black with the light of a few flashing sides outside coming through.

      With a sigh she closed her eyes and tried not to focus on the pain he was feeling in her feet. She had no idea why she had to where a skirt while delivering food, she hated the stares her and the other girls got from the men that came there for the service and the view. She just wanted to forget about the day.

     Just as she closed her eyes to drift off into sleep, her phone started to ring loudly. She thought about chucking her phone out the window, but it still hasn’t been paid off. With a frustrated sigh she answered, “Hello?”

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Lemme introduce myself. My name is kay, I’m 20 yo, it’s my birthday today so im light weight sad that my teenage years are over. :(

I’m gonna work on my page and bio and stuff, so come and plot with me, i will literally plot with anyone and everyone lol.