#Waw I'm weak for Maram

[geaesaekki]

               @stillresolved sent :

He tries not to let it happen too often, but somehow, always, he ends up doing it once more. Drinking to forget. It creeps up on him, the regret and the bitterness of it all– was there even a point to any of what he did at all– no matter where he goes, but none so often as when he comes back to an empty apartment. Ga-ram hates being at home alone. Isn’t that why it was easier to be K? Judge Kang needed someone available 24/7, someone willing to be errand boy, middle man, and co-conspirator, all in one. Now he’s none of those things and well, there’s only so many things Ga-ram can do before he starts spiraling again.  Which he already has. He’s not sure when Mara decided to come around, not sure if they had plans for such either, but he recognizes her voice. His head spins as he stumbles to the door and then glares at her. “...What happened to asking before coming around?” ( still here with some sads....so here's maram :'3 )

Mara and Garam together, they drink, a lot. It always starts with beers, be it at the bar or at one of their places, with a chat and food, the beers lead to tequila and the tequila lead to watching dumb movies and fucking against a wall. It's fun. She likes those nights with him - however, they don't happen on a daily basis. Being creatures of solitude, they both need their own space, these nights of just being by themselves like a retreat, or at least, that's how it used to be. More and more, Mara finds herself knocking on his door without sending a text first. It's correlated to how her life has been spiraling into chaos these days, she has started to talk to him, to open up, slowly but surely. Garam... it's different, he listens, he listens a lot. Sometimes he doesn't speak yet it's the perfect form of comfort that Mara seeks in him, again, he listens to her like nobody else does. He worries too, by lecturing her and telling her she's going to be arrested yet all she hears is concern and it reassures her not to be completely alone anymore in her mistakes. All the space she starts occupying, it could have been space for him to talk to, but he does not. Perhaps, once or twice, yet it was brief, about the life he lived before about how it's not his life anymore. Mara is aware by whom's side Garam has been working for so many years and yet... he never quite described the hole it left in his life, truly, she has no idea. The door is wide open and the scene is so not expected. Drunk sure he is, but he usually waits for her to start the festivities. His first words are spoken, like a true drunk man - he attacks, which causes a slight frown above her eyes and a sarcastic scoff. Classic Garam though.

"Yeah yeah sorry papi, you don't get to kick me out or you're gonna die alone." Mara speaks walking inside, pushing him with her shoulder, and throwing her leather jacket to the side as it hits a chair and lands on it. "I bought some burgers from accross the street. Oh, and you look like shit." She says, flashing the paper bag that she sets down the first wooden surface she can find. Turning around, she's staring at him. No matter how she wants to keep on getting sassy like she always does, she doesn't like that sight og him in that state so much. Him telling her she should text first... what is it, was is drinking himself to death when she isn't around or something? Mara believes it's either harder or easier to have a conversation with him now. Harder as talking to a drunk can be a complicated task - but perhaps easier as in, maybe, now with all his walls down he would open up to her. Stepping to stand in front of him, one of her hand scoops his jawline, taking a long look at him, pensive. "Say you're freshly coming back from the club. Say you don't always drink alone like that." It's 8pm. She knows the answer already, Garam doesn't party. "Come on, talk to me."