#tightestrope

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❪    🤍 ❫ 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐉𝐀𝐄               ⸺ 𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 : inside apartment 2a at gyeogang street lofts               ⸺ 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒 : king of bets and queen of confusion               ⸺ 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 ( @tightestrope )

       THE LAUGHTER THAT HAD BOUNCED OFF THE WALLS DURING THE GAME HAD SLOWLY FADED . . . the apartment was a little quieter now, with some of the usual attendees of son hyunjae's infamous poker nights having filtered out due to having other obligations. haeun's acquaintance — using the term friend seemed a little strong — had done the same about an hour or so ago, having jumped ship the second she realized most of the guests were there to actually play the game as oppose to stand there and mingle. haeun hadn't been sure what to think about the situation, given the other had all but pressured her into attending. when the other woman had caught wind of haeun living in the same apartment building as hyunjae, she had been all too excited with the two of them going, but then one minute, she had been seen cracking open a soda to mix with whatever she'd brought along to drink, and the next she had been gone.

       haeun glanced down at her phone, where her texts to the other had gone unanswered. she didn't mind being by herself, as she often was someone who enjoyed being on her own, but she had been torn between retreating back to the comfort of her apartment and staying to see what the night was all about after realizing she had been abandoned — she really didn't know the first thing about card games, especially poker, but to just be here for only a few minutes after hyunjae had welcomed the two of them seemed terribly rude.

       "oh, uh—" haeun stutters a little when one of the last players stands up from the table, gesturing for her to come take his seat. she had mostly stuck to the wall for the last thirty minutes, idly watching the game between sips of her soda and doing her best to understand the rules. it seemed a little embarrassing to ask anyone what was going on, so she'd simply kept quite and watched from afar. she offers a polite, albeit sheepish smile in response, eyes flickering between the man on his way out and the host of the entire thing who had been sitting beside him. "that's okay, really, i'm not sure i'd be any good, so i'll just watch the next round."