Realistic or Modern cruelty「 closed IC 」

[pasta]

CRUELTY

Night culture is prevalent in any city; there are always strips of clubs, bars, restaurants, and shops along the streets. The red velvet lounges with their wealthy businessmen and the filaments of smoke from their cigarettes floating to the ceiling are often associated with organized crime. However, some illegal activity is hidden within the bright culture of nightlife.

On a specific strip in Seoul resides a small pawnshop, owned by an older man. Generally, people bustle in there to sell their flashy jewelry to buy more shots from neighboring bars, or someone drunkenly trying to find a ring to elope to someone they just met hours before (happens more than you think).

The basement of the store is rented out to a group of young adults who hang out, drink, and perhaps even do illegal substances down there. Their time in the basement is used to get away from the cruelty and realness of life. Some are childhood friends, and others became friends through mutuals, but all have one thing in common: crime, whether it be drug dealing or the art underworld; some even working with each other.

Life for the group is cold, dark, and sad. Somehow, someway they all got sucked into the inescapable world of illegal business. Some feel a thrill from it, others find it is the only way to make ends meet, and some use it as a way to act out. Regardless of their reasoning, they feel trapped or paranoid that they will be sought out by law enforcement. Their little basement chats are some of the few moments of light in their unfortunate paths.

*slice of life with a twist ????*

 

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Characters

MIN NAMGI

KANG YEJOON

RANG JU-AH

MOON JAE IN

CASSANDRA KOVACS

SONG NARI

IM GA-YOUNG

HWANG JIHOON

IM GYURI

LIM LI NA

DAE KANG

SHIRAI EMIKO

ANDREI KALASHNIKOV

 

[pasta]

THE BEGINNING

weather: heavy rain

time: 4:30pm

 

[pasta]

just the two of us, we can make it if we try

MIN NAMGI

Dark clouds like eraser smudges tumbled high above the city menacingly, cars wooshed by and rain pounded against civilian umbrellas. It was an ugly day and even uglier for Namgi, doped up and alone. Drugs were not as glorious and exciting as they seemed when a high went south.

The sheets of rain had already dampened his hair. Droplets fell from his locks with a rhythmic drip, and each one set him off with a cold wave of anxiety. Paranoid. It was the blow. Was everyone looking at him? His dilated pupils darted from person to person as he passed them on the glassy, wet sidewalk. Could they tell? Thin frame, dark circles -- maybe? He pulled his hoodie over his dark hair and shoved his hands into his pocket. He had a nightmarish feeling, like everything was closing in on him, and everyone was watching him like vultures. The rotten, wet smell of rain mixing with bodily heat and odors nauseated him.

He was not expecting such a horrible high. He told himself to wait. But before he could think twice, his face was coming off that white, bathroom sink with a harsh inhale and relieved sigh. Usually, his highs were energetic and bright; he would be confident and alert. His energy would match that of the nightlife, and he was able to enjoy himself.

Namgi had lolled around his apartment for the first 15 minutes, hoping to wait it out. However, he managed to convince himself that if he had stayed, the police would come, or he would die -- something tragic like that. So, in his ragged high, he made his way to the pawnshop. It was too early in the day, and the strip had not been revived by loud music, flashy lights, and the usual influx of people yet. It was quiet, calm, and the sidewalks were full of people trying to get a bite to eat. The rain lowered the number of bodies too substantially.

But, that only amplified his paranoia more. Fewer people meant less to blend in with.

His hands were clasped together inside his hoodie, becoming clammy and sticky. He went on an endless loop of unhooking his fingers because the sweat became intolerable, only to lace his fingers back together a few moments later. “They know you sold to teenagers yesterday. They know you helped steal back that art piece. They know, they know.”

The storefront blued into view; its familiar, antique look breathed a short breath of relief into Namgi. He made it, and he was just fine. The dark yellow-glow of the store's lights reminded him of days in his teenage years where he would stay with his grandparents. Days where his family actually cared enough to try and wean him off of toxic substances; it never worked, but it made him feel cared for and safe, something he hardly got as an adult.

The derelict pushed open the door and stepped in, greeted by a familiar warmth, and the chime of the bell. Namgi gave a glance to the register, not long enough to know who was working at the desk. Awkwardly, he stared at his feet while his brain repeated the same words again and again. Paranoia had a habit of dulling down his personality. If it was any other circumstance, he would have spoken blithely to those in the shop, extending his time upstairs to socialize. “Sir-ladies,” he slurred together in confusion, unsure who he was greeting. "Just going to head down, feeling a little tired," he lied tentatively with an uneasy smile as his eyes cut to the basement entryway.

Namgi ascended down the stairs into the drabby, chill cellar, flicking on the light switch on his way down. Dragging his arm across his eyes, he let out a deep sigh. Relief of making it there disbursed as soon as it came, and he was shortly crashing into oblivion in a dead tired state. He took a seat on the ratty futon and patted around for the TV remote. Fingers curled around the piece of plastic, and he turned on the TV and began surfing through the channels. Anxiety seeped its way through him like stain seeps its way into a piece of fabric, plaguing him for the last few minutes of the high.

A house made of cards, and us inside

 

[UniqueChance]

Lim Li Na

There were few things more depressing and day ruining than a torrential downpour. To list, such matters included, stern conversations, bad gifts, bad dates, and bad gifts given on bad dates. Unfortunately for some, that was precisely what the "high society" Lim Li Na had ended up spending her afternoon having to sit through. Perhaps such an event wouldn't have been so tedious had her date been more entertaining than the list of entrees provided during the afternoon set. Still, she wasn't ungrateful; no Li Na was happy to smile and laugh, and entertain conversation she had no interest in until the duo parted ways. Her greatest disappointment had come at the reveal of a small black box. The lettering was divine, still capitals in ornate silver. How she was spoilt! It didn't take long before she knew entirely what she was looking at. An adorable set of Solari Hoop earrings- in quartz!

The thought was there, one might argue. But there was a strong difference between earings in reconstituted turquoise and quartz found in a salt mine. Still, the woman smiled, graced her date with a quaint kiss on the check, before adding him to the list of people to slowly ghost. Whilst coming up with an excuse was going to be a problem, the more pressing issue was finding somewhere to ship off a fake pair of 1.3 million won earrings without getting into trouble herself. There were places of course but they were almost as depressing as the earrings themselves. Still she went.

Umbrella in hand, the woman set out along the city in the warmth of a taxi until it pulled up in the livilier part of the city; at night, of course. Right now, the vibrant life she adored was inside, studying, working, and sleeping the previous night off. With a heave of the umbrella, she ensured the wrap of her coat was free from the door and set out along the street. Her destination no further than half way down the street from her arrival, its quaint front giving off a sweeter reputation that it may have been known for. The establishment was still a worthwhile spot to try and convince its owners they'd likely be able to swindle the earrings for more than a few hundred thousand; not that she expected to get such. It was worth a shot.

She pushed the door open, listening to the jingle of the bell mixing with the store side music inside. Turning, Li Na shook off her umbrella - violently - and tucked it in the stand beside her. It was with a quick check of her reflection, adjustment of her hair and addition of a bright smile that the young woman turned to however was behind the counter that day. Quickly enough she presented the box with a grin.

"You'll love them." With excited, dedicated and a weirdly professional care, she quickly pulled the black box from its protective case and presented the earrings. "Made from sterling silver, the elemental shapes embody the simplicity of modern sophistication-" She quoted directly from the website she had hate read during her ride over. "Pavé diamonds, here." Li Na gestured delicately with her nail to the collection just above the rounded quartz. "They're probably as fake as the rest of it. Look, they're pretty convincing unless you're fully aware the collection didn't come in this colour.

"Lets say, ₩500,000? Full price they're over a million. It's a great deal." It was not a great deal, they were a decent pair of fakes however. "No lower than ₩300,000. They're not that expensive, besides, put these in the window and some they'll be in the ear of some school girl within the week. Tell her sweet father they were sold by a struggling actress before her big break. They're go well with her eyes." Li Na's voice shifted from her usual sweet into faintly bitter, at least until her rant ended. As usual it was punctuated with a smile, one she attempted to use to get her way.

 

[Shadow Alpha]

Moon Jae In

Location: Neon Lights
Interaction: Open


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Spoiler: Outfit

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The first drop of rain plopped itself on Jae-In's nose only to be flicked away with a huff of annoyance. The sudden sound of painful groaning drew her attention back to the issue at hand. Ahh surprised this piece of shit has the balls to make a sound. The man in question was heavily breathing in the fetal position as a weak attempt at cradling his battered body. He was littered with bruises of various colors, his nose was broken in an almost cartoonish way, and his right eye had swollen to the point that it would take a crowbar to pry that sucker open.

Jae-In's smile didn't falter at all as she dropped down into a squat and forced the man to look at her. She maintained a painful grip on his lower jaw, ''Listen Lee JongHyun, if I ever catch you stalking one of my girls again or being rough with them I promise I will do whatever is in my power to make your life more of a living hell than you think it already is. If you understand what I'm saying, grunt once.'' She received a whimper in response, pat his head as if he were a pet, and delivered a clean hit to his chin. The blow rattled his brain and he soon found himself passing out.

The drizzle had become a complete downpour that washed away most of the filthy blood that had gotten on her. Jae-In stood, admiring her work as she rejected the umbrella being offered to her by one of her men. She soon left them to take care of the clean up and headed for Neon Lights, she needed a drink after dealing with an idiot. Her right hand came up to remove the hair that clung to her forehead while stood at the entrance. Sure it was early and pretty much dead due to the lack of people, but there were a few people already gathered by the bar.

It wasn't long before she was escorted a private room in order to change into clothes that didn't look painted on. Jae-In kicked the door open and walked with a large grin her face straight towards the bar. Without any hesitation, Jae-In hopped onto the bar and cupped her hands around her mouth to carry her voice, ''We're gonna have a fun time tonight everybody, all shots on me for the next hour!''

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[narancia]

code by narancia

mood ✿ eager

location ✿ pawn shop

rang ju-ah

The dark grey skies continued to loom over Seoul and the downpour that followed was adamant on staying for a while. Raindrops pitter-pattered against the taxi car's windows while the buildings, roads, and people seemed to zoom past. Occasionally, the soft sound of water splashing could be heard whenever the car would happen upon a large puddle. If one was lucky enough to catch it, the water would spray some unsuspecting passerby. When it came down to it, that was just about the most lively event one could come across on such a dreary day like this one.

Contrast to the drab sidewalk and buildings was the bright orange taxi that made its way down the street. Its destination being the pawn shop. The driver remained silent while his eyes were glued to the road, and all was quiet apart from the faint sound of the radio. In the backseat diagonal to him sat Ju-ah, legs crossed and phone in hand. She had been staring out the window for much of the ride, bored out of her mind.

The night before, she had stolen a wrist watch from a particularly drunk office worker at the velvet lounge. As a matter of fact, it was rather easy to steal from customers and clients at the lounge. Many of the people that were there were wasted beyond belief and they were rich enough that losing an accessory or two shouldn't have mattered much to them. In any case, she kept it with her since then and planned on selling it at the pawn shop.

Finally, the taxi car was reaching its stop and Ju-Ah turned away from the window as she readied herself to leave. A simple, "thank you," escaped from her lips before she opened the door to her right; along with her umbrella. Stepping out of the vehicle, she lifted the umbrella over her head and closed the car door. Once she was inside the store, the taxi sped off.

A bell chimed behind her and she was greeted by the store's owner. "Hello," she responded politely with a bow followed by a shy smile. Although she had been coming to the pawn shop quite often, she always found that entering such an establishment could never be casual for her. She always came to sell something or go to the basement to relax. There was never a line drawn between her and the store owner with regards to his shop. The store felt more like a hang out space than anything. At least, that's what it seemed like considering she was allowed to go to the basement so freely.

She closed her umbrella and dropped it in the umbrella holder by the entrance before proceeding to the front counter. She made note of Li Na who happened to be in the middle of a conversation with the employee behind the counter. She must have been trying to sell something herself. However, that didn't come as much of a surprise to her, considering her reputation as being a gold digger.

Ju-ah side eyed her and gingerly placed the stolen watch on the counter. "How much do you think I could get for this?" she asked. The woman was never that great at haggling for prices. Of course she wanted the highest amount possible but she didn't like how time consuming it was. You'd keep having to negotiate and discuss a price point and to her it seemed pointless. She wasn't that well versed in the practice either so she decided not to test the waters. Admittedly, she knew that Li Na was much better at negotiating a high price, seeing as she was describing her item with such detail and know-all. At the very least she could give her credit for that. UniqueChance

 

[Jiyoon]

Song Nari

"Crap!" Nari muttered before shoving her head inside her hoodie. The first few droplets that dripped onto the crown of her head left her unphased thus, she didn't take them as a warning and let her client know the deal was still on. As she trekked through the muddled alleyway that, save for a few flickering lights that reflected off puddles which pooled around the bottom of the dumpster nearby, was completely dark. He was late, Nari kept her back against the damp wall, staying out of anyone's light of sight to rid of possible suspicion. She thumbed the small baggie, toying with the substance inside impatiently waiting for the man to arrive.

The pawnshop, although a decent job she was grateful to have, was simply not enough to afford the place she lived in. Nari doesn't mind admitting she has an expensive taste for a girl who sells gently used items all day but that's what living in a small shack with your grandparents does to you. Eventually, your dreams of living a better life get too big to just stay in your head, and they explode in the form of you escaping out of a window, catching the bus then getting off at the last stop cause you fell asleep.

A tall, lanky figure slinks through the narrow opening and makes eye contact with her. Without missing a beat, they both reach into their pockets and present their offering. As they inch closer, their arms gradually extend so they may make the exchange. Before they can seal the deal the blaring sound of sirens fills up the air, and by the volume, they were only minutes away. Nari remained calm but she could see her client's eyes dilate with tears lining his eyelashes. Like a child sneaking through the house who heard his parent's footsteps creek down the hall, he peeked around the wall. With his head, turning side to side, Nari yanked his arm to pull him back into the shadows. He looked young and judging by what he just did, probably new to the whole business.

With his jaw clenched, he recounted the money in his hand, hastily flicking through the bills before pushing a large portion of it down into the pocket of his jeans. Nari held her hand out and once the money was placed into her palm, she could already tell this wasn't the right amount. The sound got louder, almost deafening, but Nari stood still and firm, refusing to give up her precious product just because some cops were nearby. The man, more like a boy, began to shuffle in place and heave and deep sigh before trying to reach for the drugs. Nari snatched her hand back before slipping it back into her pocket. Eventually, the boy sprinkles the rest of what he owed and some.

Now satisfied, she flings the bag, not even the slightest bit concerned if he got caught it and blends into the late-night munchies crowd. With her head low, Nari scans the food stalls in search of one with an adequate crowd that gives her reassurance that the food is good but also so she doesn't have to wait too long. The smell of charcoal, gochujang, and fried dough filled her nose, almost putting her in a trance. As she walks, she noted how the people would split off from the crowd to go to the stall that sold tteokbokki. Her mouth watered at the sight of large pots bubbling with the red sauce the fish cakes is drowned in. Not long after, she forks a couple of won out her backpack and gets her self a small bowl. While snacking of the gummy treat she finds herself at two more stalls. One is a place for hotteok, filled to the brim with red bean paste, and the other a place to get lamb skewers.

Juggling three items was hard, and she could feel the sticks and parchment paper slide out her hand threatening to fall on the ground but Nari refused to let that happen, quickening her pace and widening her stride. Once inside the pawnshop, her eyes flickered around wondering where Mr. Kim could be. He was a kind and gentle soul until Nari did something he didn’t like, then it was easy for him to turn into a sour old man.

Now situated behind the counter she rested her feet on the display case and enjoyed her food. Within minutes later a boy walked into the store hardly passing a glance at her but still giving her a small muted greeting, and walked down into the abyss that was the basement. She recognized him but couldn't exactly pin down his name as there were so many who entered the shop just to head downstairs.

The chime rang again this time a woman clad in an expensive outfit approached her. Nari's wrist swiped across her mouth and with the other hand she pushed all the crumbled wrappers on the floor. In an attempt to save herself she stood tall and leaned over the counter before pulling out a magnifying glass. With the way that these earrings were described, Nari was almost sold.

“Cute set, definitely one of the better pieces we’ve had in the shop but", Nari trailed off. The woman's claims of a school being enamored by this piece of jewelry were true but Nari had a hard time believing this hypothetical school girl would be able to convince her father to buy them at a profitable price. After all, this was a shady pawnshop and not a place of prestige where they can justify high prices. "Shave 100,000 ₩ off that price and I’ll take it off your hands right now. It'll make the earring more...affordable", Nari said, flashing a shifty grin.

location: pawnshop | tag: UniqueChance

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[_gallifrog_]

CASSANDRA KOVACS

There were many advantages to living on a boat Cass had learned. They were virtually invisible to passersby who just dismissed it as another part of Seoul's scenery. They were more private and hygienic than the slums, not to mention more secure (people didn't tend to rob boats, knowing that the boat people never had much worth anything anyways). It was comfortable, warm and relatively cheap to buy if you were willing to do it up yourself. But the biggest disadvantage was the sheer noise of the rain as it bounced off the roof, the windows and the deck, it genuinely sounded like the boat was seconds away from being flooded and turned into an ark. And unlike in an apartment block or high rise offices, Cass couldn't simply move elsewhere to get away from the cacophonous sounds. Noise cancelling headphones didn't work not with a storm of this size and strength. Jamming a pillow over her face achieved nothing either.

Cass groaned, running a hand through her short hair, making it stand on end. There was no way she could sleep in this kind of weather, and no way she could work either. Scaling a high building in this kind of weather was just asking to be caught or worse, seriously injured. And a crippled cat-burglar was no use to anybody. Such a serious injury would spell an end to Cass' career. Her waitressing money would be just about enough to pay for the vitals like food, electricity and fuel, but they wouldn't give her the thrill she desired, the adrenaline rush that came with knowing that with free climbing there was no net, once slip and you were a goner. And if she did fall, there was every chance the police might dismiss her death as a suicide, just another twenty-something year old who made too many mistakes and couldn't take it anymore. Which was only partially true. Yes, Cass had made mistakes, but she had accepted them and (for the most part) was happy with her life.

Cass didn't have a shift at Mother's Favourite until tomorrow and the spoils of her latest job had been sold on already. So with nothing better to do, Cass decided to brave the rain and head to the Basement, where, not only would it be dry and warm, it wouldn't suffer from the echoing created by the relentless pounding of rain. it was counter intuitive to get wet and cold, in order to get dry, but Cass didn't have any better options, or other plans for that matter. She grabbed a black trench coat from the hook on the wall, along with a woollen beanie type hat and put them on, turning up the collars and lapels so that they covered the back of her neck and the side of her face and exited the boat, making sure to firmly lock up behind her.

Getting to the pawnshop couldn't have taken more than fifteen minutes, Cass kept her head down and her collars up, hoping the steep planes of her coat would case the water to run down the outside of her coat and not the inside. As she walked, she was just another faceless figure in a crowd, mistaken easily for a slender young man. At one point on her journey a speeding cab nearly drowned her in what could only be described as a mini tsunami of displaced water as it passed her by. Cass reacted like any native would, making a rude gesture and swearing loudly at the departing vehicle, before continuing with her journey, having no idea that the cab was also heading to the pawnshop. Upon reaching her destination, Cass pushed the door open, grateful to be out of the rain, shaking herself off slightly, eyeing up the people there. Nari she knew, having spent far too much time haggling with her, that girl knew her stuff. One of the other girl's she vaguely recognised from around, but the third, well she was something different entirely. She stank of, no, she exuded wealth and the earrings were worth a pretty penny. Presumably there was more where that came from. Mmmm, a thought for following up another day she decided, heading for the door to the basement, giving Nari the briefest nod of acknowledgement as she passed.

Once inside Cass pulled off the wet coat and hat (which by now was just sopping wool) and found herself a seat near the radiator, grabbing the TV remote and flicking idly through until she found a re-run of some old horror movie she didn't recognise.
Mentions: Nari ( Jiyoon ), Ju-Ah ( narancia ), Li Na ( UniqueChance )
Interactions: open

LIFE ON THE EDGE. LITERALLY

 

[love bug]

mood : sleepy
location : neon lights
❛ interaction ❜ Shadow Alpha

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✦ HWANG JIHOON ✦​

As a woman joined him and a few other patrons at the bar, Jihoon quirked an eyebrow at her boisterous exclamation. She looked familiar, yet he couldn't quite put a face to a name either. Regardless, he certainly wasn't going to argue with someone offering to pay for a few shots. Looking back at the girl and to the bartender, Jihoon smirked.

"I'll take a shot of vodka then," He decided, pausing for a moment before his smug grin reappeared, "...make that two shots of vodka," Jihoon continued on, meeting the woman's glance again.

Currently going on no sleep whatsoever, Jihoon knew he'd probably regret this later on. He should've been at his apartment, at least trying to take a nap, yet his mind wouldn't seem to shut off. So here he was, mingling at Neon Lights as a poor attempt at keeping busy.

Anything beat being with his family, which was the reason he was in this predicament in the first place. His insomnia always seemed to creep up on him when his brother was back in the picture.

Drinking at 4:30PM while half asleep wasn't ideal, no...but it made Jihoon feel like he had some sense of normalcy in his life amidst all the familial drama. Not that day drinking could be considered normal, but socializing over alcohol was at least.

When the bartender placed two shot glasses in front of him, Jihoon nudged one of them towards the woman who offered to pay, "you look so familiar," he pointed out, gripping his own shot and feeling over the smooth glass cup, "what's your name?"

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[MoxxyMoxx]

Kang Yejoon

Location: Streets to Neon Lights
Interacting: Shadow Alpha love bug​

Fucking rain. The ex-juvie kid wished he'd brought a thicker coat than this old black hoodie. As the tsunami came down on him and his faded vans, all he could do was stay put, hunched over and protect the belongings he had on him including the one thing keeping him in the back streets right now, thirty grams of cocaine. Well he says it's cocaine but who knows how much is actually straight cocaine and not rat poison or ground up plastic. The kid was selling for 300,000 won. That's not even counting all the other drug transactions he'd already made today. Some asshat in Gangnam was pressuring him for fifty grams for 400,000 won. He had to tell that bastard that there's no way he'd be selling fifty for that cheap of a price. There were regulars and god he did love those regulars. They knew what they wanted, when they wanted it, where they wanted to pick up and kept him informed of the details. They were the easiest. Now this next fucker, well, the brave man himself doesn't normally deal to an unknown number but the guy knew lots of other dealers that kept pushing him away and Kang Yejoon was curious. He wanted to know who his client was so he pushed up his blue mask and Aqua went to work.

The exchange went quite different to how he expected. Honestly, it was disappointing. The man was just a buff big guy who was getting drugs for his addict little brother. It was actually too easy and was a waste really but 300,000 won plus a bonus 20,000 for waiting in the rain was too easy to say no to. With a sigh, he wandered on. Yejoon was officially done for the day and could now focus on what he does best, blowing all his unneeded cash. He practically skipped down the streets. He was happy with a job well done.

Darting down to his regular joint, he avoided the speeding cars and the tidal waves that their tires created and focused on the destination. Neon Lights was a good club with good music and good company. He often drank with varying degrees of happiness. He'd celebrate and also cry here and it held a special place in his heart. Not to mention he got on well with the staff. He smiled despite his soaked clothing and walked through the doors of Neon Lights like he owned the place.

"Jihoon," he called upon witnessing the barman. "Gimme whatever you've got because I plan on getting smashed tonight." Yejoon approached the bar with a smile and removed his pullover hoodie with ease. As he got closer he also realised who was sat opposite his favourite barman. "Jae-in buddy, haven't seen you in a while! What're you havin'? I'll get you another!" He slapped down the 20,000 won bill he got as a thanks from mister super strong man and smiled. He loved being around good people.

 

[Shadow Alpha]

Moon Jae In

Location: Neon Lights
Interaction: MoxxyMoxx love bug


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Jae-In offered the man a cheery smile and two thumbs up as she plopped herself down on the barstool beside him. Being as short as she was, there was a slight gap between her feet and the floor which caused her to instinctively start kicking them. ''I can say the same for you. I do come here quite a lot in my free time so it's not surprising at all. Hell you've probably had to help restrain me on a few occasions.'' Jae-In snorted out a laugh as a few displaced memories flashed by of her extreme drunken stupors.

Jae-In had just opened her mouth to say her name when an extremely familiar voice that she could have picked out from a crowd interrupted her. The chair she was in twisted around quite fast as she took in the appearance of one of her good friends. ''Ahhhh shit, you're here kid! Welcome to the lovely day drinking party where it is never too early to let loose. How have you been JoonJoon?''

Jae-In turned to face the man who's name was apparently Jihoon and offered him a playful shrug, ''As you just heard from that giant kid right here, I'm Moon JaeIn. It's a pleasure to meet ya Jihoon and thanks for the drink. Hey bartender, can I get 3 shots for each of us over here, doesn't matter what it is as long as it's strong.'' She downed the shots she got from Jihoon and Yejoon as if they were water with no change in her expression. The slight warm sensation in her chest was proof that she really needed this after that messy interaction earlier.

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