yes im rooftop > i chainsmoked 17cig in 1h30m haha beat that 😎 > woozi lee & mmbrs dis iz 4 u > i have heneiken 2oo > how do u spell heynekin > haynikin > heneken > Beer 👌 > HEINEKEN >
< the fuck thats not good < not good at all < is ur hot psychopath there
no ☹☹ > hes taking so long smh > do i drop him now or >
< ure waiting for him ?! < is he ur crush or sumn
hehe > imagine hes taking so long bcz he has sum 🔪🔪 planned this is my time 😍 > if anyting happens ily mwah 💘💝💖💗💓💞💕❤🧡💛💚💙💜💟 > byebye 🐒👋 >
< dont dword yet im not ready <3
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i should just go.
chia had been holding a long intense debate with two of the voices in her head, the topic being 'to stay, or to not stay for youngho'. she convinced herself it was going to be quick and easy to brush off, just like every person's typical inner conflicts, but the fact that she's two cans of heineken without having a solid decision said otherwise.
then it hit her : what was she staying for anyway? and what good would she earn if she stayed?
with full knowledge that the answer to that was nothing, she put her music on pause, zipped her bag up and slung one strap on her shoulder.
but what a perfect time to realize she was there for nothing.
"you waited for me?"
her eyes widened upon hearing the perky voice she'd recognize anywhere. those two eyes of hers closed in frustration though, after realizing that there was a limited amount of lies to supply to his question.
(no, he did not have a knife. her fantasies were left by itself.)
despite it being the truth, something inside her yelled aadmitting she didn't exactly know why she waited for him wasn't believable.
"n-no. no, i didn't. i just lost track of time, i guess."
"you're a bad liar."
there came a sudden attitude shift, a common effect of the nicotine and alcohol she encounters when she's had too much. it looked as if she was ready to explode any minute basing on her expression, the aggresive yet inaudible remarks under her breath in another language, which he assumed was japanese, adding to the current look.
"you're so full of yourself. jesus." chia sneered, arms crossed.
he only chuckled, waving goodbye as she turned away. "i hope you wait for me tomorrow too! i'll make sure not to take that long."
with hands in his pockets, youngho watched as she drunkenly walked towards the door to go home, her hand depending on the walls of varying heights for assistance.
despite his worry while witnessing her zombie-like physical state, he didn't anymore care to offer help, knowing she'd just get mentally worked up more. he came to that assumption from the simple way she's always looked (and often sounded) mad whenever he was near. he also acknowledged the possiblity of him just assuming stuff, but it's best to be safe from the negatives of his theories.
