sim.jaeyun → macarons & motorcycles

6

→

He threw a towel over his shoulder, walking inside with me. He could have just told me where he was exactly located, cause I knew the layout of Heeseung's house anyways - but do you see me complaining over this right now?

He was the same guy who stared at me when I came over this morning, and although I've seen him numerous times before with Heeseung, I never have really paid much attention to him.

He led me upstairs, straight to Heeseung's room, opening the door and shutting behind me.

"Jaake, what's up!" Heeseung spun around on his chair, then looking at me, "Thanks Ji-eun, probably should've told you where I was."

I handed him the glass bottle with liquor, rolling my eyes and folding my arms.

"It's whatever." I grunt, glancing over at Jake who threw a t-shirt over his head, then proceeded to dry his hair with the towel.

Goddamn, where was this man all my life?

"You wanna stay? It'd be beneficial for you to actually experience a good party." Heeseung teased, knowing that I'm not much of a party girl.

I glared at him, not enjoying his little teasing comments.

"I'm fine, don't be too loud, and don't call me at some stupid time in the night to bring you something from my place." I put my hand on the door handle, about to leave.

"Thaaank you Ji-eun, you're the best." Heeseung cheesed as I just rolled my eyes, heading out of his room and out of the damn house.

I knew that I should not be hanging around his friends at all, and I had no intentions to do so, but that fine ass man, was currently stuck in my mind.

What was his name? Jake? Jesus.

Heeseung would probably decapitate me if I even tried to hit on his friends, that was a given, what makes you think I could even try when that guy doesn't even like me having male colleagues?

I shrugged it off, all it was, was the fact that I found his friend fine as hell, I had no plans on going any further with that. Besides, he was one of the guys with that reckless kind of lifestyle, something I distanced myself vastly away from.

We would never even click because we're just too different.

Well, with that eventful moment, I head back home, about to work on some more music to throw out to my few thousand fans.

When I say few thousand, I mean around sixty thousand, it was a lot to me, maybe not a lot to many others, but you know what, I enjoyed it and didn't mind how many fans I had.

My songs were always sweet, mellow and personally - pleasing to listen to. (tbh im imagining her w/ songs like dean has if you're wondering)

I spent a good hour or two just adding clips, recording sections of a song, listening and so on, up until the song was pretty much finished and ready to be uploaded.

I sat at my computer, the loud raucous outside was very distracting, but what could I do? It probably won't calm down until early tomorrow, which sucked - massively.

Without being said, being pretty much complete with my day, I head to my room, laying down, and trying to get some sleep through the booming noise just opposite me.

Infact, I did manage to fall asleep, but not for long until my phone rang me at an absolutely diabolical time. I groaned, grasping at my bedside table to try and see who it was.

I lift my head up, very tired, and the groan that left my lips when I saw it was Heeseung, calling me at seven thirty two in the morning.

Is this guy crazy? Did he not understand what I told him?

I picked up regardless, he was my brother, I was his only source of family - so, I shouldn't ignore him.

"Heeseung, do you want to die?" I groaned through the phone, my voice low and tired.

"Sorry Ji-eun, but do you have any of that hangover relief stuff at yours?" Heeseung, too, sounded extremely tired and judging by what he was asking of me, he probably had a massive headache from the amount of alcohol he had consumed.

"Wouldn't it be better if I just made hangover soup instead?" I asked him, sitting on my bed as I stared out of the window.

The house seemed pretty much empty now, majority of people must've left by now.

"Mm, yeah, please, but can you still bring some of the hangover stuff over, pleaase, and I'll come over later for the soup?" Heeseung's voice croaked, I know fine well he felt like ass right now, judging by his voice alone.

"God, fine." I rolled my eyes, hanging up right after.

This guy never failed to test my patience, huh. But regardless, I put my slippers on, heading down to the medicinal cabinet and pulled out some hangover packets. Were his friends still there? God knows, but regardless, I took a few with me.