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Coffee. The warm caffeinated liquid that Seulgi loves to drink every morning. Nutty and aromatic that makes her senses tingle everytime she takes a whiff and a sip of it, which makes her alive and alert for a short amount of time. The one that saves her from fallinh asleep while finishing her plates and projects.

Coffee...

Isn't that what Irene asked for?

"Do you want to grab a coffee with me?" were her exact words, wasn't it?

Seulgi wasn't hallucinating nor hearing things when she agreed after that weird encounter in the cemetery, right?

Coffee... how divine it would taste while she swirl it inside her mouth, her taste buds relishing the flavor and warmth after getting drenched in the rain.

She held in a sigh because instead of that heavenly drink, Seulgi was nursing a glass of something pungent and strong. Too strong for her weak self and body.

But she couldn't speak what was on her mind while staring at the girl infront of her. The retort and sarcasm were stuck in her throat while playing with the cold glass in her hand.

She looked around and nothing changed much. Instead of the usual classical music that's played inside a café, a loud bass was resonating inside, enough to drown away her thoughts. Instead of warm lights and soft shadows, strobe lights dancing infront of her eyes were enough to blind her.

Seulgi forgot this wasn't her scene but she didn't want to leave- no, she couldn't leave.

With her face resting in her upturned palm, Seulgi watched silently as her companion drown one drink after the other. A loud hiss and groan escapes her lips after every shot of the burning liquid while travelling down her throat.

But Seulgi didn't stop her. Seulgi had no right in whatever the older was doing and she knew that Irene might've needed something after seeing her in the cemetery looking so somber and alone.

The gold liquid sloshed around Seulgi's glass, letting some of it spill in its tip but she paid it no mind. Her eyes and attention were solely focused on Irene- in her expressions and her demeanor.

Probably sensing the look that she was receiving ever since they got inside the familiar bar, Irene took a pause in pouring another shot and glanced at the silent girl infront of her then resumed filling her glass.

"You don't like it?"

"What?"

"You haven't taken a sip,"

As if on impulse, Seulgi took a huge gulp. The golden liquid immediately burned its way down her throat and she coughed and coughed.

Fuuuuuck. That's nasty!

She was still grimacing at the foul taste when she heard a cough from Irene. When she looked up, she saw that Irene was refraining so hard not to laugh at her poor state. But after seeing her scrunched face, Irene let out a hearty laugh.

The loud bass was forgotten. The jeering drunk crowd in their background was forgotten as she was transfixed at the sight and sound infront of her.

When Irene's laugh died down and only a fit of giggles escaped her lips, Irene finally turned to her and offered her a wad of tissue, "You don't really drink much, do you?"

Seulgi reached for it and wiped down the remnants of the devil's drink, slightly nodding her head. Glaring at the glass, she muttered a few incoherent curses about who invented that drink and why it should be banned in existence, earning another laugh from Irene.

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