You're drunk. Jiyeon saves you.
“You’re pathetic, you know that?”
Her first few words take you by surprise, but you’re unfazed. She’s not wrong, you are pathetic.
You chuckle slightly. “Wow, straight to the point, huh.”
“Shut up. It’s that time again, isn’t it?”
“What time?”
You heard her loud sigh. “You’re drunk, aren’t you?”
“I…” You stop for a while, reorganizing your words. “I just need to hear your voice.”
“Get to the point. What do you want?”
You can hear the faint music playing in the background. She could’ve ignored your call, and yet she still picks up. Maybe amidst her cold words, there’s still some space left inside of her heart for you.
“Can I come over?”
A few seconds of silence, but it’s deafening to your ears. Regret slowly creeps into your soul, before the voice comes back, softer this time.
“Door’s unlocked. You got five minutes.”
Though as pathetic as you may seem—drunkenly stumbling to get inside of Jiyeon’s apartment—a sense of relief washes over you in an instant, and you ask for nothing more.
Decision-making is not your strongest ability. Numerous times you have found yourself not being able to grasp the concept of reality in your actions, and you yourself don’t know the exact cause. It’s been this way since you first deluged yourself in that devilish liquid, tantalizing at best for its flavor, yet drives you to your worst, with each experience making you fall deeper and deeper into madness.
Luckily, unlike others, you have a lifeline.
Jiyeon sighs as she looks at your lifeless movements in the doorway, trying your best to enter the living room. “You look like shit.”
“I know,” you simply reply before crashing into the couch. “My head fucking hurts.”
Jiyeon throws you a shade before leaving to the kitchen, “Isn’t that a normal thing for you?”
Silence filled the air as the last few words left from Jiyeon’s mouth. You’re dumbfounded, though you couldn’t agree more with the points she made. It’s not like it’s the first time she has flamed you like this—it’s the opposite actually. Somehow this time, it finally breaks through your intoxicated self, instead of you just brushing it off as an oopsie.
“Yeah, you’re right. Can’t even get my own shit together.”
She lets out a soft laugh. “Your eyes are finally open now?”
“It’s been open for a while. It’s just— fuuuuck.” That sharp stinging pain in your head strikes again. “Ugh. I tried Jiyeon, I really tried.”
She comes back to you with a glass of water in her hand. “You’re not trying hard enough. Whatever you’re doing, it’s not working. Drink.”
You witness her going back to the kitchen after placing the glass in front of you. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t wanna quit.”
Your nonchalant remark earns a faint blush on the girl’s cheeks, but she immediately throws it away. “Pabo! It’s not like I’m your mom or anything.” She’s lucky you didn’t notice it. Not that you can anyway.
As you lay your head on one of the pillows on the sofa, Jiyeon begins to prepare the soup to cure your hangover. She’s not the best cook, but she knows that you’ll eat anything in this state, as long as it’s warm. It didn’t take very long for the house to smell heavenly all around, even though she’s just throwing anything in the pot that will fill you up.
“You really don’t have to,” you say as you realize what she’s doing.
“I know,” she simply answers. “I just wanna get this shit done with.”
You softly smile. “Thanks.”
She continues on with her cooking, tasting and adjusting the broth multiple times so it’s suited to your taste. You eye her every action from time to time, and it hints at her willingness to treat you, even if the words that left her lips say the opposite. That’s how your relationship has been with Ji Suhyeon over the past few years. She’s one hell of a character to bear with, but she’s always there for you whenever you’re at your lowest.
Vice versa? Nope, it’s always her that takes care of you.
After a few more minutes of tinkering, Jiyeon brings the finished dish—an aromatic soup filled with leftover meat and veggies—over to the living room’s table. “Hey, get up. Your food’s ready.” No response—your head’s still a big mess. She then proceeds to shake you by the arm. “Yah! Wake up!”
You got up almost immediately. “Fuck, sorry.”
“Damn, what got you so fucked up?” Jiyeon asks as she settles herself to the couch beside you.
You pick up the spoon and start eating. “Like usual.”
“Oh, really? Then why’d you show up? If it’s just another one of your normal nights, you can just sleep outside.” Jiyeon scoffs.
“Fuck, this is so good.” You take a spoonful of the soup and point it to her. “Here.”
Slightly taken aback, she snaps. “It’s your food, just eat it.”
“But I insist.”
“And I don’t wanna.”
“Oh, come on. Just one bite.”
She clicks her tongue, feeling rather annoyed at this side of you. “Fucking—” At this point, she’s pretty much done with your bullshit. “You better tell me what happened.”
As soon as you nod your head, she leans forward and takes the food into her mouth. “I thought you would just grab the spoon off my hands.”
It’s a second hit on what’s inside her heart—her ears are now red from the embarrassment. By remembering that this is not the real you, she’s still able to keep her true feelings under control, kicking your feet as a way to let it go. “Pabo! Hurry up and tell me what happened!”
“Ugh, fine.” You rub your temple, trying your best to remember the events that happened beforehand. “I was stressed out. Felt like shit. Then my workmates just brought me to the club again.”
“Ironically, you still feel like shit,” she chuckles.
“That’s what I said to them before.” You continue, “But they were my seniors, so I can’t really dip out. Can’t even remember some of their names. But then suddenly, everything felt like a doozy. Like—someone just injected me with dopamine. I-” You pause for a while, hesitant to say the next few lines. “I got high. So high, until I can’t feel myself anymore.”
Jiyeon immediately connects the lines. “So once it wears off, you can’t control yourself, feel lonely, and you proceed to disturb me in the middle of the night.”
“You could just not pick up the call,” you point out. “I don’t mind.”
“Yeah, and expect you to be just fine? No thanks.” Jiyeon shakes her head, and inhales a sharp breath. “Aren’t you sick of this already?”
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