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@eunwoo ⌜ ? ʜᴏᴜʀs ᴇᴀʀʟɪᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴀʏ。┊ғʟᴀsʜʙᴀᴄᴋ┊⌟

“Rosie no way you’re celebrating the ending of a very successful and hard working first semester all cooped up in your room!”

Hana spoke up into her phone, her friend was often way too enthusiastic and it showed in the tone of her voice as it felt she was practically beaming. Chaeyoung sighed. Her friend was right. Moving to Seoul alone had been no easy feat in itself, and quickly trying to learn a language that was still somewhat foreign to her, plus the plethora of documents she had to sign for her scholarship and dorm, plus classes and exams itself, to say her very first semester as a literature major was overwhelmingly exhausting was in itself a giant understatement.

“Please, please please! Just come with me, for a few hours. We’ll listen to some awesome jams, have a few drinks, play a few games, socialize hey— maybe meet a few cute senior boy-“

“Hana!” Chaeyoung reprimanded. And she only heard the giggles of her friend through the line.

“Alright, sorry haha but still what’s the worst that can happen? The music ends up ? Please, come on, you are a whoppin’ 21 year old girl and you have NEVER been to a university house party before? No way, we need to change that. Tonight. Please come…even you deserve a night off and to just let yourself go. We’ll be there a few hours only. Promise! And, I’ll buy us lunch tomorrow, deal?”

Perhaps Hana was right. All her life she had solely dedicated to her academics and her work and school resume. She had made her parents so proud, and although she felt humbled, she was pretty darn proud of herself too! She needed this. Just an hour or two. What was the worst that could happen?

“Alright. Alright, you win, do you think you can pick me up then? I’ll be ready freddy by 9PM!”

She could have sworn Hana’s squeals were probably heard by all the dogs in the neighborhood…but her friend agreed and after sending her a thousand air kisses hung up the phone.

“It’s just a party…should be fun…I hope?”

⌜ ! ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ ! : ɪᴍᴘʟɪᴇᴅ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ sᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴀssᴀᴜʟᴛ。⌟

So maybe her expectations had fallen. Maybe it was the loud music that made her feel a little numb, or perhaps it was the faint scent of alcohol as she attempted to sway her way among the crowd on the dance floor towards a secluded and…well safer spot.

Hana could hold her alcohol much better, but then again she was also a very extroverted gal that just drew others to her with her bright and social personality. She was used to the party scene, Chaeyoung on the other hand, not so much.

She opted for just a bottled water, and did not dare to indulge in alcohol. She never fancied it anyway so there was no point in getting drunk to only have a splitting headache the next morning and stay most of the day curled up by the toilet and vomiting her guts out.

A few guys had tried to flirt with her, but with her oblivious self and really, a lack in the department of flirting and relationships 101 (sorry, enrollment was closed off for that semester!) she struck up a conversation that bored them instead and so she had managed to successfully and completely unintentional ward off any creeps!

Her phone buzzed with a text from Hana, something about ditching the party to go on a ride with a few more friends, but Chaeyoung politely declined, texting her friend to just have fun and be safe and that she would call a cab and head back to the dorm.

And that was her plan, so as she tried to make her way out of the bedroom she was trying to hide away in, a stranger stopped her in her tracks and she felt a wandering hand pull her waist to his.

Before she could speak and shoo him away, she heard this young man call out a name. It was not her name, that much was obvious. Another painfully obvious observation she made was that he was…probably heavily inebriated,

‘Emily.’ Was the name he had whispered, and of course this young man was intoxicated it just added to his state of confusion. Chaeyoung did not wish to cause a scene or hurt let alone agitate someone in such a state so she gently pushed him away but to no avail.

“S-sorry, I think you have me confused for someone else. My name is no-“ but when he would not budge and his hold on her became tighter her heart started racing. Why wasn’t he letting her go?

She tried again, but Chaeyoung was petite in size and strength compared to him. What happened next was something she would dare not whisper a word about for the rest of her life.

She could not, no, she did not want to recall the traumatic event. Her struggling to escape, her voice leaving her, her soul had left her too.

‘I am not here. I am NOT here…this…this isn’t happening. God, someone, anyone…please stop it. Stop this.’

The very little bit of mascara she had bothered to put on was now running, staining porcelain cheeks with her tears. She refused to acknowledge anything that was happening, she refused to acknowledge that this was happening to her, despite her pleas. Hands trembling and weak hit his chest and dug into his back and at one point they grew tired and only fell at her side, gripping the bed sheets as if she held onto them for dear life.

All she recalled was waking up alone just a few hours later, cold, and her undergarments scattered on this unknown bedroom floor, so she dressed herself, called a cab and spent the rest of the night and early morning crying and attempting to wash away all the hurt, his scent on her, the unwanted hands, the kisses she could still feel lingering on her body, and the whispers she had tuned out from, and she cried and yelled and cursed the heavens until her voice became hoarse……

The two weeks they had been given off before a new semester begun she spent cooped up in her room, she was not worthy to welcome and bask in the warm rays of sun, she felt…so unlike herself. She was not herself, she barely recognized the girl in the mirror with the silver-rose hair and the eyes that once held so much love and wonder and warmth were now hollow….

But Chaeyoung knew that she would have to live with herself somehow, someway for the rest of her life with this, and truthfully who could she tell? How…could she tell? The only choice she had now was…to learn and cope on her own. The same as always. And the semester was to begin in three days….

⌜ ᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ ᴅᴀʏ。⌟

Loose denim jeans, a white blouse and a complementary pastel pink cardigan and white sneakers adorned her figure in the start of the spring semester. She had arrived a little earlier to the main building where most of her classes were held, but she was here because she had to submit her official application for a new club volunteer club that had just been launched and was in desperate need of members. Since her academic advisor had sent out an email to recruit those who would be interested to donate their time to a good cause (plus connections and the accolades on a resume) Chaeyoung decided it would be best to keep her mind occupied at all times if she could.

“203U, this must be it. Hello?” She knocked once before gently opening the door, a head of blossoming pink popping in from behind it.

@rosé heavy steps lead eunwoo into a secluded room. his forehead was beaded with sweat as he tread through the crowd of drunk people gyrating to music. usually, he was one to hold his liquor and to not succumb to being under the veil of drunkenness. the rampant alcoholism he held was unknown to the student body. that was until he took on the decision of indulging one too many drinks during a hangout with his fellow classmates. but he had enough of sobriety, and the copious amount of assignments and tedious club meetings occupying his mind. cosplaying as a goody two shoes was no fun for him at all. it was about time for him to lose control.

after having one too many drinks, he clung to the nearest counter as if he was holding onto it for dear life. people were reduced to amorphous shapes, traveling in the speed of light. the burn of alcohol lingered in his throat, continuing to reside in the roof of his mouth. he began to lose his stream of consciousness. yet somehow, someone who eerily resembled his ex girlfriend. his eyebrows furrowed deeply, regarding the blurry presence with disbelief. he thought he would never see her again. whether it was due to his mind clouded with nostalgia, or his inebriated state, he couldn’t help but see her. And only her. but without any hesitance, he pulled her towards him by her waist, her body melding against his own in a tight embrace.

“emily.” the lingering scent of alcohol was prominent in his breath, as he proceeded to whisper in her ear. “you finally came back. i missed you so much- why did you leave me without telling me..” his voice slurred as he continued on his drunken ramblings.

@rosé @eunwoo [] happy roleplaying!