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fourcoldpawssuho-centric. r. 200 words. (originally written for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
seouldout)
warnings: suicide
A strengthening and deliciously ironic bar tab – coincidentally both grand as the year he’s turning tomorrow and an exact permille of the grands due (he tried to fit his blood ratio into the equation but failed to calculate said ratio’s tendencies to induce failure of such calculations) – later, (through giggles smug with the drunkard’s shameless appreciation of his own master-plan’s brilliance promised to be paid tomorrow,) Joonmyun sings on the top of his lungs a merrily slurred ode to life’s infallible talent of fucking you the fuck over, because the night has finally been brought upon him, the night where he will finally get to rest. Will get to check out. Call it a day. Slap the flaccid elastic of the most washed-out sweats around his belly, crack open a perspiring lager and take a deep breath of his well-deserved, never-ending weekend.
He nods towards an elderly man passing with a terrier, it’s my party nuh… nuuuhnunununuh still blasting out of his opened mouth at a stubbornly unsubsiding volume. Joonmyun declines the offer of assistance, casually leaning back against the wrong side of the bridge railing.
“No, sir.” He placates. “Just going for a swim. See where I end up.”
seouldout)warnings: suicide
A strengthening and deliciously ironic bar tab – coincidentally both grand as the year he’s turning tomorrow and an exact permille of the grands due (he tried to fit his blood ratio into the equation but failed to calculate said ratio’s tendencies to induce failure of such calculations) – later, (through giggles smug with the drunkard’s shameless appreciation of his own master-plan’s brilliance promised to be paid tomorrow,) Joonmyun sings on the top of his lungs a merrily slurred ode to life’s infallible talent of fucking you the fuck over, because the night has finally been brought upon him, the night where he will finally get to rest. Will get to check out. Call it a day. Slap the flaccid elastic of the most washed-out sweats around his belly, crack open a perspiring lager and take a deep breath of his well-deserved, never-ending weekend.
He nods towards an elderly man passing with a terrier, it’s my party nuh… nuuuhnunununuh still blasting out of his opened mouth at a stubbornly unsubsiding volume. Joonmyun declines the offer of assistance, casually leaning back against the wrong side of the bridge railing.
“No, sir.” He placates. “Just going for a swim. See where I end up.”
