화랑 - a tale of curiosity [ON HOLD]

🌸chapter twenty🌸

"You're not a Hwarang." Hansung said, alcohol still flowling through his system. Ji-ae sighed, taking ahold of his hand and leading him towards the dorm rooms. "Oh, look." He said, looking at their interwined fingers. "We're going on a walk." He mused, his lips forming a wide smile.

"You are never drinking again." Ji-ae firmly said. "Ever." She said, only to make Hansung pout. She then began leading Hansung through the corridors, breathing through her mouth due to the prominent smell of alcohol. She stepped carefully over the drunken bodies lay on the floor, making sure Hansung was doing the same behind her. She looked at each door until she saw the one that corresponded with the colour yellow. She stopped infront of it, making Hansung run straight into the back of her.

"I'm sorry." He said, patting her he's before repeatedly blinking at her. "I'm tired."

"I know." Ji-ae said, opening the door and peeking her head through to see who was in there. And there was only two other drunks. She pulled Hansung in after her and rearranged the drawing under her arm. "Right, which bed?" She asked him, eyeing the beds on the right. She then turned around and saw Hansung slump onto the ground. "Handing." She whined, stomping her feet. "Why?" She placed her things aside and pulled him up from under his arms and dragged him to the lower unoccupied bed.

He began whining and fidgeting under her hold. "Let me sleep." He whined, smacking his lips together a couple of times.

"I will, just get on the bed." She said, pulling his torso onto the bed and then cringing at the stench of alcohol in his breath when he yawned. She swallowed to distract herself and then proceeded to lift his legs over the edge of bed. With all that effort, she slouched against the foot of his bed for a moment, dabbing at the sweat beads on her forehead. She glanced at Hansung for a second before getting up and then grabbing her implements off of the floor and then proceeding to leave the way she came, hurdling over the bodies once again. She reached the outside and that's when she realised how much the air inside was filled with alcohol, sending her slightly loopy herself. She took a deep intake of the fresh air and proceeded to make her way to her own room.

As soon as she opened the bed room door she was greeted with all her packaged belongings. She grumbled at the sight and set her drawing down on one of them and then collapsed onto the bare bed in the room.

Ji-ae stared at the ceiling and then released a very long sigh. She turned her head to look at all the chests and crates of her belongings. She analysed each one to see which was her clothing. When she found it she reluctantly got up and rummaged through it and then grabbed all the nessecary items for night time before changing into them and cleaning herself up and then grabbed the nearest fluffy item to use as a sheet and then fell into her bed, closing her eyes so that she could get some kind of sleep to help to be at least the little bit prepared for the next day of this.

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Ji-ae was up early and wondering around the deserted yard of the Hwarang House, not really knowing what to do. She whistled slightly with each step she took and skipped a little for entertainment, swinging her drawing equipment back and forth under her arm. She then looked towards where the dorm rooms were and raised a brow when she saw no sign of movement from within. Letting her curiosity get the better of her, she began walking into the dorms. She followed the familiar corridors from last night. She then heard some shouts from further down the corridor so she followed it and soon enough it brought her to a group of Hwarang's surrounded around the door. She looked at the name played hanging from the door over the shoulders of the men and then realsised it was Hansung who was in the way.

"Hansung." With the mention of his name he turned around and saw his other half with a confused expression. "What's going on?"

"Ah." He said, pulling Ji-ae closer and placing her infront of him. "Just listen." Was all he said and she did as instructed.