[scene#1 ›› apartment '023' is statically quiet, settled, with all its habitants asleep. sun is peaking sheepishly from behind garments of clouds, sending warm ribbons through the opened curtains. the early hours are in the morning's sweet quietness' grasp, as a certain short figure is pacing around.]
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[close up #1 ›› the tender, pinkish skin on certain fingertips is being chewed on. pearly teeth tearing, with stress, the patches of skin and the nails of a left hand, whilst the right is pressing a phone against an ear that's still flushed from specific memories.]
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[assessment #1 ›› hongjoong is on the kitchen's counter, anxious, swaying his legs impatiently over the edge. shoulders hunched. features distressed.
›› on the other side of the phone he's holding, yeosang is weirded out by the sudden call. not sure if he wants to answer due to his body being all sweaty, with a dry, scratched voice.]
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< 08:02 a.m - saturday >
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yeosang (taken back): uh.. are you okay? you're not usually this happy to call me.
hongjoong (hesitant): i'm okay... i think. but i'm no where near happy —quite the opposite, actually. where are you, though? didn't you guys sleep over last night?
yeosang (grunts): uh, yeah. about that, we did sleep over, but then seonghwa and i had to go out, you know, get fresh air and all.
hongjoong: oh really, fresh air?
yeosang: yeah really, fresh air.
hongjoong: this isn't why i'm calling —look, (massages his forehead) i need you, man. i fucked up so bad. so bad. and trust me when i say you're the only one i can talk to about this.
