THIS NIGHTMARE IS EXPENSIVE

i don't need no reason to be free.

[4625in]

ahahaha!! guess who decided to revamp yohan because new year, new-ish muse?? me!!! without further adieu — here are his new stats and bio. the changes are... pretty drastic, so if you give this post a like, i’ll slide into your dms to discuss our plots and see what changes we have to make (hopefully not much). read on for yohan 2.0!!

son of kim yoojin, an actress that carries herself like old hollywood stars — graceful, prim, proper, but she also has an extensive list of suitors.

yoojin’s divorced 2 times and is now on her 3rd marriage. interestingly, the people she’s been with has always been... on the richer end. yoojin makes enough as an actress (and her fam owns a successful theatre company in london), but what makes her extra rich? her alimony. hahahahaha, cue lily van der woodsen comparisons.

her first husband is ok joonho, the son of the owner of haru pharmaceuticals. together, they have yohan. they got divorced 7 years later.

yoojin actually loves yohan, which explains why she fought really hard during the custody battle. the press covered the process extensively, it was all people could talk about during ‘98.

yoojin’s next marriage lasted about 9 years, and with that man, she had one child — ohohoho wanted connection here.

yohan was initially sent to boarding school (didn’t stop him from sneaking out of the dorms, though). but yoojin pulled him out of the boarding school and enrolled him to saebom because she was grief-stricken by her second divorce.

ofc, everywhere he went, yohan was bullied, with people calling his mom promiscuous and other unsavoury words. he got into fights to protect his mom’s ‘honour’, it’s amazing he still graduated. after graduation, he told his mother to send him abroad for university because he was just tired of the annoying people. they decided on london.

when yohan left, he cut off all contact with others, except with his mother. no one heard from him for eight years (unless you meet him face-to-face in london).

he finished school cum laude and established himself as an up and coming theatrical producer in london. his grandparents helped obvs but he’s actually a decent producer too.

he only returned to sk for his mother’s third (and what she claimed to be her final) wedding with the CFO of naseul hospital. after the wedding, yohan enlisted...

fast forward to now, yohan continues his work as a theatrical producer — now in sk !!!

whoop, whoop *wipes sweat* that was a lot. anyway got some potential plots below (don’t @ me if they suck):

yohan used to babysit or tutor younger kids, it’s a good way to get some pocket money and to get out of the boarding school. maybe he watched / tutored your muses?

half siblings...!! the one from his mom’s second marriage or the children of yohan’s biological father, ex-step father, and current step-father.

exes? girls, if y’all like bad boys who will most likely ghost you after the third date, hahahaha

those muses who went to london to study — either he avoided your muse big time or y’all become drinking buddies.

watching a play and who tf is this pretentious dude? oh, it’s yohan. (your muse can recognise yohan, he’s all over the news for his work in london and sk, not to mention the scandals associated with his fam.)

your muse got into a fight with him at school??

childhood friends? family friends? both positive and negative friendships??

let’s do something with the houses... yohan’s only considered part of the ok family from harang because his father is, well, the owner of a pharmaceutical company. otherwise, yohan’s super detached and refuses to be associated. alienate him or try to pull him in? idk!!!!!! do i make sense??

[4625in]

cynosius​:

[...]

she trails off and reaches to open the flap of her purse that sits comfortably on her shoulder. she brings out her phone and snaps a quick photo of yohan’s current state, mumbling something along the lines of oh, jeongho would love to see this as another giggle sounds. she barely misses a beat before the device is pocketed again and she’s waving her arm to one of the caretakers to grab their attention. 

he’s grateful that their relationship is strong enough that he doesn’t have to fight back the urge to roll his eyes. if anything, he makes a point by clearly doing it in front of her.

there are worst things he could be caught with, baby puke (while embarrassing) is harmless for the most part.

the caretaker takes the baby out of his hands and he bids her a small thank you.

the baby puked mostly hit his jacket, with only a few drops on his actual shirt. it isn’t particularly smelly either, which means his attire and day is not entirely ruined. he sheds his jacket, but before he tucks it away, he tosses the jacket — puke first — at soobin’s face.

“at the very least, the baby is comfortable enough with me to puke on me. i’d say this isn’t so much of a loss,” he says as he examines his shirt. the caretaker (bless her soul really) comes by with a pack of baby wipes. yohan takes it and tells her to focus on the other babies.

then, he turns to soobin, shoving the pack to her after taking a generous amount of wipes for himself. “if you’re done catering to your stupid followers, help me clean my shirt, yeah? this is technically your fault too. i saved you from this puke.”

he starts dabbing his shirt around the chest area, clearing out the chunkier parts of the puke before moving towards the more… liquidy parts.

“c’mon, what are you doing?”

[kokaibop]

🐻 i plan to shoot like a pictorial ✨

[4625in]

strikeovt​:

[...]

As Hajoon awakened, his mother’s face was close to his, gently speaking words so as not to surprise him. “Someone is coming to see you, dear. You’ve likely remembered about him "she added, touching Hajoon’s arm to make sure he was paying attention.

Hajoon cast a glance over her tiny shoulder, getting a glimpse of a face that felt both vivid and distant in his memories. The man  held a piece of his childhood, but it was a happy one, Hajoon felt. Early recollections of kids playing hide and seek in the backyard, causing grownups to worry as the sun was setting.

“your face looks familiar,” his voice was low and hoarse. he tugged a feeble smile when a name popped in his mind. “…Yohan hyung.”

how does it feel for someone to never live out their passion again?

yohan wishes he knows the answer, but honestly — upon further inspection of his life — yohan doubts he truly understands the feeling. he’s never been truly passionate about anything, not even his current job. of course, it’s lucrative and he has no problem with the fame, but he never gets a particular rush of excitement from it.

so, once again, he’s asking: how does it feel to be passionate about something?

he supposes the closest answer to the question is possibly his brief stint with sports during his childhood and young adulthood. however, was it truly passion or was he just a competitive asshole who hates losing and thrives on beating others?

well, now is not the time for self-reflection. he’s got a friend to visit.

going into the hospital, yohan tells himself that he should try to be sympathetic towards this friend, even if yohan can’t relate to his situation.

park hajoon had a knack for sports. when they were young and they often played together, yohan always saw that fire in his eyes. and that propelled hajoon into becoming one of the best pitchers in samsung lions. the poor boy has such a bright future and all it took was one accident to put everything on halt.

what a tragedy.

yohan clutches the bag filled with chocolates (everyone loves chocolates, right?) and makes his way to the hospital room. he’s greeted by hajoon’s mother who looks ragged. makes sense considering what her son went through, at the very least it shows that she truly cares for his wellbeing.

after offering some kind words to the woman, yohan enters the room. hajoon is dozing off and yohan makes sure his footsteps aren’t too loud as to not shocking the boy.

yohan folds his hands in front of him and stands a considerable distance from the bed, waiting for the woman to slowly fill in the boy about his presence.

he lets out the breath he’s been holding once hajoon says his name.

“yes, it’s me.” yohan gives a little wave. “how are you doing?” he puts the bag onto a vacant chair by the wall. “hope you like chocolates because got a whole bunch of them. i wasn’t sure what i should get you.”

silence.

he clicks his tongue, “so how’s hospital food?”

[4625in]

hanabanana97​:

“jeez, relax, if it really means that much to you i’ll give you the toy and pay you your money back.”

a chuckle falls from her lips, though, it doesn’t fully reach her eyes. hand grappling around the box before she fishes out the toy and throws it in yohan’s lap.

hana figures it’s one of the many perks of their fake relationship. see, yohan doesn’t ask. there are no reassuring hand squeezes and no comforting words whispered in her hair as he begs her to confide in him. instead, he just sits with her, distracts her by arguing over something as trivial as a plastic toy.

and still she feels to reassure him she’s fine just once more. he’s paid her enough favours for one day.

“seriously, though, it’s fine if you have other plans, you know… if you have to go and meet your secret girlfriend.”

there’s a reason a grown man like him still collects happy meals. (it’s not the quality, that’s for sure. they don’t make them like they used to. he eyes the toy on his lap and it’s nothing more than a shoddily sewn together stitch plushie.) 

he likes them for the sentimental value.

when he was young, after his parents argued, his mother would let him indulge in all the junk food he wants. the happiness was fleeting then, but the memory wasn’t.

he hopes this little trip could provide the same reprieve for her.

“really?” he rips the toy out of the packaging. “you know your way back home from here then? you wanna get out of the car?” after setting the plushie on his dashboard, he continues, “it’s fine, you’re my ‘secret’ girlfriend,” he tosses up the air quotes. “besides this is fun. you are having fun, right?”

[4625in]

“hey, if you see a toy in there, it’s mine,” he says, as he unwraps his burger.

it's funny where life takes you. when he left for the fundraising event, he definitely didn't see himself ending the day eating in the mcdonalds parking lot with his fake girlfriend, @hanabanana97​​.

as much as he loved raising money to help an orphanage (who would've known that ok yohan has a soft spot for children?), one can only stomach the one percent saving face from a murder case to an extent. as soon as he was presented with the opportunity, he didn't hesitate to leave — though the choice isn't hard seeing how distressed she looked. and what better way to cure sadness than to eat a meal that's literally designed to make you happy?

"don't steal it. i paid for everything.”

[4625in]

cynosius​:

fish out of water w/ @4625in

[...]

"psst, yohan, come help me with this baby!" she keeps her voice to a low enough volume as to not wake another baby and create another mess but just loud enough that he would have to hear her.

ah, that's it: helpless is what she feels.

but she figures having a partner in this situation is better than not.

it’s supposed to be a quick trip to the kitchen in search of some orange slices for the soccer team he bet on (a search that is literally fruitless, by the way).  never would he expect him to be called from the nursery by soobin, out of all people. song soobin in the nursery — what kind of twisted alternate reality did he walk into?

he skids to a stop and doubles back, making sure that his ears wasn’t playing tricks on him. lo and behold, soobin really is in there, looking as lost as he expects her to be.

and, now, yohan is left with a choice:

1) answer the call. 2) pretend he didn’t hear anything.

ultimately, the first choice wins because there’s no way in hell he would leave these babies in the hands of soobin. also, it’s his fault for checking twice. regardless of intention, by walking back, he clearly responded to her.

he enters the nursery and musters on a charming smile at the caretaker, who regards him with a nod. his eyes then dart across the babies and the toddlers, who start staring at his blazer (he should’ve known this particular shade of pink is too bright) and the large sunglasses perched on top of his head.

he definitely looks out of place.

“why are you here?” he whispers to soobin as he reaches out to stroke the plump cheek of the baby the caretaker is holding.

“would you like to carry her?” the caretaker asks abruptly. surely she’s trying to get a break from the baby.

“sure?” yohan answers unsurely and the caretaker hands him the baby. he scoffs and turns to soobin, “so this is why you called me.” yohan bounces the baby in his arms and oddly enough, it seems to respond well to him. the cries quieten and yohan manoeuvres the baby so its chin would rest on his shoulders. “i get it. look at me, i’m doing well —”

well, until the baby pukes on his shoulders.

[4625in]

mxnition​:

[...]

“we are creatures of habits. we don’t really like change.” jeongho answers with a shrug, the polite yet charming curl of his lips remaining intact even with the change in yohan’s tone. “okay fine, let’s get straight to the point.” pulling the fabric of his trousers slightly up as he lets his body sink into the couch, folding one leg neatly over the other. “we haven’t treated you and your mother very kindly in the past but that doesn’t take away from the fact that you used to be family once. so whether you or i like it or not, our fates will always be intertwined in some way. do you get where i’m going here?”

in fact, yohan knows exactly where this is going.

with the yang’s wife murder and the police breathing down everyone’s neck, who knows what kind of secrets the police will uncover? while yohan doesn’t particularly know in specific details what the moons do (not that he cares that much), he does know if someone were to dig deep enough, they will find enough information that could put these people — and the people who were complicit — in jail for at least ten years. 

and as much as yohan would love to see the moons’ downfall, it’s almost impossible given his mother’s previous marriage. out of all the people her mother had to get married to, it’s moon hajoon. how unfortunate.

but what an interesting position for yohan to be in right now. never in his life has the moons came to him like this. they’re not saying it out loud, but it feels like they’re begging.

he relishes in that.

“gosh, jeongho, what a bold statement that is. you’re scaring me, you know,” he says mockingly while mirroring the younger’s position. “you’re right, you’ve never treated us like family, but we cut you all from our life after the divorce. what makes you think we’re still that intertwined?” cue a faux-gasp! “don’t tell me... are you afraid of this investigation?”

[4625in]

chaeseme​:

[...]

and it’s probably the alcohol talking (or listening, in this particular situation), but to her, his declaration of (fake) sobriety sounds like a challenge. “you know what?” against her better judgment, she walks away from him, a few steps, only to take a seat on the sink counter, back against the mirror, hair fanned out like a lion against pale shoulders and flushed cheeks. “why stop at a couple of drinks? be brave, go grab a bottle, and we’ll see if you’re drunk or not.” a single eyebrow, raised, a taunt. “unless it’s too much for you.”

is this a good idea? definitely not. 

but as already established, all ideas are bad when under the influence. 

their little back and forth is frustrating and he hates it.

because it’s different from their old ones. yes, those get frustrating, but they were fun for the most part — mainly because they know the other is not spiting them.

this little squabble they’re having is a different beast on its own. they’re trying to wear each other, trying to get the other to admit fault, trying to push someone to concede, and neither of them is budging.

until she gave him that ammo.

“wait, so you did miss me?” it’s both a question and a small declaration of victory. he coos, “you do care about me.”

as much as this gives him a reason to tease her, he’s both glad and sad. glad to know their relationship meant something. sad because it wasn’t his intention to put her through the pain.

well, that’s something to worry about later. at the moment, yohan won. small victories, hey?

but of course she has to laugh like that. he doesn’t realise how annoying it is until he’s on the receiving end of it. he grits through his teeth, “i’m perfectly fine.”

her proposition, however, sounds very interesting. his last remaining self-awareness is telling him to not do it, though. what if you do something stupid? you being here with her is already wrong as it is. the other part is encouraging him: why not? she slipped up earlier and she never does that. you got this.

guess which one wins that argument?

“is this a challenge?” he starts. “it’s not too much for me, sooo you’re on.” he steps forward to her, takes her hands in his and strokes his thumbs across her knuckles. “after all, it’d be wrong to deprave you of my company considering how much you miss me.”

he guffaws and promptly takes off to the bar before she can respond. somehow, for someone as drunk as he is, he weaves so easily through the sea of people. once he reaches the bar, he beckons for the bartender and points towards a champagne bottle. the bartender is more than happy to oblige (probably knowing how much yohan has racked up on his tab).

a bottle in one hand and two glasses in the other, yohan has resolved that no matter what he will win against her in this little drinking competition. he returns to where she is and pours the champagne into the glasses.

“i would say ‘ladies first’.” he downs his glass. he hisses at the taste. “but i’m getting bored. your turn.”

[4625in]

diaboliical​:

[...]

haeun had to tread lightly, knowing that one wrong move could have their family fall from grace. she had been so focused on getting out of the station and confront her dad that she didn't notice that the waiting room was full of familiar faces, as if the party from that night had continued in the station, including the one person she told her mother that she needed to find as if to pursue 'true love'. the same person that she didn't bother looking for because she knew that he probably didn't want to be found just yet.

"no way..."

there’s nothing that ok yohan hates more than feeling anxious or restless.

right now, he’s feeling both anxious and restless.

compound that with how he’s in a police station and it truly is a recipe for disaster.

actually, compound that and that with the fact that yohan can barely put a coherent story to completely exonerate him as a murder suspect.

the question now lies: how does one prove where, when, and who they were with when they’re too drunk to remember anything?

it did cross his mind he should bluff his way out of this mess — but lying to police officers? that’s a one-way ticket to jail.

thankfully, the police are happy enough (especially with promise of some ‘donations’ towards the station) to give him time to put together his story. all yohan needs to do now is find someone to help him piece together a story. someone who can jog his memories.

seoha was no help, jeongho was insufferable as always. other people? he doubts they’d be willing to help him. none of them have personal stake in him and yohan is really not in the mood to accumulate favours unless he really has to.

but who is going to help him?

he throws his head back, leaning against the wall. his coffee long forgotten (it’s not hard to forget, especially with how it tastes). he scrolls through his phone contacts, searching for someone at the party who can help him out of goodwill, without expecting anything in return.

once more, the interrogation room’s door clicks open and someone walks out. he wonders who it is this time. is it someone who can help him or will it be someone who will taunt him?

and, honestly, he doesn’t even know where he stands with her. while their family are on good terms — very good, in fact, that yohan stayed with her family for a while in london (and yohan didn’t mind the least). but he also knows there’s something strained there too. that’s mostly on him, though, like most things are.

similar to how he left seoul unceremoniously, his departure from the uk also happened as sudden and quiet as the latter. maybe even more so, since now he’s a proper adult who doesn’t have to report back to his mother about his decisions and whereabouts. maybe … he left haeun behind without saying good bye.

he settles with, “jin haeun,” he simply says. “i should’ve known one way or another they’ll rope you and your family into this.”

her family.

her family’s business.

hold the fuck up. they’re a private security company —

does that mean they have access to the surveillance camera?

could this be yohan’s ticket out?

[4625in]

hanabanana97​:

[...]

before hana can disappear into the bathroom, beomseok’s hands curl around her waist and pull her into his chest. “what the hell?” she plants her elbow into beomseok’s chest as she turns around in shock, a stretched out hand raised and ready to take a swing but beomseok catches it before it can make an impact with his cheek.

“oh come on, hana, don’t make a fuss. everyone in there knows how you get after a couple of drinks. you should be grateful it’s me and not some creep.”

@4625in

boring.

this party is painstakingly boring and yohan would know. after all, his mother has dragged him to pretentious parties where actors and filmmakers and artists hand out awards to each other, celebrating their achievement in nothing. those parties only get interesting when yohan became of legal drinking age, and even then his mother imposed a three drink limit on him for those nights. again, boring.

he supposes this party is good in terms of catering, but good catering does not a good party make. not even the girl pressed against him is entertaining him — if anything, she reeks of alcohol, no way will yohan enjoy time with an intoxicated girl. it’s improper.

instead, he bounces from corners to corners, occupies himself with exploring the venue (because he knows the girl won’t have the motor skills to follow him. good on her, really. she needs to sit down and sober up), hoping something interesting would happen …

just not this.

it’s not hard to notice who it is, especially when her face is plastered all across social media. though yohan doesn’t frequent his accounts, he’s still aware of her because fellow producers kept goading him into casting her for some of their productions.

(yohan’s answer has always been a firm ‘no’, why should he cast an influencer in a proper theatre production, huh?)

putting aside all his qualms about her and her profession. it’s still not right for a girl — or anyone really — to be pushed around like this.

“hey, dude.” yohan taps on the man’s shoulder. his head quickly whips around and he shoots yohan a pointed look. in that moment, yohan notices. well damn, if it isn’t the CFO of samsung. but the revelation doesn’t deter yohan. “you should let her land a blow on you. that’s the gentlemanly thing to do. if you won’t, then just leave her alone.”

“see hana? this is the kind of creep i meant.” he scoffs at her and snarls at yohan, “don’t get mixed up in other people’s business, asshole.”

yohan frowns. god, this kid just can’t take a hint, huh?

“it is my business when i’m her boyfriend.” yohan pushes against the other guy. “so i suggest you step away from my girlfriend.”

well, well, might as well call yohan a good samaritan.

[4625in]

the previews went well — and everyone is itching to celebrate. it’s well deserved. this production is yohan’s most ambitious so far and the cast and crew worked tirelessly to bring his vision and demands to life. given the achievement and the hard work they’ve poured in, it’s well within their rights to want to celebrate.

but yohan doesn’t know if he should be celebrating. first of all, someone got murdered. never a good thing. he supposes. second of all, optics wise (he’s an asshole, what do you expect? he needs to watch his reputation), how will it look like if he’s off having a party during such times and when almost everyone he knows are being suspected?

time to be more considerate, yohan.

he politely declines the offer and sends the others off to the k palace where he’s booked out one of their restaurants. meanwhile, he stays behind in the theatre, pouring himself a congratulatory drink in the tiny little storage closet that he’s used as his office for the past few months.

a knock on the door jolts him.

he sets down the drink and makes a beeline towards the door and he is greeted by the sight of... the cheons? colour him surprised. he’s seen the matriarch sparingly, given her affinity for the arts, which intersects with his and his mother’s profession, but his son... @whtpaper​ seems familiar, but he can’t place from where.

“mrs. cheon. to what do i owe this honour?” he asks her. “you brought your son too — hey, man.” he glances back and forth awkwardly between them. “how are you both doing? what with the whole... investigation?”

[4625in]

s-nshine​:

[...]

“how’s your knee doing since the last time i saw you?” last time referring to four hours ago when he showed up as her final patient with a messed up knee and the offer to grab a drink. in other words, when he interrupted what should’ve been another mundane day shoving off the judgment of her lead practitioner and crawling home to a glass of wine. speaking of which — she turns to face the bartender and requests a glass of her favorite red. 

ok yohan, once again, and a good three years later. they’ve become different people since then, yet, if the world could dip back in time, it feels like they could pick up right where they left off.

automatic stop w/ @4625in

humans get lonely.

plain and simple.

as much as yohan fancies himself something else (nothing too grandiose, something more akin to a husk of what a person used to be), there are moments where he falters and feels a sudden pang of nostalgia.

would he consider his time in london pleasant? maybe. he considers london an escape to whatever it was he’s running away from in seoul — what was it again? rumours? his mom? relationships? as he thinks about it, he can’t even come up with a concrete reason. he runs away just because it’s what he does best. because he’s a flighty little bitch.

but whenever he leaves whatever life he has for the next, burning every single his bridges, it’s funny how he hates the feeling of being alone, when that’s exactly why he leaves in the first place.

(talk about his inability to face consequences.)

so, he falters. he falters more than he wants to admit. he lets himself get attached to someone along the way. just for a moment, it’s nice to have someone in his life —

that is before he leaves again.

he doesn’t consider her a mistake. if he has to put his complex emotions into words, he’d say she’s one of his first true loves, someone who he would consider staying for. he cherishes their relationship, even if he’s the one to cut off all ties one day and leave without a trace.

he wonders how much damage he’s done to her. on one hand, he wants her to be heartbroken, angry, vengeful. on the other, he wants to see her peaceful, flourishing, happy.

it’s not a good idea to invite her to drinks, but he just can’t pass on the opportunity to satiate his curiosity. it’s too much of a coincidence for them to be reunited. what are the chances his physical therapist, the first one he sees in korea, turns out to be his ex girlfriend?

“are you saying i’m usually ugly?” he jokes. he knows her. she’s deflecting. he takes a sip of his drink as she takes a seat — and it’s too close. she’s too close.

he shifts in his seat, moves away as much as his seat allows.

“you know how my knee is.” she’s always known, especially since she’s the one to nurse it back to function after his little rugby accident in london. he clarifies, “it’s not going to be much different since four hours ago.”

“how’s work today?” he drinks once more, unsure if he regrets that he didn’t get a stronger drink or thankful he got something light. “bet it was boring after i left.”

after i left london too.

[amaranth]

KAI for MARIE CLAIRE KOREA & YSL BEAUTY

[4625in]

no-exits​:

[...]

nevertheless, it’s been eight years. gyeoul feels like he’s owed at least several concessions, and he will take his time—dare he say, the next eight years—collecting them.

“congrats on your premiere, asshole.”

after a long preparation — that’s not without its own drama —  the play has finally premiered.

but it doesn’t mean the work is done.

there will always be things to re-tweak before the next show. it can come in different forms: lighting changes, line changes, costume changes. it’s almost a never-ending cycle.

at times, he wonders if he’s picked the wrong profession since his current one makes it difficult to accomodate for his nomadic tendencies. is there such a job where you finish something in the short run and then forget about it and move on to another task?

why is he so damn flighty?

but today is not a day for gloomy thoughts and regrets and self-reflection. today is a day for celebration.

glasses of champagne are being passed around and yohan can’t help but snatch one or two. while department heads take turns to give their roaring speeches, yohan remains behind the crowd. for the most part he’s silent, unless he needs to react to jokes or respond to people acknowledging him and his role in the production.

as the thunderous applause dies down, yohan retreats to the confines of his ‘dressing room’, though it functions more as a place to store documents, unused props and costumes, miscellaneous things (it’s essentially a storage room at this point). he sits there alone and gingerly takes a sip of his drink.

even he doesn’t understand why he torture himself like this.

someone must have directed a visitor towards his dressing room. he hears footsteps and rustles outside the closed doors. the door swings open and before he can even register who this person is, a bouquet of flowers is dropped onto his lap.

his breath catches.

“gyeoul.” never much for manners, yohan smiles. yoon gyeoul. certainly the last person yohan expect to see today, but like it as not, a reunion between them is definitely inevitable.

“i would’ve called but i was so busy with the production.” lies. he just never mustered the courage to pick up the phone. “but thank you for coming. i hope you enjoyed the show.” yohan hands the other glass to his friend (or former friend depending on how their conversation would go). “care to celebrate with me?”

[4625in]

mxnition​:

[...]

yet jeongho can’t help but cock a brow once his eyes fall upon a particular set of features he knows all too well (@4625in) . “well, if it isn’t my favourite cousin-in-law. or well, former cousin-in-law.” the way the words roll of his tongue would make one assume jeongho was greeting an old friend. though, their relationship has always been anything but that…friendly. “it’s a shame we didn’t run into each other at the party. it’s been a while.”

it’s almost comical how unlucky yohan is sometimes.

out of all the times where he gets blackout drunk, it has to be the party where someone gets murdered.

yohan always knew the one percent of cheongdam will come upon a knives out situation eventually, but he thought he was going to be a quiet spectator — someone who gets suspected initially, but he’ll clear his name quickly because of his airtight alibi and his ‘i hardly care about these people, why would i waste my time killing them?’ attitude.

never, in his wildest dreams, did he predict he will someone who can’t answer the police’s questions because has no clue where he was or what he did. all he knows is that he woke up in kang hwanhee’s bed because he was too drunk to give the boy his address. that, and he apparently ‘kissed’ seoha… which he only knows because a tabloid blog says so.

regardless, those information hardly expels suspicions. 

now, he’s stuck at the police station, waiting for the police to question him again. they’ll keep him there for the whole day if they can. how annoying this is. he has a production to supervise.

his mother offered to call a lawyer to defend him, but what will the police think if, suddenly, a lawyer shows up to handle yohan’s predicament? he’s innocent. he shouldn’t need a lawyer.

he drinks his cup of coffee (that tastes like shit, mind you; he wonders if the officers would back off if he promises to donate a coffee maker) and scrolls through his phone. is there anyone he could call to vouch for him? it would be easier if he actually knows who he met during the —

oh, fuck.

just when his day couldn’t get any worse.

“hi, cousin.” the fondness in his tone is equally as fake as jeongho’s. “a shame?” yohan laughs. “i knew it. you do like me. you love having me around.” yohan pockets his phone and stands up. “i always knew you’re going to end up at the police station. you look like you’re at home here.”

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her hands slide down to hold his wrists, still placed on either side of her hips. “i’ll manage,” seoha breaks free from his grasp, turning around to face him, “i have someone that can take me home.” a bit of a lie, but why not. it’s not as if he’ll know. “and you’re the one that’s drunk,” seoha adds pointedly. 

you’re so stubborn, is what he wanted to say, but — even under the haze — he knows that will only make things worse. their friendship is delicate as it is, and contrary to popular belief, yohan does care for people and treasures his relationships with them. but it still doesn’t stop his innate desire to always have the last word. variations of ‘it doesn’t matter what i say’, ‘you’ve made up your mind already’, ‘nothing i say will change things’ cross his mind, and it takes so much of him to hold back from saying any of it.

he sighs. he hates that this conversation is sobering  him up. this party is shaping up to be a terrible one and the only way to turn this around is by having another drink. is that the wisest decision? no, but it’s better than having to deal with his mind and its thoughts. he mumbles under his breath, “i’m too old to deal with this high school bullshit.”

how weird is it that his adult life is more unbearable than his childhood, and that’s including the various hardships he had to endure during his youth — dealing with his mother’s divorce, being sent to boarding school, transferring high schools suddenly, getting bullied by classmates and his own relatives. but then, he realised it’s because he’s at least had some people in his corner, seoha being one of them. he still remembers how happy seoha was when he told her he was transferring to saebom, which made him realise that maybe transferring wasn’t such a bad idea, those boys he befriended in boarding school be damned. as it turns out, high school was… tolerable.

maybe it wasn’t such a good idea cutting off his friends when he moved abroad.

as she removes his hands from her waist, there’s a sudden pang of emptiness. they used to not mind touching and being so close to each other. he swallows, puts his hands in his pockets, and steps back. the least he could do, since he can’t even say that he misses her, is honour the boundaries she’s setting.

don’t you see i still care?

“well, isn’t that just nice. glad to know driver park still works for you, hmm?” driver park, the driver who was oddly enough more welcoming of yohan than the people who are paying him. the driver who doesn’t mind driving the two friends around when they refused to go to home to study. if only he could turn back time.

at the accusation he shakes his head and smirks, “me, drunk?” oh, he definitely is. “i am perfectly fine.” lies. “hell, i’m actually going to get a couple more drinks.” probably the first thing he said that’s true. “you know why? because i’m not drunk. not at all. i’d invite you, but i’m sure you have something else you want to do.”