jongho gave a soft smile, as if gossip and subsequently advice, were his forte. “ oh, the perks of already being married, ” xe mused, then took a swift sip of his own coffee. it was true. being married carried away many stressors like a feather through wind, even if it added some of its own weight, too. amused, he crossed his legs and leaned back in the cafe’s chair. “ so was your mother’s set up too young ? boring ? i have exactly zero new interesting things going on in my life and your love life has me curious. ”
“ well, today’s was just an idiot, ” markl says with an exasperated huff, “ but there’s been at least one of just about every type of person. ” none of them were terribly young, their mother at least respecting markl’s aversion to cradle-snatching, but her friends have very questionable ideas about who could constitutes a suitable partner for their children. “ i feel sorry for the mother who’s about to find out her son’s a flat earther, that’s all i want to say about it. ”
jongho couldn't help the scoff that came from his lips or the chuckle that followed. xe was only grateful, yet again, that there was no need for him to go through all of the trials of dating. of course, his parents had taken time to come around on who he chose and lined up girls for them to date like xe was on the bachelor, but none of that had mattered, especially not now. " a flat earther ? " jongho asked in amused disbelief. " are you sure he wasn't fucking with you ? i can only assume that people who say that are joking. i refuse to believe it isn't a joke. " xe sipped his beverage again. " like a little internet joke. you know ? i mean, surely no one actually thinks that's true. "
there was no knowing when sangho was going to come home these days, his busier doctor's schedule keeping even the busy lawyer in suspense most nights. the only guarantee was that it wouldn't be until late, so jongho, of course, started dinner late and only finished it about ten minutes ago. excitement rose in jongho's chest when he heard the door open and a familiar scuffle that was the routine: shoes off, coat and keys hung up, and whatever else made soft homey noises at the door. when they were younger, jongho might have met him at the door and kissed him ' hello ' and it wasn't to say that the urge no longer existed, but that finishing a long shift was far different from finishing an exam: one asked for moments of silence before seeing a lover.
however, as sangho walked further into their apartment, a subtle but ever-so-loving smile was on jongho's lips. he sat at their dining area table, two glasses of red wine already poured, silverware and cloth napkins at their usual seats. " hi, darling," jongho greeted, smile still clear. he stood and stepped to meet the other, one hand extended to take sangho's. " i missed you. long shift, hm ? well, i cooked. spicy salmon, potatoes, and asparagus. hungry ? " the food was nowhere in sight, but could be smelled from anywhere in the apartment.
• ' what do you think ? ' male holds up two printed out photos of nearly identical abstract art, differing in colors and styles, but still... the sense of familiarity ruminates between both. ' which one has less of a i'm a conceited asshole who doesn't care and more of a i'm a struggling artist with a real voice ? ' pause, glancing up at them. ' i think i've been staring for too long. dare i call it a day ? '
it was a hard question. to jongho, the pair looked nearly identical and they couldn't manage to see what would make one better than the other. the photos weren't unpleasant, of course, but jongho felt a tug at the tense spot in his shoulders at having to study them. the man's eyes looked only half curious ( the other half exhausted ), so xe figured his own opinion wouldn't carry too much weight, after all. and, upon looking long enough, they did prefer one over the other. " the left, " jongho finally answered, " but i have to say i don't see such a big difference. maybe you're asking the untrained eye of a lawyer. "
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“Oh come on..I’m getting late for work,” Kashvi murmured as she glanced down at her phone screen, checking the time that clearly told her the store was going to open in less than eight minutes. One of the perks of owning her own store of course was that she actually had someone else there to open the bookstore and she was really just going to be working in the back office. But that didn’t mean she was comfortable showing up late. Of course it was her fault for reading that one extra chapter in the morning before she got ready for work which caused her entire day to get derailed. “Yup, it’s official…I’m going to be late and set a very good example for my newbie employee that starts today,” she said almost under her breath–not at all aware of others listening to her inner monologue.
jongho couldn't seem to find whoever the words were aimed at, and standing next to the late employer ( a manager of some sort ? ) made him wonder if, by default, she was talking to whoever would listen. fortunately, xe felt it almost awkward to ignore her stress, but odd that she would be heard by a stranger. " well, it is a bad impression. " was jongho meant to sympathize or offer advice ? surely she knew how not to be late so advice might be meaningless and even unwanted. " but maybe it'll humanize you to your new employee. you never know how intimidated they are. "
“ ugh. ” they heave a sigh, leaning back in their seat. “ what i would give for mom to stop trying to set me up with her friends’ kids. ” they’ve just escaped a frankly horrific blind date, fleeing to the familiar coffee shop at the bottom of the building. it’s vastly preferable to the awful excuse for a cafe they’ve just fled from, and the familiarity of it helps to relax them. “ anyway, how’re you ? anything interesting going on in your life ? ”
jongho gave a soft smile, as if gossip and subsequently advice, were his forte. " oh, the perks of already being married, " xe mused, then took a swift sip of his own coffee. it was true. being married carried away many stressors like a feather through wind, even if it added some of its own weight, too. amused, he crossed his legs and leaned back in the cafe's chair. " so was your mother's set up too young ? boring ? i have exactly zero new interesting things going on in my life and your love life has me curious. "
hello hello! i'm x and i use they/them or xe/xem pronouns. this is jongho choi-yoon and you can read about him below. mind the tagged triggers please and lms if you want me to come to you to plot out a connection!
GENERAL:
NAME: jongho choi-yoon.
NICKNAMES: john (mistakenly), jongie.
AGE&DOB: 41, oct 29th 1981.
WESTERN ZODIAC: scorpio.
GENDER&PRONOUNS: agender, he/they/xe (xe/xem/xyr/xyrs/xyrself).
MAJOR/OCCUPATION: lawyer.
ORIENTATIONS: bisexual, demi-romantic, monogamous.
HOMETOWN: busan, south korea.
RESIDENCE: #903.
RELIGION: atheist.
AILMENTS: PTSD.
PERSONALITY:
MBTI: ENTP-A.
ALIGNMENT: true neutral.
LIKES: exploration, arguing, bones, old books, horror movies, love, human connection, cigarettes.
DISLIKES: slow talkers, grease, plastic dish ware, fake jewelry, earaches, small spaces, being confined.
HOBBIES: collecting animal bones, cooking, caring for his hair.
ADJECTIVES: morbid, convincing, charming, skilled, brash, loving.
PHYSICAL:
FACECLAIM: lee dongwook.
HAIR: black, brown, red.
EYES: brown.
HEIGHT: 6'0".
BUILD: toned, slim.
TATTOOS: a few.
PIERCINGS: none.
OTHER: various, small cylindrical scars on forearms.
BIOGRAPHY:
born in south korea, but after his mother mysteriously disappeared when he was five, their father moved xem and his little sister to the united states
at age six, four people invaded his house with the intention to rob the somewhat well-off family. the invasion went wrong and the intruders killed xyr sister while leaving him and his father alive
jongho was forever traumatized by this and swore all his life that he would get revenge. both the trauma and the focus on revenge made xem morbid and cruel
xe did badly making friends in school but excelled at school itself
his father was often drunk and hardly involved in his life, so he all but raised himself
when he was fourteen, the assailants were caught and prosecuted. all four were sentenced to prison and jongho was mostly able to let go of his vendetta
throughout high school, he began to get into more normal teenage things and decided he wanted to be a veterinarian
in his first year of college, he changed his mind and after having heard he was unmatched at arguing too many times (and by too many romantic partners), he became preoccupied with law school
in college is where he met sangho, whom he eventually married
he has since been made partner at a big firm and lives in the penthouse sweet as of a year ago with his husband sangho (@iatrics)
I think you lost all interest in this world. You were disappointed and discouraged, and lost interest in everything. So you abandoned your physical body. You went to a world apart and you’re living a different kind of life there. In a world inside you.
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