(.txt) wake up it's time to go to school. (.txt) pokémon school.
(. he's already been up for quite some time -- his body is trained, focused to wake and he can't really do anything about it but it's not something that byunghun needs to know. there are a lot of things byunghun doesn't need to know, he thinks -- out of a form of protection, a form of love. he will build a house around them and keep him safe, but that's not really what these texts are for and he still doesn't really know what pokemon is besides those little animal -like creature .. things ... ...
.... )
(. txt ) i've never been to school i'm not really sure i want to go -- do i have to??
(. txt ) pokemon look unnatural anyway
(. txt ) can't i just lay in bed with you all day instead (:
(. he thinks that he could stay forever here like this. he wonders if byunghun will let him be shrouded, hidden in tall bookshelves for him to come visit when he’s lonely. but then again, this isn’t byunghun’s home, it’s a school and certainly that could cause some more problems than they’re worth. not when jr can come visit anytime he wants, molecules dispersing and coming together with a snap in a moment of whimsical fancy. but it’s strange to learn something new about the place that byunghun stays in, and so he has to ask — ) … gifted youngsters? does that mean this is a place for only the smart kids because i’m probably not welcome in that case — (. a slight tilt of his lips and then he’s outright laughing; of course it’s a school for smart kids; byunghun is the smartest person that jr knows. ) who is xavier and why is the school named after him; if this is a school for ‘ gifted youngsters ‘ then does that mean he’s the most gifted, i don’t really think i get it but —. i always knew you were smart, byunghun. (. his laugh dies down a little and he’s resting his head on the table, he’s a little confused, he’s watching. byunghun seems to be thinking too hard, feeling too guilty and jr can’t imagine why. the smile starts to fade, he thinks, he reaches and touches the crease between byunghun’s furrowed brow. ) you can tell me. (. that’s all that he says before his hand drops to the table, a distance from byunghun that he wants to cross — because even the most minute space where they aren’t touching feels way too far for jr, at least right now. but byunghun takes his hand and the discomfort stops its swell, his eyes stare into byunghun’s and he smiles because he looks unhappy — but he shouldn’t, not for him. ) don’t worry !! i don’t really need presents anyway, what’s the big deal about a birthday anyway —. i don’t remember if anyone has ever told me to have a happy one, anyway. it’s just another day. (. his thumb rubs circles into the underside of byunghun’s palm, it’s comfort, it’s ease. he finds happiness in their simplicity, the way that he can hold him like this and yes, this is all he really needs for his birthday. ) i don’t even know what pokemon is. did i ever even tell you when my birthday is? (. he chuckles, it’s soft and almost goes unheard as he lifts his head from the table only to lean in closer to byunghun’s ear. ) i want you to kiss me. (. he’s close, he’s feeling better with byunghun’s proximity and jr’s chin rests on his shoulder with eyes half closed. ) you were a mafia man, and i was just a silly boy who got under your skin. you owe me a computer, by the way. … (. he thinks, and he’s tired, eyes closing. ) not that i’d know how to use it here, anyway … ….
(. the ceiling is painted with sunlight’s pictures, he blinks and they change; he blinks again and they’re the same. the room is quiet, it is deafening — thoughts. they’re what plagues him as he lies on his bed, lips pursed and a little agitated in his state of befuddlement. dreams are the subject of the conundrum, more specifically, how real they are and how real they feel — he knows what it’s like to have a friend, even though he’s never had one. byunghun has come close, but he’s different; he’s love and chaste kisses, held hands and whispered voices. no, the dream taught him what it was like to have a nest friend; a redhead with sneaky smiles who punches his gut on his birthday, gives him presents that he doesn’t have when he wakes. one that accepts his weird and goes along with it, a pretend heavy heart and a sarcastic sigh. he licks his lips, he frowns, he smiles at a false memory planted in his head. he remembers jeon jeongguk.
and that is when he begins to wonder, because if byunghun had that same dream
maybe he did, too.
the thought has him sitting up, ignoring his lethargy; smiling a cheshire’s grin —. he thinks, he remembers, he feels, he sees. he may not know what it’s like to have a friend, but a dream taught him the value of one’s company. he wants to see him, and he will. molecules disperse; spread across a room, he dissipates, reforms.
ends up on a bed that seems familiar but not quite, a different room with a different person standing back to him. his hair is dark, how strange. he was expecting red. oh well. at least he knows where he is … ) jeongguk, you look weird with dark hair. (. he snorts, shifts on the bed and pulls his legs into a cross. it’s not a bad look just .. different. he wonders how different jeongguk really is, if he’s different at all.
he wonders if they’ll be friends. … he wonders what that means. ) you must be gifted, too — byunghun has a room like this but he’s in some weird school —. i guess he’s not a mafia prince after all, that’s kind of disappointing but —. (. he pauses in his excitement, thinks a moment, realizes this situation is probably a little strange. ) hey, do you remember me?
(. sneaking up on byunghun like this is probably not the best idea — as made evident of the last time he showed up without warning, particles of his skin and bone and muscle coming together with a snap and a smile. byunghun jumped the last time too, but after —. after. his lips purse together but he tries out a smile, it comes easily because he’s with byunghun and at least he doesn’t have to think about strange things that plague him at night. not while his arms hold something real, not while his cheek rests on pretty seafoam hair. ) i think that’s an oxymoron. did i tell you i learned a lot of new things??? (. fingers play with the ends of mint green hair and he thinks of plants that he waters daily, a friend grown from the ground; it’s nostalgic and he sighs. ) i’m always trying to keep you on your toes — i’m the cat, remember? you’ve gotta keep on the lookout for me, i’m always around the corner — (. a little laugh and his eyes dart around the room — it’s someplace new, filled with books; a library. ) wow, maybe you really are a mafia prince, i don’t know anyone else who has a library in their house — (. a chuckle, then a kiss is pressed to byunghun’s temple and he slumps into a chair that he pulls too close to the other male, rests his head on his shoulder and closes his eyes. he had enough of sleep [ of dreams ] but — .. he feels so warm. ) mm .. ~ in another life maybe you would have kissed me but here you totally forgot — (. he snorts as he teases, a little amused at the reaction —. it’s strange. it’s like they totally switched places … he lets his chin rest in a palm as he watches, his other hand still playing with the ends of byunghun’s hair. he can’t stop touching him for too long — he wonders why that is. ) hmm .. (. he’s never been asked that before —. there’s nothing that he wants, nothing that he needs. ) i’ve never had a present. (. it’s a small admission, a little glimpse — it passes by his lips without a thought because he’s still too warm, too comfortable here. ) … i had a dream, byunghun.
(. txt ) i’m becoming increasingly suspicious of your mindset, seems that your definition of weird is substantially skewed.
(. txt ) i’m sure it is safe, if you fell from the window your skull would mimic a tomato bursting, so the water shouldn’t reach your electronic treasures.
(. txt ) … sometimes i wonder about you, do you choose your words to force a confession from me? ah, well, either way, i’m worried … where are you exactly? we are literally under siege by a legion of reserve mermaid demon spawn - from the ars goetia no less - this does not tell me much. floor? landmarks? i want to find you … or know you’re safe, you should at least go back up to our room. use the lamp as a weapon if you must.
(. txt ) oh - and let me thank you, the specimen will be most appreciated.
(. txt ) the only thing i want to eat is you.
(. txt ) now, abscond or burn the school to ashes… i’ll find you eventually.
(. txt ) yes byunghun b y e i'm not talking to you anymore why am i texting you anyways there's evil afoot
(. txt ) ... have you really looked into a mirror if my standard of weird is skewed then i'd hate to see your definition i mean who even has the face of a jackal w h a t
(. txt ) are you sure though i mean like, who says it won't rise that high |: what if we all drown byunghun MY LAPTOP WILL BE RUINED AND KAI MUN WILL HAVE NO IDEA WHERE I WENT
(. txt ) ... ... what kind of confession are you talking about? i already know you like potato friend and minty since they sit by the window in the sun all the time so :u you don't have to say anything byung, i know ok
(. txt ) umm .. ... i don't know what ars goetia means can you speak in korean or something --. i told you i'm dumb pls.
(. txt ) i .. err. classroom??? i guess. i don't know i got lost and now i'm in a dark hallway and the only light i have is coming from my phone screen :l why don't you go back up to our room? why am i the only one who has to stay safe that doesn't exactly seem fair --
(. txt ) no problem --. it's kinda heavy though you're gonna need a big jar i think unless you like. dismember it ... ...
(. txt ) can you even dismember a reverse mermaid i mean like besides taking off the legs but these things are still pretty big
(. txt ) ..........................
(. txt ) byunghun are you a cannibal gross like what is that even supposed to mean
(. txt ) pls refrain from eating me :l
(. txt ) no i want to keep talking to you to make sure you're alive ): and because it's kinda lonely down here all i'm doing is grilling all the fish tbh
(. txt ) the tale of how i saw flashes of pacific rim must be reserved for another time, however it includes an interesting entrepreneur who had the face of a jackal…i’m sure you’ll enjoy it.
(. txt ) oh? will i have to set fire to the old room then? i hope you didn’t forget anything valuable in it.
(. txt ) … that would be nice, should i name him ‘fish friend’? and to enlighten you i am taking this seriously … truthfully my plans have been significantly compromised. you see, i met a rabid dog in a corridor and as you might assume, these animals do bite. but i will be fine as long as you’re safe with them … where are you?
(. txt ) ... do you know how weird you are like seriously i don't follow you but i am severely disappointed in your movie choices if you watched pacific rim before seeing great disney cinema bye byunghun
(. txt ) ... um. no? isn't it all waterlogged anyway idk who knows with this place anymore my computer better be safe you punctured the desktop with a lamp |:
(. txt ) all my stuff is in our room anyway pls you didn't really give me a choice there
(. txt ) WHY ARE YOU STILL TEXTING ME
(. txt ) moreover, why am i still texting you i'm gonna die and it's going to be your fault i swear to god
(. txt ) ... ... oh. you actually asked for something. okay i'll bring him to the room but just keep him in a glass jar i don't think eating these things are good for your health, pretty boy.
(. txt ) uhh. rabid dog. do they even have dogs on campus is that allowed why are you not with me i would kill it with fire ): don't worry, minty and potato friend are fine i know you're worried about them heh
(. txt ) ... idk. somewhere. alone. :u with the fishes.
(.txt) oh - is it possible that a supermodel shark devoured you? it seems these aquatic creatures have undergone a metamorphosis...ah - you're fond of films, are you not? i'm sure this is all reminiscent of the pacific rim story... (.txt) i do hope you haven't broken your promise, if i find your corpse i'll have to frankenstein you...one might wonder if i'll find myself clumsy and forget the feet. yes, the dead should be crossing their fingers.
(. txt ) ... what version of pacific rim have you seen because last i checked we don't have jaegers
(. txt ) scratch that HOW HAVE YOU SEEN PACIFIC RIM AND NOT THE LION KING ??? ? ??? wow you are so deprived
(. txt ) why are you texting me with water monsters on the loose do you want me to die so you can cut off my feet |: wow pretty boy, you're the worst
(. txt ) wouldn't i frankenstein myself if i died like the first time tho --
(. txt ) unless you're planning some crazy experiments then i am out of the room and moving back into the one i was assigned to ok bye
(. txt ) seriously though can u not we're in the middle of an emergency situation AND FIRE BREATH DOESN'T HELP IF I'M SURROUNDED IN WATER i can grill the fish though but i don't eat meat do you want them to put in glass jars or something you're weird maybe you'll eat them idk
(. txt ) by the way, potato friend and minty are safe (:
in which byunghun kidnaps jr to his now empty dorm room, and how they spend the morning after
byunghun
( / the clockstopper, glancing to frozen machine of eight-colon-zero-zero....zero-one, the circuits resurrect and he pushes damp fringe out of his face afore hiding away the collected treasures of pointed edges ... ) " still asleep? " ( / although honestly he can't tell, peers at bed opposite to his and approaches with soft sylph steps, slowly coming to a vague realization that normal people have the gift of being entitled to rest, and he pauses to stare, stare at the angelic face ... living thing that may be eroding these bones ) " . . . " ( / can't manage to call him lazy so instead the blanket is lifted, gentle tug of material to not jostle him and shoes abandoned, uniform recently ironed, he crawls underneath the warmth and with the space of twin beds much too small for two people, settles against the boy - why? ah, well, because he can, of course )
☆ JR
(. the threads of sleep are slowly coming undone and he's just a little more aware of his bed, the pillows, the sheets that wrap around his waist. his eyes don't open and he's still bleary, still trying to fall back into the peaceful slumber and the warmth that surrounds him --. but there's some disturbance, the blankets and the sheets tug at his arms and his voice is a sigh as he reaches, reaches --. a dip in the mattress. his back is against a solid form, too warm and it's confusion that makes his eyes blink open. ) ... ? wh -- .. (. byunghun. it's byunghun's chest his nose is buried in, and he should be used to these /really strange/ shows of affection [ ???? !! ] now that they've already kissed [ and that he's been kidnapped ] but he sits up straight away, face red, eyes wide. ) hey -- !! uh -- .. hey .... (. he trails off, staring, heart beating way too fast. ) don't you have your own bed or something um, why are you using mine didn't you already kidnap me yesterday isn't that enough for you --
byunghun
( / peace is a fairy-tale, romantic reverie occasionally clouding his vision when the silence comes to him, packaged in mute white and closed eyelids. decelerated breathing, sleep is an impersonator of death, but he doesn't seek to drift off to sea now, not on this wish to obliterate white noise wavelengths and find jonghyun's heartbeat...would it be the same as his? alas, quickly enough the moment is smothered by morpheus' departure, a shift in weight and he future sinks into the mattress, staring up to the boy with cherry cheeks and doe eyes and how he wishes he could resume the nocturne of silentium with a ballet of lips-to-lips ... nevertheless ) " enough? what an impression to have... " ( / muttered truths, not sure if he could love him enough in a hundred lifetimes, let alone one ) " i'd rather not, the unfavorable sun would get in my eyes. " ( / half life, half truth, his head tilts and although awkward on the cramped space his body waves on the axis, beginning to turn on his back ) " and it's lonely.
☆ JR
(. a half confused, half dazed smile tilts sideways on his lips and -- jr's sure that he's half asleep, he rubs his eyes; how long has byunghun been in bed with him?? surely not all night, he would remember, he would have known --. then again, when jr sleeps, he /sleeps/ so maybe .. his cheeks flush bright with rose petals and he bites the inside of his cheek, a quick sigh. ) yeah, i mean --. ??? (. so the sun is the problem. okay. ) well, i mean, if i'm going to stay here for the rest of forever i guess i could sleep on that bed instead since the sun bothers you, i -- .. ... (. he stops. he blinks. he leans over byunghun's body to look him in the eye, too wide smile and a blink of eye showing sleepy amusement. ) lonely?
byunghun
( / oh no - the corners of his mouth quirk downwards in haste at the rambling proposition, seconds away from pouncing, to shackle and imprison the boy beside him, can't let him runaway even to the other side of the room. fingers flex, overwrought appendages, but like the digital clocks time stops, a pause devoid of offensive chatter and he too is placid for the moment, chest rising and falling and roaring panic quieting ) " very much so. " ( / confession to the rotting cavities in his skull, alone with the vengeful thoughts worst of all - only to be amplified when not close enough, and he exhales, delayed, at that ridiculous smile that could keep him here forever ) " because of that, i do not rest easily. " ( / reaches upwards, wraps his arms around jonghyun's pretty neck and laces fingers together - rusted motion, so very slow and deliberate and gingerly he tugs, just wants him beside him again ) " so don't leave, okay? "
☆ JR
(. he still finds himself overlooking byunghun, staring into his eyes and he can't stop the lilt of the smile; it's like it's painted there --. byunghun is strange but even stranger still, he's completely honest and that.. that is something that jr finds so very interesting. ) i can let you sleep with potato friend, he's good company !! jeongguk likes to dress him up in strange clothes sometimes but that's okay, it looks cute on him; and oh, my brother -- he bought me a mint plant to grow up with potato friend !! they're going to be friends, hey --. are we friends, because that would be like, over nine thousand -- (. he cuts himself off with a laugh. ) besides, i don't think you'd like my morning breath. we'll all keep you company -- .. (. arms around his neck and here's that strange sense of affection again -- a tug down and jr is laying beside byunghun; stiff, unsure. what does he want, really? jr sure as hell doesn't know. ) i -- .. i can do that.
byunghun
( / ah, the chatter of vegetables and human vegetables, their spores breeding within the notches of jonghyun's cerebral maze, creating facetious apertures from the attenuated technicolor and orchestra of harmonized mediocrity. doesn't understand the fondness of wasting away, yet merely raises his eyebrows to that word he does not understand ) " friends? " ( / it's an unfamiliar weight upon his tongue...undefined, reserved for those attached to the world, and no more words are excavated from vocal cords for some time, lying beside him with pupils wandering...cannot declare a raison d'etre, not when he had thought... ) " Originally, the limbs sewn onto humans came in fours - four legs, four arms - and with a single head the universe had carved them Gemini faces. " ( / the archaic myth forever stalking him, and he extends his hand towards the ceiling, palm up and fingers spread, light dancing between svelte bones ) " everyone a severed conjoined twin, i had thought, particularly in the formative years, that i was one of the universe's singular constants among the variables. long ago, during a summer i had begun a collection of polycepalic creatures, as you might imagine, that had shared the placenta. when discovered by humans they were defined as mutants, treated as if they were forlorn for their short life spans, but i was very envious of them...was meticulous in preserving their corpses within jam jars. " ( / without melancholy his words seem like a fable - knitting a story, something of curio because his heart could not falter. the fingers curl in the sunlight and the pupils in his eyes swerve to the side, to see jonghyun, to put away the urge to crush this 'potato friend' ) " well, in the end father smashed the glass and turned the bodies into marmalade. funny, yes? " ( / - it isn't, it is, he chuckles once or twice, lets the arm fall onto the bed as he sits up, sudden and quick so the blood rushes to his head ) " ...Thank you. " ( / must be a confirmation, the nod of the universe, finally he could pluck a rose - and muse, softly underneath his breath, a specter smile on his lips ) " Yes, we are friends. "
☆ JR
(. he's never laid this close to another person before --. well, that's a lie, jeongguk has probably laid on top of him when they were play wrestling and eric more than likely shared the same bed with him when they were smaller and jr had his nightmare phase but -- he's never shared a [ tiny ] bed with someone who has kissed him. pink cheeks and head resting on the same pillow as byunghun's precious, pretty head, jr just watches, stares --. probably creepy, definitely creepy but then again, byunghun is probably no different with his kidnapping rituals and kissing people randomly in the middle of the hall. but when the other man repeats himself [ like it's in disbelief ] jr can't help but smile with eyes twinkling, too excited -- ) yeah !! friends, you know; do i have to sing the fun song now because i don't think that's really appropriate -- (. but he cuts himself off when byunghun begins speaking, words that jr never uses make it a little hard to follow but he still sees images peppered in his mind like byunghun is telling a story [ even though, let's be real, he probably doesn't even understand what polycepalic creatures means ]. but it's still something pretty, pretty words for a pretty person even if the ending is very sad -- and when byunghun asks if the story is funny, jr /frowns/. he lifts his head and digs his chin into the other man's shoulder before slumping back to fake down pillow with a huff. ) doesn't sound funny to me. more like sad. you just wanted to be with people, didn't you? (. his eyes travel to byunghun's tiny [strong ] back as he sits up, he can't help his fingers from twisting, reaching out and grabbing hold of his arm. ) what's wrong?
byunghun
( / finally - recommenced reciprocation, touches akin to radio signals, the communication of oxygen and hydrogen, atoms and thermodynamic language. to suddenly feel less alone was a sin, but indulge regardless, the flint and steel striking one another on rhythmic inflections within his organs where a fire would grow and consume them. he hums, genuine consideration for the past and the buried mentality - but fruitless, he had forgotten exactly who he had been in order for reinvention ) " no, not... " ( / mid-sentence break, train of thoughts colliding and crushing one another and he looks back, arteries coiling and heart lurching - not sure if he wants to introduce him to truth or shelter him from the acid rain anymore ) " ...I suppose I'm troubled. I recently learned that not all that die here come back. if there is a pattern to this, I do not know but - " ( / syllables giving into the frightened lucidity, and yet they halt, shrivel and die as he cover's jonghyun's hand with his own, traces the bone with the diaphanous, calloused finger pads, counts to twelve in his head - the internal clock ringing loud, so loud ) " i don't want you to die again. " ( / if he had to, he'll put him in an over-sized jar to keep him safe, he'll cut off hands if they dare try to rupture him ) " i won't let you. "
☆ JR
(. he listens. that's because that's all that he can do, he doesn't know byunghun well nor does he claim to --. they were just two people who met by chance, and now things are colliding like a train wreck. he looks hesitant, so jr smiles -- bright, toothy; grips his arm a little more firm because he's /there/. that's what byunghun wanted, right? why else would he go to these kind of lengths to remain ' close ', jr still doesn't really know what that means -- how close? so many questions, but byunghun is lost on his own path and it's better to provide answers than to make things more confusing. maybe. ... then again, he probably just confused himself more. ) ... (. oh. he's worried. well -- ) why are you worried about me? i'm too dumb to die a second time; they chewed me up and spat me out and still don't want me. (. he laughs then, pats an arm only to have byunghun's hand cover his instead and so, he sighs. ) you know, you probably think too much --. you gotta take things as they come, no worries, right i mean, hakuna matata --. please tell me you've seen the lion king. (. he makes a face as he laughs, tugs on byunghun's arm lightly in an effort to get him to /relax/. lay down, take a load off. ) come on, do you really think i want to die a second time? (. he looks, he waits. ) i can take care of myself too, you know. besides i made a promise -- guess i'd like to stick to it. (. he pauses, waits. this bed is too small and his cheeks are too red when he muffles his voice in the pillow. ) i'll be fine, i promise.
byunghun
( / oh that word...if only there was an effective treatment against it that did not include intravenous therapy with peroxide. dumb, perhaps invested in insignificant endeavors, but lacking intelligence? the corners of his mouth twitch, subtle frown on vacant visage - shoulders slumping, bewildered by the maunder, illustrating a concept of present moment...what a naïve perspective...) " what is this 'lion king'? i assure you, i have never seen him. " ( / strange facial language, no, he can't translate it but he attempts to speak with rapid blinks in succession, his head enveloped by cotton candy when tugged, invited to lie back down, by the boy whose cheeks again are tinted in the pigmentation of romantic flowers...the sugar grows, stretches down his throat to his chest and presses against his rips - a pleasant infestation - he nods ) " how brave... " ( / it is, and he gives into the allure, drift down to earth, push the hair out of jonghyun's sanguine face, feed off idyllic existence - a kiss of different persuasion. porcelain lips pressed against his forehead, can feel the joining melting hoarfrost that had perennially glossed his soul ) " of course, if you die it will be two promises broken. " ( / wants to stay close, hovering above him, wishes to place his palm to his chest so he can properly measure the pulse of a twin flame...but doesn't go further than wishes, craving to see and do the work of god and the devil ) " ...also, you're not dumb, jonghyun. " ( / yet he bites his cheek, resists and is eaten by the mattress, to lie on his side and thread fingers through the boy's hair...become memorized by hues, the swimming pisces in irises, and breathe - breathe slowly )
☆ JR
(. an eyebrow raised -- he isn't sure what led to the the bewilderment written all over byunghun's face, the frown. but it's cleared from his mind when he learns that the other male doesn't know the /lion king/ --. wat. who doesn't know the lion king, or .. at least, who hasn't heard of the lion king, jr is completely thrown off balance. ) ... it's a movie ... that you and i are going to watch on the laptop later. don't throw a lamp through this one okay, i need it for reasons. also, you owe me a desktop. (. he laughs; if he's quite honest he doesn't hope to see a penny of what byunghun owes him or a new computer sitting in the corner so he was half joking when he said it --. a sigh escapes him when finally, finally byunghun lays down only to make his heart beat rampant in his chest. he kissed him again, burning lips on the skin of his forehead feel like they scorch but it's okay, it's totally okay. it puts a smile on his face anyway. ) hey --. i said i wouldn't die okay, and i think i can count -- do you trust me? (. he laughs -- well, if he were byunghun, the answer would be no. after all, within seconds of their meeting jr kind of set his hair on fire --. his eyes flicker over byunghun's face, his own a mess of strange emotion and tight smiles because he doesn't know what's going on and he doesn't think he'll get an answer either, but it's okay because byunghun is beautiful and he looks relaxed so that's good right??? ) i -- yeah, i am. but it's okay, because sometimes it's the dumbest creatures that always survive. (. a blink -- and hands are playing in his hair, fingers tightening around the strands and jr scoots closer [ as if they're not close already ]. a stare with a dazed half smile on his face before he leans in and presses a kiss to byunghun's cheek, slumps back to the pillow and closes his eyes. he shouldn't think about this anymore, shouldn't think about trying to figure out byunghun anymore. it'll only give him more of a headache. ) i'm still sleepy ..
byunghun
( / exactly what life is this - will he don the harlequin's mask and attend a masquerade of normalcy? movies were reserved for sora, delicate cousin deserving of such candied delights, to blindfold her to the bloodshed...yes, viewing this 'lion king' film, though surreal and venous, is enticing...albeit, only because of who makes the proposition of chrono-vampirism ) " ...a new desktop, okay, i'll buy one for you. " ( / sleep deprived murmur, commitment blossomed from the festering wound unidentified, tar in his torso, in his skull...ah, what is this ill feeling? he listens to jonghyun's insistence of stupidity, but he knows that isn't true, cords in his head tugged taunt at the deprecation - or is it, with that optimistic tone? twitch in his brow, and he doesn't understand, is still fixated on examining diamond corneas and contemplating the matter of trust, the burn on his tongue and rock salt sliding down his throat. no, that is the answer, and he doesn't vocalize it because for once he has a qualm against lying, will not manipulate his hypothesis to put himself in favor, not today, not when he exists as rotting meat, a home to maggots and meal for buzzards. could, won't, uncertain whether or not he is capable of what people call trust, throwing it around - one might believe it equates to nothing - mind in disarray and how heinous it is of him to have lived the past twenty one years and not accumulate the knowledge for confidence in his cognition. but when jonghyun kisses him, conscious action to be drawn closer and to place affection on his cheek, it dismantles his agony in nuclear explosion, the mark warm - heartbeat throbbing, radiation poisoning ) " ...you're cute, you're lovely. " ( / scandalous whispers from his drying lips, could cut himself open for this vulnerability, yet cannot stop the stumbling. the green romanticists plant roots in his thighs, his eyes. with index and right finger in pairs they trail down, weave through hair and across jaw bone, and then the touch is no more, leaving a cranny, a niche of void as his hand rests on the blankets, watching jonghyun lie there, eye closed and unguarded, susceptible to harm and asking for dreams...he could break him right now, but he won't ) " then fall asleep, i'll make sure the monsters don't crawl from underneath the bed to bite off your toes. " ( / may he decapitate anyone that attempts to interrupt, and if they don't, then perhaps he'll be able to fall asleep too )
✩ JR
(. there's no way that jr is going to let byunghun slip his way out of this one -- the lion king is a staple disney movie; you haven't lived until you've experienced it at least once !!! and looking at the way byunghun's face contorts and twists as if he's not sure -- nope. ) you're not wiggling your way out of this, pretty boy. we're watching it later; think of it as payment for kidnapping me or .. idk something. (. oops he just spoke in chat speak oh well. a little chuckle escapes him; the computer is really the least of his worries so long as he has his laptop, but -- ) make sure it's a nice one, then !! all the features ok, webcam included. (. he doesn't really pay much attention to the fact that byunghun doesn't answer his question -- or maybe he does and doesn't want to press it; he just smiles, smiles, smiles. it doesn't bother him in the least, to be honest, if he were byunghun, he probably wouldn't trust himself either. why then, does he want him so close? ) i -- .. wait what. (. the compliments rolling from byunghun's tongue make jr blink in his confusion, he doesn't understand. cute? lovely? no, he's used to insults from jeongguk and laughter from his peers; never cute, never lovely. ) you're so weird how am i even cute i am a /man/. (. the words are whispered sleepily, anything but manly as he yawns, pulls the sheet up to his chin [ and makes sure that byunghun is well -covered, too ]. his eyes drift and his lips are soft -smiling, too amused but too sleepy to laugh. ) what if i didn't ask for that? i just -- .. (. he yawns again, he's drifting, he's dreaming. ) want you to sleep too.
byunghun
" oh? " ( / lethargic question that finds a bizarre impishness, his eyes heavy sandbags blinking on a rhythm controlled by inevitable allargando...the apex of subliminal distortion cuts at his consciousness, sleep waiting to take him away, or merely teasing him ) " i was completely under the impression that you were a woman. that explains the lack of bosoms, seems i have been deceived. " ( / the duvet meets the mandible, hides this countenance that must surely express a hint of his contained mirth, and the fondness, he never could describe any yawn but an animal's to be endearing but jonghyun's is - or perhaps it's because he's still being caramelized, organs sore and sweet and cutting him like razor blades in the most fantastic and dreadful way ) " ...I will. " ( / of course, he does not know that, wouldn't prefer it, as once his mind is lost to the waking world he will experience righteous torment, but then again...with jonghyun beside him, maybe the dreams will be different this time. pleasant even. so he reaches for the cute /man's/ hand, fits his fingers in the spaces and outlines invisible circles with his thumb - that is comforting, correct? continues with the phantom drawings and observes respiration and wonders how nice it'd be to graph the inhales and exhales and have them written on his wrist so he'd never forget. and he does close his eyes in the midst of these thoughts, and he does dream - dreams of spiders crawling from orifices of throat, eyes, ears and can feel their legs prick at those withering organs - but it's not half as terrifying as it would be, not when moving his hand there's another life clutching onto him, and the dream, oddly enough, feels pleasant )
(. revival was something he didn’t expect — waking up in the same spot, he felt his life’s blood spilling from his wounds, the crunch of bones that are now unbroken; to say that kim jonghyun is surprised is pretty much an understatement. in truth, he spent about ten minutes on the ground, staring up at the sky with the widest of smiles on his face regardless of the panic around him or the confusion or whatever the fuck was going on anymore —. he’s alive. the prayer that he whispered in his final moments, the last smile he gave [ it’ll be okay, it’ll be okay ] .. it was really answered. it was a miracle.
but laying in the middle of a practical battlefield was probably not a smart thing to do even for a moment, let alone the ten that jr decided to lay there for so —. up to his feet, eyes searching for a familiar face, hoping to find jeongguk in the crowd or eric or someone.. anyone. he climbs stairs and passes by a flurry of unfamiliar faces, people bumping into his shoulders and whispering crying panicking. he can’t say that he’s surprised, but jr smiles anyway — there’s enough of the panic going around and he’s okay. he has no reason to frown. but a familiar voice catches his ears, it screams and it’s not too far off and it’s calling his name. he blinks, confused, but then his eyes widen. ) minseok —.
(. his feet speed up because kim minseok is not equipped to deal with a situation like this, blind as he is and there’s a clench in his stomach at the thought. this was not the place for someone like him, monsters forming from the floors with teeth the size of chopping blocks. but it’s quick smiles that are nervous and hopeful when he finds his hyung, when he reaches out and squeezes his shoulder. ) you called for me? what am i, a genie in a bottle hyung what’s the stitch —. wait, no that’s kim possible, she’s not a genie uhh oops — (. he’s blabbering, trying to cease the look of panic on minseok’s face, it’s all okay, it’s okay. they’re both okay. ) were you looking for me?
jonghyun ah! (/ he's late. he's what, one, two days late now? but hell, with the blights happening, better late than never, right?; now, though, he walks over and taps his younger sibling on his shoulder, the other hand behind his back, /obviously/ hiding something ) happy, now belated birthday, sweet brother of mine. (/ with that said, he shows the other what he had hidden; a sprout, growing in a glass jar -- artsy ) it's a mint plant. it should grow along with your precious potato.
(. that’s a familiar voice — well, that and no one here really calls him jonghyun besides that byunghun kid that acts like hibari or something, but that’s another story for a different day. his head whips around to see his older brother coming his way and it takes all of jr’s strength not to run at him at full speed to tackle him in a sudden sense of vengeance for disappearing and / or missing his birthday. maybe a bit of both. ) hyung !! (. a sense of relief still floods him though, because eric is okay and that’s what really matters now, and — ) hey, where have you even been; don’t tell me you’ve been off in search of the perfect meal or something like, wow such cool so kind. to think you could forget your baby brother’s birthday — hey, did you know i died??? (. and there it is. jr is probably the king of not -so -subtle subject changes, and he’s frankly not so observant either —. so the little plant that eric is hiding behind his back? he doesn’t notice it until it’s held out to him and the thoughts that were tumbling like a train wreck from his head to his mouth suddenly stop like a collision and his whole world has been shaken. anything he just said is lost to the wind, long forgotten in his excitement. ) you brought some company for potato friend !!!!! you give even better presents than that byunghun guy, (. and at this, his cheeks turn a little pink but jr hardly notices — ) potato friend is going to be so happy; you’re like. the best big brother ever. (. it’s true though, jr idolizes his brother in a bad way, but that’s another story for a different day. gentle hands take the glass jar and he’s smiling way too wide when he leans in to give a little sniff at the mint plant. ) hmm —.. should i just call him mint?
kim jonghyun is a vegetarian because suddenly meat started tasting very.. weird in his mouth one day. needless to say, it completely turned him off to the taste. ... his older brother eric nam doesn't really say anything about the change in diet because he thinks his brother knows. ... he doesn't.
#SHARED THE WOMB jr’s older brother. they’re pretty tight, jr loves him to death and looks up to him like he’s success baby and his older brother thinks he’s a gay little shit but you know, it’s cool.
#COOL STORY BRO the people that get really seriously fucking annoyed by jr’s random chatter. he’s really nice, yeah sure whatever, but what the hell is he saying half the time? no one really knows and he annoys these people more than the average dodo. ( multiple ! )
#BESTIES only jeon jeongguk would ever legitimately babysit his potato friend, tuck him into a lettuce bed and dress him up swaggie style. he’s also the only one who would ever sit next to jr while he types out replies to his kai rper and act them out dramatically. but you didn’t hear it from me.
#THAT’S SO ANIME okay yeah, it’s no surprise that shiraishi mai and kim jonghyun are the biggest nerds probably in all of ever, but for them to meet at orientation and to click so fast?? that’s wassup. totally anime, right there, no doubt about it. :u super best friends who are just really super nerdy together, no lie.
#GETTING THE D it’s no secret that kim jonghyun is a fucking idiot and he probably would ruin any relationship he attempted to get into just by mentioning the fact he has to go home and tuck in his potato friend and read it gay fanfiction for a bedtime story. but kim minseok ( strangely ) finds some kind of interest in jr because he's the only person that treats him like ... well, a person. and jr only lives to give people what they want.
#PULLING STRINGS jr is pretty sure that lee byunghun is the reincarnation of hibari from katekyo hitman reborn!! or something because wow, who else would call him an herbivore and have the personality of a mafia man tbh. but something draws these two together ( for whatever reason that may be -- a red string? ) despite their extreme differences in .. well, everything. jr constantly gets hurt by all the things he does, but he still finds himself smiling in byunghun's presence -- a little bit of kindness warms the heart. and perhaps, it's starting to warm them both.
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