red string [yuna&jaesung]
hgjaesung:
there were so many words jaesung wanted to say. so many bottled up apologies and confessions he wants to get off his chest. but it doesn’t feel right. this is the first normal conversation they have had in a long while and jaesung isn’t entirely sure if he wants to risk steering that more south.
instead, he nods, the corner of his mouth pulling into a lazy smirk as he spares the photo frame another glance. “i don’t think he would really appreciate a scrapbook… no one likes working for my father that much. but i heard he recently moved in with his girlfriend so i figured he might like a couple of decorative pieces.”
“but it’s… as expected.” he offers as a reply, his smile faltering a little as he is once again reminded of the lie he has been telling for years. “i’m used to waiting and hosting but as it turns out, it’s a whole different to manage orders and staff. but my dad trained me well so i got the hang of it eventually.”
“aah yeah yeah- i’ve seen some of the announcements around town. are you having another show anytime soon? do- do you need help carrying your supplies?” even though, jaesung couldn’t live the life he wanted to, he was glad yuna was. he had always loved her art, always made sure she knew just how much he did when he attended her shows. and he still does although he stopped coming, has considered many times to send in one of his siblings and buy one of her pieces for the restaurant. but somehow that sounds like he would only be making it worse so he doesn’t, settles for the memories instead.
“no.. no, i’m not.” another faltering smile, only this time accompanied with a dismissive roll of his shoulders. “i’m still writing songs but i don’t think there is a career for me there. and even if there was, i’m afraid it’s too late now. but it’s okay. i’m happy.” he is not, that’s only a lie he tells himself. a lie he tells everyone. “but how’s your mother? are you still living with her?”
“That works too,” Yuna nodded. “You can get them a succulent or something. Not too personal, not too expensive but something they would enjoy,” she suggested.
It was an innocent conversation, talking about the past, catching up, but for whatever reason it just felt sad. They use to be best friends once, and now they were like this. Jaesung left a lot of questions unanswered, his behaviour being hostile to her one day and then like this the next.
Maybe he just wanted to end things with her, and perhaps he felt bad about his behaviour now. But Yuna didn’t know, and she couldn’t assume either. It was safe to say that she didn’t know Kim Jaesung at all anymore, and he likely didn’t want to open himself up to her like that.
“They say that practice makes perfect,” she said. “I’m sure your staff appreciate you.”
The offer to help was surprising, simply because this was not what she was use to from him nowadays. He hadn’t been to any of her shows as of late, a further sign that he wanted to cut ties with her. At least, this was how it came off in her mind. “I’m okay,” she said, offering a smile. “I take the car myself so I can arrange it in there and drop it off at the studio...or ask them to deliver straight there,” she explained, even though he hadn’t asked.
“I am having another one soon though,” she confirmed. “Hopefully in the summertime, I kind of have some ideas roaming around but it’s all up in the air.”
“I don’t think it’s too late,” she said. “It’s never too late to chase your dreams. If it’s something you want to do, you should go for it.” It was easier said than done, of course, but she didn’t think he should give up. It was always clear how he felt about music, she could always see it. “But it’s your life...we’re not close for me to tell you what to do or know how you feel, but I don’t think it’s ever too late.”
“My mother is good, she’s going on a lot more trips so I talk to her on the phone mostly and just live at home by myself. It’s nice when I start working on art pieces, because I end up taking a lot of space.”
