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haeil nodded he was told to not be so negative. he had no way of knowing his past, or just how often he relied on positive thinking whenever he had a sudden craving, so he excused him. “right,” he said instead, letting it go as he did with most things. he learned from a young age that biting his tongue was often the better route to take. “you’ve never been turned on by a stick figure?” he was able to maintain a straight face as he asked, acting like it was a common situation people found themselves in. “who wouldn’t rather that?” sex was one of the few vices he still had left, so he took advantage of it often. hooking up was easy and he never had to worry about someone wanting to stick around.
“do i appreciate tragedy or do i appreciate realism? i’ve lived long enough to know that happily ever after is a thing of movies.” he’d known it for awhile. maybe he could afford to be more positive thinking, as hunseo had encouraged, but it seemed pointless. “you can believe whatever you want though.” just because he felt a certain way didn’t mean he didn’t think others could feel differently. if he wanted to think that happy endings are obtainable, good for him. haeil knew better. “jack’s an iconic role, my feelings about the movie aside. you sure you can live up to that?” he was messing with him, though with his typical deadpan sense of humor that might not come through. “making rose a boy would be a good edit. actually, making anything gay is a great revision in general. so many movies would’ve been better if it had just been gay. i don’t need a happy ending though.”
the short response was enough to earn a scrunched nose and huff from hunseo, but he didn’t push. he barely knew the boy, nonetheless felt like he had a place to push for anything beyond a right. instead he was focusing on the question that followed, his eyes widened in near-judgment, a small, confused smirk tugging onto his lips before rolling his eyes. “i can’t say i have. unless you count my snickering every time i accidentally drew the body long and the legs too high, leaving a little too much extra between. the last time i laughed at that was middle school, though, okay? don’t judge.” he pouted at the thought of it, before humming in agreement. “i’m sure there’s someone out there, but there has to be some excitement in just... getting off right before you know you’re about to die, right? a last moment of complete bliss before... well, whatever comes next. that’s a much bigger talk.”
realism. something hunnie tried to pretend didn’t exist. after losing his mother, he always wanted to keep a positive outlook on everything, and that meant believing that no matter what, he would end up happy. “why do you appreciate realism? what’s wrong with a little fantasy? i think there’s plenty of happiness to be found, even if there is an occasional bump- or a lot of bumps. that’s what i like about romances, though. i like the idea of having someone you’re willing to go through the bumps with.” he was simply a hopeless romantic, as surprising as it was due to his lack of ever really committing. it didn’t make his heart any less soft. “well, you can, too, of course. i think the middle would be the safest place to be, right? maybe one day we can meet there.” he gave a happy little nod, but it was very quickly followed by a feigned offended gasp. “hey! i am a performer. i am capable of a lot. i can even cry right now if you really want me to prove it to you. just say the word and i’ll be happy to show off.” his eyes actually lit up at the idea of being challenged, but his lack of shame definitely made the idea a little nerve wracking. “you might not need one, but happy ending you will get. no sadness allowed, only happiness and forevers. sharing wooden, floating doors all the way to freedom, it’ll be a hit.”
