( SMS ): Cunt, you didn’t even show up last time. What makes you think I’ll believe you.
Digits press on the flashing screen. Brown eyes agitated from all that staring he’s done on his phone–almost throwing imaginary daggers at the sender if it wasn’t for the fact that he may or may not have been ditched on by Myungsoo once. He knew little of what trust means, yet here he is, giving Myungsoo his whole as if the latter means anything to him.
Bullshit.
Enough with all the stoic demeanour !! Myungsoo is one of the very means of his existence. Sure, his love for living gets out of hand especially with the thought of having to toy around with his libido; however, the answer still varies. He was teasing the latter as always. He actually believes him. Their conversations consist of childish banters only the two would unfathomably enjoy in, but when it comes to their downfall, they both know each other very well.
He couldn’t refuse. He could stay in bed all day long and just have his bitch friend arrive at his door step, but on the scale of 1-10 of Clyde’s supposed asshole meter, the meter diminishes–sabotaged by the idea of losing a friend. He does what he’s told anyway–actually, he’s been walking around the area ever since Myungsoo had sent him a message. He just decided to play a little game called hard to get. Tired from all the walking, he lays on the floor, hands are folded behind his head, enjoying the sun about to meet its descend with his round sunglasses donned on him.
There’s nothing wrong with it, right? With Myungsoo taking the pride of being a vigilante like his friend, it may be a plagiarized idea but he had always been a soldier of the law, not literally, but he does have a primary knowledge about everything around Seoul, how its dirty streets were painted with blood by groups of different people fight pointlessly because of their own selfish reasons, some do it for their family, some do it for dignity, most do it for pride, and that unconscious thought isn’t something that Myungsoo would like to see every day, not when he knows he can do something about it.
The ring of his phone is inevitable; he knows Clyde would see him, even without the answer but the look is essential for him to know that his accusation is true.
And it is, and he wonders if his friend would be resentful of him for being just like him, when he took the title away, but then again, what can he do? Clyde was away for too long, and the city needs someone who could prove that justice is still there to be served. He isn’t fighting for nothing anymore, he knows that even when the mankind doesn’t owe him anything, he has to prove that this is something that he’ll want to die for.
Myungsoo ruffles his hair while walking out of his apartment, the reason why he couldn’t come to their supposedly meeting was because he was injured and the wound is still painful along his ribcage, and that’s probably why it took him around two week to respond to his friend, which probably took everything seriously. Typical Clyde, he snorts, but that doesn’t erase the fact that the latter may smile at the thought of this, at the thought of something that he brings along the way to their designated place to meet. Because finally, he can say that he’s helping his dear friend in proving that justice may be real.
He doesn’t know the sudden change of attitude or maybe he’s always been like that until he felt and until he managed to see something else, a light by the end of his own dark tunnel, and yet with that he can also attest that the light can be dimmed and thus, it is what happened to him. Myungsoo couldn’t feel anything anymore but the need to do something right, for once, aside from having a supportive half-brother, and of course, Clyde is the second person who will believe in him no matter what.
( msg ) if you want to hear the good news, meet me.
( msg ) if not, then good luck sleeping tonight.
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