[ squirt » 21:37 ] Is there any reason you look good today, Jeyun-ssi?
[ squirt » 21:37 ] ^___^
( / taps on your shoulder in passing, hands retreating to himself in pretense of not having touched you at all. his phone’s shoved back into his pocket, no real urgency in needing to see your potential reply all nice and pretty on his lock screen. at the corner of his eye, the ceiling lamp flickers over your head, the latter sleek but not slick. it’s 9-something, yessir. close to 10. hoping you don’t mind that he’s only showing up now (smellin’ like a seven-course-meal haphazardly reduced to three-and-a-half merely due to survivors’ guilt, at that), he sighs and makes his way back to your side of the room, steps measured, careful, slow. )
( / smiles with the corners of his mouth pulled in, taking the liberty to perch himself on the edge of your workspace, arms crossed over his chest as he watches you in curiosity more than anything else, ^___^’ing out loud once he’s done giving you the nth once-over within the span of your ten minutes together. )
hello it’s ian again... with a man this time (not shocking if you know me)
i don’t have any plots or wanted connections save for corresponding canons but if you want something stupid hmu. like parent like son, i bring you... the ever so ridiculous knave.
baby pak! literally. born to a family of three adults in 2021. a sagittarius through & through
if you thought your life was uneventful, sangyeop can count the number of times he’s seen a movie or played with someone his age on one hand. maybe one and a half even though that’s.. not how fingers technically work. dumbass, we stan
i’m exaggerating a little but god yea he’s still been your ordinary joe getting by for all his youth
has always sorta dreamed of being Not An Ordinary Joe, can’t really blame him
but how! fuck if he knows at age 18 himself, right
lanky excuse of a guy decides to just kick back and relax a little after high school while he figures it out... until about two years pass by and he’s still Trying
“fuck bitches, get money” plays in the background when he eventually, impulsively decides to just.. go right ahead and join the military
god his life sucks Major ASS (pun intended)
“might as well get it over with” is his excuse though so whatever. no one’s stopping you, my guy
~*~*~29302549 allegiant duties later~*~*~
damn ok... so what Now
dad’s passed, mom’s still around, big bro’s really out there... being forty-something
“i don’t know what to tell you, baby. just get a job i guess”
ok but HOW. he’s losing his mind being a neet in the smack dab middle of the 21st century
[click]
*minding his own business on the street one day, probably coming home from a bowl of ramen he’d barely been able to afford*
some stranger in passing: “man.... waste of good looks if you’re just dressing like that”
sangyeop: Huh
stranger: i got something for you
[ heavy bass, some flashing lights, and one (1) man so well-kept and tall you don’t even know who died just for him to be here later ] nts nts nts nts
“you score five deals in one night, you’re hired”
poor bastard’s been watching everyone’s lives from the outside looking in, he’s so jittery about finally putting all of this character study to USE (just because he hasn’t watched movies with someone his age doesn’t mean he hasn’t watched movies)
said bastard scores six and reports them as seven, does indeed get recruited by whatever the hell it is he just got himself into
guy’s a firm believer of the fact that a lot of the mundane is actually pretty comforting if you’re not picky
until... right about now.
blood money’s all for him first, his mom second! not-so-filial ass bitch!
I get called about twenty names over the course of, say, fifteen hours a day. Most are fond, some borderline terrible (but with that coming from me, not bad at all). I’ve got a special place for all of ‘em in my head amongst other things, but the minute I’m told I should watch it when I’m being called into a space that isn’t this one? Eh. I can’t tell if I’m supposed to jot that next one down or carry on and leave it with the hopes of it to resurface. It probably will. This isn’t the first time I’ve seen that particular woman and I know it won’t be the last. She looks absolutely pissed. If you put us beside each other in front of a mirror, I’d only be able to confirm why.
It’s just a beckoning beyond the scene. Comes with the job that isn’t too much of a job. People are still out in the blue night and I’m nothing short of honored to be one of them while it isn’t jet black. I’m scared about how I’m not scared when my steps are brisk and light towards the curb, headed for that luxury ride that no one questions is my own. Their eyes a bit harsh, themselves easier. (It really isn’t, by the way.) I don’t exactly walk straight, but no one cares. Do I want them to? Oh whatever, it’s your life versus mine. Good evening, it’s really chilly out so stay warm, plain old nothing all in passing. My words are faster than my fingers when they grip onto what is tangible and real. Not here, I think.
They’re already there.
“Give me a minute,” I say when the passenger door’s opened and closed in the same blink, in no real hurry to put on my seatbelt in the next. Musk is louder than dusk here, my anxiety somewhere in the middle when I scan the premises for someone who’s far more tired of this shit than those who work for the masterminds behind it all. It’s a trademark kind of exhausted, what with all things extravagant left and right not even allowed to ignite some kind of fire in that branded gaze. He doesn’t flinch. Just from the mere sight of his back, you would know. It’s almost boring if you ask me... but I won’t give him anything for it because he already does so much more than I do. Fucking PEMDAS? That kills me enough on its own, God damn.
I’m asked if we’re leaving now and all I have to say right back is, “It’s not my ride.” Seatbelt clicking across my lap, I see he’s the most mundane thing in an increasingly tireless crowd. We’re eventually enveloped in bright lights that don’t retain their shape even at a four way. “Let’s not be gone too long.” I’m not sure if I say that much out loud. Dull, crisp outerwear and a black-matted head’s out of sight, my mind wishing all the same.
