continued....
( space jam ) ; ⸺ + @grimbound !
what's the worst thing that could happen? they kill each other? (or more accurately, joon kills lucas). surely it won't escalate to that degree, surely it isn't a bad idea. when joon saw lucas's text, he should have had the good sense to ignore it and put his phone aside. but instead, as usual, his fingers moved faster than the speed of light.
fine. he texted. then he got up and went to the convenience store, picked up beer, and he went to right where he knew lucas would be, too. there were approximately 20 opportunities to make a better decision, and park minjoon took none of them.
so he's bouncing a basketball, glaring with a particularly knifelike intensity at lucas across from him. it's rare enough to see joon in anything but slacks and pressed button-ups, at times even full on suits. tonight he wears a pair of black sweat pants, a white undershirt and his usually perfection has been set aside. his navy blue dress shirt is unbuttoned, waving in the late night summer breeze.
joon is wearing sneakers. it's true that miracles exist. or maybe it's more like an omen, something seen only before the end.
with both palms he pushes the basketball at hurling speeds towards lucas's head in a pass, if you can call it that. and he turns to pick up his beer bottle that sat on the gritty court, chugging some down in the apparent half time.
"you must have a lot of free time. not just to come out here and play but to spend so much of your time running around after me with a broom like a janitor." joon leans his lanky height down to put the bottle back down next to the 5 other discarded ones. his ears are red, his eyes are bloodshot; if it's not bad enough... he's tipsy.
