#fairrcn

[joorista]

( @fairrcn

Squish. Squish. ......sneeze. squish squish squish....sneeze. .........SQUISHSQUISHSQUISH SNEEZE.

fuck.

Joowon doesn’t have many weaknesses. At least not many that he’d identify out loud. His arch-nemesis could be waiting in any corner to strike. So he tries to keep himself as fit and alert as possible. He expects his weakness to strike him after he’s recognized his specialty. Only after Superman rose to prominence did he find out kryptonite could kill him. Why should he operate any other way?

Given that he hasn’t found his specialty, his ability, his assigned prowess he finds it rather offensive that he’s become the target of an attack right now. Yes currently Joowon is being attacked. Source of the attack: a kitten. Where’d he find this destroyer of worlds? While he was running an errand, well finishing --- driving through the streets on his bicycle and trying not to get killed by speeding cars. Honestly he’d be really grateful if super-speed became his thing.

The rain strikes leaving no sympathy for anyone. Not him, not the hundred of cars passing him by and drenching him and certainly not the cat trying to climb out a box and falling into the middle of the street. In front of him and the cars. Joo remembers swerving, crashing and getting fucked up all at once.

He has a bit of a good samaritan in him so he picks up the cat, white and soaked as he is in his arms. It’s halfway into the ride, bloodied from knees down and drenched from feet up that he starts sneezing. It gets so bad that he’s sneezing and swerving and he’s got claws of death raking lines into his skin. 

Rain blurs his vision, rain, pain and tears. So he follows instinct. Instinct leads him to a stop, bike discarded at the curb and feet splashing through the doors.

Squish. Squish. ......sneeze. squish squish squish....sneeze. .........SQUISHSQUISHSQUISH SNEEZE.

“JOOOOOOOOOOOOY HELP ME I DK WHAT TO DO WITH THIS ANIMAL. IT’S TEARING INTO MY SKIN.” It should be noted that he does in fact pronounce the acronym rather than say it and that he’s dripping blood, rain and cat fur all onto the polished floor of the Moulin Pooch. ( It should also be noted that the lack of exclamation marks means he’s not yelling the fact more than he’s announcing, and shoving the cat forward while it continues to bite into his hand.)

[kiddaeng]

"my memory is failing me. i don't remember where exactly i read it and who wrote it but it goes a little something like... fortitude...! it means fixity of purpose. it means endurance. it means having the strength to live with what constrains you."

// @fairrcn

“this morning my horoscope said I should avoid a traveling salesman, if you’re trying to learn how to sell drugs, this is not the way to go. not that I’m an expert but - I’m way better than that. sounds like you took it off a popsicle stick.”

he’s kidding. and it’s why he tries so hard to make his smile as big and as silly ( obnoxious ) as possible so she knows he’s kidding. sometimes it’s easy to joke with joy and sometimes his jokes are taken for more than what they are - offenses against her character. and she is if anything, a character that doesn’t deserve such offense. a lady of particular respect, demanded and asserted everywhere she went.  

but it’s kind of early and the minute daehyun heard her proposal he’d been waiting to see how she’d propose the argument. over breakfast of course because practice lasted an extra two hours and he’s tired as hell.

“the only thing constraining you from getting your ears pierced is you’re a big baby. so how about we use that endurance to strengthen your will and go get it done hm?” he says it over a carton of milk, one that he’s chugging rather barbarically by the fridge. daehyun suspects she hates that kind of thing but he’s been too suit and tie recently to try and pin himself up again.

“if you’re saying it’s my purpose to take you to do this then sure, but if you’re saying I need to live with whatever’s holding me back I’ll take a rain-check on that.” everyone’s been a little too close to his head nowadays and quite honestly daehyun’s a little tired of it. tired of how paper thin the walls are getting. but he’s still smiling over the carton and smiling at her.

[profucis-blog]

to: @fairrcn from: @profucis

jibber jabber, monotone voices, and fake laughter of females trying to appeal to fellow male coworkers; it was all noise to her. the stretch of the hallway just seemed to get longer and longer, the workers on the sidelines only lowering their voices when her presence emerged in visibility and walked past them. she walked with an aura of power, and ultimately didn’t really care about how they viewed her. she was their superiority in all actually, so the rumours that spread about her could be taken as legitimate for all she cared. sometimes it was fun to play the big bad wolf, she didn’t have to worry about being screwed over or stepped on. no, she would never allow that. 

she would never allow that to happen to a friend either-- a legitimate friend that is. for someone who could be as cruel as her it was almost like seeing sunshine on a rainy day when her behaviour was genuine and sincere with an individual. and maybe that was another reason people were staring at her as her heels treaded the maroon flooring of the corporation; besides her was another female, hani’s height making her take the shorter counterpart despite the both of them showcasing heels. the more significance of this scenario wasn’t the fact that she was seen actually outside of her office for once, but for the observation that she seemed to have an innocent interest in the second party: joy, as she was nicknamed to. 

her face stayed consistent with positive expressions, wavering between smiles embraced of laughter and snickers at the comments of distaste she would make. you know, distaste at some of the things and people in the room she was telling joy about. “that over there is where they go for the water dispenser.” notice how she said they, it was an obvious separation of herself and the associates of this company. “there’s actually an employee room around the corner and down the hall, but, i thought the cliche giant blue water cooler would be a fun touch to incorporate too.” 

and off the pair went, hani’s comments ranging from ‘see that guy over there? he’ll try to hit on you but he has a girlfriend. poor girl is oblivious,’ to ‘this entire block section are quality workers,’ which were remarks that could be heard by anyone in a decent ranged distance, her intent of hiding what she had to say, whether positive or negative being nonexistent. “if anyone tries to pull a fast one on you, let me know. i got you your own office cleared and set up for you near mine, it has luxury accommodations and everything, should we set the room up together? miss financial manager.”