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"I won't fuck up my life so you can find yourself."

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WHEN TWO CLOSE companions were both into indie films, things could quickly evolve into a competition unknowingly. Especially between friends, who enjoyed to bicker anyway. Jaelee was someone Sangho considered an other half, the yin to his yang, only in a completely platonic manner. He was very lucky indeed, even if it didn’t seem so, when minor insults spewed between the pair every few moments. But that was just how they were. There was genuine affection thinly laced into their playful banter, which made up for how they acted otherwise. It was something Sangho never wanted to change.

Though he couldn’t stand these moments, when Jaelee was naive enough to think he knew more about film than him.

“I’m a film major, you dummy. What makes you think you could ever defeat me in a quote guessing game?” he chided. Yet his pal egged him on and while he was certainly meeker than most, he wasn’t one to turn down a challenge.

So it began. His first choice already was a toughie, but it was vaguely familiar. Then it hit him like a bolt of lightening. “Laurence Anyways! Xavier Dolan. 2012,” Sangho boasted, puffing out his chest, a smug grin lining his lips. When he was immediately dubbed a show-off, a bout laughter filled the room, resounding throughout the small, dimly lit room of his father’s basement.

“Okay. My turn.” Thumb and forefinger caressed his chin, pointedly to show that he was in deep thought. Millions of lines filtered through his brain, until he found the right one, the perfect one that would spell Jaelee’s doom.

“Come with me, if you want to live.”

A quote from a blockbuster film. Jaelee wasn’t familiar with the art form and neither was he for the most part, but he was weak to certain entries. If anything could do the other in, it would be lines from such films.

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SIKEN POETRY STARTER MEME: “children are afraid of the dark because they have nothing real to work with. adults are afraid of themselves.”

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for a game of checkers, slow paced, long game is shared between a cup of coffee. not that he is much of a fan of board games, nonetheless the company and arabica has him planted, the red checker piece between the index and the thumb. -- and perhaps, pride, the very male ego. (though he doesn’t like to associate himself with such commoner games such as a bland black and red checkers,) oh sehun finds himself battling the pretences that ‘he doesn’t care about winning’. -- sure, sehun.

“themselves,” the thought muses from the ears, to his tongue and out and into his head once again.

adults are afraid of themselves. now how did sehun leave this jae to rest last week on the very same table with such a thought? -- to be frank he didn’t know that the musician wafted a profound thought. (then again that very reason is why he’s been knee buckled down, near death mentally.

it was pride, pride and too much of pride.)

“that’s a very interesting concept...” because indeed he is very much scared. startled of himself, the turn of events in the fleeting months despite the fame, yearning acknowledgement and assessment of his (obvious) greatness. he just didn’t need jae to say it, his red checker piece sliding across.

“and you’re afraid of yourself?” now sehun, wouldn’t admit it, the smarter the man, the less openings of weakness pokes at him. “do pray tell.” doesn’t stop him musing in other’s malign fears.

for he is bored, and a soul that devours his curiosity in others.

bury his hunger in other people, after all a story teller like him never writes of him but of people with him. “also, be careful jae, i’ll win this one -- again.”

it is intrigue that is a terrible seduction.

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"Where did all those bruises come from?"

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They were sitting down next to each other, enjoying just casual conversation until them male pointed out the few bruises on her thighs and calves. She honestly just wished she didn’t decide to wear shorts on this day, even though the weather was getting colder, it didn’t deter her from not doing it. Before looking at the male she eyed her own bruises that were either new or just now healing and is at the process of going away. She wasn’t quite sure how they surfaced, she knew dancing caused a few but the others were unknown to her. This made her feel as if she had to start paying attention to herself and what she did. “They are from dance practice. I get bruises from that.” It wasn’t a complete lie, she was sure those bruises came from there, but then again, she wasn’t quite sure.

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Go back to exactly 10 years ago and he would definitely ace this. Today, he has definitely grown musically. Apart from jazz, blues, and soul, his preference in rock music has also refined. Of course, homage is given to those who paved the way for the present but like the artist that he was, foundations were meant to be broken down and deconstructed to build it up and create a whole different thing.

Vampire Weekend, Tame Impala, Phoenix – smart, funky, blazer-wielding, younger versions of the Beatles – it’s those artists that have influenced his classy and intelligent style of rock composition these days.

So when the bass line of ‘Everlong’ by Foo Fighters began to play, he could only give nothing but an acknowledging nod. He wouldn’t deny being perplexed by the news of the band’s hiatus along with rumors of their disbandment but only his teenage self would be on his knees and on the verge of tears for the downfall of his childhood heroes.

A hum is produced as he presses his thin lips together while sitting back on the couch. He doesn’t entirely know what to make of the situation. Mark was five years younger than him, sadly on that thin line separating millennials and Gen-Z kids. There was effort, at least, to relish in the two infant years of the era collectively known to be the greatest by his generation.

“Why are we listening to this again?” Jaelee asks the younger minstrel. He’s not entirely dissatisfied. Thank heavens it’s not Nirvana. Too fucking overrated and misconstrued. “Is your little band trying to go for this sound?”

"Hyung, can you at least have a little faith in my band and stop calling it a little band?" There's disappointment perched on his shoulders, weighed down by the unmet recognition from the elder. "We're seven members, it's a handful! Big!" His hands circle in the air to give it more emphasis. He's got to, this is how to adults seem to get points across: speak more with the hands, refrain less from your actual tongue. "And we're going to make it big too."

"Maybe." He shrinks this time, even smaller than his actual stature.

He's young, and he knows dreams are only good. But he's learned: you set the basket too high, and physically, limited by the laws of physics and Newton, or Einstein (one of them, whatever --), your ball can only make it so high.

He stops knacking at his mind about dreams and something as ill as the future, and instead, focuses on the now. "Never the matter. I mean. Nevertheless?" A shake of his head. Stern brows. (More mature, less Mark.) "I'm going serious here. Be serious with me, Jaelee hyung. Can you handle that?" Now a teasing grin tugs at just one end of his lips. He's got a hand on the elder's shoulder, shaking up his upper body.

And his voice falls flat. Quiet. (As serious as a freshman in college can be.)

"Would you believe me even just a bit, if I told you I know the reason why they disbanded? If I told you it's got something to do with the US/UK diplomatic relationships, all risen from the pentagon and one meeting and --" He stumbles on his own words, having ran too fast. His eyes peer over at him, already sensing the disbelief. His shoulders sag again, lips following. "Or don't. Never mind. I didn't say anything."

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For a second there, Yohan got himself thinking of the main reason he barely recognized that face in the public, only then he realized that he rarely been outside as well ㅡ stuck in his recording studio from day to night. No wonder, no wonder at all.

The chuckle that ran pass his lips faded ever so quickly, but the smile on his face remained tangled with his lighted facial expression. Indeed, it’s very nice to see Jaelee after all those weeks. A producer like him, Yohan harbors more of a positive vibe towards the younger instead of the overused competitive one.

“I may have been around.” He answered shortly after. His face might be hidden under the music sheet but his songs sure does float around here and there. Just recently, his freshly produced song dangled in the music station; sang and danced by an up-rising rookie group. “Weird? Really? How come?”

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