#gsw: eclipse

[minhyun-gsw]

Starter for @gswmyunghwa​

A bet was a bet, no matter how ridiculous it was. People were dying (literally, a woman had died!) yet here he was, wearing ridiculous clothes and trying different poses for Myungwha’s camera just because he had lost the bet during the festival of lights. Somehow, he had become this submissive man that ended up doing whatever she asked, like a little puppet or worse, a puppy who followed her everywhere and took action only when she said and to whatever she said only.

He wasn’t sure how long this would last, harmless pictures he had heard her said, but then again, she was the expert in these things, pictures being her second (or first?) nature. “You better buy me a drink after this, is the least you could do, you know?” He told her, unsure if there were bars opened with this blackout. She didn’t seem to worry, her camera and the ‘lightning’ being apparently perfect for what she needed.

“And you better not show those pictures to anyone without my consent” He added, unsure of what the purpose of this was. Maybe she would try to convince him to get himself a social media account, he wasn’t sure. Still, having some nice pictures taken wasn’t all that bad, hence why he wasn’t complaining that bad. Posing was easy, he just needed to do whatever she said and it apparently seemed okay because despite her being bossy, she wasn’t scolding him as much as he imagined...yet.

[gswyijoons]

good morning.

this isn’t the first time, his mother’s voice echoes in his thoughts as he rubs the sleep out of his face. his parents are not necessarily preppers, doomsday believers but they have repeatedly told yijoon that if you live on the island, you will become prepared to handle a few things. one of those things include living with no electricity – now yijoon has done it before. once, maybe twice. but so far they are on day two of no electricity and no particular signs or sirens are blaring about its possible return. at least it’s sunday. no school.

no school, no teaching, no reason for yijoon to act like he’s not freezing his ass off in the middle of a classroom. fuck, it’s cold. it’s really fucking cold. he shoulders tremble. they're being cheap on the fireplace, for sure. like his dad’s not chopping the wood himself. cheapskate.

”how tired can you be? you slept til 8am,” his mother’s voice echoes the kitchen instead as she lits the gas stove to heat up more water. eight am is what sticks out the most in her complaint about his sleeping habits. who would have thought eight am would be early, on a sunday? it’s not like they’re going to church – no, if you ask his parents there are better things to do than pray. if yijoon was a little more religious he would be praying for heating back, but the left that train a few years – (read: a decade) ago.

”work’s exhausting,” he mutters under his breath as his hands drop from his face to cup around the tea. unsweetened, a little bitter. perfect for the ten am hour that’s surrounding them. since he woke up, his dad has been missing. not missing, literally, he’s somewhere and if yijoon took a proper look around their property he is sure he would find him but right now? yijoon’s not turning his head around. that is, until a particular sound draws his attention. away from his bitter green tea and out towards the road that stops outside their house.

and while yijoon’s squinting to see just who it is, his mother exclaims in glee and claps her hands together. ”it’s juhwan, he’s so kind,” she says and yijoon’s head is turning, twisting gears around to try and remember just who juhwan is before it hits him.

juhwan, politician (or something), gwasuwon native, chronic smiler and whatnot. here, on the outskirts of the city. for what exactly? yijoon has an idea. so of course, the sleeps falls of his body and he’s suddenly more alert, just enough to become curious of what juhwan’s really doing out here. doesn’t he have more important people to visit anyways? so he trails after his mother, quick enough to witness her cheerful greeting but he stands by the front door.

once it’s his turn…

”it’s been a while,” yijoon says with a polite smile. he’ll be civil. at least for now. probably for more than now.

@gswjuhwan