‘Baby,’ a raspy voice murmured into the darkness, an arm snaking around your waist as the bed dipped.
You groaned at the disturbance, the slight tingle of Jonathan’s facial hair against your ear pulling you from your dreams.
‘Baaa–by,’ he repeats in a whisper, ‘Are you awake?’
The smell of alcohol wafted from his lips, causing you to scrunch your nose though you refused to open your eyes for him.
He sighed in defeat, cuddling into your back, pulling you against him so that you were flush against one another despite the warmth of the air.
‘자기, it’s hot,’ you grumble as you attempt to pull away from his grasp which only made him hold you tighter much to your chagrin.
‘You’re awake,’ he concludes into your back where his face was currently nuzzled, that same rasp in his tone that told you he’d gone too hard during his concert rehearsal.
‘Mm,’ you murmur tiredly, ‘Thanks to someone,’
‘Give me a kiss,’ he murmurs, shifting so that he hovered over you while you lazily puckered your lips, one of your eyes opening to look at the alarm that read 3:14am.
Satisfied with the kisses he planted all over your face before finally pecking your lips, he shifted once more, rolling onto his back and pulling you into his side while you groaned at the sudden movement. Even then, you couldn’t help but drag your nails across his chest in soothing circles, something that had become automatic for you to do after the year and half of being with Jonathan. You guys were comfortable, so in-tune with one another that it was almost scary.
The room was quiet and you had almost fallen asleep when Johnathan asked hesitantly into the dark, ‘Y/N...Do you love me?’
Your response was automatic and without hesitation, a quiet whisper that screamed volumes to him, ‘Always.’
His grip tightened as he turned you so that you were facing him, asking gently, ‘Even with the age difference?’
‘Mhm.’
‘Why? Everyone else says tha–‘
You knew it was a sensitive topic for him, age. While you didn’t care, both yours and his friends tended to make jokes about it that tended to cut deep even though the difference was barely a few years. The jokes didn’t help with the fact that he was already insecure about the age difference despite his mental age making up for it. He was the most childish 32 year old you’d ever met.
‘Fuck what anyone else says,’ you tell him with a whisper, squinting to look at him, your eyes adjusting to the dark in time to make out his worried face, ‘I love you.’
He buried his face into your neck, apologising with a sigh, ‘Sorry. I did it again didn’t I?’
You pulled your arm out from under his and gently ran your hand through his hair, detangling the soft strands as you went, ‘It’s okay.’
He groaned into your throat, ‘No it’s not. I’m sorry, babe.’
You sighed, hugging him tight despite the fact that you were definitely starting to heat up thanks to the humid weather, ignoring the smell of alcohol that came from his direction.
‘You’re not that old, Dummie,’ you murmur with a smile, your hand running down his back lovingly, now fully awake as he snuggled against you.
‘We have a huge gap between us,’ he reminds you with a huff.
‘It’s like what? Four, five, six, seven years? I haven’t even counted,’ you lie, a small smile on your lips, ‘What does it matter, anyway?’
He chuckled, pressing light kisses to the skin at the base of your neck, ‘Girl stop playing.’
You laughed, pulling at his hair gently until he was facing you, ‘Don’t over-think it Jonathan. Do you love me?’
‘Of course,’ he murmurs, pressing his lips to yours as you smiled into the kiss, pecking him lightly.
‘Then that’s all that matters,’ you say against his lips as you kissed him a second, third and fourth time.
Jonathan sighed, rolling so that you were semi-laying on top of him, one arm holding you tight around the waist while the other hand was planted firmly on your behind. He murmured, ‘Damn, how’d I get so lucky?’
You rested your chin on his chest and smirked, slapping at his hand that was now rubbing suggestive circles on your behind, ‘Yah. I’m not doing this right now. You reek of alcohol.’
‘Baby,’ he protests as you roll off of him, putting a pillow between you two, ‘Go shower,’ you say with a laugh, ‘Or brush your teeth at least!’
He grumbled, attempting to pull you back into his arms, his previous worries long forgotten as he now tried to plant kisses on whatever skin you hadn’t managed to hide away beneath the sheets.
You smacked at him again, though you did turn slightly to peck his lips, ‘That’s why I don’t care about your age,’ you say as he pouts at your simple kiss, ‘You’re just like a teenage boy. You only want one thing!’
‘Which teenage boys you been hanging around?’ he asks with a frown, watching as you snuggled back into the bed while he sat up in dismay.
‘Go brush your teeth, you man-child!’ you say with an eye-roll, your arm stretching to push him off the bed and towards the bathroom.
Grumbling, Jonathan got off of the bed and wondered into the ensuite, the light of the bathroom seeping into the room, falling short of your face but giving him enough light to see the easy rise and fall of your shoulders and the messy mop of hair on your head that was result of him rolling you around the sheets and pillows.
Part of him felt bad for waking you but the other half of him was glad; pillow talk was one of his favorite moments with you, even if he did ruin the moment thanks to his soju-breath. A smile graced his lips as he called out from the sink, ‘자기!’
‘Wha-at?’ you groan into your pillow with annoyance while Jonathan smiled, applying toothpaste to his brush.
‘I love you.’
You grunted in response, having already begun to fall asleep. Jonathan’s smile widened as he scrubbed at his teeth, leaning against the door frame to watch you; love you he did. More than he ever thought he could love a person.
I mean, who else would he listen to when it came to brushing his teeth over having sex? No one but you.
A progressive graduate student finds success and sparks outrage when his interest in battle rap as a thesis subject becomes a competitive obsession.
It takes a while to get used to the non-stop insults. But after a while it becomes clear that pretty much everyone gets dissed and made fun of equally. If you can put aside political correctness for two hours it is very funny.
Even with the subtitles I probably didn't get many of the references, but they certainly helped. I felt exhausted at the end.
Together worked as a team to create the most impressive stage design for rock stars. The images above shows the stage design for Pink Floyd’s The wall , the scene of “The Teacher” in 1980-1981.
Fisher and Park met at the Architectural Association in 70’s time of radical experimentation, their influences were Avant-garde and Situationist-style installations but their temporary structures always catched a dramatic effect with Inflatables, the most effective were made with cheap materials.
Mark Fisher, architect died in 2013 and Jonathan Park mechanical engineer is working on new projects.
images from The Architects’ journal: Volume 196, Issues 14-21 – 1992
Worth read:
The pros and cons of a set design, An interview with Mark Fisher by Alastair McLean +
Inflatable Puppet from “The Wall” – Mark Fisher & Jonathan Park (British) by ciberneticzoo +
Muere Mark Fisher, diseñador de los escenarios de las mayores bandas de rock +
more stage design by Fisher enterprise Stufish : +
