#vs. junhong

[eternalle]

◦ ⟨   COLOUR BLIND.

         EVERYTHING IS BLACK AND WHITE UNTIL YOU MEET YOUR SOUL MATE.

every morning, it’s all the same.

bland. this is a world unwritten and seungyoun looks out into grayscale like the options left to him are bleak.  there is no light at the end of this tunnel made of gray stone and black road besides the white hot glimmer of hope that one day, all of this will explode and he’ll be born again anew.  he’ll be seeing colour for the first time, and maybe then this gray and heavy haze won’t bear the metric ton of weight seungyoun feels upon his shoulder.  

in truth, he’s only heard rumour of what colour really looks like – it sounds like the stuff of dreams, and seungyoun has wondered what the world is when you’ve found your destined partner.  every day would be exciting – even the most basic and mundane of things that weigh on his shoulders now would be ten times better with the person you’re meant to be with for the rest of your days.  for now, though ( for him ) every day is the same one – wake up, eat breakfast, get showered.  go to school, go back home.  even the late night touch with lonely, colour blind companions doesn’t feel quite right.

he is a rock waiting to fall down the hill into a better life.

this morning is all of the same – routine drenched in cold grays, dark blacks.  he leaves the body in his bed and wanders out to make coffee, wonders when they’ll gather their clothes and leave him be ( because all he wants in morning’s hour is to be left alone, to gather his thoughts and wonder if today’s the day he’ll see colour for the first time. he always hopes it is, but usually it isn’t. )  coffee touches his lips and it’s too black for his tastes, his nose crinkles and he adds more bright white milk until it’s a gray that suits him.  he wonders if it’ll be easier when he sees colour.  he hopes it is, because every morning it’s hit or miss with everything.

the same gray clothes slip over his skin as he gets dressed, the same dull voice waking the girl in his bed to send her on her way.  this is all the same.  it’s always all the same.  ( until it isn’t. )

cue a crowded street, cue the boy on the skateboard.  he is always the boy on the skateboard, getting awful looks as he rolls past bodies that mean nothing to him because they’re always gray.  this is all meaningless.  the same thought rolls around as he turns his board to hang a right corner, only to be slammed into by another skater coming in from the other side.  he falls, and this is not the same.

seungyoun hisses because he can feel the skin of his arm scraped well, the heavy fall probably bruising his hip and skinning his knees.  but when he looks at the damage: red ( is what he’s told this is by textbooks and the people who actually know what colour looks like. ) his heart is beating fast in his chest as suddenly the world shines before his eyes.  he squints to take the colour in and that’s when his gaze finally falls on the boy staring at him, wide eyed and open mouthed.

his breath catches in his throat but seungyoun still struggles to smile, a laugh almost hysterical coming from his lips. “ … hi.”

this is the day he ties his string.

 @dissohnance ,    we are infinity 

[eternalle]

◦ ⟨   THE BATHHOUSE.

 “ ONCE YOU MEET SOMEONE, YOU NEVER REALLY FORGET THEM.”

working at the yubaba’s bathhouse isn’t something he really wanted to do, but sometimes you don’t really have a choice in life.  he is not a wealthy spirit; he doesn’t have robes spun from fine silks.  he is not the ones who come to bathe here.  it’s unfortunate, but even the spirit world has its working class and he was born to be a part of it.  from the minute he gave up his name to sign a contract – the minute he became ユン – his body has been put to the test as a cleaner, a serviceman; whatever the customer wants, he’s supposed to please them.  ( and yubaba looks at him with her wild, wicked eye when she says whatever they want. )

he gave up his name to become a perpetual slave for his own brand of eternity.

that being said, it isn’t all bad when the customer gives a good tip.  at least then, youn can get a roasted newt out of the deal and thinking about it just makes his mouth water.  but he’s pulled from his daydream about eating roasted newt when he hears that gravelly voice snapping his name like a whip – “ youn!” it’s enough to make him jump and drop the mop he was using to clean one of the more private tubs.  he bows low as yubaba floats over to him and he’s always been in envy over the magic she’s possessed, but he doesn’t lift his head until she starts to speak again.  “ you’re working the private tub today.  the guest that’s coming in is the son of a very rich water spirit and i do. not. want. him leaving displeased.” every word she speaks in stunted sentences has her drawing closer and closer to his face, and he can almost feel the fire she would start to breathe if he didn’t rake in the money she expected.  “ do you understand?”

“ yes, m’am.” he swallows, the assent a quick one because a ) he can’t say no and b ) he’s not ready to face death by fire breath just yet.  besides, he can’t deny the fact that he’s a little curious – he isn’t usually the one hand picked for customers that are quote unquote rich and youn finds himself swallowing at the responsibility.  yubaba gives him another glare as she says, “ show him respect.  don’t let me down.” he nods and it’s a grave one, the sweat on his brow wiped clean when she finally leaves.

bath tokens are his next stop and he only has to wait until the spirit boy’s arrival.  he slumps against the wall until he hears the tiny sound of footsteps from outside – it’s only then that he stands up straight, bows low and doesn’t lift his head. “ welcome.” it’s soft, murmured and youn chances a glance at the boy spirit.  his skin, pale; his hair, white blonde and all the robes that surround him are just as silky as those he’s watched enter this room before.  but that’s not what has his heart stopping, or him suddenly shooting straight up before standing stock still.

“ don’t i know you?”

  @dissohnance ,    we are infinity