#wingedvictor

[invalidater]

for @wingedvictor​.

it’s a well-known fact that junjae’s not the most dedicated team player – he barely shows up for soccer practice, and when he does, he’s late half the time. jisoo was no big fan of his, and honestly, junjae knows at the back of his mind that minjun probably isn’t either. 

not that it fazes him. what’s important is that junjae likes his new soccer captain much more, regardless of what he thinks of him. minjun doesn’t nag at junjae the way jisoo used to, doesn’t mind when junjae saunters into the soccer field thirty minutes after warm-ups have ended, and most importantly - never says anything about junjae’s behaviour to the school. so even though junjae’s still reeling from the shock of his ex-captain’s death, uncomfortable with the knowledge that someone he knew had passed away in this very campus, he can’t deny the fact that he’s enjoying the soccer team’s new leadership style much more now.

the cherry on top lands right in the palm of his hand when he walks into the band’s practice room, fifteen minutes after practice has ended. here’s the scene he’s met with: two esteemed keepers of mugunghwa with their clothes off, one taken and the other who just so happens to be the new captain of the howlites. interesting, junjae thinks, as he shuts the door slowly after the shocked faces of miyoung and minjun are recorded in his mind. 

call him despicable, but junjae would do anything to benefit him. so he keeps mum about what he sees, knowing that this information is worth much more than a moment of gossip spread in the hallways. and after soccer practice the next day, he stays back in the locker room, casually tapping away at his phone while he waits for his beloved captain to walk in. “hey cap!” he cheerfully waves. “thought that you and i might have some things to discuss.”

[viragosoul]

*   out of time    ⏤⏤⏤⏤    @wingedvictor​

all directions eventually lead her to nam minjun, and she can’t fucking stand it.

siyeon holds trust in patterns, motifs in life; things don’t come to people in a repetitive nature out of plain coincidence. no, call it the universe’s way of getting your attention, trying to spur you in the right direction. it’s somewhat of a rule that she has a steadfast belief in, as it always seems to eventually work in her favor in the end. but within the proceeding months of their break up it feels like this same rule is working to her detriment instead ⏤ seeing him in the red and green meetings should be more than enough exposure. does she really need to catch glimpses of him in the hallway while moving from one classroom to the next? or even on the field during soccer practice, despite the fact that they are on two distinctly different teams? it becomes increasingly laborious to pretend that minjun is a breeze of the wind and not the only man that has managed to actually sweep her off of her feet, despite that phrase not matching the minjun of mugunghwa.

and it feels like the more she tries to fight the universe’s demands, the stronger it’s pull becomes. as such, it doesn’t make any sense that he out of all people would also have the same idea as her, showing up in the exhibition hall dangerously close to midnight to get a headstart on setting up for opening day; especially since the main reason for being here this late was to avoid him, among other reasons. it also doesn’t make sense that minjun’s space seems to be only an arm’s length away from hers, making it impossible to not have fleeting moments of eye contact while working amidst the tranquil stillness, thankful that indistinct lighting above hides the abrupt flush that runs through her body at every startling meeting. can you act like you’ve been alone with an ex before, self? thanks.

time passes by like that for a bit, siyeon focusing on her own project at hand and assuming he’s doing the same. but there comes a point where things are no longer working the same way it did while she was in the studio. it’s as if pieces are falling apart, unable to stand up on their own, which would require a little extra work to hold it steady ⏤ a two person operation instead of one. absolutely not. her back remains to the only person that could help her at this time while she busies herself to work on it on her own, groaning each time the structure falls to the ground with a cling clang that rips through the serenity. by the third time of the same, she sighs. “i wouldn’t ask if i didn’t need this,” siyeon says, voice deadpan as she turns to face minjun, swallowing the lump of inconsistent emotions that comes with not working through a sudden break up, “could you just⏤ hold this for me while i put this together?”

[dia1tone]

INT. SON FAMILY RESIDENCE - EVENING @wingedvictor, nam minjun approx. 3 months after jisoo’s death

outside, the sun is setting. 

jiyeon lies on her side, hands between her thighs, as she contemplates the ability to pack someone’s entire life away using just a dozen carboard boxes. 

the threadbare clothing, the middle school medals, the collected knick-knacks; all gone save for the lingering dust to show that he had really existed at all.

in retrospect, it was likely not healthy for her to wallow for as long as she did. but what part of guilt or grief was ever truly reasonable? 

the minutes tick by, voices from downstairs carry. 

“why aren’t you saying anything?” the voices continue and she meets eyes with minjun. there’s a deep sigh sitting in jiyeon’s chest. minjun leans against the doorframe and jiyeon sits up. 

a whisper of a smile unfurls on her lips as she invites minjun to take a seat in the space next to her. “you forgot the fourth step creaks.” a sad realization, a reminder that they all change and forget and grow and become the adults they said they never would. 

“i missed you,” i miss being a child, i wish i had done things differently; why must this be the life i live? “how was your summer?”