truth in lies.
@arcromi
yong finds comfort in lies, in hiding behind them. funny, because he’s meant to force them out of people now. funnier, because he spent his childhood always wondering what the truth was. funnier still, because he’s not sure if he’s even lying anymore. or maybe he is sure, and that too is a lie to himself, just another wall built between yong and jaeyong. it’s this uncertainty that keeps him on his toes, like all it will take is one crack for everything to crumble. and there lies the issue he has with romi.
she knows too much. she can find the instability in his walls and can prod at it until it breaks.
he can’t control her perception of him, and it terrifies him, annoys him. it always has, but he’s managed to avoid her for the most part, or force himself to think of dumb, mundane things lest he provide her any more ammunition than what’s slipped through the cracks already. but lately? she meddles too much, too. has shown up one too many times when he’s with mona for it to just be a coincidence. it impedes his training, pulls him out of concentration when he focuses his energy on filtering his thoughts instead, and consequently lowers the amount of fear he can absorb from mona. and that, well, that pisses him off, prompts him to seek her out in the shooting range when he decides enough is enough.
he waits while she shoots a few rounds, back pressed against the back wall, arms crossed while he wonders if she can hear his thoughts underneath those headphones and over all the gunshots echoing in the enclosed space. it must suck, he thinks, to never have your mind to yourself. but pity isn’t why he’s there, so he pushes himself off the wall when she has to reload, reaches to pull one side of her headphones off and breathes hot into her ear, “nice shot.” he laughs quietly for no good reason but to be unsettling, lips painted smug after he lets go of her headphones and settles into the stall next to her, pushing the button to send the target board back while he loads his pistol.
“you could probably kill a man with that aim,” he starts, straightening his posture when he draws his gun and aims at the head of the board, asking before he pulls the trigger, “-- have you, yet?”