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・。・゜BENJI PARK ━ FILE

✦ ° — HEADCANONS • )

i. you’re seven the first time your dad puts his pair of headphones over your ears, connects them to a blue walkman, and presses down on a button that makes a clicking noise. your eyebrows become knitted, and he can’t help chuckling -- golden, sweet laughter, like champagne fizz. ‘ it’s a device that plays music, ’ he clarifies in his always smooth, calm voice. the wrinkles on his forehead and temples become more marked the wider his smile becomes, and you’re beginning to wonder whether they’d always been that way when the music begins flooding your ears ---- “ here i am, and within the reach of my hands she’s sound asleep and she’s sweeter now than the wildrest dream could’ve seen her and i watch her slipping away ” ---- and you laugh, because, well, what else could you do ? you just laugh, cause it tickles to have something produce a sound in your ears like this. you hear the strings and percussions trail behind the human voice, and before you can tell, your head is bobbling along to the melody. your dad’s cheeks are inked pink, and you swear you can see the bliss reflect on the crystal of his round glasses. for a while, the joy reverberates between you and your dad. and you’re happy.

ii. you’re woken up by the muffled chat of adult voices. confused, your eyes struggling to remain the slightest bit open, you look around. although briefly, the sight is so strange and unknown that your heart could’ve skipped a beat. but then you sigh, and in that sign of exhaustion and recognition that leaves youthful lips, you can taste relief. you simply forgot. leaving the bare mattress behind, you go downstairs, to the bottom story of your new home. you catch the signs of old age to the house you inhabit -- its wooden skin is dirty and dry, its floors creak excessively, and the dust particles flutter about like enraged fireflies.

‘ oh, honey, i’m so glad you’re finally awake. these are our neighbors -- ’ and you’re too distracted to catch their name, since your gaze has already become intertwined with that of the other couple’s son. he must be slightly taller than you, you notice, as you gesture kindly at him. he lets out a hand before you do, and it’s when your palms kiss that you notice the harshness of his skin, and how something underneath seems to be throbbing, burning to tell you something fascinating. ‘ i’m noel, ’ he says, almost monotonely. your eyes catch a glimpse of a badge on his dad’s khaki uniform and you feel as though that explains it all. he’s tough shit, you think to yourself. ‘ i’m benji, ’ and he chuckles, but you don’t feel upset, since you wouldn’t be able to find a hint of malice to that laugh even if you tore it into shreds. instead, you allow yourself to indulge in the sweetness of his laughter. and again, you’re happy.