children of dust

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☰ MERCILESS IMPULSES

@yfxjihae:

there was a breath, huffed, as she glared at the police officer again. “he said i was a liar and made me get out of the car – so i hit him with my shoe. then he arrested me! i didn’t do anything! he’s the one whose abusing his power! him!” jihae pulled back, and forced an arm through the bars, reaching out in a fruitless attempt to grab the man. only ending up hurting her shoulder, and giving up. “it was one drink, oppa…” her voice softened more, slumped against the bars. a short abrupt giggle. “one drink.. in a very, very, very big bottle.”

with her fingers clasped around the bars of the holding cell, jihae’s brow furrowed as she peered at ryuwon through the bars. deja vu didn’t explain how many times they’d been in this situation, and her lips curled into a pout. all she’d wanted to do was have a fun night out, and now she was standing in the police station, holes in the knee of her stockings and shoes confiscated as a ‘deadly weapon’. slowly she extended one finger towards a uniformed officer talking to another one on the other side of the the station. “he did, oppa. i only had one drink and he pulled me over, and was acting all… hot,” jihae spoke in a whine, bottom lip caught under her bottom lip and her head falling aside.

“he rejected me–” jihae stamped her bare foot on the floor. “and then said i was drunk. i had one drink! one!”

just when ryuwon thinks he’s finally at peace, it's shattered by a phone call and now jihae’s drunken rambling amidst the other unnecessary noises. it's been two weeks of silence — she's rarely given him that much, and he should've known better. a glance over at the officers with whom he's long become acquainted from all the frequent trips, all he manages in return is a smile. some formalities cannot be omitted.

said officer with an accused finger pointed at him is desperately trying to maintain his claims of innocence. jihae is as much of a sister to him as his own is, and any other situation, any other day, ryuwon would’ve stood up for her. at this point however, the truth no longer matters, and from the look of things (coupled with past knowledge) it’s not exactly a case of justice either. ryuwon just wants to get the hell out of here without any additional trouble.

“ okay, okay, just one drink, we heard you. ” he has hands wrapped around the younger’s elbows once he’s filled in the required information, her shoes hanging from his fingers. they’re free to go now, except he needs to ensure the transportation from current location to his car is hazard-free, as unlikely as that might be.

“ shit drunk and landed yourself in the station, how many times has it been? are you never going to learn? ” chiding tone, brows furrowed in frustration and words laced with concern. it’s not the first time he’s initiated this talk with the younger, but evidently all of that has flown straight over her head since nothing’s really changed. though in spite of the exasperation, he has a palm pressed over the edge of the door frame while he attempts to tuck her into the passenger seat.

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☰ GUILTY, NOT

( he’s usually smart with these things. this one’s on him. startled students, all wide-eyed and limbs fumbling to gather their belongings before scurrying out of the classroom –– all the signs are there really. it doesn’t register in his mind just yet, the possible reason for their hastiness in escaping. instead he proceeds with the favour he’s been asked, placing the stack of written assignments on the desk next to the one those students have been found gathered around. )

( curiosity seems to kill a lot of things. by the time his gaze meets the pair of horrified eyes across the classroom from him, tips of his fingers dabbed with soil, there is no way he can talk himself out of this. what a way to greet a fellow colleague: a crime scene where he’s caught red-handed. he’s rarely this inarticulate. )

... listen. 

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☰ INTERLUDE

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yfxsooyoung:

The air in the room stands stagnant, left uninterrupted save for the light sound of paper, as one page is gently turned over to the next. It’s the kind of quiet that never stays for long in Sunhwa, but fortunately could be found fairly easily right at home. So she lets herself unwind in its presence, bare feet propped up along the armrest of the black leather sectional, mind completely immersed in the thick text that she held out on her lap. A free hand absentmindedly combs through the feather-white fur of the dog sitting beside her: Daisy, her beloved husky, ever so complacent, ever so at peace, ever so unlike their other canine companion. Dustbin Dustin, the far more…lively one of the two, the one who was far more prone to causing trouble. Oddly enough, he hadn’t made a single peep for the past two hours, something that Sooyoung has yet to catch onto. 

In her elusive state of comfort, Ryuwon’s question barely registers in a faint echo. Midterm papers? Her response follows a moment later, loud enough to reach upstairs, sounding much too distracted to have given his inquiry any second thoughts.

“Shouldn’t they be on your desk, Dad?”

She flips another page of her book. Daisy stirs in her sleep, nose curled into her coat.

“Have you looked inside your bag?” 

perhaps he should’ve double-checked his desk, what with his half-asleep state, it is likely he could’ve missed something. but then again, he remembers going through the stacks atop his desk at least thrice. 

“ they aren’t. they’re supposed to be, though... ” 

if there is one thing that he prides himself in, it’s his wide capacity for remembering things. but memories are inventive and this is one of those moments where he finds himself second-guessing what he remembers. 

“ no, i took them out earlier, half of it, but the other half should’ve been in the room. ”

by now he’s mumbling to himself, making his way across the living hall that’s oddly empty. something’s amiss, but he can’t quite put a finger to it just yet. when he gets to the bag, he finds exactly the same half of the stack of midterm papers that’s been left in there as per before. 

he proceeds to search on the couch, having sat there just hours ago before the two grown puppies start prancing about and all over his lap. he gives a light nudge to Daisy, who finally moves albeit reluctantly after several shoves of his knuckles against the coat of white, landing gently on her front paws as she leaps off said couch. “ strange, they have to be somewhere –– ” 

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「    two, one, two.   」 +

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yfchae:

( there is something lulling, pacifying in moments alone — a midday break from student checkups. sunlight cuts through in golden rays beyond half pulled curtains in her office, clacking of keyboard being the only sound that fills the air. it’s brief, departing, signaled by the swinging of door but she doesn’t know if she’s really been pulled out of her imagination or not. after all, how else could she describe this situation? the past seems to be at her doorsteps and she finds herself terribly ill prepared. body rises out of her chair for proper greeting but adrenaline spiking through her veins threatens her professionalism. her words linger at the tip of her tongue, a casualty between the struggle of identity as a nurse and being in her early twenties again. ) 

( the nurse’s office smells nothing like disinfectants, and he thinks he likes this better than a hospital. he’s been here plenty, mostly for the immediate supplies of alcohol wipes. no bandaids, though. the idea of having something sticky against his skin and around open wounds isn’t exactly the most thrilling one. )

( all he needs is two stitches, a quick procedure, nothing complicated. he’s seated at the edge of a bed, veiled by a white curtain behind him, injured arm propped atop the desk. there are rays of the afternoon sun gathering at his feet in pools of gold, until they are shadowed by a figure. a two-centimetre wound cuts across his forearm, but he’s hardly fazed by it. it’s the ensuing silence that’s beginning to bother him, though. when he lifts his gaze, the initial words of greeting die in his mouth. )

… chae? ( has it been ten years? syllables of her name rolling off his tongue so naturally yet it’s a little surreal – meeting under such circumstance. )

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☰ REFORGET

“ what did i tell you? ” 

( it’s a tad ridiculous, what with the stern tone and unwavering gaze fixated on the furry figure wandering by his feet. a sigh, and he shifts the plate from the counter, a leg crossing over Dustin who’s standing at almost half a metre tall and is currently attempting to paw at the other plates. another sigh, this time an almost exasperated one. sometimes he feels like he’s a father of three. )

( a lazy afternoon, but they’re expecting a guest. it’s been a while since they’ve gotten this active and all at the same time. he’s been in the kitchen since two hours ago, going through the list of dishes so that they’re well-prepared when the other shows. besides, he has yet to meet sooyoung’s favourite teacher ( meeting with whom he has been postponing for the sole reason of not wanting to appear bitter that his own daughter doesn’t show him any favouritsm. the irony’s strong in this one ), and this is the perfect setting. )

( he’s in the midst of balancing the plates in his hands when the door bell rings. in his haste of getting out and avoiding Dustin who simply refuses to stay away, he drops the spoon of pepper paste on the poor, unsuspecting dog, a glaring smudge of red across the sable coat of fur )

“ ...soo, clean Dustin up ! ”

( heads out of the kitchen in the meantime, lengthy legs bringing him across the living hall in a matter of seconds before he opens the door, a greeting ready on the tip of his tongue for whom he’s assumed to be the anticipated guest for the evening. )

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☰ INTERLUDE

when he wakes, he feels the soreness strained down his neck and draped over his shoulders. in conclusion: sleeping at desks is the fastest recipe to stiff necks – never again. the red pen wedged in between two fingers and a thumb reminds him briefly of the events before he’s dozed off, in the sequence of finish grading the midterm papers and preparing dinner for sooyoung. evidently he’s gotten none of that done. 

the last thing he wants is to be stuck in campus on a saturday with sooyoung home for the weekend. and to think the days of bringing home assignments are supposedly over once he’s escaped the inevitable clutches of education. a quiet sigh after he’s rubbed his vision clear with the heel of a palm, gaze scanning the desk top briefly. 

he could’ve sworn they were right here, next to his laptop when he’s dozed off. or perhaps the haze of sleepiness is fogging up his mind. 

“ soo, have you seen the midterm papers? ”

his voice resonates, loud and clear before he pauses briefly midway to glance downstairs, gaze searching the living room for the familiar figure who’s been awfully quiet.

[yfxryuwon-blog]

hello, hello !

so i’m playing this dumb and now this ahjungssi of an embarrassment. ryuwon’s not as embarrassing, but rest assured that he has his moments ( esp when put together with rihwan rip ). 

brief facts summary because we’re all lazy people ( read: i’m king of procrastination ) :

jung ryuwon

26 december, 1977 ( 38 / 39 y.o. )

english instructor ( former lawyer )

coach for boys’ basketball 

cheong ryong alumni

divorced since 2005

his daughter ( sooyoung ) & rihwan are v. v. v. important

family runs one of the largest law firms in sk

has 3 siblings, parents are strict and reserved mostly // does what’s expected of him, otherwise doesn’t care much for those family members ( except for his younger sister ) because he has sooyoung

if he catches students breaking rules, he’ll close an eye unless it’s something grave ( pls don’t commit murder children it’s illegal ) or if it’s right under his nose

that being said, he wouldn’t turn you in, but he has his own punishments to give out 

willing to give additional tasks / assignments for extra credits in his class ( if you really need it )

doesn’t really hold himself responsible for shaping students’ morals / etc ( all that extra teacher responsibility stuffs nah he’s just here for fun and bonds mostly )

haven’t managed to set up his pages properly yet and stuff, but here are some brief ideas for plots & threads !! if none works out, we could always work from scratch :^)

01. he catches you two passing notes in class, and he offers two options – either both of you do a dramatic reading of your notes in class & out-loud, or you help out at basketball practice for two weeks straight, every day after school. hey, at least you got your freedom of choice. ( or one for each option and everyone gets their happy ending ) 

02. you ask for extra credits to maintain your grades and he agrees, tasking you with written assignments and collating of relevant research for a couple of hours after school. ( 1 / a few probs, could be different tasks )

03. he works late sometimes, marking papers and whatnot and one night just as he’s locking up, he hears noises coming from the cafeteria. afraid that it might be someone up to no good, he grabs the baseball bat from rihwan’s office and is about to swing it in your face when he realises you’re a student of the school. and now the question is, what are you doing here at this hour?

04. basketball boys

05. you’ve been sleeping like a dead log through the entire hour of class, even when the bell goes off and everyone begins to exit the classroom. he stays behind and does his work on the teacher’s desk while waiting to see when exactly you will wake up, ‘cause he’s gonna need some sort of explanation. is his class boring? have you been sleep-deprived? why are you sleep-deprived? sleep early, it’s not that hard.

06. he’s brought the stack of midterms back home with him to do some marking, but his dog accidentally tore up the pages ( with its teeth........ ). typical dog-chewed-up-my-paper excuse ‘cept this time the roles are reversed. you have to re-do the exam and he offers you either a get-out-of-jail card ( where you get to play truant for one class ) or extra credits or any other possible ideas. 

others. ex-clients of his could’ve been your parents or your parents’ current engaged law firm is the one his family runs or sth of the likes // family relations (???) // whatever other crack plots we can come up with

i’m slow with replies and messages pls bear with me, but lmk if you’d like to plot on aim !