twelve days pt. 2
Twelve Days
Jiyong/Youngbae
AU
Inspired by a simple thing the love of my life told me, "There's nothing that can't be fixed."
Word Count: 1291
Part 2
Kwon Jiyong isn't really sure what his purpose is. He just knows that he can find things and he can break things. Most of the time, he find things that shouldn't be found, and breaks things that can't be fixed. He doesn't do it on purpose, but he can't help himself. It's in his nature. It's in his nature, and he hates it because it's ruined his life.
He's found a purse belonging to the woman his father was cheating with (and consequently his parents marriage was broken; he never saw his father again and Jiyong blames himself), he found the suicide note from his sister (and with that, his family ties were officially broken; his sister was gone forever and he moved out of his mother's house the next day), he found himself not able to pay for college (and he found his dreams of producing music broken), he broke his boss's coffee mug four times in one week (and then he found himself without a job; he then found himself without money or a home shortly after that), he broke his old, used car's engine (and he still isn't sure how that happened, but then he found that he then had to walk everywhere), and he broke his own heart when he found a girl that he loved but didn't love him back because he had no money and no job and no house.
But Jiyong likes to attempt to be optimisitic. He likes to pretend that he believes that one day his life will be better. That one day, nothing will ever break and nothing bad will happen. He likes to imagine that his mother and father are still together, that his sister will be finishing with graduate school at the same time he's finished with college, that after school he'll somehow become an intern at a music company and then win over the hearts of his bosses earning himself a permanent job, and that then he'll finally be able to show the world the music that's inside him. But Jiyong knows he's just being wistful, he knows that there's no such thing as happy endings and that real world isn't that hospitable.
***
Jiyong doesn't have a house. Hasn't had one for over a year. He never sleeps in the same place for more than a week at a time. See, the thing with finding things is that he's able to find empty houses with owners who won't be back for a while. Whether he finds the house with the door unlocked, or he finds the forgotten spare key under the doormat, he always manages to find somewhere to sleep at night.
But the problem with finding houses that no one is currently using is that there is never any food in them. Jiyong has gotten used to that fact by now, and he can function (semi) properly on almost nothing. All he needs is a piece of stale bread and a glass of water, and he figures he's good for the day. And over the months of his new diet, Jiyong has watched as his cheek bones have become more prominent and his clothes have become too large for him.
Sometimes when Jiyong passes by a mirror, or a window, or anything reflected, he likes to examine his prominent cheek bones. They intrigue him, he thinks they're beautiful. They show the contours of his face and make him look like a model. His finger tips trace the bones softly, and he imagines himself walking on a runway wearing designer clothes that cost millions of dollars. But then his stomach growls, and he's forced back into reality.
***
The only thing that Jiyong keeps with him at all times is a locket.
It's an old, heavy thing, but he loves it dearly. His grandmother gave it to him when he was four. He remembers the moment perfectly.
---
"Jiyongie, come here, halmoni has something to give you~" his grandmother cooed.
Jiyong hesitatingly sits on her lap, secretly hoping that his grandmother was going to give him candy or something similar. But instead she pulls a gold locket out of her pocket and places it gently around his neck. He picks it up, his small hands trying to open it, trying to see what's inside the locket. Maybe it's candy.
"No, no, no, Jiyongie. You can't open it."
He looks up at her in confusion.
"You can't open it yet, Jiyongie."
"Why?"
She smiles, and shakes her head. "You just can't. You're not in love yet."
"I love you, halmoni."
She laughs, and shakes her head again. "I love you too, Jiyongie. But you'll know what I mean when you're older."
***
It's the middle of winter when Jiyong finds the little shop.
He's wandering around the snowy streets trying to find somewhere he can sleep for the night. It has to be about 5 o'clock, he figures, because it's almost dark and the temperature is quickly dropping. His pace quickens as he feels something pulling him strongly down the street. He wonders if it's a little house whose owners are on vacation, or a currently vacant apartment on the third floor of some building. He never really knows until he gets there.
But when it feels like he's arrived at the right spot, he's surprised to find himself in front of a small little shop with an old painted sign saying "Sun Rise". He cocks his head in confusion, he can see someone in the window, this place obviously already has an occupant. He sighs, maybe his skill of finding things are finally starting to fail him.
As he turns to walk away he sticks his hands in his pockets, but again he feels that pull leading him to the shop. He stops, looks at the shop once more, and he feels his grandmother's locket in his pocket grow hot. He doesn't know why, but he doesn't question it. He understands what the locket is telling him and so he pushes open the door and walks inside the small little shop.
A little bell tinkles sweetly and a flurry of snow enters with him. A man behind the counter looks up in surprise, and Jiyong stares at him intently, trying to find why he's here.
"You fix things?" Jiyong asks, thinking he knows why he's here.
The man smiles, "Yep, I sure do."
"You can fix anything?" Jiyong knows why he's here.
He nods, "I do my best."
Jiyong reaches deep into the pocket of his oversized jacket and pulls out a delicate gold locket. "It won't open. I've tried everything," he mumbles softly as he places it gently on the counter. His fingers linger on it a second longer than they should, the locket was still hot, and then he retracts his hand quickly, sticking it back into his jacket pocket.
The man simply nods as he reaches to pick up the locket. Jiyong notices just the slightest hesitation from the man as his fingertips touch the locket, and he wonders if the other man can feel the locket's heat. If he does, he doesn't say anything and shakes his head slightly as he brings the locket to eye level to examine it.
The man takes impossibly long examing the locket, and for a second Jiyong is worried that he was wrong, and that he did the wrong thing. But then the other man sighs, "I'll have it fixed in twelve days," and Jiyong's troubles are forgotten. He nods in thanks, and turns to walk out of the shop to search for a place to sleep for the night.
He's halfway through the shop when the man asks, "Wait! What's your name?"
Jiyong glances over his shoulder, but keeps walking. He mustn't get to friendly with this man, otherwise he would break him.
"Jiyong."
Jiyong/Youngbae
AU
Inspired by a simple thing the love of my life told me, "There's nothing that can't be fixed."
Word Count: 1291
Part 2
Kwon Jiyong isn't really sure what his purpose is. He just knows that he can find things and he can break things. Most of the time, he find things that shouldn't be found, and breaks things that can't be fixed. He doesn't do it on purpose, but he can't help himself. It's in his nature. It's in his nature, and he hates it because it's ruined his life.
He's found a purse belonging to the woman his father was cheating with (and consequently his parents marriage was broken; he never saw his father again and Jiyong blames himself), he found the suicide note from his sister (and with that, his family ties were officially broken; his sister was gone forever and he moved out of his mother's house the next day), he found himself not able to pay for college (and he found his dreams of producing music broken), he broke his boss's coffee mug four times in one week (and then he found himself without a job; he then found himself without money or a home shortly after that), he broke his old, used car's engine (and he still isn't sure how that happened, but then he found that he then had to walk everywhere), and he broke his own heart when he found a girl that he loved but didn't love him back because he had no money and no job and no house.
But Jiyong likes to attempt to be optimisitic. He likes to pretend that he believes that one day his life will be better. That one day, nothing will ever break and nothing bad will happen. He likes to imagine that his mother and father are still together, that his sister will be finishing with graduate school at the same time he's finished with college, that after school he'll somehow become an intern at a music company and then win over the hearts of his bosses earning himself a permanent job, and that then he'll finally be able to show the world the music that's inside him. But Jiyong knows he's just being wistful, he knows that there's no such thing as happy endings and that real world isn't that hospitable.
***
Jiyong doesn't have a house. Hasn't had one for over a year. He never sleeps in the same place for more than a week at a time. See, the thing with finding things is that he's able to find empty houses with owners who won't be back for a while. Whether he finds the house with the door unlocked, or he finds the forgotten spare key under the doormat, he always manages to find somewhere to sleep at night.
But the problem with finding houses that no one is currently using is that there is never any food in them. Jiyong has gotten used to that fact by now, and he can function (semi) properly on almost nothing. All he needs is a piece of stale bread and a glass of water, and he figures he's good for the day. And over the months of his new diet, Jiyong has watched as his cheek bones have become more prominent and his clothes have become too large for him.
Sometimes when Jiyong passes by a mirror, or a window, or anything reflected, he likes to examine his prominent cheek bones. They intrigue him, he thinks they're beautiful. They show the contours of his face and make him look like a model. His finger tips trace the bones softly, and he imagines himself walking on a runway wearing designer clothes that cost millions of dollars. But then his stomach growls, and he's forced back into reality.
***
The only thing that Jiyong keeps with him at all times is a locket.
It's an old, heavy thing, but he loves it dearly. His grandmother gave it to him when he was four. He remembers the moment perfectly.
---
"Jiyongie, come here, halmoni has something to give you~" his grandmother cooed.
Jiyong hesitatingly sits on her lap, secretly hoping that his grandmother was going to give him candy or something similar. But instead she pulls a gold locket out of her pocket and places it gently around his neck. He picks it up, his small hands trying to open it, trying to see what's inside the locket. Maybe it's candy.
"No, no, no, Jiyongie. You can't open it."
He looks up at her in confusion.
"You can't open it yet, Jiyongie."
"Why?"
She smiles, and shakes her head. "You just can't. You're not in love yet."
"I love you, halmoni."
She laughs, and shakes her head again. "I love you too, Jiyongie. But you'll know what I mean when you're older."
***
It's the middle of winter when Jiyong finds the little shop.
He's wandering around the snowy streets trying to find somewhere he can sleep for the night. It has to be about 5 o'clock, he figures, because it's almost dark and the temperature is quickly dropping. His pace quickens as he feels something pulling him strongly down the street. He wonders if it's a little house whose owners are on vacation, or a currently vacant apartment on the third floor of some building. He never really knows until he gets there.
But when it feels like he's arrived at the right spot, he's surprised to find himself in front of a small little shop with an old painted sign saying "Sun Rise". He cocks his head in confusion, he can see someone in the window, this place obviously already has an occupant. He sighs, maybe his skill of finding things are finally starting to fail him.
As he turns to walk away he sticks his hands in his pockets, but again he feels that pull leading him to the shop. He stops, looks at the shop once more, and he feels his grandmother's locket in his pocket grow hot. He doesn't know why, but he doesn't question it. He understands what the locket is telling him and so he pushes open the door and walks inside the small little shop.
A little bell tinkles sweetly and a flurry of snow enters with him. A man behind the counter looks up in surprise, and Jiyong stares at him intently, trying to find why he's here.
"You fix things?" Jiyong asks, thinking he knows why he's here.
The man smiles, "Yep, I sure do."
"You can fix anything?" Jiyong knows why he's here.
He nods, "I do my best."
Jiyong reaches deep into the pocket of his oversized jacket and pulls out a delicate gold locket. "It won't open. I've tried everything," he mumbles softly as he places it gently on the counter. His fingers linger on it a second longer than they should, the locket was still hot, and then he retracts his hand quickly, sticking it back into his jacket pocket.
The man simply nods as he reaches to pick up the locket. Jiyong notices just the slightest hesitation from the man as his fingertips touch the locket, and he wonders if the other man can feel the locket's heat. If he does, he doesn't say anything and shakes his head slightly as he brings the locket to eye level to examine it.
The man takes impossibly long examing the locket, and for a second Jiyong is worried that he was wrong, and that he did the wrong thing. But then the other man sighs, "I'll have it fixed in twelve days," and Jiyong's troubles are forgotten. He nods in thanks, and turns to walk out of the shop to search for a place to sleep for the night.
He's halfway through the shop when the man asks, "Wait! What's your name?"
Jiyong glances over his shoulder, but keeps walking. He mustn't get to friendly with this man, otherwise he would break him.
"Jiyong."