jeogi
in
openpockets
the north face: 3º
makohe
dongwoo and hoya, gen, pg
a/n: i've come to realize that this whole series is solely for my own enjoyment haha. pardon the flood of entries.
there isn't a big click thereafter.
howon finds himself on top of the highest crevice every morning, dongwoo alone in his tent. it's not like he's expecting anything, not much, but dongwoo would like to think that there would be something. how many rock-climbing, sun-surfing koreans do you find along the california coast anyway?
but apparently howon didn't really think much of it. the wind is calling, he would say (or the golden framed back of howon would say, against the sea breeze), and that was that.
it's a rare day when howon decides that he wants to stay on the ground. eventful, too, because now dongwoo can talk.
“when i die,” dongwoo says, “i’ll be reborn as a cooperative unit of the functioning society. how about you?”
howon thinks. the surge and crash of every wave against the beach breaks every silence into further smaller fragments. “i don’t plan on it.”
"what's it?" dongwoo asks. howon shrugs. grabs his surfboard and cuts through the water, and for once, dongwoo joins him.
howon leaves on a plane to korea the next morning, and dongwoo doesn't know why. all he knows is, well, he belongs there.
dongwoo and hoya, gen, pg
a/n: i've come to realize that this whole series is solely for my own enjoyment haha. pardon the flood of entries.
there isn't a big click thereafter.
howon finds himself on top of the highest crevice every morning, dongwoo alone in his tent. it's not like he's expecting anything, not much, but dongwoo would like to think that there would be something. how many rock-climbing, sun-surfing koreans do you find along the california coast anyway?
but apparently howon didn't really think much of it. the wind is calling, he would say (or the golden framed back of howon would say, against the sea breeze), and that was that.
it's a rare day when howon decides that he wants to stay on the ground. eventful, too, because now dongwoo can talk.
“when i die,” dongwoo says, “i’ll be reborn as a cooperative unit of the functioning society. how about you?”
howon thinks. the surge and crash of every wave against the beach breaks every silence into further smaller fragments. “i don’t plan on it.”
"what's it?" dongwoo asks. howon shrugs. grabs his surfboard and cuts through the water, and for once, dongwoo joins him.
howon leaves on a plane to korea the next morning, and dongwoo doesn't know why. all he knows is, well, he belongs there.