the thirty-eighth parallel | youngdo/eunsang | 1/3youcallitwinterFebruary 25 2014, 17:47:52 UTC
"My game has no rules", he tells her. It's a threat. Maybe a warning. Maybe an admission. He's not sure. But with the right amount of menace, it sounds meaningful.
(My mat has no rules.)
"It's not a game, then."
She looks tired. He doesn't know if it's him or the three jobs she's working or being poverty stricken or being in love with an asshole like Kim Tan. He'd like to believe it's him.
"If there were no rules, there'd be no game. The game is the rules. If every game didn't have different rules then there'd be no difference between them. You would keep playing and nobody would ever win and nobody would ever lose." The idiot part is unspoken, but it makes the corners of his mouth twist up
( ... )
the thirty-eighth parallel | youngdo/eunsang | 2/3youcallitwinterFebruary 25 2014, 17:49:06 UTC
That she’s leaning against his locker is new. He hasn’t seen her in three days, but she looks like she did three days ago; worried, possibly terrified. It’s getting boring.
“I’m fine,” he drawls out the syllables, fills in the space with meaningful pauses, “you don’t need to check up on me like a good little girlfriend.”
Across the hall, he can almost see Tan go rigid. Can tell the moment down to the second when his eyes land on them. He leans in closer, just because. Shoots a smirk in the space across, diagonally.
“Sweet of you to be worried, though, new money.”
“Please-”
“- forgive you,” he says, “We’ll have to see won’t-”
“Please don’t sue,” she manages, in a rush, the words dripping over one another, making him pause, really pause, for a nanosecond.
“What?”
“Please don’t sue,” she says again, “I really am sorry, I don’t know why- just,” the lowering of her voice, this is a secret, “you know I can’t afford it. Please.It irrationally annoys him, this line of conversation, because he's reading this wrong, he's been reading
( ... )
the thirty-eighth parallel | youngdo/eunsang | 3/3youcallitwinterFebruary 25 2014, 18:03:49 UTC
(Never give up anything for love, she'll tell him, one night, at Rachel's grand party for Hyo Shin sunbae's return. She'll be half drunk and happier than he's seen her recently, and he wouldn't mean to end up there at all, next to her, like they're all a part of the same social circle, like she fits in there now, like love actually fucking makes the world go round, if it feels like giving up, it's not love anyway.
Experience? Just to be a dick.
She'll reach out, absent-mindedly, and straighten his tie, and he'll have to remind himself to breathe, wisdom.)
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He runs into her in the supermarket.
"Of all the supermarkets in all the towns, she walks into mine," he remarks, Casablanca is his mother's favorite movie. He remembers everything from it, Bo Na still makes fun of him for it.
She doesn't get the reference, her forehead creasing, "it's the one I always come to, you should know that, with that impressive stalker's profile you built up two summers ago."
You will always be a woman to me, he'd said once. He tried, not to, if
( ... )
*pets* well, when you think about it, it is all your fault and alex's fault. and i never host ficathons because i cannot stop writing when i do. life is hard.
and if you hate me, hate me, hate me, then hate me so good
that you can let me out, let me out, let me out
of this hell when you're around
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(My mat has no rules.)
"It's not a game, then."
She looks tired. He doesn't know if it's him or the three jobs she's working or being poverty stricken or being in love with an asshole like Kim Tan. He'd like to believe it's him.
"If there were no rules, there'd be no game. The game is the rules. If every game didn't have different rules then there'd be no difference between them. You would keep playing and nobody would ever win and nobody would ever lose." The idiot part is unspoken, but it makes the corners of his mouth twist up ( ... )
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“I’m fine,” he drawls out the syllables, fills in the space with meaningful pauses, “you don’t need to check up on me like a good little girlfriend.”
Across the hall, he can almost see Tan go rigid. Can tell the moment down to the second when his eyes land on them. He leans in closer, just because. Shoots a smirk in the space across, diagonally.
“Sweet of you to be worried, though, new money.”
“Please-”
“- forgive you,” he says, “We’ll have to see won’t-”
“Please don’t sue,” she manages, in a rush, the words dripping over one another, making him pause, really pause, for a nanosecond.
“What?”
“Please don’t sue,” she says again, “I really am sorry, I don’t know why- just,” the lowering of her voice, this is a secret, “you know I can’t afford it. Please.It irrationally annoys him, this line of conversation, because he's reading this wrong, he's been reading ( ... )
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Experience? Just to be a dick.
She'll reach out, absent-mindedly, and straighten his tie, and he'll have to remind himself to breathe, wisdom.)
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He runs into her in the supermarket.
"Of all the supermarkets in all the towns, she walks into mine," he remarks, Casablanca is his mother's favorite movie. He remembers everything from it, Bo Na still makes fun of him for it.
She doesn't get the reference, her forehead creasing, "it's the one I always come to, you should know that, with that impressive stalker's profile you built up two summers ago."
You will always be a woman to me, he'd said once. He tried, not to, if ( ... )
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so i wanted to say something super mean but i cant even do that
just
just burry me
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If you're looking to find me, I'll be somewhere in the abyss. Bye.
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But it is my headcanon that Eunsang once broke a plate on Youngdo's head and he then paid for it.
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