doppelgänger

( for no reason than to fuck with him—no genuine offense taken to something so trivial—she lets the moment wind a heartbeat before breaking point, discomfort pooling solid between them. the silence speaks itself, eyes narrowed. ) you’re so full of shit, jiyong. ( but the curve of her mouth dissipates the tension. she glances at the exit for a third party, relieved despite herself that no one’s walked in. it’d be a tricky situation to explain, no matter how unlikely. ‘you kind of all look alike when you squint’ kind of tricky. ) get over it. actually, consider yourself lucky. what was that, your first kiss? ( she’s grinning again. ) or were you hoping for someone else? ( it’s a blind shot, that it lands a hit only pure coincidence. )

( it’s confusing as all hell, if you want to know the truth-- the fact that aegi noona’s kiss still lingers and he’s a flushed mess. just a child trying to act like an adult, recomposing himself and straightening his shoulders as she speaks. you’re so full of shit. she’s probably right ) that-wasn’t-my-first-kiss! ( there it is: the flushed mess across his face and his nostrils flaring as the words come out in a jumbled string from his lips. it’s not his first kiss ( his first kiss was stolen as well, funnily enough, by the bastard with whiskey on his breath ) but it’s the last part of her question that causes the pink tinge to spread to the tips of his ears ) yah. w-what about you? ( diversion, yes. his hands move to his hips, pointed in accusation ) what are you doing pulling random guys into dark corners? do y-- 설마  ( he clicks his tongue, leaning forward to stoop the bit it takes for their faces to meet. he’s unsure of where this newfound confidence is coming from-- he reckons it’s a defense mechanism. put on a show and maybe she’ll forget about the fact that his cheeks are still red ) do you like me? ( he grins, leaning back, this time crossing his arms over his chest ) well, it’s possible, i guess ( he sighs dramatically, inspecting his nails ) but i don’t think jaewook hyung would be too happy. noona, i’m sorry but-- you have to let your feelings go... ( gaze cast to the floor in compassion, lips pulled to a frown for empathy with a sympathetic shake of his head )

( where’s his goddamn oscar? )         

* psycho-babble

“what are we talking about today, counselor?”

he’s content again, like a child at play time, leaning back against the toilet as he’s scolded for speaking informally and he’s grinning that cheshire grin. “crack you open? you’re not a fruit” he says with a smirk, lifting his shoe up onto the plastic cover and picking a piece of lint off. he knows what he means, but still he jests. “i just want to know what’s going on in that head of yours, y’know. like a good friend. i care.” he says it with a lilting tone but there’s truth behind his words-- as always, ji yong was a double edged sword of exceptionally bad jokes and empathetic intentions behind the veil of sarcasm he had on display for the world to see (and sometimes, with people like uisoo, he’d let slip that he cares-- because goddammit does he ever). but he knows better than to poke and prod hwang uisoo too much (was this some odd respect for his hyung? probably).

“i don’t know” he says nonchalantly with a sigh, lifting his other foot onto the toilet seat cover. “anything. fuck. as long as you don’t bore me to death like my last client did” he rolls his eyes comically, even though the cheong ryong was on the other side of the bathroom stall. “entertain me. make it up. tell me you killed a man or something deep and dark, i’m in need of new material for my shrink.” he laughs, looking over at the blank wall. the thought of painfully studios and filial son hwang uisoo doing anything out of the norm is a funny thought, he reckons.

➖ FORELSKET

( * should he have known better? absolutely. better about the risks of walking out into the open with his vulnerabilities not only on his sleeve but on his back. broad shoulders that remained tense, at all times, no matter what. even when he had no idea that he was being followed to such a sacred endeavor, as he kicked off his loose Converse and pulled off his socks to sit in the sand. not even when said figure sits down next to him, making himself known. ) 

( * god, he was good at that. at being known, but not obvious. one of the many things jaebum couldn’t really wrap his head around, not even for the seizing moment where he swore that he knew the feeling that had encompassed him moments before. the tense muscle in his chest, the beating turns into violent thuds, and his fingers tap and twitch - for what? seeing jiyong smile more in three minutes than he’s seen in three years? )

( * he can’t bother to say the first word most days, both of them knew that. it wasn’t jaebum’s place to have the grabs at the first breath. but today, something  - maybe the warm sand and the cool sea breeze -  enticed him to be daring for once. ) 

                              you’re really confusing annoying, I hope you know that.

( despite the seagulls and the waves crashing before them, ji yong can hear the other beside him. his presence is deafening; warmth radiating. it’s hard to ignore the things left unsaid between the two-- i like you, you’re a dick, i wish i wasn’t so stuck on you. but he does it anyways, content with the mild murmur amidst their knees faintly touching. he promised that he’d be patient ) ( his palms touch the sand, shuffling rocks between his fingertips, finding it difficult to stick to his word. god, he was good at that: leaving the things unsaid, unsaid. it drove ji yong crazy ) ( but he’s eating his words as soon as he thinks it, a tinge of guilt washing over him as he smirks, sand falling through his grasp. he doesn’t look at him for the moment ) 알아  ( he finally answers him, sighing as he shakes the sand away ) you are too ( it’s not a challenge, just a statement; nonchalant. he still doesn’t turn to look at him-- he finds this easier ) 

blue, i need to rest

(here’s the secret: none of that shit worked.)

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“the world is your oyster; don’t fuck it up.”

doppelgänger

( it takes longer than it should to realize that is all very much a one-sided affair, that he seems to lag a step behind, more uncertain than hungry. the silk of his tie slides smooth between her fingers but she could’ve sworn he’d picked a bow. another oddity: the absence of his hands on her waist, and the taste of champagne. when had he decided to slip himself a glass? confusion pulls her back, ‘what’s wrong?’ hanging on the tip of her tongue when she’s finally able to take stock of who she’s pressed against the wall. ) what the fuck? jiyong? ( a quick step backwards, eyes connecting in full recognition and she bursts into laughter, a hand held over her mouth as she doubles halfway over to contain a silent belly laugh. but the similarity is a little uncanny, if you squint really hard. same height, same rich fuck styled hair, black suits and leather shoes indistinguishable from the back. he’s about to say something but she just can’t. stop. laughing. a palm raised in placation. ) sorry, just give me ( chokes ) a second, i can’t.

july 2014.

( he’s slower than usual, thoughts drawling out like a slow haze. it takes a moment of soft lips against his to put two-and-two together: that the mouth against his most definitely does not belong to who he wants thinks it belongs to. still, he finds it hard to move-- hard to do anything with his hands raised at arms beside him; in surrender ) ( look, he’s not saying he likes kissing random strangers. but it’s not the worst thing he’s ever done. except, said “random stranger” is now ripping their lips apart, and her voice filters through the small space, leaving kang ji yong at a standstill )

(  oh  )

(  shit  )

( and song aegi gongju is laughing, practically keeling over in her strappy dress as she looks at him. he’s got his fucking ass on the line-- but there’s also his pride, flaring up as he clenches his jaw ) are you finished? ( here come the dramatics: ji yong clears his throat with a click of his tongue, straightening the tie that had almost oh god come undone ) i’m glad that this is funny to you but i don’t appreciate being man-handled like that ( he’s got to place blame somewhere, right? so jaewook hyung doesn’t come for blood for the witch hunt that’s bound to happen... he’s fucked )    

^ genius

“You never told me you were fucking smart.” 

ji yong was no horticulturalist but he did appreciate a good tree when he saw one: and man, the great oak in front of his homeroom was truly resplendent. there’s something calming about leaves bristling in the july heat; it makes him reminiscent of bubblegum drops and scraped knees (time felt different back then-- like there was more of it).

but, some things never change.

he sits in class with his morning yakult between long teeth, the small plastic yogurt can dangling dangerously at the other end of the straw. he’s chewing on it absentmindedly, head tilted to the side as he looks out at his favourite tree, whatever assignment ssaem had left them to work on completely forgotten on one side of his desk. the only proof of kang ji yong’s grades were tucked behind said assignment-- away from prying eyes-- The Notes. the ones he supposedly didn’t do (as any good-student-of-sunhwa would tell you, for kang ji yong slept through most lectures like a cat). he did them. always; on lazy afternoons and late nights he can’t sleep.  still, he’d rather be out climbing trees.  his thoughts lead him to shuffle the notes on his desk, surfacing as he distractedly looks out the window. there’s movement beside him, and then proximity as his seatmate pokes his head between his desk and his face.

아이씨, 진짜

he raises a brow, looking between his exposed notes and haesoo before sighing, pulling the straw along with the empty yakult tin out from between his teeth. “you’re not very observant.” ji yong retorts, eyes scanning wire frame glasses. “keep it down, would ya?” he hushes the cheong ryong, looking around at the other heads leaned over their desks, scribbling furiously. “i’ve got a reputation to uphold, you know” this time, he smirks. he doesn’t know why this embarrassed him, that his first instinct is to discreetly shove the notes back underneath the pile of loose-leaf papers-- he’d been caught in far more compromising positions. still, his own words amused him (kang ji yong thinks he’s a fucking riot), looking at haesoo with a grin as he pops the chewed up straw back between his lips.

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( kkt — 귀요미 깡지용이 ) ah no not HIM the cute one the younger one  ( kkt — 귀요미 깡지용이 ) but tbh the farming man is nice too he offered to give me some beets and i thought he was talking abt the headphones i thought it was abt 2 be lit ( kkt — 귀요미 깡지용이 ) good as always :) when am i ever not tbh zzzzzz ( kkt — 귀요미 깡지용이 ) more imprtly ;) ;) ;) what’s got u so busy these days bro ( kkt — 귀요미 깡지용이 ) or should i say ( kkt — 귀요미 깡지용이 ) ~~~~WHO~~~~~

( kkt ⟶ hubby ) oh the ~younger one. gave you free ice cream, huh? ( kkt ⟶ hubby ) [emoji] ( kkt ⟶ hubby ) ㅎㅎㅎ ( kkt ⟶ hubby ) i mean... okay. fine. yeah okay. i’m just always wondering about u, okay? since i can’t bother u in homeroom anymore :/ (but i mean i get to have extended bathroom breaks now so that’s cool-- do you think they found our baduk stash in the boiler room yet) ( kkt ⟶ hubby ) no comment... ( kkt ⟶ hubby ) [emoji] ( kkt ⟶ hubby ) ok but high key it’s good. like real good. ( kkt ⟶ hubby ) like “my knees feel nostalgic”, good. ja feel me??? ( kkt ⟶ hubby )아 몰라  ~