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hjremi​:

“okay. i won’t forget.” remi looks properly chastised, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “sorry, again.” he listens to sungho’s explanation, if you could call it that, of why he’s so secretive, fidgeting with one of his bracelets just to keep his hands occupied, tugging one of the chunkier beads out and letting it snap against his wrist.

what a bleak outlook on life. remi has firsthand experience with being used for another’s gain - it’s the whole reason he was in korea, after all - and yet… sungho seems like so much more of a pessimist, by comparison. “don’t you get tired?” it kinda slips out, not really meaning to start anything with the other. “like… i’m not planning on staying here forever either, but…” he shrugs a little bit. “it seems like it would be exhausting to think that everyone’s always out to get you, i don’t know.”

remi has a lot of friends on the island, most just that passing sort of friendship he doesn’t expect to last, but that’s okay. he can’t imagine blocking himself off from the world like this, no matter how jaded he got. “i’m not trying to tell you that you’re wrong or anything. i really don’t wanna fight about this, honestly. just… i don’t know. it’s cliché to say that you can trust me, especially since we barely know each other, but i don’t have any ulterior motives about wanting to get to know you. most people around here don’t. some of ‘em, yeah, sure. but most of us are just trying to do our own shit.”

it’s silent for a moment as remi tries to think, to plan out what steps he would have to take in order to go out of town with sungho. he doesn’t even know how far away the capital is from here, how long of a drive it would be. his truck’s not exactly great, he still has to- oh, shit. making a surprised noise as his bracelet snaps, dumping beads onto his lap, remi curses under his breath. “my bad. thinking too hard, i guess. i’ll look into it later though, see if we can make it happen. gotta do a little research about it, ’s all.” having collected all the beads, remi leans over, dumping them into the ashtray on the nearby coffee table to deal with later. that’s a problem for future remi. “did you want to do something today, still, or..?”

Sungho just sat there listening to the other. Yes, he was annoyed that Remi wasn't considering why. Not that he would have any idea about that, but in that moment, the familiar feeling of being misunderstood was front and center. His distance was part of his norm, especially when his behavior in high school escalated. That made him an outcast, as he didn't keep the harmony. He pushed the limit not out of pure rebellion but because of the pressure. Doing the same thing as his peers made him feel more invisible than he already was. Everything revolved around status and bragging rights. Doing the exact opposite gave him freedom because the expectations shifted from meeting high demands to just staying out of trouble.

With Remi's last words, that meant the trip wasn't going to happen anytime soon. Damn, he was looking forward to getting away from everything that was going on. Sungho had already settled on lying that he was visiting the island instead of admitting where he lived. There was too much going on that it was exhausting.

"Are we not doing something now?" He wasn't expecting a real answer from that question, with a sarcastic, dumbfounded look. "Let's see if the food is still there," he said from the bed, heading towards the door.

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REGulate

Year: 20XX

Location: Seoul

Looking out at the pedestrians below, Sungho's gaze is fixed on them.  "Ants, they all look like ants," he thinks as he steps away with an unamazed sigh. He's approaching 50 now but could pass for early 30s. An advantage, more so in today's world. Retirement was on the horizon, but he was still on the grind to stay busy. The idea of a family was long gone, he had made due with his steady partner.

Sunhgo put his career first, which, though some may not agree with it, was his choice. Being VP of compliance and regulations carried a lot of weight and power. Other businesses had to adhere or face fines and penalties. Sungho was cutthroat, drawing much ire but also upholding an industry standard. Now he had almost encyclopedic knowledge of law, business, and human resources; he was a living book able to consult on these matters. Though he preferred to audit since it dealt less with legal matters or being accused of having a conflict of interest.

"Sir, the meeting will start soon,"

"i hope they're prepared this time," he replied, checking over the folder. There was more he could say, but he didn't. More so now that he was doing away with that roundabout speech. Sungho was softer with his partner, they were part of his personal world, not the one of business. He clicked the pen in his hand, a habit he formed long ago. The rumor was that it was for show, being made of gold, and it really didn't work.

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The meeting lasted for 4 hours, a chore to get through. The company representatives wanted to block a merger from going through, but through legal means, there was little chance of them stopping it. Sungho was annoyed at the previous meeting since they had no plan to consider the worst, business was about feelings. At the very least, the company could admit that it would gain leverage from the merger to increase its own intellectual property. He advised that they have some members on the board with equal power so that even with layoffs, they wouldn't be totally shut out. There was a follow up meeting later that week to finalize their proposal, which gave off time to comb through it for any loopholes.

The documents were in a closed folder on his desk. Sungho was burnt out already, having tried to work on it, passing the time playing with the gold pen. He toyed with the idea of retiring early, but then what he do? He could be a university lecturer with more than enough experience, but he's been down that road. Consulting? He was an introvert at heart. He looked at his schedule, seeing a round of less intense meetings. He honestly wanted to go home, but work must be done. The knock at the door made him prop up and appear like he was busy before his assistant appeared.

"Sir, you have a call on line 3," they informed him.

His eyes narrowed for a moment, seeing the subtle nervous energy of his assistant, "Thank you," he replied as he picked up the phone as they left. What was this about? He didn't speak first, putting the pressure on.

"H-hello? Is this Reed?" the voice spoke in a shaky tone. His eyes widen, knowing this wasn't a business call. "Reed, Dad needs your help." Sungho dropped the phone trying to process hearing his merfolk name. Dad!? Does that mean the person is a sibling of his? Their voice did sound young. Why trouble was going on? He quickly composed himself hearing the person panic on the other end. “There is no Reed here. Don’t call again.” he replied then hunug up the phone. A cop out, but he knew that wasn’t going to be end of this. Sungho’s went to back to othe window. When he left Hanjeong it was on rather messy terms but he had no concern as he promised himself he would never return. When the truth of his origin was revealed, Sungho was in denial for a long time thinking it was a sick joke but over time the proof came making him realize he was part of species he was wholly ignorant about.  “No, I’m not going back there . . .no matter what.”

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wooyoungislove​:

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hjremi​

god had to humble him somehow, and since making him 5'4 and from fucking massachusetts hadn’t worked, giving him something to be insecure about was the next best thing, surely. it wasn’t even his fault, what had happened, he was just the only one left to tell the fucking tale about it. and honestly, even if he wasn’t able to cash in on pretty privilege anymore, remi was still doing pretty damn good. he’d said sungho was the first person in his room in a while, but he wasn’t the first person in remi’s room ever. far from it, in fact.

sungho is actually interesting, though, more than most of the people that attend their school, and definitely more than most of the people remi’s brought back before. those people… they like that remi’s foreign, that he’s new. he talks funny, talks loud, is different. it’s almost too easy. sungho doesn’t give a shit about any of that. he doesn’t give a shit about remi, doesn’t give a shit if he’s funny, if he’s flirtatious, and honestly, that’s what makes him so appealing.

“i mean…” try not to get arrested. try not to get sent to fucking prison. god, which prison would they even send him to? he can’t imagine they’d send a little twink like him to men’s prison, especially given his whole… situation, but- fuck, dude, focus.

“i wanna become an engineer. build cool tech, stuff that helps people, makes the world more accessible. not around here, obviously. maybe in seoul or something.” tucking his knees to his chest, remi hugs them, resting his chin on top of the hole in his jeans. “you have to be good, engineering’s a really competitive field. i can’t fuck around, y'know? i already took some time off school, so i’m already behind. that’s why i’m doing the dual major.” this was his first year back, since… well, making him a second year student at the ripe age of 23.

“why do you look so surprised?” he laughs, grateful to not have to talk about the future anymore. “i barely know anything about you. just stuff i’ve heard from other people, mostly. and whatever i’ve weedled out of you at school. mysterious is almost too light a word. more like enigma.”

as the other stares him down, remi stares at his bedspread, unable to meet sungho’s eyes. he’d thought the other knew. like, c'mon, pot brownies? that’s the most cliche thing he’s ever heard. “c'mon, don’t- don’t look at me like that. i would’ve told you if you’d wanted some. i also kinda figured you knew? since you said that shit about me losing it…” he trails off, shame making his ears feel hot. clearing his throat, he makes an effort to properly apologise, letting his knees fall and turning towards sungho more fully. “i’m sorry. i swear i- i would’ve said something, i wasn’t just gonna like, drug you, that’d be fucked up as hell.”

he must not have upset sungho all that bad, however, seeing as the man’s still willing to go somewhere with him. the capital… that’s kinda far away, isn’t it? and sungho wants to go? with him? “wherever you want.” it’s soft, softer than he planned. embarrassing ass- oh my god. “that’s kinda like, an all-day deal though, isn’t it?” it’s not a no, however.

Sungho could be intense and Remi was feeling it now. his avoidance t olook at him was proof. While he would've he didn't at 1st offer and that what was annoyed him. Sungho was relatively sober now and intended to stay that way. He had no real interst in getting high oro drinking. Even though he was far away frmo his parents, clean image was still expected. The shame itself was enough to keep him in check. "I'm sober, I may drink wine or smoke hookah but that's it," he replied, "Anything else is no just so you know." "Anyways this place isn't exactly safe, I mean the island as a whole. These supernaturals? non-humans? are I don't know," Sungho may not have been actively prejuidice against the sirens, merfolks, etc. but at the same time he wasn't going out his way to defend them. He was living here alone and had to protect himself, "Look sometimes it's best to just lay low and focus on yourself, you can't tell me msot people aren't goingto use someone else to get ahead or for some type of gain. Anyone can hurt anyone. Plus I'm noto staying here forever so part of some is like why bother trying to connect." Was he being too honest!? Who was Remi gooing to tell anyways!? The landlord!? Sungho ws sure they would never cross pths and if anything got out he could deny it. Not like their interaction was being recorded. "So what if it's all day, yeah school is important but you got to live a little. I could be ready to go tomororow," he looked at Remi this time different from before, it was a bit more kinder, "Since you're driving you let me know owhen you're ready."

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hjremi​:

”i don’t know how to respond to that in a way that doesn’t hurt my chances of seeing you again, so i’m just gonna take the l and shut my mouth.“ better to be honest about that, at least. they’re both guys in their 20’s, which is… literally marvel’s target audience, but he doesn’t have to be all that bright to realise it’s not a label sungho wants. plus, for as pretty as sungho is, he kinda reads more like a weeb, if remi’s honest. like if they’d gone over to sungho’s instead, remi might unearth a waifu pillow or spot some wrapped manga. maybe a figurine or twelve, if he was deep into it.

try not to go extreme and try to take down the government. well…

remington clifford, wanted by the fbi for questioning in regards to an eco-terrorism group based out of cambridge. the dandelion tattooed on his hip has never felt more like a brand.

he laughs, hoping it doesn’t sound too fake. ”right, yeah. i mean, the computers are for work. place like this doesn’t pay for itself.“ his parents send him money sometimes, sure, but it’s kind of sporadiac, as they don’t want to clue the literal fucking fbi into where remi’s staying. for all they treated him like a show pony and a social experiment sometimes, they’re at least good for that. ”i won’t bore you with the details or anything, because like… it really is boring, even to computer guys. but yeah, ah, no hacking here, no worries!“

fuck, dude, could you be anymore awkward? he blames the brownie, honestly. maybe sungho was right about him losing it.

”okay, first of all, her ballerina friend was way hotter, make no fuckin’ mistake about that one. and second, didn’t they like, shun him down into the basement in the first place for being all fucked-up looking?“ he’d only seen the movie like once, at least that he can recall. not his favourite musical, always more of a rent person, which he supposes should be obvious, considering his whole… him. gesturing vaguely towards his own face, which there is no way on god’s green earth that sungho hasn’t noticed, but he’s sweet to pretend. it’s pretty short-lived, however, as remi abruptly decides he doesn’t want to hear whatever it is sungho might have to say about it, if he stops pretending. ”actually, nevermind.“

sitting up, remi glances over at the tv, watching as nana and hachi go shopping for those damn strawberry glasses. ”not in a bit, no. i’ve been before, to like check it out, or whatever, but engineering exams fucking suck, dude. i’ve been holed up in here for weeks working on my stupid final project.“ he puffs out his cheeks in annoyance, hugging his knees to his chest. ”you should be grateful, you know. you’re the first person i’ve had over since i started really working on it.“ there’s a light teasing tone to his voice, greasy on purpose.

they’d been here almost the same amount of time. that’s fun. no wonder their paths didn’t really cross, with sungho trying to keep a low profile, and remi having to take a solid year and a half after his arrival to figure out how the fuck to speak korean enough to survive. ”mm, maybe. maybe i’m bored with my small-town life, and i need some beautiful, mysterious city boy to whisk me off my feet, make me feel alive.“ he pushes at sungho with a laugh whenever the other teases him right back, giving as good as he gets. ”shut up, i told you they’re for work! don’t be a brat.“

leaning over to where he had left his own soda, remi pops it open, leaning back on one hand to face sungho. ”we can go out somewhere if you really want, y'know. i’m not like, some hermit who shrivels up under the light of day. i just… i don’t know, man.“ he shrugs a little bit. ”every time i see you, there’s always a fuckton of other people around, y'know? like the library, the caf, whatever…“ not to mention, sungho wasn’t exactly a social butterfly. part being selfish and wanting sungho’s undivided attention, part not wanting to give the man a chance to run away before remi can make his move, even if it’s only friendship that he moves towards. ”it’s stupid, nevermind. i’m high, don’t listen to me.“ he shakes his head, taking another sip before setting his drink aside. ”did you wanna go out somewhere, then? i can drive, we don’t have to walk.“

Sungho had noticed Remi's scars but had enough sense to not say anything about them. He may have tried to hide it, but his self-esteem wasn't the highest, so why even bring attention to a sensitive topic? Life was difficult already, but add pretty privilege, insane expectations, and classism to the mix, and even already attractive people were going to struggle with such a beauty standard. Sungho may have fared better, but his attitude was such a turn-off. An example of deceiving looks because his smartass mouth, better than you aura, variety of mental health issues, and general indifference were masked by his celebrity-like face. Remi was the exact opposite of everything he knew, and yet there they were together in a room. without trying to kill each other.

"What's your plan after college? You're giving up a lot for a grade. Life is more than that." Was there bias like that? Sungho did come for the upper middle class, so even with high expectations, there was a sense of leisure and pleasure that was the real foundation of life. "Me? mysterious?" He was surprised that the word was used to describe him. "Anyway, the east side can be lively if you want that kind of life." Hearing the word brat was closer to the truth than mysterious, which was causing him to laugh. "I'm around people out of necessity, not because I enjoy it. My major, unofficially, is networking and making connections. That can be the difference between making a deal or not." He was being honest but managed to tact some other information on so he wasn't too vulnerable.

"You're high, so there was something in the brownies. Glad I said no," his glare was serious, hinting for Remi to not make such an offer again, "The best place to go is the capital, far away from the culture war here." Hell, he'd be open to spending a whole day there just for some normalcy, like real normal. No mermaids, sirens, flower people, nymphs, or whatever else might be walking around. It was ironic that after the treaty festival, the mayor died or was killed. The details weren't clear, and the tension was thick. Sungho's boss was getting almost paranoid about something, almost to the point of making HIM quit. It's not like he really needed the money, but financial independence was needed for certain reasons. He did not bore Remi with these thoughts, finishing off his coke.

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hjremi​:

“i am not losing it.” he’s not pouting. it would be embarrassing if he was pouting. “okay, so like, maybe i overindulged, maybe. but i earned it!” he’d just finished his final for the coastal engineering class the day before. which like, hey remi from the beginning of the year, don’t take that fucking class. it had been unnecessarily difficult, and they couldn’t even do anything with the things they learned, since the people that lived in the water wanted to be bitches about it. surrounded by the largest renewable resource in the world, but noooo… can’t do shit with it.

taking two cans of soda from the fridge, remi rolls his eyes as he rummages around for the stupid timer. he must not have shut it off properly whenever the brownies had been finished, because it’s rattling the whole damn counter with the vibrations from whatever drawer he’d shoved it in. “you seriously don’t know who jarvis is? but you know bb-8? dude. if anyone else in this town tells me they don’t know marvel, i’m gonna move to the sun.”

aha, success! he flicks the little switch, tossing the now-still timer back into the drawer. “jarvis is the ai from ironman. and way cooler than bb-8, for the record. well, maybe not in this case, since it’s just a custom voice for my echo.” those things were stupid easy to jailbreak - privacy first, privacy second! - but he didn’t even need to in order to accomplish that, as jarvis was a standard option available on them.

remi freezes as soon as he sees sungho, eyes scraping over him, before he makes himself look away. damn whatever horny lizard that lived in his brain for wanting to immediately crawl on top of the other. you can’t be eye-fucking him already, dude, he just got here. “here.” passing the soda over to sungho, remi sets his own aside, hitting the button on his tv before collapsing onto his stomach beside the other, letting out a heavy breath. exams got him fucked up.

“fuck, dude, i can’t wait for summer. i finally don’t look like the phantom of the fuckin’ opera, so i might actually be able to go to the beach.” his scar tissue had been healing pretty well, according to his doctor. so well, in fact, the little stick-and-poke tattoo he’d given himself on the back of his hand, which had already looked kinda shitty to begin with, had distorted further, the smiley face turning into some weird grin.

once the television loads properly, it begins auto-playing whatever he had on last, which from sound alone appears to be some anime he’d put on before going to sleep the night before. he’s not really even looking, turning instead to look at sungho. “are you staying in hanjeong for the summer? you live in the city normally, yeah?” he kinda vaguely recalls that, from some half-conversation they might’ve had between studying.

"Do I look like I watch Marvel!?" Sungho questioned in a defensive tone, "Plus, BB-8 could beat up the Avengers; hell, even we could." He was referencing an online meme that said the Avengers were so weak that almost everyone else could defeat them in battle, "Anyways, it's cool you know how to mod like that but not go extreme and try to take down the government?"

He was only half serious, as mass media often showed computer-inclined people to be hackers and anon troops in a never-ending war to overthrow "the system". It was probably usual for Remi, but Sungho asked for a soda specifically because that was something he was denied during his upbringing. Some things were considered uncultured and outside the family image, though his Mom did allow them when it was just the two of them. Sungho wasn’t liking how, in this short time with the other, he was getting reminders of his past. Remi was decently nice and all, but so far, this may not be a long-term thing if the reminders keep coming.

"Why not? He was rich as fuck and had the hottest woman after him," Sungho replied after drinking a third of the can in one go. "School got you that bad; you haven’t gone to the beach". There was disbelief in his voice. Sungho went at least twice to get away from everyone and decompress. Sure, there was some danger with the sirens and mermaids, but he didn’t have any contact with them that he knew of. For him, everyone was human until stated otherwise. He was unconcerned with the culture war, as he had no stake in it. He was at Hanjeong to get away from his family.

Anyways the anime did lessen the awkwardness by providing white noise to end the silence between them. He chuckled a bit at Remi, thinking he was just on a short stay. "No, I’ve been here for 3 years; I just kept a low profile. I've got to figure out my plan though, since my studies are finishing soon. Yeah, I live closer to the city. Why are you trying to come over?" There was a flirty hint in that. Of course, he wasn’t going to give full access to the other, despite his hidden reputation. Sungho could be as picky as he wanted because, well, body anatomy and conscent. "There are some more touristy areas that have a lot going on, so that might be more exciting. But if you like nature, there’s biking, hiking, walking trails, surfing, and sight-seeing away from the computer. Sungho looked at the other, sticking out his tongue, meaning his last words were playful and not to be taken as a vile dig.

hjremi​:

@hjxsungho your problem now

“don’t hit your head on the stairs on the way up.” remi reaches up, smacking the beam above his head. he’s too short to worry about it, usually, but sungho is taller than he is. as they reach the top of the small staircase in the back of the grocery store, remi fumbles with his door code for a minute, fingers clumsy.

“remington, is that you?” a woman’s voice, from the bottom of the stairs. presumably the woman that had been running the register whenever they’d come in, but no way to tell without seeing her.

“yes, mrs. kim!”

“are you feeling better? you looked peaky this morning.” he’d been stoned out of his gourd last he’d spoken to her, but he’s not about to tell her that.

“yes, mrs. kim, i’m feeling much better!” he pushes the door open, gesturing for sungho to enter first.

“oh, that’s wonderful to hear. do you want some kimchi jjigae? i made some earlier, it’s in the usual spot.”

fuck, he really does. focus, remi, focus. “i’ll stop by in a while to pick some up, thank you, mrs. kim. i’m gonna go now, i’ve got a friend over.” he looks to the other, shrugging helplessly, as if to say ’what can you do?’

friend is one way to put it. he and sungho go to the same small-ass college, sure, but this is their first time really ever hanging out. blame their different majors. “sorry, ’s my landlord.” he explains, closing the door and kicking his shoes off haphazardly and letting them land in the pile by his front door. “i think she’s adopted me, but i haven’t seen any paperwork yet. you want a drink?”

his apartment - though you can barely call it that, more of a room than anything else - is cluttered almost beyond belief. there’s hardly an inch of available wall space with all the posters, artwork, and most prominently, polaroids, that he’s got hanging up, no less than four monitors on his desk, and, whenever remi prompts, “jarvis, turn on the lights.” as he heads to his fridge, enough ambient lighting to bathe the whole room in a purpley glow. it’s not dirty, at least, just incredibly overfull.

“i’ve still got brownies too, if you’re interested. cliche, i know, but i don’t know how to bake anything else besides box mix.” he breaks off a little piece of one, popping it into his mouth. “you can sit anywhere, by the way. just shove shit if it’s in your way.” he forgot to put the futon back up before leaving this morning, but he’s sure sungho’s smart enough to figure it out.

Sungho was at times uninspired by university, having grown up in a high-performing environment. The academic leap from high school to university was an adjustment for anyone, but if you could see the patterns, it was a breeze. Even if he was the black sheep of the family, that wasn't an excuse to slack off. The young man was one of the top students in his major, partly by choice but also to avoid incurring the wrath of his parents. He still had the same expectations to achieve as his siblings. However, after leaving the island, he felt out of place, a common occurrence. The political landscape of the island didn't directly concern him, nor did the supernatural, as he was human. Some students were highly invested, or at least down for the cause. Remi(ngton) was one person who was on a similar wavelength. The two of them didn't have any classes together but studied adjacently from time to time. They weren't friends, but the potential was there.    Sungho almost said no to Remi's invitation to hang out but saw the effort. There was an instant tinge of envy at how the other and their landlord got along; it was more care than he got from his own mother. She even cooked for a guy who wasn't her son! Remi had it good; they weren't leaving without taking some of the food. Following the other, Sungho had no appreciation for the living space, as his classist mindset was peeking out as he took off his shoes. Remi's whole place could fit in Sungho's living room with more than enough room to spare. There was some charm to the room. The photos on the wall showed a hobby, the purple-hued light of the fridge had to be a custom mod. The imposing computer set-up screamed that this guy was a hella computer major. The mess was passable, as he was a college student. "That brownie got you losing it, so I'll pass. Who the hell is Jarvis? You're BB-8?" he asked as leaned back on the bed using his arms as support, “I’ll take a soda.”

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hjremi​:

@hjxsungho your problem now

“don’t hit your head on the stairs on the way up.” remi reaches up, smacking the beam above his head. he’s too short to worry about it, usually, but sungho is taller than he is. as they reach the top of the small staircase in the back of the grocery store, remi fumbles with his door code for a minute, fingers clumsy.

“remington, is that you?” a woman’s voice, from the bottom of the stairs. presumably the woman that had been running the register whenever they’d come in, but no way to tell without seeing her.

“yes, mrs. kim!”

“are you feeling better? you looked peaky this morning.” he’d been stoned out of his gourd last he’d spoken to her, but he’s not about to tell her that.

“yes, mrs. kim, i’m feeling much better!” he pushes the door open, gesturing for sungho to enter first.

“oh, that’s wonderful to hear. do you want some kimchi jjigae? i made some earlier, it’s in the usual spot.”

fuck, he really does. focus, remi, focus. “i’ll stop by in a while to pick some up, thank you, mrs. kim. i’m gonna go now, i’ve got a friend over.” he looks to the other, shrugging helplessly, as if to say ’what can you do?’

friend is one way to put it. he and sungho go to the same small-ass college, sure, but this is their first time really ever hanging out. blame their different majors. “sorry, ’s my landlord.” he explains, closing the door and kicking his shoes off haphazardly and letting them land in the pile by his front door. “i think she’s adopted me, but i haven’t seen any paperwork yet. you want a drink?”

his apartment - though you can barely call it that, more of a room than anything else - is cluttered almost beyond belief. there’s hardly an inch of available wall space with all the posters, artwork, and most prominently, polaroids, that he’s got hanging up, no less than four monitors on his desk, and, whenever remi prompts, “jarvis, turn on the lights.” as he heads to his fridge, enough ambient lighting to bathe the whole room in a purpley glow. it’s not dirty, at least, just incredibly overfull.

“i’ve still got brownies too, if you’re interested. cliche, i know, but i don’t know how to bake anything else besides box mix.” he breaks off a little piece of one, popping it into his mouth. “you can sit anywhere, by the way. just shove shit if it’s in your way.” he forgot to put the futon back up before leaving this morning, but he’s sure sungho’s smart enough to figure it out.

Sungho was at times uninspired by university, having grown up in a high-performing environment. The academic leap from high school to university was an adjustment for anyone, but if you could see the patterns, it was a breeze. Even if he was the black sheep of the family, that wasn't an excuse to slack off. The young man was one of the top students in his major, partly by choice but also to avoid incurring the wrath of his parents. He still had the same expectations to achieve as his siblings. However, after leaving the island, he felt out of place, a common occurrence. The political landscape of the island didn't directly concern him, nor did the supernatural, as he was human. Some students were highly invested, or at least down for the cause. Remi(ngton) was one person who was on a similar wavelength. The two of them didn't have any classes together but studied adjacently from time to time. They weren't friends, but the potential was there.    Sungho almost said no to Remi's invitation to hang out but saw the effort. There was an instant tinge of envy at how the other and their landlord got along; it was more care than he got from his own mother. She even cooked for a guy who wasn't her son! Remi had it good; they weren't leaving without taking some of the food. Following the other, Sungho had no appreciation for the living space, as his classist mindset was peeking out as he took off his shoes. Remi's whole place could fit in Sungho's living room with more than enough room to spare. There was some charm to the room. The photos on the wall showed a hobby, the purple-hued light of the fridge had to be a custom mod. The imposing computer set-up screamed that this guy was a hella computer major. The mess was passable, as he was a college student. "That brownie got you losing it, so I'll pass. Who the hell is Jarvis? You're BB-8?" he asked as leaned back on the bed using his arms as support, “I’ll take a soda.”

@hjxsungho your problem now

"don't hit your head on the stairs on the way up." remi reaches up, smacking the beam above his head. he's too short to worry about it, usually, but sungho is taller than he is. as they reach the top of the small staircase in the back of the grocery store, remi fumbles with his door code for a minute, fingers clumsy.

"remington, is that you?" a woman's voice, from the bottom of the stairs. presumably the woman that had been running the register whenever they'd come in, but no way to tell without seeing her.

"yes, mrs. kim!"

"are you feeling better? you looked peaky this morning." he'd been stoned out of his gourd last he'd spoken to her, but he's not about to tell her that.

"yes, mrs. kim, i'm feeling much better!" he pushes the door open, gesturing for sungho to enter first.

"oh, that's wonderful to hear. do you want some kimchi jjigae? i made some earlier, it's in the usual spot."

fuck, he really does. focus, remi, focus. "i'll stop by in a while to pick some up, thank you, mrs. kim. i'm gonna go now, i've got a friend over." he looks to the other, shrugging helplessly, as if to say 'what can you do?'

friend is one way to put it. he and sungho go to the same small-ass college, sure, but this is their first time really ever hanging out. blame their different majors. "sorry, 's my landlord." he explains, closing the door and kicking his shoes off haphazardly and letting them land in the pile by his front door. "i think she's adopted me, but i haven't seen any paperwork yet. you want a drink?"

his apartment - though you can barely call it that, more of a room than anything else - is cluttered almost beyond belief. there's hardly an inch of available wall space with all the posters, artwork, and most prominently, polaroids, that he's got hanging up, no less than four monitors on his desk, and, whenever remi prompts, "jarvis, turn on the lights." as he heads to his fridge, enough ambient lighting to bathe the whole room in a purpley glow. it's not dirty, at least, just incredibly overfull.

"i've still got brownies too, if you're interested. cliche, i know, but i don't know how to bake anything else besides box mix." he breaks off a little piece of one, popping it into his mouth. "you can sit anywhere, by the way. just shove shit if it's in your way." he forgot to put the futon back up before leaving this morning, but he's sure sungho's smart enough to figure it out.

[sunghox99]

“I did’t come here to have fun, I came here to win”

Sports Day Results

Running -🥈2nd place Archery - 🥉 3rd place Swimming - 🏅5th place 

[sunghox99]

hjlock​:

with the massage parlour all but closed for the festivities - it was open, sure, but lock didn’t have any appointments, everyone rightly deciding that it was a bad time to get a massage - he’d been left to find other means to keep himself entertained throughout the week, and what better way than to try to earn a little bit of easy money?

the booth was provided by the city, so all lock had to do was bring a few things to spruce it up. some nice fabric, a few stones, and voila! a convenient little base to use to people watch, gossiping with the woman in the next stall over, a merfolk a little older than lock selling sea glass. he’d even already bought a cute bracelet from her, pretty pleased with how the blue looked contrasted against the tattoo on his forearm.

in fact, he’s sitting at her booth with her, casually eating ice cream as the two watch a cute human running a nearby booth as he passes out samples of something, whenever someone approaches lock’s little display, attracting his attention. “mm, ’s closed, sorry." 

the man pays him no mind. alright, rude!

should’ve figured as much, dude’s all… gray. nothing good can come from someone like that. rising from the table, lock rounds the booth to the other side, intent on steering the man away before he can foul up the whole place with his weird funk, only to get stopped by quite possibly the dirtiest look someone’s probably ever given him, for literally no fucking reason.

scoffing, lock doesn’t even bother dignifying him with an acknowledgement, turning back to scoop his ice cream up so he can reclaim his seat behind the booth, leaning back in his chair with legs braced against the table, waiting for the man to fuck off.

Though nothing was said, the other’s scoff hit a nerve that made Sungho want to go full on angry customer. By that alone he assumed the man was the owner of the booth so why wasn’t he attending to it. Seeing him take a seat at the neighboring one returning to his ice cream said it all.  LAZY So he was running /that/ kind of business, bare minimum hoping for a profit. He was bound to get one too since most were unsuspecting because of the natuure of the festival. Howoever Sungho wasn’t so easily fooled, looking at the offerings nothing was really impressive but petty was the theme right now. His eyes rested on a plain black ring, the meaning was lost on him however black in terms of fashion went with anything. Picking it up he put it on his right ring finger then reached in pocket for his wallet as he made his way to the man. Pulling out 3 50won notes he slammed them on the table glaring at him. The atmoshpere was suddenly had tense stillness. Any noise seemed to fade away as his eyes for a moment were lazer locked onto the others. Sungho didn’t entertain speaking a single a word turning to leave. The ring may not even have been worth that much, but he was willing to part with the money to show (more so flex) that cash was not a concern of his. End.

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Boombastic SIDE-EYE

It was the day before Sports Day and Sungho was scooping out the area to get an idea of the set up. Sure he couldn’t play on the actual court however getting a visual of it woul help his distance and aim. The though of the wind did cross his mind as it could shift the arrow’s path ever so slightly. The young man had this desire to hit the bullseye, it came from a place oof proving his worth. That was someothing that was engrained into him early on, it wasn’t enough to be but he had to best THE best. It only brought a fleeting moment of fulfillment because was followedd next was a critique of how his effort was wrong.  That cycle was hard break with Sunghoo just recently starting to recognize it. If someone knew even just 10% of his childhood (without the edits) he was a beacon for them to malipulate because of his complex want to have closeness at almost any cost. He was lost in his thought almost forgetting why he even came to the beach, it was nice to have to think and just exist. Sungho spent soo much energy focusing on something. Off in the distance he saw where the archery event would be. Guess the festival was anticipating a decent turn out, that motivated him to practice. He was almost sure he packed his archery band. Well with that done he had no reason to stay but there wasn’t anything waiting for him aat home. Sungho strolled at a leisurely pace enjoying the peace he had instead of being rushed. A few vendors had already set up most likely to get an early lead on sales. He had no real interest in what was being offered but 1 thing did catch his eyes. He knew a certain assortment of rocks umm crystals because of his sister. She was into astroloogy, healing crystals, etc. Their parents had some ire of such an interest but turned a blind eye to not create conflict. Sungho only knew amythest without a doubt and the onyx? rock. He only partly remembered the name because it was part of a pokemon’s name.  The young man had been so fixated he didn’t realize someone was standing REAL close to him. With 1 big step he moved away from them giving a killer death stare. 

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3 Sides and the Truth

Whatever reservation his Moother had about the island she really didn’t express it, but he was seeing it now. Even in the peace there was this feeling of tension hoowever Sunghoo managed to avoid all of it. A life skill to just blend into the background; be passive, unassuming. That saved him alot of agony and attention most of the time. He literally controted (with grace) around the lazers of political trife like an expect spy. Most of his time was taken up by school and work, so what free time he did have it was not spent in taking sides.

However the treaty festival did offer some insight into the current landscape, each side had their version of the story. No one was absolute right . . . maybe in some ways but not all. If the truth was a line it was who was the closest to it, who would be honest enough to admit their wrongdoing along with their innocence? Sungho really had nothing to gain medling in such but Hanjeong was his current home so he should have some knowledge about what was going on. The young man would never admit it but his favortie events were the opening and closing ceremony because, even if brief, the unity of lighting and passing the torch spoke to him. He couldn’t put it into words but those were the oonly thing that really stuck with him. Otherwise he went about his day as usual during the festival meaning he was the backbone of the cafe since many of the other employees took time off to do the other events.  He would be doing so as well this year, as part of of one his classes he was to do a reflection paper on an event outside of cermonies. Nothing really jumped out at him except for the Sports Days. As bad as it may sound, Sungho had his full of people er beings through his job so interaction outside of that was the path not taken. Also he had some natural talent for sports and with a 1st place trophy on the line he had enough motivation to attend.

[sunghox99]

Welcome to Hanjeong, Bae Sungho. You are quite the half-blood human/merfolk. At 23, you have quite a claim to your pirate ancestors.

Enjoy paradise.

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Her thighs thick but her patience thin