#fcxjaebeom

[fcxcelena]

[sms] tell yourself that if it makes you feel better [sms] i'm fine [sms] i don't do a lot of cooking

[ sms ] it's the truthhhhhhhhhhhh ask anyone

[ sms ] good

[ sms ] come over for dinner sometime then

[gmxjiyeon]

[sms] i can't reach the bandages on my back, jiyeon-nim

( * pauses for a good few seconds at the notification, fingers moving to quickly finish up on the reassembling of the pistol she had taken apart just a few minutes ago before reaching for the mobile device )

( txt ) -nim? are you okay?

( txt ) should i come over?

[drpyerim]

{ ` it feels like a close, somehow, to this small moment in their lives but he doesn't protest it (times like this are perhaps best lived as waking dreams) only laying his hands on her shoulders and pulling back just enough to look at her in much the same way she does him (who knows if this will be the last time) } i'll be here. { ` nods to gesture to their surroundings (the city itself) with a faint smile and high hopes for the young woman, even if he doesn't intend on following her } i will.

don't say things if you don't mean them. (` her smile is light, a exhale through her nose as her shoulders slump and she glances down at her watch. she's not supposed to be out-- not really, anyways, and when she lifts her head again there's an apology on the tip of her tongue, but he doesn't deserve her silly sorry's that feel so meaningless and empty ) i have to go.. (` impulse, that's what makes her wrap her thin limbs around his too-skinny frame and press another short kiss to his cheek. when she pulls away, she smooths his hair, and smiles ) i would go to the end of the earth for you, you know? (` another exhale, her arms dropping back to her side and she takes two steps backward, lifting a hand to wave shortly. she's always been shit at goodbyes )

[fcxxmark]

makin' my way down town

there’s nothing cold about today – apart form a moderate wind that blows from the south to the north at a reasonable 2 km per hour. In fact, by any busan citizen’s standards (or at least someone who has lived in busan for at least two months), today would be the ideal spring day – not necessarily hot, but not necessarily cold either. perfect weather for a light jacket.

and a light jacket was what mark tuan was wearing – over a tshirt and shorts, shoes proverbially glued to a skateboard as he makes his way downtown, rolling fast, faces past … before he’s intersection bound, stopped, quite literally by a red light.

so he proverbially unglues his shoes from his skateboard, shoulder brushing past a slightly taller male’s own shoulder, as he makes his way to hit that (damn) little button once -- just once, as he’s a patient man (patience is a virtue, no?), before turning around, giving the man he cause some friction with a quick ‘sorry’, and stuffing his ear buds where they belonged. 

[fcxyoona]

❝ tell me why

{ `yoona shifts the box of mandarins in her arms, gritting her teeth.  she should've been more blunt, she should've refused the fruit.  it wasn't like she'd manage to finish it herself; lacking was a word that could be used to describe her appetite.  such was a result of a growing up that consisted of never eating much, for there was never really much to eat.  her arms are burning now and she finds herself searching the streets for a familiar face or store.  maybe she could pass these off to someone else, anything to escape the weight that strained her bandaged arms.  } you need to say 'no' next time, im yoona.  { `the words are hissed to herself, though they were unlikely to mark themselves in her mind.  park ahjumma was a woman who was especially hard to say no to she found; the mutant had only visited the woman to see how things were working out her pub, only to have a comment on her off colouring and need for vitamin c being made and the box she now bore being shoved into her arms.  }  hgh-- fuck it. { `straining, straining, straining--she reaches for a packet of painkillers in her pocket, only to drop the container.  yoona simply stares at spilled, orange orbs and sighs, the sound long and exaggerated. } whyyyyyyyyyy. 

[fcxcelena]

[sms] i think the question is why don't i hold hands with you ms. underaged [sms] :) [sms] the kind of accident that isn't interesting to talk about [sms] true

[ sms ] because you have sweaty palms and i'd rather not

[ sms ] ;p

[ sms ] oh -- well as long as you're okay now oppa

[ sms ] exactly

[ sms ] you have so much canned food though why

[fcxcelena]

[sms] !!! [sms] what unni- [sms] she's a friend [sms] because i had an accident { ` hums a little, brow quirking as he registers a breeze from his seat in the living area } [sms] did you just break into my apartment

[ sms ] !?!?!?!

[ sms ] oh

[ sms ] since when do you hold hands with your friends ;)

[ sms ] what kind of accident?

{ * she resists the urge to giggle, leaning against a car parked outside of his apartment complex }

[ sms ] you told me to look for myself so technically no

[fcxcelena]

[sms] you can't flirt back then [sms] ;> [sms] it means i'm okay [sms] i'm weaning myself off the painkillers anyways [sms] oh i'm sorry i left it at the office [sms] idk you'll have to look for yourself

[ sms ] you shouldn't be flirting in the first place!

[ sms ] i'm underaged!!!

[ sms ] what happened to that unni you were hanging out with last time i saw you

[ sms ] ....

[ sms ] why do you need painkillers

[ sms ] is it a phd in the study of bullshit

{ * ... }

[ sms ] i looked

[ sms ] why are there opened cans in your fridge

[fcxcelena]

[sms] if you want to hear my voice that badly i can call yoooou [sms] nothing for you to worry about [sms] don't say things like that i'm sure you're not dying [sms] there's leftover pizza in my fridge

[ sms ] oppa don't flirt remember i'm underaged

[ sms ] ;)

[ sms ] so does that mean you're okay or you don't want to tell me about it

[ sms ] are you sure how are you sure

[ sms ] can i see your phd mister im

[ sms ] ...anything else?

[fcxcelena]

[sms] i don't do calling, lenaaaaaaaaaaa [sms] i don't know yet [sms] guess i'll know when it comes time, won't i? [sms] what are you doing?

[ sms ] why are you too coooooooool for verbal conversations now

[ sms ] why don't you know

[ sms ] why tell me if you don't know

[ sms ] what's happening are you going through a crisis

[ sms ] i'm doing nothing being bored and slowly dying

[ sms ] christ -- do you think since i go fast i die faster too or is that not how it works

[ sms ] i'm starving

[fcxcelena]

[sms] hello? lena?

[ sms ] ??????

[ sms ] what's with the question mark you're not a grandpa trying out text messages instead of pigeon mail for the first time

[ sms ] i mean what is it oppa :)

[drpyerim]

{ ` his eyes remain fixed on the building before him, confused by the strange (almost unfamiliar) weight of money in his pocket and decent, secondhand clothes on his body. he’s supposed to eat; pick up weight for the increasingly difficult training sessions that last for hours at a time. he doesn’t have any complaints (he’s comfortably numb, he supposes) but just the same, the sight of the supermarket across the street has him stopped in his tracks. how many times had he been kicked out? } — { ` he stops, however, at the tap of a finger on his shoulder; panic knots at the back of his throat as he glances over his shoulder (and promptly calms, offering a slight smile) } hey. funny running into you

(` he looks different from the last time she saw him, healthier, cleaner. she doesn't comment on it-- however he's getting by to survive, that's his deal, he's an adult now and no matter how much yerim wants to interrogate him or treat him like the child she's used to seeing, she can't, she won't ) is it? (` not really, since i've been tracking you for a few hours now ) mm, i've been looking for you, so.. (` she's always been shit at lying or making up excuses, at least, to the people she couldn't bring herself to lie to. a shrug, ah yes, nonchalance looks good on you yerim ) what are you up to? can we hang out? (` it's an unfamiliar question, she's used to simply clinging onto him, or having him follow her around while poems and fairy tales fell from her mouth, but she supposes a few things have changed since childhood )

[drpyerim]

{ ` he's content, right there -- as impossible as it may seem, there's little else that he can ask for as his lips curve into the slightest of smiles and his face disappears into her hair (this is comfort, he remembers it) } i know. { ` even if he can't bring himself to say the words to anyone else (living or otherwise) he hopes they come in his voice, in the arms wrapped around her shoulders }

(` she doesn't need for him to say any words of comfort, reciprocate her hold or affections-- no, she was fine with giving, used to the turn of heads and the sound of footsteps fading away from him. he speaks, and it's only two words, but she can feel the turn of his head into her long untamed hair, and it makes stings her eyes with nostalgia. when she pulls away, tears pooling in her eyes still, she has a smile curled on her lips, a hand reaching up to thumb the younger male's cheekbone. when did he get so tall? ) don't you ever disappear on me again, okay? you will always have a home with me, so.. whenever you want to come home-- find me, alright? 

[drpyerim]

{ ` what can he honestly say? or do? watching her experience the pain of that loss is almost the same as reliving it himself. jaebum stares, fingers curling while he swallows around the knot in his throat and accepts her embrace for what it is -- comfort, clean and simple -- no paranoia, no fear } hey, i-- { ` he's not okay. not fine. lying to her is the last thing on his mind as he wraps his arms around her and squeezes } i'm here.

(` somehow it feels as if he's the one comforting her, even though the loss was not hers to have. she nearly chokes on his words, eyes rolling back before heavy lids close. she had tried-- she tried so hard, but despite her greatest efforts two tears roll down only to be stopped by the fabric of his shirt. she doesn't mean to do this to him, it isn't fair, it isn't right of her ) i know (` her voice comes out a barely steady whisper, and she doesn't let go of him, refuses to. she can't do that again, she can't lose him ) i know you are, and i love you for it, jaebum. 

[drpyerim]

{ ` he feels bad, above all else -- yerim is readable, like a book of poetry (a filling allusion, he feels) and he sees the shift of expressions with a rare sort of clarity, granted by the years } i'm never too old. { ` he assures, quickly and quietly before the questions pour in and he doesn't nearly have enough state of mind to answer them all } hyung died, noona. { ` utters the words, allowing those simple words to answer the rest of the questions } in january.

(` a sudden fear rips through her, it's alarming, the panic quickly forming in her gut, and she feels like screaming or crying but her body stills completely, staring at the male in front of her with wide eyes. they're good people-- jaebum and his brother. they didn't, don't deserve hell, those kindhearted boys who didn't have much but still took her in off the streets. her head dips down, an action that seems more cowardly than she feels, hiding her face under the shadow of her hat's bill, and it's not her fault, she knows that, but somehow she feels guilty. it takes her a moment and a few shaky breaths, but her arms wrap around him, pulling him in tight and close to her ) jaebum... (` there wasn't anytime for her silly pet names or romantic one liners. a hand gently strokes the back of his head, and she doesn't cry, that wouldn't be fair to him ) i'm so sorry, (` her lips press against his cheek lightly, arms still secure around him. her ribs hurt. she knows it's the bruising and fractures, but she thinks it might be her heart ) i'm so sorry. 

[gmxjiyeon]

{ ` it's harmless, he tells himself, even as flashes of random horror movies play through his mind — hair moving by itself, strangling the innocent — but the thought brings just a little amusement because since when was jiyeon a danger to him (it eases a little of the fear) — } yeah? show me. { ` hums, head tilting as his fingers play against the hem of his shirt, eyes locked on her face and her hair }

( * show him? how is she supposed to show him? she's undoubtedly nervous, nose wrinkling slightly as she meets his eyes before glancing at the locks before her eyes ) okay -- ( * squints at the hair as she focuses and although she doesn't know how -- jiyeon tries anyway, face scrunching up as she puffs her cheeks and holds her breath (not exactly sure how that helps either--but hopefully it'll do something), focusing on turning her hair into a color boy's may like (what's jaebum's favorite color? jiyeon doesn't know that either) -- but as it seems, the hopeful blue soon turns into orange as her frustration mounts, prompting jiyeon to sooner give up and breath in the oxygen she had unconsciously been denying her body as she gasps a bit, patting her chest lightly as her eyes meets his -- slightly dazed ) did i--did i do it?