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stillpartofthisworld · 4 years ago

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say warmth of love to our tears of winter-NanoWrimo 11/03

for @northisnotup.

Peter Nureyev does not want to hold Juno Steel’s hand.

If he was being absolutely, completely, and undeniably true to himself, he did not want to be standing in line with Juno Steel, wearing a tux to compliment his golden gown. He did not want to be attending a party with Juno Steel, managing his obvious moral dilemma and guiding his first baby steps into crime. Most importantly, he did not want to be at the receiving end of Juno Steel’s soft, puppy-dog stare as he moves closer to Nureyev, hooking his arm into Peter’s like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Come on, honey,” he hisses. “People are starting to stare.”

“Nervous, Juno?” he whispers back, not hiding his frustration. “You’re overreacting. They’re staring at our outfits, not our relationship.”

“Have you been listening to what people have been saying?” Juno snaps, his tone still hushed. “Half of the waiters and staff are already talking about how to seduce you. And a quarter of the partygoers.”

“An exaggeration as usual, detective,” Nuryev sighs, trying not to roll his eyes. He did, however, start scanning the crowd, noting the glances being made towards them-towards him. His body language was a disaster, angled away from Juno as they wait in line. He scowled inwardly-this wasn’t like him at all. His modus operandi was rooted in projected warmth, wit and honesty. First rule of thieving; Your charm is your shield.

And he could see his shield cracking under the weight that was Detective Juno Steel.

He takes a moment to correct his posture, turning towards Juno and putting on a smile that makes the detective wince a little. “Apologies, dearest,” he says. “I must have been distracted.” And promptly slips his hand into his.

The effect is immediate. Juno gasps and draws his hand away quickly without thinking. “Goddamn that’s cold.”

“Circulation problems, dear. You always forget.” He says cordially. There’s a part of him- small, non-existent, really-that misses the shot of warmth that flooded him when he touched Juno’s hand. He squashes that thought, sticks this feeling neatly in a folder and files it away. He’s nearly closed that certain file cabinet when he feels Juno’s hand intertwine in his own, suffusing him with warmth again.

He looks at Juno again. He’s staring ahead, pointedly ignoring Nureyev as he brings up their joined hands and covers them with his other hand.

“What are you doing?” He chokes out.

“Um. Warming your hands?” Juno says, and rubs Nureyv’s hand in between his own. “Bad circulation, right? Don’t you need warm hands for pickpocketing or something?”

“I’m surprised you know,” Nureyev mutters, still focused on the warm seeping into him. His cold hands hadn’t been a problem for years; he’d kept heated gloves on him during heists. He learned that from the best. First rule of thieving; Your hands should be as warm as the pockets you dip them in. Your hands are as cold as ice, Pete! Come here, let me warm them for you-

File. that. away.

Gloves had been banned at this particular gala; the lack of fingerprints made security uneasy. He had been hoping to grab a warm drink inside, curl his hands around the warm mug and wait for the feeling to return to his palms. But here was Juno Steel, squeezing warmth into his hand, and he couldn’t bear to be cold again.

“Dauphin? Honey? You in there?”

“Hm?” Nureyev snaps back to himself, looking down once again at the detective. “Your other hand,” Juno says, and Nureyev gives it freely. He flexes his newly warmed right hand as Juno breathes life into his left. He can’t bring himself to look too long at the detective, with his warm eye and now warmer body, while Nureyev had stayed cold and stagnant for the last year.

So he stands, letting the warmth of the sun that was Juno Steel permeate him to his very bones.

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Nureyev presses his cold hands into the side of Juno’s neck and tries not to scream.

There’s blood dripping down the side of Juno’s head, tracing bloody lines into his skin and being absorbed into his now ripped and burnt gown. He was still as radiant as the sun as far as Nureyev was concerned, still warm as a furnace even as he was bleeding out.

“What happened?” Jet asks from the driver’s seat. The Ruby 7 had been waiting for them behind Zolotovna’s estate, peeling through the woods to escape any pursuers.

“I got shot, obviously,” Juno says, flicking blood from his hands towards Jet. It lands on the upholstery, and Jet winces but says nothing. Many people have bled in this car; Juno would not be the last. “The guards didn’t have blasters in the ballroom,” Nureyev explains instead. “But they were truly armed outside the mansion. We didn’t know.”

He tries not to think about how his heart leapt to his throat when he started to hear blaster fire behind him. And how it nearly stopped when he saw Juno stumble beside him, a splatter of blood coating the left side of his face.

It’s just a graze, Juno had assured him immediately afterwards, still running ahead of him even as his blood coloured his dress a rose gold. Come on, Dauphin, keep up.

He can still feel Juno’s hand in his, pulling him forward through the halls and into the yard.

Juno was much more lethargic now, focusing on taking deep breaths as he grits his teeth in pain. The injury wasn’t life threatening; the blast had taken off his earlobe and a centimeter of flesh from his neck. Head injuries always bled more than what they were worth. Still didn’t stop Nureyev from getting dizzy when he looked at his hands, covered in blood as he tried to put pressure on the wound.

“Nearly there,” Jet says, and Nureyev nods. He moves to take his hands away from Juno’s neck, looking for a new cloth to use, but Juno tugs his hands back. “Your hand’s cold,” He mutters. “ ‘s nice.”

“And they’re covered in blood, dear,” He says softly.

“Sorry.” He sounds like he means it. “Rita’s gonna think I tried to do something dumb.”

“I’ll tell her it was an accident.”

“Thanks, Ransom.” A flicker of a smile that sinks back into a grimace. Nureyev keeps his hands on the detectives’ neck.

Even now, Juno warms him.

---

They have their family meeting in the medbay.

Juno’s laying down on a cot, an arm over his eyes as Buddy rips into him. He does fight back at times, but five minutes in he looks so tired that he takes the rest of the tirade sitting down. Vespa had already said her piece as she finished patching up his neck, and Jet had simply stated that their teamwork needed to be better in the Ruby 7. Rita is sitting at the edge of Juno’s cot, holding his hand. Her own hand is so small by comparison, but he sees Juno squeeze it gently, smiling slightly at his former secretary.

If he closes his eyes, Nureyev can feel that same ghost of a squeeze in his own palms.

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Juno comes to him that night.

They talk about what happened, as well as they can. They’ve changed, both of them; Juno’s gotten a little warmer, Nureyev a little colder. They talk, and they talk, and in the end they’re on Nureyev’s bed, whispering as to not wake up the rest of the crew. Juno tells him about Hyperion, about Ramses O'Flaherty and the Old Town Solution. He tells him about Theia. He tells him about Ben.

What has Nureyev done in the past year? It feels silly to compare. But Nureyev tries to cast the tears from his detective’s eyes by regaling him with tales of beautiful planets and beautiful heists. He tells him his cons, his near escapades, his witty remarks to his clients. He tries to make Juno Steel smile again, and when he gets one, unsure and fleeting, he feels a warmth from his own heart. It’s enough to make him stop short, cutting himself off from his story about a Venusian trillionaire and Valencian coffee.

“Nureyev?” Juno says. “Are you alright?” He reaches tentatively towards him, placing a warm hand on his cold cheek. Feeling the chill, Juno places his other hand on Nureyev’s cheek as well, swiping his thumbs across the thief’s face.

Stars above, he missed this.

“Nureyev?” Juno says, again, and in response Nureyev pulls Juno closer, their bodies flush against each other as he rests his forehead on Juno’s own. “I’m alright, Juno,” He whispers softly. “I’ve just missed you. So much.”

He hadn’t noticed the tears threatening to spill over his lashes, but Juno’s thumbs catch them, wiping them away with a gentleness that threatens to bring more tears to the surface. “I know,” he replies, just as softly. “I missed you, too.”

The kisses come later, soft and tentative and warm.

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grimelords · 5 years ago

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I’ve finished my September playlist, only almost a month later. It’s got everything, The Weeknd, desert psychedelica from Niger, and Australian yodelling from 1941. What more could you want!

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XO / The Host / Initiation - The Weeknd: First of all Trilogy is a masterpiece. The Weeknd is a legend forever for this alone. Back when he was an anonymous character and before he tried to pivot to being a proper pop star and started beliving his own bullshit. This trio of songs for me is one of the highlights of the whole thing because this is where things really take a turn and it serves as a nice flipside to earlier songs like Glass Table Girls (even quoting some of the lyrics from it in a very cool reprise). Where most of the songs from House Of Balloons are about his own descent into this hedonistic life, by the time you get to Echoes Of Silence he lives there comfortably, and he's turned from cool, dark and tormented to coldly evil and calculating. He's the master of the dark palace and he's drawing this woman in. The chorus of XO is straight up cult language 'all we ever do is love, open up your mind you can find the love'. She's broke and addicted trying to escape her life and he offers her this community. Which is where Initation comes in and things get really dark. This song feels like the real truth of those stories you hear of Drake flying instagram models around and it's a masterpiece of the dark underside of the drugs money and models bragging you're used to.

Sociopath (feat. Kash Doll) - Pusha T: Get a load of this new Pusha song where he's got Rodney Dangerfield ghostwriting for him. I got a bitch that'll master your card.. my wife ova hea!! Also the funny gritted teeth way he says it cracks me up. He also says boop bop be boop bop. There's so many good moments in this very silly song from a man that is normally terrifyingly serious.

Ice Cream - Muscles: I suddenly remembered this song the other day and I'm so glad I did. A good example of how you can get so much feeling out of music that has no relation at all to the lyrics. In the right mood this song makes me so emotional and I can't even pin down why. The way he sings 'ice cream is going to save the day' somehow just makes the urban alienation of the verse even more pointed. It's such a silly little dance song and that's what's so strong about it. It's dancing at night and unsuccessfully trying to forget what happened today.

Running - Gil Scott Heron & Jamie xx: It’s extremely strange that this remix album ever happened, thinking back on it. Stranger still that a Gil Scott Heron song got remixed by Jamie xx and then remixed again by 40 and turned into a Drake song in I’ll Take Care Of U and all three versions rock. Anyway, this song and this whole album remain fantastic - it still sounds futuristic in a way where nobody else really followed Jamie’s sound, everything else went a different direction so this an In Colour feel more and more unique to me as time goes on.

Boyfriend (Repeat) - Confidence Man: I’m in love with this album. It’s the closest I’ve found so far to the level of absolute fun in dance music since Duck Sauce’s album. I love the the attitude of her lyrics, which carries through the whole album. I love when her Australian accent peeks out for a second on a few words. I love his rebuttals that almost but not quite put it over the edge into a comedy song. I love the big fading out leadup to the drop near the end where a huge throat singing drone just swallows the whole song for a second.

Ever Again (Soulwax Remix) - Robyn: Extremely hot remix alert!! Thankyou to Zan Rowe's Monthly Mixtape playlist for putting my onto this.Sometimes all you need is one ferociously hot bassline to make a life complete.

$50 Million - !!!: !!!’s new album has one of the best covers I’ve seen recently, I advise you to check it out. It’s interesting to be so far into your career (this is their 8th album since 2001) and still be writing songs about selling out, a concept which has largely disappeared from music discourse since musicians started making no money post napster. I vaguely remember the turning point being when Kimya Dawson, after blowing up via the Juno soundtrack, turned down a coke ad for a ludicrous amount and the blogosphere at the time turned on her and said she should have taken the money because she was living in a van at the time. Nobody gives a fuck about selling out anymore because bands make more from tshirts than streams so you’ve got to act like a brand just to make a living. Anyway I’ve gotten off track. This song rocks, especially for the breakdown near the end.

Tipped Hat - The Paper Scissors: A song I haven’t heard in over ten years that suddenly popped into my head the other day. I love the way this guy’s voice sounds, just completely committing to sounding like a hand puppet. I’ve been playing bass a lot more recently and so have developed the worst man habit of becoming more sensitive to and pointing out extremely hot basslines to people, so I’d be derelict in my duty to not share this one.

Heimsdalgate Like A Promethian Curse - of Montreal: I love this song about literally pleading with your brain to come good. Here’s a good quote about this album “I went through this chemical depression, and that's when I was writing a lot of the songs for Hissing Fauna. They're all songs about that experience. And I was experiencing it in the moment that I was writing the songs, and sort of asking myself: What the hell is going on? Why are you all of a sudden totally paranoid and plagued by these anxieties? And why is everything so distorted and confusing and fucked up? My lifestyle hadn't changed that much. And then I realized, well, there's something going on inside of me that I don't have control over, and then you realize how vulnerable you are to these things, these elements that you can't understand, or unless you go on medication and get it under control. It's like you're being betrayed by your body.” Something I really admire about this album is that the lyrics reflect black metal levels of mental anguish, he was absolutely going through it the worst anyone can go through it “I'd gotten to that point where nothing was working. I was borderline suicidal, and my relationship with my girlfriend had totally eroded and she'd gone back to Norway with our daughter and everything was totally fucked, and I was just like, What can I do? "The Past Is a Grotesque Animal" is about that.” But the music is one hundred percent committedly twee and I really admire the effect that that split mood gives. “The lyrics tell the story of what was really going on and the music sort of represents this other emotion that I wish existed. The music was really happy because I wanted to make something that would lift my spirits.”

Jesus Rabbit - Guerilla Toss: I love the wobbly weird bass sound in this weirdo UFO cult song. I love the bleepy bloop melody that runs through it and I love how fundamentally unstable the whole song sounds, like it’s made out of paperclips and foil and papier mache.

Suburbia - Press Club: I can’t believe I didn’t know about Press Club for so long. I only found out about them this performance https://youtu.be/bCmtc-T5Unk which I’m shocked to learn has less than 5k views considering it’s one of the very best TV performances I’ve ever seen.

Come For Me - Sunflower Bean: I’m pretty sure I’ve talked about this song before and I’m probably going to say the exact same thing but who cares! This song fuckin rocks. I love how assured it is, like “if you’re gonna fuck me then stop fucking around and fuck me already.” It also feels so musically similar to I Can Hardly Make You Mine by Cults to me, which is a great excuse for me to listen to that song every single time I listen to this song.

Thousands - Club Night: This Club Night album is really really good. It's like a really nice middleground between midwest emo and Cymbals Eat Guitars. The way this song blows up halfway through with 'what if we want it!!' is so good. This whole band feels like they're from 2009 but in a good way, the tail end of indie and twee with these prog or postrock structures where the songs just go and go, and you can just get completely lost in it.

Cemetary - Brutus: The first thing you've got to know about Brutus is the drummer is also the singer. Normally who plays what is not really important but in this case I think it's very important because it makes the drums a lead instrument more than they normally would be. When she's not singing my focus is still on the drums because they're linked and I absolutely love it. This song is great and every song I've heard of theirs is just as good, I love Brutus and they're one of the best new bands I've found recently. Someone in the youtube comments said 'there's something really special about hearing a song for the first time and just knowing you're going to listen to it hundreds of times in your life.'

Enter By The Narrow Gates / Spirit Narrative - Circle Takes The Square: I think that I think of Circle Takes The Square as a household name just because they have such an outsized importance in my own life when they're definitely not at all. They're legendary for making The screamo (good kind) album in As The Roots Undo and then taking 8 years to make a followup, which is this album Decompositions, but I don't really know if they're well known outside of like, people who have opinions about what were the hottest music blogspots in 2010. I chose both of these because you can't really have one without the other, the whole album basically runs as one long piece of music and so this just kind of jarringly ends at the end of Spirit Narrative, sorry about that please listen to the entire album. Because of the status As The Roots Undo enjoys I feel like this album was kind of ignored, or overshadowed by the reputation it was trying to live up to, almost exactly like The Avalanches with Since I Left You and Wildflower, when just like Wildflower it's a more expansive, developed take on the original sound that trades some of the rawness for a more polished and considered approach and comes out arguably better than the orginal. I feel like I have so much to say about this album but I don't really know where to begin, just listen to it.

Vitrification Of Blood (Pt. 1) - Blood Incantation: I am by no means a metal scholar, but I know that when the word 'blood' is in both the song title AND the band name that means it's good metal. I love this song, and this whole album is great. It's very 'classic' death metal but there's touches (beyond the extreme length) of psychedelica as well that puts it on another level you can just get lost in. The way the guitar goes to space at 3:40, and again properly into orbit at 6:50 is just magical. The more I listen to this band the more I understand those guys who only listen to metal, there's a whole ecosystem in here and it's really got everything you need.

Out Of Line - Gesaffelstein: This whole song is basically intended as an intro for Pursuit on the album but it’s so powerful just on its own. I love imbuing weirdo lyrics like ‘a bitter sunken love in a bleach blonde submarine’ with such ominous power through the commanding delivery. I love the way the big grunting vocals on the offbeat build to sound like a summoning ritual. I love making a big processed bell the centrepiece of your extremely evil sounding song. It’s sort of a shame that Gessaffelstein has never really gone back to the vision of his first album and has spent his time since diluting it down for guest production on Weeknd songs and the like because it feels like there’s still so much more to get out of this sound. That he hasn’t gone back and dug deeper makes Aleph stand out more and more as a singular masterpiece as time goes on.

Kamane Tarhanin - Mdou Moctar: Turning to Mdou Moctar after the new Tinariwen album kind of disappointed me, with all it’s big name guests nothing really hit me. I love this song though and I think a big part of it is the sort of loping, 6/4 rhythm that combined with the drone gives it this feeling of endlessly tumbling over itself in place, especially as the guitar heats up.

Achabiba - Fatou Seidi Ghali: I know very little about Fatou Seidi Ghali except that I saw she was supporting Sarah Louise at a show. From some googling it turns out that she’s the leader of a Nigerois band called Les Filles de Illeghadad who you can probably look forward to seeing on next month’s playlist. I also learned that the demonym for someone from Niger is Nigerien or to minimise confusion with Nigeria, Nigerois (said in a french way). They play a sort of desert psych in the realm of Mdou Mocter or Tinariwen, but this song (also the only solo song she has on spotify) shows her acoustic side. I love the swirling melody over the drone as the hand percussion keeps it in place and I love the very delicate vocals, but a probably unintentional thing I love a lot about this recording is the unmistakable iphone locking sound near the very start that instantly removes so much of the mystic exoticism that these sorts of artists are often written about with and places it firmly in the same sprawling modern world we all live in.

Floating Rhododendron - Sarah Louise: I love Sarah Louise. She’s a phenomenal guitarist and has such a big love for traditional folk music with her side project House And Land, but unlike everyone else in the genre is also very interested in pushing guitar forward to new and strange places. Her latest album was super experimental layered electric guitars and voice that still managed to maintain the deep connection to nature that runs through all her work. I would also highly recommend following her on instagram because her passion runs over. She’s regularly just out in the woods somewhere explaining how wonderful a particular mushroom is. This song one of the first ones I ever heard from her, and it’s back when she was just doing very beautiful 12 string acoustic work, but she recently added it to spotify and it’s a very nice reminder of where she came from and how far she’s gone in such a short time.

Lark - Angel Olsen: The new Angel Olsen is absolutely great. I love how much she is just completely going for it on this album, absolutely unleashing. Taken against earlier songs of hers I’ve loved like White Fire, where the majesty was in her quiet power and the ability to absolutely command silence with a whisper quiet song, this song feels like the direct inverse, an about-turn into all the gigantic majesty of swirling strings and top of your lungs vocals - going all out and leaving nothing on the table. The way this song blows up about three different times until by the end you’re caught in this gigantic swirling maelstrom of screaming sound is just out of this world.

Door - Caroline Polachek: Caroline Polachek’s brain is huge. When I first heard the chorus of this song I couldn't believe it. Are you allowed to have a chant that runs in a spiral like this be the chorus of your pop song? Is that allowed?

North, South, East And West - The Church: The Church feel like they don't get enough respect. They don't seem to be in the same league as Cold Chisel and The Angels and all the other dad rock Australian bands from that era for some reason. They're very good though and I've been really getting into this whole album and this song specifically lately. Maybe what's working against them is just how much his voice sounds like Bono's in this song but surely that was a boon at the time!

Western Questions - Timber Timbre: This has become one of my new favourite songs to sing. The way the words fit together is my favourite kind of poetics where they just sound incredible, phonetically, and can mean anything you like for large chunks. Like “the gelatinous walls of the seeds that seldom remain / while the bulls are browsing needles through computer casinos / honour the name”. Especially “bulls are browsing needles through computer casinos” is just extremely nice to say. I love the character of this song and am yet to completely understand what it’s saying other than personifying some worldwide blackpilled spirit of nihilist evil. What I love is the experience of all encompassing evil in this song, like a worldwide conspiracy connecting everything together that makes it all make sense. It doesn’t make you happier but it makes it make sense. I also love the finality of the big fill near the end that ushers in the outro riff that ties everything up.

Cold Cold World - Blaze Foley: I got heavily into a country music thing this month and spent a bit of time trying to find ‘real’ country, which of course turns out not to exist at all. The entirety of country music is built on a false nostalgia for an imagined time long past when things were real, some unspecified time in the collective consciousness between cowboy times and coal mine times. I don’t say this to say ‘country music is a fraud’ but that it’s built on a foundation of myth and that’s what’s so good about it. It’s constantly reframing the past as it relates to the present and is energised by the friction between them. Blaze Foley is a good example of this in the modern era because he seems to exist more as a myth than a man. He had three studio albums, the master tapes of which all disappeared through various means (lost, stolen, seized by the DEA) and so the majority of his surviving material is live recordings or long-lost studio recordings that resurfaced decades after his death when his fame and mythology already preceded him. He also thankfully lives up to the myth, he was truly a great artist and it’s a shame more of him hasn’t survived.

Where The Golden Wattle Blooms / Why Did The Blue Skies Turn Grey - Shirley Thoms: Further to what I was saying about country music before, Australian country is a whole other thing. Transferring the myth and the mythmaking to a new location adds another layer of abstraction. Shirley Thoms was the first female solo act to record country music in Australia in 1941 and was most notable for her yodelling of which she is damn fine. This is a great song and a good a starting point as any in trying to trace the origin of country music in Australia. That it's so english in its identity, so evidently imitating an american style (which is in turn imitating a german yodel) is just more good evidence that nothing is 'real' and traditions of the past and future are malleable at all times.

Talkin’ Karate Blues - Townes Van Zandt: Townes Van Zandt is widely regarded as a songwriter’s songwriter and one of the best country songwriters to ever live, but like a lot of great country songwriters also has one or two songs like this - strange comedy songs about learning karate and getting your arm ripped off.

Strange Tourist - Gareth Liddiard: This album is a masterpiece on the level of Ys and it feels criminally underlistened in my opinion. Luckily in the last week or so some renegade has done up the wiki article on it to a couple of thousand words so that's a start. Because this is a song I've listened to one million times and love a lot, it's hard for me to write about it in a general way so instead I'm going to talk about something very specific and new that I've only begun to appreciate recently. The way he uses the vowels of the japanese words to create these assonant runs in lines like "Koda Kumi sang a coda pink as sarin gas / I took a trip to Nagasaki in a rented Mitsubishi / Then went camping in the Jukai under Mount Fuji" and "They found him frozen in a hollow in Aokigahara forest where them harakiri weirdos go" is really something, and a nice illustration of the two sides of Liddiard's songwriting: densely technical poetics in a song about living with a housemate who was a real freak.

I Dream A Highway - GIllian Welch: I’m not even going to go into the lyrics of this because it’s such an out of this world perfect song but I’m going to say this: it’s really something that this song goes for nearly 15 minutes, sits on the same three chords the whole time and never ever feels long. This song is longer than Emily by Joanna Newsom but doesn’t feel like an epic of the same scale at all. It’s just a mournful slow ode to change and decay that goes on forever and could keeping going on for twice as long if it wanted to.

Deep Water - The Middle East: The way the vocals in the verses are delivered, trailing off and mumbling bits and pieces is somehow magical, like it’s more interested in communicating the gist and the feeling than the actual words. You can just pick whatever part of it you like. Petrol stations and a copper mine, the kind of place I think I could die. This song also has two minutes of silence at the end for album reasons so enjoy that.

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jiji-infires · 8 years ago

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APRICITY (pt.2)

OC X JUNGKOOK

GENRE: FLUFF, ANGST

WORD COUNT: 1.9K

SYNOPSIS: When his roommate moves out to live with his girlfriend, Jungkook is faced with a new reality, one that includes a 5′3′’ sac of bones that is too nerdy and curious for his liking.

CHAPTER 2

“And that’s it for today’s lecture! Make sure to read the manual thoroughly, from chapter 1 to 12” this statement that Professor Lee just announced elicited a couple of groans before she dismissed the students.

It’s Jisoo’s first day and she’s extremely excited but it doesn’t show up much in her attitude. She woke up earlier than she expected but stayed in bed for a long period before realizing that it will probably take her time to get used to everything in this new city, new life.

She has some time before the next lecture so she takes a tour around the place, her high heeled ankle boots clicking, finally finding herself in her haven; the library. The rumors are definitely right as this place held far more books than the hairs on her head and it made her feel thrilled.

Her eyes skim every corner as she walks further inside, roaming the area before stopping at the fantasy section. Her heart skips a beat as she inspects the shelves closer, wooden bars that held amongst them the hidden endeavors of dreaming minds and exquisite imaginations, some she already knows like the back of her hand and others she can’t help but stare at, the covers, the titles, the authors… she almost drools before she catches herself. She lifts her chin up and looks to a book selection at eye level, her hand hovering over a certain book with decayed wrappings, and she reaches for it when her hand touches something cold, soft, and alive. She wants to retreat her hand but she freezes, wondering if what just came in contact with her are fingers and if the other person is interested in the same book. Her hand stays in place for a full minute before she notices that whoever it is took the book behind the one she wants, so she carefully pulls it, only to find a pair of onyx eyes staring back at hers, and she’s sure that she’s never seen such dark eyes with so much light in them. An endless stretch of midnight sky, raven wings and perennial abyss is displayed in front of her own orbs, and the longer she stares, the more she feels reeled in as the abyss looks back.

This ephemeral moment is disrupted with a sudden call and a hushed voice, urging the person to be quick, hence those eyes shy away. Jisoo ignores the unusual summersault in her chest and scurries away, forgetting the book she was interested in and deciding that it’d be better to come back later.

She marches through the door in a bee line with her eyes fixed on her shoes until she bumps into something, or more like someone.

“Jimin?! What are you doing here?” She asks absently as she looks up at him, rubbing her forehead. He gives her a look as if she sprouted a horn and a third eye.

“I go to this school silly” he exclaims, “anyway, what are you doing here? Don’t you have classes?”

She frowns and looks at her wrist watch; it has been already 30 minutes since her modern literature class started and she didn’t even notice how time flew by. She sighs out loud and follows Jimin to the cafeteria, where his girlfriend is waiting for him.

“Wait till you meet Seulgi, you’ll love her!” He gushes and drags her by the sleeve of her button up shirt, leading her to a table in the corner.

Dazzling. She says internally to herself as the tall female in front of her flashes a smile while extending her hand. Jisoo snaps out of her daze and takes her palm in a brief handshake. Despite her small eyes, Seulgi had an absolutely breathtaking smile that would make her eyes disappear; no wonder Jimin is head over heels for her.

“So, how did you find your new roommate?!”

“I haven’t met him yet” she says matter-of-factly as she takes a sip of her milk tea.

“How come?!”

“Well simply because I slept before he came and left the house before he woke up” she shrugs, “I’ve seen his dog though ; super cute” she remembers the ball of fluff that bounced on her last night.

“Juno! Yeah, he’s cuter than his master” Seulgi whispers and Jimin snickers. Jisoo hasn’t met the guy yet to judge, but she’s almost sure that Juno is probably the cutest pet she has laid her eyes on.

She relaxes against her chair when Jimin stands up all of a sudden to wave agitatedly to someone behind her. She decides that it’s none of her business when he screams Jungkook, making a couple of heads turn to their table. Jisoo, being a very curious person more than she usually should, turns around to be greeted with the sight of a guy probably taller than Jimin, and damn, he sure is handsome and fine as hell. Raven locks that contrasted with pale skin, a well built physic and a prominent facial structure that screams masculinity.

“Jungkook it’s about time you meet your new roommate for this year. Jisoo, this is my totally unattractive best friend” Jimin gushes teasingly. She looks at the hand before her a second longer before seizing herself and shaking his hand, his lips forming a barely audible “hello”.

As the four of them sat together, no direct words were exchanged between Jungkook and her, only Seulgi and her boyfriend leading the conversation. Jisoo doesn’t read much into it, but it seems to her that Jungkook has this eerie, cold vibe emitting from him, like he’s distant even when there are practically few inches separating their shoulders.

The way home is filled with thoughts. She wonders how she can live in an amicable atmosphere without invading his space, because she can be very nosey if she doesn’t control herself.

Her thoughts are cut short when she feels a presence behind her, and slowly a manly figure comes into sight.

“Hi” she says and he replies with a curt nod. She almost asks him if he usually takes the same road when she mentally slaps herself for such idea. Of course it’s the same road silly, he lives there too.

“Can I ask you something?!” He demands out of the blue, hoisting his bag over his shoulder, she nods eagerly.

“Did you get in my room the other night?!” Her brain freezes as she is desperate to find an excuse, her mouth moves as she stammers, struggling to find words.

“Did you or did you not?” he is more urgent this time.

“Yes I did” she looks away in shame for a second before looking back at him “only because I heard loud noises coming from your room"

They stopped walking a while ago, standing few feet away from a kids’ playground.

"How did you know it wasn’t me?” he scowls, his voice getting a little bit higher than it should be for a simple thing like this “Like, you just barged in. I could be there; doing only God knows what-”

“Hold up!” She raises a hand to stop him, slightly offended at his tone “first of all, I knew you weren’t there because Jimin told me, second there was a high possibility that somebody broke in and was hiding in your room, and third, which is mainly the reason why I walked in, there was too much noise and I had to get some damn sleep” she doesn’t realize she has stopped breathing while talking until she notices that she’s panting. Don’t get worked up.

Jungkook eyes her up and down, probably wondering how she can possibly be triggered when in fact she is at fault. He shakes his head with a roll of his eyes, which seemed utterly childish to her, and walked away, heading to the building where both of them are supposed to be living.

Well damn! She’s never expected him to be this rude, and to finish it off, he storms into his room, giving her one last deadly glare before hissing “don’t you ever again set foot in my room, capiche?!” And he slams the door shut in her face, leaving her blinking for a full minute, her brows furrowed in a nasty frown. If looks could kill, he’d be six feet under the ground right now.

“You stupid, egocentric piece of shit!” she spits under her breath before storming to her room, slamming the door as hard as he did a moment ago. This is how he treats her when she did nothing but free the poor dog. She thought that maybe they could be friends for the rest of the year, but clearly things aren’t going well.

“What an arrogant, brainless, vile little cockroach!” she’s not the type to be affected by such things, but something about him in particular ticks her off and makes her blood boil. She is now furiously folding her garments and stuffing her closet, not caring if it’s neat or not. She calms down only minutes later when she starts putting her books in place; thank god Jimin’s room had big enough shelves where he used to store his videogames and CDs. She starts with her school books and finishes with her all time favorites; fantasy book. Her mind can’t help but travel back to the boy whose eyes keep flashing in her head. A small smile creeps up her lips when she mentally slaps herself “You just saw his eyes once and you’re already fantasizing about him”

“Annoying” he mutters with a frown before throwing himself on the bed, his dog yelping at the sudden movement. Honestly, he thought that Jimin has gotten him someone quiet and who minds their own business, but she proved him wrong. Jungkook is a reserved person, he rarely mingles with people; Jimin and Taehyung are an exception. He doesn’t want anyone sticking their nose in his life, especially with his past still hunting him, something he’s not proud of and tries to forget.

He sighs as he hears loud swearing from the other room, fighting the urge to storm to her room and ask her to be quiet before he throws her out the window, so he composes himself, remembering that she pays half the rent as well.

His anger dissipates quickly when he takes his sketchbook and sits by the desk, taking his tools one by one, and continuing what he started last night. All he has to do is draw the eyebrows and add touches to the iris, a decision he takes after the pair of brown orbits his eyes came in contact with earlier today. They were unmistakably a female’s eyes, with a deep maroon color that resembled the rain soaked earth in early mornings, a warm blanket that wraps around you in the coldest winter nights, a deep brown of the oak trees at twilight… he could go on and on.

He sets his pencil aside and looks at his sketch one more time before smiling, “Beautiful” he whispers before putting the drawing in a folder and hiding under the desk.

Maybe, just maybe, he can find someone whose eyes are enough to make him forget about his pain, even for the shortest of moments, someone whose soul will outshine his dark past and be his salvation.

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