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✩ the death buffet

@ywibuki

the stick was swung around, jinsang twisting his wrist around in circles and hitting the trees languidly as he passed them by. his empty hand tugging at the strap across his chest, a bag hanging at his hip where he was collecting various herbs, flowers and mushrooms for his grandmother. ever since he’d finished high school, she sent him on more trips into the woods in search of ingredients for her herbal remedies. jinsang didn’t mind it when it meant that he could escape her watchful eye and do whatever he wanted where no one was around. the teen stopping every so often to make battle with a limb branch and beat it down for attempting to defy him. a smirk hanging on his lips whenever he walked away a victor, hand shoving into his pockets and going back to scanning the area for anything his grandmother would need or use.

it was another figure standing in the woods that made jinsang falter.

most people didn’t travel out this far unless they had to or they’d gotten lost. the haunted cabin made for a good deterrent and the quiet ominousness of the place as evening fell caused everyone to scatter back to the lights of town quickly. jinsang lingered in the moment, watching the stranger focus on something in his hand and then clearly move to eat it. “ya! ya! yaya!” he began to immediately shout out, identifying the poisonous vegetation in the foreigners hand and rushing forward. the stick dropped aside, freeing his hand to smack the other males hand, fingers gripping onto his wrist and eyes wide in shock. it was strange to realise this was exactly what his grandmother had done to him more than once. god, he wasn’t turning into her, was he? 

“what are you doing? trying to die? did you come out here to commit suicide? what is wrong with you?

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ywyein‌:

when she was five years old, her parents had taken her out on a walk around town, and she had gotten lost. but she rarely ever cried, and curiosity had the best of her, so she wandered off and found a place tucked away behind trees, flowers blooming everywhere. in that moment she had decided that the place was her’s, and even now she would always go back to it. it was pretty in a calming way, and it made her forget about everything for a just a moment before she had to go back to real life things.

which was usually bread deliveries, and no matter how many times her parents told her to come back quickly she never seemed to be able to. but she doesn’t really see a problem with it, as long as it gets done in the end. besides, she basically works for free — family labor is a blessing to her parents, because as their daughter she can’t really say no, but she can take her time to make each day more bearable, more fun, more exciting. plus, the weather had just turned warm enough for her to wear her favorite dress, so that’s how she ends up here, with a bag of melon bread laying somewhere on the ground, just sitting and enjoying the little moments she has and pretending she doesn’t have responsibilities.

she turns around when she hears his voice, a smile forming on her lips before she even sees him, because his voice is unmistakable enough. “an asteroid? no i must have missed it.” she doesn’t really believe him, but she plays along anyways, because she doesn’t know how else she’s supposed to answer. yein takes her bag of bread, walking over to him. “are you sure it wasn’t just a shooting star? you made a wish on it right? just in case?” turning her head, she looks around, as if trying to spot some alien rock. “if it really came here it could have hit me, and i could have died.”

it’s hard to ignore the sudden way his heart stutters in his chest when yein turns around, bread littered around as if she were some goddess of the particular food group, wearing that dress that somehow made her look prettier (and jinsang believed was some trick of the light, or delirium from the warmer weather), and the brightness of her smile being cast in his direction. jinsang’s gaze averted immediately looking down at the ground by his feet and crinkling his nose. there had to be some logic to the action, but the closest he could and dared to figure out, was that he was told never to look directly at the sun or he’d go blind.

there was a gut impulse to save his eye sight, and maybe he might end up stepping on the bread. jinsang knitting his brow together, hands playing with his own pockets and peering over at her past his lashes. “really?” was his empty attempt at fake shock, looking at her directly on and then looking up towards the sky, as if he could find proof of the asteroid to point it out to her. but the sky was empty of any cosmic damage, the same couldn’t be said for him when her voice was closer than it was before and his attention jerked to yein. his eyes lingering on her, only while she was looking elsewhere.

“a shooting star? if it was a shooting star, i would have been able to tell. i know everything about shooting stars and asteroids. they’re very different,” jinsang protested, chin tucking in closer to his chest as he shrugged his shoulders and looked back at his feet. he didn’t know why he disagreed with her, it was a knee-jerk reaction; a want to keep her there, talking to him. even if they were not conversations going no where fast. “i’ve wished on a shooting star before. it’s different. wishing on asteroids is bad luck, so you have to be careful. if i wished on an asteroid, it would do the opposite to what i want and then something bad would have happened to you. i already protected you anyway, but it could have been bad.”

✩ the bread patrol

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meme #2

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❤️ - A happy memory that makes them smile

💙 - A sad memory that makes them cry

💛 - A memory that makes them feel angry

💚 - A memory that makes them feel guilty

💜 - A memory about one of their loved ones, happy or sad

💔 - A memory that leaves them feeling lonely

❣ - A memory that leaves them laughing

💕 - A memory about their significant other

💞 - A memory about their family

💓 - A memory about their friends

💗 - A memory about a good deed they did

💖 - A memory that made them feel special

💝 - A memory that made them feel loved

💘 - A memory that gets their heart pounding

💟 - Wildcard!

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19 … hyunjin.

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ywyunwoo‌:

     he narrows his eyes at the younger male, watching as he practically ripped the can of jojacola out of his hand and downed it. while he had been trying to get rid of it, he had kind of expected a thank you at least from someone who was clearly much younger than him. he’s not too annoyed though, considering he had most definitely been trying to get rid of the cola and that was, literally, out of his hands now. which was what he had wanted from the beginning, though now he still needed to stay in the queue to get water. which was annoying. 

     unable to hold back his eye roll this time, yunwoo almost considers not gracing the other’s words with an answer. ask one of the nearby houses, the younger had said. that was probably one of the most ridiculous things he had ever heard someone say, especially since he had lived in seoul and people up there were even more ridiculous than they were in yangwon. “pretty sure that’s not how it works,” he drawls out slowly, his eyes focused on the line before them, feeling like it hadn’t moved at all in the last couple minutes. “you can’t just dig anywhere and get water.”

politeness was not one of jinsang’s strongest skills, along with many other social skills that tended to cause his grandmother to tut and tug on his ear when she caught him. at the memory, jinsang twisted his head, glancing over his shoulder and then rubbing at his earlobe as he listened to the older man drawl out disagreement with his suggestions. this was why jinsang cared little for societal rules, no one cared what he had to say and he refused to believe that it was due to their disbelief in aliens and the rumours about how much he lied. jinsang lowering the cola, peering over at the older male.

“are you a geologist? you don’t look like a geologist. what do you know about underground wells of fresh water?” jinsang began to prod with questions, more out of annoyance and a need to win this conversation. his weight shifting to turn to face the older male more, fully engaging the part of his brain which kept useless facts that he’d heard and connecting it to the part where all his lies came from. “did you know that this whole area used to be a lake? ages ago. thousands of years. some of that water got trapped in caverns under the ground and it still remains there. how do you think people used to get water before they had plumbing? wells. deep holes that reached those underwater caverns.”

— annoyed

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ywkiha‌:

        crystals and stones are what kiha puts most of his faith into, except maybe a certain boy with a wide smile. he can’t help but believe in the energies that the crystals provide and he’ll swear by them until he feels as though he can’t provide any more testimonials to back them up. kiha knows that some people need them more than others, so of course he sells them to people who will treat them as a decoration or perhaps lose them in a day to day shuffle. but when he sees someone who really needs them, he can’t help but want to aid them with the polished stones – even if it must be in secret. 

        he finds his footing, opening jinsang’s window and sneaking in as he’s done many times. jinsang is someone whom he’d describe as a friend, so he doesn’t feel bad about sneaking into his domain to provide him some comfort. usually he’s silent enough to get away with it but today jinsang is sleeping in his bed, something in which kiha hadn’t accounted for upon deciding to make a visit today. when he’s just about to lay a stone underneath jinsang’s bed, he looks up to see jinsang’s eyes open and staring right at him. 

        he’s surprised but his expression turns more confused when jinsang’s words reach his ears. “your… what?”

sleep still had a firm on jinsangs mind, even as he squinted his eyes open and looked up at the boy who had intruded on his sleep. kiha. he liked kiha. there was something fond about knowing there was someone who believed in weird things as much as he did -- although, jinsang didn’t understand why kiha refused to believe reading his palms was a useless endeavour. the aliens had scrubbed his future out of view, they’d distorted anything a psychic could see and made it look like he had no future. a tired smile tugging onto his lips as he stretched out, whines slipping from his lips and his bones cracking down his back.

his eyes tiredly lolling from the face of kiha and down to the rock. jinsang blinking crookedly, lids out of time with one another and swallowing the dry lump from his throat. “my alien communicator,” he repeated, voice stronger this time and taking a second to push himself up. first onto his elbow, then his hand and twisting around to face kiha. his shoulders slumped heavily, his head hanging--too heavy for his tired body--and scratching above his ear as he tried to think of how to explain it. “every now and then, the aliens leave them in my room. i think they fall out of their pockets or.. maybe one of them likes me and wants to talk. i collect them up. maybe, if i get enough, i can contact them back,” jinsang drawls softly, mind pushing to remember what he was trying to recall and huffing softly, focusing back on the moment.

“why are you trying to steal it? do you want to talk to the aliens too?”

✩ weird rock lord

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ywhajoon‌:

currently hajoon is on a winning streak with pranking one of the city boys who moved here a few years ago. though jinsang is vastly different, he’s heard of him through his friends and hajoon had yet to unleash his rein of flower terror onto the other. hence why he’s currently attempting to torture him now. 

so far it’s been successful and he’s pretty sure that he’s in the clear now to end with another successful prank. and hajoon was prepared.

he had brought more carnation petals this time, eager to shower this other person in as much colour as possible. currently he’s on jinsang’s roof (a bit difficult but nothing hajoon and a few trees can’t manage) as he prepares for his next assault. the petals fall and drown the other almost instantly and hajoon is pleased. he can’t help but to laugh for a second, eyes closed with glee.

when he opens them, though, jinsang is staring up right at him. and that spooks the hell out of hajoon. immediately he falls backwards when trying to scurry back. quickly (and without much grace) he tumbles his way down the roof and lands onto the ground to the side of the house with a thud, praying that jinsang is not currently watching his not so good dastardly escape.

it’s hard not to find the source of the laughter, or the boy who was currently suspiciously sitting on the roof of his grandmothers house. there was a distinct feeling of disappointment that he had so easily found the person who’d been pouring petals over him a few times now. if it was someone from seoul, or another city, they would have known to flee from the seen and not get caught.

jinsang stares up at the boy, watches him get spooked and seems to stumble backwards, falling slightly out of view from the angle. slowly he inches around, keeping his head back and looking up at the roof, following as the strange boy tumbles out of view. he crinkles his nose in annoyance, knowing he heard a distinct noise of someone falling. a mental battle going on in jinsangs head, wondering if he could simply walk away.

but he’d be scolded if he left the boy to die beside the house? his grandmother would ground him again and that was annoying. “fuck. like my day couldn’t get worse,” he mutters to himself, shoving his hands into his pockets as he makes his way around to the side of the house. torn over whether he wanted the day off work due to the trauma of seeing a dead body or if he wanted to deal with said, dead body.

“if you’re dead, just.. can i use your body to trick the aliens? they probably like organs to experiment with?” jinsang asked as he made his way towards the boy who was on the ground, tilting his head and glancing over him, looking for signs of life. “i think they might even eat livers. healing properties or something.”

✩ flower rain

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a pouty baby 

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ywjisun‌:

         Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ⊶ Midnight falls onto the town, a velvet blanket of black that swallows up whatever that is left of day until all that she can see when she opens her eyes is gray and then nothing at all. only the quiet that came with the countryside, no cars honking away in the distance or some drunken voice yelling away meaningless words that she has to pretend to not hear. or that is how it should be in the covers of the darkness but there is something amiss.

          or rather, it is the silence itself which is amiss and an odd strobe of light that seems to make its way in the distance. if she was more awake and not coveting sleep so much, jisun may have made a small jest to herself that it was an alien. also, perhaps played some x-file music for fun to herself all in her head. but with the hover between sleep and awake comes another thought that there must be something else out there - that becomes the spell to completely jolt her awake.

          she doesn’t think of this town as dangerous. at least there have been no warnings for her even during those days when the girl had wandered around for a lot later than what she would do back at home. so jisun doesn’t think that much about checking out what the source of all this weirdness could be. she quietly tiptoes her way around the house to reach the entrance, making sure not to wake any of the other family members.

          using her phone, a jacket is found and then still keeping the nightlight on jisun heads out into the night. taking careful steps, so she doesn’t touch something stray, eyes carefully maneuver the landscape to see what the foreign entity is. for all that she had prepared herself for the possibility of a human, her mind had still hoped that it may have been a raccoon or something, and she ends up letting out a yelp when she does catch sight of the figure.

          ❛　―　wait! i know you,　❜ jisun squints, lifting her phone so that it now shines light onto the perpetrator. the initial fear and shock all wash away in a matter of second, but her heart still pounds aggressively away. her free arm crosses across her chest as she stares over at him with the look of one who is clearly about to induce a parental lecture. ❛　―　what are you doing on another person’s property so late jinsang.　❜

research was not jinsang’s strongest skill. it might have been why he’d struggled his way through school and didn’t manage to have anything capture his full attention. a preference for bending facts, rather than seeking out the truth of them. he regretted this lifelong trait more when he could have found out what room this archaeologist was living and sleeping it before he left home undercover that night. still, he had little intention to go back on his plan now. improvisation was a useful skill -- he should add that to his resume when he goes home. right then, he needed to focus. 

jinsang shaking his head, blinking himself back into the moment and moving towards the next window. this time he was more careful with the torch, peeking into the room cautiously and checking if anyone was in there, before he lifted up his light to examine the inside more thoroughly. a smile tugging onto his lips as he saw what he’d imagine an archaeologists room to look like. boring. very, very boring. there was a glance around him, leaning into to press at the window to see if it would open and crinkling his nose when it was shut firmly. jinsang sucking in a breath and cursing as he sunk back, resting against the wall and soon patting down his pockets for something he could use to break in. in movies, they always had a paper clip or hair tie, or a card that would offer them entry. 

it was the sound of something softly crushing that made jinsang jerk his head up. his gaze flickering around to see the approaching glow, quickly pushing the button on his torch and watching the light flicker off. the throb of his heart in his head increasing as he looked for escape, but could only bring himself to press tightly against the wall. there was a moment when he squeezes his eyes shut, praying they would pass -- and receiving no such luck. the glow on the opposite side of his eyelids makes him slump, eyes blinking open and squinting at the light shined on him.

an awkward and unwanted smile mustered up, annoyance writ across his features as he lifted his hand up to shield his face and relaxed against the wall. there’s a secondary hope, maybe she wouldn’t recognise him. but the utter of his name destroys that. “ah, that. that..” jinsang begins to mutter out, reaching out to nudge the source of the light down. “are you trying to blind me?” he snarkily, his head turning as, shifting his weight in the dirt and scoffing softly. “i.. i saw weird lights around the backyard and heard a noise, and i thought that it was the aliens. you know? they came down to abduct someone and i wanted to get photos of it. proof! you know. so i came into your yard, looking for them. i mean, what if you got abducted?”

✩ take you down

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✩ the bread patrol

@ywyein

when jinsang had left abruptly, his grandmother had been calling out questions after him, asking where he was going, when he would come home, who was he going to see. his typical exaggerated lies about searching for aliens, going ghost hunting with jaehyun or even going out to leave a message in the forest for visiting extraterrestrials were given up for a defensive list of: nowhere, never, no one. irritation remained embedded in his nape as he shoved his hands into his pockets as he trudged in the direction that he was pretending was directionless, and he looked everywhere but where he knew he wanted to look. not until the last moment, where he could pretend to be surprised to see her and make up some lie about how he’d seen an asteroid strike the earth last night, in the same direction she was headed.

each action filled, tucking the knowledge of them into his subconscious, and biting the inside of his lip when his gaze landed on the back of yein’s head ahead of him. the last couple steps leaving a scuffle of rocks, and coming up to her, cocking his head lazily. “out here again?” he questioned, although this was where he found her nearly every time that he went searching for her. his weight shifted, glancing down at the toes of his shoes, crinkling his nose and looking back to her. yein always looked cute, it was a thought that prodded through the back of his mind and made him impulsively reach forward to take the bread from her arms. the items tucked into one of his arms, adjusting and securing them. “did you see the asteroid come through the atmosphere last night? it looked like a shooting star but... “ jinsang shook his head. “it glowed a different colour. i think it had an alien mineral in it. i'm going to find it today.”

there was no chance that he was going to admit that he came out this way to see her. that would have been a lie. jinsang was assured of that.

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✩ weird rock lord

@ywkiha

taking afternoon naps was normal for jinsang, especially when he’d had an early morning and he had to work for a couple hours. people were exhausting. asking him where items were. asking him for change. asking him to serve them. his grandmother insisted that that was what he was being paid for as a cashier at the general store -- and yet still, it was exhausting to deal with. sometimes they had the stupidest questions and it took an immense amount of effort not to simply give in to the impulse to curse at them. he’d already been given a warning once for that. if there weren’t customers, it was boring to stand there and wait for customers. jinsang hated his job; he only continued to drag himself there against his will was for the money to buy joja cola. 

but some days, even the caffeine wasn't enough to get him through the day.

jinsang has his arms tucked under his head, stirring at the feeling of someone else around him and crinkling his nose. there was a dry crack in his voice when he parted his lips to groan in annoyance. “i already did my shift,” he complained, nose crinkled across the bridge and squeezing his eyes shut to whoever was out there. they could have been a robber or a murderer, but that would have been far to exciting for a small town like yangwon to have. there was a twist of his body, rolling over onto his stomach and squinting his eyes open to notice a hand first, then the familiar strange looking rocks that he was certain were left by aliens trying to communicate with him. it might have been a slight disappointment when he followed the hand up to the human boys face.

“what are you doing with my alien communicator?”

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✩ flower rain

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for the third time in the past weeks, jinsang had arrived for work at the general store with flower petals falling off his shoulders and stuck in his hair. whenever anyone asked him about it, jinsang had no answer and instead brushed two or three from his clothing and went about his day. it had become a mental assumption to him, that whoever was showering him in flower petals, was doing so for attention -- because they liked him. who else would go to such trouble to do such a thing? petals were close to flowers and people gave flowers to people that they liked. it was a compliment and jinsang had taken to the idea of making those he worked with curious over what was going on; add to the mystery that was koo jinsang.

learning the identity of this flower person was not a high priority. if he found out their identity, then he’d have to break their hearts and that was bothersome. it was better to be oblivious and let them fawn over him in their quiet way.

once again, jinsang prepared himself for work, tugging on his shoes as he stepped outside his door and adjusting the bag strap on his shoulder when he forced his foot into his shoe by kicking at the ground a couple times. his gaze focused on the ground when the petals began to flutter down around him again, jinsang pausing to stare at the few that drifted down to the ground around him and he furrowed his brow. there was a mental count made, jinsang straightening up slowly and waiting until he reached ten to finally dare to look around, to each side first and then up. he figured ten seconds was enough for them to flee or hide from the crime scene.

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✩ you and me and the ghost

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jaehyun’s obsession with ghosts was undeniable, a well-known fact and likely to be what lead to one of their deaths in the near future. there were crossed fingers hoping that it wasn’t him on jinsag’s behalf. the night was dark around them, the air light and warming up compared to the past winter, and jinsang twisted the flashlight in his hand as he waited at the edge of town for his friend. it had been in the afternoon when jinsang had heard the whispers, someone had gone to the abandoned house in the forest and not returned. a tourist or something. jinsang was never one for the details, but he knew that he had to pass the message on to jaehyun and that they had to go investigate the forest.

they had agreed to meet that night to go have a look and see what they could find. why was jaehyun running late though?

the streak of yellow light from the torch cut through the darkness and flickered away with every press of the button. jinsang tilting his head as he watched the shadows get cast across the empty field in front of him, his weight shifting from one foot to the other, and the various items in his bag rustling together as it swung from one shoulder. they couldn’t go into the forest and hunt ghosts without tools and equipment, and jinsang’s numerous jars for collecting proof of such entities. if ghosts existed, then people had to believe aliens did -- and vice versa. 

it was the sound of approaching steps that made jinsang shut the light off and inhale, turning his head to look in the direction, hoping to see a friendly face and not some adult, asking him what he was doing out so late.  

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✩ hows is hanging, hotstuff?

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venturing out to the hot springs was more of an excuse to see yejun and escape his grandmother’s current scolding and harassment over what he was going to do with the rest of his life. ‘i don’t know. not die’ was apparently not the answer she was looking for, and jinsang knew if he went to the hot spring, she wouldn’t be able to find him. the stick he’d picked up on his travels swung back and forward, hit against various rocks and trees as he passed them; his left hand remaining stuffed in his jean pockets as he meandered his way towards his destination. last time he’d gone to the springs, he’d stayed there until it closed. his skin had shrivelled up at his finger tips, but he’d never been cleaner in his life.

“yah! yejun! is it open yet?” jinsang called out when he saw the familiar figure ahead of him, making his way up towards the spring as well. there was the dull impulse to jog, and catch up with the other. jinsang simply wasn’t a runner though, and instead, he let his head fall back and cupped his hand around his mouth to make his voice travel further. “yah! yejun! is the spring open?” he shouted, listening to the echo of his own voice drift out until it faded away. a smirk tugged in the corner of his lips as he stopped his walk, glancing towards his side and tossing the stick away into the bushes blindly. there shouldn’t have been anyone out there. 

now he had two free hands to shove into his pockets, standing on the pathway up the mountain towards the springs and waiting for the other male to give him an answer. although, he already knew the answer. jinsang just liked to be bothersome for no reason.

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ethereal 

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ywkit‌:

kit likes free things as much as the next person, maybe even more so now that he’s officially out on his own and he hardly has more than a few dollars and some dreams to his name. he’ll let himself splurge a little for a holiday (after all, not every day is a festival and he wants to make the most of it while he can), but for simple thirst-quenching he’s more than satisfied with the free cola. he sips it slowly, the carbonation doing funny things to his nose and throat if he tries to swallow more than a sip at a time.

he’s seen those water bottle challenges before, the ones where a drink is all but inhaled in a matter of seconds. hell, he’s even tried it before himself and nearly drowned on dry land. but never in his life has kit seen someone down a cola with such speed. the boy didn’t even stop for a breath! dumbfounded and a little bit impressed, kit can’t help but stare with his mouth hanging slightly agape. his own drink is forgotten in his hand, just a cold metal can that he knows he can never drink nearly as quickly as the boy had just demonstrated.

“what?” he’s snapped out of his trance when he’s spoken too, looking dumbly from the stranger to his own drink and back up again as he tries to tune his brain back into human words and interaction. “i.. uh..” well, he was planning on finishing it, but that boy’s gulp was world-record worthy. how parched must he be to down his drink so fast? “you know what, i think you want it more than i do.” kit gives up his cola easily, handing it over to the boy. “how in the world do you do that? it’s incredible, i think i’d choke and die.”

since childhood, jinsang had been drinking soft drink -- he’d tried every flavour before he was ten years old, a fact he was proud of (even it might have been slightly exaggerated). since the joja mart had come to yangwon, he had successfully secured at least one can of the cola every two days, and now that he’d graduated high school, he had increased that to one a day. it was a treat that he deserved. he didn’t know how anyone could not like the carbonated beverage. it was liquid gold, sweet divine, heaven sent bliss. one was barely enough to satiate him. one more before his grandmother realised, that’s all he wanted.

and he wasn’t going to let someone in this town waste such a drink.

jinsang’s gaze lingering on the drink in the other boys hand, waiting for an answer and then furrowing his brow when the response was not a ‘yes, here, have it’. navigating denial was not a skill he’d worked out yet, and he was about to turn to find someone else to ask when he heard the other boy speak up again. a smile tugging lopsided onto his lips as he takes the can. “thank you,” coming from his lips, although he likely doesn’t mean them. in his mind, he was saving this drink from someone who didn’t know the true beauty of it. 

he doesn’t get the drink to his lips though, not when he’s asked a question and praised in the same sentence. jinsang blinking to look at the other and shrugging his shoulders. “i was born with a special condition where i have two stomachs, and they had to remove one when i was a baby through surgery. while they did that, they made a mistake and now, the only thing that i can drink without throwing up is carbonated drinks. it’s something to do with the bubbles, or something. i don’t know. the doctors are really stupid,” he begans to explain, recount a story he’d used to tell people when he wanted cola and they were denying him. “they say what they say to sound like they know what they’re saying, you know?”

✩ free cola? yes, please