March 1 2016 (Back dating to February 5th, morning after the meta battle.)
He knew it was rude – really rude in fact, but after spending the night at Terry’s home he had gotten up, before the other, and washed and dressed before leaving. He’d left a note on the others bedside table telling him happy new year, he figured that would tell the other where he’d gone and where he was headed. He’d mentioned, at the very bottom in a ps, happy valentines day. It was important and he knew it but he couldn’t be there for it – this was more important.
He’d hurried home right after leaving Terry’s home, slipping out without waking anyone, he’d taken his already packed luggage and called the airlines to arrange things as a cab headed him for the airport where he was able, thankfully, to catch a flight to Seoul.
The flight was going to take hours but he was prepared for it, he had a little neck rest, blanket, headset, his airbook, and they had movies as well and food! Yes, he was ready for the long flight he would face as he headed back home for a short vacation.
Taking out his phone, checking a few social media sites, he took a few selcas and posted them with a quick message that he was on his way back – sorry for being late. He knew his friends and family would see them soon-ish and would know he was on the way as he hadn’t called, texted, or told them in anyway till now.
As he settled in, snuggling back into the neck pillow he had that looked like a black cat, he decided to take a short nap as the plane did it’s take off. Once he was settled in, with a soft blanket about himself, the desk in front of him out with his airbook and phone sitting on it, he let his dark eyes drift closed as a yawn passed his lips and he stretched once.
When the one sitting next to him nudged him he slowly woke, as they continued to nudge him, he finally registered them telling him a stewardess was there with drinks offer. Nodding, slowly, and yawning he picked a drink for himself and decided to hop onto his airbook where he put on his headset, some music, and check some social media sites and other sites. Apparently an uncle of his would be picking him up at the airport, that was good, so he wouldn’t need to public transport to get to his grandparents’ home. Thanking his uncle, he mentioned that he’d get something to eat at the airport first, if he could, before they got to his grandparents as he would be hungry when the plane landed. Hitting the send button, Seung continued wandering about the internet for a while.
During the time he was on the plane, up in the air, he spent it taking more pictures of himself, chatting a bit when he could on social media, listening to music and he did watch the inflight movie, it was some romance movie that he’d never seen – it wasn’t all that bad either. He slept a good bit also, snuggled up and comfortable – warm. The food he had wasn’t bad, it was good and healthy. But when the plane landed he was happy to grab his overhead luggage and leave the plane and head into the airport where he went to looking for his luggage. Standing, waiting at the carousel, he was surprised when a hand settled onto his shoulder. When he heard the voice, a familiar one, he turned smiling and bowing he greeted his uncle and thanked him for coming to pick him up – it was late and the man had come to get him despite it. He could have taken public transportation, rather than someone coming out to deal with traffic and such, but his uncle was nice enough to come get him.
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2016 12:26 am
March 1 2016 (Dating back to February 5th, evening after the meta battle.)
The drive to his father’s parents’ home was, as expected, slow going as traffic was an issue. Conversation was sporadic at best as most of the time was filled with silence. A picture or two of the traffic was taken, and posted, as well as one of him curling up in the back seats of his uncle’s car as he decided to take a nap and rest some more – he needed it. Last night he hadn’t gotten much sleep as his mind was filled with images from the fight and the feelings it produced, feelings he hadn’t felt then. He couldn’t believe he’d wrapped his hands around someone’s throat and tried to kill them. It wasn’t like him at all.
It was a lot to take in and he’d tried to the night before, or at least accept what he’d done and reason out why. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t continue to think on it, to try and analyze it and figure it out and himself – figure out where he stood now if he stood in some new place.
Right now though – nap time. Curled up in the back seat, using the black cat neck pillow he had, he let his eyes close and fell into a fairly peaceful sleep. How long he continued to have peaceful sleeps he didn’t know. He was sure at some point the battle would catch up to him – would haunt him. He’d have to work on that, accept it and move on, but right now wasn’t the time. He was sore, hurting, and working on problems that had yet to crop up simply wasn’t a thing he was going to be doing while on vacation. This was New Years and it was a time to be spent happy and with family, and afterwards with friends.
When he was woken up, sometime later, they had arrived outside of his grandparents. Stretching, yawning, and sitting up while rubbing at his eyes he opened the back passenger door and slipped out of the car and grabbed his carry on bag that had sat on the back floor of the car, behind the driver’s seat, and getting out of the car he turned the video option his cell phone had on, so he could tape the walk up to his grandparents, the snow on the ground and when the door opened and he was let in. His other bag, the luggage he had, was grabbed from the trunk of his uncle’s car and his carry on hung from his shoulder behind him – he was loaded down with stuff. But he was smiling when the door opened and out bound a cousin of his. Younger and male they came up and gave a short bow before hugging him. As the two spoke in Korean he ruffled the younger's hair, watching them smile at him, and walking inside together he was slipping his shoes off along with the other before stepping up and into the house.
Calling out, letting everyone know he was there, he headed for one of the guest rooms to drop his things off. His cousin had offered to share the bedroom he had with Seung. Since he’d had to possibly cancel coming altogether his parents had canceled his hotel room so he had nowhere to stay, he’d been willing to ask his grandparents if he could sleep on the living room floor since it was heated. To have his cousin offering to share a room, and bed, was appreciated.
Moving up the stairs, still videotaping, he followed his cousin up to the second floor bedroom they’d be sharing. Dropping his luggage off he headed back downstairs as the two talked. He’d already asked his cousin, during all the talking they were doing, to put English subtitles on his videos for him – he was sharing with an American friend. His cousins English was better than his – far better, his cousin was taking classes for English and learning it at the hagwon he was attending. His cousin had, of course, agreed to help him and he would be uploading his videos so far to his cousin’s laptop so he could add in what was needed.
As the two headed downstairs he panned once around the room before bringing himself into focus and giving a wave, some words, and then turned the video off so he could be with his family. He would let his cousin work on things later in the evening and then post stuff and send the videos to Terry, since Terry didn’t have his Instagram or twitter account info.
The next time he had his cell phone out, and was recording video, was when he was out shopping with friends. He hadn’t filmed anyone during the New Years Celebration at either of his grandparents homes, it would have been rude. Now though he was out with friends his own age whom he’d gone to highschool with. They were shopping for make up, as he said to his camera one of his female friends needed make up and so here they were in Myeongdong. With his cell phone on a selfie stick, which he was borrowing from a friend.
With people walking up and down the street, shopping, he had the camera focused on himself and the male friend standing in front of him, as he was peeking over his friend's shoulder. he was walking right behind him, clinging with one hand to the others back. Laughing at some joke, one of them asking if he’d started using American make up, he shook his head in the negative. Nope, he was ordering and having things shipped, as he responded to his friend. As the group, which he showed consisted of himself, three males, and two females, headed into Nature Republic where the girls went for make up and he went for face masks. Grabbing different ones he said what each was for, some for dark circles and others to brighten the skin. So those were grabbed as were a few others for various other things. They were each a little over a dollar each, as he said, and he picked up a lot - a supply.
Paying for them he got the usual s**t ton of free items, which was normal, and leaving with his friends the next shop. In the next shop, which handled many brands he got a few items for his mother, as he said, and paying the trip did continue for a while. There were cardboard cutouts of kpop idols outside of a few places, saying that they used the products or endorsed them - which he explained to his phones camera.
It wasn’t until they got to a nearby department store that he got a few more things for himself, aside from all the face masks he got from various shops. From the Hera section in the stores make up department he got a cell essence, a skin toner/whitener, and another two products. As they were passing another company's area in the makeup department one of the females in the group decided to tease him, and the other three males, over the high end camo make up and that in a few years they’d all need it. Laughing he nodded, agreeing verbally as well, he added that it wouldn’t be for some years for him. He was planning to finish university and then he’d look into fulfilling his military obligations.
As the shopping trip wound down they headed underground to the subways, with the group still talking, they ignored the pictures advertizing plastic surgery that were all over the place. The subway station was clean, very clean, and there was glass keeping people from the tracks with doors the slid open when the subway arrived. Stepping onto the subway he stood there, holding a handle, and looking at his friends as they were talking. The girls had decided to sit down while the other three males stood by him holding onto handles from the ceiling of the subway car.
They were, as he said to his camera, going for dinner in another district, they were going for samgyeopsal. The groups talk had been sparked while still heading to the subway, thanks to the advertising on the walls, as one of the guys mentioned his sister was getting her eyelids done when she got out of high school this year. Another mentioned where she’d gotten her eyeslids done years ago, and the talking went on with Seung mentioning where he’d gone for his nose which had been a gift from his parents for graduating. When asked if he was ever going to get his eyes done he waved it off stating he liked them as they were. It was one of the girls who told him how they didn’t look very friendly and warm, it made him look mean and cat like - it wasn’t pretty. While some people, especially those back in Destiny City, might take it badly and be offended he laughed it off as the conversation continued on about looks and makeup and other such things.
As they reached their stop the group got off the car and headed up from the platform to the street where they headed to get food. They had to stop...cause Seung decided to grab some street food as they were passing a place. It was something, as he said, that they only had in the winter here. It was hoddeok and was a favorite of his in the winter. While walking he was eating with one hand, describing the food, even though how it was made had been seen as he’d been waiting in line and ordering. Rather than going sweet he’d gone savory and inside was black sesame seeds, carrots, green onions and glass noodles, onions, and sesame oil was used. He did describe it and showed it to the camera after taking a bite. he knew he was teasing whoever would be seeing this, primarily Terry, as he continued eating as they headed for the restaurant to actually eat a real meal.
The street food place had been covered, a tent really, and there had been a line of other ones selling other sorts of food. This was something, the street food stands, they didn’t have in Destiny City even in Korea Town. It was one thing he really missed - street food culture. The food was amazing and as they headed for the main goal he pointed out the various kinds of foods each stall dealt with.
When they did arrive at the place they were seated- quickly and sitting down they were ordering as quickly as they could as well and it included several bottles of soju. With the waitress gone his camera got set down, propped up, so it could film things while he had his hands free so he could eat.
He had given Terry some lessons in basic Korean table manners but the manners he had here was beyond what he’d shown and some of his friends had decided to pitch in with the video and mention certain things, like everyone waiting for the eldest to pick up their chopsticks and starting to eat before the others joined in. The youngest cooking the meat and that the first drink was had by all, and the eldest had his glass just a touch above the others. There were other things mentioned during the meal but as it continued on the drinks did continue to flow as anyone watching would notice. it seemed the glasses were never empty and it prompted them to keep drinking...to be polite perhaps?
Either way the camera was picked up by someone, Seung wasn’t actually paying any mind to it, as they were leaving the place and he was clearly drunk and clinging to a friend and trying not to fall right over...same as his friend was trying not to do. With them holding hands and swaying together it made an interesting sight perhaps but it wasn’t uncommon, as the friend with the camera managed to slur out. The camera at some point was turned off, by his friend, and the group did make it home.
It was in the morning he went to let his cousin have his phone in order to upload the videos and translate them, forgetting or not remembering everyone on it, he didn’t know what was translated and sent to Terry and posted to his social media site for his friends to see and discuss/laugh about.
The day after his makeup shopping trip, and the drinking he’d done, and he was with his sister and his mother in Gangnam, as he told the camera. As they got up to the street, from the subway down below, the street that they came up on was loaded down with plastic surgery clinics. First floor, second floor, third floor of the buildings were all different clinics and some buildings were multiple stories and one single clinic - massive.
Explaining that they were all clinics for plastic surgery, though the word he used meant reforming clinics. They didn’t call it plastic surgery, though his cousin would later translate it to that and make mention of what it really translated to from Korean. As they walked down the street his mother pointed out where he’d gotten his nose done and how good it had turned out.
Nodding his head to his mother's words he said that he was happy with it also and was glad it got done - it had needed to be done. His sister was than saying how she couldn’t wait till she got her face reformed and that it was a gift, hugging her mother and thanking her for it. Listening to his mother tell his sister how she was glad to be able to do this for her, that it would help her as it would improve her image and future, he chimed in agreeing that it would certainly help. She would be glad she had gotten it once the swelling went down and the results were clear. Walking along with the two he did ask his mother which clinic, the name, and nodding to her answer the place was a first floor place, consisting of several floors, and when they got inside it was modern and classy looking - not what you’d expect. The two women at the front desk looked similar, obviously worked on, with makeup and perfect uniforms and manners.
There was bowing done, greetings, helpful smiling people and paperwork handed over. As the paperwork was filled out by his mother and sister he let his phone video tape the area and when the time came he followed his mother and sister in for the consultation to discuss what his sister was going to be getting done.
An elevator up to the second floor, where the officers were, and a short walk later and they were seating themselves in chairs after bowing and greeting the doctor who would be handling his sister's surgery. Asking what she wanted he listened to his sister answer the doctor as she spoke about her eyes and her nose as well as her jaw. She wanted bigger eyes, a double eyelid and the cutting to the outside corner so she would have big doe eyes. For her nose she wanted it to look more like a Korean kpop singer, no surprise there. She also wanted the same jaw as the idol. Watching his sister pull out pictures and show them he wasn’t surprised when the doctor pulled up pictures on his computer as well - it was all normal.
Watching as she used a small tool to give her double eyelids for the moment, to see what she liked and where they’d have to put the crease, he watched as a decision was made. Sitting back in his chair he wasn’t upset or concerned that his sister was only 14 and doing this, he hadn’t been much older himself. Fixing his hair some as they talked he remained seated as his sister was assisted, by a nurse, from the room in order to get before pictures taken as well as whatever else was needed- likely xrays to see the bone structure he’d be working with. Everyone was located in this one clinic so it didn’t take long for his sister to return and the film to be gone over.
With the price given, and everything else decided his sister was being marked off and then headed off to get prepped for surgery and he was following his mother down to the lobby they’d been in upon arriving - to wait.
Deciding he wanted to leave, rather than wait, he let his mother know he was going for a facial and massage and would be back - call if he was needed.
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References for information, statistics, and visuals. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZSAoETxubSI https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZCKShGLyeK0 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wp4YZdSz2aA https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L79kfyx2bVs https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ILQN_0j7rTY https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7ovyzkRmdVU https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gd-bISK3lkc https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0wWKjxxM6q8 http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2015/03/23/about-face http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-2134352/One-women-Seoul-gone-knife-South-Korea-tops-global-list-plastic-surgery-procedures.html
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2016 1:11 am
March 1 2016 (Back dating to February 11.)
Like the plastic surgery clinic the place he went to, a spa, was done in a rather modern style. a few tv screens hung from the walls while he could hear water falling from a small wall fountain. On the tv screen they were playing Let Me In, a tv show he knew and watched often as did his mother, sister, and cousin. Reaching the reception desk and the single female there he asked if he could get in for an appointment now. He needed a facial, everything included there, and a massage would be nice as well. He was looking to pamper himself and take care of some needs.
When the women nodded, and said it could be done, he didn’t have long to wait before he was being lead to a back room where he was to change into a simple towel that was low on his waist as he went for the facial first.
With permission from the attendant who would be tending to him he was able to perch his phone somewhere so it could film. He had his skin being polished, pores cleaned, facial hairs plucked away, he was well tended to and his face was checked for any soon to be pimples and anything else. Thankfully he had none, as getting those handled was never pleasant though it did need to be done. He wasn’t about to let himself show a bit of acne, it would be dealt with here and by a trained person before it ever turned up visible on his face. It was why even in Destiny City he went often for facial treatments, to make sure everything was clear and good skin wise.
With his face painted in various things, a uv light used to bake something, a laser used on his skin as well to promote regeneration, and more stuff painted onto his face and a warm towel wrapped about his face before his face was finally cleaned up and he was released to head for the next part of his own personal pampering.
Again he asked permission to tape, which was again given, as he laid face down on a massage table and let the towel at his waist be undone and draped across his naked back so he was covered from neck to the backs of his knees. With that done they started asking where he was sore or stiff, where he had pain. His neck was one area, due to all the time best over studying and such. It was also uncomfortable lying as he was, something he didn’t mention as he figured he’d suck it up, As the work got started on his neck and moved to his lower back which was also bad, and brought pain to him as it was worke don. He finally looked mostly asleep as he relaxed and it continued moving down to even his feet and then his arms.
The whole process took time, a good amount of time in fact, and when he finally was done and moving to get dressed and head up front to pay over two hours had passed and he hurried himself back to the clinic to check in with his mother and see how his sister was doing. The video ended with him being told it wasn’t finished just yet, since she was getting her jaw done also, and that she still would be in back for another hour after that before they could head home. So the videos end was him finding a comfortable sitting position to fall asleep in.
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2016 1:17 am
March 1 2016 (Back dating to February 11.)
After his sister had gotten out of surgery and was headed home with his mother he had decided to do some shopping of his own, without his phone recording things. He had decided to get Terry some facial products for his mother. She had been very kind to him when he’d visited and it was only proper he purchase something for her, so he was buying her several products he used though by different companies. It wasn’t on purpose, to save money, but they were cheaper than the products he’d purchased for himself the previous day. He had bought face masks of various kinds, essence, cleanser, toner, serum, eye cream, night cream for the face, and something to keep wrinkles from forming and something to help with ones already there. He had thought it would be a nice package of items for her, he had seen many foreigners over the years buying loads of face and make up products and knew they were popular, and thought she might like them as well.
With the purchases made and soon enough dropped back at his grandparents home he had showered, dressed, and prepared for a night out with his friends again.
This time his camera did go on and he was with even more friends than the previous night. Tonight they were, as he told his phones camera, at a norae bang. The room was fairly well sized with a table, already with empty glasses and full bottles. There were couches and a door, to a hallway, and as he showed off the room you could see a tv and set up like a karaoke bar had. It was a nice set up and with a dozen people, Seung included, they fit well in the room with space to move - which they’d need.
As music started and drinks started to get poured people started to sing with microphones they had. Laughter and people talking to others and deciding to join in here and there as the main singer continued the first song.
His phone was perched on something on the table as they continued with the night and with drinking and getting drunk. At some point someone, or two people; Seung wasn’t sure, went out to get food from a street vendor and came back. With food and a lot of drinks, which seemed to somehow magically multiply, the group of twelve wound up getting plastered enough that when one of the girls said something it was several of the males who decided to sing the cute little song, including the hand gestures. The song was called Gwiyomi and was beyond adorable and clearly something a female, a very feminine and innocent one, would sing. But there were five males singing it including Seung who tipped over, while laughing, and hit into one of his friends and wrapped his arms about him as they both hit the couch laughing even more.
As the evening wound down, hours later it was also a wonder how his phone had not died - that would be revealed later in translations. He’d been charging his phone by a cord the place had that could be used by patrons. Finally when they were ready to leave his phone was unplugged from the charger and the group did leave, a broken glass, or was it two, left behind as well as many empty bottles of soju which they’d finished off with ease. All the drinking had them stumbling down the sidewalk, after a few nearly fell down the steps as they left the norae bang as the place was on the second floor and the stairs outside, from the street to the second floor entrance, proved too hard for a few to navigate without nearly falling down the steps. Seung had managed the steps slowly, he only tripped once and pouted at a laughing friend.
The sidewalk was somewhat easier, though they did have some issues with it, as they stumbled along they were not the only people that his phones camera caught. Someone up ahead almost stepped out into traffic as she was so drunk and in business attire. the group commenting that she must have just left a social gathering with her boss and co-workers.
As the group continued on they headed down to the subways, stumbling and falling, as they went and made it onto a car and were headed for their destination - somewhere they’d remain for the rest of the night as they were sure to crash soon.
When they arrived and got up to the streets that was when one of the girls went right to the curb and bent over to vomit, someone else going to help her. All the while the phone had been getting passed about so different views and such. But it did catch this as well as some street food grabbed before they did get to someone's home to crash, their mother was sleeping and father was out drinking with his co-workers and boss. So when the twelve arrived they went and crashed in the friends room and that was when the video cut out - just before they all went to start showering, removing makeup, and crashing.
Either he hadn’t been hung over, a miracle perhaps with how much he’d consumed the night before, or the makeup covered up how he really looked. But come the next morning, after a trip to his grandparents, and Seung wasn’t looking so bad as he did some grocery shopping for things he’d be bringing home with himself to Destiny City. From dried fish, of various kinds and seaweed to other things that were harder to find.
There were samples of various foods in the store, and he did try several things, as he bought snacks and drinks and more. He hadn’t bought anything fresh, he would do that the day they left before going to the airport. For now he had a lot of things he would be taking home, enough that he would need another piece of luggage which was mentioned in the video. Before he turned off his phones camera he did mention he’d be going to do that after this.
That was what he did, get another piece of travel luggage, as he now needed it, and the items he’d purchased went right into it as he was already preparing for when they’d have to leave in two days. He didn’t want to leave anything to being forgotten, that would not be good, and he didn’t want to purchase anything fresh this far in advance - it could go bad.
With the rest of his day open, he had nothing planned, he Settled for going for lunch but due to what he wanted he took a trip the fresh seafood market in Noryangjin. He knew places like this caused controversy, how could he not? He knew of world stocks of sea food going down, he really did, but he liked to think that watching what he ate and how often he ate seafood was a good thing. It was something that was big in the diets of people from this part of the world, something they grew up on.
As he got off the train he crossed a bridge and headed down some stairs and that was when he went to give a camera view from over the balcony before moving his camera around so he could show himself and the view over the balcony. He had a face mask on, not that he said why on camera, but it was to keep from sneezing or coughing by accident on anything or in any other way getting germs on any of the fresh food that was down below.
Taking the last flight of stairs down he ignored the water on the floor, the smells didn’t bother him either, as he joined all the people walking along the concrete floor. Passing by many vendors with fresh seafood, still alive and in tanks, he finally stopped at one to order two fresh baby octopus for himself. It was another for shrimp, as they had the better price and he knew it from past experiences here. The last place he went was a spice and side dish vendor he knew in order to get a few things. There were nearby restaurants which would prepare the food for him, however he asked, so he headed that way though on the way some fish caught his eye and deciding to be a pig...well he got a fish also to go with the shrimp.
When he got upstairs he got to the restaurants there and handed over, to the noonas who worked there, his fish and told them what he wanted. He had been seated the moment he entered and his purchases taken while he told them what he wanted done with them. That done he sat and waited, which wouldn’t be long. He’d at least have an appetizer out quickly.
The appetizer was a small plate of octopus tentacles, still moving, with sesame oil and seeds on them. With them and a bottle of makgeolli, and some in a metal dish, he was set to eat as he waited for the main part of his lunch. Drinking a bit, sips really, Seung was more than happy to perch his phone somewhere so that it could record and he could eat. The mask he had on was pulled down so he could eat and enjoy his meal.
The main part, the fish and shrimp, came out soon enough in a pot that was over a burner still so it kept warm. The seasonings he’d bought were used in the soup like dish. He had rice, a bowl of it, and a some vegetables as well that he could put into the hot pot of cooking soup. That was what he did - eat. The fish, and shrimp, went with the rice and vegetables went into the soup as he polished off his meal slowly he continued to sip from his drink and pour more till the bottle was empty.
When his meal was done, and paid for, he was up and heading out of the place and making his way from the market to the subway. His mask back up and in place as he headed for the underground so he could head home, or wherever else he was planning to go tonight seeing as he was likely going to spend it with friends again. It was on the subway that he did turn off his camera - for now.
When it came back on, a few hours later, he was out with friends only this time he wasn’t drinking nor were his friends. Rather they were going to a PCbang, as he explained what one was to his camera phone, he and his friends did hang out for a while eating and a few played games with him curled into a friend's lap watching. Figuring it was too boring, and he’d mentioned how there were professional gamers who made money playing some games, and world titles, teams and more Seung decided to end the video for now.
It would pick up again, later in the evening, to show him and friends having a few drinks and heading off for the night...or rather morning since it was a good bit after midnight. They’d spent the whole time in the PCbang with a few of his friends gaming, where as he had watched as he didn’t game.
March 1 2016 (Back dating to February 13th, morning after the meta battle.)
Another day and it was the day after tomorrow that he’d be headed home, he wasn’t sure how he felt about this. Had it been before Terry he’d be upset to be leaving so soon, or at all, but now he was torn. There was also the idea of dragging the other here for summer vacation and enjoying Seoul together.
Stumbling, still tired and hungover, Seung made his way through his grandparents home and to the bathroom to shower, get his skincare handled and then back to the guest room he and his cousin were sharing in order to dress. Once he was dressed, in a nice sweater and jeans, he went to get his face finished for the day before heading downstairs for some tea and breakfast, a bit late but still breakfast was made by him and eaten. With that done he decided to go out, again, to do some clothing shopping. he needed some new clothing he could bring home with him to Destiny City, it would be easier here to find clothing for himself that fit and was of a style he liked.
It was in Hongdae that he took the subway to, was he didn’t care to walk the distance from where he was. As he explained, to his camera once he’d gotten off the subway, Hongdae was big on fashion of all kinds. He also mentioned it was hard to find pants he liked back in Destiny City especially in his size, so he was buying things now to take home with him so he’d have a lot of new styles. A lot of it might be winter things but he’d also get spring and summer clothing, he’d get more summer things when he came here in the summer as he already was planning on doing just that. As he headed up onto the street he flashed a v-sign and winked at his camera before announcing to it his waist size being a 71 centimeters or a 28 inch waist in Destiny City, something he said he’d had someone look up for him when he’d been shopping there. He knew back there he was slender but here he was fairly normal, it wasn’t such an odd size at all.
Once he was done with that bit of an introduction he did get to shopping. Hitting up stores he was going for pants, many with rips and tears in them but not all of them, most of them were dark in color or black. he picked up a red and black plaid pair of pants and some other plaid coloring. There was some other patterned pair he grabbed up also at the same store. As he bought pants, in various stores, he also got shirts of various sorts and sweaters, a few that looked rather fluffy and really warm. Two coats were purchased, not that he needed any more coats really, but he was obviously having fun as he did his shopping.
It was when he was shopping for shoes that he let his camera turn off, so it could get a break and he could try on shoes and walk about in them, to check on how they each fit. The next time his camera was on his arms were loaded down with bags and he was picking out some new silver earrings for himself. From hoops and studs to long pieces that perhaps resembled a fang or claw in shape and length. None of them would actually expand a piercing, something he wouldn’t do, but it would look like his holes were expanded when he had them in, as he also explained to the camera. With several picked out and purchased there were other decorations, take it to mean jewlery, picked out and purchased at another store he went to.
On the way back he decided to stop for street food for lunch, it was quick and easy not to mention cheap. It was especially yummy though. On the way he did drop by a tea and coffee shop for a bubble tea for himself, something he mentioned to the camera as he said what it was and that he hadn’t found good bubble tea back in Destiny City.
Sitting down on a bench outside, despite the cold, he ate and drank and while finger combing his hair he asked the camera if he should color his hair something else? Style it in another style? And if so what. He was happy with it but he was curious what other people thought and that was because the previous day his sister had mentioned it and that he’d had the same look for a while.
Taking a sip of his drink he went on to mention, a bit loudly perhaps, that his sister was going to be staying here in Korea. She was moving in with an aunt of his on their father's side. She missed her friends, and hadn’t made any really in Destiny City, as well as she was going to start at a Hagwon which his parents were going to pay for. So she would not be returning to Destiny City with him, his parents, and his cousin. Instead they would be packing her things up and sending them to his aunt and uncle's home in Busan where she would be living with them. He would miss her, as he told the camera, but he was ok with it as it was her choice. He was planning, tonight, to take his elder cousin out to dinner - his treat. The plan was, as he explained, to talk to his cousin and make sure they kept his little sister from wearing herself out too much with school and her studies, to make sure she didn’t stress out and had breaks - had some fun. He didn’t say why, for those who were Korean they’d understand and know why. For Terry, who would also see it, he didn’t want him to know why. But he hoped the talk with his cousin went well, they’d have some drinks at dinner before he brought up the topic - as he told the camera this.
Once his food and drink were done, and he was headed back down to the subways, he turned off the video and his phone went into a pocket as he headed to catch his subway back to his grandparents. Dinner, and the drinking, weren’t going to be filmed that night as these were important things and to record such a thing would be rude and he wasn’t going to tape such a personal conversation anyway.
Tomorrow they were leaving and today was the last full day he had here so he was going to do something else, something different. Today after breakfast he pulled out his cell phone and put it to good use, using it to videotape the whole trip, as he walked around the city. He did comment on things, places they passed, things seen, and music heard. He hadn’t addressed the music playing on the street till now, though it was a constant thing. Pointing out groups, songs, and his opinions on them each he was spending the day going into more common, everyday, things as he headed to some unknown destination.
The destination was a temple and that was where he arrived soon. Brightly painted and traditional in design and style he kept his phone recording even when he went in to pray, this time he taped things but he made it as disguised as possible.
He had nothing wrong with seeing this, but he wasn’t going to have his cousin post this to his social media sites, this was going just to Terry; or at least this part. The rest might just go up on his social media as well, he wasn’t sure yet, he’d figure it out later and talk to his cousin that night.
After his time in the temple he left and went for a walk, just to see things he normally went by every day in his time living here but hadn’t seen in so long - months.
One area he went by was a shopping district for clothing, it was underground, and he did purchase socks for himself and a few other basic things he decided he could use more of, all on a whim of course. It was when he passed a stall selling cheap, very simple, hanbok that he commented on making his own and having several.
Aside from socks he picked up two hats, something he normally didn’t wear but he did have a few in his closet. A few things were also picked up for his cousin since she was returning with him to Destiny City. There were treats also bought, candies and snacks, things for him to take him to enjoy back in the states. He could have his sister buy more and send them, since she was going to be remaining here. He didn’t want to bother her for a while though as she’d be settling back in and getting used to going to a hagwon if she could get in now since it was already part of the way into the school year.
If she didn’t start now she would when the next year started, his sister was looking forward to it. The thought almost had him rolling his eyes but as he was thinking of his sister sending him things, and of what else he should be picking up here, he thought of something else. He’d bought something for Terry’s mother, more like somethings, and he would be buying things tomorrow for Terry. He should get something for the others father and elder brother even though he didn’t really know them. He’d have to guess at it and hope he did will. That had him biting down, gently, on his bottom lip as he decided to turn off his camera once his shopping was done so he could do some shopping for the two males, all the while hoping he did well with whatever he’d get for them.
It wasn’t until that night at dinner, with his family, at a restaurant that his camera went back on. This time it was for him to see who his family members were and without meaning to - give a lesson in manners. He had given a very brief one when they’d had food out once, and Terry had seen him drinking with friends. Now he’d see proper manners at the table with his whole family as he taped this as well. At some point he did cut off the video, as the battery was getting low, before that however he mentioned that he would be leaving tomorrow for the airport and heading home for Destiny City and would see him again soon. He hoped he was enjoying the videos. A v sign was flashed and a wink given to the camera right before it was cut.
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2016 1:10 am
April 1 2016
He’d been out, shopping, when his phone had started to buzz in his back pocket. Grabbing his phone he took a look at the text and noted it was from his cousin, who had apparently decided to go out and do her own shopping at the mall, she needed a bit of help with purchasing something as she had gone over what she had. She wanted to know if he was nearby, knowing he had gone out shopping earlier, and could help her with the twenty dollars she was short. The hair dryer his cousin had went and shorted out last night when she’d plugged it in, leaving her having to borrow his mothers. It wasn’t’ like it was a problem or some sort of an issue but she just wanted her own, it was easier and she liked having her own things – which he understood.
Sending a quick text back he waited to find out what store she was at in the mall before headed that way. He wasn’t at the mall but he was close. He was five minutes away at a main street where there were a strip of stores, none of them were big chain stores, checking out the various rain clothing they had. With the wet weather of spring upon them he figured he could use rain boots, a raincoat or something else he could put over his clothing so he didn’t get too wet, and rather than check the mall first he had decided to check these stores…and nothing. Or rather they had things but nothing he liked. He had been going to head to the mall soon anyway when his cousins text had come in, so it was good timing for her.
When he did arrive at the mall he went to where he knew Ulta was, they carried a lot of makeup and skin and hair care products but nothing he’d let touch his skin or hair. He knew his cousin wouldn’t either and she was just here for a hair dryer, they both had enough skin and hair care products from when they’d gone back home for the Lunar New Year.
When he did arrive he had to go hunting for his cousin, she wasn’t at the registers like he had been expecting her to be, where was she? The store was big, bigger than he was used to, and bright. While searching for her, looking down each isle, his eyes stopped on familiar packaging and words that were big and boldly printed onto the familiar packages. Stepping down the aisle he confirmed it. A small section of Korean products. They weren’t the same brand he typically used but it was a product he used – sheet masks. Tony Moly sheet masks in Ulta, surrounded by American products and American sheet masks. Rolling his eyes he reached out and grabbed a few of each mask, after checking the price, and decided screw the cost this wasn’t bad and he could stock up more, even if it was a brand he’d not used before, and he now would have more sheet masks than he knew what to do with.
While he was grabbing a few of the red wine face sheet an employee dressed all in black approached smiling. They were telling him that the brand was new for them, which he understood and nodded to, they asked who they were for. Who they were for? Ahh, yes most men didn’t go about using such things on themselves. “For me.” He answered calmly, perhaps a bit cooly.
It seemed his answer surprised her, not something she’d expected was for a male customer to use sheet masks. She than decided to ask if he’d ever used a sheet mask before – if not maybe he should try one or two first before picking up so many. Looking down at the ones in his hand he spoke up calmly. “Use them all the time.” He didn’t say he didn’t use this brand, it wasn’t her business, all she needed to know was he’d used plenty of sheet masks before. Did she have any idea how much care he put into his skin? He had a stock pile of them at home and had bought a load for his boyfriends mother as well. “Is brand from home.” Indicating the Korean text which covered the bright and colorful, almost childish, packaging which Tony Moly used for some of their face sheets.
“Any more by Tony Moly?” He asked wondering what other products by him they may have. As she perked up, as if she wasn’t already perky, she nodded and offered to show him. Nodding once, indicating for her to do so, he kept a look out for his cousin. Only he didn’t find her till they arrived where more face products were. More sheet masks and a few other products and his cousin was there looking at them also. “Eunkyung.” Gaining her attention, he wasn’t surprised when she showed him one of the products and asked if she could get that also. Thanking the worker who had helped him, though not giving a backward glance to her, he went to see what his cousin had. Taking the small clear plastic package to read over, ignoring the cute little cherry thing which was inside, he nodded then. It was a lip balm and one which looked good.
Agreeing that she could get it, verbally, he had switched to Korean as he spoke with her, explaining that he was indeed getting all these sheet masks. It was while he was saying that when his eyes went to looking over the other products and the mist spray was plucked up from the shelf and added to what he had already grabbed for himself. After that there was a face scrub also, coffee and milk in it, and he let his cousin get the banana hand milk lotion.
Nodding toward the register, indicating they should go check out, he let hr lead the way though he was the one to move from the line to the register first and he did the paying, with Eunkyung chipping in what she had on her in order to cover part of the hair dryer. Shaking his head to the rewards card, he didn’t want any sort of cards, he took the shopping bag in his hand and offered lunch out to his cousin if she hadn’t eaten yet.
Exiting the store with his cousin debating, in Korean, about where to go and what to eat for lunch. He was still surprised to see such products here…was Korean beauty finally coming here…would more come here? He hoped so, it would make things easier, more comfortable. For now though – lunch.
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2016 12:02 am
April 2, 2016
Curled up in the living room under two blankets, it was raining and cold out, he had a his black kitty mask on as it seemed he was suffering from an allergy to pollen and had been sneezing the past few days. It wasn’t just sneezing though but his ears bothered him, especially the left, to the point of wanting to jam something in his ear and wiggle it about in order to relieve the itch. His throat bothered him and his nose was stuffed up yet dripped, but when he went to blow it out with a tissue nothing came out, or very little.
He’d already been to the doctor, yesterday he’d shuffled his way there, and got the diagnosis of allergies to pollen. The prescription was allergy meds, allegra, and something to help dry up his nose. His throat being sore was due to post nasal drip. So he had medication sitting on his bedside table, which he’d taken, and his mask on so he didn’t sneeze, or drip, onto everything. He had taken the day off of work due to the headache and general sickness he was dealing with – he didn’t think it polite to risk sneezing and dripping onto products at work which people would then buy. It was a lot gross.
Instead of working he was sitting at home under blankets listening to the rain and thunder, cold, with Yeong curled up on the floor next to him as he worked on one of his cosplay costumes. He had considered texting or calling Terry to spend time together but he was fairly certain the other had classes, or something, and he really felt miserable today and didn’t want to be around the other when he felt so…down.
Pouting behind his mask he reached for the remote control and turned on the tv and started to search for something to listen to, since his eyes would be focused on his sewing, he needed some sort of noise to fill the apartment though. His cousin was spending the day at a friend’s, she didn’t want to go out into the storm to come home, and his parents were both at work – he hoped the weather eased before they left for home.
Finding something, it seemed like some sort of talk show, he left it on and got up to shuffle into the kitchen and get a drink. From the fridge he pulled out a bottle of aloe juice, with pulp, and returning to the living room he dreaded drinking it. It was better cold, like most drinks, but he was already cold and this would just make it worse. Sighing he looked to Yeong and pat his head. “Keep me warm boy?” He asked before deciding to, for now, put his sewing away into the bag he had it all in. The needle and thread into its own little zip lock bag, he stuck the zip lock bag into the bigger bag he had the half-finished costume in. Once that was done he went to shuffle his way to his room, blankets held tightly about himself, he left the tv on as he could hear it even in his room. Opening his drink he took a sip and then another before setting that on his bedside table. The bag with the half-finished costume went into his closet and the closet door was closed, he didn’t trust Yeong to not get into things he shouldn’t be in to.
Turning down his bedding he crawled under it and removing his mask, setting it onto his bedside table, he moved the blankets he’d been dragging with him to lay over his comforter before pulling his comforter up over himself, so now he had his sheet, comforter, and two blankets covering him. “Come, up boy.” Calling for Yeong to join him he wasn’t surprised when the Jindo pup jumped onto the bed and soon was curling up next to him. “Good boy.” Praising him he pet Yeong’s head before curling up and deciding to take a rest, it was the best thing to do in order to let the meds help and combat his allergies so he could get over them and return to his usual schedule.
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2016 12:13 am
May 1, 2016 (Back dating a few days.)
He hadn’t seen the concert, how could he from so far away? But the call from his sister, who had been there, had reached him and after the news of their cousin passing out back home was delivered he had stepped out of the apartment. He’d told his sister, just before hanging up, to call Eunkyung and let her know. He could have told her, he knew that, but he wanted to try and get in touch with his elder cousin - he was worried.
Pulling on a hoodie as he stepped out of the apartment, with just his cell phone and ipod as he’d had that on his person at the time of the call, he left the building with his phone in hand as he worked on a text to his elder cousin. His ipod was in his back pocket while the ear buds were in his ears playing music on low, his cousins soothing voice coming over the other end.
<”Please, be ok.”> He whispered into the air, fingers trembling as he held onto his cell phone, shaky fingers tapping away message after message to Hyeon. Dark eyes stared down at the screen waiting for a reply he could only hope to get, silently imploring the person on the other end to respond - to contact him. Biting his bottom lip he continued walking and staring, every so often typing something again. He knew he’d be blowing his cousins phone up with texts but it was a nervous habit - he was worried and nervous...and scared. His cousin had fallen from the stage during a concert. His sister had been there to see it and said that his cousins hyung had dove after his falling body to catch him - the two falling to the ground together with the group's leader wrapped about his cousins prone, and unconscious, form.
His sister hadn’t told him where Hyeon was, if he was in a hospital or what injuries he may have sustained from the fall. Looking upward as far as he could, and blinking his eyes rapidly, he fought off the tears that threatened to fill his eyes. He needed to know how his cousin was doing. Before his cousin had become a trainee they’d been close - very close.
Despite the rain, and the thunder rumbling above, Seung was too focused to care about getting wet aside from pulling the hood up on his hoodie. He was a little chill but the cold kiss against his skin was welcome - calming even. Stepping through puddles as he crossed the street he let his feet take him wherever they wanted to take him, if he got lost he’d just find his way home later via his phones gps app. For now though he glanced at the time his phone displayed and sighed - midnight. That meant it was three in the afternoon in Seoul - day time. Someone should answer his texts or at least he hoped so. Either Hyeon or maybe his sister, if she could unlock it, or one of his bandmates? Where was his cousin's phone anyway?
Looking up again from his phone, just as the songs on his iphone changed, he took note that he had come to one of the smaller less populated parks in the city. A small little park with a single slightly curved path that cut down the middle of the little park. Trees, bushes and flowers on both sides along with benches the playground was small and sectioned off with wrought iron fencing, the same that fences off the whole of the little park. Rather than go somewhere else he stepped into the park and headed for one of the benches to sit on, removing his ipod and placing it into the right pocket of his hoodie, ignoring how wet his pants became as he looked up toward the sky. Not a foot away from where he sat was a lamp post so he had some light other than that which was provided by his cell phone's screen. How long had it been since Hyeon’s accident? Was it possible he wasn’t awake yet? When had it happened? Biting down on his bottom lip he unlocked his screen again and started to search the kpop news sites to see what he could find out, as he was sure they were abuzz right now.
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Hyeon was currently on a couch cuddled in between Minsoo and Myungsoo with a glass of apple juice in hand. The band mates were all sprawled out across two couches while enjoying a very rare chance to relax and taking the time to reconnect and refuel. When Hyeon had passed out on stage the night before all five of the other’s had been worried but it hadn’t been until after the set was over that they had been able to actually check up on him. Security and medics had taken him to the hospital but their manager had made the other five finish their songs, though he had thankfully let them skip the meet and greet with the fans, and only then were they allowed to go to the hospital to see their downed friend.
Thankfully no one had gotten hurt during the fall, Minsoo had managed to fall in a way to keep Hyeon from getting hurt while still managing not to hurt himself as well. Instead they had found out that Hyeon had gone hypoglycemic in combination to just plain being over worked which had caused his black out. An IV drip and the doctor flat out telling their manager to let them rest had done him some good. He was now going to be on a ‘strict’ diet for the next few weeks according to their manager to make sure this didn’t happen again, no mention of any real rest though. The only reason why they had now off was because they just finished an appearance in this building and were scheduled to appear again in an hour which gives the six time to rest.
At first the friends had made sure to eat and drink, then Minsoo had been sure to make sure Hyeon had a drink on hand at all times that would keep his blood sugar up, but all throughout the time they were talking about this or that. It was during a time that Siwoo and Myung, who always insisted they dropped the Young part of his name, were laughing hard at a joke that Min Jae told that Hyeon finally registered that his phone was vibrating in his pocket. He gave an amused smile at their youngest members then pulled out his phone and winced at how many texts that he had from Seung, as well as missed calls. He was quick to answer on the next call and raised his phone to his ear as his band mates fell quieter. “Yeoboseyo.”
When the call was answered this time he felt himself relax into the bench. Drawing his legs up he smiled gently toward the raining sky above - his cousin had answered. He had to be ok, or at least better than he had been, since he’d answered the phone and not someone else.
“Yeoboseyo.” Greeting back he let his dark eyes close as he lowered his head than and pressed his forehead to his drawn up knees. “I heard what happened from my sister. You’re ok, right? Do they know what happened?” He might be the younger between the two of them but he worried about his cousin - a lot. He wasn’t an idol like his cousin but he’d heard enough from the other and knew enough from what he’d heard over the years from other former idols and current ones in interviews. He worried for his cousin but was proud of him - he always would be.
“I called you right after I got told.” Which was how long ago now? Glancing down at his phone he noted it was after one in the morning now - so a little over an hour ago he’d gotten the news. He hated the time differences it made for poor timing and communication. “I haven’t told mother and father, they were in bed but no doubt Eunkyung will tell them in the morning.” If he didn’t get up first and do so himself, though he might let her tell them anyway. Hyeon was the son of his fathers brother, hence they shared a last name. Eunkyung was the daughter of their fathers now deceased sister. So she was also Hyeon’s little cousin.
As rain continued to pour down on him, and he ran the risk of getting sick, he kept to his spot on the bench as he held onto the phone ignoring the chill which for the past hour had been starting to set in and had him shaking a bit now. Oh how he hoped Terry wasn’t aware of what he was feeling...the other would no doubt be all over him tomorrow, or sooner, worried as could be and he hated to worry him.
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Hyeon smiled when he heard his little cousin’s voice, it had been too long since they had talked last. Between his work schedule and Seung having moved to America there hadn’t been time to actually talk beyond text messages and email. “I’m ok, Hei caught me before I could get hurt.” Said hyung heard his name and tucked Hyeon under his arm with a small frown on his face, clearly remembering what had happened. “Not enough sleep and not enough balanced food. Between the two it was too much on top of all the exercise dancing during the songs.” He didn’t want to worry Seung more so he wasn’t going to expound on the details but he wasn’t going to lie or evade answering the question.
“Sorry I didn’t pick up earlier, my phone was on vibrate only so it took a while to notice. Let them know if they don’t get a call about it that I’m alright.” Hyeon was genuinely sorry that he hadn’t been able to answer earlier, knowing the other had been worried. His parents had been called to the hospital so they hadn’t had to wait long for the news that he would be alright with proper food and rest but beyond that he had let them call other family members to let them know. Clearly if his cousin didn’t know then they must not have gotten to them yet or had dropped the ball in keeping the family in the know. “How are you, Eunkyung, and Aunt and Uncle?” He asked then took a sip of his juice after a pointed poke from Minsoo. He could hear the sound of rain in the background of the call but knowing how Seung likes to sit by the window with it open when it was raining he didn’t say anything about it.
“She said you were caught. I checked the fan sites and saw the fall...I’m glad your hyung cares so much and was so close enough to catch you.” He was very glad about that. He would, when he visited Korea next, bring something for his cousin to give his hyung as a thank yo. “You need to try and take better care of yourself. I know it’s hard.” The other had told him all about it over the years. He’d heard about nearly everything, he was sure his cousin kept some things to himself so he didn’t worry his dongsaeng, but he knew a good deal of what his cousin went through and he always tried to show him that he was proud of him and stood behind what he did.
“It’s ok. I’m just glad you’re doing well. I would have waited longer if I had to - so long as the news was good.” He answered as once again he fought against the tears which wished to come, he didn’t want to cry now. His cousin would hear it in his voice surely and become upset for worrying him so much, he wouldn’t do that to Hyeon. “Of course, I’ll tell mother and father if Eunkyung doesn’t by the end of breakfast.” By then she’d likely have told them, it was just like their little cousin. She’d do it to keep his parents informed because she was good girl like that - it was just how she was. She was kind, too kind at times, and very soft and gentle - loving. She was a peace keeper of sorts.
“Eunkyung is good. She’s made some friends in school, one if a half Chinese girl who speaks Japanese so they can communicate well. She’s taken her under her wing I think...helped her in school and kept the boys at bay.” He said honestly. He was glad for her having such a friend, since he wasn’t in the same school as their cousin as she was a good deal younger than both of them. “She has two other close friends as well. I’ve not met any of them but I’ve heard about them.” Eventually they’d be invited over, or so he hoped, he was curious about his little cousins friends. He wanted to see them and observe them, silently judge them.
“Mother is good as is father. They both are doing the same as they always have.” They were like any other parents, they worked to support their family and spent some private quiet time together. But they mostly worked and tended to the apartment and other things of importance.
“I’m doing alright as well. School is doing well, my English is improving - I’ve had a lot of help. I don’t have any friends in school but a few outside of school.” It did bother him at times that he had no friends in school, that he was teased even by some but he was the new student and very different from them and he knew it. “It’s different here - very different. I miss being home, I miss Seoul. I have some things here that I need.” Terry, he needed him, and he was a knight he had a duty now. “I can’t bring those things back home and I can’t bring home here.” He missed Seoul a lot, especially at times like this when he couldn’t be there for family when he should be. But at the same time he wouldn’t give up the few precious things he had here. He had friends, few as they were, and a duty as well as a partner. Biting down on his bottom lip he shook his head, refusing to let himself tear up as his emotions sprang to the surface from where they’d been bottled up. He had been sitting on them for so long - too long.
How could he not miss Seoul though? The food, the music, the people and fashion...it wasn’t superficial like it sounded - far from it. It was all safe stuff it was all comfort and what he had grown up with. It wasn’t new things and he wasn’t the odd one who stood out because of his appearance, habits, style and clothing or language. He may have stood out back home but not as much as he did here.
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“I am very glad for him too. I hope I didn’t scare her or you too bad with that.” When he had woke up in the hospital he hadn’t been sure what to feel about his collapse since it had been a mix of emotions. Disappointment in himself for not being able to hang in there to finish his job as an idol, relief that no one had been hurt, thankful that Minsoo had caught him, worn out from it all, and of course, rather hungry and thirsty. While the last two weren’t emotions, they had been very demanding needs that the nurses had been happy to help him take care off. The fact that his collapse had been recorded hadn’t even occurred to him until his band mates had been allowed to join him in the room and Isuel let him know that it was already uploaded onto the internet. “Thank you.” He said and was thankful for the topic change as Seung started to answer him.
Hyeon didn’t have any trouble snuggling closer to Minsoo as he listened to Seung talk about their family, the older man himself in a conversation with Myungsoo over his head. “I’m glad you are all doing well then.” He said but paused for a moment. “I’m sorry you are feeling so conflicted, I wish I could help you somehow.” It was hard to hear though the phone but something about Seung’s voice had him wanting to hug his cousin more than just hearing the words had caused. He could understand what the other meant by missing things, he regularly missed people or places and more thanks to his schedule being so busy, but to him his little cousin had it worse since Hyeon was still nearby unlike Seung.
“Nothing to thank me for.” He said understanding why his elder cousin was thanking him. “Just know that when I visit this summer we’re going out for drinks.” He would find a way to go out with his cousin, screw media, stalkers, and fans. He was going to spend time with his cousin this summer - it had been too long. He knew he was planning to bring Terry with him but he really did need to spend time with Hyeon, he’d have to bring Terry with him.
“I’m bringing a friend with me this summer. He’s made living here easier - the first friend I made.” He said as a way to convey the others importance to his cousin, without outing himself or risking it. He didn’t want to risk his cousin finding out about him, he didn’t want to risk what he might say or do.
“It’s ok...there is nothing you could do unless you could turn back time and prevent us from having to move.” Somehow turn back time and keep the person who vanished here from doing so. It was impossible for his cousin to do such things. He doubted any sort of magic could do it even. “Let’s just make this summer when I visit memorable. I won’t be able to visit again till Seollal likely.” Not even their version of thanksigiving was a likely thing. There was only so many days he could take off from school, or their cousin for that matter. He wanted what time he could spend home to be full of memorable, fun, things with those he loved and cared for which now included Terry. But he wanted it to be good enough to tide him over till the next visit.
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“I’d like that. Just give me a heads up for when you want to hang out and I’ll see what I can do.” Hyeon promised, noticing that Myung was giving him puppy dog eyes. Clearly he would have to see if his cousin was willing to hang out with his band mates at some point as well judging by the looks he was currently getting. He was distracted from that thought when Seung mentioned he would be bringing a friend and he quickly grew a smile. “You’re friend is quite welcome to join in, I’m glad he’s been able to help you in adjusting.” Whoever this friend was, he would have to do something nice for him for helping out his little cousin and being his friend.
His smile dropped when Seung told him that there was nothing he could do. “Alright, if that is all I can do then I’ll be sure to make it so.” While he wouldn’t necessarily be able to do much by way of face to face, he could probably see about getting Seung some tickets or reservations to something. He would see about making plans next time he got the chance to anyway, summer was getting closer and closer after all which means it wouldn’t be long before he would get to see Seung and Eunkyung along with the rest of the family. At least so long as they weren’t scheduled to work everyday this summer with no real break time. Again.
“Of course, I’ll let you know. I know you’ll have to make time.” And that could mean talking to his manager and all that, it was a process really. But it would be worth it to spend time together, Hyeon could relax than and get some time away from his work and training schedule. He could try, for a little while, to be a normal young adult...something neither of them really got to do though he was learning and working on it. “I am as well. He’s helped a lot, especially with language...and sayings they have that we don’t. I worry that I might be a burden to him at times…” He admitted then, something he hadn’t voiced to anyone till now. He didn’t explain why, he would though when asked as he surely would be.
“Don’t frown - and I know you are. You know it’s not possible. I could return home but I’d be leaving my parents and I won’t do that to them - not in a new country. Eunkyung would follow me likely if I did.” And that would leave them alone - it wasn’t right to do to his parents. “I know you would help me if I moved back.” If his cousin had to find a way to get him a small apartment he knew his elder cousin would help him if he wanted or asked for it - it was just how he was. “And I can’t leave the friends I have here...they are becoming like my friends back home are.” The sort he went out drinking with, talked to, was able to hug - sort of anyway. But these were friends he risked his life with as well...that was more than he’d done with friends back home though that was for obvious reasons.
Shaking from the cold, and the rain, he smiled lightly when the sky lit up bright from the lightening - it was lovely. The thunder boomed loud and sighing he got up. If he didn’t start to head home now he’d never make it as he’d be too cold and weak to do so. When he got home he would take a hot shower and tuck in to bed, and hope he didn’t get too sick from this night's wandering. His feet sloshed and splashed in puddles that had formed on the sidewalk as he exited the park and headed for home along the lonely sidewalk. His hood soaked through and his hair wet and hanging in his face nearly covering one whole eye.
“I’m sure you understand the conflict - even if yours is different they are similar. Two different worlds and a wish for one while being in the other...and yet not wanting to leave the one you’re in because of the bonds you have with others in it.”
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Hyeon relaxed when Seung understood that he would have to make time. Not that he didn’t think his cousin would understand in the first place as he always had before now, he was just a bit still high strung. He frowned worriedly when Seung mentioned that he felt like a burden, wishing he was there by his cousin so he could give him a hug. “I’m sure you aren’t one.” He soothed. He knew his cousin and he doubted he was a burden on anyone but he also knew that more than likely Seung would not accept this unless he sat down with his friend and asked and even then it might not sink in.
Any frowns he would have had disappeared when Seung told him not to, instead he couldn’t help but smile that his cousin knew him well enough to know when he would be frowning. “I would indeed help you the best of my ability if you moved back but I understand why you aren’t.” On one hand it would be nice to have Seung closer so he might have a chance to see him once in awhile but on the other hand, he wouldn’t want to leave his parents in a foreign country either and depending on how close the other was to his friends he had made then that would just add to it as he said it did. “I understand very well that conflict yes. Just make sure you stay content or happy with your choice okay little cousin?”
He understand a lot of things and not just with his cousin, he was simply that way, but his cousin he was always accepting with as he knew how very busy he was and stressed out from work. He was more accepting of Hyeon as he looked up to him and not just because the other was his elder, his hyung. “I hope not...it just seems like something is always wrong…” Sighing he found his free hand moving up to brush his wet hair from his face, not that it would do any good.
“So many things are different and need a change. It’s daunting - like being thrown into an ocean.” He whispered as thunder sounded again, right after the sky was streaked across by lightning. It was a lovely night and while he may wind up sick he was happy to be out in it - enjoying it. “I’ll try and be happy and content...I can’t promise it though. But I’ll try.” And he would...but right now he wasn’t sure if he was either of those things. Sometimes he was...other times he was far from it. Seeking to change the subject, to something brighter, it only took him a moment to redirect.
“Hyeon-hyung, do you think you could send me a few albums from home? It seems that your labels website doesn’t have an option to purchase albums.” He’d checked S.M Entertainments website and couldn’t find such an option and he didn’t want to go to a third party site, even though he could. He could easily find other sites to purchase from but he figured he could ask his cousin to do a small bit of shopping for him - right? “I can send you the albums I’m looking for.” He wanted the hard copies, the album's, for the art and such since he had an mp3 player and everything was stored that way and played on itunes on his computer - the cd’s were not’ used. He kept them though. He sort of double supported his favorite groups, purchasing the mp3 music and the albums in hard format.
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The fact that Seung was so understanding was one of the reasons why Hyeon favored him over most of their family. He did how ever reserve the right to avoid saying if he actually had a favorite family member. “Try and talk to him about it? It could just be cultural differences that are the problem.” He offered up, not sure what else to do. If this friend really thought that Seung was a burden then he wasn’t worth hanging out with in the end but his cousin wouldn’t know for sure unless they talked.
“Trying is all I ask little cousin.” Hyeon said with a small smile. No one could guarantee that they would be happy, let alone with any decision they make, so he was content that Seung would at least try. The topic change wasn’t unexpected so he rolled right along with it. “Of course. Just send me your list and I’ll take care of it. Maybe I’ll see if they could add a buying option to it sometime.” He could at least plant the idea in his manager's head even if it might not get very far in the end.
He could talk to Terry, he knew he could, but wouldn’t that make it worse? And what if he was a burden? What if his own feelings, and voicing them, made him a burden to the other whereas he wasn't before hand? The worry had set in and had been creeping up on him. The self doubt ,the worry and other negative feelings all directed to himself and toward them, not Terry - never Terry. Biting his lip he didn’t say anything back but focused on his cousins answer to him.
“I doubt they’ll add one. Your manager would have to go to the higher up’s and if they were going to do it they already would have.” He’d send the list though, there had been a few albums released since he’d moved here and he wanted them. There would be more and he’d pick some up now and some while home visiting later on in the summer. He wondered, and not for the first time, if Terry would indeed come with him and what would the other think of his home? Now though he wondered if it would make things worse or better...would it increase his feelings or lessen them...so many worries and thoughts. The rain continued to fall as he made his way home and for a moment, waiting for a don’t walk sign to change, he just stood there and tilted his head up and let the rain fall onto his face and his hood to fall back and off his head.
He wished he could feel better, to just wash the feelings away as easily as the rain washed things away - cleaned things. Why could it not be so simple?
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“Yeah I know.” Hyeon said with a sigh. It would be nice if the idol groups had a bit more weight to their opinions but nope. They made a lot of money for the company but didn’t really have a ‘voice’ in anything in the long run. After a moment of silence on both of their ends, Seung enjoying the rain while Hyeon watching his friends mess around, the pop idol spoke up again. “It’s late over there now isn’t it?” He asked almost reluctantly. He didn’t want to stop talking to his cousin but the thought of keeping the other up late had him asking.
“Yeah…” He answered in a whisper, not looking down until he had to in order to cross. “I should get off the phone, I have school and work tomorrow.” Or really later today, but he didn’t say that. He knew mentioning his busy day to his cousin wouldn’t bother him, such was normal, Hyeon had a jam packed day and it was worse than his own day - by a lot.
“Please be well hyung, I’ll send something soon to you.” He wasn't sure what, not yet, but he’d send him something special. “Rest and eat better, I don’t want to find out you’ve fainted on stage again. I can’t be there to catch you and I doubt your hyung wants to dive after you again.” He said lightly, teasing the elder.
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Hyeon reluctantly agreed that they should say their goodbyes and end the call. “Have a productive day and stay safe.” He said with a small smile then laughed as the last bit of what Seung had to say. “I shall try to do so.” Minsoo, who had heard the tease gave Hyeon a smirk and nudged him to take another drink soon, making Hyeon roll his eyes but nod. “Goodbye Seung.”
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(Hyeon was played by Natsuneko for this solo.)
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2016 12:16 am
May 1, 2016 (Back dating to the morning after the above solo.)
The soft sounds of music floated through his consciousness rousing him further. The melody soothing and light, as strings were twanged and a flute weaved in and out around the twangs of the strings. As consciousness filtered in and Seung became more aware of the music, more aware of where he was he let his long legs uncurl as he stretched out.
Laying on his side with one arm under his pillow and the other bent up toward his chest, it wasn’t how he typically slept but he’d been cold last night when he’d come home after his long talk with his hyung. As he slowly came around he remembered that, remembered the talk they’d had and a soft smile spread across his features only to be broken by a yawn. His legs curled back up as dark lashes rose and allowed equally dark eyes to make an appearance.
A soft exhalation of air escaped his nose, long and drawn out, as he slowly used the arm under his pillow to push himself to sitting up. Sitting up on his side he let his eyes stare out his window into the morning sunlight that filtered in past his curtains. As they fluttered with the morning breeze they let more sunshine into his room here and there before filtering it once again. Slowly he shifted and turned and let his feet dangle from the side of his bed before he got up and slipped his feet into his house slippers. Standing he shuffled off to his closet to get some clothing before heading for the bathroom. He had a shower to take and a day to get ready for.
Today was like most days – busy. He had class in the morning and afternoon and work once that was over. A few hours of work would be followed by homework and then hopkido lessons. As he didn’t like to go to lessons, and do something so rigorous, on a full stomach he wouldn’t be having dinner until after lessons. Then he would finish the rest of his homework and study for an hour or so before perhaps fitting in a patrol. He had a lot to do but it wasn’t daunting like it might be to some – it was comforting. It was busy work, hard work, and it would keep him engaged if not a bit tired. It wasn’t anything he hadn’t done before, well the patrols and hopkido lessons were newish but he had gotten accustomed to them both rather quickly. The school work wasn’t anything new nor was the studying, though an actual job was also new for him. He could handle a full day of things though.
Once inside the backroom the door was closed and locked as he stripped off his bed clothing and went to take a fast shower. Washing up as quickly as he could he didn’t waste time as he wiped what condensation had started to form on the mirror off so he could work. First were his contacts to go in, as he didn’t wear glasses most of the time out in public. Once both of those were in the products he kept in his draw in the bathroom were removed and he started working on his face, giving time between the various products. Each bottle, or container, was put away once it was used and finally once the routine was over with and his face felt not only refreshed but looked good the bb cream was applied expertly. He’d had years of practice and it was hard to tell he wore anything on his face, especially when he didn’t have eyeliner on, and from there he added what little touches he needed to but left out the eyeliner, that was something he never wore in school.
With that done his hair was brushed out and clothing was pulled out and slipped into. Going back to his bedroom Seung went to get his school bag, checking to make sure everything was inside of it, before hefting it over a shoulder and grabbing his phone and ipod from his bedside table he left his room. His music, the classical Korean music, still playing in his room and filling the empty space with the pleasant sounds of how many years of tradition, of culture - of home…
With his phone in his back pocket and earbuds in his pierced ears he headed for the door. Grasping the knob he took one last look behind himself before opening the door and stepping out into the hallway. Locking the door with the keys he had, having grabbed them from the small table by the front door, he headed for the elevator as he picked his song to start his morning trip to school with - Run by BTS.
Humming along he let his humming turn into softly whispered words as he made for the subway entrance around the corner from his home. He’d take the subway to cut down on the time it would take to otherwise walk to school. The walk from where the subway would let him off was short - only two blocks. The trip on the subway was silent, at least for him, as people noisily talked to each other, talked on the phone, and hustled and bustled about on their way to work, school, and other various places. He sat by himself with his school bag in his lap and his arms resting over it his ipod held between his hands.
Adjusting the volume as he needed to he lifted his dark gaze toward the light up sign above the door to see what stop they had arrived at - one more. As people got off and people got on he went back to his ipod and skipped the song which had just been coming on. Biting his bottom lip he let his vision zone out for a moment before blinking so he could focus again on what he was doing and so he didn’t miss his stop, he didn’t want to be late. As the stop arrived he got up and slung his bag over his shoulder and moved to leave the subway car with several other people. Pushing his way past people he wove his way in and out and between people as he got to the stairs leading up to the sidewalk and hurried his way up them, taking a few two at a time.
The walk to the school was two songs long, as he had hurried his pace, and once inside the school building he tucked bot his phone and ipod into his school bag before hurrying up the main stairs and to his classroom on the second floor. There were no shoe lockers, no lockers in classrooms, no sliding doors and no signs over doors declaring which class it was. People moved around from room to room. He’d gotten used to it all though and found it wasn’t so bad moving around, it gave his legs a good stretch. Finding his seat, tucked into the back corner, he nodded once in greeting to the women who helped him with language here in school. Laying his bag on his desk top he pulled out his completed homework, textbook, notebook, and a pen all before setting his bag down under his seat in the small metal cage work provided.
As she greeted him, in English, he returned the gesture as well and answered her questions as she asked if he’d had an issues with his homework or if he’d understood it all. He hadn’t had any issues, it had gone well, noting her smile he wasn’t sure how he felt when she mentioned that maybe soon he wouldn’t need her. Was he making that much improvement? It didn’t seem like it. His English was still shaky at times, or maybe it was just what he had to use of it outside a school and homework setting. It still seemed like he just...kept doing something wrong or didn’t understand something or that he worried people needlessly. Her words while meant to be harmless, perhaps even something he should be proud to hear, only brought him mixed feelings but a lot of denial of them. It didn’t matter she was talking about the language and not behavior - it really didn’t. It was all just packaged into one big bundle with a single solitary label on it and it was the wrong label. He managed a smile, faked but there, and nodded his head thanking her for the compliment and attributing his progress on her help. He didn’t mention the help he’d been getting on the side, paying for, he didn’t want to insult her. He’d been rushing to learn as much as he could so he could close the gap he felt was there, to bring him closer to fitting in. But for every word he learned, every baby step he took forward, a bigger one seemed to be taken backward and it didn’t help that he missed being back home where it was safe, where he knew where he stood...where it wasn’t all wrong and so little was right - correct. So little about him fit in...he stood out too much.
As the classroom filled up with people he turned his dark gaze away from Ashley, the help assigned to him, and stared ahead as he ignored the few looks he still got. He listened to what bits of conversation he understood but didn’t join in as others did, these weren’t his friends and it wasn’t his place.
Why had he left his bed this morning again? Why hadn’t he just rolled back over and returned to sleep, where it was all peaceful? Why...because he had to be here...he had a duty and he needed to graduate from here and go to university this summer.
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2016 12:18 am
May 1, 2016
He’d gone for another late night walk, something he was doing more and more often lately. He wasn’t powered up...just a normal civilian - just Kim Seung. He was just himself - flaws and all. Passing by trees and bushes he made his way through the heavily wooded area of the park to what must have been a mostly forgotten part of the park. Hidden within all these trees and bushes was a small opening where a table made of stone with seating sat unoccupied and untampered with by teenagers, or anyone else. It was here that he sat himself down and set his school bag down.
He needed the time to himself, time to regroup and work. From within his school bag he pulled out his books, notebooks, and a pen as he set up the little lantern he had so he could work. He’d tried working at home but he’d been restless so had decided that working outside in the cool spring air might be better - might help and soothe him. The ipod he always had with him was taken out and the folder on it he never normally played was opened and the first song selected. It was a folder filled with the more soothing traditional Korean music he used to sleep to, it would relax him enough to focus.
As he slipped in his earbuds he caught his bottom lip between his teeth as he felt a small p***k of pain from his hand. Ignoring it he went to uncap his pen, holding it between two fingers as he opened up the first of four notebooks, he started to flip through the pages till he landed on the homework for his math class. Grabbing the text book he flipped that open and started to work.
He not only had lessons but he had a project to work on, and he had taken most of the work for it onto his own shoulders rather than splitting with his partner for it. There were also final exams right around the corner and he’d been studying for them for weeks but as they got closer he buckled down just a bit more, which was a lot for some people.
It was here, bent over textbooks and notebooks, that Seung spent well over three hours as he got lost in the work and understanding it all. He had reading to do as well, for his english class, and that was hard for him. He managed to get it all done though, despite how long it took, he had shifted positions so many times on that stone bench as he worked that it was a wonder how he’d gotten anything done. He had taken a few breaks, just time to scribble down ideas for the project which came to him, so perhaps his brakes weren’t really breaks.
Reaching up idly, unconsciously, to the necklace which hung about his neck. Slender fingers grasped the caged stone and held it for several silent moments before he was moving again, packing up his school things. He had been so busy with school and work that patrolling, after the near death incident, had taken a bit of a back seat. Rather than back burnering Terry and their time together he managed to fit the other in - somewhere. It meant his time at the gym had come to an end - for now. He couldn’t just withdraw from the martial arts lessons though, so he still attended those.
Standing slowly he grabbed the straps for his bag and lifted it from the stone top before shouldering it. His left hand grasping the straps as he took a last look around. Standing out, clearly, against his fair skin were dark spots and pin pricks on the back of his left hand. Things he hid during the day with his clothing and at night, when alone, he let be visible - they didn’t bother him. People wouldn’t like it - like them...wouldn’t understand...would think the wrong thing. But it was a price he paid, in more than one way, in order to fit everything in and get everything done. He was getting better though - he was improving.
As the music continued to play he slowly turned and headed out of the wooded area where he found his peace and headed back home. He had enough time for a shower and then bed. He’d get a few hours of sleep before school in the morning, it was only two in the morning.
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May 2, 2016
Eunkyung was known for her wandering, it was just something she did, but she wasn’t the only one who did it. Seung liked to wander as well just not as often as her, though it was becoming a common thing for him as of late. When he wasn’t at school or work, when he wasn’t doing homework, he was wandering around the city - letting his feet guide him. His homework sat in his backpack done and safely tucked into folders if it wasn’t written into the various notebooks he had. Work was over for the day and he just couldn’t remain in the apartment - he needed to get out. It felt hard to breath in there - too confining.
Having grabbed a hoodie, the one from his previous university, Seung left with his phone and ipod on his person and headed off to who knows where. He just needed to walk, to breath….to think...to escape.
Stepping out of the elevator Seung took his house key and slipped it into one of the tiny zipped pockets on the black and red patterned pants he wore, the tiny little pockets at the outside of his knees, and headed through the building's first floor entrance...room as he headed for the front doors.
Pushing open the front door he stepped outside and into the cool, soothing, spring night and off he went to somewhere, he had no intended destination or any plans to do anything. As he turned on his ipod and selected one of the two files he had it wasn’t the sounds of pretty flower boys singing to catchy music which began to play but rather the sounds of flutes, drums, and strings being played expertly. It just wasn’t the mood for pop music...his mood wasn’t right and the music would go right in one ear and out the other.
Walking through the city he let his feelings and mind wander, not at all remembering the necklace he wore or more importantly - what it did. Instead he just let himself drown in his own feelings and thoughts - to hell with everything else around him. Such a shameful thing.
At first his thoughts were a scrambled mix of everything all tossed about, as if tossed by some sea storm or hurricane. Slowly however Seung was able to at least sort his thoughts out and order them in some sensible manner. There were just so many thing son his mind, so many things plaguing him.
Being a knight wasn’t that hard, battles aside, but the language barrier did make things harder for him..it was harder to understand things, to learn, and to make allies and friends amongst his fellow knights or the senshi. That was an issue he was working hard to solve, spending a lot of time working on his English. It wasn’t an easy language though but some forgotten things, what he’d learned back in high school and middle school, he was remembering and picking back up. It gave him little jumps, or perhaps hops was a better term, here and there in his learning the language. There were just parts, little but important parts, which were missing.
English...could he just use that as a header for everything? Everything wrong with him started with that - started with this country and culture.
It seemed all he did was do things wrong - be wrong. Language was the most obvious, even when he spoke in English his accent made things hard to understand. But his work ethic and how much he worked - how he worked...it was too much for other people but it didn’t feel like enough for himself...in the eyes of his father and mother. Like he just wasn’t putting in enough effort to do well - to achieve. It felt like the stands here were lower, the expectations were lower, but he was still set to the standards and expectations of home. His parents were, he knew that, so he pushed like he normally would and got told it was too much, he needed to rest, to work less, do less, take breaks, not push so hard. But he had so much to learn and relearn.
He had to learn to drive too..that was another thing he had to learn because it was another thing he had done wrong, had been doing wrong, and he needed to correct it. He needed to find out about lessons and then a license and a permit or a permit than lessons and finally the licence - that order seemed right.
He needed to be driving before the fall...incase public transport didn’t get him on time for classes at DCU. He would be returning to university soon to finish out his business degree and this summer was the time to learn to drive, even as he took a summer class to get a feel for things. DCU was a whole issue he didn’t want to face but had to. DCU just...he didn’t feel so welcome there, not after being yelled at and that black lives matter thing which he still didn’t completely understand. Classes would not be easy, it was University after all, and he worried that his English skills wouldn’t be up to par and he disliked the idea of help being provided to him - again. It just drove home the point his English wasn’t good enough - that he wasn’t good enough...that he wasn’t improving fast enough and closing the gap.
So lost in his own thoughts he didn’t notice corners turned and streets crossed as his feet lead him to somewhere...to anywhere but home. They just moved, right then left and then right again. Dark eyes were distant, almost unseeing and almost unaware - so close yet not there. A blank face stared out at the world registering only what was needed, nothing else at the moment mattered as he let his feet take him to some unknown destination.
Where he wound up turned out to be the warehouses in the city, most empty and falling apart - unused and unattended. A good place to go to be alone but also a dangerous place as any Negaverse agent could be creeping about or youma, the thoughts didn’t come to him nor did the worry or concern for where he was. All he saw was an empty space...a large area where there weren’t people and where no one would see or hear him.
Four walls surrounded him with openings to the outside world, giving glimpses outside, but he was here inside...safe and alone. Just him and his thoughts and emotions…
Looking around himself, turning slowly, he let his head tip upward to look up into the night sky as a hole in the roof let him see up - to freedom...to the stars twinkling there so brilliantly.
“Why…” He whispered into the air. Why...why what? Why everything. Why wasn’t he able to get there faster, why wasn’t he better...why was he a burden, why - so many why’s and so many problems - all with him. As emotions crashed over him and pulled him under, as the ocean swallowed him up, he bent at the middle and just screamed for no one to hear, for the stars and the confines of the warehouse to hear - for himself to hear. To give voice to all that he felt...a voice he’d never let anyone else here….a voice no one else could hear.
As he felt himself shaking with silent sobs wracking him he let his legs give out as his knees landed on the warehouse floor before he came to lay curled on his side, one arm pillowing his head while the other curled in close to his chest.
“I need to do better...to fit in…” He whispered for only his own ears to hear.
