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 Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2016 2:27 pm
September 4, 2016 Looking around the main terminal of Incheon airport Seung noticed something and turned to his mother then. Gently poking her shoulder he motioned to what he’d seen and told her to wait for a minute, he’d be right back. He hurried off, over to the small store. What he came back with were two cups filled with sliced strawberry, vanilla and green tea ice cream and a honeycomb piece on top.
Handing one of the desert filled cups to his mother, he had decided to get for both of them, Seung watched the honey drip onto the ice cream, it really looked good. Moving some ice cream out of the way so the honey could get down to the strawberries. Taking a spoonful of the cool treat for himself he ate slowly as he and his mother headed for the waiting area, they had a plane to catch.
Finding their gate was easy enough, and considering where they sat to wait he was glad he had glasses where the lenses darkened due to how bright it was. It not only served to hide that his eyes were still swollen and he had stitches under his eyes but it kept his still sore eyes safe from some of the bright light, as they were a bit more sensitive right now.
Pulling his cell phone out, to check the time, he noted that he had another two hours before he could take another pain killer. He had been checking the time, and taking the pills as needed, even when out shopping earlier with his mother. She had decided to get some ceramics for the house and a few other house hold things. While he had headed them elsewhere so he could get beauty supplies, though he didn’t tell his mother they were for his wonder. He figured he might as well start stock piling, in the hopes he might need them eventually.
The fact they’d hit two different districts in Seoul had meant they’d both gotten up early to get the shopping done before having to head for the airport in order to make their mid afternoon flight back to Destiny City. With the flight at 3 and it being a 14 hour flight, but 11 hours behind in Destiny City, he’d be home...in time for dinner he thought. He really wasn’t able to get the math done in his head but he thought that he’d be home in time for dinner, not that he had plans for dinner, he was just trying to figure it out.
If he slept enough on the plane he wouldn’t be too tired tonight either and he might just go out for a patrol...well maybe. He was still taking pain killers, minor as they were, and he could ill afford being hit in the face considering he had just gone under the knife the day before.
He knew that if those he knew caught him out, and caught sight of him and knew what he’d done, he would be in trouble for patrolling. But did he really want to care? Did he want other people's thought, opinions, and such to keep him from fulfilling his duties - to keep him from doing as he pleased? Damn it.
When they called for people to start lining up, passport and ticket out, he got up and made to get in line with his mother. Finding a garbage along the way he tossed out the empty container from his desert...only to be sent back with his mother's empty container, it hadn’t been empty when he’d gone to toss his out.
Boarding took some time, it always did, but with his and his mother's carry on up in the overhead compartment he was able to sit back and stare out at the airport as he had a window seat. He had gained an extra carry on, the items his mother had bought were being shipped to their apartment in Destiny City. The trip had been productive, in his opinion, as he looked over to his mother and smiled - thanking her softly for coming with him.
At her smile, and assurance she would always be there for him, he found himself for a moment doubting those words. If only she knew him...if only she saw behind the mask and saw beyond the lies and knew him. He doubted she would stay...and he hated that he doubted it. But he knew...he was sure of it.
Biting his bottom lip he smiled and nodded his head once, accepting the words she spoke even though he knew they were false. If put to the test, what he thought was the ultimate test, they would fail and he knew it. He hated that he knew it, hated that he’d known it for years. He knew it was the same for his father as well. He would lose them both and he hated it...who would remain? Who would fall away?
Turning to the small item he had removed from one of his carry ons, before putting it into the overhead, he pulled on the black mask. From there he put the small neck and head pillow, u shapes, in place and settled in to sleep. His cell phone already had an alarm set, he’d set it in the waiting area, so he would be up to take the next painkiller he needed. Hopefully he could get a drink at the same time, so he didn’t have to take it down dry - the taste was horrendous.
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Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2016 2:14 pm
September 10, 2016 (Back dating to September 7th) He really didn’t want to be rude, there was a difference between rude and cold, but every day he’d had his Japanese class Hannah would sit next to him and would greet him and refer to him as oppa. It wasn’t that it was wrong, she was using the right term and language for him, but she wasn’t someone he knew or was close to. It felt weird, and wrong, coming from her and why did she need to call him oppa? Why not just address him as Americans did? Why choose a language that wasn’t even the one being taught? He’d already asked her, on the second Monday of class, to stop calling him oppa and just use his given name - Seung.
She had smiled and ten minutes later called him oppa again. The problem was she was using the right word and showing the proper respect. It was just...out of place and felt wrong - very wrong and uncomfortable.
Today when the quizzes had been finished, and turned in, she had started to talk to him about music - kpop. Bringing up various groups, ones he knew and liked, while fangirling over them...like someone who had obviously just discovered them. She was obviously, in his opinion, the sort who would go to the airport and scream when they arrived and be part of a mob of screaming fans. He disliked these sorts of people…
Maybe his dislike was because his elder cousin was an idol and had to deal with such, to a lesser extent, and because as he climbed up the pack his cousin would face more and more fans screaming and less and less anonymity and freedom.
She was acting like some child with a brand new toy though, the excitement and pitch of her voice. Were this anime she was talking about, and were he to use a Japanese term, he would call her a new otaku.
As class continued on she kept trying to find time, when it was safe, to drag him into a conversation about kpop and then came Korean dramas. He’d only watched a few dramas, and none that he’d watch with his family, she was asking for suggestions, asking about girl groups and what ones were his bias. She was asking for suggestions on what dramas she should watch and ones she had seen mentioned on forums a lot. What made her even think he’d have a clue about either thing but especially dramas?
He tried to keep his cool, to inform her that dramas weren’t his thing and to try the more popular groups, see what she liked style wise and go from there. He tried to be calm and nice...to help her. He tried to keep a distance, a wall, between them but it wasn’t easy. She seemed to be trying to knock that wall down.
That knock, an attempt to break through the wall, came two minutes before class was to end. Their professor had called an end to the lesson for now - homework was on the board. While writing down the homework, in the nice little planner he had, Hannah decided it was a good time to ask him out to tea, she knew this great little place not far from campus. She was hoping to continue their talk and maybe get to know him.
Oh how he wanted to just turn her down, to tell her he wasn’t interested in her and not just because he was dating someone but that she was the wrong gender. There was no hope, even if he was who he was dating broke up, due to her gender being wrong. He wanted to be vindictive - to be cruel just this once. He wanted to say so many thing to her and yet instead of all those things, and there were many, he simply informed her that he wasn’t interested. He didn’t say that he was seeing someone, didn’t say he was gay, he just left it as that and got up from his seat.
Turning his eyes onto the clock he shouldered his school bag and hurried for the door, so he could make a quick escape and head for his next class. The moment they were dismissed he bowed once, giving his professor a quick goodbye, and hurried off down the hall in the hopes of avoiding her. It was bad enough that if he went to eat lunch in the cafeteria, at the usual time, he risked running into her.
The other classes he had went well - normal. It was when lunch rolled around, Terry wasn’t going to be there for lunch today, that he was nervous for. He kept calm and cool as he walked in and found a table far away from the crowds in order to enjoy his lunch, he had as usual cooked and packed his own lunch this morning. Unlike every other time he’d been here for lunch he found her approaching and making herself at home. Not just her though but friends of hers.
The friends were similar to her but with anime and manga and games, as he soon discovered, though she was talking to them about korean pop music and the dramas...she was spreading the hallyu wave, or trying to, that was for sure. But she was...the equivalent of an otaku, and he had no word for that really. He had never encountered someone like this, and hoped never again to, as he ate and listened to the group. He tried to keep out of the conversations though they kept trying to reel him in, especially Hannah.
It was due to the confirmation from Bighit entertainment, they were an evil record label right now, that Seung had certain programs open on his phone in the background. He expected an alert at some point today, given the time the first two teasers had dropped, Bighit themselves had given no warning about the first, or the second, and had only confirmed yesterday that the videos were teasers for a full studio album that was due by the end of the year - oh god! He was going to have to purchase it the moment it came out.
Seung wasn’t expecting for his phone, in his school bag, to start buzzing while he was trying to ignore Hannah’s cooing over him. She had finally noticed, or at least acknowledged, the stitches under both of his eyes. He hadn’t, and wouldn’t, be saying why he had them - it wasn’t her business. His phone served as a nice distraction as he pulled it from his bag and unlocking the screen he took a look at just what he was being notified of. Seeing what it was he dug about in his bag further until he had the headphones from his iPod. Plugging them into his phone he pulled up youtube and went right for Bighit entertainments youtube channel and pulled up the latest video - Stigma.
Listening to the deep voice of Rap Monster and then seeing Taehyung, Seung liked Rap Monsters speaking voice, the dark eyed male sat there ignoring the others around him. He was sure someone was peeing over his shoulder, he couldn’t tell which as his head was ducked down watching the video. He really was not one of the fans who could figure out the deeper meaning to their videos, he got some things but not as much as some ARMY did. He did however know this new album was going to be following certain other songs.
It would follow them, or be before them, or something like that but they were tied together with the grouping of I Need you, Prologue, Run, and Young Forever. He knew the lines Rap Monster were reading came from a book, ARMY knew this by now and it was mentioned all over the youtube comments for the teasers. He was considering buying the book, it was only 176 pages - a short read. There was a small library by his home and it wasn’t there, the two copies borrowed yesterday; he could guess by ARMY.
When the video was over he was closing out of youtube, and the background program he’d had running, and locked his phone. His phone and the headset, unplugged from the phone, went back into his school bag and he went back to eating and ignoring the group about him. He ignored the questions about what he had been doing, what he’d been watching, Hannah was of course curious, she was trying to learn more about Korean popular culture. Again, he didn’t want to be rude, so he settled for telling her it was a short music video. It wasn’t a lie, it was a video, it was short, and there was music involved. He just didn’t tell her the group, which label, or anything else.
That seemed, for now, to appease her at least somewhat. By the time he had to get going, or risk being late for his next class, he was suffering a headache and wanted to strangle half the group. Next time Terry couldn’t make lunch - he was eating elsewhere. He didn’t care if he had to eat outside in pouring rain...he was not dealing with that again. The girl sitting on his other side had smelt rather...bad, he couldn’t put a name to the odor. Another had smelled like cats and Hannah was just annoying.
Shuddering as he thought about the group he picked up his pace, as if they might have followed him, and hurried to his last class for the day. Once he got home he was going to bury himself in his homework, and try and forget about lunch. Word count: 1,625
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Posted: Wed Sep 21, 2016 1:11 pm
September 21, 2016. (Back dating a week) The plastic surgeon here, he really didn’t like the use of the word plastic, had turned three days into five days for his stitches to come up but they were finally out. The results were nice, the swelling was down, and he could see the results of the minor procedure. He still had been advised to not put his contacts in for a few more days, just to be on the safe side, so he had relented and Monday found him facing down Japanese 101 and Hannah who was no doubt already there.
Staring at the classroom door, as if it might grow teeth and bite him, Seung took a moment to gather himself, shouldering his back, and headed inside. She was, as predicted, inside already and when he breezed in her attention went to him though it didn’t cause her to pause in her conversation - good. Maybe she was getting over things? Or maybe not...as it seemed she finished up whatever she was saying quickly, likely she had hurried herself, and was shouting out a greeting to him; ending with oppa.
Biting down the words he wanted to say, oh how he wanted to tell her to leave him alone, he found himself instead nodding his head very slightly. “Good morning.” He was trying, so hard, to be polite without trying to make her think anything else. He greeted everyone else as well, wanting to show she wasn’t special, before he went to unpack his bag and pulled out his homework. Nice, neatly written, was the practice words they were working on. They were all words he already knew, had known for years, written several times over as they’d been given lines. They had been assigned lines so they could practice the characters and get the flow for them.
The English translations for each was also written several times, again it was part of the assignment, in order to memorize the translations for the words. They were simple, but necessary, words for everyday conversation.
He knew the homework would be collected, and looked over, any slip up would be noted and homework returned on Wednesday. It was so they could learn and see where they made errors, he wasn’t expecting issues with his own homework but who knew? It had been awhile since he’d had to write in Japanese and it was different from hangul.
Hannah, thankfully, didn’t sit by him till the professor came in and called a start to class. He was glad she didn’t join him the moment he entered the room and sat down, he really didn’t want to spend more time near her than need be - she bothered him.
Seeing as greetings, and titles, had been last week's lesson this week was times of day, days of the weeks, and months. A bigger area to cover than he’d expected for two days worth of lessons but it all went hand in hand. The days of the week and months were easy anyway, at least when he had learned them.
As they went around the class, practicing the days of the week, he noted who needed help and the corrections given. His own was, as expected, without correction. He did wonder if he shouldn’t offer to help some people...but when? He had a load of classes and work and time spent as a knight. He didn’t have the time and he felt bad, he wanted to help. He shook off the guilt, it was pointless to feel guilt over what he couldn’t help, and focused on the lesson.
So focused on the lesson was he that he didn’t notice the chair moving closer to him, bringing with it a person, be didn’t notice until the chair bumped his and he heard her voice. He felt her hit into him as the little bump jared her and caused her to pitch to the side - right into him. He felt her latch onto his left arm. He turned his eyes on her and stared down at her blond head, looking for a moment at her dark roots, before moving to free his arm from the girl. She was apologizing, saying she just wanted to read his notes, while smiling. Why were her notes not good enough? She was writing the same things as he was, he was sure she could write the characters well enough, and if not she would learn, the Romanized part of their notes would of course be fine.
She was just trying to get close to him and he knew it, and he didn’t like it. Seung shook his head and used a foot to discreetly push her chair back the way it had come. Telling her she should stay over there, he didn’t want her so close, hoping she would get the idea.
When class came to an end, and he was packing his bag, he was again asked to a cafe by her - and again he turned her down. He wasn’t interested, which he told her, as he left her to finish packing. Heading out into the hall he hurried off, bidding a classmate or two a good afternoon as they too were leaving. He really hoped she would get the hint soon, she was more than he wanted to deal with. Word count: 885
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Posted: Wed Sep 21, 2016 1:43 pm
September 21, 2016. (Back dating a week) On Monday he had tried Terry’s first suggestion, he would try nearly anything at this point. He had waited till class was about to begin till he’d taken a seat, waiting for Hannah to take her usual seat - next to his usual seat. He had hung around that area, giving her the idea he would be sitting there, but at the last moment, just as class was about to start, darted across the room to sit down in a corner. Someone was sitting next to him so there was no space free for her.
He had heard her gasp, while he had been moving across the room as fast as his legs could take him, he knew it had shocked her and likely several others in the classroom. What he wasn’t expecting was it to also shock his professor, who had witnessed the whole spectacle. Less expected, at least by Seung, was for his professor to question him in front of the classroom. The man had, thankfully, questioned him in Japanese to which he had responded. He didn’t like but he certainly withheld a lot, he only hinted that she was a bit...suffocating. He wasn’t going to make any more of a scene then need be, and speaking like this surely had added to the scene made.
Seated he had wondered if he could sink into his chair and vanish...or if he should bang his head on his desk till he fell unconscious...no one would mind - right? Terry wouldn’t find out, he could hide the bruise and bump he’d surely incur. But no, it wasn’t a good idea - damn it.
That had been Monday and after avoiding the cafeteria, to eat his lunch, he had managed to have a good day - a really good day. She hadn’t found him on campus and bothered him, a big plus, and Seung spent the day moving from class to class looking like he might have a case of paranoia as he’d been on the look out for her.
Monday was passed though and Wednesday was here and class was about to start. He was waiting around, hoping to do the same thing he’d done on Monday. He was aiming for that same corner seat and he was hoping to fake her out again, though how many times could you do something before even an idiot would catch on? He was sure that if it worked today it wouldn’t next Monday, he’d need a new tactic.
As the professor rounded the doorway and stepped into the room he made for the seat across the room only to feel a hand grasp his arm. Feeling himself yanked backward, and get pressed into a seat, he was wide eyed as he went to get up only to be yanked down again. Her voice next to him, telling him to sit with her - did he not like her?
Biting his lip he took a moment to get over his shock, and to calm himself, before turning his dark eyes onto Hannah. “I’m not interested in you, not like you in me. I am dating already.” He said, falling back to Terry’s other suggestion - tell her he was dating. He didn’t say who, didn’t say he was gay, but he let her know he wasn’t available for her to date, or try to date. It wasn’t that he wanted to snub her, or rub the salt in an open wound, but he got up and headed across the room for that chair - apologizing to their professor as he went.
Taking his new seat he settled in for class, a quiz first and then notes and speech practice. He was free from Hannah, for now, he just hoped this worked and she would back off of him...realize why he was seating himself away from her...that she was coming onto him and strong - she was too much and he was taken. Even if he wasn’t, and even if he was interested in females, she was not someone he would be interested in - ever. Word count: 682
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2016 9:04 pm
October 2, 2016 (Back dating a bit) He had, since finding his ring, been getting blueprints on some upgrade. He hadn’t really done much with them though he had asked a knight in passing about it. It was because of this that he knew what the blueprints were for and what the final product would do, the other knight had been kind enough to show him the upgrade and explain it to him. That had been a while back but he’d been busy, with so many things, he hadn’t had the time to devote to putting together the upgrade as he wanted to do it him.
Finally, though he was making the time, as it felt wrong to be looking for the next upgrade without having the first, so tonight with the apartment to himself he did fiddle and fumble around till he had what he needed put together and was able to put it into place about his ring. Seung was just glad his parents were out at dinner and going out to some other place, as it was a business dinner for his father. His cousin was out with her friends; she might have uttered the words sleepover even but he wasn’t sure.
Tonight was the perfect chance and he wasn’t about to pass it up, not knowing when he’d have a free night like this again. He’d taken the time to gather what he’d need and put the upgrade together after having to power up long enough to get the blueprints so he knew just what he was doing.
That had been earlier in the evening and the upgrade was done and was in place on his ring, he honestly did like the heavy gold ring he wore even in sleep. It was the only piece of jewelry which he wore all the time, only taking it off to shower, hopkido lessons, or when at the gym but wearing jewelry wasn’t uncommon for him at all.
Now to put on the other upgrade, the one from the Saturn knight. He knew the name, had been told the knight's name, but could he pronounce it? Nope. Would he try? Nope. He was likely to butcher the knight's name, and he knew it, so he didn’t try as he thought about how such ideas were even come up with. He didn’t understand what technology was used, or how, or how these things were invented. He wasn’t the sort to tinker with things though, it wasn’t his area of knowledge.
The new upgrade had also been done and was put onto his ring as he sat at his desk for some moments looking his ring over. The changes were there but not real noticeable, unless you were looking for them, but now to test the new upgrade out. That thought, the plan, was interrupted as his stomach let out a loud grumble that had him staring down. “Food first.” He whispered to himself and got up to head for the kitchen. Rather than ordering food, or going out, he’d make something for himself.
Reaching the kitchen, he flipped on the overhead light, going than to turn on the light over the stove, before moving around gathering the needs to make manduguk. Cutting up the needed ingredients he made the mandu first followed by the broth.
It was while making the broth, his hands held out in front of himself to keep his hands warm by the fire, that he jumped back with a loud yelp and a hiss. His ring was pulled off with his fingertips. Dropped to the countertop, as if it had bitten him, he went to put his hand under the tap as he turned on the cold water. “********.” The thing had burned him - he had a red burn mark!
Leaving his ring where it had been dropped once he’d yanked it off, he really had not been expecting that, he finished up his cooking. Staring at the ring he poked at it, as if it might again burn him, before noting it was cool again. Taking it slowly, now knowing he couldn’t wear it when he was cooking, he slipped it back on and ladled out his soup before heading to the kitchen table to eat. Word count: 705
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2016 9:06 pm
October 2, 2016 (Back dating a bit) He needed the time to himself, had for a while now, and he had known it. He had been spending too much of his time burning both ends of the candle, nothing new really, but under the weight of it all here and now he needed the break. Tonight though he was taking for himself as he took advantage of it being a friday evening, as he had no school the next day and work was in the evening.
He sat, on a beach towel, his feet buried into the damp and cold sand. The sand was loose and moved through his bare toes as he wiggled them in the sand. He had brought a notebook with him, and a pen, his messenger bag was up in the car that sat at the edge of the parking lot as close to the sand as possible.
Looking down at the notebook he signed, lifting it slowly as he brought it to eye level. Reading off the list slowly to himself. <”School, work, knight patrols, hopkido, gym, knight training, homework.”> The list seemed short but when looking at the time everything on the list took it became daunting. Under that list he had another list, this one listing things he needed to work on.
<”Driving, English, overworking self, eating.”> Removing the pen from the spirals he added something to the list. <”IV drips.”> As he said that he let his dark eyes trail to the back of his right hand where there was a fresh mark from the day before. He needed to work on a lot of things. He added a notation that he was working on driving and on his English. The other three had no notation added next to them - things he wasn’t working on.
Sighing the dark haired male capped the pen and let it slip back into the notebooks spirals. His right hand was then lifted up so he could look up at his knight ring. He only took it off to shower, cooking, or when he was at hopkido lessons or hitting the gym. It had gone unnoticed by his cousin and his parents, for which he was glad, but he liked to look at it from time to time. He was proud of being a knight even if it added to the weight he felt on his shoulders. Being new to Destiny City and his relationship with Terry added weight also...what was a bit more weight? He laughed at that, a sort of self-mocking laughter, why not just take more onto his shoulders and see when he broke finally. It was sure to be spectacular when he did. More laughter and he shook his head, running the fingers of his right hand through his hair.
His ancestor would just love it! Such honor he would bring to his ancestor and his family, even if they were clueless - clueless like they were about other things in his life. His parents had no idea he was gay or how much Akihiko’s death had hit him. They’d never known of the spells of depression which hit him and dragged him under, like a person sinking under the dark waves of a turbulent ocean. They didn’t know he still got pulled under at times- that he let himself sink and almost found pleasure in the hollow feelings that filled him as everything else was washed away...sucked out of him by the dark ocean. <********, he was feeling it even now as he looked down at the list - really took it all in. He wanted to laugh...he wanted to cry...he wanted to say he couldn’t do it...that he just couldn’t and not just because he was unable to do it all but because he didn’t want to. He didn’t want to change some of his habits, that there were things not listed, because it would be too long of a list, that made him who he was and to change them would be to not be him...and what happened when you weren’t you any longer? You were someone else...and the other person - the you of before was dead. Biting down on his lip as he let his taught, his feelings, tag hold of him he shook his head and tried to focus away from it...for once wanting to swim and not be sucked under.
Throwing the notebook away from himself, letting it land a few feet away from himself, he stood slowly. His kneels buckling for a moment under his weight. He caught himself, before he face planted in the sand, as he walked almost like a drunk down the beach. His fingers ran through his hair, trying in vain to keep the locks of red streaked black from his face. Strands of silken hair caught in his piercings and tugged and pulled on the pieces of metal gently as he kept finger combing his hair, reminding him of all the metal he had stuck and shoved into his ears - not that he disliked any of it. It also reminded him of the two studs he had, one in each ear lobe, from Terry - purple hued diamonds from Saturn.
The other treated him so well, gifted him such a thing, and only cared about him and yet what did he do for the other? He just seemed to cause him headaches and stress...to come up with some new issue to bother and upset the other. How was it that they managed to still be dating? Laughter bubbled up at that thought - how indeed! The feelings were there but how long until everything else brought down the house of cards? He was just going to ruin it and he knew it - was sure of it. Why had he let himself fall for someone...why had he allowed this...a relationship? Because he was weak...that’s why.
He was new to this country, new to this city, and he was a new knight pulled into a war and he had clung to someone who knew more, had been involved longer, and somehow...he didn’t even know how...his need and want for an ally and help had turned into more. How it had done that he didn’t exactly know but he knew what had allowed it, why he had gotten close enough to someone for it to happen. He didn’t want to undo it either but he was sure it wouldn’t last...how could it? The list he had just pointed to that. Because he hadn’t written everything he needed to work on, all his faults...because his biggest one was that he lied and he was good at it.
Glancing back to the notebook he figured he could perhaps add in one notation, even if he never added his other faults to the second list. He could add the notation that he was working on overworking himself. He was spending time, relaxing and being social, with Fai and a few others. But he had gone out for drinks and such with his old friend’s back home...but maybe he was spending more time doing such things now? It seemed like it.
As he wandered, letting his legs move him across the sand, he wasn’t expecting to be stopped by the sounds of screams but he was. He heard screams coming from the direction of the parking lot where his own car was. His feet twisted in the sand as he turned the rest of his body, as he’d only turned his head to look back in that direction, and took off across the sand toward the sound. A shell or two, or whatever remained of them, cut at the bottoms of his feet as he hurried his way up over the dunes and to the parking lot.
What he wasn’t expecting was just what he found - a youma. It was rather large and looked something like a lantern fish with legs and spike like spines along its back that stuck up and flashed darkly under the lights which provided some light to the parking lot. The couple who were screaming were in their car, which was rocking back and forth as the youma tried to break in, the two people unknown to Seung had shown up to make out and had cracked the window open which is how he’d heard them so well.
Taking action, despite his disinterest at the moment, due to the mood he’d sunk himself into, he picked up a good sized rock and threw it at the youma in order to gain its attention. Once attention had been received a few insults were thrown and he took off down to the beach once he knew he had its full attention. He could hear it gaining on him as he slid in the sand, his feet sinking and sliding, as he got to the beach he made toward where the water came up and lapped at the sand - far away from the couple. He was hoping they wouldn’t come out and investigate...if they did he was looking to be as far from them as possible, to make visibility impossible as he powered up.
The fight which took place was rather wet...as Venice had put to use what he had so far learned in hopkido, which wasn’t much, mixed with whatever the hell he decided to do on a whim. He had at some point tackled the youma into the water, throwing them both into the salt water and causing the new upgrade on his ring to start giving off some warning. It didn’t make sense and was thus ignored, for now, as he found a rock in the water, half buried under the sand, and while wrestling about in the water he got it dislodged and smashed the youma with it till it was dust.
Standing up, panting and dripping with cold salt water, he threw his head back to get his hair from his face. Bemoaning how he was wet and going to get sick, though he said nothing aloud, he took a glance back and seeing no one he powered down and went to get his things before marching up to his own car and heading himself back toward the city and home. <”It was screaming about energy levels...and oxygen levels…”> But everything had been fine….staring at the ring on his finger he took it off slowly. It hadn’t even reacted before, even when he’d had it under the tap while washing his hands. Word count: 1,750
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2016 11:00 pm
October 5, 2016. (Back dating about a week) On Monday he had tried Terry’s first suggestion, he would try nearly anything at this point. He had waited till class was about to begin till he’d taken a seat, waiting for Hannah to take her usual seat - next to his usual seat. He had hung around that area, giving her the idea he would be sitting there, but at the last moment, just as class was about to start, darted across the room to sit down in a corner. Someone was sitting next to him so there was no space free for her.
He had heard her gasp, while he had been moving across the room as fast as his legs could take him, he knew it had shocked her and likely several others in the classroom. What he wasn’t expecting was it to also shock his professor, who had witnessed the whole spectacle. Less expected, at least by Seung, was for his professor to question him in front of the classroom. The man had, thankfully, questioned him in Japanese to which he had responded. He didn’t like but he certainly withheld a lot, he only hinted that she was a bit...suffocating. He wasn’t going to make any more of a scene then need be, and speaking like this surely had added to the scene made.
Seated he had wondered if he could sink into his chair and vanish...or if he should bang his head on his desk till he fell unconscious...no one would mind - right? Terry wouldn’t find out, he could hide the bruise and bump he’d surely incur. But no, it wasn’t a good idea - damn it.
That had been Monday and after avoiding the cafeteria, to eat his lunch, he had managed to have a good day - a really good day. She hadn’t found him on campus and bothered him, a big plus, and Seung spent the day moving from class to class looking like he might have a case of paranoia as he’d been on the lookout for her.
Monday was passed though and Wednesday was here and class was about to start. He was waiting around, hoping to do the same thing he’d done on Monday. He was aiming for that same corner seat and he was hoping to fake her out again, though how many times could you do something before even an idiot would catch on? He was sure that if it worked today it wouldn’t next Monday, he’d need a new tactic.
As the professor rounded the doorway and stepped into the room he made for the seat across the room only to feel a hand grasp his arm. Feeling himself yanked backward, and get pressed into a seat, he was wide eyed as he went to get up only to be yanked down again. Her voice next to him, telling him to sit with her - did he not like her?
Biting his lip he took a moment to get over his shock, and to calm himself, before turning his dark eyes onto Hannah. “I’m not interested in you, not like you in me. I am dating already.” He said, falling back to Terry’s other suggestion - tell her he was dating. He didn’t say who, didn’t say he was gay, but he let her know he wasn’t available for her to date, or try to date. It wasn’t that he wanted to snub her, or rub the salt in an open wound, but he got up and headed across the room for that chair - apologizing to their professor as he went.
Taking his new seat, he settled in for class, a quiz first and then notes and speech practice. He was free from Hannah, for now, he just hoped this worked and she would back off of him...realize why he was seating himself away from her...that she was coming onto him and strong - she was too much and he was taken. Even if he wasn’t, and even if he was interested in females, she was not someone he would be interested in - ever.
When class came to an end he remained, waiting at the professor's desk, where he bowed low and held it for several moments before apologizing for making a scene. He didn’t explain the whole thing; he hadn’t told Terry everything...oddly enough the one he’d explained the most to was a fellow Ganymede knight. He explained a bit to his professor and assured him it wouldn’t happen again. With his professor smiling and telling him it was alright -he understood, Seung left the classroom.
The rest of his day, even lunch, went well for once and it was a peaceful day. He had noticed Hannah in the cafeteria only she was seated far from him. He did note she was looking his way and quickly he focused back on his lunch. After that the day continued on and seeing as she shared no classes with him it was normal - peaceful even.
One his way home from one of his business classes he got a text from his mother that she was out doing some grocery shopping, she had gotten out of work early, and she wanted to know if he needed or wanted anything. She wasn’t at the Korean grocery store but the normal one - the American one as she called it. Laughing to himself, a soft sound, as he read over her words he sent a message back that he would meet here there and they could do the grocery shopping together.
A text was sent to Terry letting him know that he was going to go shopping with his mother and he wished the other a good day. Hitting the send button, he pocketed his phone and made his way toward the grocery store, taking a bus and walking, till he got there. When he’d gotten close he’d sent his mother a text letting her know, so when he arrived she was waiting out front for him, the shopping was done together as they talked and enjoyed each other's company. She asked how his day was and he told her half a lie, he didn’t mention Hannah at all but told the truth about the rest of his day. He didn’t even hesitate to tell this half-truth to his mother, he had never hesitated in telling a lie. Word count: 1,062
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2016 4:33 pm
October 21, 2016 Last year he’d gone and done the shopping for Halloween, picking up decorations and candy. This year was no different, though he was perhaps a bit late to do the shopping, Seung had gone out to the local Halloween store intent upon getting more decoration needs.
After stepping into the Halloween store, Spirit Halloween, and after gaining some help in the form of directions to where the decorations were Seung had no problem in loading up a cart with things. He needed new fake cotton webs, he’d thrown out last years, some spray paint, so he could add color to things.
The decorations were simple, not bloody and not made to scare really. He didn’t think his parents would appreciate it and he sort of wanted to have fun with the holiday, since it was only the second time celebrating it. He didn’t want to dive into the gore, blood, and scare of it all. He wanted to enjoy it, though he had heard about haunted houses and was interested in them.
As he put a few brooms into the cart he grabbed a few more decorations, he would be reusing the light strands from last year, he made for the candy aisle that he’d passed on the way to get decorations. Last year they’d had a good number of children, and oddly enough not all from their apartment building. It seemed that locals thought appartment buildings were safer for their kids, as opposed to walking house to house and such. He’d even heard of trick or treating at the mall - how odd.
Pushing the cart down the candy aisle Seung too to inspecting bags and wondering what would be popular, as well as things his own family might eat if they had left overs. Chocolate candies were an obvious but then he grabbed skittles and something else which looked like some fruit flavored candy.
The bags of candy went into the cart, gently, and the cart was turned around as he headed for the check out. While he headed there he could hear what sounded like adults and children all talking and assumed it was children here for costumes? He’d heard it last year as well, but hadn’t watch all the madness; as it had sounded like that.
This time he went to observe as children, who had just gotten out of school, and their parents took to looking over a large expanse of back wall where all sorts of pictures were. Each one displaying a costume they could get. The pictures were, from what he could tell, sections off by age group and gender. The children were thus all flitting about the same area jabbing little fingers at pictures while parents tried to offer up other ideas, in some cases better ideas. It was all a lot to take in as it seemed only more children were arriving with their parents, or on their own as teenagers started to filter into the back of the shop.
The workers were dressed up as well, some even with minor face paint, as they talked into walkie talkies to place orders to the backroom. Picking things up at the decorated entrance to the backroom. As costume bags were handed over to waiting children who hurried to fitting rooms to try things on. Some things were returned some kept, and often held to the children chest, he found himself a touch jealous that these children had celebrated this and he had not grown up with it or his cousin. Although...she was perhaps old enough to still enjoy it and dress up like the teenagers were?
He did remind himself that he had taken part last year by dressing up, and handing out candy, though he wasn’t sure if a cosplay costume counted. It had still been fun.
Shaking his head he turned and pushed his cart back towards the check out. Maybe he could help Terry and his family decorate, if they did, for Halloween? Word count: 664
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2016 11:17 pm
November 5, 2016 Seung hadn’t been surprised when his younger cousin had found a way to keep in touch with him, she’d made a social media account just for them to talk over...using a fake name. She had contacted him and in private told him it was her. Being able to talk to her made him feel better, calmer, and he sat there on his and Terry’s bed, one hand out and petting Yeong as he typed away with the other to Eunkyung.
He wasn’t expecting her to tell him that she had, using this same account, contacted his sister and even their elder cousin Hyeon to explain things to them. Eunkyung hadn’t told anyone else in their family, not wanting to risk things without his permission, but knowing how the other two felt about homosexuality and about him, he wasn’t sure which was more important, she had figured it was a safe thing to do and nothing something he’d mind - he didn’t mind.
Knowing his sister was angry, upset, and would be making an account so they could still be in communication was touching. He didn’t know about his elder cousin, Eunkyung hadn’t told him about Hyeon, but that was ok. He knew his elder cousin was be ok with it….that he’d have his elder cousins support.
He had friends here, as Quinn had reminded him, and they were his family. He had his cousins and his sister...he had some pieces of the old and he had pieces of the new and they slotted together nicely. New and old pieces of a puzzle which was slowly forming a whole - a family. He and Quinn had been talking, planning, and he still couldn’t understand how supportive the others parents had been and how they’d wanted to help him, it wasn’t something he’d expected.
Seung also didn’t know his father worked for one of the companies that Quinn’s father owned...that had been interesting to find out. His father was high up, as he’d known, but still answered in some manner to Quinn’s father though indirectly, as there were people in between. But it seemed that learning this, finding out who his father was and discovering the man worked for him, Quinn’s father had been just a bit more interested in helping him...a bit more eager.
Biting down on his bottom lip he turned his dark, and watery, eyes to Yeong. “We have many friends here Yeong...it is not so bad here...a new family to call our own...picked by us.” Back home his friends would never have gotten involved in this never mind their parents, that would have never happened. The cultures were very different, he knew it already, but he saw it more and more in different places...sometimes unexpected places.
Shifting he turned and leaned down to hug Yeong, his arms going about the dogs neck as he snuggled into his fur. “Like it here...home is nice also...still miss it.” Though he was sure Yeong didn’t miss it...or at least not where he’d been in Korea. He’d been on a dog meat farm and there was nothing to like about those places. Yeong, had he remained there, wouldn’t be alive now likely. So it was a good thing he was here...that people had gone there and rescued all the dogs from the farm. Though had he still been rescued he might have found a good home in Korea. But here...here he was Seung’s and Seung and him were family...because Yeong was precious to him.
When his phone vibrated again he turned the screen to himself and smiled, laughed even, as he saw what his cousin had sent him. She was telling him just what his sister had said when she’d found out about it. It seemed she was not so young and innocent...in fact it seemed like she was very upset and had a very interesting vocabulary...one he hoped his parents never found out about. Laughing more as he read the following text he buried his face in Yeong’s fur to cover up some of the noise he made. “My sister is growing up...so protective of her oppa.” He said into the fur, his words muffled.
“I think we’ll make it through this…” He whispered, smiling, as he grasped gently at Yeong’s fur before releasing his hold. “I’m happy…” For once he was happy...right now his other worries and troubles were...gone. He had his cousins and his sister. He had missing pieces of an old puzzle returned and fitted with the new ones.
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2016 4:37 pm
November 14, 2016 (Back dating a bit) School and real life had taken it’s toll and kept Seung busy, kept him drained, but he’d finally slipped away from Terry’s home...which was now his home also. Even if he could go and see his family, and talk to them, he wasn’t going to move back in with his parents - he couldn’t. Too much had been said and too many feelings hurt, there was no repairing things. To be honest he wasn’t even sure that he wanted to repair things with his parents. They were his parents, something they would always be, but they had turned on him for something he’d never had a choice in. Hadn’t they, for one moment, realized how hard things had been for him?
He’d been so caught up in school and then this and he hadn’t forgotten his wonder, his ancestor, but he hadn’t had the time. He hadn’t had to emotional strength, though he was sure his ancestor knew just where he and Erebus stood. He didn’t want to come right out and say anything, just incase.
When he went today it was with new bedding he’d been working on, a nice comforter and matching sheets. Seung was planning to make more curtains soon and continue on with the repairs and redecorating of his wonder, slow as it would be, but today he was going more to see his ancestor than anything else.
When he arrived he went right down to the living quarters and greeting his ancestor he apologized for how long it had been since his last visit, many things had happened recently which had kept him busy. Going to store the new bedding in what he had decided would be a linen closet in the bathroom, he went to take a seat in the sitting room and fill his ancestor in on things.
Venice could do nothing more than hope his ancestor wouldn’t see things as his parents did, wouldn’t call his behavior and his feelings a dishonorable thing or accuse him of shaming their family. He could hope for many things but that was all he could do, he couldn’t force someone to feel or think differently. It was perhaps also because of that reason that he wouldn’t move back in with his parents, they would forever think and feel such things about him and his life and he couldn’t deal with that.
When he had returned to the sitting room he bowed, again, apologizing for not coming sooner and as he sat down he shifted his satchel to the dirty, and dusty, floor before he started to explain things. Explaining the easiest, and less emotional, parts first as he talked about school. He spoke about his lessons and how they were going, and how they kept him busy, he mentioned that he was taking lessons in Japanese although he already knew the language. He wanted to brush up on it, use it more, and this was an opportunity to do so. It also was an easy class that he could mix in with the harder ones. Adding in that he was learning Chinese from a friend, who’s family was from Beijing. It seemed the ambition to learn the language, and already be fluent in Japanese and good in English, was impressive to his ancestor as he took note of the fond smile taking up residence upon the man's wizened features.
It was then that he went into speaking about Hannah and the harassment she had drown him in, or at least it had felt like that. It was while talking about her that he reached for one of the old, worn out and falling apart, pillows on the couch. He should replace the pillows next...and maybe work on a couch and a chair or two for his wonder. Making a mental note of those things he continued on up until he got to his parents and then he hesitated. He froze letting his ancestor, who seemed quite upset at this point, take in everything up until now. He used the time to brace himself for the unknown. His ancestor liked Erebus but would he accept this? Did he already suspect?
Finally he explained the confrontation with his parents, what was said and what happened, he mentioned what the proof was of his...relationship with Terry (who was Erebus). He mentioned where the proof came from, Hannah, and what had happened in the few days following him being thrown out of his home.
Once the last words had left his lips, about what help Quinn had provided and the results, he sat there silent and waiting. Dark eyes shone with unshed tears as fear hugged him tightly, just waiting to pull him deeper into it’s embrace before it would morph into something else. His ancestor shaming him, attacking him somehow, would turn that fear into something else so easily - so quickly.
What he wasn’t expecting was his ancestor to approach him and not with anger in his eyes but...acceptance? Something else also..? Watching as they bent, to kneel on the floor in front of him, the elder knight reaching out with wrinkled, frail, spindly fingers to touch his cheek but no contact was felt. Listening as the elder spoke, his words slow and gentle, the older knight spoke of love being a precious thing and not something people had much say in. They didn’t get to decide who they fell in love with, as he had personally seen people fall in love who shouldn’t. He’d written his own plays, which had never been shown, about such things. Love was love and it wasn’t something you decided on - it simply happened.
To love, and be loved, was important and his parents should accept it. He admitted, to Seung, that it wasn’t something which he once would have accepted from his successor but he understood now. Time had changed his views and knowing who his successor was, being able to speak with him and talk to him and know his views, had taught him that it was something to be accepted as it surely didn’t change who the new Venice was. The words brought tears trailing down his cheeks as he wished he could just bury his face into the others robes and hold onto him.
He knew his cousin had accepted him and his sister, he’d known it for years, he was sure his elder cousin would also. But to have an ancestor accept him, after his parents telling him what a shame he was to them...it meant a lot. Explaining it, through his tears, he let himself vent as he talked about how he’d feared telling his friends, how he’d first figured himself out. He spoke of so many things and his ancestor just listened and let him talk, and cry.
When he finally was done he was exhausted and tired, emotionally worn out, he managed his way to the bedroom to lay down for a short while before he’d return home. He didn’t want Terry to see him like this, didn’t want the questions or anything else. He just needed this - knowing he was accepted.
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2016 12:40 am
November 15, 2016 (Back dating to November 1.) He’d read about it online, his friends had linked him not that he wouldn’t have seen it anyway, but it still shocked him to see it on the news stream as he sat on his and Terry’s bed. Seung might not have lived in Seoul for a little over a year now but he still read the news, still watched the news, he kept up to date with things going on back home. His sister still lived there and his family - he was still South Korean, that would never change.
He knew how politics went, he knew that typically every president in South Korea had issues toward the end of their term, it was just how it went, so that was expected. What wasn’t expected was the scandal that was taking place. He couldn’t believe it, even as he’d been reading paper after paper about it, the very idea that their president had been sharing classified government documents with some...guru, who was also a personal friend, had him cursing in his native tongue so not to gain the attention of anyone in the house.
As he’d read over the articles he felt his own mounting upset, anger, and betrayal and wished to be there with his friends and family - with other Koreans to protest and call for their president’s resignation. She had overstepped her bounds, gone against the law, and more importantly...she had betray the people. They hadn’t elected her friend nor given any power to the women and yet according to everything he’d read this friend had seen things she had no business seeing, had helped with speeches, and had solicited money from companies as well. It all spelled bad news for the president of South Korea and he knew it. He knew that the people would be in the streets and wouldn’t give up, at least he hoped not, unlike the Americans who would if they didn’t get who they wanted when the election was over and the winner declared. They would protest, if they didn’t get what they wanted, but it wouldn’t last.
He knew this would last and it would be big, he could see it on the live stream and he could get the feel of it when reading forums and social media from people who were there and other people, who couldn’t be there.
Pulling up another page on his laptop he took the time to sign into one of his social media accounts and send off a message to a friend of his, asking if they were there and if so - where. He didn’t wait for a reply before bouncing to another tab and googling a quick search for something else, something unrelated. Over his headset he could hear the news talking about the protest and the reports from the scene. He wondered how long it would be before the president would resign, it would be best to do it sooner rather than later. But would he be able, or even allowed, to return home to vote? He wasn’t sure how things worked when living in another country...damn it...he should look into that.
If she resigned and he could vote he would go back to do so, even if it was for a day or two. There was no way he would not be voting...it was as important to him as it was to any American when it came to voting, or at least as important as it should be to them. He was paying attention to things here and it seemed like people really cared about voting, and who they were voting for, but he’d never looked at American politics till he’d moved here...so he didn’t know the history for people voting and turn outs. He didn’t know how important, or unimportant, it was to the American people but he knew he’d find out.
With no reply from his friend, they were likely busy, he figured he’d get up and busy himself with other things...maybe work off some of the anger bubbling inside of him at the thought of Park Geun-hye and just what she’d done. She was their first female president and her father had been a dictator, who had been killed, but she had been given the trust to lead them and this broke...it actually angered him.
Shaking his head he got up and turning the video off, signing out of his social media account and closing the tab out, he went to get up and gather some things so he could hit the gym, he really could use a trip to the gym and a work out anyway. Hopefully she would resign and save them all from further protests, she could be that kind to the people she had betray.
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Posted: Wed May 24, 2017 1:29 pm
May 24, 2017 When he’d seen it on social media, and on certain websites, he’d been shocked and really he hadn’t even believed it. But after checking around, checking the Billboards site itself, it was true. A Korean music group was up for a Billboard award. Ok, so it wasn’t one of the big ones, not like top artist or anything, but it was an award and it was for being social which the group certainly was. He was a following of their two different twitter accounts, instagram and vlive, he didn’t use facebook. He also followed them on youtube. Normally it wouldn’t be a surprise but them not being from America is what made it a surprise, this was the first time for a group and the second time a Korean artist wa sup for anything at Billboards.
Grabbing for his cell phone, and not finding it on his desk, he took a moment to glance around before his dark eyes landed on the phone - across the room. Getting up he made for the bedside table and settling himself on his and Terry’s bed he unlocked his phone and sent a message to Eunkyung before deciding to hit his sister up on kakaotalk and asking her what she thought about it and how people back home were reacting - if they were.
Responding to his cousin, as they were in the same time zone, he let her know that he’d be voting for them - of course. He was ARMY, among other fandoms. He wasn’t like most Koreans who were only fans to one group, neither was his cousin, like his sister who was a EXO-L and that was it. He and Eunkyung were more inclined to listen to various other groups and support them, via voting and other things, whenever they could.
They had, over time, both worked out the idea that if multiple groups they liked were competing...they’d vote for whoever did the best job or for whoever they were more into at the moment.
He knew his sister wouldn’t be too pleased with the news, considering the fanwars between the two fandoms, but maybe she’d still show some support? See that it would help Korean music in general in the long run? He doubted it though, she was young and didn’t always have the foresight which came with age. Eunkyung he was pleased to see replied with an agreement - they’d both vote as much as they could. Hopefully BTS would win the Billboard award, it would be amazing and history setting.
Sending one last message, telling her when voting started and that they had better do their best, he set his phone down and headed back over to his computer to save the information on how to vote. He didn’t want to mess up his voting, since it was rather specific for the tweets, and then headed downstairs to the kitchen to get a drink.
The whole way down, and even standing in front of the open fridge searching for a drink, he felt giddy and excited. He had seen who else they’d be against, big names, and was nervous that BTS wouldn’t be able to get the win...that ARMY might not have the strength but really...they were a strong fandom. They had a chance - they really did. Nibbling on his bottom lip he continued his search of the fridge’s contents for a few more moments before shutting the door - empty handed. Nothing that he was interested in, looked like it was time for a shopping trip.
That in mind he went to pen a quick note, which he posted to the fridge, before going to get his bag and head off on foot to get to one of the markets so he could get something to drink. While he was at it maybe he’d eat lunch out as well, it sounded like a good idea and he was in a good mood.
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2017 12:15 am
June 9, 2017 (Back dating a few months.) He should have visited sooner but he’d had a lot going on. After the drama of their break up, and getting back together, the time spent grounded by Terry’s parents and then that giant skeletal bird youma. A lot had happened and in a short amount of time, plus Terry had nearly died, he didn’t think a person could get any closer to being dead, without actually dying, than Terry had been that night. He’d been terrified, and he doubted he’d ever be so scared again, that he would lose the other.
He’d been scared he’d lose him right after they’d come back together and were working out their issues. They had more to talk about, naturally, but they had been talking and sorting everything out slowly. They were taking their time, as they should have from the start, and talking about things...something they’d failed to do properly.
With things settled though and injures recovered him the male was comfortable in going out, and leaving Terry behind for a while, as he headed for his own wonder in order to do some exploring and possible decorating.
The time he’d been away from his wonder was full of many things including putting together some more bedding, pillows, and a few more curtains. He’d also gone and bought a few more things as well. He’d been busy to say the least, and with good reason, he wanted his wonder to become something habitable at some point. Seung wanted to be able to spend a few nights there and to bath there and just...put it to good use.
That really wasn’t wrong of him - right?
It had been a long time since his last visit though and he felt guilty. It was that guilt which had him bowing deeply to his ancestor as soon as he’d entered into the ancient living quarters, even before going to put on some lights. Apologizing to the ancient former knight of Venice he didn’t straighten up until it had been accepted, he really was sorry and really should have been around more.
“I will explain my absence.” As he spoke he moved around lighting candles so he could see, he didn’t like being so blind in this place. Hitting into things was no fun, especially when it often left bruises and other injuries behind.
As he finished lighting the candles he took to explaining things, explaining everything with Terry and himself and then moving onto the incident with the greater youma. He had to branch off, every so often, and explain what certain things were but that was to be expected. Venice was just pleased that his ancestor understood as the man said as much, while Venice was moving in and out of the bedroom carrying bedding with him and pillows.
“I’ll be here more often now. Things have settled between us. We are talking, as we should have from the start.” He spoke, smiling, as he moved to join his ancestor finally. The set of curtains he’d brought he’d place on his way out of the living quarters. He had wanted to come down here first, to greet his ancestor and explain things. The talk, for a while, was about the energy draining crystal, which he still did need to return, and what he had learned from the alien who had helped them get into negaspace over a year ago. The talk had gone to greater youma as well, almost predictably, as he sought to know if they had been a thing back in the day.
He mentioned then that his elder cousin was a knight but not of Ganymede, rather of Polaris, and that meant back in the family line there was another knight. Someone on his father's side, and his cousins fathers side as well. His younger cousin was a senshi as well so it seemed there was a lot hidden away in his family, a surprise but a pleasant one. The old knight had known of it though, known of the family connection at least to a Polaris knight back in those times. He hadn’t said anything though, not sure when a new knight of Polaris would be born. He wasn’t sure if his cousin was the reborn knight or descended from the knight - he hoped to find out from Hyeon soon enough...really he did. He’d also bring him here soon, he promised.
It was while he was preparing to leave, going over the bedroom once more, that something caught his eye. There were all kinds of things in the bedroom and the living quarters in general, some things having to have come from Ganymede or some other planet while other things were clearly ancient Korean. This item however could have come from anywhere as a pearl was not such an uncommon thing. It stood out though, it was pretty and somewhat large in size.
Deciding to pocket it, maybe he would find a use for it when he got home, he took his leave after some long goodbyes and promises to return and to do so with his cousins and fiance.
As planned he did take the time to hang the curtains, which was no simple task, but another window had curtains. Eventually they all would...eventually. Then he’d make a nice lighter set of sheer curtains eventually, something better suited to warmer weather. For now though they were the same heavy velvet that he’d been hanging around the place.
Once that was done he had headed back to Destiny City, not realizing till he’d returned that several hours had passed since he’d left for Ganymede. He also noticed he was hungry and without much thought to the pearl inside his pocket he powered down and headed home, intent upon getting some food and filling his needy stomach. The pearl vanished, along with his uniform, only to return each time he would power up and vanish each time he powered down - with him forgetting about it.
Eventually he would remember about it….eventually.Word count: 1,004
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Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2017 7:21 pm
July 3, 2017 Sitting on the bedroom floor, Yeong having decided that his and Terry’s bed was also his, Seung was busy stitching up some pillow cases for his wonder. He was working to stockpile bedding and curtains, so he could change them out for various seasons and weather needs. He’d done so many curtains though that he figured it was time to take a break, though the curtains at his wonder now where what eh’d consider winter ones, Seung figured he needed more pillow cases and sheets as well as other things.
While he was working on that he had his laptop sitting on the floor with a website loaded up filled with beauty products. He hadn’t been back to Korea in a while and had, since his last trip, run out of the skin care products he used. As he didn’t use Tony Moly, aside from the sheet masks, and he didn’t use Skin Food either he was stuck unable to visit any store to purchase what he needed. He was left with one option - online ordering.
As products were close to empty, he’d guess he had another week or two with most of what he had, Seung had settled down to order what he needed. There were a few sites, ones that seemed legit and decent, but he was finding the toner he used impossible to find so he was going over other brands and reading up on them.
It was while browsing the sokoglam site that he decided to create an account, as they carried almost everything he needed, that was when he found out about the rewards and almost laughed. Well, it wasn’t the same toner he’d been using but seeing as he’d be spending enough he might as well claim a free toner for himself!
That in mind he started grabbing the items he needed, even if a few might still have product in them when the order arrived, he wanted to be prepared especially since he didn’t know how long it would take to ship - he wasn’t paying extra for faster shipping.
Seung knew he could just ask family to purchase and ship him the toner he normally used but….why not get one for free when he could, and it wasn’t a bad brand or product. The gray haired male figured he might as well try the toner and if he didn’t like it - nothing lost and information gained.
That in mind he finished his order and after placing in the code to get a discount on any Missha products he placed to order. That done and checking his point balance he put in for the toner, as a separate order, and placed that order as well.
With that done he closed his airbook and settled back into his sewing. Terry was somewhere downstairs, he’d gone down to do something not long ago, and Ace had followed after him. Yeong had decided to stay on their bed with him in the bedroom. It sort of...almost felt like their own home but he did remind himself that they lived with the others parents. A place to themselves would be nice - eventually. He didn’t think they could afford it any time soon though. Maybe it was something to discuss and save for?
It wasn’t that he didn’t like Terry’s family, he loved them, but he wouldn’t mind their own place as well. They were engaged and would be married soon so it wouldn’t be bad to have their own home, or even if he got something bigger and asked Hyeon to move in with them and split rent or something. It would feel a bit more….theirs.
That in mind, and deciding to talk to Terry once he came up stairs, Seung went back to sewing up his pillow cases. Word count: 634
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2017 9:50 pm
August 30, 2017 The news was not good, it hadn’t been for a while now, it just seemed to keep getting worse and he was worried for his family living here. His sister was down in Busan so she was safe...well safer. He had family though, and plenty of friends, who lived in Seoul and that worried him.
It wasn’t like the threat from the North wasn’t always there, it was, but it was never something to actually be worried about or believed. But to see on the news about them firing a missile over Japan, it landed in the water, was something else entirely. Japan wasn’t going to take lightly to that, he knew it, and it worried him how his own country was going to respond. This wasn’t just beating your chest and saying intimidating words anymore. This was something fired towards another country and it would be taken for the threat that it was, at least in his opinion.
Pacing around the small hotel room he finally plopped onto his and Terry’s bed and curled up there. He didn’t have work to do today, thankfully, so he could lay here and listen to the news. He could hear what his own country's president, Moon Jae-In, had to say about all of this.
For the sake of Terry, who might come in, he switched the subtitles on the tv. It was, for them both and Quinn, big news. It was why he shifted about on the bed in order to grab his phone and shoot a text off to Quinn telling him to turn on the news and put on the subtitles - he needed to see what had happened. It wouldn’t directly affect them, especially not now, but it was a serious threat in his opinion.
There was, as far as Seung was concerned, no way to tell what might set the leader of the North off and have him doing something stupid. Any wrong word or action made by any country right now. Right now a lot of people were bound to be upset and saying and doing things. He didn’t like the nervous feeling and so acting on it he sent a message to his sister down in Busan, telling her to keep safe and make sure their family saw the news.
To his elder, and younger, cousin in Destiny city he told them to check things out. Hyeon would surely get in touch with his former group members. His younger cousin however was likely to tell his parents about this. It was something to be watched and prepared for, just on the off chance anything did happen.
As he thought about it, and listened to the news, he found himself sending a follow up text to Quinn suggesting a sudden idea. Maybe it would be a good idea if they set into place some sort of emergency procedure, just incase. Incase anything happened perhaps have some water and long lasting, due to expiration date, food at the office? Maybe also some way of communicating and checking in with everyone to make sure everyone was ok, in case anything did happen, so everyone could be accounted for quickly and efficiently.
Hitting send he laid back, his phone resting a foot away from him on the bedding, he didn’t like having to think of these things but all things considered there was a chance of something big and bad happening.
For some odd reason as he lay there thinking, going over the idea of what could happen and what the results would be, what would happen to Seoul and other cities he found himself thinking about those without homes and families. Homeless people and orphans, homeless pets. It made him wish the process for adopting wasn’t so long, and expensive, that they could come home with a child at the end of this business trip. It wasn’t anything he’d ever felt before and certainly never thought he would feel. It was a want to help...and save a child...to provide a home and a safe environment.
Once Terry was out of the bathroom he’d let him know, not that it would speed things up...but it was worth telling his husband. Word count: 703
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