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pasta · May 20, 2019

Sin. Bo. Kang

i feel like i'm losing control. maybe i should let myself go because this is so predictable

Bo Kang stomach nearly jumped through his throat at Ju Yong suggesting him to let him drive. He was not going to have his life flash before his eyes, so prematurely in his life once again. But, as he opened his mouth to deny him, a smile broke through the other’s faux stoic expression. It was a joke, thank god. He let out a relieved sigh as he gently shook his head, lightheartedly showing he was disappointed with the other. “You scared me, such a cruel joke.”

He unlocked the car with the click of the button on his keychain and opened the driver’s door before climbing in. After buckling his seatbelt and getting comfortable, he shoved the key into the ignition and twisted it. The grumble of the engine signaled him to start driving the car. The spot before him was empty, so he drove straight through it rather than backing up.

Was it strange that he had remembered how to get to the elder’s house? Teenage memories pieced together with newer memories and created the drive there. Turn right, turn left onto the highway, everything came together so easily. He didn’t even need Ju Yong to put his address into his phone, and he neglected to ask for it. While his eyes steadily watched the road, he reached over with his free hand to turn on the radio. He let the music play throughout the car on a low volume to mask any silence.

He found himself remembering various skating routines and competitions they went to together. It had never occurred to him, until now, that Ju Yong was supposed to be his number one rivalry. He squinted his eyes as he thought about it further. The one he was supposed to beat in every competition was the closest one to him at the time of his skating competitions. It was funny in a way. His mother always tried to compare him to the elder as if their skating styles weren’t so different.

“Did you know?” He asked, forgetting he was only thinking in his head. “I mean, did you know we were “rivals” when we were younger? I just realized that” He explained as his eyes flew to the rearview mirror. ~~Makomin~~

Makomin · May 22, 2019

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Location: Bo-Kang's car

Feeling: memory lane is a long, long road
[/div][div class=name]Lee Ju-Yong [/div]

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[div class=hidescrollcontent][div class=contentbox]Lee Ju-Yong wanted to laugh at the ice skating instructor's reaction to his joke. It was pretty obvious that despite Bo-Kang trying his best to be an understanding person with him in general, driving his car would definitely be a traumatic experience he would not want to experience for the rest of his life ever again. The male found himself leaning back against the passenger seat. Though he has done it several times now, he somehow felt more relaxed than usual today.

With music playing in the background, it somehow didn't feel awkward at all. For some reason, the silence present between them that was occupied by soft music being played was rather comforting. Occasionally, the brunet would steal a few peeks at the male driving, wondering whether he was genuinely merely concentrated on only driving or whether his brain was working its mechanism, thinking about stuff only he would know about.

Though, Ju-Yong smiled before his attention went back to the road in front of him too. He watched the sky gradually fade into light darkness just as other cars begin to switch on their headlights too. On pavements, he noted friends laughing at each other's jest and couples holding hands and they conversed about their day. It made him think of the parameters of his and Bo-Kang's new found dating life.

At the other's question, Ju-Yong's mind wondered to seven years before. He remembered his coach constantly berating him to concentrate more on honing his technical skills on the ice itself. Lee Ju-Yong was no prodigy, far from it in fact and some might have described his level of skill as maybe good. However, he invested his emotions into his performances. When Bo-Kang was the perfectionist, Ju-Yong was the emotionalist. He genuinely enjoyed skating on the ice, having the cold breeze envelope him whenever he skated slightly faster than he usually did.

He was generally an expressive individual, both in personality and his performances. As such, because of this he was able to constantly climb to the very top when other lacked both skills and emotions. It was frustrating that he never really cared about winning until he was suspended from skating competitively. "I guess I can see it. Though it's pretty obvious I wasn't much of a rival status." He chuckled in reference to his constantly non-serious demeanour whenever it came to practicing and competing in the past.

It was one of the things Ju-Yong regretted taking for granted. However, he knew that despite it, he thoroughly enjoyed ice skating. "I'm surprised we became friends. You were very serious about ice skating." He commented, having the memory of Bo-Kang constantly winning competitions in his head.
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pasta · May 22, 2019

Sin. Bo. Kang

i feel like i'm losing control. maybe i should let myself go because this is so predictable

Surprised? Bo Kang thought for a moment, remembering bits and pieces of his adolescence, stolen by the competitive sport. He supposed he was even more uptight when he was participating in competitions, and friends were the least of his concerns. However, that didn’t mean he liked being alone. A lot of the other skaters had befriended each other, while he neglected any form of socialization with them. He was overworked and lonely, but he attempted to power through it like nothing was wrong. But, of course, humans weren’t built to walk alone, so he caved in and made some friends. It made all the trips and competitions more fun when he had people to share the memories with.

He hummed, taking his time to think of a response. “Well,” He began as he placed both hands on the steering wheel. “I mean, it’s not like I’d enjoyed having no skating friends. It gets boring after a while.” He shrugged. “Even if I was serious, I still wanted friends.” It sounded sadder when it left his lips than he expected it to. The words came out wrong, and he felt they made him sound like he used to be some lonely, desperate teenager stuck in their angsty phase. “I mean, it wasn’t like I had no friends at all,” He muttered. “Most of them didn’t skate, or they didn’t partake in the competitive side if it…” He trailed off.

The instructor had lost most of his skating and non-skating friends over the years to work, busyness, and ghosting. He made more friends through mishaps than anything else. His roommate, for example, was his cousin’s ex-boyfriend, and through Se Yoon and his girlfriend, Bo Kang was able to branch out into a new set of friends. He couldn’t say he liked these friends too much; they weren’t on the same wavelength as him, and they all acted like they drank two energy drinks in one sitting.

“I don’t even remember most of my old friends,” He sighed bleakly, eyes flickering to Ju Yong for a split moment before going back to the road. They were all just faint, blurry faces that he couldn’t quite make out. He’d mix names with names and filter different people out and into his memories, often ending in a confused brain fart. He did remember most memories including Ju Yong since those were prevalent indents in his life and growth as a person. “I think I blocked out a lot of it. Those years could be such shitshows,” He chuckled lightly. “I do remember the competition in Japan though.” ~~Makomin~~

Makomin · May 24, 2019

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Location: Bo-Kang's car

Feeling: oh hun issa ok
[/div][div class=name]Lee Ju-Yong [/div]

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[div class=hidescrollcontent][div class=contentbox]Though the two were vastly different in both personalities and their ice skating specialities, the two of them shared many instances, experiences and memories together. It really was as though a red string of fate had funnily connected them together throughout this lifetime. Or rather, past these decade or so. However, though they shared many a things together, one prominent difference between Bo-Kang and Ju-Yong was the fact that their teenage and young adult years were rather different personally because their priorities were respectively, different.

Lee Ju-Yong was known as the friendly, wholesome and to a certain extent, popular guy of his university's skating team. Even among other schools, because of his social personality, he managed to mingle with a number of skaters that made him be known. And because he had almost always came up second or third in competitions, it didn't really help lessen his reputation. Though, in any community, there were of course, those who assumed he had a complex, considering he could never or rarely beat Bo-Kang in ice skating competitions.

He wasn't phased though because he genuinely had an inclination to befriend the less sociable male compared to what films portrayed as sabotaging him. He smiled at the memory before another memory resurfaced at the mention of Japan. The brunet honestly wanted to kick but at the same time, laugh at his past self.

The said memory involved a group of skating friends the two shared that wandered around the streets of Japan the night before their big competition. The three of them including Ju-Yong had somehow managed to convince the younger male to head out into town with them. They had a wonderful night except for the fact that Lee Ju-Yong thought it was a good idea for himself to stuff his face with food the whole night and buy back a few drinks to continue on his 'progress'. Needless to say, the day after said occurence didn't leave him in the best of shape and he received an earful from his coach from their hotel all the way back to their country's airport.

Though, he decided to laugh at the memory, remembering how silly he was back then and how he still is now. "I still remember Tae-Min and Sang-Ho's constant teasing. They always joked about us being together." Somehow, though it was embarrassing for him to conjure up such a thought of their past friends and wording it out, he found himself laughing even with a blush apparent on his cheek.

After awhile, he stopped before giving it a thought, "The last I heard, Tae-Min married early and is now an architect while Sang-Ho is still skating."

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pasta · May 25, 2019

Sin. Bo. Kang

i feel like i'm losing control. maybe i should let myself go because this is so predictable

“They did?” Bo Kang had forgotten those faces and couldn’t visualize them too well. He just imagined their faces somewhat blurred, but he could vaguely remember being teased by the blank faces. Perhaps if he saw them more recently, he’d know it was his old skating friends. Unfortunately, he wasn’t close enough with them to remember them at the moment. “I don’t even think I wanted to go out with you guys -- I’m pretty sure I just wanted to sleep.” Shaking his head, he recalled having to board a plane the day after. He was so tired during that plane ride, but because they were flying in an aircraft, he couldn't fall into a slumber.

He wondered what was going on in their lives even with hardly remembering them. His question was answered without him even asking. It was nice to know one of them continued skating. “Ah, that’s nice.” He paused briefly. “But, Tae Min married early? I wasn’t expecting that.” It led to him wondering where his other acquaintances had grown up too. He even began to question where his old coach was. The last time he had seen him was years ago, and he was retiring and moving back to Paris.

He listened to the soft beats coming from the radio and shifted in his seat. “Do you remember that one time, after one of our competitions, we snuck away to go eat at a convenience store?” He supposed he only remembered it so vividly because when they came back, his mother gave him a long lecture on leaving unannounced. His mother had always been strict with things like that, and he supposed it’s where he gained his own self-strictness from. “I remember soda coming out of someone’s nose,” He mused.

The instructor thought about their situation a little further. Perhaps he could start picking Ju Yong up in the morning. It didn’t seem like the worse thing. He had been driving him home the past few days, and it wouldn’t change much of their schedules. “Since I’ve been driving you home, maybe I should start driving you to the school?” He stopped himself briefly. “Or is that too much?” Too much? He cursed himself mentally as he took a turn into the street that held the elder’s house. Admitting his unsurety of the situation irritated him, but he couldn't backtrack his statement now. ~~Makomin~~

Makomin · May 27, 2019

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Location: Bo-Kang's car

Feeling: when will u let this go bo kang
[/div][div class=name]Lee Ju-Yong [/div]

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[div class=hidescrollcontent][div class=contentbox]It was a wonder to Lee Ju-Yong how many of his friends had managed to move to the next stage of their lives at this point. It has been a number of years and the only thing Ju-Yong grew out of was probably his bad habits of sneaking out at night and getting into loads of troubles. Of course, he wouldn't say that his current situation was bad at the moment. After working for several years, the older male, despite his at times, childish antics had managed to save up some money for a down payment for a small apartment unit. Ju-Yong was definitely not planning on living with his parents for the rest of his life but he somehow, didn't see the point in moving out yet as no real motivation was present.

He was about to ask Bo-Kang when the male had moved out of his parents' place when the latter had mentioned about an incident that the male constantly brought up when they were younger to tease him. Lee Ju-Yong remembered the time whereby he was shocked at Bo-Kang's agreement to sneak out after the competition. He didn't know completely about the other male's life but he knew that his family was really strict, compared to his own. But then again, Ju-Yong's mother had probably given up and controlling her wild son at that point.

Ju-Yong remembered the moment just before he almost lost his life. Not literally, of course. Young adult Ju-Yong had a hefty stomach and he remembered purchasing some a ramyeon cup, two sausages, a packet of kimchi for the two to share and a diet soda. The combination itself was not the best and after hearing how strict Bo-Kang's mother was compared to his, he remember a piece of sausage being lodged in his throat for a moment just as a wave of soda being sipped tried to wash it down. The whole experience had taught the male to eat and drink slowly, having resulted in needing tissues to help wipe off the soda that had dripped from his nose that was on his clothes and the table.

"Hey, it's literally been years and you've not let that go, you meanie." Ju-Yong jokingly cried out before laughing along with the other male. He could get used to this. Moments like these whereby he reminisced about the good ol' ice-skating days with the pleasure of his current days taking over instead of the sadder memories. As they turned into a familiar street, he found himself somehow disappointed that he'd have to leave the other rather soon. It really was like people said, time flies when you have fun.

Lee Ju-Yong was surprised when the other suggested for him to drive him to and from the academy. It made his heart flutter at the thought of them going to and from work together. He couldn't help but smile widely, not bothering with the fact that it was blatant that he liked the idea. Though, he wondered whether it was really no trouble. "Are you sure? I don't want to be of inconvenience to you." The male replied as he reached below him to grab his bundle of used clothes from the day before.

He wondered whether his mother would hammer him for making her worried yesterday. She might even be suspicious of why he was wearing such nice-looking clothes today compared to his usual preference for tracksuits.

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pasta · May 28, 2019

Sin. Bo. Kang

i feel like i'm losing control. maybe i should let myself go because this is so predictable

Bo Kang shook his head. “No, it’s fine. I get up early anyway, so I have plenty of time -- It really wouldn’t affect me too much,” He reassured before halting the vehicle and switching it to park in front of the elder’s house. “Just don’t leave me hanging in the car for too long,” He added jokingly. He supposed their time had come to an end as soon as the car had been shifted into a different gear. He wanted the last few moments together to go by at the speed mud oozes down a hill, but he knew it would go by in the blink of an eye.

The instructor entertained the idea of going into a brief kiss, but it felt like too much for their current relationship title. “Oh, you should probably get going, huh?” He spoke up as he rubbed the back of his neck. “I mean, your parents are probably worried. Disappearing the night before and not coming back until the early evening probably put a lot of stress on them -- even with your friend checking on you.”

He had forgotten about the other’s friend appearing and then vanishing minutes afterward. It brought an amused glint to his eyes. He supposed when they were younger, Ju Yong’s parents always seemed cool, but with the limited information he knew now, it seemed they had a firm grip on their son. It was like they were clutching him at the ear, or maybe he misread the situation. He couldn’t understand why someone in their mid-twenties was still living with their parents. Perhaps it was because he moved out as soon as he possibly could, and he didn’t feel the need to depend on them. However, he did often meet with his mother for dinner or lunch to discuss how his life was going.

“Alright, tomorrow I’ll pick you up at seven-thirty. It gives us time to get breakfast or just in case there’s too much work-related traffic. Sound good?” He asked as he glanced from Ju Yong to the other’s home. “And, you can’t leave me hanging. If you do, I may fall asleep in my car, and it’ll mess up my whole schedule.” Over the years of intense skating practice, Bo Kang had become very calculated with time. He made sure to estimate how much time each errand or travel would take and plan exactly when to leave. He tried winging once during his teenage years, and he was late for skating practice. ~~Makomin~~

Makomin · May 29, 2019

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Location: Bo-Kang's car

Feeling: what i do now? bO KANG DO SOMETHING
[/div][div class=name]Lee Ju-Yong [/div]

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[div class=hidescrollcontent][div class=contentbox]7:30 in the morning?!

The mental alarm clock that was slightly rusty in Lee Ju-Yong's mind rang as he assessed the time he needed to wake up to enjoy a car ride and especially, Bo-Kang's company. Being the less meticulous and organised person he was, the brunet never really took extra time into careful consideration whenever he had to get ready for the next day of work unless there was something extra he needed to plan or do. Work started at 9 o'clock and it takes the male about twenty minutes to reach the academy by bus.

As such, he woke up at 8:10 in the morning, leaves the house by 8:25 and boards the 8:30 am bus. It made him question whether his adulting choices were really efficient in the sense whereby he's able to optimise as many sleep hours as possible or whether he was an irresponsible twat who manages to scrape through being an adult. Though he would need to be up forty minutes (fifty if he rushed preparations) earlier than usual, Ju-Yong had to admit that being able to eat a proper breakfast would probably give him more energy in the morning. He usually ate a slice of toast or nothing at all.

"Okay, I'll see you then." He gave a small smile just as they pulled up to the front of his house. "My mum, mostly. She's getting at that age where we see each other less because of work." He said in response to the other's reply. Truth be told, though it was partially true that himself and his mother tried to spend as much time together as possible, he knew that she was still wary of his whereabouts because of his past with being suspended from ice-skating. After being suspended, Ju-Yong fell into a stupor of sorts whereby he was disoriented at times, unsure of what to do at times and was actually lost. It has been six years since he had recovered but Lee Ju-Yong knew that a mother's worry would last for long periods of time.

He thought for a moment before deciding to share his thoughts, "Well, actually, my mum thought I was almost depressed after being suspended seven years ago. I guess she still worries about me even until now." He said it nonchalantly but it was obvious that residing feelings on ice-skating still haunted him. But the brunet was glad that he is able to be more open with Bo-Kang now compared to before.

Ju-Yong was the type of person who smiled a lot by default. But after being open to the other, he was able to say that even the melancholy memories presented before, even talking about it brought a genuine smile to his face. He was glad, that despite everything, he was able to experience such. When the other male had parked his car, Ju-Yong wondered whether he should say goodbye and just leave or do something.

What do people in movies do?

He was about to think further when he reprimanded himself. The last time he made an assumption, he thought he'd rubbed butts with the other male. Lee Ju-Yong figured that being himself in a situation like this would be better than acting strangely. With that being said, he placed his hand over Bo-Kang's left hand before saying, "I'll see you tomorrow. Drive safe." He then grinned his signature Golden Retriever smile before proceeding to opening the door of the car.

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pasta · May 31, 2019

Sin. Bo. Kang

i feel like i'm losing control. maybe i should let myself go because this is so predictable

Bo Kang remained silent while Ju Yong explained his mother’s reasoning for being worried. He nodded with understanding, but he still unable to respond. While he could relate to the situation, he found finding comforting advice to be difficult, so nothing came out. His responses were usually one-word answers, and he felt they made him sound uninterested and rude. Perhaps staying silent made them even worse, but after a swift hum, Ju Yong was already getting ready to waltz out of the car.

He would’ve let him if the other’s puppy-like smile hadn’t graced his eyes.

“Wait, Ju Yong,” He began as he unbuckled his own seatbelt. He was going to kiss him, or something of that sort. He needed a way to completely distinguish himself from his teenage self. He supposed it was like a strange healing process or a way to gain some confidence in his romantic actions. Pulling the belt off himself completely, he leaned forward to plant a kiss against the elder’s cheek; it was sweet and brief. He supposed it wasn’t a confident kiss like he wanted it to be, but he reminded himself that baby steps were best in relationships.

“That was it,” He muttered as he pulled away into his own seat, smiling a small smile. “I think I’ve kept you too long,” He said as he glanced at the time on his phone. It was true; he kept delaying everything with continuing the conversation and branching off into different topics. He had been enjoying their time together with a little too much, and he wanted to stop himself before he got greedy.

“I’ll see you tomorrow morning,” His eyebrows raised slightly to show he was serious about picking the other up the neighboring morning. The last thing he wanted was to be sitting in front of Ju Yong’s home, waiting for way longer than he needed to, while his lack of sleep caught up to him. He wouldn’t be able to drive afterward for a solid twenty minutes. ~~Makomin~~

Makomin · Jun 1, 2019

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Location: Bo-Kang's car

Feeling: "doN'T CHANGE BOY LIKE U CHANGE TSHIRT" - Ju-Yong's mum
[/div][div class=name]Lee Ju-Yong [/div]

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[div class=hidescrollcontent][div class=contentbox]It would have been a lie if Ju-Yong told himself he wasn't expecting anything from Bo-Kang. Though he wouldn't blatantly admit it, he did want a soppy, little line given by Bo-Kang. Or even a hug of sorts. However, he was prepared to accept that was not going to happen when he felt a pair of lips pressed softly against his cheek. It was so sudden that all he did in response was to be wide-eyed at him. Considering they had literally shared a kiss in the academy, one would think it would be less impactful for a peck on the cheek to occur. However, the male found himself stuttering as he wished the male goodnight.

"Y-Y-Yeah, see you t-tomorrow." He said before grinning a little. Before the other could say anything, he found himself out of the car as he made his way to his front door. For some reason, the little gesture made his insides flutter which caused him to stumble a step or two. Once he had reached his door, he turned to wave back at Bo-Kang before entering his house.

It was like he was a teenage girl who had gotten her first kiss and was thinking about it. Giggling to himself softly, he found the sight meeting him at the other end of the door was his both parents seated on the sofa, watching television but their eyes were glued to him, obviously wondering what in the world is wrong with their son.

-----

The sound of a phone ringing triggered a soft groan from the mattress just as a hand extended to swipe the alarm off.

It was now seven ten in the morning and Ju-Yong considered sleeping in. He wondered whether having Bo-Kang fetch him everyday from now on was a good idea, considering he could've gotten an hour of sleep in if he had decided to just rush and take the bus. Though, the thought of seeing the other male made him sit up on his bed before yanking his own behind out of bed.

His hair was a mess but he didn't care as he walked towards the door of his room just as he grabbed his towel off his chair. As he entered the bathroom, Ju-Yong had missed the confused looks of both his parents, similar to the one they had the night before, wondering what in the world had happened to their son.

It took him about ten minutes to wash up and get ready, considering he had developed the habit of rushing. He sighed aloud as he took a seat on the couch in the living room. He had five minutes to spare and he wondered whether he should spend them closed or to just wait outside.

He was about to do the latter when he heard his mother clear her throat.

"What are you doing up this early? The last time you were up this early was when Nari dropped you off after you drank like a beggar getting food."

Ju-Yong looked at her figure who had taken a seat opposite him, obviously curious as to what inspired the changes in her son.

"Don't worry, mum. My friend's just picking me up for work. He'll be here any minute now."

His mother raised her eyebrow, obviously curious as she had never heard of a friend he had had in the academy who drove him anywhere.

"Who-" But before she could finish her sentence, he decided that waiting outside would be better, considering Bo-Kang might be outside early.

"I gotta go. I'll talk to you later. Bye mum. Love you." He hastily said before giving her a kiss on the cheek. He then quickly slipped his feet into his shoes before calling out from the door, "Bye, dad! I love you."

Before she could protest any further, he was out the front door, waiting for the Bo-Kang on his porch.

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pasta · Jun 5, 2019

Sin. Bo. Kang

i feel like i'm losing control. maybe i should let myself go because this is so predictable

Bo Kang’s morning started before the sun even had time to peak over the horizon. He couldn’t tell whether it was because he was well rested or because he was excited to pick up Ju Yong. It was the latter. His eyes burned because the Sandman hadn’t worked his magic sand into his eyes well enough, a sign he was still exhausted. He trudged around his apartment like weights were chained to his ankles. He had attempted to fall back asleep, but he couldn’t. His mind was clouded with the worry that he’d be late if sleep washed over him, and shutting his eyes did no good.

His drowsy shuffling under the dim light of the kitchen woke his roommate up, who was sleeping on the living room couch like he was the previous few nights. They held a simple, half-asleep conversation together, but Se Yoon seemed to brighten up as soon as Bo Kang spilled the main reason he was up to early. The instructor nearly choked on his toast as Se Yoon shot up like a rocket, clasping his hands together with an I-told-you-so-look.

“I knew it! Idiot, you tried to deny it,” Se Yoon accused.

Bo Kang was about to deny it, but he couldn’t properly lie without spilling the actual truth. No, they never did anything that bizarre night, but they had decided to date each other the next day. Staying silent for a few moments, he chose his words carefully. “No,” He declared with a strict tone. The laugh from the male before him made his shoulders drop. “What? What’s so funny?”

“It’s just-- ‘No?’ That’s all you have to say, no evidence?” He laughed. “You’re digging a bigger ditch for yourself.”

That was just great. Would Se Yoon ever believe him? Probably not. The man had a thick skull and a stubborn attitude. Getting through to him was like speaking through pure steel. “Whatever,” He groaned, giving up trying to deny anything before pushing past his roommate to reach the bathroom.

--

The sun had finally risen, and the sky was a pretty blue. It was better than the cloudy, purple sky he saw when he woke up. He enjoyed the view as he pulled up to Ju Yong’s house. He hadn’t actually expected the other to be waiting outside for her; he expected the other to be late by a few minutes. But, there he sat, waiting for Bo Kang on the porch. He reached beside himself to unlock the doors before pressing his hand against the steering wheel, releasing it with a ‘beep.’

Throughout his entire ride there, he was trying to figure out where they could stop by for breakfast. He supposed something simple would be best, but they’d be left with too much time to spare. He just wanted a coffee, something to energize his tired mind, but a proper breakfast sounded nice too. But, he’d have to ask Ju Yong what he wanted.

He reached over to the stereo and flipped through the different channels. None of them satisfied them, so he turned off the radio. He'd have to sit through silence for a bit until a conversation bloomed between them. ~~Makomin~~

Makomin · Jun 6, 2019

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Location: Bo-Kang's car

Feeling: my baby tracksuit
[/div][div class=name]Lee Ju-Yong [/div]

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[div class=hidescrollcontent][div class=contentbox]Lee Ju-Yong busied himself as he waited for the ice-skating instructor on the porch of his house. In one hand, he had a paper bag with Bo-Kang's borrowed clothes from the day before. It was common courtesy to wash and return one's clothes after borrowing it but the male wondered whether he should've added a thank you note or maybe a small token of appreciation of sorts. After all, Bo-Kang was definitely got a huge fan of Ju-Yong indulging in his love of tracksuits. Imagine washing all of them together in the same washing machine.

As such, there he was, in a banana-yellow tracksuit seated on the porch of his own house, undoubtedly looking like yet again, a hobo who had no purpose in life and spent his day lazing around computer cafes, playing games. Though, it was evident that he was happy because the male seemed to be smiling as he waited for the arrival of Bo-Kang. At the sound of a car horn and a familiar car, he almost jumped up and jolted for the car. He was obviously excited to meet the other male.

Just in time, the small shift of a window curtain was drawn back and a pair of eyes that resembled Ju-Yong's mother peeped out of it, curious as to who this friend of Ju-Yong was.

Making his way into the car, the male handed over the paper bag to the other before grinning, "I've washed your clothes from yesterday. Don't worry, I didn't wash them with my tracksuit from the day before." He then proceeded to buckle his seat belt before leaning into his seat.

Facing the other, he asked, "How was your sleep? It would've been nice if I could've gotten an hour of sleep more but I get to see you. So, it's fine." He said it almost nonchalantly, a change from how he was yesterday, a blubbering embarrassed mess. It was as though some sleep was enough to get him more functional, in a sense.

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pasta · Jun 9, 2019

Sin. Bo. Kang

they say that the world was built for two.

Bo Kang graciously took the paper bag, carefully making sure not to crease it while turning to place it in the back seat. “Thanks.” He let out a quiet, brief chuckle at the mention of not washing it with a tracksuit. As if he was actually bothered by such a mundane thing. Clothing that he didn’t particularly like could still mix and wash with his own -- as long as he didn’t have to wear those tracksuits ever again, he was happy. “I wouldn’t have minded if they’d wash together anyway. They’re all being cleaned, aren’t they? But, it’s the thought that counts.”

As the topic of sleeping came up, he couldn’t help but find the ending of Ju Yong’s statement sweet. “Mmm, maybe go to bed early next time early,” He teased. “I slept okay though -- I woke up way earlier than I should’ve. I don’t know why,” He lied with a shrug. He knew exactly why, but he wasn’t about to expose himself like that. “I just couldn’t go back to bed.”

The instructor leaned forward to give a simple peck to Ju Yong but stopped himself when he noticed a pair of eyes peeking out from between the curtains. He moved his head with a slight tilt of his head to get a better view of the face. He assumed it was Ju Yong’s mother, and he gave an amused huff before straightening himself up and sitting with his back against the seat. “I think your mom is peeping in on you,” He pointed out.

He wondered if the woman remembered him. It had been a collection of years, and he had grown quite bit mentally and physically. But, like everyone else, he still held features of his younger self. Thinking about that led to him wondering if Ju Yong’s mother knew or had suspicions of Ju Yong’s sexuality. Bo Kang’s own mother was fine with it, while his father was just finally coming around to accept him.

He always felt worried for anyone he dated, and he had a fear their parents would disown them. Perhaps it was due to a rather traumatic experience from his first serious relationship. Being slapped in the face and cussed out by a boyfriend’s mother was a memory that stuck out like a sore thumb. Someone yelling at him always seeped its way into the scarring memory section of his brain.

“I was thinking about what to do for breakfast,” He began. “We have a lot of time for it -- I think.” ~~Makomin~~

Makomin · Jun 11, 2019

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Location: Bo-Kang's car

Feeling: mum wh y
[/div][div class=name]Lee Ju-Yong [/div]

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[div class=hidescrollcontent][div class=contentbox]At the suggestion of sleeping early, Lee Ju-Yong debated before coming to a conclusion that, he could try doing that but for some reason, whenever he looked at the time for a minute before doing something, time always flies by. It could be because he gets absorbed in whatever he's doing but he had always enjoyed sleeping in more rather than sleeping early. As such, he frowned slightly and was about to reply him when Bo-Kang leaned over.

He knew that they just started dating and have kissed before but he didn't think the ice-skating instructor would be this affectionate, even when the two of them alone. But then again, when the latter accepted someone as a friend or in this case, someone they're dating, he does tend to open up. He guess it was expected. He was gladly going to accept it when the other male stopped short, informing him of his mother peeking behind the curtains at them.

Following his words, he really did find his short mother squinting at the both of them in the car, wondering what they were doing. Ju-Yong closed his eyes for a moment, obviously disliking that she had to peek just in time as they were about to kiss. He then used his hand before gesturing for her to go back inside, almost like shoo-ing a cat away. He then placed both palms together, begging her just before the older woman followed through with his plead.

He sighed before giving a small smile, "My mum has only met Nari so she gets curious everytime someone comes to the house. Well, near the house." His stomach growled just in time at the word 'breakfast' and he couldn't help but laugh sheepishly.

"Let's have some noodles." He suggested, obviously excited at the thought of having it for breakfast. He quickly fastened his seatbelt before turning to Bo-Kang. An idea popped in his head and he could only blush before he pulled the seatbelt with him, stretching it before giving the other male a light peck on the lips-- the one Ju-Yong was to receive before his mother was caught peeping.

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pasta · Jun 11, 2019

Sin. Bo. Kang

they say that the world was built for two.

“Noodles,” Bo Kang repeated with a nod. He couldn’t think of any noodles shops off the top of his head. He turned to ask if there was a specific place he wanted to eat at, but his attempt was cut off with a stolen peck. He blinked for a few moments as his face slightly flushed. The instructor wasn’t expecting the sudden affection from Ju Yong. Regardless of his shock, he looked fondly at the other before reaching out to ruffle his hair.

“I wasn’t expecting such a sudden attack from you.”

Turning the car keys and switching the gear into drive, he begun their search for a noodle shop. But, they didn’t get that far before he remembered they needed a set destination. It was better than driving around aimlessly, and possibly finding a 1-star rated restaurant and potentially getting a horrible case of food poisoning. He pulled over for a moment before explaining himself, “I think I need to find a destination before I leave the neighborhood.”

He simply searched ‘noodle restaurant into his phone and watched as numerous locations popped up on the screen. He wanted to find an affordable restaurant, but also a highly rated one. Humming under his breath, his eyes scanned over descriptions and various reviews. “What about this one?” He asked as he leaned over to show Ju Yong his phone.

As he was holding the phone out to him, he noticed a text notification from Se Yoon. It was something about wanting Bo Kang to take him out for a drink, so he didn’t have to drink any more syrup. It was some stupid inside joke that began after Se Yoon tried to drink syrup because he refused to drink tap. “Oh god, ignore that,” He sighed with a slight shake of his head. “He’s in the middle of a mental breakdown.” He turned his attention back to the restaurant and pointed to the pricing on the screen. “But, this place is four stars, which seems pretty good, and it’s pretty close,” He explained as he brought the phone back to his lap. ~~Makomin~~

Makomin · Jun 15, 2019

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Location: Bo-Kang's car

Feeling: pure soju is for people who hates themselves. get flavoured soju.
[/div][div class=name]Lee Ju-Yong [/div]

[/div]
[div class=hidescrollcontent][div class=contentbox]Despite the slight initial embarrassment he first felt, Lee Ju-Yong felt as though he could get used to physical affection. At the other's flushed face, he couldn't help but laugh before saying, "You're cute, Bo-Kang." If memory serves him right, the other hated being called cute in the past. He'd always give Ju-Yong a frown and at the most, not talk to him for a few hours. It made an aggravating effect on Ju-Yong because it just made him think Bo-Kang was cuter when he pouted. Though, the ruffle of his hair made him grin widely-- at times like these, he couldn't help but wonder whether he was a dog in the past who was reincarnated to be a human because he was a very good boy.

At the suggestion of a specific restaurant, Ju-Yong nodded before his eyes followed the text bubble that was floated on the top of his phone screen. He didn't mean to but his eyes immediately went to it. Though he was about to ignore it, the fact that Bo-Kang's roommate saying he had been drinking syrup was slightly alarming. Ju-Yong's eyes widen at the message before the ice-skating instructor informed him of the context.

Ju-Yong's mouth made a small 'o' in understanding before nodding his head, seemingly processing this piece of information. After awhile, he suggested, "Maybe all of us could drink together? Se Yoon seems nice." It was ironic because Ju-Yong had completely forgotten about the day before's episode whereby he assumed Bo-Kang and himself had entered different thresholds, literally.

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pasta · Jun 17, 2019

Sin. Bo. Kang

they say that the world was built for two.

All of them drinking together sounded like hell, maybe even worse. It would be awful, especially since Se Yoon still believes the two skipped every base and advanced straight to a home run. The man was an idiot when it came to Bo Kang’s romantic affairs, and he’d often try to leak himself into it to get odd details about them. But, without any substance being in his and Ju Yong’s relationship, he doubted Se Yoon would learn anything, and he’d probably drink himself in a slobbering mess. Unfortunately, that would lead to more intrusive questions, which neither of them could answer.

“I don’t think that would be too good of an idea,” he pointed out as he started up the car once again. He didn’t want to break it to him that his roommate would become questionable with the things he said and asked. But, acting like Se Yoon was some animal that couldn’t hang out with them was selfish. “I mean.” He cleared his throat. “If you really want to, I can ask him. Shouldn’t affect any of his nearly workless schedule.” He couldn’t help but take a small dig at Se Yoon’s employment status. It amused him how much his roommate bounced from job to job.

Drinking out with both of them meant he would have to be the designated driver. From what he could see, both liked to drink too much and forget everything hence the horrible situation Ju Yong and Bo Kang faced the previous day. He found he was learning and trying new things now that he had reconnected with his old skating buddy. The instructor was becoming the designated driver now -- how great.

Maybe if he beat one of them to it and chugged down shots like a tonic medicine, he wouldn’t have to drive. But when blackout drunk, he was cryer and a sulker. He couldn’t risk Ju Yong being the sober one and witnessing several mental breakdowns. So, he’d have to keep his drink count on the low. He was thinking into it, wasn’t he? They hadn’t even planned anything; it was only a mere suggestion from the older.

He glanced in his rear-view mirror, only to be met with some imbecile riding far too close to his bumper. “Why do people feel the need to ride my ass?” It put him on edge rather than anger him. If he stopped short, his car’s back half would be damaged. He released his eyes’ grip on the car behind them after a second or two and planted them back on the road. “I wish people kept themselves far enough back. This is so fucking stupid of them,” he said with a disapproving shake of the head. ~~Makomin~~

Makomin · Jun 20, 2019

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[div class=picbox][div class=locbox]
Location: Bo-Kang's car

Feeling: riding his ass? and i- oop
[/div][div class=name]Lee Ju-Yong [/div]

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[div class=hidescrollcontent][div class=contentbox]Just as Bo-Kang replied, the male had a small flashback to the events that had not only occurred the night the both of them had drank (mostly on his part to the point of crossing what is known as wasted) but also the day before when he had made an assumption that the two of them have engaged in sexual relations. He was about to scrape the idea of the three of them drinking together when he remembered what the other male's roommate had asked the night after he sobered up.

Lee Ju-Yong paused for a moment as he thought back to what Se-Yoon had asked before his face turned a slight red. Sometimes he wish he wasn't as naive as he always was because right now, all he could think about was how he falsely confirmed to the male that the ice skating instructor and himself have done the nasty. The brunet couldn't help but rub his temple as he figured out what he was to say to Bo-Kang if he ever felt the need to bring it up alongside how he would correct his idiotic self to Se Yoon the next time they meet.

He wondered how he should bring it up when the male next to him started cursing at the driver behind him that was tailgating the both of them. Ju-Yong leaned forward to glance out at the side mirror on his side, squinting as he tried to see who the driver. Ju-Yong tried his best but couldn't make out the driver's features. "Maybe move to the side?" It didn't help that the road facing Ju-Yong's house was a two-way street that allowed for both cars to squeeze just nicely next to each other.

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pasta · Jun 23, 2019

Sin. Bo. Kang

they say that the world was built for two.

Bo Kang took his Ju Yong’s words into consideration. But, before he could pull over and let the driver pass, the car before him cut short due to a vehicle running a red light through the cross-section. Of course, Bo Kang being a responsible driver, he had enough space to stop, but the behind after him wasn’t so prepared and rammed right into his bumper. The instructor found himself and the car jolt forward, a traumatic experience. His car, his precious baby’s back was destroyed by some sick individual with bad driving habits. Immediately, he pulled his automobile over before letting out a brief exhale of furry.

Rather than lash out at the air with a loud outburst of swears, he calmly looked towards the male in the passenger seat. “Are you okay?” He asked with concern. Perhaps it was a simple smash to the bumper, but it still caused a little bit of whiplash. “Did you get a carpet burn from the belt?” He said, referring to his neck. “Or did you hit your head?”

Although he remained calm, his interior was aflame. Some of that fiery red was leaking through to the tips of his ears. How was he supposed to speak to the asshole who rammed his car? He pulled his hand from the steering wheel. God was testing his limits with the retired skater. It would make a good story to look back on. But, any composure he once held disappeared once he caught a good look at the driver.

He didn’t know what more heartbreaking, the fact his car’s ass was busted or the fact that he knew who had done it personally. The person knocked on his window. Bo Kang rolled the window down, forcing him to become face to face with the familiar countenance.

Calm calm calm…

Bon Seung, one of the few skating people he stayed in touch with after ghosting everyone in his life. But, perhaps it was because his mother was childhood friends with his mother. Whichever, he couldn’t get rid of him until he moved out. He couldn’t go one day of hanging out with Bon Seung without his mother bringing up the fact that they liked playing “husband and wife” as children. It was a week of reuniting, wasn’t it? At least they were all well acquainted with each other, so discussing the car damage wouldn't be too awkward.

“Hey, Bo Kang.”

“Bon Seung."

"Sorry..."
~~Makomin~~

Makomin · Jun 24, 2019

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Location: Bo-Kang's car

Feeling: bo-kang finna yeet someone out
[/div][div class=name]Lee Ju-Yong [/div]

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[div class=hidescrollcontent][div class=contentbox]At the sudden jerk of the car, Bo-Kang's body followed suit. It wasn't too bad of a brake but it was definitely not expected. In cases like these, Ju-Yong thinks back to the numerous driving classes he had taken in the past whereby his instructor constantly emphasised the importance of the safety belt albeit the male already having fastened it immediately after entering the car. The jolt had caused the seatbelt to leave a small trace of redness imprinted onto the epidermis of his neck.

It didn't hurt but of course, when he reached for it, it wasn't the most comfortable. He was lucky he hadn't hit his head against the window or anything. Reassuring the ice-skating instructor, Lee Ju-Yong replied, "Yeah, I'm fine. Are you alright, Bo-Kang?" He leaned forward to roughly check the other male bit determined that the only thing hurt was probably his car and his feelings. Or well, to be exact, his annoyance.

The brunet wondered whether the person who had rammed into the back of Bo-Kang's car would do a hit-and-run. It wasn't common but there have definitely been cases like those. Thankfully (was it really thankfully?) enough, the driver of said car had taken the initiative to approach Bo-Kang's driver's seat. As the window went down, the face of a male that seemed familiar caused slight confusion within Ju-Yong. Did he know him?

From his part-time jobs previously? A customer? Someone he went to school with? A skater-

That's it.

If he remembered correctly, Bon-Seung was a skater from Bo-Kang's university. The three of them had hung out before with their respective teams and together too but never really alone.

"Bon-Seung-sshi?" Ju-Yong called out, obviously not aware of the rather awkward nature that presented itself between the other two males.

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pasta · Jun 25, 2019

Sin. Bo. Kang

they say that the world was built for two.

A familiar face. Bo Kang was still deciding whether it was a blessing or a curse. It had been a few weeks since he last saw Bon Seung, and he wasn’t pleased with the current situation they met in again. With that in mind, he decided it was a cold, curse and it would do a deal on their friendship. Bon Seung was a good guy, but a horribly clumsy skater; he’d trip over his skates until the day of the competition, where he’d magically fix that problem and wow the judges with his elegant moves. Clearly, he was also clumsy with driving.

At the mention of his name, Bon Seung squinted slightly and tilted his head to get a better view of the speaker. “Oh, Ju Yong, how are you doing? Been awhile, huh? Sucks we have to all reunite in such a terrible situation -- which I’m extremely sorry for.” He paused briefly. “I didn’t know you two were still friends.”

“You don’t know a lot of things, like how to keep fucking space from the car in front of you,” Bo Kang suddenly said as he glared at his “friend.” The instructor had never been in an accident before this, and frankly, he had no clue what to do. They couldn’t get the car fixed now, work and breakfast still had to happen. This minor inconvenience would have to be solved some other time.

“Listen,” The car crasher started. “I’ll pay for everything-”

“Yeah, no shit you will.” Sighing, the male looked towards the steering wheel. “I have work, so I can’t do this now.” He paused. “But, fucker, I will be in contact.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Bon Seung laughed. “Just text me.” His eyes focused on Ju Yong for a few moments suspiciously. “What are you guys doing together though? I thought you guys didn’t speak anymore. I mean, Bo Kang, you said you didn't...”

Bo Kang felt he was exposed for some form of favoritism in who he chose to ghost. His face felt hot, and his limbs felt heavy. Maybe it wasn’t a big deal, friends fell out of friendship all the time, but he still felt guilty. He ditched those who he didn’t want to see his crippling failure. “We found out we worked together,” he explained. "So, we reconnected."

"Oh yeah? Where are you guys working?"

"Maybe we should talk about this later." Bo Kang glanced towards Ju Yong with an apologetic look. Bon Seung was a talker, and the instructor didn't think Ju Yong wanted to listen to their old pal talk their ears off. "We're planning on getting breakfast, and time is dwindling down. I'm also extremely angry at your stupidity." ~~Makomin~~

Makomin · Jun 27, 2019

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Location: Bo-Kang's car

Feeling: i'M HUNGRY.
[/div][div class=name]Lee Ju-Yong [/div]

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[div class=hidescrollcontent][div class=contentbox]Any regular person would assume the cursing that streamed out of Bo-Kang's mouth like pre-planned television programmes was that he was ready to beat the heck out of the other male. However, more than anything, Ju-Yong just figured that the ice-skating instructor was annoyed. Not only was he hungry and afraid to be late for work but someone had literally hit his car, causing damage. To what degree, the male couldn't tell but it was certainly not just a scratch.

"We should hang out sometime, Bon-Sueng-sshi." The male blurted out, his immediate response of having met an old acquaintance. He wondered whether he could call them friends. He doubted it but maybe one day. Then again, maybe not. Lee Ju-Yong had always been extroverted, coined as the social butterfly of whichever group he was in. Even when there were members other particularly hated, that never stopped him from trying his best to still be social with them. To a certain extent, it was a weakness of his. He's always been rather conscious of what other people thought of him-- though not physically, considering he rocks the homeless bum look.

He was about to say something when the cause of the accident spoke up about how he assumed Bo-Kang never did something. He wanted to ask what it was when Bo-Kang changed the subject, mentioning how they had to head to work and etc. "Bo-Kang's a great instructor." He voiced out with a wide smile.

Though he did want to catch up with him, he somehow finally, got the feeling that Bo-Kang wasn't that much in a mood to talk to him. "I'll see you some other time." He ended the exchange with a small wave before leaning back into his seat, ready for when the other male was to leave. Though, he wondered whether it would be a better idea for Bo-Kang to check the damage first before leaving.

"Will you be checking the damages?" He asked the male, curiously considering the other isn't as inclined towards taking care of his own car.

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pasta · Jun 30, 2019

Sin. Bo. Kang

they say that the world was built for two.

The car actually took damage, and Bo Kang had forgotten it. He had been so wrapped up in his anger that he forgot the car had cosmetic damages. The realization brought him a new feeling of irritation that racked at his insides. He suppressed his look of surprise by pressing his lips into a thin line and nodding. “I will right now,” he muttered as he opened the car door, forcing Bon Seung to move out of them to prevent getting hit.

It was worse than he thought. The back looked like it had been replaced with crinkled paper. The accident didn’t leave it looking too serious, but it didn’t look like it was in the best shape either. The tail lights had been shattered, and the shards had been left in the lane where the accident had happened. He felt bad for Bon Seung; he had to pay for both his and the instructor’s car damages. ~~He did deserve it.~~

Placing his hand on the back of his neck, he inspected the car before voicing his annoyance. “Wow, idiot, it’s worse than expected,” the skating teacher said as he turned towards his friend. “I’m not looking forward to driving around in a car with a rear that looks more like a --” He stopped himself, not because he felt regretful, but because he couldn’t come up with a simile. i

Bon Seung who had been silent throughout his “scolding” finally spoke. “Alright, I get it. Your car looks like shit, but I can’t continue to talk, I have somewhere to be. I’m going out to breakfast with my girlfriend, and she's probably pissed I took so long. Sorry!”

And he wasn’t trying to do the same?

“What?” He questioned. The man minutes before was trying to stretch their conversation, but now that Bo Kang knew the damage, he was trying to leave. “You know what -- fine, I’ll see you later.” The instructor sighed. “Have a nice breakfast.” He fabricated his sincerity with a smile, cloaking his irritability. They bid each other an awkward farewell and returned back to their own automobiles.

It was brief, but horrible, day-ruining experience, and it left a damper on his mood. It felt like there was a gray, rain cloud hanging above his head. Bo Kang, the once illustrious skater, was letting a simple vehicle bump ruin his day when it used to be a 2nd place that ruined it. He could only question how soft he had become while hoping his feelings would ebb as the day progressed.

He climbed back into the driver's side before looking over the car’s clock. It appeared the pair were blessed with enough time to finish their breakfast. “The back looks bad,” He informed as glanced at Ju Yong. "And I think we still have plenty of time for noodles.” He brushed his bangs out of his face after buckling in his seatbelt. "Thank god we still have that to look forward to." ~~Makomin~~

Makomin · Jul 7, 2019

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Location: Bo-Kang's car

Feeling:

[/div][div class=name]Lee Ju-Yong [/div]

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[div class=hidescrollcontent][div class=contentbox]If it was possible, the male felt even worse for Bo-Kang. Not only did his initial annoyance shot up to full-fledged internal anger from having a car stick so closely to his but also having the same car actually hit the back of his car. It was even worse, in a way that the both of them knew who the cause of the accident was. The brunet felt as though if it was a mere stranger, ending their arguments with monetary compensation, a curse word or two and leaving would have sufficed. However, needing to hold everything together and not break his cool was definitely something that required a lot of patience especially since Bo-Kang is known to be quite blunt and honest in his feelings.

Lee Ju-Yong gave a sigh of relief when the two departed but he almost wished the ice-skating instructor had given Bon-Seung a piece of his mind. Whether it was his fault or not, especially if it was the former, brushing off an accident with the excuse (whether true or not) was a rude move. He could only imagine what Bo-Kang felt. When he entered back into the car, Ju-Yong looked at him, observing him for a few seconds as he mentioned about still getting breakfast with the back of his car probably looking like the surface of a cake that trapped lots of air bubbles.

"I don't mind if you want to go to the workshop or something. We can always get bread from the convenience store nearby the academy. You can even get a receipt or something to deal with the problem faster." Ju-Yong said, wondering whether he should insist or not. They've just started dating and they had all the time in the world for noodles, after all. For Bo-Kang's car, however, was a different story.

Ju-Yong had learned in his lifetime, up until now that dealing with a situation as soon as possible was usually the best call. Who knows? Since it was the start of the day, Bo-Kang might be able to get his car fixed by the end of the day if he was lucky. After all, Bon-Seung's car probably took more damage considering the front of his car housed parts. He then moved his hand forward to help brush away a few strands of Bo-Kang's fringe before adding, "We have lots of time together. Do what you've got to first."

It was almost eight and Ju-Yong remember seeing a workshop or two along his way to work on the bus that opened around the same time. It wouldn't be too much of a wait even if they had to.

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pasta · Jul 19, 2019

Sin. Bo. Kang

they say that the world was built for two.

Bo Kang wallowed in silence briefly after Ju Yong spoke. He thought over his options; getting the problem fixed right away made the most sense, but his stubbornness was preventing him from making the sudden decision. Running his hands through his hair, he nearly opened his mouth to state they would be dropping the car off. He stopped himself at the realization he had let Bon Seung go without any repercussions; the man was eating breakfast with his girlfriend, and he probably forgot about the accident. Could he really call him in? He supposed he could get in contact with his insurance company, and work out the kinks later on, after work.

There was a larger possibility they’d be late for work if he had to go through copious amounts of paperwork. But with further thinking, he knew was just making up excuses at this point, which caused him to let out an unsettled sigh. He could never fully understand why he had trouble picking the best option for himself whenever the best option hurt his timed and carefully planned out schedule. It was a trait originating from his father’s side of the family, and it was clear Bo Kang had his father’s personality and his mother’s looks.

The swift brush of his bangs reminded him they were on a dwindling time budget. However, Ju Yong’s world halted that thought process, and Bo Kang nodded. There would be plenty of times where they could go out for breakfast, car accident-free. “That’s true. There may not even be any workshops open by the end of the school day anyway. Now's the right time if I ever want it to be fixed.” Although he had simmered down on the time breaching anger, the instructor was still fuming at Bon Seung, and he swore if he’d have to see him again that day, he’d punch him. He supposed payment options would be resolved after the car had been fixed anyway, so he’d have a school day to calm down over it -- still, he regretted not properly expressing his anger to his friend.

“I’ll have to take pictures of the back and get in contact with my insurance company,” he explained as he twisted the keys to turn on the car’s engine. He was pretty sure if the damage was bad enough, his insurance company would give him a rental, but his vehicle wasn’t dangerously damaged. He adjusted his seatbelt before curling his fingers around the steering wheel, while his mind tried to recall any auto shops they may have passed while driving. He never focused on the businesses or the homes lining the street, his eyes were always on the road, whether he was daydreaming or not. He thought he had spotted one a few streets back, on the corner of another main road, but he couldn’t be one-hundred percent sure.

“Wasn’t there an auto shop a street or two back?” he asked cooly. “We can drop it off there, and I guess I’ll pick it up with Bon Seung whenever it’s finished.” He was already estimating how long dropping it off would take, of course, he was overexaggerating his estimate just in case. The longest it could possibly take would be a half an hour -- that’s if he didn’t need to get ahold of Bon Seung right away. He wished he was slurping down some type of noodle dish rather than dealing with an infuriating wreck of a car.

"And, Ju Yong, I'm really sorry about all this. I swear, my morning aren't usually shitty like this," He joked, in an attempt to lighten up his own mood." ~~Makomin~~

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