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Hey, you! Don’t be scared off by the URL. automaticfurytaco is a single-muse RP blog, dedicated to a beautiful OC of mine, Ga Sungil. Literate, SFW, writing may include mature themes. Mun 25+. Active on Twitter @ gasuuung

“Damn, you look rough.” 

A nice, little welcome. It’s Sungil at the foot of her bed, merely stopping and taking in the state of her body. It’s not far from what he just mused out, really. She looks like she’s sleeping. Deep, deep asleep and gone somewhere beyond the realm of this moment. She’s resting, isn’t she? Machines beep in the background, showing readings of her vitals and whatnot---it’s mostly nonsense to him. He can tell her heart is beating. 

The man moves closer, to the side of her bed, and squats down to be closer to her level. “It’s the blue guy here. I was told you may hear what’s happening around you, so.. I hope I didn’t startle you. But.. hey. I’m going to spend a moment here and letting you know you’re in my thoughts. Don’t ask me how heard about all this, tho.” 

She has always seemed so eager to learn and better herself. Perhaps even more so now, her curiosity taking steps ahead and introducing her to new discoveries. There is an odd sense of.. something. A misunderstood soul. She reminds him of a bird learning to fly and spread her wings. But now, she’s sleeping.

He glances at the room around them. Quiet it is, besides the constant reminders of her being tied to cables and machines. It’s not that he despises being here, altho.. for some part, he does. He’s not here for himself now. He’s here for her. 

“You don’t actually look so bad, by the way. I don’t know if this is the way want your fringe styled, tho,” he says, his tone remaining low. “It’s been colder out there, too. I’ve had to resort to much warmer clothing while riding the motorcycle in the morning. I don’t mind. I’ll have a gig again soon, too. I think you’d also want to join. More to come. Can’t wait to see you there again once you’re on your feet. Blue will be one the setlist for that.”

He glances out of the window now. The sky is slowly darkening, signaling the day coming to an end---the time when the sun sleeps.  

Having Natsuki sit behind him on the couch massaging his shoulders while he sits on the floor and contemplates life choices wasn't planned, but that is where he finds himself. Tea waiting on the table, comfortable chatter filling the space around them. It's only then when he realises her fingers have moved, doing something almost equally relaxing around the painful areas of his head.

“For someone who is so concerned about my marital status, you surely sabotage it well,” Sungil muses aloud as he watches the chaos Soyee left behind in his bathroom. It’s not messy, she has simply left her belongings all over the place. Shampoo and conditioner bottles, jasmine and coconut scented body wash, a pink sponge, loose hairs on the shower tiles.

The culprit, already dressed, dries off her hair and merely stares at her brother standing at the doorway. “Huh? What are you saying?” 

“You’re sabotaging my relationships,” he repeats nodding towards the shower and its questionable state, his tone indicating humour despite the gist of seriousness. “If I bring a girl here and she sees long hair on the wall and peachy raspberry shampoos, what do you think she’s gonna think? You think she’s gonna believe when I say ‘My sister acts like she lives here’? No, she’s gonna think ‘Oh, you goddamn cheater'. That's not my hair on the wall."

Soyee turns to look at the root cause of the accusations she has been presented and for a moment she can’t even argue back.

“Why wouldn’t she believe you? I can back you up,” she retorts as a desperate attempt to win. Her smile grows wider with laughter spilling through her lips despite her effort to remain true to her serious statement. 

Sungil keeps his composure and motions towards each source of complaint individually. “Instead of cleaning after yourself? No. This doesn’t make me look good. You, you’re the problem. You and your shampoos, and especially that hair you leave behind. A turn off, immediately."

“Yah! It’s the life with long hair. I can’t help it,” she says leaving her towel hanging on the door, strutting away with his disapproving gaze glued to her back. “Besides, I simply forget. Sorry.” 

The man scoffs upon yet again accepting the fact this is his life and he’s living it in a constant whirlwind of being the beloved brother of another charismatic soul. Something tells him he is about to clean off her hair from his bathroom wall a few more times.

“It’s hard to be related to you, Soyee.”

“Love you too, Sungie.” 

@littlebutternattie; continued how naturally sungil could dive in and capture her deepest emotions and thoughts was something that she found to be a wonderful mystery; the way he breaks her shell open without any hesitation, freeing her from the shackles that weighed her down even at the cost of conjuring more pain to throb in her veins. he is the only confident and capable person to do such act; the only one natsuki trusts her whole life with knowing that after each surge of ache that dared to eat her alive, sungil always finds and gathers her broken pieces, restoring them back to how they – she used to be. the silence that was once thick and burdening feels less tense now that the cat is out of the bag. and as expected, sungil easily pinpoints her inner turmoil even with her simply uttering: 𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒚. the man astoundingly turns such despicable emotion into something that could possibly make a human beautiful in its own way. with her lungs not crushed into pulp anymore, the grip she has on his shirt loosens up at the same time yet she makes no move to pull back from his hold. she likes it here. she likes his warmth that made her feel safe and loved. “s-she did. she – i wanted 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 and i thought he was 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆. i stupidly assumed that 𝒉𝒆 wanted me back, too.” she mumbles against the soft fabric of his shirt. “and it got the best of me, gil. i ... had this ugly urge to … to rip a 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓’s hands when they said they wanted to touch him.” a wince and a bite on her lower lip. “but believe me, i didn’t give in. i stopped myself from doing so. instead … i lashed out on him.”

Being so shaken up implies things didn’t quite go as planned and left her with no escape, no outlet for the jumbled mind to set free of its turmoil. He opens the gates with firm yet so gentle hands, steps into the maze and finds his way into where it hurts. His presence absorbs the overbearing weight off of her, he sees deep within, seemingly with such ease it’s startling to some. She finds comfort instead, the part that was missing before he stepped into the room. 

“You left that situation feeling like you and your emotions were too much. You’ve felt such a wide range of emotions in such a short amount of time, within that same moment."

Conflict rooted in jealousy. Strong emotion, harsh words, insecurity. She has been left within the whirlwind of feeling so much at once.

"How did he respond to you?"

He lets her simply be and connect back to the secure feeling of being understood and cared for. He wouldn’t let her leave his sight, not for the night ahead. She calms down, little by little, but the man keeps her in his embrace. Comfortable, important.

Sungil lifts his head a little, merely to glance down at her before his cheek rests against her hair again.

“Yah... Yah, Kurumi. Stop. Stop.”  

It’s that time of the day when he looks after Kurumi and Coco, the duo Natsuki felt comfortable enough to leave in his care. Sungil sits on the floor and Kurumi plays with the long sleeve of his shirt, both front paws asking him to play along. He’s calm, still, sitting among the two dogs all by himself. Coco lies down beside his leg without a care in the world while her rascal sister performs her best tricks to get his attention.

“You know, I used to be afraid of you.” His hands remain in light fists, hiding his fingers. “Kind of, at least. I still am. But you’re cool girls. I like you.” For a moment, it seems like Kurumi is listening before she skitters off to fetch one of her toys and shows it to him like she just found the answer to all of his problems. Maybe she’s right.  

“Just play? Aren’t you going to take responsibility for your behaviour?” Kurumi is the one with louder barks and eccentric antics he still can’t predict. She shakes her toy and brings it closer to his hand. “No? I see. What a little punk,” he mutters and reaches out, palm up and open. Maybe she drops the toy. Maybe he doesn’t need to take it from her. No, that’s where his hand stops.

“This is good, isn’t it? That I’m doing this and I’m here. You’d not hurt me.” It’s easier indoors. A familiar place, filled with memories of shared meals and conversations, makes it better. Sungil takes a deep breath.

“We’re going to take a little walk soon. Let’s call your mama first, let’s show her we’re alright, shall we?”

He told Natsuki he’d keep her updated. He’d tell her peace among them is undisturbed, show her proof of it and share some thoughts gathered along the day. Coco silently agrees and Kurumi now finds his phone more interesting than the toy she’s carrying around.  

“I know, I know. It’s exciting, but can you sit? Kurumi? Ruru, sit, please. It’s alright, I’ll show her to you. Just sit. Or stand, whatever, just don’t jump on me,” he tries to reason with the poodle, watching all of his words go in from one ear and out from the other. The two look at each other for a moment, and somehow telepathy gets his message through and Kurumi momentarily chooses peace.

Natsuki’s voice snaps him out of the staring competition. He locks eyes with her instead, a smile softening his features.