une balle, un mort

tagged by: @jaeneral, a loser nerd. tagging: do this if you want to, and tag me in it (really, i wanna read).

“Gaming is big in the US, yes?” the man asked her.

Briggs nodded and glanced at the young woman that her boss was referring to.

“She’s one of the top gamers – gets lots of people who love watching her streams,” he explained.

“Are you saying that you’re hoping to work with her or has she expressed an interest in working with us for some translator device?” Briggs asked.

“Well I arranged a meeting between the two of you in…oh! Two minutes actually – I’ll introduce you two briefly then I need to meet with an entertainment manager about that custom request for that hot new girl group,” her boss said before walking over and greeting the young woman.

“Sulli I’m the VP of NW Technology,” her boss greeted, “this is Bridgette who is the inventor of the wearable translator devices we’re producing for the market soon. She’ll answer any questions you may have about the products and we’re more than happy to collaborate on a custom piece for you. Bridgette, pardon me, but I need to run. Please message me if you need anything.”

Corporate interest for Jinri comes for her professional alias Sulli, and of course she’s introduced that way. Today she’s spent extra effort in looking presentable. There are certain events in one’s life that must not be underestimated and are meant to be dressed for the occasion. For a professional gamer, right now she doesn’t look much like one. Of course the girl has to. How often do you get to meet someone who invents cool stuff like an instant translator? The future, in the hands of fellow female. 

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(❦ - taehwan reads jinri a book. / ✪ - jinri puts her head on taehwan’s shoulder.)

“I pull him deeper into my mouth so I can feel him at the back of my throat-” A pause, Taehwan’s face is festival of cringing and discomfort. There’s cursing beneath his breath, and for the umpteenth time he wonders why he even agreed to this in the first place. Jinri is roaring with laughter besides him, her arms wrapped around her own middle to attempt to sooth the ache in her belly from how hard she’s been laughing. Especially during the smutty parts. He needs a second to take a deep breath before he continues, “at the back of my throat and then the front again. My tongue swirls around the end. He’s my very own Christian Grey-flavored popsicle.”

Another pause, the book gets lowered when the girl falls of the couch. The girl hasn’t witnessed something this funny in a while, and her obnoxious amusement is loud to say the least. Her fingers wipe at her eyes to get rid of the tears in them. “Ch-Christian Grey-flavored popsicle! What the fuck!” Taehwan snickers at the sight. Seeing the girl lose her shit over a cringy piece of reading material (difficult to call it literature) at least gives him a form of entertainment too. “You good?” He inquires, and only once she’s back on the couch and sitting next to him again, does he clear his throat to continue the narrative.

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jinri has a habit of embellishing – a tendency to exaggerate as she does to her to k/d ratio – which makes it hard to believe anything that she ever has to say. “a decent human being …” he repeats then he pauses, “who does indecent things on camera.” he expects to be hit again which is when he shifts in his seat, away from her and out of her reach. “i also like to think that i’m smart enough to make sure that my webcam is off before deciding to jack off - not that i’d be embarrassed. i just wouldn’t do it for free, you know?”

his moral support is also no act of charity. “promise” he demands with pinky outstretched. “any dessert of my choosing. those are your exact words.”

A gasp. He really is continuing with the reminding of her scandal. Sehun moves away before her palm can swat at him again, but she still balls up and tosses a tissue into his direction. Not very effective compared to hitting him, but at least it sends the same message. “Oh shut up about it! It was a mistake, oh my god.” Her cheeks feel warm, and they are a little pink. How much more embarrassment is he going to make her endure? Typical. She should have known. “If you wanna be a webcam babe, you don’t have to tell me about it - and god, don’t make me think of you jacking off. I might throw up.” She sticks her tongue out at him. What a jerk.

Taehwan knew she could see right through him; in fact, he made it as obvious as he possibly could without outright giving the game away. He laughed softly, his shoulders rising as the breathy sounds escaped his lips, and looked down at his hands. “Maybe I’m pretending to be a nice guy for a change. Am I putting on a semi-believable show?”

“i do have friends. and i’m an amazing company. an amazing guy, really. just because i don’t have that many, it doesn’t mean that i’m bad at it.” a gesture as natural as letting his hand lazily lean behind turns to be his biggest enemy, slender fingers unwillingly pointing at the rest of the band — the most obvious choice of friends for park jaehyung. “i mean,” quick to clear his throat, he’s now keeping both hands over the guitar’s nylon strings, “they’re not the only ones of course.”

anyone would be appalled by the brash attitude she is displaying, but not jaehyung; there’s a certain vibe he’s catching from her, a vibe he knows he might easily connect to. that’s how it is with certain people — you meet them once and you just know. of course, he won’t be brazen himself and jump to conclusions which have absolutely no definite roots. patience. keep her talking, observe her body language, sketch out a list of all the smiles she’s showing, respond accordingly to her inquiries, wait for the right reactions. it’s all too detailed and systematic in his head, however they mingle into one thing — get to know her. “thanks. if i didn’t play and sing well, you wouldn’t be here admiring me. you know, guys with instruments? they have that effect on people.”

following the girl’s actions, fans begin to slowly and hesitantly approach, occupying the patches of grass around the band (while keeping a safe distance, unlike jae’s new companion) or whatever nearest benches they can get. the audience is suddenly livelier, gossip skittering into the air alike dozens of whispers, quaint faces keeping themselves hidden to the best of their abilities.

“huh — the effect is so great that you want me to forever taint your shoes with my signature. i see how it is. only if you tell me your favourite day6 song. but watch out, this is a real and important test. i’ve got a few songs in my mind and i’m still trying to find a person who agrees with me that, hell yeah, the band reached its peak thanks to them.” is it a serious challenge? a jaunty taunt? if she does answer with what he’d like to hear, now that would be something.

he still doesn’t know what he could make out of it.

The wind is a nice contrast to the warm weather, strands of her hair riding the breeze that flows through the air. A bit bothered, she tucks them behind her ear and smiles at him in amusement. Her eyes are squinted just lightly - mostly because of the sunlight - and then she looks over her shoulder to the rest of the band. His friends. A couple of them are glancing at her, wary for the right reasons. Any random fan so bold must seem like trouble in their eyes. Choi Jinri is unbothered. Her eyes find the guitarist again and she grins a little. “Am I going to get an extensive list of your celebrity friends? You can tell me, ya know. But I don’t really care about that. I came to talk to you, after all.”

Slender fingers pluck at the grass between them, slim pieces of green then laid just above her knee on her thigh in a tidy horizontal row of them. She laughs because of him, concludes he’s comfortable with her bold behavior for some reason. Maybe he’s just being polite, after all this is Jae from Day6. An artist. Jinri hasn’t met many of those, but something feels different. Maybe it’s because he has the mindset of an American. Maybe. Not really. Even convincing herself of that is difficult to do. “Is that your role? Be a cool guy with a guitar and stuff. I mean, I completely agree, don’t get me wrong. Guys with instruments are dangerous, but you don’t look as intimidating when you talk. Almost like a person.” The emphasis on the last word brings a grin on her lips, but she isn’t looking at him this time. Her eyes are focused on the grass arranged on her thigh.

From the moment she decided to give in to her impulses, she knew she wouldn’t have much time to talk to an artist like that. True, it worked out better than she’d expected it to, but soon fans - actual, dedicated fans - will swarm around them as well, following her example. She hasn’t been kicked away yet. It sends a signal, encouraging the rest of them to approach the group as well. A shame, she finds herself thining. For an abrupt chat, talking to the musician actual proved to be very enjoyable.

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Who the fuck had Eugene pissed off in the cosmos this day to have such bad luck?  Now she wants to follow him to the washrooms?  How the hell is he supposed to even pretend like she hasn’t gotten his flag to go far beyond half staff? Fuck his life.  Fuck his life and then some.  ‘How to be cool around your crush with a boner.’  This will be the title of the autobiography he will never write because he’ll be dead before he ever finds out how to do it.

“Uh….” He looks over at her and tries to form a sentence, but it’s all for naught.  All the words and pieces of grammar that Eugene has known his whole life disappear in the blink of an eye and he swears he’s going to cry.  “I just wanna pee.” is all that comes out and that’s a lie.  It’s a terrible lie.

Where is a sinkhole when he needs one?  Probably back in the state of Florida in the US.  Yeah, that was what the article he had read the day before had said.  Wait.. His brain is clearly going the way of a fried egg on a sunny sidewalk, he’s cooked and now that he is starting to realize just how cooked he is, Eugene DOES begin to cry, letting it all out like Chunk in the Goonies. “Okay, look here Jinri.  I really don’t have to pee.  You done did that thing where you made my controller get stuck straight up.  I’ve been trying my best to be cool about it.  Suave even, but let’s be real here.  We both know I’m failing.  Can’t you just let me go to the bathroom for a few minutes by myself until the beast (really, more like the embarrassed puppy at this point) is knocked down a few levels?”

Witnessing a man breaking down shouldn’t be this funny, but Jinri is still laughing. And really, she finds it difficult to blame herself. Yeah, maybe Eugene might wanna sink through the floor and disappear for all eternity because she’s laughing, but she can explain herself soon enough. After being an intolerable and total dick to someone she actually does care about (how does he put up with her anyway?), giving them at least some form of consolation should do the trick.