#247xbora

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His life has undergone several changes lately, it could’ve seemed it changed out of all recognition, but the elation and general blithe he’s been embraced by in the past days withered quickly as he was leaping back into the habits he successfully abandoned for a mere week or so. The overflow of work and new duties was keeping him busy non-stop, yet at some point it wasn’t enough to keep his mind occupied also. Jiyong started feeling lethargic, vexed and unstrung, as though the blindfold of pure bliss was brutally teared away and now he was meant to look the ferocious reality in the eye again and pick out the unsolved problems he temporarily ditched. As always, he hoped it would pass but the emotional numbness was dragging on for too long that it only irritated him more and stubbornly knocked him off his stride. Especially today.

Plenty of phone calls from journalists who were more interested in discussing his not fully spotless reputation than his recent achievements and multiplying paperwork combined weren’t as draining as the thoughts which were piling up at the back of his head at a faster pace than documents on his desk. And he wasn’t relieved to call it a day because going home felt like jumping into another lake of fire.

Inside the empty elevator he leans back against the wall and fetches a tired sigh, glancing over the buttons and when he heavily lifts his hand to press the one with his floor’s number, there comes a passing moment of doubt. Saying he has already forgotten about Bora and the whole summer ordeal would be an arrant lie. He still hasn’t left it behind and tormenting his own self with mulling it over mercilessly might’ve become a questionable pastime. But he shakes his head suddenly, trying to dispel the eerily returning thoughts and eventually pushes the right button. Though as he finds himself in front of his apartment, once more he hesitates. What if he paid her a visit and said what’s been on his mind for prolonging months? His fingers curl around the doorknob, however, and he steps into the frigid atmosphere of his place.

Sluggishly taking off the tweed coat, Jiyong’s gaze superficially scans the living room and the coffee table he briefly catches a glimpse of reminds him about the previous night he drank away. Noticing a sip or two remaining at the bottom of the bottle almost urges him to drain it — maybe that way he would gain the needed courage. Loosening his tie before getting rid of it, the aggravation nesting within him gradually heightens and he knows he’s closer and closer to doing something impulsive instead of being patient enough to let the raising stroppiness pass. He’s a ticking bomb. So he dashes out and slams the door shut, rapidly enter the elevator to go to the upper floor.

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They’re having breakfast, all three of them together in the dining room. It’s one of those days where everything’s well and they’re laughing freely. Bora is showing his father this or the other piece of clothing she’s drawn, whereas his father himself is admiring it with lots of praise and an encouraging smile. When his little sister comes to him with her drawing, Yixing admires the beautifully designed piece of clothing as well, expressing just as much of his own admiration as his father had done.

When they do the dishes, it’s just him and Bora, while his father is enjoying a nice glass of wine still seated in his chair. Yixing smudges some of the soapy bubbles onto his meimei’s cheek and it’s not long before they’re entangled in a little soapbubble-fight. When his father walks in to ask what all the ruckus is about, the both of them turn to him and soon the entire family is throwing soap at each other, the dishes long forgotten. It’s wonderfully amazing and Yixing hasn’t laughed this much in years.

He wakes from his sleep feeling a little groggy. More groggy than usual, actually, but also much better rested. There’s an annoying sound happening not too far away from him and he frowns at it, wondering who the hell has put his alarm clock to such a stupid noise. It’s when he attempts to move his arm to turn it off that he feels the movement of things attached to him that most definitely should not be attached to him. His eyes open with a start and he sits upright, only for the entire world to start spinning the second he does.

He comes to his senses in that moment in which he’s waiting for the world to stop spinning, realising that he didn’t just have a wonderful time with his father and little sister but that it was all nothing more than a dream. A dream he is now rudely awakened from and the heavy load that suddenly falls back on his shoulders is enough to make him sink back down into a lying position on the bed as well. He keeps his eyes closed until he’s certain the dizziness is gone before he slowly opens his eyes. It takes a couple of blinks until he can actually see his surroundings properly, and then he’s looking for any sign to tell him how long he’s been here already.

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2015 - a cold october day

It’s been a while now since Shinhye has managed to get a place of her own again, a small but dainty apartment, holding the minimal amount of furniture that’s absolutely necessary and then some book cases. Because she loves to read almost as much as she loves to write, and she loves to go to bookshops all over the city and find herself new little - or big - gems to read during those rainy days where you don’t even really want to get out of bed.

Such a thing is exactly what she’s doing that day, her fingers brushing over the spines of the books in one of the more known book shops. It has a larger collection, as well as a quite extensive English section, which she likes to explore mostly because a lot of great fantasy novels are written in English. And her goal in life is to write a popular, coherent and well thought-out fantasy novel series. So of course she has to do some research.

But it’s not just the English books she brushes through, also the Korean ones, the new section, the secondhand section,.. She goes pretty much to every corner of the book shop, basking in the scent of freshly pressed books and occasionally also checking out the people who walk around, to see where their interests go toward most of the time. It is on one of those spying missions that she suddenly sees an all too familiar face stand out among the rest. Eyes going wide for a moment, she takes a step closer to verify, but then she can’t contain herself anymore.

“Bora!?” Another step closer as she allows herself to truly come face to face with the other person, to verify for certain that it is truly her old time high school friend standing there, before the most teenage-like squeal bursts out of her at the actual recognition. Unable to form coherent words, Shinhye is just standing there, putting her hands on Bora’s arms, giving her little excited pats and jumping a bit up and down while letting out all kinds of excited squeals and squeaks.

It’s been five years since she’s seen the girl. Five years since she graduated from high school and lost contact with everyone because of the events in her personal life. Bora is one of the people she regrets losing contact with the most. One of the few people she also actually has thought of plenty of times, thinking she should try and get in contact with the girl again. But the little research she’d done had not given her any conclusive information on where her high school friend was hanging out these days.

jonghyun loves the summer. everything about it. because every time summer comes around, there is a plane ticket to america with his name on it. he gets to be away from his father and all responsibilities for an entire two months. usually even a little more than that because he doesn’t wait for grades to be announced before he leaves. he also doesn’t mind missing the first few days of the new school year. nothing interesting is ever explained during those days anyway.

no. summer is his time of year. the pearly white beaches. the hot girls in bikini. the limitless supply of alcohol. the convertibles. everything about it screams perfect for kim jonghyun.

but that’s not all. america means he gets to see his mother almost daily and spend lots of quality time with her. it’s his main reason to fly to america every summer. but she’s not necessarily always the person he spends the most time with while in america. because he likes the ladies. and the ladies like him. what can he say? no? hardly.

sometimes he can’t even keep himself from saying anything at all. like with this particular girl. he’s seen her around before in different places, and he’s pretty sure this is the third time. which means he would be terribly rude if he didn’t try to start a conversation. so that is exactly what he does.

'hello you,’ the english rolls off his tongue easily. ten years of his youth were spent perfecting the language after all. it’s not that he doesn’t know her, or that he’s not aware she also speaks korean. because she used to belong to shiwoo’s clique in high school. although he didn’t interact with them, he did know who they were. he tried to keep some sort of tabs on his friends.

'i believe this is the third time we’re meeting. and you know what they say: third time’s a charm. we should definitely get to know each other better.' he puts a hand on the female’s lower back, then gives her a look that clearly indicates his intentions. ‘what do you say, shall you and i have a ... heart to heart?’

the flashing lights from the hundreds of cameras doesn't help his already tired eyes. his cheeks had started to hurt from how much he's smiling at all the strangers he's been with. he had already undid the two top buttons of his suit, but still feels too suffocating to him. there was someone talking to him, but he was well beyond not caring at this point so he gives him nods and hums instead. most of them are already drunk or tipsy anyway, so no one will notice.

kyungsoo hated attending events like this, hated events in general, but he was invited and his mother said he should go, make friends. he snorts. all she wants was for him to make more connections. he shakes his head and gulps down the rest of his wine before he excused himself from the table. they tried to stop him of course, come on, drink some more, probably out of politeness so he declines with a small smile before he turns on his heels and exits the place.

the cold night air hits him and he inhales it, letting it clear his mind and relax his antsy nerves. he hates interacting with people, hates people in general, but he's given no choice like always. with a sigh, eye twitching in annoyance, he heads towards his maserati. a club doesn't sound bad. maybe a few more drinks could drown all this... feelings. the smell of leather relaxes him as he closes the car doors behind him. he rests his head for a moment to breathe before he starts the car, already itching to get from the place as far away as possible.

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It had been a normal day at the radio station today, the normal malfunctions of suddenly a microphone not working - and it not only being a microphone but an actual cable that needed to be replaced -, the monitoring of an interview show and general maintenance work that “urgently needed to be done today”, so he had been told when he had asked to leave a little earlier than usual. He was glad to finally be sitting down in a small coffee shop where he had agreed to meet Bora after he was done with work. She had suggested to check out the mall just walking distance from the place they had agreed to meet at, he remembered the text message.

He didn’t exactly know when going on these small shopping trips together with Bora had become a habit rather than a simple favor. It used to be, definitely, just a favor back in high school when he had just been trying to start new, when he had tried to get out of the bullying that had had continued for way too long already back then. Despite taking off his glasses and looking ahead instead of staring into the ground had been a start to him getting by better in his first year in Cheongnam High, he had known that doing just that certainly wouldn’t have done the magic alone. Would it have been so easy to transform into someone who actually appealed to people, he would have done it long ago.

It was Bora who had offered to help him back then, he wasn’t sure anymore if it had been her who had approached him first or the other way around, and had taken him on an emergency shopping trip. That all was so distant and far away in the past now, but he still remembered that a one time thing had eventually called for a follow up, followed by another time that they had decided to go shopping together and so on. Minhyun also remembered how she had enjoyed picking clothes that she thought would suit him, how that enjoyment would never die down and he thought it was kind of endearing, and became something enjoyable.