jungil had only been working at the lumber mill for a little more than five months when april had finally geared up with enough splashes of colors to even make monet roll in his grave.
jungil, though, didn’t really feel all that inspired by the swathing spring. it was beautiful, certainly. he could even say that it’s downright picturesque, because seomri’s relatively insulated location had allowed for so much wild flora to grow free and unperturbed that anyone unaccustomed to the sight might be instantly charmed by the untouched shapes of the blooming shrubbery, the tress standing tall and merciless against that furiously blue wreath of sky. but it reminded him just a touch of when he had first stepped foot in seomri, when he had only felt like a fish bobbing way too close to shallow, dangerous waters. he’s not really used to that sort of discomfort.
he’s used to sure footing and of knowing exactly what he’s doing, and whatever else he would do next. maybe if he spoilt himself enough with some sitting in the most sought out areas a tourist might like, or at his interior garden inside of his home, he might change his mind. maybe. hopefully.
jungil had approximated to something like that when he met jaejun at the wheat barrel just a month after moving into his house in seojeong-gil. jungil had been scouting out the place so he could see for himself the sort of acoustics he would be dealing with when the time came to take that little stage; he was also in frank need of a good, hard drink. matching up to him in random conversation hadn’t been difficult – and through enough polite inquiry he had eventually gathered that jaejun played for a band, and that was enough for jungil to suggest that they should test a few songs together if the time allowed it.
jungil hadn’t expected to become his coworker by the end of the year. was he surprised? not particularly. jungil had come to expect as much, considering seomri’s tiny population.
jungil’s taking a smoke break by the company truck he’s supposed to be manning towards the easternmost area of the town when jaejun swaggers by, doing god knows what.
“is your band booked anywhere this week?” jungil calls out as he remembers, suddenly, having agreed to catch the band at least once in a proper setting. he’s mostly used to hearing jaejun’s drumming in a less serious session with him, but jungil’s guitar needs new strings and he’s waiting on the package, so they haven’t met up in quite some time. no better time than the present, he supposes. it might keep his mind off of spring.
jungil quirks a brow and doesn’t add anything further, not holding much belief in trying to break the silence.
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