#52232

Xユーザーの長谷敏司さん

TAESUNG IS NOT INTERESTED IN whatever excuse Jiwoon wishes to give him, mostly because there is no excuse good enough for cutting off communication and tossing him aside like garbage. There were certain aspects of life that Taesung didn't take too seriously, people believing they can simply throw him aside is not one of them. He should have known that Jiwoon would do something like that, the pretty ones are the most cold when it comes to trying to cut someone out of their lives. Oh but how he loved the sound of his name falling from Jiwoon's lips, even if it is being spoken out of fear. "You are not scaring anyone with that little vase, sweetheart." The nickname spat out like venom on Tesung's tongue as he spoke it. Jiwoon did not deserve any kind words at this point in their relationship. "Ask yourself, do you really think the police will get here before I get a hold of you? Or shall we have a civilized conversation that does not result in the authorities needing to be called?"

" ... well, not that well, no. " he's pretty sure that was a rhetorical question ─ more of an insult than anything, really ─ but taiyang answers it anyway. " i'm not from here, okay?! " he snaps, somewhat defensively, but mostly, he's just tired and stressed and more than a little scared. " i just don't think . . . " he starts, but the words trail off. how is he supposed to offer an alternative theory? or any theory at all? he's no professor... an 'eye virus', huh . . . that's what professor takayama thinks... taiyang finally cuts his pacing short, and sits down─ abruptly. ( round and round he walked, but he was going nowhere. ) " . . . have you MET anyone who watched the tapes? have you seen what happens to them? if you did, I don't think you'd be calling it a... a 'eye virus', " he dismisses, hardly polite. exhaustion had robbed him of the last of his social niceties. but he picks up the newspaper anyway, and tries his best to decipher it. honestly, he hopes what ryuji says is true. he hopes he reads these pages, and within them, finds a rush of relief, seeing that after all, it's nothing more than an 'eye virus' ! . . . but he doesn't think that's going to happen. " you don't believe in ghosts, do you ? " he asks the man, not looking up at him as he sifts through the words in the newspaper. ( picking up bits and pieces of information, but most of it, he skims over, uninterested in the text. it feels useless to pretend. he knows the answer is not in this article. ) " . . . i didn't used to either, " he mutters, under his breath.

acceptance