#bdrpjun

@moon-yeongjun​

Shock was minding her own business, going around town with her brothers to put up posters for her campaign. They were the honest-to-god worst posters she had ever seen. Who knew that Barrel was so unhinged, huh? Seriously, the pictures he chose made her wonder if he needed to see a therapist like for-reals, for-reals, before he became a psychopathic serial killer.

Not that Shock was going to suggest therapy, because having a psychopathic serial killer for a brother sounded awesome.

But, yeah, she’d just stepped into the Moon Market and started looking around for a place to put the posters, stapler in one hand, posters in the other. Popping up on her toes, she decided riiiight in front of Reza-I-Sell-Potions-to-Infants’ poster was perfect. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw movement and turned her head to see Jun storming towards her.

“Oh, hey, Junny Moony!” she cooed at him with a bright smile.  She pressed her bodyweight against the wall, the stapler thudding loudly. “What’s up?”

@moon-yeongjun

It felt like Allah was playing what He thought was a hilarious prank on Simba. On Monday, May 18, Simba sat down at his desk and turned on his computer. In the inbox was an email from the headmaster about how Jun Moon was coming in to collect Tae’s assignments and that all the teachers should have packets prepared. There was a note about a death in the family.

Simba already knew about Mr. Moon. He had read about it in the Squire the morning after it had happened and he’d felt it like a weight in his chest for the rest of the day, debating whether he would go to the funeral.

He knew what his own father would’ve done. Mufasa would’ve gone to the funeral. The Lyons had known the Moons since the Moons had come to town when Simba was little. Mufasa had welcome a local grocer enthusiastically and Simba had basically shopped there his whole life. If Mufasa was here, he would talk about the entire town owing the Moons for giving sustenance. He would expect his whole family to dress up in their best outfits and trudge over to the church to pay their solemn respects. The way Simba had been toted to funeral after funeral and wedding after wedding as a young boy.

The thing was: Simba hated funerals. He especially hated funerals of fathers.

So, he hadn’t gone to Mr. Moon’s funeral (his mum had, though) and that had weighed on him too. 

It felt like bricks on his chest.

This email was another one. He wanted to lock his classroom door and not let anyone else in. Honestly, he’d been proud of himself this year. Things had been going okay. He’d taken off Wednesday, though he didn’t know if that was a good idea or not. It just felt wrong to do anything on that day if he didn’t have to. 

It still hurt, but Simba expected it to, and when it got too painful, he let it hurt until it stopped and he could breathe again. 

Looking at Jun’s face, though...Simba didn’t know how to do that. He spent the whole day distracted. It was last period, the students were filing out, Simba thinking maybe he’d read the email wrong (wouldn’t be the first time), when Jun appeared in the door frame.

“Oh, uh--hullo, Jun, just a mo’,” he told him, clearing his throat as he finished chatting with Mei, who was trying to wiggle out of turning in her final project, saying she would be too busy studying her lines. Finally, she huffed and then scampered out the door to catch up with Su. 

“I’ve, uh, I’ve got Tae’s stuff--” Simba started twisting around, back and forth...where had he put it? “Sorry, just a--sec...” He started riffling around his desk, which was full of exams and papers that needed grading.

@moon-yeongjun​

It had been Shock’s utter delight when she’d found out that the wet piece of cardboard man she’d met at speed dating was the owner of the fine supermarket establishment in town.

She didn’t really do the grocery shopping, that was all Veronica, so when Veronica had talked about the nice, young, efficient man who owned the place and name dropped him (as she was wont to do), Shock’s eyes had sparked and she’d decided, well, maybe the Moon Market could get used to her presence.

With a shopping cart, she went around, throwing things carelessly into it. Making as much of a ruckus as possible. When she saw Jun cruising down the aisle towards her like a shark that had smelt blood in the water, she reached into the cart blindly, picked up a bag of frozen peas, and shoved it onto a shelf full of canned green beans.