#gemsini

      Gemini must have pestered Dead Boy with the same question twenty times within the past hour. And he was getting real tired of it, gosh darn it! His answers began as “I don’t know what you’re talking about”s and slowly transformed into irritated “It’s nothing”s. It’s certainly not a gift for your upcoming birthday, Gemini. He’d been attempting to hide it away all day, but with homelessness comes lack of hiding spaces. 

      The younger man had been saving up for two months just to be able to afford a pair of nice sneakers. And not just any old sneakers, but sneakers of his brother’s favorite brand. At least, it was their favorite brand in their past lives. Before everything went to shit. And not just crusty, dry shit. But the shit you step on when your new puppy’s got the runs, and it leaves a liquidy fat one in the middle of your bedroom. And your foot sloshes right through it in the middle of the night during a mission to get water. Yeah, that kind of shitty turn of events. And now he’s trying to shove the shoes inside his cramped backpack. 

      “Leave me alone already. ‘The fuck away from me!”

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    Call it a mothers instinct. Except he’s no mom. And his reaction lay more on the lines of initial fear than maternal instinct.

   You see, he met an abandoned cat once. Actually, he’s met a ton of them while living out on the streets. BUT this particular one was different. Special. He or she ( Zero never found out its actual gender ) came crawling–LITERALLY– at the smell of his makeshift fire. And being the dog lover he is, he allowed for it to stay. You read that right: dog lover. But he doesn’t discriminate! 

   Fast forward to the next couple of days and the two are practically inseparable. The best of friends! And that’s what made this lone cat so special– it stayed.    …Until it got ran over by a truck.

   So now he’s doing what he couldn’t do before. He grabs its hand. The ‘it’ now being Gemini of course! While his free one is left to flick off the truck driver going 50mph instead of 35. MOTHERFUCKER!

Hm.. Am I gonna sound cheesy if I say my girlfriend makes me happy? Because she’s the one person that can make me happy as fuck when I’m feeling down. Music makes me happy! I like sitting by the window during a stormy night and just strum the guitar, write a song for acoustiQ. Racing also makes me happy. It’s illegal, I know, but the thrill is amazing. And there are so many people cheering for you when you’re the first to pass the finish line. It’s an amazing feeling. I enjoy taking long walks through woods or parks at night by myself. The fresh night air feels amazing and refreshing, and I have time to think about stuff. For the fifth thing.. I’m just gonna say, my friends? 

@gemsini:

               fuck that.  usually advice on anything from a stranger, no matter how uneducated gemini is about the subject —— try to teach him about vaginas, he’ll say he’s had his face stuffed in enough to not listen to whatever the hell you say ——— but if it’s about him spending a lot of money, all the money he’s limited to in order to get one bottle of alcohol … then he’ll care enough to listen. ‘cause  fuck all that,  he wants it for a good time. the bottle gets put back.  ❛   mhm. i’ll take it. ❜  people who help homeless dudes buy alcohol are the best! another get’s picked up, he checks it; looks good to him, got a lid screwed on and all.  ❛   what about this one? ❜

          「 ϟ 」   Jay had no intention to even speak up but this particular choice just couldn’t be left without a comment, his personal experience too much of a nightmarish adventure for him not to mention it. As soon as the male grasps another bottle, Jay offers a short nod of approval, stuffing a lollipop in his mouth as he mutters. “-- Much better. Gives a good high, actually.” His stare locks on the man’s features for a moment as he takes in their appearance out of plain curiosity before he sets his own bottle of some cheap ass wine on the counter, hurriedly paying for it. He just needs something lighter this time, past few days spent, taking care of the heated affair with vodka and tequilla having given him a headache. 

                  「 ϟ 」 “-- I wouldn’t buy this one---” Jay comments, pointing at the bottle of whiskey in the male’s hands. As expensive and fancy it might have looked, he knew it was a horrible choice. Not to mention the little fact of this particular alcohol being forbidden in few countries in Europe. Jay sometimes wondered what it truly contained, since it was hard to even google the brand. “...you’ll feel like your fucking dick is errected 24/7, throw up 3 times a day for a whole week and the taste lingering on your tongue would bring you thousand extra wrinkles on your face from a constant frowning. “...Thats a friendly advice from a stranger. Take it or not.”

      there’s this proverb about lemonade. jungsu can’t quite recollect it. try as he might, try as he uses those filthy stubs called fingernails to plow and root up parts of his memory, he can’t figure it out. he knows it’s supposed to be inspiring. is it ‘when things get sour, make lemonade?’ or is it, 'when life gives you lemons then make lemonade?’ he's not sure. the latter doesn’t make any sense to him. you guys should be going out and growing your own damn lemons! not everything is handed to you on a silver plate. regardless, jungsu decides that you should make lemonade if life gets sour. make the most of what you got. see? it makes so much more sense that way.

      so he’s making lemonade from limes. because he’s making the most of what he doesn’t have. doesn’t have any money, doesn’t have direction, no security, no safety. no roof over his head.

      that is, unless you consider the roof of his tent as being such. or maybe, the ceiling of the subway beyond that. maybe that constitutes as his “roof.” 

      and that’s exactly where he is. in a tent, in the subway. with a 100-something-pound pile of flesh and bones and warmth and reassurance and something he can maybe consider his lemon. his best friend. cheesy, right? wrong! it’s sour! you know, like a lemon. sour, in the way if he said all that out loud, he think gemini’s face would pucker up. 

      back to that sour flesh draped across him. this is how they sleep. with a thin film of tent plastic separating their body from hard concrete. given jungsu can’t feel pain, he doesn’t mind. not fun, but not agonizing. for haewon, it’s different. the lemon can feel pain. so the lemon uses the corpse as a cushion. and the corpse morosely gives the lemon a few pats to the head to gain attention.