[ light ] fuck, marry, kill: yiseul, jihwan, haksu
ah, decisions, decisions. it’s just the hardest thing in the world, isn’t it? rings a little like why make a choice, when you can have them all? beomseok lets the chuckle roll off as he darts his tongue out to wet his bottom lip.
“i’d marry y— no,” huh, colour him surprised. so the magic plant isn’t that important to him after all. it’d been the rationale behind picking yiseul, because keeping her locked to him by ball and chain would allow him to milk this plant escapade for all its worth. but there’s that name, that dark horse of a name to race out from the shadows like the sentimentality he hides within him. beomseok scoffs at his compassion. how, oh how is he going to survive out there? “i’d marry jihwan,” now, this falls much smoother, “only because fucking and killing her doesn’t quite fit.” what he doesn’t say: he’s done enough damage to her, and he really doesn’t need to be doing more.
“but i’d definitely fuck y— huh.” again, not yiseul. so how much is this plant worth, exactly? there’s nothing wrong with his understanding of its monetary value, which he knows to be priceless. so that just means his priority’s shifted… somehow. could it be? does he really care this much to be a guardian fairy, as his little brother had prophesied? a revelation he’ll shelf for another day. he’s got a decision to make. “apparently,” the word is enunciated, as though filled with annoyance. after all, this truth serum really is a pesky little thing, “i’d fuck haksu.” now he compares the two side-by-side, remembers his run-ins with the other specialist and the way he fumbles, the way he stutters, and— ah, yes. he sees it now.
“just so we’re clear,” beomseok raises his palms up in a defensive motion, puts a pause on his answer as though it has not already been given through the simple process of elimination. well, beomseok’s never claimed to be good at math, “i’d definitely fuck and marry yiseul. gladly. but in a universe where i had to choose…” oh, pausing for suspense— “i’d kill yiseul.” then comes the smug grin, the devilish afterthought— “but we don’t live in that universe, do we?”


















