#hyunki

MiNyeo: I bet you can't make a sentence without the letter 'A', genius.

Sangwoo: You thought you did something clever there, didn't you? Well sorry to burst your bubble but numerous sentences could be constructed without employing the first letter of the English lexicon.

Gihun: Fuck you.

Deoksu: I did. I regretted it. Going to fuck Byeonngi now.

Byeonngi: Ugh. Just no. But sure.

Gihun: Ugh. Not you. Jun. Do me.

Junho: YES. I would do so excitedly.

Inho: I wish I did not know my brother is bedding someone older.

Gihun: I'm not too old!

Ali: Sorry but hyung is right, miss.

HyunKi: It's not so difficult to do either. See? Observe; Numbers do not need to possess the letter either.

Salesman: Quite impressive. I believe you.

Saebyeok: So shut up, bitch.

Jiyeong: Get burned old wrench.

throughout the whole night, hyunki kept his eyes on them. their face was so familiar, yet not at the same time. his distraction from his friends was noticed. they kept nudging his shoulder and teasing him for catching out the other from down the bar, telling him to go buy them a drink if he was so interested in them. for awhile, hyunki waved the matter off, telling his pals to knock it off and he wasn’t that interested. but as the night went on, his stares became more and more obvious. “okay... be right back.” he told his friends before picking up his drink and heading their way.

once he approached them, he placed his hand on the back of their bar stool. “i know you.” he said, a slight slur in his voice as he got a better look at them. “but from where?”

95 days. she’d been gone for 95 days but hyunki could still feel her presence around him wherever he went. it was like the woman was following him, making sure he didn’t do something stupid in her permanent absence. but she couldn’t be there forever---obviously. because she’d been gone for 95 days. ripped out of his life by a fucking drunk driver on his way home from a sleazy motel out of town. hyunki would have pressed charges if he had any bit of rationale left to think about those things. but he was mourning. every day. day in, day out. he mourned. because she was the only person who had ever loved him unconditionally, the only person who never gave up on him. she was gone.

he stopped in his tracks, grip on her hand pulling her to a stop with him as she mentioned a haunted house. “you don’t even like scary movies and haunted houses why the hell would you want to go into one of those?” truth was, it scared the shit out of him to go and if he could convinced her otherwise that would be a better choice. no one needed to see a grown-ass man screaming like a baby and he’d much prefer to sleep at night. 

he’d meant every damn word of it when he told miyeon he’d be a better man--because he had to show her how much she meant to him, because there was no other way he could ever repay her and prove to her how much she had saved his life. and there was freedom in that, freedom in the commitment because everything else was simple. every decision he’d make would be for miyeon, and for them. there was freedom in being sober, a freedom he had gone on for so long without and it was through that that hyunki had been able to find a job as a mechanic. he’d left out the part that there had been rumors of the shop being a front for a notorious gang in the area, left out the part that he was almost 100% sure they were dealing illegal car parts. hell, one of the men had asked him some questions on dislocating certain things they clearly had no business taking a part. but they paid him for his knowledge so he’d turned a blind eye.

life with miyeon was peaceful though, in the weeks of being home he’d surprised her with dates and flowers to make up for all the bullshit he’d put her through, all the lost time they had to make up. each day was met with a new bouquet of flowers, each weekend morning breakfast in bed, and each night in the first week he’d shown her just how much he’d miss her in every and all ways he could. there wasn’t a damn thing she wanted that he wouldn’t give her, and miyeon being who she was never asked. she was selfless and he selfish, always. nothing could have gotten better. but it would.

as she took his hands in her own and led him to the couch where her face and tone changed into something alarming---something he’d never seen on her before, or in a long time. did he do something wrong? wasn’t she happy? was she breaking up with him? clearly he was getting way ahead of himself because when she finally told dropped the bomb on him, hyunki’s mouth equally dropped as he stared at her stunned. 

eotteon mallo na pyohyeoneul halkka naega gajin maldeullon bujokhande seotulleotdeon maneun naldeul nado moreuge neoro gadeuk cha beoryeotda numbusin modeun gieoge nega isseo bitnadeon geu gyejeol soge haengbokhaetdeon nare nega isseo oraen naui baraem hangsang neoyeosseo nae mam nae mam neoegero ganda misojinneun neol barabodaga nado mollae ttara utdeon geu naldeul seupgwancheoreom iksukhaeseo…

jami deureotdeon eoje urineun gati itdaneun andogame ppajin geoya eonjenggabuteo pyeonanhaejin urineun seoroui ansikcheoinggeol joahaneun TVreul teulgo sopae anja oneureun mwol meokji gominhadeon uri pyeongbeomhan ilsange seumyeodeun uri ijen heeo naol suga eopseo uriga ganjikhaetdeon sojunghan gieokdeuren pyeongbeomham soge chajeul su inneun geotdeul geurae geuge jeombuya pyeonanhameul…