soir bleu and the art of tilting just so. for @hdharu 🌿
THREE WEEKS AFTER MOVING INTO HYDRA’S DORMS, GU YEONSEOK DECIDES THAT HE WILL TENTATIVELY TRY TO LIKE HASEGAWA HARU.
there are a lot of things to like about him. as a housemate, haru is neat and trim, considerate and even-tempered. yeonseok’s sister calls and asks about him every week with a clockwork sort of regularity, and yeonseok can’t say he doesn’t understand why she does. haru reminds him of the dark waters of the coast back home. measured and tranquil. moonlight thrown cleanly upon a glassy surface that mirrors the sky. and it’s nothing like yeonseok’s own tempests and tumults, but even so— there’s something more to it than that, isn’t there? if yeonseok plunged his arm beneath the waves of the sea, watched his skin disappear inch by inch, swallowed mouthful after mouthful of its water and salt, he’d still never be able to comprehend its depth. so too, does it seem to be with haru. there is an abyss between them.
but he’s interesting, is what yeonseok concludes, when asked how things are going. seok-ah, i think you’re learning to make friends, is what his brother says back.
( … is that what it is? )
yeonseok repositions himself so that his head hangs upside down off the couch. he waits for the blood to rush down to it. friendship— much less, a friendship with haru— feels like a concept too faraway to yet fathom. yeonseok loathes living anywhere but the present. he hears the door to haru’s room click open ( speak of the devil ) and, despite himself, feels one end of his lip twitch upwards.
“... running errands again? you ever feel like taking it easy?”
