#thbhs

 In the corporeal world, he is equally substantial. He’s debatably noticeable, teetering nevertheless, meek and coy. The satchel lugged beside his hip threatens to topple him with its tonnage screamingly, though he perseveres through the ardor, feet strained by the fatigable drag. He spots his harbor clearly, however, recuperating as he casts his anchor at last, the space beside the other occupied almost boldly, unabashedly.

“Hansol!” The second syllable is what stretches his lips into their routine smile, feeling like he’d hitched his ride on the back of a happiness somehow inexplicable, turning to greet him fully like he was revealing he’d been there all along. His expression tinctures itself with a kind of impressionable softness, a kind of allusive apology, sweetness and its sugar like an overcoating, completing the way he looks at him, doe eye. “Hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi! Sorry, I’m so late!” There was never a designated arrangement for the time they spent together. It was, instead, something he’d largely founded on his own, perpetuated with the quintessential desire to be with him as his inspiration. 

“I went into the bathroom to ask if anyone had seen you, but they all told me to stop talking to them while they were using the bathroom. I wanted to apologize but they were preoccupied, so,” his bottom lip juts in an exaggerated pout, thoughtful. “I’ll do it ...  tomorrow? I think. Maybe I’ll make something. Actually, maybe I don’t have to apologize at all. I just feel like it’s annoying. Not annoying in a bad way or anything. Actually, maybe not annoying at all. I think it’s rude, though. The word I’m looking for is rude. I went in there very purposefully, you know? I knew who I wanted to see and I had no interest in anyone else! I didn’t even ask about anyone else! I asked just for you.” Highlighting it as if he were preening. 

“I would feel annoyed about that, maybe. I think. In a group setting. Would you consider that a group setting, Hansol? It is the lavatory, after all. I feel like since the boys are the only ones who can go in there, it is kind of a solidarity thing.” A reprieve, finally, paying it his own consideration. “Mm ...  Basically, I meant it was very clearly obvious I had no interest in anyone else, which I feel can be interpreted rudely. I feel kind of bad.” His wince is sharp, eyebrows knit in a flash of pain he’d ultimately dismiss with his next shrug. “Oh well!” His bag hurriedly repositioned then, settled into his lap with an audible heave, rummaging through its contents excitedly. 

“Today,” he retrieves the online manual he’d found on woodcutting and places it neatly over the other’s lap. “I was thinking we could try bungee jumping. I don’t know, actually. How would we do that?” As if he were talking to himself, head leaned into the question as if it truly retained genuine, inquisitive depth, pulling him curiously. “Oh, you know, sometimes, I’ve read about cases where the rope isn’t properly secured and people just plummet to their deaths, like splat!” Cue the clap of his hands, for emphasis. 

“That’d be disgusting. Can you imagine? Especially because I’ve read that sometimes as you’re dying, like when rigor motris is settling in, your muscles all relax, including your bowel movements. That might not be true, though. I feel like I’ve read it’s not true before, too, but I think I’ve heard it too many times for it to not be true, so maybe it’s like, something that can happen but doesn’t always happen, you know?” His palm is outstretched finally, and in its midst, lemon and lime sour candies whose flavors were indicated by the green and yellow coloring of their wrappers. 

“Anyway, let’s eat! I brought these today. You liked them, right?” He pauses once more, nostrils flared as he leans in, nose burrowed maybe too closely, breathing in the other’s scent like it were something he could saturate the core essence of his being with. “Aw, no way! Did you smoke already?”

where do you find this kind of arrogance? 

    well , several places. thank you to mom who had it flowing in her veins in toxic amounts and who so graciously passed it down like you genetically pass down eye color. thank you to step-dad who had too much power and money and who... unwillingly passed it down like you pass down your kingdom to an unwanted heir. thank you to pretty privilege that had her demands met with a blink of an eye and thank you to the desensitisation towards emotion and any sense of consequence because skye was a lot.. but she was first and foremost a person with nothing to lose. 

    maybe that’s why she did it , — or maybe simply because the boy was cute. she’s callous enough in her choices to simply rely on face value , so the answer of why would lie as one of the world’s greatest mysteries. and he better not ask. — the boy in question sitting by his lonesome in an empty classroom , baring the ( what she thought was the ) , uncalled wrath of their english teacher. so , he had some pills and was selling it out to the kids.. big deal. it’s not like he was cheating on his wife and having an affair with their chemistry teacher ( skye’s observant and they were.. not so discreet ). point is , adults are hypocrites and she could’ve gotten out of this situation easy. 

is that why she does it? — woman shrugging emoji. 

   “ it’s mine. ” bag plopped on the table beside , a rather louder than intended noise , as she took a seat beside the “culprit” and in front of the enraged middle-aged man. “ i musta’ left it on his table by accident.” she’s callous enough to speak with no remorse and that’s probably what sets him off even more. but for a minute he stands quiet , like he didn’t believe it and bang hansol had a track record of only making this harder. she rolls her eyes and groans. reaches into her bag and pulls out crumpled up notes of ₩ 50,000 like it’s chump change. “ money i made thanks to the bright students of your fine institution. ” looks at him expectedly , no one says anything. 

   “ go on.. tell him it’s not yours. ” she speaks to her fellow classmate this time , there’s an urgency to her voice like let’s get this over with. “ that i was the who was trying to sell it to you..? ” she helps him further and gives him the last chance of saving grace.