choi joon is fucking sad.
drenched from head to toe in muddy, disgusting pond water, he feels like a drowned rat; but, even more importantly, he feels fucking miserable.
in hindsight, he probably should have made sure the body of water he was jumping into, and wanting to die in, wasn't a pathetic two foots deep.
that would have been the proper protocol.
he has a strong, hardened defense to support his blunder though. for almost two weeks, he has been blinded and shouldered with immense fatigue due to suffering under the care of two overly fretful and clingy strangers.
to be frank, he lasted longer than he expected, deserving himself a mental pat on the back. however. there was only so much he could handle before breaking down like the cogs of a junky coo-coo clock.
the final push was when the two strangers that titled themselves his "parents" asked if he could sleep with them. alone. in their room. while sharing a single. god damn. bed.
and so, with the elegance and absolute refinement of a 1900s gentleman, he eloquently replied— absolutely the fuck not.
(provided, the real scenario, and response, occurred with a smidge more tact alongside a touch of respectful finesse. nevertheless, you get the idea)
realistically, he's fourteen. mentally and emotionally, he'd bargain sixteen, pushing seventeen. lastly and hopefully (he prays), physically around his actual age. just.. he's basically, beyond the age to be sleeping between two full-grown adults.
people he hardly knows at that.
the thought of the request still evokes a full body shudder.
oh, then again, that could be the cold, sticky filth water speaking.
a groan presses through the cracks of his teeth as he drops himself into the shallow stream swamping his feet. at this point, there was no use in trying to save whatever grace he had left; not when he already stank of shit-water and other mysterious stenches he could not nor wanted the name of.
they most likely derived from the unknown lumps floating along the murky current.
his face distorts at the highly plausible idea.
"you fucking sicko!" a high-pitched, feminine voice screeches.
he's dragged away from his momentary detestation; the regained attention directed towards a well groomed, dainty-oozing lady.
contrastingly, she's not as dignified as she appears with her arms crossed and an etched scowl gracing thick, pink lips. if he looks hard enough, he can barely make out a slight eyebrow twitch in what he can only assume is splayed out annoyance.
hypocrite.
choi joon rolls his eyes.
"why are you yelling at me? don't act like you didn't come here for the same reason," he mocks, tone scraped with taunting sarcasm. when finished with his piece, he allows a cursory scan over her newfound features.
the frown, he thinks, is unpreventable.
"what the hell happened to you? since when were you blonde? actually, since when did you ever allow hair to grow beyond your shoulders?" he squints. "also.. are you wearing contacts?"
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their new dawn. | inso's law
Fanfiction[used to be titled my secret friend] chae ai & choi joon. choi joon and chae ai─two individuals who had seemingly nothing to do with each other besides for the tongue twister that is their names when mushed together. come quickening daybreak, a dis...
