not what you think

xlii: n

a/n: i was out of town, so i couldn't update ^^ enjoy 

Joonki keeps treading briskly towards the edifice, before viewing it on his nose, ascending the stairs, discerning the apartment number before making his entrance. He perceives two pairs of eyes viewing him, one astonished, one pleated in perplexity.

"You're early," Huijin voices as she strands the seat beside Yeosang as both are viewing a soap opera unbeknownst to them.

"Yes, it's been only two and a half hours since you've been to the party," Yeosang voices, eyes gliding along the retracting figure of Joonki towards their shared cubicle.

Huijin and Yeosang view each other, undecipherable of the situation as Joonki grasps his homely ensemble and trudges for the bathroom, exiting a few minutes later.

"Something happened," Yeosang's fox like slits contract as Joonki enters the kitchen, grasps on his glass, and quaffs water down his throat, and Huijin's eyes contract at the crimson liquid clad skin on his knuckle, not yet splintered.

Joonki strands him a glance before sitting himself on the table, two hands clasping each other, propped on his elbows, toiling to hide his right knuckle.

Huijin strands a worrisome glance, while Yeosang stows himself on the seat at Joonki's nose.

Joonki remains reticent for a few moments before voicing the incident which injected and entailed doughtiness for the male, contrary to his younger self many years ago. His visuals entails to be deadened, irises aflame from nearly being violated a bit more than an hour ago.

"A drunk man at the party tried to touch me," Joonki's fury clad vocals doesn't fail to voice so, causing a spasm to sprint through Yeosang's back and an enlarged mouth from their mother.

The elephant in the cubicle goes unaddressed for more than a few moments as Joonki, Huijin and Yeosang fail to voice. Yeosang's to and fro amidst stupefaction and realism until his eyes descend upon his mother's visuals, lips wavering, toiling to lever away her perception of her husband gliding in her psyche, and even more on the manifestation of her younger child.

Huijin permits a stray tear to cascade the apple of the cheek, viewing as the younger male still has his abating countenance, view shadowy before it becomes translucent again.

Joonki fails to perceive his mother's bodice shudder from the reticent cry until Yeosang nearly sprints to her and encases her in an embrace, as she emanates a sob, being enfolded by Yeosang's ensemble. Joonki's eyes magnify at his mother's demeanor, frost in his seat as he fails to comprehend how to assuage her. His expertise with his brother fails to comprehend any hurdle, but it all precipitates to nothingness when he is viewing his mother, vulnerable in his brother's arms, afflicted by the revelation more than his confrontation with that male.

Joonki won't forge a web of lies and voice that he hasn't bided in the spiral of his past, even after his state of the art pursuit he has molded in the art gallery, even after being circumferenced by his passion, the gleam with permeates in his eyes from its view, the elation in his heart from being able to be extant within. But it doesn't afflict him as much as it would. He's far from the rabid morph of his father until their last encounter, with his beloved ones nearer than he can ever decipher. It has ushered him to an epiphany that he is almost far from the red luminescence in his psyche which gleamed whenever his rumination glided to those times.

Or maybe he has been too tenanted to the extent of not ruminating about it at all.

But a reticent, inadvertent affirmation is forged in his psyche. If he could view the non-anticipatory scenario headlong, he could replicate it again. He has to, for his beloved.