Hello. (/ bows his head. ) I’m Kim Woobin, like wise.
Hello. (/ bows his head. ) I’m Kim Woobin, like wise.
hmmm, (/ muses thoughtfully as he eyes the top of woobin’s head ) when did you get taller than me? (/ mutters under his breath as more of a rhetorical question; isn’t really making much of an effort to hang on, which results in woobin having to put in more work just to heave him back up every single time he begins to slide down ) ahh, you must be feeling that steak i ate for lunch earlier — lunch special. i couldn’t resist. (/ drawls with a lighthearted lithe, quietly taking note of how fatigued woobin’s becoming and can hear every one of the guy’s labored breaths ) we’re never going to get anywhere at the pace you’re going. (/ idly comments, well aware of how unnecessary it is before catching the thunder-like rumble erupting from woobin’s stomach ) … stay for dinner. my place is right up there. grab a bite to eat before you head home.
You and meat … Try eating vegetables please. (/ honest plea as clutches to Sungjoon’s legs hoping he won’t slip down; whole back is pretty much covered in sweat at this point. ) No … (/ insert gasps of air in between words. ) I need to lock up the church … Someone is waiting for me … (/ although this is what he says, Woobin finally gives up and lets go of Sungjoon’s legs so he can only hang by grabbing around Woobin’s neck; eventually, Woobin falls backwards after teetering from side to side a bit. ) … Ow. (/ lying over Sungjoon like a dead corpse as he refuses to move any inch of his body; trying to catch his breath. ) When did I become so out of shape?
(/ upon hearing the stomping of soles on the asphalt, takes a moment to peer up just in time to greet woobin’s back ) … (/ presses his lips together into a firm line as he regards the unexpected gesture with a blank expression; was purposefully messing with woobin but didn’t expect him to react like that ) how are you going to carry me when i’m bigger than you? (/ inquires, summing up the ridiculousness of the situation ) … (/ sighs before crawling onto the male’s back and loosely drapes his arms over his shoulders; clears his throat, not entirely used to the proximity ) do you always offer piggyback rides to people you hate?
You used to be, now I’m the taller one. Besides, I’m stronger than I look. (/ replies, irritated by the fact that he’s hesitating to get on his back and just take up the offer; tempted to take back his offer until he feels the weight of Sungjoon on his back. ) Yeah. (/ doesn’t give a rather convincing reply but the tension in the air makes it unnoticeable; does his best with his strength to carry Sungjoon but occasionally stops to hoist him up more so he doesn’t sag down against his back. ) … What the hell do you eat? (/ tries his best to hide his gasping breaths for air; again, stopping to scoop up Sungjoon further up his back so he won’t fall though, Sungjoon’s feet are practically dragging against the asphalt. ) God … (/ doesn’t even care anymore as his movements become more sluggish and his breathing more labored then, a growl rings out from his stomach much reminiscent of a bear. ) I forgot to eat dinner today …
yea? and when did you become a doctor? you’re not qualified enough to say it’s fine. (/ retorts while rolling his eyes when woobin begins to mumble to himself like some crazy person ) you would know all about being immature. (/ this time it’s his turn to mutter under his breath ) plenty. i always have a blast when people kick rocks at me. it’s like a party — really. (/ drawls on, sugarcoating his tone with a generous amount of sarcasm; doesn’t look up at woobin and instead, he lightly dips his head forward, lowering his forehead to level with his knees ) i wouldn’t be in this situation if this dipshit knew how to walk properly. (/ rubs his fingers along his back in a circular motion as though he were soothing an aching muscle )
When you work at a church, you’d be surprised at how some people will come to us rather than the hospital. Well, in the end, we ship them off to the hospital but you do what comes naturally and learn … (/ shuts up now since he doesn’t want to divulge anything to Sungjoon; attempts to casual swipe at his bottom lip and clear his throat. ) I guess I would … Growing up with you, that is. (/ picks up his pace, taking a more physical route of escape since he can’t seem to shut himself up. ) … (/ bites down on his lower lip to keep himself from making a retort to that. ) … … … (/ stomps over to Sungjoon; glaring down at him, Woobin pivots to turn his back to him then squats down and makes rings with his arms, offering Sungjoon a piggy back ride. ) Hurry up and get on so you can stop complaining already.
I am supposed that.. you are new here? Correct me if you are wrong (/chuckles softly) How do you do today? Just out for some walk?
I’m actually not. (/ smiles in reply. ) I’m fine. Uhm … I need to buy some necessities the church needs, so I’m heading to the store.
mhm, -`teeters on her heels a bit- are you new in town, i’m afraid i’m not so good with faces to be able to remember correctly if you’ve been here for a while — or not.
I’m actually not an unfamiliar to this town. I’ve been living here for quite some time but seeing me is a rare occurrence among many so I don’t blame you for not knowing me. (/ gives her a reassuring smile to not let the matter affect her. )
Hello. (/ nods back )
Thank you. (/ bows his head. ) I’m Kim Woobin. It’s nice to meet you, Yura. (/ spreads a soft smile across his lips. )
Thank you. (/ flashes a brighter-than-usual smile as he graciously accepts the cookies. ) It’s nice to meet you. My name is Kim Woobin.
(/ bows back. ) May I help you?
Thank you. (/ bows. ) Ah, but I’ve already been here for a while … (/ scratches the back of the head. ) But I won’t hesitate to seek your help. Again, thank you.
Thank you. I’m Kim Wonbin, it’s nice to meet you. (/ bows his head. )
… (/ comes to a halt again when woobin suddenly stomps in front of him and is genuinely surprised at the lack of hostility in the other male’s voice; had initially assumed the offense was deliberate but now isn’t so sure; lets out an exasperate sigh ) fine. it was an accident. i get it. (/ swerves around woobin to continue on his hike up the street ) a rock isn’t going to ki— ah! (/ suddenly feels cool air graze against his back and tries to pull away but isn’t able to do so in time ) what are you doing? (/ knits his brows as he pulls at the back of his shirt in an attempt at freeing the fabric from woobin’s grasp; the other eventually lets go and without saying a word, walks right past him ) … (/ stares off at his back with a mildly perplexed expression; has no idea what to make of woobin’s peculiar behavior; calculatingly licks his lips and then suddenly grips his back ) shit! my spine… fuck! (/ drops down into a crouch and winches )
Calm down, I’m just checking to see if the rock did any particular damage. Thankfully, it’s just a bruise so you don’t have to worry about it, just don’t sleep on your back to avoid the pain. (/ stuffs his hands in his pockets after warming them up, via his breath, had no avail. ) … (/ stops, releases a heavy sigh with a heaving drop of his shoulders, and turns his head to look behind him. ) I just looked at it. It’s fine. (/ continues walking on, mumbling incoherent taunts towards Sungjoon. ) You think I would fall for something as immature as that? Learn how to act properly, you fool … (/ hears Sungjoon fall and turns around again; this time, he doesn’t call out and merely watches him. ) … … … (/ squats and watches him from a distance. ) Having fun, dickwad?
(/ furiously twists at the cap of the bottle of orange juice until he hears the plastic seal crack under the pressure and he brings the brim of the bottle to his lips and tosses his head back to swiftly chug down the beverage; exhales deeply once he’s done ) … shit… shit, shit, shit. (/ utters the stream of profanities so quietly that he can barely even hear the ring of his own voice; is gonna have to put money in his ‘check yourself’ jar for allowing himself to fall back on his high school ways; suddenly feels a sharp jab against his sacrum ) what… (/ grips his back and immediately spins around to see someone approaching him and recognizes who it is as he gets closer ) … oh. you. (/ expression goes blank; drops his hand back to his side ) i snap at you so now you’re throwing rocks at me? (/ scoffs and turns to continue down the street ) childish.
(/ recognizes that it’s Sungjoon. ) It wasn’t on purpose! (/ surprised at his own raised voice as he suddenly burst in front of Sungjoon, despite him being the one who accidentally aimed a rock at him. ) I didn’t even know you were there, I can’t see well because of the stupid dim lights. (/ clenches his jaw and follows him down the street since they’re headed the same direction. ) Hey … You’re not … bleeding or anything are you? (/ hesitant at first but then abruptly extends his hand to grab the back of Sungjoon’s shirt and reveal if he might have bruised him. ) Oh, you’re fine, though it is rather purple … (/ lets go of Sungjoon’s shirt and walks past him; again, acting as if nothing had ever happened; picks up his pace so he wouldn’t be the one ending up following Sungjoon. ) … (/ breaths into his hands and rubs them together for warmth; lifting his knees higher as he takes long strides so he can break out into a sweat to fight against the cold. )
(/ isn’t a saint and his ire dissipates, drawing him into back into old habits; arches his brow in a rather confrontational manner as the corners of his lip curls up into a loop-sided sneer ) being told to do something and actually doing it are two entirely different things. (/ tones settles into a haughty lithe ) who gives a shit if you were forced into growing up young when you didn’t even do it right? (/ retorts, allowing his head to tilt forward a tad so he could jeer at the male through narrowed eyes ) oh, i have. at least i have enough balls to admit i care, but if you’re all fine and peachy, i’m not gonna bother crying over spilled milk. (/ draws his shoulders up into an indifferent shrug ) you run on back to church now. i wouldn’t want you to be late. (/ briefly tilts his head to the side as if he were excusing himself and then he strides over to an empty register, tosses a five dollar bill on the conveyer belt and makes his way out )
(/ has a momentary shock; gaze flickers up to look at Sungjoon but quickly averts away since he doesn’t want him to see that he is disturbed by how he’s changed. ) I guess that’s true. (/ replies quietly, finding it hard to believe how different he is now from the past; thankful that he’s facing away from Sungjoon now or he would see the flinches in his expression as Sungjoon throws one put down after the other. ) … (/ doesn’t reply to him and keeps his gaze, down to his peripheral vision, away from Sungjoon. ) I’m sorry, I’m not going to buy this today. (/ sets the basket on the cashier table and makes his way out as well. ) … (/ head down and sunken shoulders, Wonbin kicks a rock while making his way towards the church, still appalled that who he had just seen was the same Sungjoon he had known so long ago; when did he change so much? ) Was … it because of me? (/ says under his breath, giving the rock a harder kick than usual; the rock goes flying and hits the back of someone in front of Wonbin, who he hadn’t noticed until now. ) I’m sorry! Are you alright? I didn’t notice you there … (/ quickly dashes forward, having a hard time seeing as the street lamp post was rather dim. )
(/ for a brief moment, thinks he catches some underlying emotion that doesn’t resemble the spite he’s so used to being a victim to but grazes over his suspicions, brushing it off as the result of his own wishful thinking ) … (/ watches in growing agitation as woobin merely turns on his heels and marches off without another word; hands ball up into clenched fists while his jaw tenses and he narrows his eyes at the retreating male ) so that’s it? (/ demands, lacing his tone with as much animosity as he could possibly muster; a curt, airy laugh erupts from his throat and he looks away for a second before directing his attention back to woobin, finding the current situation to be utterly and completely ridiculous ) it’s been years, woobin, but you’re still hung up over shit that happened when we were kids? (/ irate mostly because he doesn’t even know the exact reason why they stopped being friends ) grow up already.
(/ Woobin stops as Sungjoon calls out to him; turns around as he meets face to face with a rather irritated Sungjoon; again, emotion completely washed out from his face, woobin merely nods and acknowledges this. ) Yes, that’s it. (/ rather than walking away again, Woobin stays in place and keeps his gaze on Sungjoon; finding it rather amusing that his nonchalance can have this much of an affect on him. ) … (/ eyes narrow. ) Grow up? (/ can feel himself losing control over his temper. ) I was forced to grow up from a young age, I’m tired of being told that. (/ maintains his cool; eyes still fervently settled on Sungjoon. ) If you’re still so bothered by it, I suggest you grow up. Besides, I’m not hung up over it … Like you said, we were kids. I completely forgot about it until you mentioned it. And I told you, I’m in a hurry. I need to lock up the church soon, one of the priests is looking after it for me, I wouldn’t want to keep him waiting. (/ though he has gathered none of the requested items, he makes his way to the cashier. )
Woobin needs a place to stay.
He knocks on the wooden panel. The weather won’t give in as the rain pours harder.
He rubs his arms together, trying to create as much warmth as possible. Though it proves useless as the rain isn’t giving in.
The light shines through the crack of the opening door and Woobin presses forward and pushes himself in.
“ God, it’s pouring out there. ” He is seated on the floor, rocking back and forth, doing whatever he can to maintain warmth in his soaked clothes.
“ Uhm … You don’t mind if I stay here do you? ” He looks up at her with pleading eyes. His hair sticks to his forward as he wipes the water off his face with his sleeve. Though this does no avail as his clothes are just as hampered wet as his hair.
“ Please, I just need to stay the night, I’ll do anything. "
(/ barely registers the male who’s stomping his way over and willingly allows the other to snatch the wallet back without offering any resistance whatsoever; doesn’t even utter a single word )… (/ simply stands there unwaveringly as though his feet were rooted in place and can hear every single one of woobin’s words but doesn’t make any indication of having heard him since the guy’s attitude regarding the wallet is the least of his concerns at the moment ) … you don’t recognize me, do you? (/ finally inquires as he drags his gaze over to lock on woobin, taking in features that suddenly appear all the familiar to him despite having obviously matured ) i didn’t think you’d remember me as a friend or anything, but (/ keeps his voice casual despite every urge to coat it with a bitter undertone ) i figured you’d at least remember the person you ‘hate more than anything.’ (/ quotes, referring to a memory he’ll never forget )
… What? (/ his eyebrow cocks up. ) I’m sorry, but I don’t recognize you. I think you’re mistaking me for someone else. (/ bows his head; as he turns, his ears perk up at the stranger’s inquiry. ) … What? (/ his expression looks almost offended because he is beyond belief right now. ) I beg your pardon? (/ he didn’t want to remember him but now he was forced to after coming face to face with him; since when did he come back; why did he even bother coming back? ) Are you — (/ there was nothing left for him here, especially with Woobin still residing here; why in the world would he make the dumb decision to move back after what had went down between the two. ) … Sungjoon? (/ he whispered his name; though it wasn’t of hate like Sungjoon claimed, it was more of disbelief; disbelief that Sungjoon was back and in front of him. ) Why are — (/ he had almost forgotten; he quickly gathered himself and clenched his jaws shut; well, it was thanks to Sungjoon that Woobin himself almost forgot how the two had left off in terms of their friendship: there was none. ) … (/ no words; expression went blank; Woobin simply turned heel and continued to schlep along the opposite direction of Sungjoon, as if that encounter had never happened. )
Woobin tells Sungjoon what he really thinks of him.
His fist is clenched so tight as they flash white. His jaws are grinding against each other as he is refusing to try and make a scene of all this.
“ Do you expect me to forgive you? ” He tried to say as calmly as possible. But the trembles of his anger were tied to his words. First his arms resonate with the same tremble his voice had. Then he dominoes to his shoulders. He’s trying to hold it back, but pain is something too powerful for both the physical body and mental mind.
“ I never thought you of all people … ” His voice no longer trembles of anger. But skipped with breaths of air in between. Now panic was taking over.
He was afraid.
He didn’t want to hear anything the other had to say. Even though he himself made up his mind to finally end this silent feud between them.
He raised his hands up to his ears. Clawing into hair and scalp, blocking out any noise. He didn’t want to hear it. He was too scared to know the outcome.
But he brought this onto himself. He’s the one who called him out. He’s the one who wanted to reconcile this once and for all.
But he couldn’t let go.
He was afraid to receive and deliver rejection. He didn’t want to inflict the same pain he had to face several years ago. And he especially didn’t want to inflict it on the one who saved him from this pain.
“ You … ” Hiccups of breath were caught in between the words of his sentences. A single tear streamed down his chin. As the drop dangled from his chin, he tried to resume, “ You were … – my best friend. "
He was trying to wipe away the single tear that turned into many tears. He could feel it hard to breathe and talk and his tears occupied the control he had for his body.
” You don’t do that! “ He suddenly burst. Face red from the tears and anger that was newly born again from the fires he had previously doused.
” Why? You were my best friend … “ His voice was much more calm. So calm, it seemed almost serene. Until both expression and tone made a venomous turn as he spit out his next three words in a quiet malice.
” I hate you. “
Woobin plans to give a bouquet of flowers to Tiffany.
This shouldn’t be hard. But my hands are shaking.
There is no other meaning behind it, it’s just a gift! But why is my heart racing?
My face is hot and I can feel beads of sweat forming on the palms of my hands.
Then I start to panic …
What if she wants to hold hands with me? She’ll judge me and my sweaty palms! I need to hurry and —
But it’s too late, because I see her, standing a few feet away from me. The expression on her face is of ponder as to why I called her out here.
“ Uhm … ” My hands are shaking again. I almost drop the bouquet.
I quickly hide it behind me which was already too late as she had seen it.
I can feel my face about to burst like a volcano.
Is it possible? For people’s head to burst from this much embarrassment?
Whatever! It’s now or never.
I take two clumsy steps forward as my balance is compromised from my closed eyes. And I push the bouquet into her arms and dash the other direction.
Surprisingly … I run away rather well for someone with his eyes closed.
Woobin and Krystal are out in a field, watching the stars
“That one is my favorite! ” He points to the brightest star there is: the North Star. He doesn’t know what constellations are. Honestly, he doesn’t care. He is just content with seeing them shine bright. A free spectacle in the sky. It’s the little things in life that make it all worth it.
“ Have you ever heard — ” His voice quietly rings out in the dead space surrounding the two of them. “ How stars are people who passed away? ” His tone is rich with curiosity, one reflective of a young boy asking his mother the same question.
Without waiting for a reply, he broke out into a childish laughter as his eyes squinted into crescents, still fixed upon the small shining balls of light. He was honestly fascinated with them. He didn’t know why, but again, why should he care? He didn’t want to bother himself with these questions.
He turns his head to face her, those crescent shaped eyes and captivating smile. He reaches over to grab her hand and mold her hands so that her index finger is pointing out.
“ Tell me which one is your favorite. ”
Woobin gets drunk and decides to randomly call a number.
It’s hard to tell what is right and what is wrong. Frankly, you don’t know right or wrong anymore. With the senses numbed, all you can do is hope for the best.
“ … Hello? ” A slurred mumble drones from his lips before the caller can pick up the phone. He’s completely unaware of this despite the ringing of the dial tone.
“ I said hello! ” The sudden outburst of volume in his voice shoots a sharp pain in his head. A wince and then he commences to ignore it.
He hears the voice of a female on the other line. The corners of his lips stretch to his ears, his muscles twitching as his whole body jerks with his laughter that booms into the phone. He could hear the other’s voice, obviously frazzled by his boisterous laughter.
Finally, he settles quietly. Deep heaves exhale as visible vapor in the cold night, then an inhale as he drones out in an obvious drunken manner of state, “ So … What are you doing? "
(/ juggles the bottle of orange juice between his hands and hums quietly to himself as he rounds the corner and almost bounds right into someone but luckily manages to catch himself before they both tumble over ) whooa. (/ fumbles with the beverage and nearly drops it ) sorry — didn’t see you there. (/ drawls casually, eying the male who has his head turned toward the ground ) … (/ blinks blankly and has to crane his head in a bit so he can catch the guy’s voice, which comes out in a whisper that’s barely audible ) … don’t worry about. (/ brushes off the apology and finds the stranger’s disposition to be a lot more awkward than the situation itself; watches as the other tries to hurry off and is about to continue on his way to the cash register when he notices a wallet on the ground ) hey, wait! (/ calls over his shoulder as he bends over to fish up the wallet, which happens to flip open in the process ) you dropped your… (/ trails off when his eyes land on the id and simply stares at it while his expression suddenly hardens ) …
– I’m in a hurry. (/ quickly turns heel to dash off the other way; has a odd feeling of strange premonition wash over him and not the good kind. ) … ? (/ hears the call out to him and pivots in place to see that his wallet was attained by the other male. ) Wait! That’s mine! (/ hurries back in the direction that he came from and quickly snatches his wallet out of the hands of the stranger; jaw clenches as he regrets being so hostile at his current action since the stranger was trying to hand his wallet back to him. ) I didn’t mean to act like that, but like I said, I’m just in a hurry. (/ eyes shoot back and forth from random places in the corners of his eyes back to the strangers face; the momentary silence adds more tension as the stranger’s gaping mouth and widened eyes make it hard from Woobin to take off. ) Hey, you okay?
Thank you, although … (/ rubs the back of his neck, trying not to sound rude. ) I’ve been in Cherrywood for a while. I’m just not a popular soul … (/ flashes a small smile to reassure her that this is nothing but a mere explanation. )
(/ grabs a bottle of orange juice from the cooler and then pauses with a somewhat quizzical expression ) … (/ drags his thumb over his lower lip as he continues to contemplate ) shit — can’t remember what else i needed. (/ mutters to himself while the corner of his lips curl down into a light frown and after another short moment of coming up blank, he eventually draws out a sigh; clicks his tongue and begins to make his way down the aisle of the supermarket, deciding the forgotten items must be unimportant )
… (/ schleps his way through the aisles of the store; knowing what he needs to buy but taking his time to let himself decide if he wanted anything himself to snack on while he makes his way back to the church. ) Some baby carrots might be nice … (/ as he turns the corner into another aisle, he makes contact with another person. ) Ah. (/ the collision is nothing but it catches his attention; quickly bowing, he mutters a quick apology, eyes staring down at his feet until they roll up to meet contact with his bumper. ) … (/ he immediately reacts to this familiarity, he doesn’t recognize the person but he feels like he thinks he does; complicated and confusing, his mouth opens only to release a strained crack of his throat as he fails to create words. ) You … (/ all he manages in a whisper before he snaps himself back to reality and tries to make a hasty escape from what is now an awkward moment. ) Sorry, I was in a hurry.
Yep *nods his head* They’re sooooo nice! It just amazes me *laughs* Well… actually everybody here in Cherrywood town is really nice too *laughs*
That’s good then, that you enjoy it here. Hope that streak of nice people continues for you.
Oh, I see, I see *nods his head* I will, I uh… promised the priestess that would anyway *laughs* Oh yes, I’ve met quite a few people that worked there. They seemed really nice! *smiles*
Ah, then you’re already ahead of schedule. (/ nods. ) They’re anything less than nice. (/ lips curl into a soft smile. )
(/chews on her bottom lip as she listens) Ah, do you? What are you then? Priest? Apprentice? (/looks to the side) Ah, I understand that. I’m alone alot of the time too…though I have to admit I stay far away from the church so it’s no wonder you’re a stranger.
Neither, just a helper. I’ve lived in the church since I was little but I’m not suited to be any kind of priest or anything of that sort, so I just help out the best I can to repay for the shelter they provided me. (/ hums, slowly nodding along. ) Well, the church is a bit further away from the more populated areas of the Town.