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Post by DONOVAN SHEPHERD on Nov 12, 2013 4:32:10 GMT -8
As little as Donovan knew about computers, he hadn't even imagined something like that could be found on the internet. It was almost terrifying, that information about him existed that he hadn't even been aware of. That anybody could search for. How many people had come across the same thing? He felt a bit sick, vaguely wishing he'd gotten Neil's number, the male who worked in some capacity with computers. Maybe he would have known how to remove that sort of thing, but what good would it do? It had already been found and he was already being called out on it.
"That's not even-" he sank back in his seat, chewing uneasily at his knuckle. It wasn't a fair comparison, and Donovan couldn't even begin to put into words how the situations were so distinctly different that he shouldn't even have to explain it. He wouldn't have pushed at anything Kyu-Sik had been uncomfortable answering, easily ignored that Kyu-Sik hadn't even acknowledged asking to hear him play the flute. He had hoped for the same courtesy in return. There were a great deal of things he suspected about other people and simply let go, not wanting to dig up other people's issues when he couldn't even handle his own. Didn't even know how to go about facing them, but had done well enough keeping everything carefully concealed and locked up that the denial had been enough to get him by. And now Kyu-Sik was threatening the very thing that had been holding him together, probably didn't realize just what he was about to reveal.
There were two options, and either Donovan left the restaurant in a storm and ruined whatever chance of reconciliation, or he tried to actually face this. And if he opened that door, there really wasn't any room to spare details. "Yes, I ran away. When I was sixteen," he spoke with a heavy sense of defeat into the cup grasped tightly in his trembling hands, needing something to focus on instead of the male on the other side of the table.
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Post by KYU-SIK MOON on Nov 12, 2013 5:27:02 GMT -8
Today won’t come again. At some point, the time has already...
May 24th
tag | Donovan
words | 202 | The second set of chopsticks were set down on the table slowly, his eyes not leaving Donovan as he did so. "Oh," Kyu-Sik responded. With as much tension in their air as there was, he probably shouldn't have been as surprised as he was. Whatever he was expecting, that wasn't it. He was at a loss of where to go from there, not sure much more he should pry into the matter. The best he could think to do was give Donovan a gentle tap on his trembling hands. "Don't squeeze it so hard. You don't want that to break, too." That was his way of trying to calm the other man down.
He wasn't the sort of person that one could really go to for reassurance. He had enough trouble dealing with his own feelings that he often tossed a rug over and viciously stamped down. Then he'd set a nice couch on that rug and knit away on it. However, he felt a little responsible for the current negative atmosphere after pushing the subject. "I'm sure you had your reasons." And that was his way of telling him it was okay.
"Are they actually dead then?" |
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Post by DONOVAN SHEPHERD on Nov 12, 2013 6:10:14 GMT -8
A shuddering exhale escaped as a failed laugh, but the trembling had calmed by the light gesture of the other boy's hand against his. Donovan barely glanced up from his hunched position over the cup, looking far too lost. "Maybe I was a coward," he voiced the fear that had lingered, questioning if he did the right thing, Owen's accusations when he'd been to overwhelmed to handle much of anything. Because that's what being a runaway was- a coward.
He never sought any comfort or counseling for what he regarded as his own choices, but his own ways were hardly healthy. Years of suppression of self, little room for acknowledgment of his own opinions and feelings under such strict upbringing had left Donovan more than a bit stunted and unsure how to properly deal with negative emotions that he'd only been taught were shameful. He'd just learned to numb everything over, distracting himself, pretended everything was okay when it couldn't be further from the truth.
But even if Kyu-Sik had ignored the blatant warnings, even if he deserved to take responsibility for the resulting outpour, Donovan closed his eyes and tried to keep his breathing steady despite the rising feeling of panic. This wasn't a direct threat, he had to remind himself. Kyu-Sik wasn't going to expose him to his family, even if he was old enough by now that nothing legally could be done.
"No... not that I know of," Donovan replied after he let the silence drag on, had mostly assumed that life would go on quite the same back home without him. Possibly four more siblings to fill the void and his presence unmissed. "But they're looking for me?" he questioned, hoping whatever Kyu-Sik had found was old rather than new. "I don't think they want me back."
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Post by KYU-SIK MOON on Nov 13, 2013 3:29:53 GMT -8
Today won’t come again. At some point, the time has already...
May 24th
tag | Donovan
words | 186 | There wasn't much that Kyu-Sik could really say to Donovan. He was very bad at being a sympathetic ear, and he couldn't emphasize with the man's situation at all. It was all he could do to feel the slightest bit guilty about bringing the matter up. Even that was shadowed by the hope that Donovan would not start crying. He seemed shaken enough, but that would make the situation even more awkward.
"The page was a few years dated, I think," he said, his own hands withdrawing to his small bowl of soup. "You're too old for anyone to be looking now." The more natural thought was to point out his parents must've been worried about him, or to remind him that he should at least contact them by unaddressed letter to let them know he was okay. However, Kyu-Sik knew that was assuming an ideal situation. Donovan seemed much too stressed for that.
"Why do you think running away makes you a coward?" He was treading on eggshells, but at least this time he was more well-meaning. "Was there a particular reason that you left?" |
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Post by DONOVAN SHEPHERD on Nov 13, 2013 3:34:23 GMT -8
The lack of attempt at any sympathetic words was preferred, because it was always uncomfortable when others took the opportunity to make a bad situation even worse by piling on more emotions to deal with. He didn't want to feel even further responsible for reassuring somebody else's need to make him feel better when he didn't. As if an 'it's okay' or 'don't worry' suddenly made years worth of troubles disappear. So Kyu-Sik's continued calm helped Donovan maintain his own emotional balance, created a sense of safety to express what he needed. There was no danger of him crying, he never bothered before over this and wasn't about to start now. That'd make things even more mortifying. He nodded at the information, wondered exactly what details the page even provided. Had there been a picture? A message to him? Or just the bare minimum for his parents to put up the pretense of having done their best. How long did they even wait before finally accepting he wasn't coming back? Maybe they even assumed he was dead by now, or told everyone he was instead of admitting how far he deviated from the path. He guessed he didn't mind that they hid that shame, he did the same with them. "Yeah..." he quietly watched the fish rotate until his vision lost focus. "Too old," he repeated, and it was the only reason he'd been comfortable enough to open up a bank account or anything else in his name. He'd avoided using it on any kind of paperwork for the first few years in case it gave him away. "I ran away because I was scared." Donovan turned his attention back to his cup, throat feeling rather dry. He took a small sip of water, took time to consider his words carefully. There really was no way to provide any information without revealing the whole of it, nothing he'd be able to hide anymore. "I wasn't going to leave, not at first. I didn't really see it as an option, something I could do. I never even left my town before, had no money. So I thought I could just... they kept telling me I could change if only I accepted Jesus, prayed for him to fix me. I didn't think I could change, not really, but maybe I could have pretended." He spoke barely above a whisper, didn't really want anyone else overhearing even just casually. Just Kyu-Sik, he decided only Kyu-Sik could know. "I'm gay," he finally clarified, and it wasn't so much that he was in the closet about it as he had a hard time trusting anyone with that information. Not after the backlash he faced. "My father reacted rather violently, they sent me to a camp to cure me. When my boyfriend suggested we run away, I couldn't say no."
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Post by KYU-SIK MOON on Nov 13, 2013 3:54:16 GMT -8
Today won’t come again. At some point, the time has already...
May 24th
tag | Donovan
words | 298 | It was all slowly adding up. The lack of detail after the series of avoidant or vague reposes did very little to help him get the full picture of Donovan's problems. He ran away and thought of himself as a possible coward. Kyu-Sik briefly wondered if Donovan had escaped from some sort of cult, setting it aside as a ridiculous pondering. That's exactly when the Jesus talk came out. He slowly sipped his soup from the bowl until the other was finished what he was saying. It was all clear now. The knowledge that Donovan was gay sunk in with little surprise or reaction. If anything, it made sense.
He was a gay man from a family he assumed was overly religious. Again, Kyu-Sik had very little context to actually understand what that might have been like. His sister was a lesbian, but their parents were so viciously liberal that there had never been any problems. His own sexuality had been left unquestioned, of course, as he still didn't see himself giving that much time to any individual outside of his family. All Kyu-Sik could do was nod, carefully setting the bowl back down on the table.
"I see," he responded, his eyes wandering over to the people around them before looking back at the other male. "That must have been hard, but I don't think it makes you a coward to walk away from a situation like that." Looking at it logically, Donovan made the best choice for himself. It would've been hard for anyone to be trapped in such a negative atmosphere… thought the person who allowed himself to continue his workaholic habits down a field he didn't entirely believe in.
"You came to Los Angeles with your boyfriend, then. Do you live with him here?" |
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Post by DONOVAN SHEPHERD on Nov 13, 2013 4:20:18 GMT -8
"No," His one relationship had ended poorly, and he rarely chose to divulge any hint that it even happened at all. But where was he even supposed to cut off now, was there a point in hiding anything? "I left him when he got arrested for selling drugs. Didn't even bother saying goodbye," he frowned, wondered if that made him sound terrible for leaving somebody he loved during a rough time. But it had been easier to just run away once again, a bit ashamed that it was an obvious pattern in his life when confronted with things he didn't want to deal with. A coward, he definitely was a coward. "We had a falling out, I guess," he tried to explain his position, tried to provide some context. Didn't want Kyu-Sik to judge his decisions too harshly.
So much had been untouched for so long, that finally getting it out felt somewhat... better. Finally being able to admit it outloud. He never shared so much about himself, not even with Altan. But Altan wouldn't have allowed him to go on, not without interrupting or providing harsh commentary. Kyu-Sik just listened, and he hoped he wasn't making the other man too uncomfortable. "I hated being here, at first. Everything was too different, too busy. I used to take care of my siblings... eleven of them," he stopped to laugh at how absurd it sounded. It had seemed so normal, if not excessive, but after realizing most families only seemed to have one or two children, it suddenly felt like a bad joke. "But then suddenly I had no idea who I was, or what I wanted, or anything about the world. I never had the chance to be alone before, and I realized... I just really needed some space to shut myself away for awhile. Owen didn't understand, accused me of being as bad as my parents. He was always out drinking, bringing people he just met over..."
It had been uncomfortable, knowing his boyfriend had probably been cheating on him on a nightly basis, but Donovan really had nowhere else to turn. Couldn't really call him out on it, had wanted to avoid a fight with the only person he had left in his life. "When he started selling drugs, he said it was because I was too worthless and lazy to make any money, that somebody had to be responsible. I guess it was true."
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Post by KYU-SIK MOON on Nov 13, 2013 4:54:49 GMT -8
Today won’t come again. At some point, the time has already...
May 24th
tag | Donovan
words | 205 | Kyu-Sik opened his mouth to say something, but only found himself closing it again as he went over what he actually wanted to say again in his head. What Donovan had experience sounded like one negative situation after the other. He had managed to get away from close-minded and overly religious parents only to find himself with someone who didn't exactly sound like a winner. Again, Kyu-sik couldn't really find it in him to be very sympathetic. He tilted his head to the side for a moment before finally shaking it.
"It's a wonder you waited until he was arrested. It doesn't sound like you owed him much of a goodbye." That must have led to an awkward lack of closure on plenty of ends, but he didn't think of Donovan as a coward for leaving it behind him. He was thinking him possibly a coward for not leaving sooner.
However, vicious cycles were difficult to get out of? At least they were in the dramas that his sister and mother used to watch. "You dealt with someone drinking too much, bringing home strangers, selling drugs, and then telling you that you're worthless. You don't really consider any of what he did responsible, do you?" |
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Post by DONOVAN SHEPHERD on Nov 13, 2013 5:29:55 GMT -8
"It was that or the streets again," Donovan defended, suddenly feeling as if he'd thrown Owen unfairly under the bus. He had plenty of good qualities too, Donovan hadn't fallen in love with him just because he was the first boy he'd ever kissed. But he didn't like where things were going, didn't want to try changing somebody to fit his version of right when that'd make him no better than his parents. Of course they probably thought they were doing what was best for him, saving him from himself. Donovan wasn't able to inflict the same upon Owen, lest he prove his accusations correct. Just because he didn't understand it didn't necessarily mean it was wrong. "Maybe they weren't the best choices, but I don't think you realize how unprepared either of us were for reality. I didn't even know what a computer was, or that people even WENT to schools. Nobody was willing to offer either of us work."
It was easy to blame Owen for what had happened, but neither of them had the proper understanding of how things worked nor the support to cope. If there was any help to be sought, they had no knowledge of it, or avoided it to prevent getting caught. Owen had been even more vehement about never going back, even when Donovan had sometimes missed the security of having a home and a family and consistent meals and a comfortable bed. They both handled it poorly, just in opposite ways, with Donovan completely unwilling to venture out most days. Pretending he wasn't also to blame would be dishonest, because he hadn't shown any effort to actually help with their financial situation. Maybe if he had, Owen wouldn't have needed to turn to selling drugs. "He wasn't... if it wasn't for him, I'd be married and with at least two kids of my own with a third on the way by now." And nothing sounded more terrifying.
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Post by KYU-SIK MOON on Nov 13, 2013 6:49:48 GMT -8
Today won’t come again. At some point, the time has already...
May 24th
tag | Donovan
words | 318 | The first explanation of Owen made him sound like an incredibly unpleasant human being. He certainly wouldn't have been Kyu-Sik's cup of tea, as he never could understand the reckless mindsets of people like that. He supposed that was the privilege of not having an addictive personality. The defense of Owen right after his own comments seemed rather odd. There must have been something between them before everything fell apart, otherwise he imagined Donovan wouldn't bother trying to go against it. Still, the Korean found himself disagreeing with that same defense.
"Don't make excuses for him." Kyu-Sik sighed, knowing that he was probably coming off as rather cold. It wasn't really his place to be saying something like that. He didn't even really know the other person more than what he had just been told. He just didn't like it. "Even if you could put aside the fact he got into some reckless ventures and addictions for the sake of an income, there's no reason he should've treated you poorly."
He paused and then shrugged his shoulders. "If you love someone, you end up doing some pretty stupid things for them sometimes. It's not always fun, but you don't turn around and make them suffer for it later." It was all so easy for him to say, but that much was something that he knew well. He watched the fish go by, thinking about grabbing another plate, but decided to hold off for a few minutes longer. He had been so hungry after going so long without eating. And that was all for the love of his sister. He wouldn't have even been at that picnic if not for her, so he wouldn't have gotten food poisoning if she hadn't asked him to go. She hadn't even said much to him about it.
That was fine. It was always fine. "Plus, you seem to be doing fine now." |
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Post by DONOVAN SHEPHERD on Nov 14, 2013 1:00:41 GMT -8
It was unfair of him to expect Kyu-Sik to have an appreciation for the context of his problems, because the other boy would never fully know what his upbringing was like. Perhaps they were excuses, but the reasons were legitimate. But that never made things right, and Donovan fully understood that difference.
Donovan hadn't made his decision to leave Owen lightly, but he had made it all the same, and certainly wouldn't do anything differently given a second chance. After everything between them, even how it fell apart and the exchange of insults and resentment, Donovan still quietly wished Owen well, hoped he managed to get himself out of jail and in with a better crowd. He just wasn't willing to track the other man down and confirm anything for himself, because he was settled in the idea of it being over. For good. And yet he couldn't trust himself not to crack if faced with him, especially given the suspicion that his ex had lost interest in him far before their splitting ways. If Owen was now happy, the idea of witnessing it was just as awful as any worse case scenario. Ignorance was bliss. Just like with his family. Maybe the house burned down, or maybe they were the happiest they'd ever been. He really didn't want to know.
"There's a lot of ifs when it comes to love, isn't there?" Donovan frowned, wondered why everyone's view of how love was supposed to be differed so much. It made it more difficult to get a clear understanding. "All I've been taught about love is how it is wrong, and that maybe it's better not to love at all." It sounded rather dramatic, and Donovan felt like sinking into his seat to escape the embarrassment of his own words.
"Fine," he confirmed, a bit flatly. Usually it was easier to be more confident in that. Fine, but lonely when he was willing to admit it to himself. Fine, and too scared of trying for good or even great. "And I'm sure you're fine too."
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Post by KYU-SIK MOON on Nov 14, 2013 3:22:11 GMT -8
Today won’t come again. At some point, the time has already...
May 24th
tag | Donovan
words | 363 | Better to not love at all? Kyu-Sik had finally picked up another piece of fatty tuna, but he found himself just staring at it as he absorbed the concept. Whether it was romantic love or platonic, love had a lot of 'ifs'. His strongest attachments were to his family only. For his sister, he'd take an hour off of work just to run and buy her ice cream if she asked him to. He regularly took on extra tasks for his parents to keep them happy, and never because they expected him to. "I guess in the end I wouldn't know much about it." That was all he could say on the matter. The whole idea of love and attachment was confusing, but for the most part he preferred to stay out of it. Sure, he had people that perhaps he could start considering friends now. He had met people he liked, sure, and he had been willing to offer over his time because he tolerated them and he benefitted from it. That was fine until it became too time consuming. There had been plenty of people that just came and went from his life without him even batting an eye.
He leaned back in his seat, still letting the fish sit for a moment. Perhaps it would've been better to not love at all. He could believe that himself actually. It was nearly the mantra that he had been following for years considering how he had shut so many others out of his life just because that was the better route for him. People took a lot of time and effort to deal with it always seemed, and just the thought of that along with everything else he wanted to do made him exhausted.
Kyu-Sik almost shook his head when Donovan turned the comment over to him. He stopped himself, but he still caught himself offering what was on his mind. "I'm not even good at keeping friends, so maybe I should be keeping my opinions to myself." Though he still didn't think he was wrong necessarily. "But I think I'm doing fine. It's not like life is supposed to be perfect." |
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Post by DONOVAN SHEPHERD on Nov 14, 2013 4:52:00 GMT -8
It wasn't all that surprising of an admission, that the other was as friendless as himself, and apparently inexperienced in love. "No, it's nice to hear the opinions from somebody not insisting I'm going to Hell," he smiled cheerfully. And it was a conflicting feeling, maybe a side effect of revealing too much of himself, that he wanted to be closer to Kyu-Sik. It seemed odd to entrust so much information to somebody, only to push him further away. How did he even go about that, even requesting to be friends, especially right after Kyu-Sik said he didn't really keep any. Could he even make a consistent effort at friendship to make it worth Kyu-Sik's while? The other male barely seemed to tolerate him, but then he wasn't outright rejecting him either. He listened, and he hadn't reacted badly nor too overly coddling. It was the best he could have hoped for.
But he was about to dismiss the idea of them becoming much closer over any longer period, until he remembered something Kyu-Sik had said, hadn't really given much attention to at the time as distracted as he was. "You tried to find me on facebook?" he asked curiously, wondering if that implied something. A desire to keep in touch? Why did he want to know more? "I... have e-mail," he offered hesitantly, but happy to have a way of suggesting further contact, "but I don't check it that often. I haven't gotten a new e-mail in a few weeks."
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Post by KYU-SIK MOON on Nov 14, 2013 5:15:32 GMT -8
Today won’t come again. At some point, the time has already...
May 24th
tag | Donovan
words | 316 | "Don't worry, they have better winters," he said. He had no problem with blasphemy considering he severely doubted there actually was a Hell. He had never been a spiritual person, because he hadn't been raised to be one and saw no sense in it. Why give so much time, money, and energy to an invisible man in the sky?
Facebook was mentioned again, though he wasn't sure what it had to do with their conversation now. He wouldn't have really expected Donovan to bring that up again. Was this some roundabout way of suggesting they continued to keep in touch? Kyu-Sik only checked his own email once a day for the sake of Etsy. It was easy enough to get notifications on his iPhone, but they tended to get ignored until that point unless he knew there was something important he needed to respond to. He had trouble taking it seriously. Social emailing was something that his grandmother and parents did. He had never really seen the point in their current era of technology. He would have rather sent a text or just called someone. But that was assuming he was willing to keep up with him at all.
"I haven't actually checked my Facebook in almost a year anyway. I was just trying to see if you were actually going to bother my sister. Which I'm pretty certain there really isn't a chance for that now," he answered honestly. At that point in their conversation, there was no reason to lie or give a half-truth. Now it was just a matter of deciding how much of his contact information he actually wanted to give to Donovan. He shifted uneasily again, reaching for chopsticks to finally eat the piece of tuna he had grabbed. "You already have my number apparently. I can give you my email address, but I usually get too busy to reply often." |
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Post by DONOVAN SHEPHERD on Nov 14, 2013 5:42:09 GMT -8
The joke earned an appreciative chuckle, although Donovan honestly preferred the quiet and long winters back home. He wasn't even sure what he believed in anymore, but sometimes it was easier to believe in nothing at all.
Right, of course that's why Kyu-Sik had even bothered looking him up, because he was apparently some suspicious creeper. "Oh," Donovan smiled vaguely, attention back on his cup, finding the refraction of the light through the ice cubes fascinating suddenly. He felt a bit embarrassed for even have assumed anything else by it. "No, nevermind," he dismissed, really didn't want to bother the other that much. Imposing himself onto somebody clearly not interested felt desperate, too needy. No need to let himself get carried away just because Kyu-Sik had stumbled upon his secrets that he dumbly rambled on about without any decent sense of shame. It was difficult to forget his mother's scolding whenever he made the conversation impolite, had discouraged him from anything but empty positivity. No doubt, no questioning, no hint of unhappiness. Perhaps his mother was wrong about many things, but that seemed to hold true.
He wished he hadn't said anything at all, wished he could take back everything he revealed. But it was too late, and Donovan grabbed a plate without really looking at it just so he had something to poke at for awhile. How much longer was Kyu-Sik going to eat before he could leave?
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Post by KYU-SIK MOON on Nov 14, 2013 6:05:27 GMT -8
Today won’t come again. At some point, the time has already...
May 24th
tag | Donovan
words | 309 | Kyu-Sik finished chewing and swallowing his tuna before he propped his elbow on the table and leaned his head in his palm. This was a predicament. It was almost hilarious when he realized what their conversation had turned into. They were quite a pair. Between them, Kyu-Sik wasn't sure how willing he was to really waste more time on someone else and Donovan wasn't going to pursue that clear lack of interest. It seemed this wasn't going to go anywhere.
However, Donovan wasn't that bad in the end. He was weird to say the least, but he wasn't horrible. The man was easy to talk to and there was something easily comforting about him. Even after all of the disastrous things that had happened that month, with and without the man, he felt at least somewhat… less tense? That was nice after being put through so much trouble. He wasn't even going to bring up the strange dreams, passing memories, or brief glances of scribbles that weren't there at all. Kyu-Sik bit his lip, feeling like he was going to regret the decision he was about to make. He pulled his phone from his pocket, put in the code, and then used it to text his email address to the number he had for Donovan.
"Here," he offered. It was hesitant, but the deed was done. Who knew what would actually come of that in the future, but Donovan now had plenty of options if he wanted to contact him again. There was calling, text message, emailing, and even writing a letter if he was feeling up to that instead. There was nothing more he could really hand over to him.
"Is there anything else you wanted to try eating?" Before Donovan could even answer, he was grabbing a plate with roe sushi to place in front of him. |
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Post by DONOVAN SHEPHERD on Nov 15, 2013 2:20:56 GMT -8
Not really paying close attention to why Kyu-Sik was fiddling with his phone, too busy contemplating how many pieces of chopped green onions he could count in his untouched miso soup, the muffled ping of his cell phone alert caught Donovan a bit off guard. Pulling it out after determining it must have been his, he stared down at what he recognized as an email address. From Kyu-Sik. Oh. It hadn't been difficult to accept that they weren't going to exchange more contact information, but receiving it brought a small grin. Even if he wasn't sure what he'd even do with it, if he'd be able to type out more than a few words before deleting the message. But it was more effort than he usually made, and Donovan really didn't like to make too many excuses for himself why he couldn't make friends. His run-in with Neil yesterday had ended awkwardly, all on his own part. And it was a shame, because he seemed like somebody he otherwise could have gotten along with if he didn't shutdown so quickly. Somebody that maybe he could have asked for help for learning how to use a computer.
He saved the e-mail to his address book, just in case he was able to go through with it. "What's a moonks?" Donovan asked, unaware of the other boy's last name. If Donovan had a moment to think about it, Kyu-Sik did seem the type that would use some variation of his name as an email. Appropriate for giving out professionally. Donovan hadn't realized that was a thing when he made his own, but never had to worry too much about what impressions he gave professionally.
"Ah, I was going to ask when a good time to visit the store would be," he remembered, had lost that train of thought when their conversation had taken a sharp turn to divulging way too much about his past. "I'd like if you could help me pick out some sheet music."
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Post by KYU-SIK MOON on Nov 15, 2013 4:11:32 GMT -8
Today won’t come again. At some point, the time has already...
May 24th
tag | Donovan
words | 319 | "Moon is my family name," he explained patiently. He hadn't really thought about the fact that it seemed like a weird word or pet name until after he made it and started giving it to people in high school. After that he had given enough of a hard time about it to appreciate that at least Donovan was just confused because he might not have known his surname. The rest he felt was self explanatory. 'K' for 'kyu', 's' for 'sik'. He was sure that Donovan could figure that out for himself. Though he did decide to clarify the surname. "It means 'knowledge', not moon." Of course.
That said, Kyu-Sik was almost at his sushi limit. He had grabbed the roe for Donovan, and now he was waiting for something else. Flatfish? No. Salmon? Not baaad. Egg? Nope. Tuna. More fatty tuna. He shamelessly helped himself to another plate. It wasn't as if he was the one paying, after all. In fact, maybe after the tuna, he would even grab a piece of cake for the two of them.
"Any time is a good time to stop by the shop. We're less busy around lunch time and there's usually one of us there." Now that Mi-Ho was back home, she was taking on some of his workload during the day. Kyu-Sik tried to think of his schedule for the next week. He was at the tailors for the most of it, and probably then some considering that he'd have work to catch up on now. "I can help you out after this, actually. It's either today or next wednesday. You're definitely getting some Debussy and Bolling." Both composers had really great duets for piano and flute, so he always appreciated them. Not that he was thinking about playing himself in that, he just liked the piano parts. "Do you care for duets or do you want specifically solo pieces?" |
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Post by DONOVAN SHEPHERD on Nov 15, 2013 5:37:45 GMT -8
The plate of roe had gone mostly ignored, the bright orange fish eggs difficult to find appealing. But he finally shoveled the roll into his mouth, trying to swallow it quickly, chewing as little as possible to avoid the strange popping of salty eggs. "Moon?" he questioned, wondered if the word for the moon was somehow the same in Korean as it was in English even though it wouldn't make any sense for it to be. Kyu-Sik cleared up his misconception quickly, that he was glad he hadn't bothered to ask. "Shepherd just... means shepherd," he explained with all the awareness that he needn't, no special meaning behind his name as far as he could derive. If Donovan had any meaning, he wasn't all too aware of it.
As much as he wanted to purchase some sheet music, find an excuse to draw out their... outing, he was beginning to doubt if he'd be able to afford to buy anything. And would it be rude to take time in the shop, make Kyu-Sik recommend some pieces for him, only to walk out without a purchase. But maybe Kyu-Sik would be willing to hold them at the store for after Donovan got paid again, and it'd be another excuse to go out that way and actually have an obligation to force himself to do so. Next Wednesday was too far away for Donovan to change his mind too many times between now and then.
"Today's fine. Just solo pieces," he insisted without much thought, "I don't have anybody to play with." Not that he ever sought out a partner or even considered it, generally preferred to keep his playing to himself without even an audience. It was something that he did for his own peace of mind that including anybody else would throw off the dynamic, make it more stressful. "Unless... there's something with flute?" he asked before he had the chance to think better of it, before he could worry whether it might come off the wrong way. "Do you play with a group?"
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Post by KYU-SIK MOON on Nov 15, 2013 5:59:23 GMT -8
Today won’t come again. At some point, the time has already...
May 24th
tag | Donovan
words | 174 | Kyu-Sik had figured that Shepherd could be literally translated since he'd be willing to guess it was an English name. Or Irish? Wherever white people had a lot of sheep. Regardless, it seemed pretty more straight forward than the deceptive Korean surname. "That makes sense." And after that, his last piece of sushi was finally gone. He set down his chopsticks and turned his eyes to the rotated belt again. One usually had to order a piece of cake, but with any luck a piece would sneak by without him having to bother the chef.
However, he was distracted again by Donovan. He had almost tuned him out without answering again, just as he had before when they brushed by the topic. That would've been easiest for him. However, it wasn't entirely fair. Not after Donovan had revealed so much to him. Finally decided that maybe he should be honest, Kyu-Sik shook his head. "There's plenty with flute, but I haven't actually played since I graduated high school. I guess I've been avoiding it."
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