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[figured]

eunyu. where are you?

[deboules]

what do you want

[ not the answer he wants, notably, but an answer all the same. one that only takes a handful of minutes, this time, rather than leaving him to wait an agonizing hour out of spite. (progress? possibly.) ]

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[ unfortunately for the both of them, eunhyuk is having an allergic reaction to this almost-niceness. a little over two months by his reckoning, and he hasn't made as much progress as he'd like finding a way to get eunyu home. ]

new people have arrived. might be worth it to see if there's anyone we know.

have you eaten?

[deboules]

[ a puff of breath gusts out of her chest, carrying its ironic twinge. anyone we know. it's so close to optimism, on eunhyuk's part, that it's prone to giving her a rash. ]

afraid to be stuck all alone with your shitty sister?
i bet it's just another group of useless strangers

[ open heart surgery without anesthetic sounds more pleasant than admitting aloud she misses jisu, to some extent. hyunsu, too. a pair that deserves to be in the relative paradise this is, compared to home, more than she and eunhyuk ever have. ]

you're buying

[ — if they're eating. naturally. it makes her feel at least marginally more in control, in the face of eunhyuk's helicopter babysitting. ]

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when have i let you pay for anything.

[ so maybe he's less patient than he'd like to be right now. this once, or at least in this specific instance, he's the one lashing out. he shouldn't be here, and neither should eunyu. he's certain they both agree on that point, even if their reasons are different. so why them? why not the others, too? ]

if the others are here the more options we'll both have. have you moved from your quarters?

[deboules]

[ no. she cannibalizes the answer, the muscles in her jaw clamping into a flex. he doesn't need a bigger excuse to haunt her steps under the guise of caring. instead, equally as vitrolic as he's given: ]

how pathetic do you think i am
i have plenty of options with or without them

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you're not the only one playing the game, eunyu.

[ one thin layer between them, one of many, and eunhyuk is choosing to rip it apart with blunt-headed gracelessness. he stays out of her business, and she's free to come in and out of his if she chooses. this is how things are. but it's not working as well as it used to anymore, not here. something has to change, and it's on him to force it for now. ]

have you told anyone that we're related? no joking around. i need to know who if you have.

[deboules]

[ it's not my problem you can't get laid. she backspaces. mulls it over. inevitably deletes the (obvious) provocation. not for eunhyuk's sake, but her own. something in his approach feels like a concussive strike that renders her dizzy with inexplicable nausea. ]

wow. you must think you're pretty special.
i don't talk about you at all.

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[ what the hell are they doing? this is just a conversation. they should not be this aggressive, ten layers of curdled anger and tension seeping through— and yet.

what does special have to do with it? this unintentionally works for what he's planning to do. ]

i gave your name to someone. he'll speak to you if anything happens to me. don't worry, i was charitable about your graces.

what did you want to eat?

[deboules]

[ "if." it has the stench of one of eunhyuk's stupid plans emanating off of it like death rot. enough to curdle her nose and stomach in equal measure. ]

what the hell is that supposed to mean

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you don't like to eat now?

it means what it means. if anything happens to me, he'll tell you.

[ you won't have to worry, he doesn't say. that feels even more of a lie than the rest of what he's already said. ]

when i blink and an entire week has passed lmf

[deboules]

don't play dumb with me. you're not good at it.

[ maybe playing dumb is the wrong phrase for it. feigning ignorance, then — as if she's unaware eunhyuk's mind is a well-honed, sharp instrument, scalpel-sharp and twice as cutting. ]

i won't forgive you if you're planning something stupid again
so you had better reconsider

same vibes

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time will tell if it's as stupid as you think. you're lucky; i'm having trouble with it.

[ they communicate in small, targeted aggressions. he wouldn't know what to do if even this part of their relationship lost its edge. ]

just come up, please.
it's getting late for lunch.

we out here forgetting time

[deboules]

screw off. i'm not in the mood for your shit, eunhyuk.

[ not that it's different from any other day, but vocalizing it so directly — unmarred by hidden jabs and prodding at old bruises — is blunter than she'd normally prefer. less cavalier, with that imperial feline-esque air to it.

he'd said please, at least. much as she wants to find it pathetic, it gnaws at her. and so, a simple demand and concession: ] budae jjigae

eyyy

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[ he's not even acknowledging that first message for both their sakes. it's embarassing. ]

they only have knockoff spam here. you want to wait here while i cook?