Gutterflower /3
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Yunho’s mother was tsking over the morning paper.
“These celebrities - if it’s not one thing, it’s another.” She commented, tapping her fingers against the dirty print. He knew she was waiting for it, so he sighed and obliged.
“What’s happened?” He asked, boredly. He poured himself some orange juice, and hoped the story was short.
“That Soo-Ah. Cheating again! It’s no wonder really, given what she dresses like. I don’t know why they even bother trying to go out with her…” She rambled on, tsking and gossiping to herself as Yunho drank his juice and tuned her out. He didn’t bother mentioning to his mother that half the stories in her paper were made up to sell more copies. Juicy celebrity stories sold more papers then stories about the rising interest rates. At least with the sort of ‘papers’ his mother read.
“Yes mother. Terrible.” He interjected at the appropriate spot. It was nearly time for him to leave for work anyway. He wondered if his life could get any duller. “I’m going now.” He said to the stained wall as he collected his keys.
“Okay dear. Take care.” His mother’s voice is distracted as he walks away down the hall to the door and he knew she hadn’t looked up from her trashy gossip rag.
Sometimes, late at night when he lay on his bed staring at the ceiling, he wondered why he was still here. If it would be any different anywhere else.
One day just bled into the next, and as he steped off the front step, locking the apartment door, Yunho wondered if this is all there was.
Yunho’s mother was tsking over the morning paper.
“These celebrities - if it’s not one thing, it’s another.” She commented, tapping her fingers against the dirty print. He knew she was waiting for it, so he sighed and obliged.
“What’s happened?” He asked, boredly. He poured himself some orange juice, and hoped the story was short.
“That Soo-Ah. Cheating again! It’s no wonder really, given what she dresses like. I don’t know why they even bother trying to go out with her…” She rambled on, tsking and gossiping to herself as Yunho drank his juice and tuned her out. He didn’t bother mentioning to his mother that half the stories in her paper were made up to sell more copies. Juicy celebrity stories sold more papers then stories about the rising interest rates. At least with the sort of ‘papers’ his mother read.
“Yes mother. Terrible.” He interjected at the appropriate spot. It was nearly time for him to leave for work anyway. He wondered if his life could get any duller. “I’m going now.” He said to the stained wall as he collected his keys.
“Okay dear. Take care.” His mother’s voice is distracted as he walks away down the hall to the door and he knew she hadn’t looked up from her trashy gossip rag.
Sometimes, late at night when he lay on his bed staring at the ceiling, he wondered why he was still here. If it would be any different anywhere else.
One day just bled into the next, and as he steped off the front step, locking the apartment door, Yunho wondered if this is all there was.