prison au chap 10 extras.
Circa 1,700 words of them. Uhh, spoiler for SuJu movie here?
College - stories of one misspent youth
It's 7AM and Eric wakes up because he has to pee so bad he'll surely explode if he doesn't.
It takes a while for him to untangle himself from the embrace of five others, which doesn't really help matters, and when Eric finally makes it to the bathroom, he asks himself - again - why the fuck they always end up sharing a bed after a party?
“It's useful,” Dongwan said the last time they did it, to which Minwoo replied, “The fuck it ain't. It's uncomfortable and makes my neck sore the next day.”
Dongwan looked at him. “Maybe that was the...” but he trailed off as Minwoo looked at Andy, and then Eric, and then Dongwan.
Eric still doesn't know what the fuck it is between those two, and he's not sure he ever wants to find out.
He crawls back into his spot, now overtaken by Junjin, and he has to push and cram himself between Junjin and Andy, and it is uncomfortable, but at least it's also warm. Andy's arm slides across his stomach as Junjin mumbles, “Hyung,” maybe to Hyesung, or maybe to him. Eric falls asleep soon after.
*
Even the nights he scores on, even the nights the others score on, they end up together by the end of the night - or beginning of the morning, depending on your definition.
“I thought you had that - that - what was her name?” Eric asks Hyesung.
“Oh, no, she went home early,” Hyesung says with a shrug as Minwoo gives him a drink.
“What about yours?” Minwoo asks Eric.
“We listened to a CD in her room,” Eric replies. A gentleman never kisses and tells. “Twice. She was on top.”
“I want that CD,” Dongwan says and drops his head on Andy's shoulder. “Where's Jinnie?”
“Listening to a CD, perhaps,” Hyesung suggests with a smile.
“Whose room is this?” Andy asks, closing his eyes.
“It smells funny,” Minwoo notices.
“I'm so tired,” Dongwan whines, snuggling closer to Andy, who's already asleep.
“It's your room,” Eric says, realizing he's the least drunk person in the room. “And it's too small for all of us.”
“Psh,” Minwoo says and joins Dongwan and Andy on the sofa.
Eric looks at Hyesung. “You going to sleep here, too?”
Hyesung shakes his head, looking very sick all of the sudden. “Bathroom.”
“What?”
When some of the puke lands on the leg of his jeans, he understands what Hyesung means.
*
They study, too, of course.
“I kept dropping my pen in class,” Junjin explains, “so I could pick it up and for a small moment, be closer to her.”
“That is so romantic,” Andy sighs. “In a creepy sort of way.”
“I don't care about looks,” Minwoo announces. “What I want is a smart girl, a studious girl.”
“Still having trouble with that essay?” Dongwan asks.
“Yeah,” Minwoo admits.
“The Chinese teacher asked me out yesterday,” Eric says, and everybody turns silent.
“Well?” Junjin finally asks. “What did you tell her?”
“I turned her down, naturally,” Eric answers. “You know, until the end of the semester.”
“I hate you,” Dongwan says.
*
The realization is pure and crystal clear, and comes in the form of lace panties against his pillow and somebody's ass (not a girl's) in the proximity of his face.
He sits up, and can't remember if Minwoo had sex with the girl, or if he had sex with the girl, or if they both did, and why he's naked and the girl's not, and whose panties, and why Minwoo is naked, and who is snoring in the bath tub.
It's a kind of low, and he's pretty sure that low was fucking hilarious last night, whatever happened, but the point is, it's still a low.
His cell phone rings. Mom.
“Oh, you know,” he tells her, taking a blanket and throwing it on Andy in the tub (cradling one shampoo bottle, one beer bottle), “just studying so late the guys fell asleep at my house.”
“Poor things, try not to kill yourselves,” his mother says.
“Of course, of course,” Eric says and boy, the guilt really hurts just then. “Bye mom.”
There is a sound of flushing and Dongwan stumbles out of the bathroom. “Whoever threw a condom in the sink better clean it up or I will murder them..” he mutters under his breath and then sees Eric. “Why are you wearing girl trousers?”
“I didn't notice whose these were,” Eric explains.
Dongwan rubs his eyes. “I think Junjin had a girl over. Could've just been Hyesung in a dress, though. Fuck, I'm never drinking again.”
“Let's make some coffee,” Eric says.
“Good luck with it,” Dongwan says with a grin. “We had a bet last night about who could put the coffee machine into pieces and re-assemble it the fastest. Turns out, nobody could re-assemble it. At all.”
“Why do we do this shit?” Eric says indignantly, looking at the black plastic all over Dongwan's kitchen table.
“Because if we didn't,” Dongwan begins, throwing an arm around Eric's neck, “we wouldn't be very legendary.”
*
“It's April Fool's, right?” Minwoo asks Eric.
Eric doesn't say anything.
“It's April Fool's, right?” Minwoo asks Dongwan.
“Hyung,” Andy begins, eyes downcast, carefully phrasing his words, “you do know what becoming a priest means, right?”
Eric nods quietly.
“The virtuous life serving God aspect...” Dongwan trails off.
Hyesung bites his lower lip. “We're just not sure if that's your thing.”
“You're very good at leading a sinful life, hyung,” Junjin says honestly.
“I'm so tired of all the sex and the booze and the sin,” Eric begins explaining. “It's hurting me.” He puts a hand over his heart. “Here.”
There's a silence among them. Minwoo clears his throat. “Still, it's April Fool's, right?”
“It's January,” Dongwan says, patting Minwoo's shoulder.
“Shit,” Andy says. “When are you leaving, then?”
“Next week,” Eric answers.
“Can I have your girlfriend?” Junjin asks.
“Sure,” Eric says.
“We'll miss you, hyung,” Junjin says, pulling Eric into a hug.
“I'll miss you, too.”
“We'll visit you,” Minwoo says.
“And stalk you for the rest of your life,” Dongwan says with a smile. “You'll never be able to get rid of us.”
“We'll come confess all our sins to you,” Hyesung says.
“We'll make sure we have lots of sins to confess,” Andy says, grinning.
“I think this all calls for a celebration,” Junjin says.
“I don't know, guys,” Eric resists but gets pulled along anyway, and somewhere between 1 AM - when Dongwan finds a bottle of tequila he once stashed in Andy's closet for no reason in particular - and 4 AM when Minwoo and Junjin decide it'd be a good idea to paint a passed out Hyesung's face red with a can of tomato soup, Eric realizes he'll more than miss these guys.
He almost doesn't know how he'll make it without them.
**
Ahh drunken adventures. As of late I write them more than I actually have them. Sad.
KiChul therapy
** Inmate #6387WPC Kim Heechul
Cell block S1J3
Session #2
HC = inmate
KB = Dr Kim Kibum
KB - Heechul-sshi, go ahead and sit down. I'm sure you've noticed we are again taping the session--
HC - Do you tape all of them?
KB - Yes.
HC - With other prisoners, too?
KB - Yes.
HC - Even with Donghae?
KB - Yes .. why would Lee Donghae be any different?
HC - Well, if in here he's anything like he normally is, I would see why you wouldn't.
KB - Well, I do. Or I would. There have been technical complications with his sessions thus far.
HC - Oh, really. (with emphasis)
KB - (pause) But that's not why we're here. This time I'd like to discuss your crime.
HC - Oh, that old thing---
KB - It says here you hacked cyworld so that every cyworld address linked to your own page.
HC - Got a lot of hits that time.
KB - And then you couldn't erase it.
HC - Whoops.
KB - And they had to reformat the whole site, leading the public outrage.
HC - But at least I got a lot of hits.
KB - What made you do this?
HC - Oh gee, I don't know. The hits? The narcissism that stems from low self-esteem? The fact mommy didn't hug me enough as a kid?
KB - Your sarcasm is not appreciated, Kim Heechul.
HC - I think I need a hug now, Dr Kim. Can you hug me?
KB - No.
HC - Shame. Donghae tells me you hug him all the time.
KB - I don't!
HC - Have you tried? Might make a difference in his behavior.
KB - I sincerely doubt that.
HC - So do I, he's beyond repair.
KB - Why do you say that? There's no evidence anybody's “beyond repair” psychologically speaking.
HC - You're too nice.
KB - It says here you have also been treated for internet and internet gaming addictions.
HC - Yeah, because it's such a crime to play Starcraft every now and then.
KB - It says here you would bite at people who tried to make you leave the computer.
HC - What an outrageous lie.
KB - Is it really?
HC - Yes. I only scratched them a little. In the face, but you know.
KB - Right. Would you say you've been cured of the addictions?
HC - What about you yourself?
KB - (pause) Excuse me?
HC - Oh c'mon, stop acting like you don't know me.
KB - But I don't---
HC - Starcraft Chatroom #24, nickname “FlowerBoyTerrorist”?
KB - It's actually TerroristFlowerBoy..
HC - Caught you!
KB - I, uhh, don't know what you mean.
HC - Sure you don't, because I kicked your ass. Several times. You're looking at Catnim himself.
KB - What kind of a stupid nick name is that anyway?
HC - One that kicked your ass, several times.
KB - How do you know it was me, anyway?
HC - You sent me your picture, did you not? And I sent you mine?
KB - You didn't win that first round, I thought you were a girl so I let you win.
HC - You thought I was a girl? And fancied me?
KB - No! I just .. I'm always nice to noonas on Starcraft.
HC - So when did you stop?
KB - I had so much studying to do, I just couldn't find the time any more. You?
HC - Oh you know. Prison.
KB - That sucks.
HC - Really does, yeah. What was that sound?
KB - It, er, looks like we're out of time now.
HC - You're kidding, right? This was just getting fun.
KB - Yeah, well, work's work.
HC - How about that hug now, FlowerBoy?
KB - Absolutely not. (pause) Call me Terrorist.
HC - Maybe we can play it together next time.
KB - (cough) Certainly not.
HC - Of course, of course, would be most unprofessional and inappropriate.
KB - Yes. I'll see you next time, Catnim.
HC - Please, call me Cat-sshi.
I know it's absolutely fucking ridiculous that they would know each other before meeting in prison. Oh and in terms of timeline, this takes place in the earlier chapters, clearly. It'll get referenced in the next chapter.
College - stories of one misspent youth
It's 7AM and Eric wakes up because he has to pee so bad he'll surely explode if he doesn't.
It takes a while for him to untangle himself from the embrace of five others, which doesn't really help matters, and when Eric finally makes it to the bathroom, he asks himself - again - why the fuck they always end up sharing a bed after a party?
“It's useful,” Dongwan said the last time they did it, to which Minwoo replied, “The fuck it ain't. It's uncomfortable and makes my neck sore the next day.”
Dongwan looked at him. “Maybe that was the...” but he trailed off as Minwoo looked at Andy, and then Eric, and then Dongwan.
Eric still doesn't know what the fuck it is between those two, and he's not sure he ever wants to find out.
He crawls back into his spot, now overtaken by Junjin, and he has to push and cram himself between Junjin and Andy, and it is uncomfortable, but at least it's also warm. Andy's arm slides across his stomach as Junjin mumbles, “Hyung,” maybe to Hyesung, or maybe to him. Eric falls asleep soon after.
*
Even the nights he scores on, even the nights the others score on, they end up together by the end of the night - or beginning of the morning, depending on your definition.
“I thought you had that - that - what was her name?” Eric asks Hyesung.
“Oh, no, she went home early,” Hyesung says with a shrug as Minwoo gives him a drink.
“What about yours?” Minwoo asks Eric.
“We listened to a CD in her room,” Eric replies. A gentleman never kisses and tells. “Twice. She was on top.”
“I want that CD,” Dongwan says and drops his head on Andy's shoulder. “Where's Jinnie?”
“Listening to a CD, perhaps,” Hyesung suggests with a smile.
“Whose room is this?” Andy asks, closing his eyes.
“It smells funny,” Minwoo notices.
“I'm so tired,” Dongwan whines, snuggling closer to Andy, who's already asleep.
“It's your room,” Eric says, realizing he's the least drunk person in the room. “And it's too small for all of us.”
“Psh,” Minwoo says and joins Dongwan and Andy on the sofa.
Eric looks at Hyesung. “You going to sleep here, too?”
Hyesung shakes his head, looking very sick all of the sudden. “Bathroom.”
“What?”
When some of the puke lands on the leg of his jeans, he understands what Hyesung means.
*
They study, too, of course.
“I kept dropping my pen in class,” Junjin explains, “so I could pick it up and for a small moment, be closer to her.”
“That is so romantic,” Andy sighs. “In a creepy sort of way.”
“I don't care about looks,” Minwoo announces. “What I want is a smart girl, a studious girl.”
“Still having trouble with that essay?” Dongwan asks.
“Yeah,” Minwoo admits.
“The Chinese teacher asked me out yesterday,” Eric says, and everybody turns silent.
“Well?” Junjin finally asks. “What did you tell her?”
“I turned her down, naturally,” Eric answers. “You know, until the end of the semester.”
“I hate you,” Dongwan says.
*
The realization is pure and crystal clear, and comes in the form of lace panties against his pillow and somebody's ass (not a girl's) in the proximity of his face.
He sits up, and can't remember if Minwoo had sex with the girl, or if he had sex with the girl, or if they both did, and why he's naked and the girl's not, and whose panties, and why Minwoo is naked, and who is snoring in the bath tub.
It's a kind of low, and he's pretty sure that low was fucking hilarious last night, whatever happened, but the point is, it's still a low.
His cell phone rings. Mom.
“Oh, you know,” he tells her, taking a blanket and throwing it on Andy in the tub (cradling one shampoo bottle, one beer bottle), “just studying so late the guys fell asleep at my house.”
“Poor things, try not to kill yourselves,” his mother says.
“Of course, of course,” Eric says and boy, the guilt really hurts just then. “Bye mom.”
There is a sound of flushing and Dongwan stumbles out of the bathroom. “Whoever threw a condom in the sink better clean it up or I will murder them..” he mutters under his breath and then sees Eric. “Why are you wearing girl trousers?”
“I didn't notice whose these were,” Eric explains.
Dongwan rubs his eyes. “I think Junjin had a girl over. Could've just been Hyesung in a dress, though. Fuck, I'm never drinking again.”
“Let's make some coffee,” Eric says.
“Good luck with it,” Dongwan says with a grin. “We had a bet last night about who could put the coffee machine into pieces and re-assemble it the fastest. Turns out, nobody could re-assemble it. At all.”
“Why do we do this shit?” Eric says indignantly, looking at the black plastic all over Dongwan's kitchen table.
“Because if we didn't,” Dongwan begins, throwing an arm around Eric's neck, “we wouldn't be very legendary.”
*
“It's April Fool's, right?” Minwoo asks Eric.
Eric doesn't say anything.
“It's April Fool's, right?” Minwoo asks Dongwan.
“Hyung,” Andy begins, eyes downcast, carefully phrasing his words, “you do know what becoming a priest means, right?”
Eric nods quietly.
“The virtuous life serving God aspect...” Dongwan trails off.
Hyesung bites his lower lip. “We're just not sure if that's your thing.”
“You're very good at leading a sinful life, hyung,” Junjin says honestly.
“I'm so tired of all the sex and the booze and the sin,” Eric begins explaining. “It's hurting me.” He puts a hand over his heart. “Here.”
There's a silence among them. Minwoo clears his throat. “Still, it's April Fool's, right?”
“It's January,” Dongwan says, patting Minwoo's shoulder.
“Shit,” Andy says. “When are you leaving, then?”
“Next week,” Eric answers.
“Can I have your girlfriend?” Junjin asks.
“Sure,” Eric says.
“We'll miss you, hyung,” Junjin says, pulling Eric into a hug.
“I'll miss you, too.”
“We'll visit you,” Minwoo says.
“And stalk you for the rest of your life,” Dongwan says with a smile. “You'll never be able to get rid of us.”
“We'll come confess all our sins to you,” Hyesung says.
“We'll make sure we have lots of sins to confess,” Andy says, grinning.
“I think this all calls for a celebration,” Junjin says.
“I don't know, guys,” Eric resists but gets pulled along anyway, and somewhere between 1 AM - when Dongwan finds a bottle of tequila he once stashed in Andy's closet for no reason in particular - and 4 AM when Minwoo and Junjin decide it'd be a good idea to paint a passed out Hyesung's face red with a can of tomato soup, Eric realizes he'll more than miss these guys.
He almost doesn't know how he'll make it without them.
**
Ahh drunken adventures. As of late I write them more than I actually have them. Sad.
KiChul therapy
** Inmate #6387WPC Kim Heechul
Cell block S1J3
Session #2
HC = inmate
KB = Dr Kim Kibum
KB - Heechul-sshi, go ahead and sit down. I'm sure you've noticed we are again taping the session--
HC - Do you tape all of them?
KB - Yes.
HC - With other prisoners, too?
KB - Yes.
HC - Even with Donghae?
KB - Yes .. why would Lee Donghae be any different?
HC - Well, if in here he's anything like he normally is, I would see why you wouldn't.
KB - Well, I do. Or I would. There have been technical complications with his sessions thus far.
HC - Oh, really. (with emphasis)
KB - (pause) But that's not why we're here. This time I'd like to discuss your crime.
HC - Oh, that old thing---
KB - It says here you hacked cyworld so that every cyworld address linked to your own page.
HC - Got a lot of hits that time.
KB - And then you couldn't erase it.
HC - Whoops.
KB - And they had to reformat the whole site, leading the public outrage.
HC - But at least I got a lot of hits.
KB - What made you do this?
HC - Oh gee, I don't know. The hits? The narcissism that stems from low self-esteem? The fact mommy didn't hug me enough as a kid?
KB - Your sarcasm is not appreciated, Kim Heechul.
HC - I think I need a hug now, Dr Kim. Can you hug me?
KB - No.
HC - Shame. Donghae tells me you hug him all the time.
KB - I don't!
HC - Have you tried? Might make a difference in his behavior.
KB - I sincerely doubt that.
HC - So do I, he's beyond repair.
KB - Why do you say that? There's no evidence anybody's “beyond repair” psychologically speaking.
HC - You're too nice.
KB - It says here you have also been treated for internet and internet gaming addictions.
HC - Yeah, because it's such a crime to play Starcraft every now and then.
KB - It says here you would bite at people who tried to make you leave the computer.
HC - What an outrageous lie.
KB - Is it really?
HC - Yes. I only scratched them a little. In the face, but you know.
KB - Right. Would you say you've been cured of the addictions?
HC - What about you yourself?
KB - (pause) Excuse me?
HC - Oh c'mon, stop acting like you don't know me.
KB - But I don't---
HC - Starcraft Chatroom #24, nickname “FlowerBoyTerrorist”?
KB - It's actually TerroristFlowerBoy..
HC - Caught you!
KB - I, uhh, don't know what you mean.
HC - Sure you don't, because I kicked your ass. Several times. You're looking at Catnim himself.
KB - What kind of a stupid nick name is that anyway?
HC - One that kicked your ass, several times.
KB - How do you know it was me, anyway?
HC - You sent me your picture, did you not? And I sent you mine?
KB - You didn't win that first round, I thought you were a girl so I let you win.
HC - You thought I was a girl? And fancied me?
KB - No! I just .. I'm always nice to noonas on Starcraft.
HC - So when did you stop?
KB - I had so much studying to do, I just couldn't find the time any more. You?
HC - Oh you know. Prison.
KB - That sucks.
HC - Really does, yeah. What was that sound?
KB - It, er, looks like we're out of time now.
HC - You're kidding, right? This was just getting fun.
KB - Yeah, well, work's work.
HC - How about that hug now, FlowerBoy?
KB - Absolutely not. (pause) Call me Terrorist.
HC - Maybe we can play it together next time.
KB - (cough) Certainly not.
HC - Of course, of course, would be most unprofessional and inappropriate.
KB - Yes. I'll see you next time, Catnim.
HC - Please, call me Cat-sshi.
I know it's absolutely fucking ridiculous that they would know each other before meeting in prison. Oh and in terms of timeline, this takes place in the earlier chapters, clearly. It'll get referenced in the next chapter.