[ in an alternate universe it's yoshida ntr i guess
But in this particular reality—the one where Yoshida doesn't exist—Bijou's preferences are irrelevant. What holds weight here are Yuwon's feelings… or the apparent lack of them, as Elysium's eyes narrow when Yuwon brushes roughly against his shoulder. Unfortunately for everyone involved, his globes are not the product of divine artistry but rather the result of tireless effort—a fact that means there will be no thunderous clapping here, unlike the raucous ovations that seem to follow the duke wherever he goes.
Not that it matters much, as who knows when the duke will grace them with his presence again. The thought stirs a disjointed kind of sentiment, a conflicted blend of gratitude for the rare time alone and simmering frustration at the same. It's a little maddening, this restless limbo of wanting and resenting all at once, as if caught in the gravitational pull of something he can't escape.
… The gravitational pull of Yuwon's planets, perhaps. It is, after all, not always about size. ]
Maybe we should've played something like chess if you wanted to get your ass beat that badly. [ … A scoff escapes, followed by… a whiff on his part, too, focus drifting elsewhere. Days like these were already an unspoken pattern—nights that were once spent as a trio now quietly, or not so quietly shifting into a duo, the absence of their third companion an inevitability rather than an occasional inconvenience.
It wasn't exactly how he'd envisioned this one unfolding, even if he'd never intended to act on his feelings in the first place. Even so, the shift in their dynamic hangs in the air, heavy, leaving him uncertain if these nights could continue as they were much longer anyway.
In the end, one could boil Elysium's life down to a series of bets and wagers—whether over petty matters like chores and thankless tasks no one else wanted or higher-stakes challenges he'd set for himself. Win this round, and he'd commit to asking for a lunch, maybe even a one-on-one of a different kind… little games like that. But having the choice stripped away left him feeling distinctly off-kilter, as though the balance he'd meticulously maintained had shifted without warning. ]
What is it like, then? [ He turns, gaze flicking over with a sharp precision, arms crossing in a stance that practically radiates expectation. ] Since this obviously isn't going anywhere.
[ this match, them, yuwon. … this is also so kdrama ]
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But in this particular reality—the one where Yoshida doesn't exist—Bijou's preferences are irrelevant. What holds weight here are Yuwon's feelings… or the apparent lack of them, as Elysium's eyes narrow when Yuwon brushes roughly against his shoulder. Unfortunately for everyone involved, his globes are not the product of divine artistry but rather the result of tireless effort—a fact that means there will be no thunderous clapping here, unlike the raucous ovations that seem to follow the duke wherever he goes.
Not that it matters much, as who knows when the duke will grace them with his presence again. The thought stirs a disjointed kind of sentiment, a conflicted blend of gratitude for the rare time alone and simmering frustration at the same. It's a little maddening, this restless limbo of wanting and resenting all at once, as if caught in the gravitational pull of something he can't escape.
… The gravitational pull of Yuwon's planets, perhaps. It is, after all, not always about size. ]
Maybe we should've played something like chess if you wanted to get your ass beat that badly. [ … A scoff escapes, followed by… a whiff on his part, too, focus drifting elsewhere. Days like these were already an unspoken pattern—nights that were once spent as a trio now quietly, or not so quietly shifting into a duo, the absence of their third companion an inevitability rather than an occasional inconvenience.
It wasn't exactly how he'd envisioned this one unfolding, even if he'd never intended to act on his feelings in the first place. Even so, the shift in their dynamic hangs in the air, heavy, leaving him uncertain if these nights could continue as they were much longer anyway.
In the end, one could boil Elysium's life down to a series of bets and wagers—whether over petty matters like chores and thankless tasks no one else wanted or higher-stakes challenges he'd set for himself. Win this round, and he'd commit to asking for a lunch, maybe even a one-on-one of a different kind… little games like that. But having the choice stripped away left him feeling distinctly off-kilter, as though the balance he'd meticulously maintained had shifted without warning. ]
What is it like, then? [ He turns, gaze flicking over with a sharp precision, arms crossing in a stance that practically radiates expectation. ] Since this obviously isn't going anywhere.
[ this match, them, yuwon. … this is also so kdrama ]