[ 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 ]
[ once again, there's no lack of confidence to be found here. even if his self-assurance is completely fabricated and there's absolutely no justification, it's not like he'd be called out on his bluff at this point. or maybe he would, and this would just be another topic in which he conveniently slips under the proverbial rug. almost just as positive that they'd evade, avoid, and forgo like they've always done like clockwork.
honestly, he notices there's a shift in moods. an intangible discomfort and tension that existed between the two of them. one that he feels is all the more palpable today than any other night, and yet it's one he just as easily overlooks. not from any lack of care on his part, but simply because it was ... comfortable not to disrupt whatever this was. it's always been like that, and yet even he's coming to the stark realization that everything inevitably comes to an end. like a worn bowstring drawn taut where every bit of pressure pushes it towards its final breaking point. but, well... yuwon never was the type to rely on items.
or in this case, he's not about to give in and divulge any speck of his actual thoughts. not from any real lack of trust, and not even from the apathy that he wears like a mask— but, simply because he doesn't want to lose. whether in chess, billiards, or whatever this limbo is. ] Only you think it's not going anywhere.
[ when elysium's turn ends in yet another whiff, he ends up pilfering elysium's pool stick from him. his eyes clearly saying "watch and see," before he comes up right beside him. he seems to deliberate on it briefly, before snatches elysium's hand. he forcefully spreads his fingers apart, then places his hand flat against the pool table. it gradually becomes clear that he's trying to use elysium's hand as his bridge. configuring his hand to fit the shaft of the pool stick perfectly. ]
Why don't you make yourself useful instead of worrying about me?
I think I have a fair shot at beating you at a lot of things that don't involve physical activity.
[ Does he think Yuwon is mostly brawn? Yeah… He's no member of Mensa or whatever the equivalent would be, but he is more diligent with academics and games involving tactics than one might expect. Billiards—a game of precision, accuracy, and strategy—is typically more his ballpark than direct combat. It's unfortunate that in this situation, where focusing on the game itself feels nearly impossible, they might as well be throwing hands if they wanted to defuse this stupid tension.
In fact, it almost feels like Yuwon is itching for it too, judging by how he snatches his cue stick away with thinly guised aggression. Normally, in situations like this, Elysium would be teasing him for grandstanding—because even he didn't grandstand like this. But with things the way they were, all he feels is his annoyance bubbling up further. What more… ]
… what, you aren't actually thinking of getting in between them, are you? I said what I said, but—
[ He doesn't actually endorse breaking the bro code?!?! And he'd say as much, perhaps not in those exact words, but before he can Yuwon seems intent on doing something with their hands that goes beyond mere throwing. ]
—what the hell? [ is what he says instead, when part of his back ends up almost flush against Yuwon's pillowy, doughy chest, a real contender for the Synflux's top baked goods award. It's a weird position to be in—one he never imagined himself in, especially considering his height. And while he'd like to say it's taking everything in him not to elbow Yuwon right in the gut… he's frozen, expression blank, until everything catches up to him all at once and suddenly, his heart thuds.
At least he has the grace to wait for Yuwon to finish his turn, and it's not because his thoughts are racing to catch up before he twists his body to grasp at Yuwon's collar… or so he tells himself. Does this mean his back is awkwardly against the table now? Yeah. But it is what it is!!! ] Who wants to bother with a guy lacking as much common sense as you?
Are you underestimating me, or overestimating yourself?
[ does he mean this in reference to elysium stating that he could beat him anything non-physical, or the fact that he may or may not have plans to ( muppet voice ) netorare. neru is to sleep. except, that's presuming yuwon were capable of any of that, including having any single shred of game in his body.
which is probably clear in the way he gets handsy with elysium, his fingers rough, and without any single hint of delicacy. if it's a breach of etiquette, or bad manners, he seems to pay it no mind. no, perhaps that was exactly the point he wanted to make. a sign to say "if you overstep, so will i." unspoken words, if just because all the supposed communication they need is hidden somewhere in the silence that persists like a perpetual fog.
it only seems to break when the literal ball begins rolling and he actually ends up sinking one in.
oh, does that mean, it's still his turn?
his eyes don't seem all too focused on the billiards table, however. instead, his eyes fall back on elysium. there's no plump rump for him to oogle over considering he's face to face with him, or rather to assess and lay descriptive judgment on... but, that doesn't mean he doesn't feel and see the tautness of his muscles beneath his tight shirt. or, the way he grips his shirt collar. ] Aren't you doing it right now? Bothering with me?
If you're going to run your mouth, get back into position. [ he gives a brief shrug, as if trying to brush elysium off of him. after all, he has a game to win here. whether it's their verbal argument, or pool, like they initially intended. then again, he wonders of either of them are really invested in this game.
in hindsight, maybe he shouldn't treat elysium like an object, like a discarded painting covered in fake blood. ]
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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 ]
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[ once again, there's no lack of confidence to be found here. even if his self-assurance is completely fabricated and there's absolutely no justification, it's not like he'd be called out on his bluff at this point. or maybe he would, and this would just be another topic in which he conveniently slips under the proverbial rug. almost just as positive that they'd evade, avoid, and forgo like they've always done like clockwork.
honestly, he notices there's a shift in moods. an intangible discomfort and tension that existed between the two of them. one that he feels is all the more palpable today than any other night, and yet it's one he just as easily overlooks. not from any lack of care on his part, but simply because it was ... comfortable not to disrupt whatever this was. it's always been like that, and yet even he's coming to the stark realization that everything inevitably comes to an end. like a worn bowstring drawn taut where every bit of pressure pushes it towards its final breaking point. but, well... yuwon never was the type to rely on items.
or in this case, he's not about to give in and divulge any speck of his actual thoughts. not from any real lack of trust, and not even from the apathy that he wears like a mask— but, simply because he doesn't want to lose. whether in chess, billiards, or whatever this limbo is. ] Only you think it's not going anywhere.
[ when elysium's turn ends in yet another whiff, he ends up pilfering elysium's pool stick from him. his eyes clearly saying "watch and see," before he comes up right beside him. he seems to deliberate on it briefly, before snatches elysium's hand. he forcefully spreads his fingers apart, then places his hand flat against the pool table. it gradually becomes clear that he's trying to use elysium's hand as his bridge. configuring his hand to fit the shaft of the pool stick perfectly. ]
Why don't you make yourself useful instead of worrying about me?
[ from kdrama to lads... ]
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[ Does he think Yuwon is mostly brawn? Yeah… He's no member of Mensa or whatever the equivalent would be, but he is more diligent with academics and games involving tactics than one might expect. Billiards—a game of precision, accuracy, and strategy—is typically more his ballpark than direct combat. It's unfortunate that in this situation, where focusing on the game itself feels nearly impossible, they might as well be throwing hands if they wanted to defuse this stupid tension.
In fact, it almost feels like Yuwon is itching for it too, judging by how he snatches his cue stick away with thinly guised aggression. Normally, in situations like this, Elysium would be teasing him for grandstanding—because even he didn't grandstand like this. But with things the way they were, all he feels is his annoyance bubbling up further. What more… ]
… what, you aren't actually thinking of getting in between them, are you? I said what I said, but—
[ He doesn't actually endorse breaking the bro code?!?! And he'd say as much, perhaps not in those exact words, but before he can Yuwon seems intent on doing something with their hands that goes beyond mere throwing. ]
—what the hell? [ is what he says instead, when part of his back ends up almost flush against Yuwon's pillowy, doughy chest, a real contender for the Synflux's top baked goods award. It's a weird position to be in—one he never imagined himself in, especially considering his height. And while he'd like to say it's taking everything in him not to elbow Yuwon right in the gut… he's frozen, expression blank, until everything catches up to him all at once and suddenly, his heart thuds.
At least he has the grace to wait for Yuwon to finish his turn, and it's not because his thoughts are racing to catch up before he twists his body to grasp at Yuwon's collar… or so he tells himself. Does this mean his back is awkwardly against the table now? Yeah. But it is what it is!!! ] Who wants to bother with a guy lacking as much common sense as you?
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[ does he mean this in reference to elysium stating that he could beat him anything non-physical, or the fact that he may or may not have plans to ( muppet voice ) netorare. neru is to sleep. except, that's presuming yuwon were capable of any of that, including having any single shred of game in his body.
which is probably clear in the way he gets handsy with elysium, his fingers rough, and without any single hint of delicacy. if it's a breach of etiquette, or bad manners, he seems to pay it no mind. no, perhaps that was exactly the point he wanted to make. a sign to say "if you overstep, so will i." unspoken words, if just because all the supposed communication they need is hidden somewhere in the silence that persists like a perpetual fog.
it only seems to break when the literal ball begins rolling and he actually ends up sinking one in.
oh, does that mean, it's still his turn?
his eyes don't seem all too focused on the billiards table, however. instead, his eyes fall back on elysium. there's no plump rump for him to oogle over considering he's face to face with him, or rather to assess and lay descriptive judgment on... but, that doesn't mean he doesn't feel and see the tautness of his muscles beneath his tight shirt. or, the way he grips his shirt collar. ] Aren't you doing it right now? Bothering with me?
If you're going to run your mouth, get back into position. [ he gives a brief shrug, as if trying to brush elysium off of him. after all, he has a game to win here. whether it's their verbal argument, or pool, like they initially intended. then again, he wonders of either of them are really invested in this game.
in hindsight, maybe he shouldn't treat elysium like an object, like a discarded painting covered in fake blood. ]