i worked a lot on writing drafts whilst i was holiday, that's why i've published more lately but now that i'm back i don't think my updates will be frequent what with having to prepare for exams and university in the upcoming year so i hope you guys understand :// ly.
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he's preparing his two year old's lunchbox when his phone rings. picking it up, he positions it between his shoulder and ear, his hands busy trying to make a tuna and sweetcorn sandwich shaped like a tuna itself upon jeongsan's request. "hello?"
"i want to talk about this boyfriend thing." the boy halts in his movements: it's taehyung, who'd taken his number before parting from jeongguk's beat up peugeot yesterday, thought not without hurling insults at him.
"o–oh, okay. i want to, uh, talk about it too. have rules and regulations."
"yeah? what do you have in mind?"
jeongguk, pausing in his movements, tries to remember what he'd typed out in his notes last night the second he was in his pyjamas, in his bed, trying not to have a panic attack whilst thinking about what he'd just experienced. he swallows hard. "okay: 'one, my safety should not be endangered—'"
"endangered," taehyung quotes, "gods, you're so dramatic."
"i nearly died last night." jeongguk, giving up with his sandwich, bites into it, talking to taehyung over his mouthful, irritated.
"details. now, go on."
jeongguk, grudgingly, 'goes on'; "'if endangered i have right to protect myself—'"
"okay, but how are you going to protect yourself?" taehyung, unimpressed, interrupts.
jeongguk swallows his mouthful. "i have a pen knife." he says, biting into the sandwich once again. "im pretty nifty with a nail cutter, you know."
taehyung laughs, "my hand will be round your heart the second you, half dead, lift your pen knife."
"i have pepper spray."
taehyung considers it, "okay."
"'if i'm not able to protect myself from being injured, you're to pay for my hospital bills and medication. if i'm not able to protect myself from death, you're to pay for my son's, jeongsan's, education.'"
"sure, okay."
"oh." the boy blinks, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. "i–i didn't think you'd say yes so fast."
"i might as well put the money i've taken from my dead husbands to use."
"well, when you phrase it like that, i—"
"moving on, guk."
"guk? that's new." the boy lifts an eyebrow, biting into the sandwich, finishing it.
