phuqd_if_i_know's Journal
[Most Recent Entries]
[Calendar View]
[Friends]
Below are the 12 most recent journal entries recorded in
phuqd_if_i_know's InsaneJournal:
| Thursday, September 13th, 2007 | | 6:30 am |
k/It never fails to amaze me just how much easier life is when one has money to wave around. | | Wednesday, August 8th, 2007 | | 6:10 am |
journal
k & j/ Things are cool. Working at the restaurant for Ryu - mostly for room and board, but also for a small paycheck. It's nice to not be doing the things I used to have to do.
Miss Wookie, but I'll live. Seems like I've missed Wookie more than half my life. I'm used to it. It's not like he was ever really mine anyways.
Made a couple of new friends. Wonder why I have such a soft spot for kids as fucked in the head or worse than myself. No way to know, I guess.
Hey, DongWook. Boss said I could steal his bike as long as I didn't break it. Wanna go for a ride? | | Wednesday, June 13th, 2007 | | 7:45 am |
//the entry is done twice, once in Korean, once in Japanese. Taebin doesn't know very much English//
So Ryu said that I should get one of these journals. Meeting new people is a good thing, says he.
Name's Taebin.
Hi. | | Wednesday, June 6th, 2007 | | 8:39 pm |
Taebin pushed his shades up and sighed as the taxi let him off in front of the address Kumakura had written on the paper for him. It was a huge house - fancier than anything he'd stayed in before - including the Blue Princess's place. He shied away from the thought.
This was going to be a fresh start - another one - and he didn't want to think about the past.
He walked straight up to the door and knocked. | | Wednesday, November 8th, 2006 | | 10:28 pm |
Except when he was called upon to drive Arisa around, Taebin stuck pretty much to the garage and his room.
It wasn't that the people who'd suddenly flooded the Sonada home were unfriendly. There were just so many of them, all of whom spoke predominately Japanese, and one of them, of course, was Wook's much loved owner. And that just pissed Taebin off every which way he turned. His random spurts of uncontrolled violent rage - which had finally started to die off completely - were back and worse than ever. Every single time Wook trotted off to do Takeda's bidding.... every single time he gave Takeda that fucking half-worshipful look.... Hell, every time Wook said Takeda's name...
Taebin just wanted ahold of Wook and scream 'mine' at the top of his lungs.
But he couldn't do that. The temptation to force a choice on Wook, though nearly overwhelming, was one that he had to swallow because he knew what the outcome would be. He'd lose and he knew it and that just pissed him off even more.
It was a painful knowledge. Several times, he'd broken down and fished out the cell phone Whee Sung had left with him. Talking to his old lover calmed him some as did the knowledge that he had an escape route if it all finally became too much to bear. He didn't want to know what they'd agreed to for the old man to turn a blind eye to their private life, was pretty sure he didn't want to know, but the twins had made no secret that they'd hold a place for him if he ever needed it. At least, someone was willing to choose him.
The garage was a much needed sanctuary. The only good thing about Takeda's arrival was that he hadn't come empty handed. The promised drift cars had come with him. With three cars to worship, there were entire hours every day when he didn't even think about the owners who were attached to them. | | Saturday, August 19th, 2006 | | 10:35 am |
Telling Aoi he'd heard a knocking sound in the Mazda's engine had been Taebin's barely masked way of ensuring that no one would question him as he decided to tinker with it. There was nothing wrong with it, per say, he just thought he could up her performance and eek out a little bit more speed that would probalby never get used.
He fully intended to spend the entire weekend exactly where he was, in his favored place to hide on the estate, up under the Mazda in the garage.
If nothing else, he needed an escape from Wook's sudden insistance that he be immersed in all things Japanese. Trying to do on the spot translations for every little thing was giving him a permenant headache. | | Tuesday, August 15th, 2006 | | 12:12 am |
rp: open to any
Taebin was sitting in the Mazda, staring out at what little yard he could see through the door. Poor Aoi. Having his yard torn up by such carelessness.
At least the vans had not been allowed in the garage with the Mazda. He would have been pissed if they'd busted up his pride and joy. Even if the girl wasn't really his....
As nice as it was to have another Korean voice around, it pissed him off, too. How the hell was it that he was the only Korean in the entire world who had a hard time with Japanese? Just wasn't fair.
He sighed.
Things were good with Wook.... great even....
So he didn't understand why the urge to call and check on Lex and Wheeze was getting stronger instead of fading away like it was supposed to. But dammit.... she had to have had the abortion by now... was she okay? was he? had their father seperated them? The not knowing was as bad as the guilt, just as it had been when Wook had been taken all those years ago.
He still had contacts.... maybe if he called one of them, they could check for him? It would take a sizeable chunk to make such a call, though. Money that could be better saved for the day he hoped he and Wook could leave Japan free and clear of whatever debts they may or may not have accured. | | Friday, July 14th, 2006 | | 1:25 am |
The Mazda6 wasn't exactly a Supra.... But Taebin was still half in love with it.
He used every excuse he could get away with to drive it and every night he lovingly cleaned it from top to bottom.
That evening, after dinner, found him out in the garage performing his nightly ritual. Out there, washing and waxing and vaccuuming, he could escape from the disturbing dreams and the awkward way they made him react around Wook sometimes.
And he just really loved the car. | | Sunday, July 2nd, 2006 | | 11:22 pm |
| | Monday, May 29th, 2006 | | 10:25 pm |
{almost there}
When he got off the train in Kyoto, Taebin once again hit the stumbling block of his language barrier.
It seemed no one in the entire station spoke even a hint of Korean. The harsh grating of the unfamiliar sea of Japanese noise was giving him a headache as he finally managed to work his way over to a telephone. He'd discovered money tucked into the pocket of his new shirt and, though he felt a little guilty about the man's generosity, he was also thankful for it.
At one of the phone booths, he felt less than helpless. It took him nearly ten minutes to figure out that the paper money he had was almost as useless as having none at all. He was ready to kick the thing in his frustration when a young schoolgirl noticed his dilemna and took pity on him. He didn't understand a word she said as she drug him over to a small shop, jabbering on in Japanese the entire time, and helped him purchase what he could only assume was a phone card.
Back at the phone booth, she took Kumakura's number from him and got him through the rest of the process. Then she jabbered a little more, bowed quickly, and skipped away. Though it grated a little to know how dependent he was on the kindness of random strangers, Taebin was grateful.
Jun Woo had assured him that this Kumakura person knew enough Korean to make basic business conversation. Taebin certainly hoped so or this was going to be the shortest phone call he'd ever made.
{oocN: we'll assume that the last entry took place only hours before this one since, otherwise, that'd make it one abnormally long ride from Tokyo to Kyoto.} | | Sunday, May 28th, 2006 | | 11:05 pm |
| | Thursday, May 25th, 2006 | | 7:24 pm |
{chara setup}
Taebin grimaced as he pulled off his t-shirt. He considered it a long moment before giving in and wringing the nasty water out. Personally, he'd rather just toss the shirt, but since it was - literally - the only one he owned at the moment.... Probably not the best idea. Once he got something else, though, it would definately have to go. Shame.... He'd really liked it.
Voices sent him sidling back further into the little nook he'd found to hide in between the massive shipping crates. It wouldn't do to get caught now - after the three days spent hidden deep in the cargo hold of the Hanjin freighter and the disgusting swim to from the boat to the dock.
Settling down to wait until the docks weren't such a beehive of activety, Taebin considered his options.
Hunger pressed on him, but he ignored it with the ease of familiarity. It was hardly the first time that circumstances had forced him to skip a few days worth of meals. His drying pants were becoming stiff with whatever muck he'd had to swim through to reach the relative safety of Japanese soil. Since he'd come to shore, the soothing familiarity of Korean had been drowned out by harsh gibberish.
Maybe he hadn't thought his decision to escape to Japan out very well.
But he was a survivor and that's what he'd do. Even if he didn't understand the local lingo and all he owned were the clothes on his back.
He knew at least one person in the country. It was, he decided, a simpled matter of finding his Wookie and having him translate and run interference. Nevermind that he hadn't seen Wookie in nearly a decade - the most important in any growing man's life. Nevermind that Japan wasn't exactly a small unpopulated country. Nevermind that the only thing he knew about Wookie's disappearance was that he'd been sold to the Japanese mafia. Nevermind that if the people he was running from figured out that he'd stowed away to Japan, they'd probably swallow their dislike of the country to ferret him out regardless.
Nevermind that he had nothing.
The way Taebin figured, as he fingered the smelly remains of his single t-shirt, there was no where to go but up from here. |
|