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dangermousieTitle: In The News
Fandom: Something Happened in Bali
A/N: It's Young-Joo in the aftermath. I never thought I'd write about her, but I kept thinking about this.
She finds out her change of status from 'soon-to-be-divorced' to 'widow' via a phone call. It's some tabloid or other and the female is almost slavering into the phone. A murder-suicide involving a troubled heir of a troubled company is big news. She can hear the shrill consonants as the reporter asks if she knew, when she knew, what she knew. Does she mind speaking to their magazine, so sorry, of course such a shock...
She slams the reciever down and sits. The lights are off and she turns them on.
She finds that by sitting still she can block out In-Wook's face. She's had years of practice. So instead she remembers Jae-Min's eyes, but most of all she remembers the empty space between them. "Don't touch me," and absence of feeling when he looked at her, and a certain trapped nervous energy. And the lack of his hands on her skin is almost as tactile as the memory of In-Wook's fingers tracing her ribcage. Soo-Jung lost her both the men of her life: the one she wanted and the one she'd got. Even if she is confused as to which one was which precisely.
Soo-Jung got them both and didn't pick one, took both and left nothing for her.
She thinks, viciously, that Soo-Jung is low and trashy even in death. Shot while in bed with a lover. How disgusting and common. She fixates on that thought because disdain is good. It's steadying, it's keeping her from imagining In-Wook lying in the same blood-splattered bed, arm around her, still around her, always around her. She hopes Jae-Min shot the little tramp in the face. Knowing him, he probably screwed it all up.
There is a faintly metallic taste in her mouth and she realizes she's bit into her cheek. Her eyes feel wet.
She continues to sit for a long time.
Later in the day (her watch is on her wrist but she hasn't looked at it, as if time stops for the one left behind) her mother comes and takes her to Jae-Min's family home. Beneath the elegant lines and high-bred bones of her mother's composure, Young-Joo can sense a certain relief. This family has proven a disappointment, with the company's failure, and now the bond dissolved after all, and no blame and no damage to her child. Still the proper thing must be done.
The street outside the family's house is a mob zone of reporters and paparazzi and just gawkers out for a stroll. Mikes are stuck into her face and flashbulbs are popping off. She half-hears stretches of questions, interlapping with each other: "That little pretty former employee of your late husband's company..." "...lover, the one who embezzled all those funds" "...will lead to company's collapse?"
They are inside, the doors shut. The voices are hushed, like in the house of a sick person. The old man sits in his chair. Young-Joo doesn't like him, but she doesn't dislike him either. She finds herself studying him. He is still, as if carved into his chair, but Jae-Min's mother is making noise enough for two. A fit of hysterics, ministered to by various shadowy relatives, and exclamations swimming in a sea of sobs. Young-Joo distinguishes 'my baby' and 'filthy girl' and for a brief moment thinks the latter is about her until she realizes that the old lady means Soo-Jung.
Young-Joo moves like an automaton in this house, buttons pushed and strings pulled by her mother. Bows, words, gestures placed like punctuation marks.
Finally it's time to leave.
She has been freed from her past and is now trapped forever. She wonders if it's Jae-Min's final revenge or maybe In-Wook's. She wants to believe it is because it would mean she mattered enough to hurt.
She thinks of Jae-Min's grin and In-Wook's arm heavy around her.
No one will love her enough to kill for her or to die for her either. She follows her mother out, and they shut the door, coming out in the sea of flashbulbs and questions once again. Tomorrow housewives will read the article, hair in curlers, and sigh pleasurably over the drama of someone else's life.
******
And I found this awesome Jae-Min/Soo-Jung mv. I love my dysfunctional OTPs:
Fandom: Something Happened in Bali
A/N: It's Young-Joo in the aftermath. I never thought I'd write about her, but I kept thinking about this.
She finds out her change of status from 'soon-to-be-divorced' to 'widow' via a phone call. It's some tabloid or other and the female is almost slavering into the phone. A murder-suicide involving a troubled heir of a troubled company is big news. She can hear the shrill consonants as the reporter asks if she knew, when she knew, what she knew. Does she mind speaking to their magazine, so sorry, of course such a shock...
She slams the reciever down and sits. The lights are off and she turns them on.
She finds that by sitting still she can block out In-Wook's face. She's had years of practice. So instead she remembers Jae-Min's eyes, but most of all she remembers the empty space between them. "Don't touch me," and absence of feeling when he looked at her, and a certain trapped nervous energy. And the lack of his hands on her skin is almost as tactile as the memory of In-Wook's fingers tracing her ribcage. Soo-Jung lost her both the men of her life: the one she wanted and the one she'd got. Even if she is confused as to which one was which precisely.
Soo-Jung got them both and didn't pick one, took both and left nothing for her.
She thinks, viciously, that Soo-Jung is low and trashy even in death. Shot while in bed with a lover. How disgusting and common. She fixates on that thought because disdain is good. It's steadying, it's keeping her from imagining In-Wook lying in the same blood-splattered bed, arm around her, still around her, always around her. She hopes Jae-Min shot the little tramp in the face. Knowing him, he probably screwed it all up.
There is a faintly metallic taste in her mouth and she realizes she's bit into her cheek. Her eyes feel wet.
She continues to sit for a long time.
Later in the day (her watch is on her wrist but she hasn't looked at it, as if time stops for the one left behind) her mother comes and takes her to Jae-Min's family home. Beneath the elegant lines and high-bred bones of her mother's composure, Young-Joo can sense a certain relief. This family has proven a disappointment, with the company's failure, and now the bond dissolved after all, and no blame and no damage to her child. Still the proper thing must be done.
The street outside the family's house is a mob zone of reporters and paparazzi and just gawkers out for a stroll. Mikes are stuck into her face and flashbulbs are popping off. She half-hears stretches of questions, interlapping with each other: "That little pretty former employee of your late husband's company..." "...lover, the one who embezzled all those funds" "...will lead to company's collapse?"
They are inside, the doors shut. The voices are hushed, like in the house of a sick person. The old man sits in his chair. Young-Joo doesn't like him, but she doesn't dislike him either. She finds herself studying him. He is still, as if carved into his chair, but Jae-Min's mother is making noise enough for two. A fit of hysterics, ministered to by various shadowy relatives, and exclamations swimming in a sea of sobs. Young-Joo distinguishes 'my baby' and 'filthy girl' and for a brief moment thinks the latter is about her until she realizes that the old lady means Soo-Jung.
Young-Joo moves like an automaton in this house, buttons pushed and strings pulled by her mother. Bows, words, gestures placed like punctuation marks.
Finally it's time to leave.
She has been freed from her past and is now trapped forever. She wonders if it's Jae-Min's final revenge or maybe In-Wook's. She wants to believe it is because it would mean she mattered enough to hurt.
She thinks of Jae-Min's grin and In-Wook's arm heavy around her.
No one will love her enough to kill for her or to die for her either. She follows her mother out, and they shut the door, coming out in the sea of flashbulbs and questions once again. Tomorrow housewives will read the article, hair in curlers, and sigh pleasurably over the drama of someone else's life.
******
And I found this awesome Jae-Min/Soo-Jung mv. I love my dysfunctional OTPs:
