[Hyunsu is not exactly as he was the last time Sang-wook saw him. He's bulked up some and walks with more confidence. He's also more aware of his surroundings. Over a year of fighting monsters and learning his abilities has honed his senses some. He knows when he's being followed or approached. Even more so at the moment with the monster part of him more in control of his consciousness than the human part.
He turns to face Sang-Wook and as soon as he registers the face, his wing is out, ready to fight.]
You.
[Probably not the greeting Sang-wook might have expected, but sadly Hyunsu isn't seeing Sang-wook right now, he's seeing Jung Ui-Myeong. He hasn't noticed the burns on his face.]
You looking to finish things?
[Sang-wook may notice his eyes are a bright, eerie blue rather than his natural brown.]
[It must've been a while since Hyunsu saw him last. This place, it does weird things. Pulls people from weird places. He can tell the kid is not the same as he was... that whatever that guy was doing to him, putting in his head? Was making him different. That guy... that probably shot them. Shot Yu-Ri, who didn't deserve that kind of inhumane treatment. Like a dog being put down.
Him? Sure. Her? Churns his stomach.
Sang-Wook should probably be a little more careful, but when has he ever been particularly careful when it came to his own safety? And would it really matter here, when he's already dead back home? Either way, he walks toward Hyunsu and his big scary wing, scowling a little, the mostly-gone cigarette getting flicked aside on the lawn.]
'Finish things'...? [He sound skeptical, then slightly annoyed. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to know that Hyunsu'd been blinded by the alikeness of that Ui-Myeong guy. But it doesn't mean he's not salty about it, when he thinks of the coldness behind Hyunsu's final words to him. He mumbles at himself more than Hyunsu:] 'Finish things'. You're the one who acted like a little punk...
[By now, Hyunsu can probably make out the burns, as he stops unwisely close to the other.]
Sure. We'll finish it.
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[Okay, that is 100% not what he was expecting and it really takes the wind out of him, metaphorically speaking.]
What the fuck?
[He barely notices the sting of the forehead flick, honestly. His pain tolerance is absurd at this point, and he heals even faster than before besides. But it still makes him pause.
And stare.
His human memories are fuzzy and fleeting right now, but he knows the last time he saw this face it was healed and free of scars. And now it's not. This is the man Cha Hyunsu patrolled the halls of Green Home with before everything went to shit. It seems his body is his own again.]
Sang-Wook looks more confused than anything. For one thing? Hyunsu's eyes are blue, which he should find more unsettling than the fully black eyes — not the case. For another thing... well. There's a lot he's not privy to, being dead (in his own personal opinion, anyway).]
[He stares at him a moment longer and then huffs, annoyed.]
Tch.
[He recalls his wing, so his arm is just his arm again, glancing away. It feels weird--uncomfortable--to say this, though Hyunsu as he is now can't pinpoint why exactly that is.]
He took your body. After you were shot. He's been wearing your skin for over a year now.
[He's really not sure how Sangwook is here and also himself. This place is weird.]
[Sang-Wook watches the wing return, some parts curious, some parts unfazed. Once you've seen a monster, you've seen them all — including the good ones. Or, at least, he has to hope there are good ones. He's killed a lot of people far, far worse than anything the kid here could hope to corrupt into. Sang-wook would also consider himself more monstrous than whatever's going on here.
Anyway, Hyunsu leaves everything he'd been thinking moot. His thoughts hit a wall, and he stares for a long, confused moment.]
[He sounds kind of annoyed, though it's really not an unreasonable question. Unfortunately, Hyunsu doesn't understand how Jung Ui-Myeong's powers work.
Honestly he's not sure Ui-Myeong fully understands it himself.]
It's one of his abilities. I have my wing. He can take over someone's body. [He huffs.] I thought I killed him, but I guess he just found his way to you after you were shot.
... That fucker... Wasn't enough to kill us, huh? Couldn't just go away gracefully. [It's a lot to think about. His skin crawls at the very idea... that someone's out there, using him like some kind of meat puppet. He has to assume he's still dead, though; just some corpse being paraded around, 'til the guy finds something better suited. But there is one thing he's confused about:]
Yeah. More than once now. He's a stubborn asshole.
[He says it matter-of-factly, as though it shouldn't be at all surprising that he try to kill Ui-Myeong, or whatever his real name is. If he can change bodies there's really no way for Hyunsu to know who he was originally.]
[Sang-Wook looks him up and down, perhaps even a little skeptical.]
... Just thought you two had some kind of connection. That he convinced you his way was better.
[Is that a lot to assume? Sang-Wook's final interaction from Hyunsu before his death didn't exactly warm the heart. They'd parted from each other on... complicated, messy terms. No choice to make peace with the way it went down, and it's not like he had the time to be hurt by the young man's choices. Sang-Wook's not about to have some misconstrued idea that most of the people in Green Home cared too much about what happened to him in the long run. He was quiet, and serious, and a murderer at the end of the day. And truth be told, he felt most expendable of all, and it didn't hurt to think it.
That's just how it always was, being the only one looking out for yourself for so long.
[Actually, it does make some sense. Ui-Myeong's ideas did appeal to this side of Hyunsu initially. The darker, angry part of him. But the human part of Hyunsu, the part that was in control then, wanted to get Ui-Myeong out of Green Home, wanted time to try to convince Ui-Myeong that killing wasn't necessary.
[Sang-Wook is lost in a thought, when Hyunsu says that. His fingers twitch, maybe longing for a fresh new cigarette, or maybe recollecting the feeling of Yu-Ri's sticky, limp hand.]
Until he shot her.
[He says. Corrects, even.]
She didn't deserve that.
[It was devastating. It was unfair. The kind, pure souls are always the ones getting ground down into dust, hurt by the monsters in the world. His father, working hard for a future neither get to have. The child who smiles trustingly for a photo her killer takes. The caretaker who can barely even breathe, forced to kill someone who deserves to suffer more than she will after.
You were both shot. Cha Hyunsu was upset about both of you.
[Sangwook might have cared more about Yu-Ri than himself, but Hyunsu cared about everyone in that stupid apartment building, including Sangwook. Ui-Myeong shooting multiple residents is what sent him over the edge, though really just one probably would have been enough to break him at that point. This part of Hyunsu understands that, even if he doesn't completely comprehend the "why" of it all.
He doesn't really know what to do with anything that looks like praise, though. It flusters him a little because he's not used to hearing it. He shoves his hands in his pockets and looks away, looking every bit a sullen teenager for something classified as a monster.]
[Sang-Wook hums, though he's looking at the other more critically now. He's always been observant — maybe to a fault, considering how often he lurked in the distance, never really involving himself in the rest of the world. And why would he step out into everyone else's gaze? When you do, you risk forming attachments. And then — well.
... But this is interesting.]
If you're not Cha Hyunsu right now, who are you supposed to be?
[And why are you giving off the similar kind of solemn teen vibe?]
[Well, that's interesting. No one else has really asked him that. Everyone else just treats this part of him as a problem to be solved, or an infection to be removed. It's a little insulting, but it's also easier to just go with it. If others don't want to see him as Cha Hyunsu he can't make them. He doesn't know how much he wants to be associated with his human self, anyway. He doesn't always agree with the things he does.
It does make answering the question kind of hard, though. He tilts his head, studying Sangwook.]
I'm Cha Hyunsu, too. Or part of him. I only came out because he was hurting so bad, but most of his friends want me gone.
[A silence follows. A silence full of uncontrollable fire, full of mocking high schoolers and detached adults. A silence that screams within a foster care system, after weeks and weeks of painful bandage changes inside of a hospital room... and the hurt that he couldn't numb until the day he learned how to shut it off. As best he could.]
... I'm a part of Pyeon Sang-Wook, too.
Something he 'made', too. To protect what was left of him. But I was made years and years before the 'curse' ever happened. [It's not as literal as whatever the hell Hyunsu has going on right now, obviously; there's no literal other entity, but... he would like to think the other gets it.] It's not a bad thing. Wanting to protect the hurt person your body used to be.
[Maybe he'll regret being open and honest, but for now — he surprisingly doesn't.]
[Oh. So he gets it. Sort of. In as much as anyone can get it when Hyunsu himself doesn't totally get it.
It's close enough, though.
And that's another interesting question. Since Sang-wook has earned some respect in this conversation, Hyunsu take a moment to honestly reflect on it.]
He needed to rest, so I think so. [There's a beat before he adds:] As long as I don't kill anyone.
[It seems fair enough, to him. Maybe others would be angry about it. Frankly, maybe with this talk of him being possessed, he should be more defensive about the idea of Hyunsu being infected and hidden away in his own body. But he met this one already, in the halls of the Green Home. Actually, he's pretty sure he punched him back into hiding at one point.
Anyway.]
The guy using my body. Where is he now? What's his goal?
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He turns to face Sang-Wook and as soon as he registers the face, his wing is out, ready to fight.]
You.
[Probably not the greeting Sang-wook might have expected, but sadly Hyunsu isn't seeing Sang-wook right now, he's seeing Jung Ui-Myeong. He hasn't noticed the burns on his face.]
You looking to finish things?
[Sang-wook may notice his eyes are a bright, eerie blue rather than his natural brown.]
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Him? Sure. Her? Churns his stomach.
Sang-Wook should probably be a little more careful, but when has he ever been particularly careful when it came to his own safety? And would it really matter here, when he's already dead back home? Either way, he walks toward Hyunsu and his big scary wing, scowling a little, the mostly-gone cigarette getting flicked aside on the lawn.]
'Finish things'...? [He sound skeptical, then slightly annoyed. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to know that Hyunsu'd been blinded by the alikeness of that Ui-Myeong guy. But it doesn't mean he's not salty about it, when he thinks of the coldness behind Hyunsu's final words to him. He mumbles at himself more than Hyunsu:] 'Finish things'. You're the one who acted like a little punk...
[By now, Hyunsu can probably make out the burns, as he stops unwisely close to the other.]
Sure. We'll finish it.
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What the fuck?
[He barely notices the sting of the forehead flick, honestly. His pain tolerance is absurd at this point, and he heals even faster than before besides. But it still makes him pause.
And stare.
His human memories are fuzzy and fleeting right now, but he knows the last time he saw this face it was healed and free of scars. And now it's not. This is the man Cha Hyunsu patrolled the halls of Green Home with before everything went to shit. It seems his body is his own again.]
You're not Jung Ui-Myeong.
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Sang-Wook looks more confused than anything. For one thing? Hyunsu's eyes are blue, which he should find more unsettling than the fully black eyes — not the case. For another thing... well. There's a lot he's not privy to, being dead (in his own personal opinion, anyway).]
Do you need glasses now?
[Yeah. He's behind.]
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Tch.
[He recalls his wing, so his arm is just his arm again, glancing away. It feels weird--uncomfortable--to say this, though Hyunsu as he is now can't pinpoint why exactly that is.]
He took your body. After you were shot. He's been wearing your skin for over a year now.
[He's really not sure how Sangwook is here and also himself. This place is weird.]
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Anyway, Hyunsu leaves everything he'd been thinking moot. His thoughts hit a wall, and he stares for a long, confused moment.]
What do you mean, took it?
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[He sounds kind of annoyed, though it's really not an unreasonable question. Unfortunately, Hyunsu doesn't understand how Jung Ui-Myeong's powers work.
Honestly he's not sure Ui-Myeong fully understands it himself.]
It's one of his abilities. I have my wing. He can take over someone's body. [He huffs.] I thought I killed him, but I guess he just found his way to you after you were shot.
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Predictably, probably.]
... That fucker... Wasn't enough to kill us, huh? Couldn't just go away gracefully. [It's a lot to think about. His skin crawls at the very idea... that someone's out there, using him like some kind of meat puppet. He has to assume he's still dead, though; just some corpse being paraded around, 'til the guy finds something better suited. But there is one thing he's confused about:]
You tried to kill him?
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[He says it matter-of-factly, as though it shouldn't be at all surprising that he try to kill Ui-Myeong, or whatever his real name is. If he can change bodies there's really no way for Hyunsu to know who he was originally.]
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... Just thought you two had some kind of connection. That he convinced you his way was better.
[Is that a lot to assume? Sang-Wook's final interaction from Hyunsu before his death didn't exactly warm the heart. They'd parted from each other on... complicated, messy terms. No choice to make peace with the way it went down, and it's not like he had the time to be hurt by the young man's choices. Sang-Wook's not about to have some misconstrued idea that most of the people in Green Home cared too much about what happened to him in the long run. He was quiet, and serious, and a murderer at the end of the day. And truth be told, he felt most expendable of all, and it didn't hurt to think it.
That's just how it always was, being the only one looking out for yourself for so long.
.... And poorly, at that.]
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That's what you thought?
[Actually, it does make some sense. Ui-Myeong's ideas did appeal to this side of Hyunsu initially. The darker, angry part of him. But the human part of Hyunsu, the part that was in control then, wanted to get Ui-Myeong out of Green Home, wanted time to try to convince Ui-Myeong that killing wasn't necessary.
Hyunsu sighs.]
Well, maybe he did. Almost. Until he shot you.
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Until he shot her.
[He says. Corrects, even.]
She didn't deserve that.
[It was devastating. It was unfair. The kind, pure souls are always the ones getting ground down into dust, hurt by the monsters in the world. His father, working hard for a future neither get to have. The child who smiles trustingly for a photo her killer takes. The caretaker who can barely even breathe, forced to kill someone who deserves to suffer more than she will after.
Looking Hyunsu over:]
... Good, though.
You didn't turn into him.
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You were both shot. Cha Hyunsu was upset about both of you.
[Sangwook might have cared more about Yu-Ri than himself, but Hyunsu cared about everyone in that stupid apartment building, including Sangwook. Ui-Myeong shooting multiple residents is what sent him over the edge, though really just one probably would have been enough to break him at that point. This part of Hyunsu understands that, even if he doesn't completely comprehend the "why" of it all.
He doesn't really know what to do with anything that looks like praise, though. It flusters him a little because he's not used to hearing it. He shoves his hands in his pockets and looks away, looking every bit a sullen teenager for something classified as a monster.]
He wasn't worth turning into.
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... But this is interesting.]
If you're not Cha Hyunsu right now, who are you supposed to be?
[And why are you giving off the similar kind of solemn teen vibe?]
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It does make answering the question kind of hard, though. He tilts his head, studying Sangwook.]
I'm Cha Hyunsu, too. Or part of him. I only came out because he was hurting so bad, but most of his friends want me gone.
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... I'm a part of Pyeon Sang-Wook, too.
Something he 'made', too. To protect what was left of him. But I was made years and years before the 'curse' ever happened. [It's not as literal as whatever the hell Hyunsu has going on right now, obviously; there's no literal other entity, but... he would like to think the other gets it.] It's not a bad thing. Wanting to protect the hurt person your body used to be.
[Maybe he'll regret being open and honest, but for now — he surprisingly doesn't.]
Is he okay with it? Being hidden.
[If he is, that's good enough for Sang-Wook.]
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It's close enough, though.
And that's another interesting question. Since Sang-wook has earned some respect in this conversation, Hyunsu take a moment to honestly reflect on it.]
He needed to rest, so I think so. [There's a beat before he adds:] As long as I don't kill anyone.
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As long as he's able to return when he's ready.
[It seems fair enough, to him. Maybe others would be angry about it. Frankly, maybe with this talk of him being possessed, he should be more defensive about the idea of Hyunsu being infected and hidden away in his own body. But he met this one already, in the halls of the Green Home. Actually, he's pretty sure he punched him back into hiding at one point.
Anyway.]
The guy using my body. Where is he now? What's his goal?