... 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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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?