Waterproof & Knees, BangDae, Gen, No warnings part 2
Fishing net in hand, Yongguk returns to Daehyun as the cloud passes the moon. Daehyun’s skin shimmers, an echo of the silver ribbons of moonlight painted on the waves. “Ready now?” Yongguk nods and Daehyun casts his gaze upon the waves between them.
The delicate spines in the flourishes and folds of his tailfin illuminate bright, beautiful blue. Daehyun lets his fin move under the water, a gentle suggestion for fish to come and investigate. Yongguk stands still, net at the ready. Since he met Daehyun and managed this bargain, his profit selling fish at the market has gone up. Nicer fish to sell means less fish needed to make enough money to sustain himself.
Moments pass in silence before enough fish gather around Daehyun’s fin. Yongguk takes swift action, slicing the net through the water and aiming for the largest of the bunch. He manages to catch it, and a healthy companion, but the others scatter. The tail dims, and Yongguk moves to set the fish in ice.
They continue this pattern along the shoreline: finding a spot, Daehyun only illuminating his tailfin, fish drawing in, and Yongguk making the catch. Time passes too quickly when they fish together. Daehyun talks, murmuring to himself and to Yongguk between the lures. He can talk about anything and everything in dulcet tones that lull Yongguk into peace. Tonight’s topic is a wayward child of the sea, orphaned in open water and welcomed into Daehyun’s community. But all too soon, light seeps over the horizon in the grey wash of false dawn, they agree on one final catch before Yongguk must go to market.
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Fishing net in hand, Yongguk returns to Daehyun as the cloud passes the moon. Daehyun’s skin shimmers, an echo of the silver ribbons of moonlight painted on the waves. “Ready now?” Yongguk nods and Daehyun casts his gaze upon the waves between them.
The delicate spines in the flourishes and folds of his tailfin illuminate bright, beautiful blue. Daehyun lets his fin move under the water, a gentle suggestion for fish to come and investigate. Yongguk stands still, net at the ready. Since he met Daehyun and managed this bargain, his profit selling fish at the market has gone up. Nicer fish to sell means less fish needed to make enough money to sustain himself.
Moments pass in silence before enough fish gather around Daehyun’s fin. Yongguk takes swift action, slicing the net through the water and aiming for the largest of the bunch. He manages to catch it, and a healthy companion, but the others scatter. The tail dims, and Yongguk moves to set the fish in ice.
They continue this pattern along the shoreline: finding a spot, Daehyun only illuminating his tailfin, fish drawing in, and Yongguk making the catch. Time passes too quickly when they fish together. Daehyun talks, murmuring to himself and to Yongguk between the lures. He can talk about anything and everything in dulcet tones that lull Yongguk into peace. Tonight’s topic is a wayward child of the sea, orphaned in open water and welcomed into Daehyun’s community. But all too soon, light seeps over the horizon in the grey wash of false dawn, they agree on one final catch before Yongguk must go to market.