Ship/Member: jeonghan Major Tags: clones, identity issues Additional Tags: idolverse, the only person who truly frustrates yoon jeonghan is himself, alcoholism as coping mechanism Permission to remix: Yes
I haven’t seen the words orphan black in literal years but this really pulled forth all the love i had for that show :,) ***
he’s sitting on the rooftop of his building, legs dangling over the ledge. there is a bottle of pinot noir next to him, condensation bleeding a small ring into the concrete. six months ago his world had changed. six months ago his drinking problem had become undeniable. six months ago he realised his drinking problem must be coded into his genes, if every single clone enjoyed the same vintage of red that he did.
clones.
the word still tasted foreign and metallic on his tongue. every neuron in his mind tried to reject it, even when faced with irrefutable biological evidence. even when he realised they all had the same birthmark. same dry patch between the eyebrows. same allergy to eggs, of all things.
he would’ve gladly asked them all to give him a wide berth and never speak to him again, except.
except he’s curious against his most rational instincts. except he needs to make sure none of them get into trouble. except for someone in his line of work, doppelgangers are either the best or worst thing to happen to you.
he’d told jinhee to fuck off the first time he’d been approached outside his studio – couldn’t believe he was adopted, couldn’t believe he’d had a twin, let alone a dozen. his entire career had been built on some belief that he was special, that he was unique. that he alone bore the face brands wanted for their endorsements.
but the detective had been persistent, almost ridiculously so. he’d shown up in various inconvenient locations dressed in terrible disguises so bad that jeonghan had laughed and said he wouldn’t last a day undercover. he’d poked and prodded at jeonghan the exact way he’d needled his bandmates, so of course – of course in the end he couldn’t stay away.
tonight he’s waiting for a new clone to meet with him. jinhee, or the version of him who is a cop, messaged him earlier with an alarming number of case files. this was a problem they needed to quash before it grew out of control. jeonghan had sighed, said he’d take care of it, and ordered himself another case of wine.
the door leading up from the staircase swings open, and jeonghan swivels around to see a familiar silhouette shrouded in the light. as the man approaches, jeonghan’s eyes take stock of his features. almost an identical carbon copy, jeonghan notes, other than the slightly fiercer eyes and the more childlike gait.
jeonghan waves him over, patting the ground next to him in invitation. it’s always discomfiting to meet a new clone. to take inventory of the ways they are exactly the same and not.
“hi,” he begins, his throat still hoarse from a full day of recording. “i’m jeonghan. what’s your name?”
[FILL] trick mirror
Major Tags: clones, identity issues
Additional Tags: idolverse, the only person who truly frustrates yoon jeonghan is himself, alcoholism as coping mechanism
Permission to remix: Yes
I haven’t seen the words orphan black in literal years but this really pulled forth all the love i had for that show :,)
***
he’s sitting on the rooftop of his building, legs dangling over the ledge. there is a bottle of pinot noir next to him, condensation bleeding a small ring into the concrete. six months ago his world had changed. six months ago his drinking problem had become undeniable. six months ago he realised his drinking problem must be coded into his genes, if every single clone enjoyed the same vintage of red that he did.
clones.
the word still tasted foreign and metallic on his tongue. every neuron in his mind tried to reject it, even when faced with irrefutable biological evidence. even when he realised they all had the same birthmark. same dry patch between the eyebrows. same allergy to eggs, of all things.
he would’ve gladly asked them all to give him a wide berth and never speak to him again, except.
except he’s curious against his most rational instincts.
except he needs to make sure none of them get into trouble.
except for someone in his line of work, doppelgangers are either the best or worst thing to happen to you.
he’d told jinhee to fuck off the first time he’d been approached outside his studio – couldn’t believe he was adopted, couldn’t believe he’d had a twin, let alone a dozen. his entire career had been built on some belief that he was special, that he was unique. that he alone bore the face brands wanted for their endorsements.
but the detective had been persistent, almost ridiculously so. he’d shown up in various inconvenient locations dressed in terrible disguises so bad that jeonghan had laughed and said he wouldn’t last a day undercover. he’d poked and prodded at jeonghan the exact way he’d needled his bandmates, so of course – of course in the end he couldn’t stay away.
tonight he’s waiting for a new clone to meet with him. jinhee, or the version of him who is a cop, messaged him earlier with an alarming number of case files. this was a problem they needed to quash before it grew out of control. jeonghan had sighed, said he’d take care of it, and ordered himself another case of wine.
the door leading up from the staircase swings open, and jeonghan swivels around to see a familiar silhouette shrouded in the light. as the man approaches, jeonghan’s eyes take stock of his features. almost an identical carbon copy, jeonghan notes, other than the slightly fiercer eyes and the more childlike gait.
jeonghan waves him over, patting the ground next to him in invitation. it’s always discomfiting to meet a new clone. to take inventory of the ways they are exactly the same and not.
“hi,” he begins, his throat still hoarse from a full day of recording. “i’m jeonghan. what’s your name?”