I am not James Bond. Not in this universe, anyway. In this universe, I am walking down a hill with Ben at half past ten in the evening, and I am not James Bond. Perhaps in another reality, I have a licence to kill, but in this one, I don’t even have a licence to drive.
The hill is steep enough that I can feel my jerky movements, am acutely aware that I could topple and fall at any moment. Any fall could be my last, hypothetically speaking. Bones are brittle here. We’re all terminal in every universe, except for the ones in which we’re not. We turn left in a million and we turn right in a million and there are a million others in which we stop moving altogether.
It’s true. It’s physics. Every action that occurs is only real until it’s not. It happens until it doesn’t. And there are universes where it never happens, and universes where it never stops happening, and universes where it happens on Sundays and alternate Tuesdays.
Just because something’s red, doesn’t mean it isn’t blue. For every red book, there’s a universe where it’s green. For every green book, there’s a universe where it’s purple. For every purple book, there’s a universe where JFK was never assassinated. The possibilities are infinite. The combinations are more than infinite.
In a parallel universe, I am James Bond.
Ben looks at me, a wrinkle of worry between his brows. I hate it when he worries. I think he hates it, too. I wonder if there’s a version of him that’s as carefree as I’d like him to be, if there’s a Ben Joseph Watkins of 37 Kingfisher Drive who doesn’t spent two hours every morning arranging his cutlery drawer. I think I’d like to meet him.
- Are you all right? he asks.
I nod. I briefly wonder if there’s a universe in which nodding means ‘no’.
- Just thinking, I reply tersely, adding the clarification just in case the universe bleeds and I’m stuck unable to make my message clear, and Ben goes home and counts his spoons.
He nods slowly, and I find it jarring that his nod might just as well mean ‘no’ as ‘yes’. My blood runs cold. My breath is spectral in the night. A nod is both ‘no’ and ‘yes’. Ben counts his cutlery and he doesn’t care. Ben cares and his cutlery is a mess. The universe is bruised. Parallelisms run like spilled ink. Not spilled milk. There’s no use in crying over spilled milk, except for when there is. There’s a universe where spilled milk is like spilled blood. There’s a universe where spilled blood is like spilled milk, too, although sometimes I think that might be this one.
In a parallel universe, I am James Bond.
- Seems like it was important, he says.
I shrug. I know that there’s a version of Ben who doesn’t care. It’s not this version, not this universe, but if the universe is running, then I’d rather not take the chance.
- Not really.
We kick our feet as we walk down the hill, halfway to the bottom now. The incline is gradually steepening. This town is built on the graves of tall men, my father says, and we walk on their bones. They’re probably still alive somewhere, some realm where perhaps they didn’t lose. There’s a version of my town that’s flat. There’s a million universes in which my town doesn’t rise and fall like a breath. There’s a thousand universes in which my town flatlines and Ben doesn’t care, and there’s a thousand more in which the streets are vanishing points and Ben worries, counts crockery at dusk like he’ll die if he doesn’t.
It’s like veins, stretching out into the sinew and leaking all the possibilities that can only happen elsewhere. Here, Ben counts and cares and I don’t have a licence to kill. I don’t have a licence to drive. Perhaps another me is a race car driver. Perhaps another me is James Bond.
- Are you sure you’re OK? Ben asks, eyes narrowed.
And I don’t know. I always wondered what ‘OK’ actually meant. It must stand for something, like an acronym. Perhaps it doesn’t. I’m not sure. Another me knows, but I don’t. I envy the alternate. I look at Ben. He is small and thin, like a bird, and I wonder if all that counting helps him sleep at night. It doesn’t look like it. He wants to know if I’m OK. He didn’t ask me that elsewhere. Perhaps he asked me about the weather, or about my mother, or about the state of things in North Korea. Perhaps he was silent. It’s cold here and it hurts to speak. Of course, it might be warm elsewhere.
I wish I were elsewhere.
I haven’t answered Ben. He looks at me like I’ve vanished, and I clear my throat.
- I’m sure.
I’m sure. In a parallel universe, I am James Bond. In a parallel universe, I have pink hair and six fingers. In another world, I like fish fingers. In a different life, I was born a boy, or perhaps I was born a girl, or something else entirely. A cat, perhaps.
This me likes cats.
- You don’t look sure.
Ben still worries and his cutlery is aligned, but a version of Ben didn’t say it. A version of me can ignore it. I can be that version. The universe is bleeding and a nod of the head means ‘yes’ and ‘no’. The hill is getting steeper still. I could fall at the next step. Another me has already fallen at every step.
If me has fallen, then so have I.
The sky is red. A nod of the head means ‘yes’ and ‘no’. In this universe, I am James Bond.
Summary of Request: Soo Ho and reader have been best friends since they were children, Soo Ho is in love with reader, but he doesn’t think reader loves him back that way.
Pairings: Soo Ho x Reader
Gif is not mine, credit to owner.
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~Around 15 Years Old~
Soo Ho and I were walking back to our homes telling each other stories and laughing.
“Hey Y/N?” I turned my head slightly to the side to see Soo Ho already staring at me, “yes Soo Ho?”
“I was wondering, if when we are both around our 20s and both of us aren’t married yet will you marry me?”
To say I was a bit shocked at his question was understatement, I mean we’re both just 15 I wonder where he’s getting these ideas from.
“Soo Ho where is this coming from?” I asked him. He looked away shyly his face turning bright red, “just answer the question,” he stuttered out.
“Yes Soo Ho, if we are both in our late 20s and neither of us are married, then I’ll marry you.”
~Present (their time)~
Soo Ho still remembers that day and hopes Y/N does too and the promise she made. Both friends were at Okta, Soo Ho watched as Y/N was having a conversation with another guy.
He started bubbling with anger and jealousy as he continued to watch them both talking and laughing.
“Are you alright Soo Ho?” a girl came up to him and at that moment Soo Ho got an idea. “Yes I am fine.”
Y/N saw everything, she saw how Soo Ho was always with a new girl each time she saw him. “Maybe he has forgotten about me,” she thought as she walked around looking at the stands with goods.
“It’s likable that he has,” Y/N sighed and continued her shopping. Whenever Soo Ho spotted Y/N near he start to flirt with any girl nearby trying to get her attention.
“Why doesn’t she notice me? Why does she not talk to me?” he thought to himself as he watched you walk away.
Days have passed and Y/N had no intention on talking to Soo Ho since he always seems to be busy with a girl, when she was near. Soo Ho couldn’t bare it anymore, each day Y/N seemed to be distancing himself from him.
Y/N was making her way to her friends home when she was grabbed by the wrist. She gasped being tugged backwards from walking. She turned around facing Soo Ho who was looking at her with an annoyed expression.
“Why have you been ignoring me?” he asked bluntly.
“What?” “You know what I am talking about, you’ve been ignoring me,” he retorted with a frown on his face.
“Well you always seem to have been busy these past few days,” Y/N responded bluntly.
“Busy? When have I been busy- wait oh,” Soo Ho asked but cut himself short realizing what she meant.
Y/N sighed and started to walk away again when Soo Ho grabbed her wrist again. “Soo Ho what do you need?” when she turned around again she was met with Soo Ho planting his lips on her softly.
“That, that’s what I need,” he responded after breaking the short, soft, sweet kiss.
“Soo Ho-” “Y/N remember our promise About 10 years ago you promised we’d get married, I know we are still in our early 20s, but I just needed you to remember,” he said while grabbing both of my hands.
“Of course I remember Soo Ho, I never forgot,” I responded letting out a small smile.
“Good, I know we still have a few years until the whole marriage, but for now just be mine and only mine?” he asked.
“Is this your way of asking me to be your girlfriend?”
He chuckled and nodded. “Well in that case,” I put a hand behind his head pulling him down closer to me and kissing him just a bit longer than the last one.
“And I will take that as a yes,” he grinned from ear to ear. We both laughed and continued our day together.
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Sorry if there are any mistakes and if I don’t use the right technical terms they would’ve used. I feel like I should have made this a little longer, but oh well.
Disclaimer: I will be using some scenes from the series, but they will not be following the plot of the actual episode unless requested so. Also, I apologize for any mistakes when using some parts of the episodes if the translation is correct.