𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 // 𝔩𝔦𝔞𝔯

a liar knows that he is a liar, but one who speaks mere portions of truth in order to deceive is a craftsman of destruction.

[chrminseok]

hey everyone, i’m may ( 21+, gmt+1 ), now officially presenting you with hyun minseok!! ( rip chanmi you will be missed ... ) you already know how it goes; all the important information can be found under the cut! if you would like to plot a lil’ somethin’ between our muses, please don’t hesitate to send me a message. ♡ i also have discord if that’s easier for you ( tbh i’m a lot faster on there ngl ), so feel free to ask me for my user! but if you’re more on the shy side, just like this post and i will come bother you instead. ^-^ | discord: 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘢 ♡#5763

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basic stats !!

legal name: hyun minseok. official date of birth: october 31, 1995. actual date of birth: october 31, 1996. age: twenty-five / twenty-four. zodiac sign: scorpio ( western )   //  rat ( chinese ) language(s): korean, japanese, english. orientation: no label. hometown: seoul, south korea. occupation: university student, political science. secret: his father faked legal documents in order to make him older and be the successor instead of his half sister and he opened up a non-profit nursing home but uses it mainly for money laundering and tax evasion.

personality !!

positive: quick-witted, charismatic, ambitious & assertive. negative: dishonest, tactless, disloyal & detached. reputation: known for being a kind-hearted person who always puts other people’s needs first, especially praised for founding a non-profit organisation. often said to be the perfect future politician; perceived as a smooth talker and easy-going. often used as an ideal example by parents of younger kids. mbti: entj. temperament: sanguine.

brief backstory !!

❥  he used to be known as the classic happy-go-lucky little kid that always put everyone first and his own needs last. it’s what everyone knew him as and he was genuinely kind until he got into high school. with his father being a famous politician who wanted him to be his successor, minseok was forced to be more self-serving.  ❥  as his high school life progressed and he noticed that his kindness only let him get trampled on by other people, he actively decided to change his ways and started to idolise his father who has always been the opposite of him. ❥  minseok made sure that nobody noticed though; he would still act the same way around everyone, pretending to be the same kid he’s always been. a few people might have caught on, but mostly everyone remained clueless for the duration of his high school career. ❥  when he got out of school and left for university was when it was getting difficult to keep the nice act going, since he had just changed so much over the years. his father was adamant about him keeping his flawless reputation which is why minseok slowly distanced himself from his old school friends, blaming it on university work. instead, he built up a network of people who wre just as deceiful and selfish as himself. ❥  as soon as he got the funds, he opened up a non-profit nursing home, once again making headlines and building up his already perfect reputation as the golden son. people were praising him left and right, though what they don’t know is that it’s just a money laundering scheme.

headcanons !!

❥  he is extremely greedy, though still doesn’t refrain from bribing people whenever the need arises. spending money on people to keep them quiet is a favourable tactic of his, even when it comes to his own friends. ❥  he has absolutely no issues pretending to be someone else around people and only very rarely slips up. he’s just gotten used to it at this point. ❥  he is excellent at reading other people and has a good intuition. ❥  even though he is not the best person, he’s not downright evil; a little part of the philanthropist act put on for the public is real, as his old persona has never fully left him. there are certain times when his old self shines through, especially in situations where one of his friends need help or guidance. ❥  with that being said, he struggles to make actual friends who he can show his true colours to, since it’s hard to tell who he can be genuine with. typically shying away from forming close bonds with unreliable people, minseok goes for people that are similar to himself; with a few exceptions.

[chrminseok]

( . . . )

“thank youuuu,” came out in a singsongy tone, voice still a little husky from the alcohol. everyone who knew her knew that she had a sizable ego, but also that she knew how to appreciate things for what they were. “i swear i won’t break the couch. i think i’ve only done that once in my entire life.” seoha said innocently. 

“real talk though,” she started as he came back from the living room. “why do you sleep so early? do you have a routine in the mornings or something?” seriously, it was like the guy was cinderella. or at least, on her standards. she really didn’t realize that she was the one who was going to bed at inhumane hours all the time. 

minseok pretended to ignore her comment about breaking couches as he returned from the other room. the words that followed, however, made him laugh out loud in disbelief. “ do you even have any idea about how late it is? ” the question was somewhat useless, given the fact that she most likely didn’t know too much about what was happening around her at that very moment. well, if she did, she probably wouldn’t have mistaken his apartment door for her own. and none of this would have happened in the first place. both of them would be safe and sound, asleep in their own beds ... and yet, they found themselves here. what a weird night.

noticing that seoha didn’t seem to truly understand what he was trying to hint at, he decided to just let her know instead. “ it’s well after 2am. like, at night. ” minseok paused dramatically, waiting to see if it would bring some kind of reaction. maybe a shocked face or maybe even a slurred sort of apology? “ i wouldn’t necessarily say that i go to bed super early, but i do try to do so before 2am. i also wouldn’t claim to have a special morning routine, but i do have my own duties to take care of every single day, as most people do. why? do you live everyday without preparing for the next? ”

[chrminseok]

( . . . ) 

“no its okay, please, i should have seen you come out.” she says, almost insist. she happily takes the tissue, wiping her hand quickly with it before pressing it into the drenched material. this was gonna stain, is all that really goes through her head as she dabs the already soaked tissue against herself. it makes her feel a tad defeated, deflated even because there went her errands for the rest of the day. it wasn’t like she was gonna have a busy schedule, joohyun had no work until the weekend really, but it was a matter of getting basic stuff done. until the day home robots were made and they cooked for people, she was in charge of the food inside her fiancé’s house.

“i mean, i wasn’t and i’m still not in a hurry.” she answers, a tad absent mindedly as she looks for a place to throw the wet napkin. only after she’s spoken does joohyun realize what the offer really contained and she couldn’t help but look at the other with wide eyes “you don’t have to, i’m sure it’s gonna be a pain to get it cleaned. coffee really stains and its a white shirt.” she says with a laugh, however, a quick alternative came to her “i wouldn’t say no to a new shirt, a basic t-shirt will do the job! as long as i’m not wet.”

her reaction was a lot less dramatic than anticipated and if minseok wasn’t so occupied with the situation the two found themselves in, he would have noticed his own relief. of course it wouldn’t have been the end of the world had she flipped out on him and caused a scene, but it didn’t take a genius to know what it was a lot more comfortable to interact with someone who knew how to remain calm in sticky situations. god, he wasn’t even really sure if he would have been able to remain this cool if he was in her shoes.

joohyun’s reaction won her a little chuckle. “ at least you weren’t on your way to an important job interview then. i guess there’s at least something kind of good about this whole debacle. ” a sigh followed his words. “ well, coming along to buy you a brand new shirt is the least i can do for you then. even if you weren’t in a rush or anything ... it’s still pretty damn annoying. my apologies. ” minseok shot her a quick smile as he took a short polite bow. going shopping with a mere strange was certainly not the way he had planned his day to go, but it was a way to procrastinate his work which he was secretly somewhat grateful for. 

“ i’m hyun minseok, by the way. i figured maybe you should at least know the name of the dude who spillled coffee all over your nice shirt. ”

[chrminseok]

just popping in to say i’m not ignoring anyone!! i’ll reply to pending ims today and post a couple replies tonight<33

[chrminseok]

old macdonald ft. @chrjieun

what the hell was he doing here?

everything about the day felt more or less like a fever dream. it had been typical for jieun to suggest to go on a trip together and it had been even more typical for minseok to blindly agree with his friend’s ideas without questioning them even in the slightest bit. he had always put his trust in the girl ( she had never disappointed him in any way, shape or form ) but this time, he felt like he maybe should have asked where they were headed beforehand. maybe he would have dressed differently. but he probably wouldn’t have, if he was being honest with himself.

“ it stinks. ” minseok had never really spent his childhood among animals, let alone farm animals. every creature the two of them had encountered that day served more or less as a slight culture shock. of course he had seen farms on television and in movies, but he had never been too interested in experiencing what it was like to visit one. well, until today. there was a first time for everything after all.

sitting down on one of the benches, a quiet sigh escaped his lips. they had been walking for quite some time in an attempt to look at every single animal that was available to pet or simply look at ... it was a little embarrassing to admit, but minseok was starting to get a little worn out. “ you owe me a really good meal after all of this. i didn’t expect us to run around so much today. you tricked me! ”

[chrminseok]

( . . . )

And just when those memories come to mind, he looks around the café for a few seconds, and feels something weird when he spots a familiar face, one of the very few people that he doesn’t think of when he hears the lyrics of that song playing at the café.

He remembers seeing his face not only in Hannam in the past, but also in headlines for his non-profit nursing home, which is something that has caught Sian’s attention since the first time he heard of it. He’s known for doing charity work, for donating money to hospitals and animals shelters, and he has an interest in helping Hyun Minseok’s project as well — perhaps this is the best opportunity to approach the other man?

“Um, excuse me,” he says, quiet and gentle, when he steps closer to the table where Minseok is. “Are you Hyun Minseok? I don’t know if you remember, but we studied in the same school.” He pulls the white mask off his face and offers a small smile to the other man. “I hope I’m not bothering you…”

with his inevitable master thesis deadline slowly approaching, minseok started to frequent local cafés quite often. there were hardly ever many people there, making it easy to sit in silence and type away on his laptop. the fact that they served food and drinks was just an extra bonus at this point. the café was much calmer than working from home and just infinitely better than visiting the universitiy’s library or study rooms. there was just something about the flair of a university campus that made him not actually want to work. he wasn’t sure what it was, exactly, but there had to be some form of psychology behind that phenomenon. 

minseok was somewhat startled upon being approached out of nowhere, though the realisation of who was talking to him put him back at ease. “ yeah, i am. ” he couldn’t deny it, someone asking him about that made him feel like he was a celebrity. “ of course i remember you, man. come on, take a seat. i’m not that busy right now. ” minseok took a couple seconds to look at the other, trying to put the puzzle pieces together until it finally clicked. sian was a year below minseok and they had certainly passed each other on the campus a couple times. they were never necessarily close, but sian was still someone easy to remember.

closing his laptop for the time being, a smile snuck onto minseok’s face. “ i saw you on television quite a few times after you graduated. ” he would be lying if he pretended to know exactly why or how sian became a well-known public figure, but minseok still remembered the day he saw sian appear on his screen. it had happened a couple times before; a few people they went to school with decided to go the entertainment industry route. it was something he would probably never understand; the mere idea of having so many young people idolise and follow his every move was sickening. “ are you still doing that entertainment thing? you know ... music and ... stuff. ”

[chrminseok]

​it was early morning. joohyun was lacking sleep. she needed at least five shots of espresso in her coffee. maybe directly injected in her blood stream. so she was just desperately trying to find a less busy place to go and grab a drink.

when she did, she sighed out of relief. it was probably the best feeling, to know she would get some energy, in order to continue the jam packed day she had ahead of her. she sharply pulled the door open, walking in. just to walk into someone, or they walked into her, thinking she opened the door for them, and for them to spill their drink right on top of joohyun’s crisp white dress shirt. the one day she decided to dress with a plain white shirt, was the day everything would go wrong.

“it’s just seven in the morning-“ she muttered, a tad upset at how bad her day was already going. her eyes landed on the them. she was a bit annoyed. just a bit, enough to show on the frown placing itself on her features.

“but seriously? i even ironed it this morning.“ she said, almost pouting as she slightly pulled the drenched material away from her skin. thank god it wasn’t a hot coffee, joohyun was sure she would have been left with burns.

contrary to popular belief, minseok wasn’t necessary a morning person.

it would have made sense if he was, with the way he brightly greeted everyone he knew on the way to his favourite coffee shop. at this point, almost every face he encountered along the way was at least somewhat familiar and most of them recognised him as well. minseok had frequented this exact shop for as long as he could remember ... if he recalled correctly, he started going after hearing a friend’s recommendation in his second year of high school.

even despite him not being too fond of getting up early to attend his university lectures, usually, his mornings were smooth sailing anyway. with an emphasis on ‘ usually ‘ .

“ oh my god. ” was everything minseok was able to get past his lips, not necessarily out of guilt or compassion for the girl in front of him, but more so because of ... surprise? it took him a couple seconds to fully register what just happened. never had he imagined that those famous coffee spilling scenes in movies actually went down in real life as well. well, those film makers had to get their inspiration from somewhere, right?

smiling apologetically, minseok reached inside his pocket to hand her a tissue. not that it was going to help much. “ i’m really sorry about that, i really need to watch where i’m going in the future. ” he was surprised that she wasn’t cussing him out. if he was in her position, he would way more feral, that was for sure. maybe she was just like him and was actually brewing on the inside, though. not everyone was easy to read. “ are you in a hurry? i would like to pay you to get it cleaned. it’s the least i could do after messing up your day like that. ”

[chrminseok]

( . . . ) 

the secrets that he kept within the deepest part of his being, the fear that creep up every now and then at the mere thought of someone discovering what he’d remained hidden from the world, affected his state of being to the point where he choice to walk the same path that lead him there in the first place. he bites the inside of his cheek, annoyed at the presence of the other.

“sometimes it’s better to mind your fucking business.” he started, never one to hold his tongue. “another thing i don’t need you to constantly tell me what i’m doing with my life. i know what’s wrong and i know what right. you’re not even being helpful right now. instead of lecturing me about the shit i do, worry about yourself. it’s not like you’re a walk of perfection either.” a scoff leaves his lips after he speaks upon the male’s never-ending list of “reasons to make grayson feel shitter about himself”. he didn’t need this from the male either. 

the other’s snide remark didn’t phase him in the slightest bit; if anything, minseok was used to it at this point. if he was being honest, insults never really bothered him at all, he had spent his entire childhood exposed to those words; especially insults directed towards himself. it was whatever at this point. and he didn’t really take grayson all that seriously, anyway. despite them being basically the same age, he was just a kid to minseok. he was immature, hot-heated and overly defensive; which was exactly what made it so fun and bracing to argue with him over basically nothing. he knew full well that he was just pushing grayson’s buttons for no reason and that he was unbelievably annoying, but he just couldn’t find it in himself to care about that.

“ i believe that i worry about myself more than enough. it just seems like you don’t worry about yourself at all. you know ... judging by your self-destructive acts and all. might just be me though, i don’t know. ” his words were followed with a swift smile, his voice almost mocking the other. of course he would never admit that he was constantly making fun of grayson on the low. after all, minseok was doing all of this out of love for his friend ... absolutely no malicious thoughts behind his actions. and anyone who argued otherwise was in for one of minseok’s infamous lectures about how harmful prejudice and judgement was. as if he wasn’t guilty of doing the same exact thing. he knew he was a hypocrite, but it was just way too much fun to stop himself.

minseok shrugged nonchalantly. “ i don’t thijnk anyone is a so-called walk of perfection, but personally ... i do think that i’m pretty damn close. ” he had built up his reputation from the ground; resisting the urge to participate in his classmates’ fun and partying for years. it had certainly paid off well, at least up until this point, but he would be lying if he said that it had been easy. maybe the unnecessary resentment he felt towards grayson was rooted in something deeper. maybe jealousy had something to do with it. it was unfair that he had to constantly stick to the faux clean-cut image he had picked out for himself while his friend was out there doing god knew what at ungodly hours of the night. but then again ... minseok had chosen this life for himself. in one way or another, at least.

“ you know i’m only nagging and bothering you because i’m worried about your future. it’s going to be hard to be somebody someday if you are the talk of the town. word gets ‘round, you know. people here don’t really forget what you did and it follows you wherever you go. ” minseok had seen it happen many times before; part of the reason why he was so image-conscious himself.

[chrminseok]

( . . . )

but the discomposure was short-lived; embarrassment always was when one was drunk. because who had the luxury to care about petty feelings like that? laughter took over again as she cracked up, breaking into a fit of chortles and hiccups that made her breathing erratic. “you should have seen my face,” seoha giggled, irises disappearing behind upturned smiling eyes, “oh wait, you did!” somehow that made her giggle harder, even though there really was nothing funny about what she had said. at this point, literally everything was making her laugh (one of her more curious side affects of drinking), and minseok was no exception. 

seoha couldn’t remember the last time she had lost herself like this, laughing so freely like she didn’t have a single care in the world.

legs gave out from under her as she tried to stumble off the stool (yet again), but she managed to catch herself (using his shoulder!) before toppling over to the ground. unsteady hands gently tugged at the hem of his shirt. and feet tried to maintain balance. “since you’re being nice about this already,” she mumbled, “do you have a shirt i can borrow?” seoha picked at her hip-hugging skirt, which, in all honesty, had started to feel uncomfortable since about two eons ago. “i would really love to get out of this thing.”

watching seoha laugh at her own jokes like that was somehow amusing, yet still somewhat unnerving at the same time. he had never been too fond of her; that was not a secret. she had never been too fond of him, either; once again, that was not a secret in the slightest. there were supposed to continue to dislike each other for the same petty reasons and live their lives without interfering too much with the other’s ... the way seoha was randomly sitting in his kitchen this late at night was just straight up weird. not necessarily enough to make him feel genuinely uncomfortable, but weird enough for him to be kept on his toes. or maybe it was just the lack of sleep starting to make him feel somewhat delirious. hopefully she wouldn’t need his supervision for much longer.

her nearly falling was scary enough to snap him out of his trance-like state. it was bad enough that he had to care for an overly drunk girl all by himself, but it would be way worse if she hurt herself while in his care. god forbid she broke a bone and blamed the injury on him. that would just be a pain in the ass; an unnecessary stress factor that he didn’t need at this point in his life. not that anyone ever needed it at any point in their lives, really.

“ just wait for me here. and don’t move or do anything stupid. ” minseok got up with a sigh after helping her get back on her chair, trying his best not to be away for too long. it wasn’t that he didn’t trust her ... well, actually, that was exactly what it was. heaven knew what seoha would get up to if she was left unsupervised for long enough. once again, the scenario of her potentially hurting herself popped up in his mind or worse ... the idea of her breaking something in his kitchen. those thoughts were enough to make him hurry down the hallway as soon as he got hold of a random old shirt he found in the very back of his unnecessarily gigantic closet. “ you can put this on and you can keep it too if you want. i don’t need it back, really. you ... can change in here. i’ll go prepare the couch for you. i doubt you are gonna survive the night if i make you go back home like that. ” minseok remarked, referring to the tripping incident that happened just a couple minutes ago. before she had the chance to defend herself, he had already excused himself to disappear into the living room. 

[seokmatthewz]

yunho ✭ the star

[chrminseok]

reckless ft. @chrgrayson

minseok knew it wasn’t his place to judge the people around himself based on their actions. he knew he was in no place to determine somebody else’s worth by the things they did or didn’t do— there was nobody who knew him better than himself, hence there was nobody who truly knew about all of the vile things he himself had been up to over the course of the last few years. it would be hypocritical for someone like minseok to try to teach and advise someone about their morals or about what would be good or bad for them. and yet he couldn’t help himself when it came to grayson.

minseok was always all up in his business— no matter what grayson was doing, he always had to give his two cents and comment on pretty much everything. there were countless things grayson frequently did that he disagreed with which presented countless opportunities to act like the worried older friend. ( a rather obvious disguise, given the fact that if somebody found his birth certificate ... they would see that minseok was, in fact, slighly younger than the other. )  

“ so you’re still keeping up your questionable lifestyle choices, ” his words were followed by a disappointed sigh; the usual tactic he went with whenever he lectured the other about his wrongdoings. some would call it manipulative, minseok would call it useful. “ when will you finally grow up and realise that all of this will get you nowhere? there are other ways to pass your time, you know. you don’t always have to get drunk or do drugs. are you not worried about your future? do you even have real plans for your future at all? ”

[chrminseok]

( . . . )

“a friend from law school,” she tittered, washing down the tablet in one go and finishing the water without a gasp for air. “i mean, he put me in a taxi,” seoha hiccuped, face pink from the alcohol flush, “then i brought myself home!” 

being clouded also made her oblivious to the time. she had no freaking clue what time it was, but made a rough estimate that it must not be too late since minseok was. still. here! in the back of her mind, seoha wondered if she had called him over and then just forgotten about it, because that’s the only explanation she’d find him here, in the confines of her own apartment. 

“and i found you!” she continued, followed by another hiccup. “can’t seem to remember why you’re here at my place though. did i leave another package at your place or something?”

even though the situation wasn’t really something he should laugh at, a giggle still escaped his mouth upon watching seoha’s actions. there was something undeniably funny about intoxicated people acting weirdly, that was something he couldn’t deny. especially when it someone embarrassing themselves that he wasn’t too fond of in the first place. that was always extra amusing to watch, no matter how mean it was to admit. 

“ it’s always the law students. ” he rolled his eyes in memory of attending student parties alongside law students, remembering the mischief they would normally get involved in. it might be a stereotype, but there was usually something true about them; that’s why they were stereotypes after all. right? “ it’s almost like they are trying to do as much shit as they can before they have to watch what they say all the time. you know, instead of trying to start doing that in university so their life will be easier in the future. but who am i to judge? ”

seoha’s words made him frown ever so slightly. did she really just forget everything that had happened within the last twenty-something minutes? there was no way. “ so you’re saying we need to go over all of this again? ” realising that she wasn’t kidding, minseok sighed again. this time it sounded almost desperate. or frustrated. or maybe just a little bit of both. “ you are at my place, actually. you tried to punch in your password at the wrong door and that’s what landed you here. you literally couldn’t find your way back to your own apartment. much to think about. ”

leaning back in his chair, he watched the situation unfold for a couple seconds. “ don’t worry about it, i’ll bring you back to your apartment once you sober up a little bit. and if you don’t, i have a spare sofa you can crash on. ” it was quite out of character for minseok to offer something like this, especially towards people he didn’t like too much. but even someone like him had morals and leaving an overly drunk girl alone in her own apartment seemed a little too reckless and perhaps even dangerous. “ you can decide what’s better for you later when you are conscious enough to make decisions. ” 

[chrminseok]

traitor // 2017 ft. @suranchr

no relationship was ever truly perfect. that was something minseok knew way too well. it didn’t matter whether it came to friends or relatives— nothing was ever flawless between two people. there would always be strong disagreements and aggressive discussions, maybe even nasty arguments that result in the end of said relationship. minseok was always prepared to experience any of those scenarios with anyone he conversed with; there was never a time where he felt truly secure with anyone around him. his family life had taught him differently, the bumpy relationship with his own father was enough to make him question anyone’s true intentions and wonder what was going to happen next everytime someone expressed their discontent with anything he said or did. it was safe to say he was always on the edge of his seat, always on his toes about everyone in his social circle.

well ... there was one exception. suran had always felt safe to him; never had they truly fought about anything too drastic. of course there had been disagreements in the last two years of them dating. after all, they were still two seperate young people with mindsets that differed from each other from time to time. and yet, they always managed to figure it out and get back on their feet. no matter what happened, they always found their way back to one another and came back stronger than before. or at least that was what minseok wanted to believe was the result of their infrequent bickering.

suran being the only person in his life who he was secure about made hearing the rumours so much worse. of course he heard about her leaving the dance studio later than usual, alongside her dance partner that minseok had always been somewhat suspicious towards. even after reminding himself that it was nothing, that they were simply too involved in their job and wanting to perfect their dance routine ... he couldn’t seem to let go of the condescending voices babbling on about his relationship. he didn’t want to be the talk of the town— especially not over something like this. especially when he knew it wasn’t even true. or was it?

minseok wanted more than anything to believe his own mind more than his friends’ words and yet here they were: sitting down in suran’s living room late at night on a random tuesday. he hadn’t even told her he was coming over, he just did. there was no way he was going to get any sleep that night without clearing up the situation first. “ i’m sorry for barging in like that. ” minseok meant it; usually, he would always tell people whenever he was planning on visiting them. but he was the type of person to get bellyaches whenever there was something bothering him and with every passing second, the feeling in the pit of his stomach got worse. it was almost as if his gut knew something he didn’t. “ you know ... people have been talking about you. and me. you know, just about us in general. ” he had no idea how to start this conversation. every moment was pure agony with the awkwardness between them growing. why was it so hard to just ask? after all they were supposed to know each other better than anyone else.

“ why did you come home so late last friday? ” he finally asked, the lump in his throat not allowing him to swallow. there were a few moments of silence until he spoke again, barely givng her a chance to reply in time. “ people think it’s because you were spending private time with your dance partner. i’d like to believe they’re wrong, but they kept insisting over and over again that i talk to you nevertheless. ” it was obvious that he was trying to dismiss the rumours, basically trying to convince himself that they were mere lies. “ i know you wouldn’t lie to me, you were never a liar. or a cheater, for that matter. ”

[chrminseok]

( . . . )

“what are you talking on about,” seoha waved a hand, pushing her way inside with strength fueled by an insurmountable amount of booze. the world was still spinning at an angle but she managed to make it in, grabbing onto the dining table for support as she threw herself onto the couch, purse hanging loosely from her fingers. 

his question resonated in her head, and she looked up while she lay unmoving from her position. “actually, i do desperately need something. water and a heaven-sent advil, please. pretty please.” 

how the hell did he get himself into this kind of situation? there was really nothing that could have possibly prepared minseok for this event to unfold right in front of his eyes; especially at this late hour ... especially with seoha. everything abou it was so strange, it took him a couple seconds to truly register what was going on. maybe it was just a dream, but if it was ... shouldn’t he have woken up by now? they say you wake up once your nightmare reaches its worst point. it was certainly reached when the ever so familiar intruder spoke again. 

“ you are drunk out of your goddamn mind, how much did you have to drink? don’t you know that this is not a good look? aren’t you embarrassed to be like this in public where people can see and laugh at you? ” realising that he sounded just like his father, minseok decided to stop with the lecturing and instead be a decent human. at least for once. he stepped away from the doorway with a deep sigh. “ come on in, i’ll get you whatever you want. ”

after helping seoha sit down at one of the stools displayed in his kitchen, he tried his best to look for any type of painkiller that could possibly put her out of her misery. a hard attempt, considering minseok himself didn’t really partake in any partying too regularly. it was way too much of a risk — what if someone important saw him in a state like that? super embarrassing. “ it’s remarkable that you already feel the need for water and advil before even going to sleep. usually people who are as drunk as you just fall straight into bed and worry about the rest the morning after, you know. ” he was speaking from experience. even though he wasn’t an active drinker now didn’t mean he didn’t have a short wild phase in high school and college.

“ this is the best i can do for you, i suppose. ” he muttered, sitting down to give his guest a tablet of ibuprofen and a glass of tap water. sitting in silence for a couple minutes, he decided he could at least try some small talk; even if it was going to be weird. “ so who were you with? and why did they let you go home alone as drunk as you are? seems a little ... reckless if you ask me. ” yet nobody had asked him. 

[proserpinewrites]

“I became good at pretending. I became so good that after a while the lines blurred between my truth and fiction. And sometimes, when I did a really good job of pretending, I even fooled myself.”

— Ruta Sepetys, Salt to the Sea (via wordsnquotes)

[chrminseok]

false code ft. @chrseoha

it was always nights like this one that cost minseok his well-needed beauty sleep. with the full moon glaring through his half-closed blinds, it didn’t matter how many times he tossed and turned in his bed— it was just no use. checking the alarm clock on his bedside table made him sigh quietly. 1:23am. not too bad, he thought to himself as he slowly stood up to make his way into the kitchen, hoping to maybe get a few hours of rest after lulling himself to sleep with a cup of warm milk ... though right when he was about to get his beverage out of the microwave, he was interrupted by strange beeping. what the hell was going on?

it took a little for him to realise that it was coming right from outside of his apartment. it sounded like someone was loudly dialing a phone number, but were phones really this loud? maybe it just seemed like that considering how late it was. no, that  didn’t make much sense. as he stood there frozen in his tracks, it finally dawned on him. someone was trying to type in the password to his front door, though obviously failing. immediatelly, minseok waltzed towards the front door, being incredibly relieved once the security system showed him who exactly was trying to break inside his apartment. “ i think you have the wrong address. ” he spoke as soon as he flung the door open, scanning seoha from head to toe. “ or is there something that you desperately need from me at this ungodly hour? ”

[chrminseok]

hello everyone! i am officially discharged from the hospital and slowly but surely ready to return to the dash. since i have been gone for a little over two weeks, i wanted to say that i am dropping all threads. if you really want to continue a thread that we had, please tell me and i’ll make it work! with that being said, i would love to start new ones and perhaps plot a couple new connections, since so many new members joined!! so please like this post if you would like to start a thread and/or plot something!! 💝