commuovere

'often taken to mean “heartwarming,” but directly refers to a story that moved you to tears.' 18+ lit rp. please read about before interacting. nsfw content my occur. formerly 'cxmmuovere'

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tispe:

[ 📖 ] ——— ❝ Whoa, whoa I’m not a cop! I’m a teacher. ❞ He fumbles in his pocket, pulling out the lanyard he has to keep on him, displaying his photo and title. He shrugs a little bit, scratching his cheek.

“You just look hungry and– when I was a kid, I was in your boat.” Though, from the looks of it, they’re not that different in age. Probably only four or so years. He tries a reassuring smile, though he is ready to back off if the kid gets too anxious. He says he won’t hurt anyone for self defense, and if he feels threatened.. well, that might count as self defense to him.

he can trust this not-cop. he doesn't know how he knows, he just knows. he thinks himself a pretty solid judge of character, especially during his stints on the streets...you had to be extremely careful picking and choosing who you ran with, and he'd survived thus far. this...teacher, he's legit. he looks him in the eye when he speaks, just like insu hyung had. only, insu hyung held an air of danger about him like a cape; this man...boy...was open, softly spoken. safe. plus, he was offering pizza, and you couldn't be evil and offer pizza, it just didn't correlate.

"...if i'm gonna go with you...i gotta ask one question, and you gotta answer honestly, yeah?"

he pauses for effect, drawing himself up to his full height (which in the grand scheme of things isn't that impressive, but he still has a few inches on the elder).

"what are your opinions on the addition of pineapple to a regular margarita pizza?"

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[ 📖 ] ——— He knows what a starving kid, a street rat looks like. After all, he was one for a good chunk of his life – so seeing this kid brings back memories he’d very much like to never revisit. It also elicits a bubble of empathy and, without thinking about how the boy could very much be a druggie or just plain dangerous, he wanders over and peers at him.

“You look hungry.” No shit, sherlock. “C’mon, lets get you food. What’s your favorite kind?”

These are the kinds of things that will either get him mugged or murdered, and yet his gaze doesn’t waver, simply looking over the scrawny kid as arms fold over his chest. He’s got enough muscle on him to fight if this boy decides to attack, and they’re near a relatively busy street – he’s not worried.

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running away had been his only option, and he'd hoped to never have to make that life or death decision ever again. it seemed like somebody had it in for him upstairs, though. back out in the cold after a single month of bliss and a warm bed.

most people stayed away at the sight of him; too old to be pitied, not old or pretty enough to be solicited...so to say he was...surprised, to say the least, would be something of an understatement.

he eyes the man (boy? he's got such a baby face but he talks like a proper grown up) suspiciously. "how do i know you're not gonna try and poison me or somethin'? or, or throw me into jail? are you a cop? 'cos i haven't done anything wrong. not having a permanent address isn't illegal, and, and i never hurt nobody-"

except those men who broke into your parents house and killed them.

"a-and, and, even if i did hurt anybody it would only ever be for self defence!"

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his eyes don’t stray far from the floor. there’s an ache in his back and his legs, an emptiness that chews at him from the inside out. he tries hard not to be so pathetic, but something nasty churns in him and so he’s a little put out. the depressing notion that he has to go back home at some point makes him sick, and perhaps, that is the reason why he is gazing at taehyung with more willingness than before.

“you’re so fucking annoying. why the hell did I even try making friends with you.” his eyelids pry apart, almost stick from sleep. had he taken a nap here? he doesn’t remember, but his mouth feels gross and his limbs are much too heavy. as such, he finds it abnormal that he is so sluggish, proceeding to look at taehyung now with such peculiar passiveness. there’s no content here, but he would like to form some. if only to make the other boy calm down. “I wanna say no again. God almighty how I wanna say fucking no–” he makes a noise of disgust at the boy’s attempt to be ‘cute’, or whatever the hell that shit was.

“don’t ever do that again. please. don’t.” he reaches out to punch weakly at taehyung’s shoulder. “fine. i’ll go. and you better buy me some ice cream too.”

a victorious grin paints his features bright with joy - the knowledge that his odd brand of enthusiasm could win even the grumpiest of souls over making him smile even wider if possible.

"of course i'll buy you some. what, you think i'd just drag you in there to make you watch me enjoy a cone or pot of frozen deliciousness? and you call me the dumb one. listen, i've done some shitty things. but i'm not a monster.

he wanders leisurely across the street to the icecream parlour, fighting the urge to sprint to the window and press his nose against it ('play it cool - he already thinks you're a complete weirdo'), flicking a grin over his shoulder at his companion.

"so! what's your favourite flavour? i think today mine's raspberry ripple. or maybe mint choc chip? i wonder if they'd let me mix flavours? maybe not. probably not; although i think it'd be a cool thing to do. i mean, what if you just can't choose between two or more flavours? i think i'd rather have a mix of everything than nothing at all."

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little tae.

“i don’t think he’s very good at flirting, hyung…he’s basically acting all, all mean and brutish because that’s what i’m guessing he thinks she likes? like, a tough guy…but she just said he was a big idiot, and now she’s slapping him…and now she’s running away crying……….i wonder if there are people like this in real life,” he chuckles, the sound warm and full of mirth.

                  ❛ sounds like somethin’ i’d try to do. ❜ he mused with a slight hint of amusement curling up his lips, head tilting back against the couch as he focused on the screen more intently. although there were subtitles on the screen to translate, he didn’t pay much attention to the words. ❛ she acts like ishiko when she cries. ❜ not really the best conversation starter, but he couldn’t even help but speak about her. ❛ poor girl. ❜

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that makes him laugh again, a warm burst of brightness through the quiet of the living room. "ah, i think you're probably better at flirting than that guy...and ishiko....your sister? hopefully you didn't have to see her cry very often. if i had a sister, i'd hate to see her crying, i think."

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❛ i can’t go.❜

disappointment shows itself in the slight furrow of his brow over expressive eyes, mouth curved in a moue of discontent. this was not how it was supposed to go.

"but, but, i can't just go in there by myself! i'll look ridiculous, sat in an ice cream shop in a sea of people on dates and in groups doing whatever people with friends and significant others do on tuesday afternoons....oh c'mon, you simply can't leave me to wallow like a sad old spinster who only goes out of the house once a year to get her necessary annual dose of vitamin d...it's the first time i've had money in literal months and i wanna spend it on ice cream. with you. not by myself. so there."

he uses his very best 'pretty please with a cherry on top' puppy dog eyes on the boy, the boy he'd only known a few days but would desperately like to call his friend. god knows he needs all the friends he can get nowadays.

"c'mon. please? i'll literally beg if it'll help-"

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three word starters.

❛ please don’t go. ❜ ❛ don’t turn around. ❜ ❛ eat my dust. ❜ ❛ suck my ass. ❜ ❛ what’s for dinner? ❜ ❛ drunk i’m not. ❜ ❛ where’s your coat? ❜ ❛ bring some beers. ❜ ❛ are you home? ❜ ❛ say my name. ❜ ❛ i can’t go.❜ ❛ i’d like none. ❜ ❛ well fuck me. ❜ ❛ are you sick? ❜ ❛ i’m freezing cold. ❜ ❛ you’re all wet. ❜ ❛ are you drunk? ❜ ❛ don’t look back. ❜ ❛ it says ‘positive’.❜ ❛ run far away.❜ ❛ you are screwed. ❜ ❛ damn it’s hot. ❜ ❛ get here easily? ❜ ❛ don’t touch me. ❜ ❛ it’s cold out. ❜ ❛ just leave me. ❜ ❛ i like you. ❜ ❛ talk to me. ❜

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little tae.

he joins the older without hesitation, curling up and settling down with one of the couch cushions to watch. he laughs at something said on the screen, eyes crinkling into little crescent moons.

“you’re never going to get her to like you acting like that,” he playfully chides the bumbling man on the tv, another chuckle bubbling up from his chest.

                        when the other suddenly decided to push their boundaries && take someone else’s place by his side ( usually it was gun who curled against him like this ) he couldn’t help but flinch at the unfamiliar body. though, he recovered quickly in fear of scaring them in some way && relaxed against their side. curling his arm around their shoulders he leaned to the other side, elbow resting against the arm rest with his face cupped in his hand. a blank stare was fixed on the screen as he watched, the only amusement he was getting was from the boy by his side. ❛ what’s he doing wrong? ❜

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"i don't think he's very good at flirting, hyung...he's basically acting all, all mean and brutish because that's what i'm guessing he thinks she likes? like, a tough guy...but she just said he was a big idiot, and now she's slapping him...and now she's running away crying..........i wonder if there are people like this in real life," he chuckles, the sound warm and full of mirth.

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little tae.

“i….i just. want to help. even if it’s just, you know, helping out around the house…i don’t wanna leech offa you and gun-hyung. you…you saved my life, no exaggeration, and i feel…a bit like i’m taking advantage, eating your food and sleeping on your sister’s bed….just. just tell me what to do and i’ll do it.”

                    ❛ when you’re properly healed we’ll talk kid. ❜ waving them off — dismissing them rather — he continued to stare at the television ahead. there wasn’t anything interesting on, he settled for a foreign soap opera that he couldn’t understand. ❛ you’re not taking advantage of us either… so come over here && join your hyung on the couch. i had a long day. ❜

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he joins the older without hesitation, curling up and settling down with one of the couch cushions to watch. he laughs at something said on the screen, eyes crinkling into little crescent moons.

"you're never going to get her to like you acting like that," he playfully chides the bumbling man on the tv, another chuckle bubbling up from his chest.

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he’ll run forever, if he needs to.

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“mm…” he frowns slightly, a tiny nod accompanying the expression as he shuffles to sit next to insu on the couch, knees drawn up to his chest. “hyung…i. i need to ask you something.”

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                   ❛ what’s wrong, kid? ❜ besides the crippling thoughts of being a burden to both himself && gun, he still worried for the kids sanity. they were a complete wreck when he first found them, they were still on edge regardless being confined in a somewhat safe environment. ❛ don’t ask if it’s about you saying here or something. you’re fine, don’t worry about that. ❜

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"i....i just. want to help. even if it's just, you know, helping out around the house...i don't wanna leech offa you and gun-hyung. you...you saved my life, no exaggeration, and i feel...a bit like i'm taking advantage, eating your food and sleeping on your sister's bed....just. just tell me what to do and i'll do it."

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little tae.

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“…i get the distinct feeling he…doesn’t like me very much. i suppose that’s alright. the world would be pretty boring if everybody liked everybody. i like him well enough. he cooks real well. i hope he’s alright…not that he wouldn’t be. i mean, he seems like he can take care of himself…”

he lets himself peter off, gloved thumb pressed to the swell of his lower lip, still deep in thought.

                        ❛ it’s not that he doesn’t like you kid. ❜ && because insu had decided to take them under his wing, he had to force himself to be nice to them in such a fresh stage of their arrival. ❛ he just… doesn’t adjust well with change. for more than a year it’s just been him && i && my two sisters. so seeing a new, permeant face that won’t leave everyday must be a little odd for him. what a pathetic lie. ❛ he’s fine, i know he is. he would have called me if he were in trouble. ❜ — no he wouldn’t. letting out a small sigh he looked over just how worried they seemed to be && forced a smile. ❛ stop worrying. ❜

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"mm..." he frowns slightly, a tiny nod accompanying the expression as he shuffles to sit next to insu on the couch, knees drawn up to his chest. "hyung...i. i need to ask you something."

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pularuk:

“… most people just say thanks and leave it at that.” the body language said defeat, and even the tone the younger used meant that yoongi had won, but it didn’t make the coyote feel any better about it. something about the stranger had caught his attention, and he just – wanted answers. that was it. why was the kid being so damn difficult about it?

he was glad that at least the boy’s body had something to say in the matter, and he shook his head. “ungrateful brat. but at least your stomach gets it. i’m not gonna just let you get to a sandwich, i’m gonna take you to have real food. come on, follow me.” waving for the other to follow, he glanced over his shoulder to ensure it. “i’m yoongi. who’re you?”

it's so close, bubbling up through his throat on the tip of his tongue; i don't know who i am - but he manages to keep tabs on the hysterical exclamation in favour of a slightly shaky exhalation of his name.

..."i-it's tae."

the man - yoongi - seemed to be the type that commanded respect; was authoritative in a similar manner his that insu was and his father, though it seemed a little less... potent. he wasn't falling over himself to obey even if the sharp eyes and cutting tone suggested dire consequences if he didn't.

"um, yoongi? where, where are we going to eat? it doesn't hafta be anywhere nice or anything, um, thankyou by the way, you didn't hafta to this. you're a bit scary but i suppose you can't be too awful otherwise you wouldn't have offered to feed some kid you don't know. not many people would do that. so thanks."

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@strngnoir

"...i get the distinct feeling he...doesn't like me very much. i suppose that's alright. the world would be pretty boring if everybody liked everybody. i like him well enough. he cooks real well. i hope he's alright...not that he wouldn't be. i mean, he seems like he can take care of himself..."

he lets himself peter off, gloved thumb pressed to the swell of his lower lip, still deep in thought.

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pularuk:

if yoongi wasn’t concerned before, he certainly was when the younger male spoke. he could tell that the other was lying straight through his teeth, the nervous search for an escape, and sighed. this stranger could try all he wanted, but the coyote wasn’t all that keen on letting someone out of his sight. not someone that he needed to make sure wasn’t going to hurt others. or maybe even himself.

“look, it’s not any of my business, and you can tell me all you want not to worry, but i don’t have anywhere to be and you look like you could use a meal.” and tell me what the fuck it is you’re doing. but the blonde really doesn’t have any reason to distrust the younger. … right? his nose doesn’t lie to him, but maybe yoongi just… is misreading it. maybe he was just a kid dumped out on the streets, hopelessly lost and trying to scramble a living. maybe he’d been kicked out of his house. yoongi wasn’t going to turn a blind eye to it, not if he could help somehow. or. something.

something close to defeat dulls his eyes, shoulders drooping slightly as his means to escape the persistent stranger melt away, grains of sand between his fingertips.

toxic fingertips.

"you...you don't have to be so nice to me. i...i can handle...things...by myself."

pangs of guilt wash over him at the thought of this man wasting money on food for him; a grimy bum with nowhere to go. he'd been surviving, why'd he suddenly have to come to people's attention? at that moment, his traitorous stomach growls in desperation. damnit...

"i....i suppose maybe a sandwich wouldn't go amiss..."

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the strange boy looked harmless enough, but he didn’t smell as safe – something about the scent put him on edge, even if the only thing he could think of was some kind of government official ( how yoongi recognized the smell was a whole other story, and truly not one he’d share to just anyone ). 

the flinch from his voice made the coyote frown deeply, reconsidering his approach. he’d spoken first, curious about the way the kid held himself, but that sort of reaction… usually meant something else. “that’s an odd answer. ‘trying to get by’. you looked lost,” the blond pointed out, tilting his head. his dark eyes tried to piece it all together, but the defenseless expression coupled with a stance that blended in way better than any supernatural he’d met. “are you sure you’re okay?”

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are you sure you're okay?

of course not. of course he's not okay; he's not even sure something as comfortable, as ordinary as 'okay' can even remain in his vocabulary after the last couple of months. he's not sure he remembers what 'okay' means - what it feels like.

"i'm...i'm so hungry i could literally eat my own foot. but other than that....i'm. i'm good."

he forces a smile, blinding, nervous eyes darting this way and that for a break in the crowd he can slip through...

"but...um. thankyou, you know, for. for asking. no need to worry..."

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— ( ⚾️ ) damn. the kid’s tongue was moving faster than he could catch up. watching them, staring at their mouth moving ever so wildly with such a FOCUSED expression almost hurt. another step closer he raised his hands, defending himself as he kept them close to his chest. it was clear that the poor kid had no where to go, no one to turn to; they were running away from the world — not just that man. worrying a small smile, anything to uplift their hopes towards the scum that lingered through the streets.

‘ hey… it’s alright. i’m not accusing you of anything, alright? ’ was all he could managed to whisper out, reaching out for their hand that he KNEW would take sometime for them to hold. ‘ i’m not gonna hurt you… you just look wrecked kid. i can help you out… no all of US are bad, alright? ’

‘ so your name is tae? ’ picking out the IMPORTANT words he tilted his head to the side, now showing a more genuine smile. he couldn’t remember the last time HE reached out to help someone. maybe it was a year or two ago when he found gun broken && beaten, ready for their last breath before he came into the picture. though, thankfully, there was no BLOOD here.

‘ i’m insu. are you tired too? i’ll let you rest at my place for a night if you want. it’s warm… fully insulated. ’

they were DANGEROUS that was sure, but they were like a bunny.

ready to hide at the mere SIGHT of danger.

‘ you can trust me, if you want… i mean you don’t HAVE to come with me. i just know you’re probably gonna run into another shitty situation. ’ letting out a small chuckle he waved his hand towards him a little, trying to pull them closer to him with some magical force.

what they had done to that person still BURNED quite visibly in his memory. && although it was quite terrifying ( they could easily break him down to the pavement ) he loved to take the risk. having someone with THAT much power would be MORE than suitable on his team. if they were running from a home looking for a new one, then insu better act quick. he wasn’t going to lose this little thumper to any damn bambi in the city — this was his little rabbit he would grab by their FEET.

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he vaguely remembers his mother telling him about strangers, and how it wasn’t the best idea to trust them. honestly...the majority of his experience with unknown individuals had proven her undeniably right, but...this boy. this boy was...he couldn’t explain. 

he just had the overwhelming urge to do anything this boy - insu - asked of him. without question. 

a brief flickering memory of a school project on wolfpacks seeps into his numb brain, of how they all looked to one wolf in particular - the alpha - for protection and guidance. if we were wolves, he muses...insu would definitely be alpha. 

but we’re not wolves. he’s just a boy...who’s got a nice smile and a nice voice and he’s offering you the closest thing to safety you’re going to get, so why are you still standing here like a...a stupid stupid statue when he’s holding his hand out to you oh my god-

later he’ll blame his stumbling on the cold, on the numbness in his icy feet, and not the invisible force shoving him forward; a marionette on strings connected directly to the palm of insu’s right hand.

“i.....i trust you. i do...more than anybody else. it’s silly, isn’t it? i’ve known you for thirty seconds, ha, and, and i’d probably do anything you asked me to because you have a really nice smile and wow that’s too much, i’m sorry, i just haven’t eaten in three days and i’m kind of really, really c-cold and, um, wow since when was there two of you-”

his vision spots, blurrs - and there really is two of insu, how wonderful, his smile is twice as great like this- before he’s pitching forward, catching himself on a solid, lean frame. 

“whoops, lost control of my feet there, i’m sorry, i...i don’t think they’re working right at the moment-”

he smiles sheepishly at insu. you’re doing great, kid. real. real smooth.

“i....you sure you don’t mind me napping at your place? i won’t be any trouble, promise...”