empty words

filled with what i should've said

[daldeoksu]

goodnight, my angel

[daldeoksu]

⋆ ⋆ ⋆  ━━     dalxdeokhye‌​    、   i promised i would never leave you  ⋆

Deokhye had been working on her needlework, too absorbed in her own little world when one of the family servants came with tea by her mother’s orders, the young Lady greeted her with a smile and thanked her happily leaving her needlework by her bed to get a cup of tea when the words of the girl made her frozen from head to toe. “Isn’t little Lady going to greet little lord? I saw him with Lord and Lady on my way.” Deokhye knew she said something more after that but her brain didn’t hold that part of the information since it was stuck repeating the same words over and over again: He is home. Placing the cup down on the little table, the young Lady got up as fast as she could with the help of the girl before rushing out of the room after thanking her.

That was the least Lady-like thing Deokhye had done in her whole life. Running to the main gate where she was told her brother had been seen for the last time, her heart was racing, beating against her ribs that it should have been painful but it wasn’t. Deokhye only slowed down once she was near, not being used to run, she had run out of breath but that little stop was enough to give her strenght once again since her brown orbs landed on him…he was finally home. Deokhye rushed to his side, she needed to see him closer, to hug him and never let him go, to see by herself that it wasn’t only a dream, she had plenty of those ever since he left. 

She could feel the hot tears behind her eyes and as they slowly  made their way though her cheeks. “Brother” She let out as she jumped into his arms, holding him as close as she could while hiding herself on the comfort of his chest. “you are back, you are here” She spoke though it seemed more like a message to herself, to believe what was infront of her. Deokhye could hear her mother complaining about her being like a child but no one made an effort to pull her away from him and she was grateful for that. “Never leave me again, please.” Deokhye sniffed, Deoksu had missed her growing up, she didn’t want him to miss anything in her life again. 

he is home. it’s something he had never really thought he’d live to see happen. that comfort and familiarity would be brought to him years after he had signed his life away. he still feels the roughness of the wind against his cheeks, of time away and times changed being inked into his skin as he takes in the sight of his home. of the manor he had once spent all his life in. with no clue of the world outside of his own little, preposterous bubble. 

and now, popped -- he had seen what the world truly looked like. and it was ugly, a definitive color of black, grays and whites with no true meaning if one was so hungry for war and power. it was a world he didn’t want to be in. a world he knew he could no longer live in. it was a world where death had been tasted time and time again and would never truly stop until one’s last breath.

it was this breath that had wished he could take a leave for home. that had been more than happy to find his father’s call for him ; that his father was the one who wanted him near, once more. and at first chance he took it, vowing to never leave.

to never go back because, he realized -- he, choi deoksu, was no man of war.

it is why, when tears are fresh in his mother’s eyes and his father’s hand is warm in his grasp ; deoksu feels that surge of familiarity and safety that had never consumed him in the years prior.

three years was a long time, and it was finally time to make up for all that.

starting with the person he missed the most ( well, second person ) --

a hand smooths along her hair; a kiss pressed to the crown before he pulls apart from the younger. she had grown taller, slimmer ; the planes of her face while last had held the last bits of adolescence were not slender and softer -- that of a lady’s rather than a young girl’s.

“look how you’ve grown, ah -- deokhye-yah, are you sure you’re my little sister?”

but always, deep down -- deoksu knew, she would always be his little sister, no matter how much she grew in his absence. 

he laughs, good-naturedly ; a hand raised to smooth the hairs at her crown, “that’s something i will promise you -- i won’t leave, ever.” 

[daldeoksu]

a not so wonderful life

⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ━━  @daldahye 、 another door opens ⋆

𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆,  his words ringing in her ears like a bell that won’t stop sounding.  already they give her a headache.  though dahye wishes it, she can’t pull her eyes away and tell him that he should think before he speaks, considering who it is that he’s speaking to.  perhaps he doesn’t realize the cruelty of his own question, coming from his lips, to her - it cuts like a knife.

for choi deoksu is the man who intends on marrying her, but not for cause like love or anything of the sort.  it’s an arrangement of convenience: no one lines up at the door of jung dahye for her hand in marriage, he doesn’t want to love anyone except for yi hyeyeon.  (  at the very least, she thinks, she’ll be free from the flames that lick her heel.  )

“ would you like it if i believed that, my lord?” she asks cryptically, finally managing to pull her eyes away.  “ truly, though, i think - ..” her eyes cast instead in the direction of his - towards a certain princess, the one that holds his heart.  “ you only have someone if you’re pretty.”

he pauses, his head tips to the side, to allow her to proceed with her thoughts ; unsure of how to take her tone, and the way the words had melted into thin air. “no, i want to know what you believe.” and not what you think i want you to, but these are words he does not say. for while they were acquaintances, secrets of his own buried in their vows to one another, he knows they are not close enough for things he shouldn’t say to ears that deserve better.

“that isn’t true,” he starts definitively, breaking his own rule of competence, to delay his outlandish tongue as his eyes follow his words -- taking them away from what once was to what now would be, watching the way they flicker. “it is much more than beauty that one can desire in a person.” and while he says this, his brows furrow -- uncertainty sinking into his own blunt features; roughened by the cold, harsh winter. 

“what makes you think that it is otherwise?” concern fills his tone, this time, turning his attention to her, fully, now. 

[haedalkrp]

                                      …      ━━━     SEOLLAL SENTENCE PROMPTS     ━━━      …

                                ・    ・                                                            ・    ・ THESE ARE THE INBOX PROMPTS  for our seollal event! remember your rp karma: try to send out as many prompts as you receive. if necessary, make sure to change pronouns to fit the muse in mind.  these can be used as starters, or just as drabbles - it’s up to you! these will be available to reblog until the end of our event on february 12th.  have fun!

“ keep your apology.” “ everybody wants to change the world.” “ you have to be what tomorrow needs.” “ are we having fun?” “ i think i better go now.” “ here, i got this for you.” “ you are so good for me.” “ and so it is.” “ i know it won’t be a good year.” “ i hope it will be a better year.” “ i don’t care if it’s tradition -” “ it’s tradition.” “ i’m not eating that.” “ the future is looking grim.” “ this was a lovely night.” “ i know it’s not traditional.  i wanted to get you something different.” “ i made a promise.” “ did you see the lights?” “ how is your family?” “ we’re not supposed to be meeting like this.”

[daldeoksu]

may you be sweet, always

⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ━━  @dalxdeokhye 、 my dearest one ⋆

The a big smile grew on the lady’s features as she started at her dear brother with bright eyes. “Oh so handsome!” She spoke before giggling, “ No one is as handsome as my dear brother” Deokhye’s bright smile was intact in her face as she stared at her brother before resting her chin over her arms in a more comfortable pose. “I believe that you have all the ladies attention during the wedding, my dear brother” She said while wiggling her eyebrows in playful banter with her brother, after all he was a man now. “You must be careful, dear Brother, or you will be chased by them on hopes of the next wedding being yours with one of them!” Deokhye teased the playfulness clear on her tone and smile 

coming back to joseon, meant return to normal. to a fashion that wasn’t required of them on the battlefield and of frivolous activities that were far too trivial to be thought of. coming back to joseon, brings a light in his life as he feels himself smothered in a warmth that comes when reunited with family. especially the ones he had promised to protect by leaving. “you flatter me so,” and while he isn’t quite taken with the words that leave his sister’s lips, he also isn’t surprised by them. at least, not when the idea that’s been forming in his mind ever since he had returned becomes clear. and the words she says aren’t too far-fetched, after all. “say, deokhye -- about that ... if i were to get married, how would you feel?” because like most people, deoksu finds himself at the mercy of the women in his life, wanting to know of her happiness and thoughts prior to his was always a weak point for the male. 

[daldeoksu]

can you be mine

pressure amounts to a weight on his shoulders. one akin to the heaviness he once felt all those years ago ; one that had eagerly lowered his inhibitions and had gotten him to turn in three long years of his life for the cruelty of war. he had given his life back then, this time it comes back in a tenfold, hankered down by the views of the world and the approval of a father who never really saw deoksu as filial as he vowed to be. 

it builds until he feels suffocated, going day by day with his father’s voice in his ear and his expectations sung through an intricately-spoken speech. deoksu knew what was expected of him but, he was wary. could he really subject someone to a lifetime with him? knowing where his actual loyalties lay? wasn’t that, too, just as cruel as the life that’s been handed to him? 

( but pressure is a funny thing, it frustrates a person -- continues to feed off the stress they accumulate through continuous delegation until they give in and, he breaks )

his sights are on a girl he’s known for much longer, filled with his secrets she had promised to keep and he knows no one better to bring such a proposition to. it’s why a soft hand tugs at her own, pulling her close to seclusion where ears could not hear them and his own voice could fill hers. 

“dahye-ssi,” he pauses, suddenly realizing how compromising his next words may be. it’s been so long, could he really do this to her? “i have something to ask of you.” 

⋆ ⋆ ⋆  ━━     @daldahye    、   a lifetime set into motion  ⋆

[daldeoksu]

" i wish i knew you earlier."

his confusion is quickly masked by amusement. for one to know him well, it is said to be quite the unfortunate circumstance and yet, here is dahye retelling a tale that he’s sure even his closest friends wouldn’t admit to. “and, pray tell, why would that be?” he grins, a softening of his eyes as his gaze drifts from the roar of life that’s centered in their universe to the girl by his side. 

the gaze stills, leveling with her own. a slight wondering of whether it was her turn to fib awakening within him at her words ; a notion that’s quite uncommon but never unwelcomed. despite it, he chuckles heartily ; turning his attention to her, wholly. 

“is the me of today not to your enjoyment?” this one brings a furrow to his brows, a playful tone donning his words for added measure, “what could i do to make it up to you?” for if his life were to be in her hands, and the plans dealt with precise expertise, deoksu couldn’t afford to wrong her now.

⋆ ⋆ ⋆  ━━     @daldahye    、   a royal wedding celebration  ⋆

[daldeoksu]

“ it looks like you’ve had enough to drink.”

the bite of alcohol is heavy on his lips. how many has gone by -- one, two, six at this rate? he’s lost count and for good riddance ; if anyone knew just how many he’s allowed himself to succumb to, perhaps he’d no longer be here. becoming a drunken mess like the ministers howling jovially by the center of the festivities. but he keeps to the sides, makes to not be of anyone’s attention ; to be certain nothing was amiss as he drinks himself to a numbing stupor. 

but looks could be deceiving and while he had thought he had fooled the masses, he knows there’s but one who he’ll never be able to truly fool.

for, he, himself, deoksu knew, deeply, that he was a fool for none-other than her. and it showed with the way alcohol bends his will and the frustration he felt fades at the sight of her face and somehow the light brightens and a path is known. was this what love did to a man possessed? taken without a proper rationale of being?

maybe -- “it’s nothing one more can’t hurt, it is nothing you need to worry yourself with, your highness. i --” he’s never been one for keeping of appearances but there’s a part of him that remembers the way her husband’s hand had brushed her own like she was his to have and it angers him ; pushes him to perceive a life he is now forced to live by. he swallows, hard. “i’m alright, and you -- i saw that you came with your ... family.” could he ever bring himself to say husband before her knowing the man who held her vows wasn’t him?

⋆ ⋆ ⋆  ━━     @haexhyeyeon​    、   a royal wedding celebration  ⋆

[daldeoksu]

frozen in time

the day had long retired, the night lost to the festivities that were supposed to be joyful were sentimental, at best. he supposed he should retire as well, but his mind, a mess from the alcohol coaxes him away from the safe path home and towards a familiar clutch ; a red string of fate tied to his own that he’ll never quite forget. of a place where it had all began.

a place, he’s sure, shouldn’t exist in their realm any longer.

and yet, he returns to it. time and time again, watching the waters as they ripple in the wind. moved by cause and effect. he wonders what he could have done to prevent his life of now. if everything he had done was supposed to leave up to this. was he to sit, bitter and angry, at time -- of the life he was deprived of ; of a life that would never be his? of a woman he vied for with all his heart, a love he claimed he could never replace. was it time to finally let go? 

( three years later )

who was he kidding, he could never really release her from the confines of his heart, she was much too ingrained into every muscle, nerve and pulse that bled from it. it would be too painful. a pain even he couldn’t bare, was that selfish of him? perhaps.

“you’re married.” are his last words, a howl to the moon that shines beyond the riverbend. the tears, bitter in the wind, as they fall to the depths as he cries. 

⋆ ⋆ ⋆  ━━     @haexhyeyeon​    、   it’ll always be you  ⋆

[daldeoksu]

“ your smile looks a little forced.”

“does it?” 

she doesn’t lie because even deoksu knew his smile was anything but tamed ; an exaggeration of a happiness he once had for two people he knew but also didn’t. their feelings of the day were something to be speculated but that was for a different time, a time where deoksu wasn’t so preoccupied by the frustration and anger currently tormenting him as he watches the woman he loves slung around the arm of her beloved. 

a man who was not him.

it had hurt to watch but like a man possessed, he could not for the life of him look away. as if her very being had captured his gaze and never allowed him the penance of discarding it. nor did he really want to, would he ever want to – despite the pain it caused, the way his heart beat heavily in his chest and the way his whims wished to be silenced, he couldn’t be without a single glance. 

he had been without her for three years, deoksu wasn’t sure if he could do one more without one more look. “i apologize, i didn’t mean to concern you, my princess,” a slight hand of possessiveness claims him. and perhaps, he’d been staring, that much may have been clear but as most things, deoksu retires the notion with a laugh and the smile eases at the sound of her voice. he finds comfort where he shouldn’t ; hiding into a warmth he had claimed his own all those years ago only to have returned and realized, perhaps – it was no longer his to hold. “there, does this smile please you?” and the smile betrays him, like most of his emotions ; the frustration evident in his eyes, of a love he is yet ready to let go of. 

⋆ ⋆ ⋆  ━━     @haexhyeyeon​    、   a royal wedding celebration  ⋆

[haexhyeyeon-deactivated20190223]

「 a midsummer night 」

[daldeoksu]

 ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ━━  haexhyeyeon‌ 、 and his life was forever changed ⋆ 1536 .

a starter for @daldeoksu ; four years ago, the first meeting

it was a festival in town, she wanted to see it. it wasn’t long until her eighteenth birthday– haeyeon had managed to escape the castle walls in a split moment. the guards were not yet aware of her absence. it was all going well for her, all hyeyeon wanted was to watch the river flow– it wasn’t far from the castle and if she got scared or worried then she could easily get back to her quarters.

hyeyeon arrived at the river, the sun was bright– it was summer after all, her hanbok was quite warm but the cold water felt good against the skin of her hands. 

it was quite the satisfying feeling.

the day had been quite long, she thought that if anything, she deserved a break. sitting in on a day like this was not like her. right now, even doing the smallest thing– it satisfied her.

a day that deoksu wasn’t playing hooky from his studies truly wasn’t a normal day in the life of a young choi deoksu ; while books may keep his father at bay, deoksu knew he wanted less and less of literature and more of what life had to offer. it’s what takes him to the days where the sun beats down on a charming smile and carefree laughter ; smoothly felt between rumbling lips as he lips past the strangers at his tail. a promise of coming by the next day parting him from them as he turns his back and goes along his way back home.

at least, where he should have gone yet, he takes another detour. coming by a place he’s frequently more and more often these days as the days grow shorter and the air begins to chill against the humidity.

he feels his father’s qualms against his shoulders and wishes the relief the river’s water gave, eyes a determined glint of brown to see ripples made. his own, a life pursued by his own doing, done by his own hand -- to be vied for. and by the riverbed, does he go, ready to find the pebbles along the way and skip them until they kiss the horizon.

what he doesn’t expect is the girl by the edge, unsuspecting of his advances. it was almost too easy for him to lean over, lips at the shell of her ear -- voice soft and amused, “and i thought i was the only one who knew the calming effects of the water.”

[daldeoksu]

what once was that will never be

⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ━━  @haeseora 、 can never be  rewritten ⋆

“don’t overstep our boundaries. it’s not appropriate.” her words are soft and curt, enough for her to create a distance between them. that’s what she needed. enough distance to calm her racing heart. perhaps she had drank too much. she could feel the warmth crawling up her neck, encasing her in it’s fuzzy claws and creating a film over her thoughts.

but it wasn’t in her nature to create that distance and not even the alcohol in her system would give her the courage needed to do so. “i’ll keep your worries in mind.” she gives him a tightlipped smile, knowing it’s all she can offer.

it's been years and he knows he shouldn't, there's a line drawn immediately between them and he can feel the tension constrict. he shouldn't be showing such care, a consideration he no longer should be able to feel but he does because that's who he was. despite all his fickleness, his kindness knows no bounds and it's there on his sleeve for all to see. and for this instance, for seora. watching with apprehensive hues at the way she tips and the smile she dons and he knows something is wrong. years have faded them but he knows still too much, too little -- all the wrongs he's done her and he wears them brazenly because he can't ever really hide from them.

no matter what, they'd always be there.

history would always know what he did, no one better than seora. his guilt had consumed him once before and though this comes as no sentiment for repetence, he offers her his sights, although wary of crossing a line he no longer was able to tiptoe.

"i'm sorry, your highness. i was just concerned."

[daldeoksu]

“ one of these days, it’ll be your turn.”

it’s a reminder he’s heard for days since his arrival back home. it was only a matter of time before it’d be brought up again and he hates that out of all people to be telling him, it’d be the crown prince. but he calms himself, breathes in the night air as a way to relax the dull ache in his heart. the one that had started to feel heavier and heavier since his return. 

“i wouldn’t be so sure,” even though, he knows better -- has the plans to prove it cocked beneath his sleeve ; eyes looking to the shadows for the person he must meet with for all things to work out in the end. there may be no happy endings, but if one door closes -- could he also push one open? would this be the only way for him --

“i’m sure your day will come sooner than mine.” he says after a moment, a proposed thought that comes between lips that are far more charming than they should be. a light phase of amusement running along his smile, “has there been anyone who’s caught your eye since my return, my prince?” 

⋆ ⋆ ⋆  ━━     @haeyijin    、   a royal wedding celebration  ⋆

[daldeoksu]

“ it looks like you’ve had enough to drink.”

he knows, he can feel the way the liquor twists within his blood. it relaxes him, drains him of the tension that had coaxed its way into his veins when he had caught sight of her with him and it had angered him to the core. easily so that he had sought immediate refuge in the only thing he knew could calm him and with hyeon no where in sight, he knew there would be no other choice to be had to keep his sanity if not for the alcoholic devil that ran along his fingertips.

tipped back between lips that smirk at the words said, he knows them well -- has heard them every other way these days but never do they tire. 

“perhaps,” teeth reveal, the tongue burns darkly against clear liquid; feels the way it incinerates the length of his throat as it descends down, down, down. but he makes no move to pacify it, instead reaching for another bottle to pour his glass. “but what’s the harm of one more?” he looks to her, hand still raised with the bottle grasped, an unsaid proposal at his lips. 

⋆ ⋆ ⋆  ━━     @dalxmishil​    、   a royal wedding celebration  ⋆

[haedalkrp]

                         …      ━━━     A ROYAL WEDDING SENTENCE PROMPTS     ━━━      …

                                 ・    ・                                                             ・    ・ THESE ARE THE INBOX PROMPTS  for our first royal wedding event! remember your rp karma: try to send as many out as you receive. if necessary, make sure to change pronouns to fit the muse in mind.  these can be used as starters, or just as drabbles - it’s up to you! these will be available to reblog until the end of our event on january 15th.  have fun!

“ i wish i knew you earlier.” “ i heard the princess opposed .. the poor groom.” “ i would look a little happier if i were you.” “ i think i’ll need more wine to get through this.” “ love isn’t all too important, not to us.” “ just the two of us at sunset.” “ will she come to love him, do you think?” “ he deserved better than this.” “ i want to choose you.” “ it looks like you’ve had enough to drink.” “ i need to be somewhere else.” “ don’t you believe there’s someone for everyone?” “ that’s not the way a marriage works.” “ i was so enjoying the silence.” “ she doesn’t look ready for the marriage bed.” “ you look beautiful.” “ your smile looks a little forced.” “ they don’t look very good together, do they?” “ i feel like a child in clothes far too big for me.” “ well? how do i look?” “ one of these days, it’ll be your turn.” “ i wish he would ask for my hand already.” “ would you like to sit with me?” “ no .. i don’t need more time.” “ i have something i’d like to get off my chest.”

[daldeoksu]

this isn’t the worst

of all the places, of all the things deoksu could have been doing, this was definitely not at the top of that list. banding together with men of equal ( or to put it frankly, of more ) caliber than he, was definitely not a day made in deoksu’s book. neither would books be involved but he soon realizes, coming back home, everything returns back to the way it was: like the way that nothing in his life is in his control but in the hands of one self-righteous left minister who would rather see his son bloodied and haggard than safe at home, resting. 

oh family, you got to love them!

a thought that clings to his mind half-heartedly as hands take the reins of his stead haphazardly. the bow is slung across his chest, arrows untouched as he feigns interest in today’s game. sure, competition was something to be enjoyed -- especially if it was friendly but having just returned from a field that was a little less friendly and all the more hostile, and if it had been any other time, deoksu would have been all for tossing back the reigns and celebrating camaraderie but alas, it is what it is. 

he’s unsuspecting, practically a sitting duck in the middle of the forest -- with little hopes, deoksu prays, as he’s lost in his thoughts, an arrow doesn’t come straight through his thick skull. ( dying outside of war would only add salt to his metaphorical wounds )

⋆ ⋆ ⋆  ━━     @dalhyeonn​    、   of all the stupid things  ⋆

[daldeoksu]

goodnight, my angel

as much as the war can change a person, deoksu makes a promise to not let the ways of battle and heart-wrenching bloodshed do that to him. even if, deep down, he knows it has. he’ll still go by his home, arms wrapped around his family with a healthy smile because in truth, he’s missed them. missed them a whole lot to a point that after years, he had a ghost of a thought that he’d never see them -- see her -- ever again. 

yet, the years had passed and he returns home from duty: all intact. arms, legs and smile in place. everything choi deoksu had been before the war, all back together again. and the chance to come back is an opportunity not to be wasted and in his haste, he comes home past sunset as reds and titian swirls color the sky. everything in the same place he had left it, but also, very different.

unlike many others, deoksu returns home unscathed. he knows this isn’t the man his father wishes to see. somehow certain that the choi elder would have much preferred a plaque in his stead but he comes home, welcomed by arms that are much too warm to be the father he had known all those years ago -- the pain at his cheek a friendly reminder whenever he needed it -- but he says nothing, does nothing except take what has been given with his own, more familiar approach: what deoksu had always done, time and time again. taking it with a smile and a hearty laugh that he knows his father wishes was deeper, less carefree. 

he takes it because he’s finally home, and the welcome was more than well-appreciated. 

⋆ ⋆ ⋆  ━━     @dalxdeokhye​    、   i promised i would never leave you  ⋆

[daldeoksu]

hello again, beautiful people ! i’m unfortunately not new as i have another chara ( little miss @dalruihan ) but this time i’m here ( bc i got impatient and couldn’t wait until after the holidays like a dumbo ) with fresh from war and here for a limited time only ( i’m kidding he rly just tryna not go back to battle istg ), choi deoksu! please like that lil’ heart button and i’ll come to you for plots !

EDIT ! he’s also part of team two for the current event so : ))) if anyone wants to plot for that !!!

as always, under the cut are some cool cat facts about this guy who’s definitely ready to roll on out --

twenty-five, born as the first-born and only son of left minister choi

so y’know as the only son shoulders most of the burdens that first born sons ( and only sons ) carry and he absolutely hates it

has a cute little sister @dalxdeokhye that he absolutely loves and will be hell-bent to make sure she’s always happy

before he left for war ( three years ago ) he was absolutely carefree, one of the boys who fucked around; in school, with people, the likes -- did everything in his power to be everything his father didn’t want him to be 

but there comes a point where you just have to give in because you’d done everything to disappoint your father and reality just Loves to hit you in the face ( aka exactly what his father did ) and turn your world upside down

his father literally bricked him and was like grow up and lo and behold, deoksu listened to him because he saw how much of a f*ck up he became and he wanted to prove that he could be better, do better ( to be able to deserve the girl he loved and to finally become something his father would look up to and also he couldn’t let his sister down either rip bc deoksu u rly a fuck up idk how you can live )

so, you’d think the war would change that way about him but you’re wrong

what really changed him was a girl and that girl changed everything for him

aka the way he saw the sky, the sun, his family, just everything

it’s a real life or death kind of thing; like he really is in love with her ( present-tense bc he’s still in love with her ; she’s the one who got him through the war lbr )

he definitely did not have a knack for battle or war but having a father with High connections gets you places aka lbr how he got his general position so suddenly and why he was able to finally come home after three years

comes home and finds out the love of his life is married, with a baby and he thinks doesn’t love him anymore so rip deoksu about to go on a benders

also to answer the question once more -- he’s a player bc he’s hellbent on getting his love back ... even tho she’s married .... and has a kid .... 

but : ))))) 

aka someone come knock some Sense into deoksu bc he’s a headass .... icb

this was a mess of facts but i swear deoksu is nice and rowdy and he loves jokes and people, an extreme extrovert unlike @dalruihan so please plot with him !!! he’d love friends and genuine people to tell him when he’s fucked up so badly that he needs to clean up his act. JUST PEOPLE PLS !!1! we need ‘em. also need people to tell him to stop crying over a girl he’ll never be able to get bc she’s a ) married b ) has kids c ) royalty d ) entirely,,,,, fuckerly,,,, out,,, of,,, his,,, LEAGUE