「 i n t r e p i d 」

ᴅᴜɴᴇ, 21, ᴀʀᴍᴇᴅ ʀᴏʙʙᴇʀ. master degree at pickpocketing. bachelor degree at armed robbery. ▪︎ full-time joker | part-time optimist 💰| 💰 | 💰 | 💰 | 💰

[milougoestothefactory-deactivat]

[queenlouisxxvi]

me on a date

[tanimola]

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the wind rises - 2013

[dorobae-blog]

"Do you ever just wake up at night, light up a cigarette and sit on the edge of the bed, smoking and thinking-- realizing how empty your life feels, how you haven't accomplished anything? Because I do."

It was unusual, denser and more intimate in the air between them compared to the regular lighthearted disses lurched off their tongue. His tongue feels like cotton when he finds his voice in the flex of his diaphragm, hidden and hesitant as the words clash and repel through the intrigued nerves. For a moment, he wonders. The likelihood of the elder playing a twisted joke on him is vivid in his mind –it doesn’t seem unlikely, not when the exchange of their context tiptoe along the lines of formality and bitterness. In a split moment, Dune parts the pursed seam of his lips to mock a characteristic joke, a defense mechanism which steps in whenever a situation screams unfamiliar within his system. But he stops.

Something in the defeated fix of Sehun’s composure and the downward curve of his mouth taste genuine, heartfelt. Instead, he tongues the corner of his parched lips to sugarcoat his words.

“Who hasn’t? I mean, minus the cigarette part because I still think that 2,500 ₩ is awfully expensive for a package of death and it can come by free and faster if you jump off a building but uh, the ‘being a failure in this life’ part is something everyone can sympathise with. I don’t think you need to worry much though, sugar muffin. You’re a success on legs.”

[cleoptara-blog]

The coldness that laced his voice the first moment she had pointed out about the spill was gone the next second he had turned to face her. It scared her how quickly it changed but she was not fazed by his words. Her lips tugged up in a distorted smile, forcing it on her lips as she took a small step back. “Oh, uh, I thought you didn’t. You looked like it didn’t bother you when I pointed it out.”

[dorobae-blog]

Now that his gaze fell comfortably upon the stranger’s complexion to take in the feminine slope of her features, the lithe slope of her silhouette, Dune shuffled his weight from one foot to the other with a brief glance down at his stained shoe. The burglar carried his head high afterwards; it was a matter of experience by now to know the tiniest bit of soil was a hinder to his eye, chaos to his mind. He elbowed the urge to towel the soil wet and clean under his sloped, easy going grin. Now was not the time for his sterility and orderliness manias to slip free through the fissures of a first meeting. “I can take pride in being the quite actor then. I don’t think I heard your name yet though, an artist should know the name of their muse at first sight.”

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. this is my territory .

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Kyungsoo rolls his eyes. This guy is absurd – barging into his car, taking up so much of his time, invading his personal space, and he has the audacity to take it out on him and poor Snowball! His fingers massage the cat’s back slowly in soothing motions to calm her down from the scare earlier. He’s secretly elated that she managed to get revenge on his behalf, but he sure as hell wasn’t stupid enough to say that out loud. The guy had a gun, and he’s not going to risk anything. 

“She’s sterilised and she’s had all her vaccinations, so don’t get your knickers in a twist, gramps.” The guy clearly had issues with hygiene. He isn’t the first person Kyungsoo has met with this problem, but it was amusing now that he’s watching the male’s reactions. Kyungsoo is calmer now, or rather, he’s just resigned to the fact that the situation he’s facing now is very real and there’s really no other way out but to follow the guy’s instructions. 

He hisses at the nickname and shakes his head. “Don’t call me that, you di–,” He pauses and trains his eyes on the road as he drives, accelerating when told to do so. “Dick head,” Kyungsoo mutters softly to himself as he looks out for any signs that could help make all that navigation easier for him. 

“Am I supposed to drop you off on the highway? Because that sounds like an awfully good plan to me!” A hand moves to the radio and he switches the station to something playing the latest pop songs. A bubblegum pop song is playing now and he half expects that the stranger would be pissed off enough to do something about it, but he keeps quiet, silently waiting for any reaction. 

It’s not like him, though, to ignore anyone who might be in need of some help, the intruder beside him included. Kyungsoo would feel a lot more apologetic if it were an innocent person that Snowball had harmed, but this is a criminal he’s talking about, so he’s much less guilty than he should be. Nonetheless, he makes a point to check for he doesn’t want his weak conscience to bug him later. Turning to look at the young male briefly, he asks, “How’s your hand?” 

[dorobae-blog]

Dune’s half way done with the alphabetic order of CDs when he spots a signboard hung above with a white caption announcing ‘Expressway No.15’. He scrambles forward in his seat with his battered hand flattened over the top of compartment –forgotten in the midst of his adrenaline rush pounding against his ears, covert underside the froth of unease. He tells himself the good old tale of ‘everything’s going to be alright’, it’s not his first time of aborting a mission after getting caught red-handed but his mind digs up the fact that it is a first time hopping into the first car nearby for a unpredicted, unknown journey.

“Wait, fuck— did they sign say Mokpo? Please don’t be Mok—are we taking the opposite direction?! Shit.” Seated upright, the burglar whips his head around to glance back over his shoulder –briefly taking notice of the feline stretched comfortably across the backseat. The line of dual carriageways stretched smooth under the wheels of cars, long and unblemished. Under different conditions, in a world far away and alternate, he could imagine himself on a road trip on this highway. The window would be cracked open a bit, the wind would be as free as him across his hair and maybe, perhaps there would be someone seated beside him sharing something deeper than a hyped pop song on the stereo.  The reality weighs heavy.

“It does something funny to my stomach that you got some manicured claws there, doll face but seems like you’re not getting rid of me anytime soon. We’re on the wrong direction, your cat just ripped a good amount of my precious hand which I value and brag about regularly and I’m hungry,” Dune concludes as his figure slumps into the seat with a groan, his hands shoving the last bit of CDs back into their position in a precise arrangement. His lips quirk into a half-mouthed grin across his face while observing the result of his meticulous work, finally averting his attention towards the youthful-looking driver beside.

“My hand’s a battle survivor. I take it as you’re treating me to make up for it so what are we eating? I’m feeling bibim guksu.”

[mydraco]

[dorobae-blog]

fuck I’m tired (listen)

summer is not great for everyone. whatever you’re feeling, it’s important. you’re important. don’t forget that.

emotional songs. when you feel like a fucking mess and you never want to get out of bed.

but I’ll be okay.. (listen)

when you have had a bad day, week, year or life - but it took a little turn. from sad to still sad, but okay. it’s all gonna be okay. (for you when it’s not totally okay but it’s on its way.)

calm and soothing songs, with a lot of sadness but they have that glimpse of hope in them.

[nox-no-aware]

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“Dune, you saw me in my underwear. Remember that day you brought me ice cream? Did I look as if I were wearing damn panties?” his expression went back to blank, serious and rather irritated with the younger male’s words and the way he kept making fun of Sehun. Dune really enjoyed that, didn’t he? Though the businessman had nothing to prove his friend, he had nothing to prove anyone. If they assumed he owned a panties collection or wore pink underwear for that matter, so be it, he didn’t care.

“I’d rather you not be my soufflè. Really now, you do not mix them.. right. You get close to people and stab them behind their backs. I love your ways, Dune.” pinching the bridge of his nose, the taller male shook his head in disbelief in the latter’s direction, still feeling disgusted over how Dune wanted his money not long ago. Sehun, as always, gave people various chances, he couldn’t bring himself to hate anyone (not much, at least) – even if someone hurt him, he would give them another chance, and perhaps a third one too, it all depended on the person and the gravity of what they did. Dune did offend him, hurt him, was he only that for the younger, just money? If that was the case, he didn’t want Dune to stick around him, he didn’t want the younger to betray him again. Why steal when you claimed you had enough money?

“Well, there’s nothing I don’t expect from you, no offense, you seem like the type to do just anything to get what he wants… but I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt. I’d rather have you stab me, literally, than try making a move on me. Disgusting.”

[dorobae-blog]

In front of him, Sehun’s peeved retort roared on the shore of Dune’s spirit –tugging tiny sands of his patience along when the waves curved foamy and big. The anecdote of a hot, summer day with a pair of popsicles wasn’t even blurred yet in the back of his mind, it was a clear image with the taste of artificial fruits strong on his tongue. Somewhere in between the blink of his eye and the snug quarters of his cerebrum, he could see pale limbs stretched long and smooth in revealing boxers. “How do you know –maybe that’s an image I’ve been trying to get out of my mind? Would it make your hand have a go at your wallet to dig out some therapist fee if I tell you I’m considering professional help? I’ve been assaulted, visually.”

The citation of the past events took a toll on the burglar’s conceited face –resolving in the stretch of his lips as an uncomfortable grimace. He had the decency to look ashamed for a split second all over again, his habit of toying with the bony frame his wrist surfacing on the wavy coast of his personality. His shameless alter ego drowned it beneath. His smile still looked out of place and forced when he faced the latter but his voice carried the casual lilt of his ego.

“You’re never gonna let go of that one, are you? Have you seen me getting my fingers anywhere around your pants these days –not that I mean it in any sexual context or not that you can ever catch me when I’m on the job but I’ve been behaving. Coming from me, you gotta interpret it as a positive development, no?”

[cleoptara-blog]

“I’m not sure if you’re aware but…” She motions over to the male’s shoes, gnawing at her lip gently. “I think something spilled there. Coffee, maybe?”

[dorobae-blog]

“Oh, believe me.” His respond ricochets brusque although it’s not purposely directed at the stranger but towards the very much inanimate, unhearing liquid latched onto his Santone leather cap toe oxfords. The tic between the track of his brows lift when his gaze falls upon the feminine features of the other however, the sour timbre of his voice wilting. “I am aware. Can’t say I am that dissatisfied with it now that it got the attention of such a pretty one though, I had no chance with my face alone.”

[ethereal-baek]

because his hands deserve an appreciation post on its own

[rsvmption-archived]

—– yongguk wasn’t the most sociable guy, nor even the most friendly one —— he was actually pretty quiet and serious, but he tried being a nice man. he tried making friends and keeping them for as long as possible, even if it was a big deal for him. but anyways, he would always try. ❝ Don’t worry—- I’m not the best one at it too. ❞ he chuckled and brought one of his hands up to cover his lips. ❝ It’s a pleasure to meet you too, I’m Yongguk. ❞ 

[dorobae-blog]

There was laughter brewing in the hollow space of Dune’s ribcage –below the conduit of ambiguity and gaucherie in which his body felt fresh out of water on the shore. He was swept away from his natural habitation of indifference and dishonesty. It was ironic –funny even when he recalled the fact that his closest experience with socializing was watching over the flat screen in his living room, a scene of the wild flashing on the TV as animals toyed around mingling within a pack. He doubted nuzzling close and sniffing the stranger would help in this scenario though. “Pleasure’s all mine, uh, Yongguk? Seems like we’re all newbies in this, let’s hope it doesn’t end up a massive disaster on page 3 in newspapers tomorrow. They should have ‘L’ signs for the ones of our kind, like the ones who’re learners in driving.”

[lunaldo-blog]

[ text ] oh, i understand. It’s a joke. my korean is not very good.. do people not get mad at you? because I think I would get mad.

[ text ] stealing is not a nice thing to do, unless you do it like robin hood and steal from those who have doorknobs in abundance to give doorknobs to those who don’t have any. (:

[dorobae-blog]

[ text to ➤ Unknown ]: ….I have to say that I don’t even try that hard when it comes to angering people, i’m naturally gifted. 😏

[ text to ➤ Unknown ]: i gotta admit that it’s some fairytale material you got there, i can see kids having the ambition of becoming a doorknob robin hood when they grow up. their motto can even be ‘knock, knock. who’s there? JUSTICE’ all credits belong to you. 

[jinzuu-blog]

She wasn’t sure if the way her eyes would glance at the back of the stranger’s back would raised any suspicious from the (what she imagines to be) a man in a black suit with his face covered, probably with a suit case as well. Her face immediately turns forward at the voice beside her, but still couldn’t help the fact that her face couldn’t seem to stay still, her eyes sharply analysing the scene around them. She was so ready to just kick her shoes away and run for her life, but it would seemed too overboard as the male doesn’t seemed like he’s in debt or anything judging from his appearance alone. Nevertheless, Sojin couldn’t help but laughed at her seemingly crazy thoughts. Raising her head up at the stranger’s voice, she dipped her head back down, cheeks reddening at the unexpected statement, causing her lips to pursed together in embarrassment. “Yah!” She whacked his shoulder hard with her purse, “You could’ve.. warned me first. I was scared to death! You totally own me one— Dune, is it?”

[dorobae-blog]

Rick Owens leather boots drummed only light clunks against the concrete as Dune skipped between his steps to catch up, in between his hustled lie and clumsy reasoning. It was only a few a cough from his throat and a hasty glimpse in the direction of the female later, their pace slowed –the burglar visibly relieved to fall into a casual stride with the stranger. Under the bright light of day, a pale flush fluttered under the youthful skin beside him –embarrassment smelled warm and homely like rain on the soil. He welcomed it with an appreciative smile; a dimple was hidden under the stretch of his thin-lined lips.  “What fun would it be if I warn you before a disaster, count this as a fire drill –you totally survived the disaster in one piece through wise, skillful lying. I applaud, a part of me is in love.” A short nod followed the suit, a hum tickly on the tip of his tongue before lurching around syllables. “That or you can always call me cringe-worthy, overly sweet couple nicknames. Is it too early for that?!”

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Their relationship was based off this, being rude to each other– sometimes, it felt like a game to Sehun, a game played between them both. The bigger jerk won, obviously, and he wasn’t the winner, not always. Wasn’t it enough that Dune called him a twink, assumed he was gay and all, now he was accusing Sehun of owning a panties collection.. how ridiculous. “If men wearing panties is one of your fetishes, it isn’t mine, I assure you.” But sadly, the merman couldn’t hide the blush covering his pale, freckled cheeks. It was ridiculous, how easily people could actually get him frustrated with.. nothing, really, it wasn’t something to even feel embarrassed over since he didn’t own such items, but Dune seemed to know better.

“I have no panties collection. Surprise them with what, Dune? Your.. skills to steal?” He knew the younger wouldn’t feel offended, not the slightest, Dune felt proud of himself, didn’t he? He’s probably stolen a lot of people and didn’t get caught yet.. how sad, Sehun would pay to see the other in jail, even if it was for a day. A soft sigh passed his thin pair of lips, arms crossed over his chest, the blush finally disappearing. “I wonder, did you lure rich people in bed, too? Made them moan their pin codes?” I wouldn’t be surprised.

[dorobae-blog]

It took two to tango. Between constant snap of comebacks and halfhearted disses, Dune was used to the practiced steps to forward or backwards very much like a fervid dance –sometimes withdrawing to anticipate for the precise moment to pounce back, sometimes taking the initiative to push the buttons of the elder. Entertaining it was, to view the shuffle of emotions across the latter’s otherwise detached countenance once his jabs take a dib at his patience.

“You know what they say,” the Zainichi Korean mumbled around a mouthful mischief. “Until I see it with my own pair of trustworthy eyes, nothing is proven right. You do own that collection in my book till the day you decide to waltz around in your masculine undergarments to refute my theories.”

It was not hard the overlook the flush of pale pink laving underneath the freckled cheeks of the other –the endearing reaction towards the brief mention of obscenity never failed to take a toll upon his appearance with a crystal clear clout. Dune paused at the suggestive comment however, the overconfident stretch of a smile stiffening to slip around the brims when a grimace crawls close instead. “Why would I tell you the surprising things about me –that’s like giving you a busted chocolate soufflé. You gotta serve it hot and smooth, the shock comes along when you dig in. I can be that chocolate soufflé for you, metaphorically and literally. I’m going to ignore the bit about you underestimating my business ethics to actually think that one. I don’t mix what’s purely business and physical. That’s way too amateur for my standards, excuse you.”

[shyshounen]

[m1lks]

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[perverie]

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. this is my territory .

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It’s when the felon speaks that Kyungsoo gets a good look at his face and whoa, there is no way that he could be older than Kyungsoo. The man had the face of a high school student! The words coming out of his mouth, however, indicated the exact opposite. He sounded serious with his threats, sounds as if he’d really shoot if he didn’t get his way today. He freezes, shoulders tensing immediately at the touch of the gun on his chest and he knows the other male can feel how frantically his heart is beating.

They say there’s a first for everything, but this is one first Kyungsoo would rather have passed. In no way, during his preparations for his trip, had he imagined that he would get caught in such a precarious situation. Mouth dry, he nods slowly and replies with a meek ‘yes’. He’s afraid to even move, but he turns his head instantly when he hears the cat screeching. She’s afraid, that’s for sure, and he unabashedly brings a hand up to push the male’s arm down – which, in retrospect, seemed like a terrible idea, but Snowball mattered to him more than anything at the time – to reach behind to grab the cat, carrying her to the front.

Kyungsoo should have anticipated what happened next, but it misses him completely. The cat, clearly annoyed and antagonised by the presence of the armed man, attempts to jump right out of Kyungsoo’s arms to reach the other male. He manages to hold her back, but not before he gives the other male a scratch on his hand. It’s shouldn’t be too deep, Kyungsoo thinks, since he had just clipped her claws two days ago, but there is blood trickling from the wound nonetheless. “Shit, um– I am so sorry– No wait, I am not but uh,” He opens the glove compartment and grabs his first aid kit out (first rule of every road trip: be prepared). 

He takes out the antibacterial spray and sprays it over the wound before taking a roll of bandages and gauze, handing them to the male. It’s not that he doesn’t want to finish up, but he’d much rather make a move now in case the cops are still lurking around. “I assume you would know how to bandage a wound, given uh–” He gestures to the male and his get-up, “Whatever it is that you do. We should make a move now. I would apologise for the scratch but I guess you had it coming, for scaring a cat like that. Besides, it’s enough payback for taking me hostage.” He’s unsure where this sudden burst of insolence came from, but it feels good talking back to the felon without any consequence (hopefully). Remembering the gun, he has no other option but to carry on driving forward. He has no idea of where he’s going, but he values his life a lot and keeps on driving anyway, before turning to ask. “Is there anywhere at all you’re headed to? Because I really have no idea where we are.”

[dorobae-blog]

Sweat is a second skin around his adrenaline-packed body. With his spine lurched forward to take in the lapsing notions of streets and blurred samaritans, Dune has the urge to jump out of his own skin with the crisps of dirt and possible germs tucked in his clothing. Instead he opts for the company of a song in quest of pastime. His fingers fiddle along the controls with no specific order, pressing and testing until the wispy booms of a song diverge into the packed space of the vehicle and drum a light thunder underneath his shoes.

He almost leaps out of his seat when something –a ball of pale fur shrieks behind him, his reflexes still hooked over the edge of his nerves to fight or flight. It’s somewhat comical how similar he must be looking from outside to the scurried cat in stranger’s hands; skin tight around his limbs, ready to move, trash, escape when danger tiptoes close. He makes to whip his gun in the direction of the movement, but once his hand rises in the air, the skin across his knuckles is pawed and torn with the first glimpses of blood beneath.

“Fucking hell—,” it’s raw emotions, bitter on his tongue after a terrible day with terrible turn of events and terrible luck. Anger digs the animalistic wrath within his chest, his body almost leaping forward to catch the scared cat for god knows why but his senses dawn heavy and solid in the back of his mind at the last moment. Catching himself in the midst of an emotional explosion, he sinks into his car seat to reflect on the options in hand all the while mumbling light curses under his breath. “Fuck, fucking shit! What kind of demon are you even feeding? You better tell me it has the health certificate of Queen Elizabeth or something because I don’t do well with germs. Believe me, I have a lot of good reasons to dump your corpse in some backstreet and you don’t need ‘giving me rabies’ as another reason.”

Dozen of scenarios about scattering germs into his bloodstream sweep out into their full width across his brain; the image of blue blobs of bacteria against red is oddly similar to those informative videos shown in health classes. It’s soon sidetracked however when the glove compartment clicks open and his compulsive obsessive disorder convulses then bemoans at the disordered row of CD covers. To be fair, he tries to sit back, he genuinely does while wordlessly palming the offered bandages to fix his full attention towards his possibly infected wound. There’s a habitual fluency between the twist of his fingers while fastening the bandage around his hand hastily, his gaze still fixed upon the peeking disarray in the glove compartment with an itch to reach out.

“It might come as a surprise to you, doll face, but I’m not from around here.” His urge itches, itches and itches like a freshly bitten mosquito bite until his resolve cracks –and suddenly he’s leaning forward to pull the compartment open wider. With a thirsty rush, he empties the entire space with a pile of CDs on top of his lap to list them in an alphabetical order and back into the cramped space with a neat order. “I just know that there’s a Highway 42 ahead to Seohaean so for now, just ride straight and fast. You might have noticed already but I’m good with spontaneity. We’ll see.”