—— miscreant.

[ckjihye]

YOU HAVE MY WHOLEASS HEART { xx }

    ❛ y o u   ——   [ @gunwco​ ]

        i have spent hours contemplating     the words to say to you,         but NO combination     of twenty-six different letters         could ever accurately capture     even a sliver of what this feeling is. ❜

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[gunwco]

okrvan‌:

         —〈 ☾ 〉 lips pout in thought before they shake their head, ❝ i don’t think i’m all that confrontational, it’s just been a long day and i’m tired. as much as i love what i do and the people i work with, it—and them—can be exhausting on occasion. ❞ it’s a fib … well, partly. they do enjoy what they do ( it was their childhood dream ), but they don’t care for others. they never have; not after her, anyway. ❝ okay, well, this conversation is pointless. ❞ it’s a statement they say, primarily to themselves, before raising a brow. was this guy serious ? their eyes flutter shut for a moment, a deep breath inhaled through their nose before exhaling it through their mouth. their eyes open as they respond, ❝ if it gets us inside so i can put my own heavy shit down, whatever. ❞

                             ryan takes the case from the other, displeasure evident all throughout their body language when they gesture towards the door. ❝ i don’t have all day, kid, hop to it. ❞ they shift their weight to the other leg, ❝ also, just know that you owe me one. unless i like you, i’m not one to do things for free. which means, the next time i come to you for a favor, you aren’t allowed to say no. deal ? ❞ the actor smiles, one that looks surprisingly genuine ( they’re finally beginning to grow comfortable in their new role ), ❝ deal. glad we were able to come to an understanding; maybe we’ll get along after all. ❞

     gunwoo’s face is embellished with a victorious grin once the other helps him dispose of some extra weight by accepting the case and as soon as it’s off his hands, he grabs his personal belongings on the way inside the house. the musician can’t help but curse at himself internally for bringing so many things, but he’s sentimental —— and, well, a bit of a hoarder as well. at least he has someone helping him now, even if it’s slightly against their will, but hey, if that’s not the best opportunity to make new friends, then what is? 

     he puts a halt to his steps for a moment to turn around and face the actor, taking their suggestion into consideration ( it’s more of an order, but it’s fair enough in this case ). a part of him is provoked to disagree because of his own free will, but he finds himself shrugging his shoulders and offering a curt nod. he’s not sure if he can trust them with favors, but he’s willing to accept whatever life throws at him at the moment. “ deal, ” he agrees, pushing the door with his hips and brings everything inside as he’s holding the door open for ryan with his foot. “ why are you here anyway? ” he inquires, making sure to maintain that nonchalant yet friendly tint of his voice. gunwoo looks around, evidently amazed by the size and interior of the house, with his attention veered from the person behind him, though he’s still anticipating the answer. “ aren’t you, like, busy with schedules or something? ”

[gunwco]

ckjihye‌:

— 《 ❀ 》 pure bliss is evident on the female’s visage as she looks on to the ‘friend’ beside her, bathed in seoul’s golden hour. right now, she’s forgotten their surroundings ( including the cameramen following behind the pair ) and allowed herself to get lost in gunwoo’s profile. her eyes soon fall downcast, glee pouring from her lips in the form of a soft giggle. ❛ ah,” her attention is brought back to the other, ❛ maybe we should get to the fun first, have a snack or two throughout, and do dinner afterwards ? ❜ because if we do that, i’ll get more time with you. the latter half of her words are swallowed before her body comes to a halt, a brow raised in confusion. ❛ wha— ❜ her words are cut off by the sudden weight atop her shoulders.

                   ❛ aw ! ❜ she coos, pushing her arms through before wrapping herself around his bicep to pull them closer to one another so she can plant a kiss upon his cheek, ❛ you’re far too good to me, lovebug, thank you. ❜ while her heart is doing somersaults in her chest, she does her best to hide the flush of her cheeks by continuing their journey through the park. ❛ oh, i forgot to mention … if you start to get chilled, promise to let me know so i can give this back to you; i can buy myself one or something if that happens, okay ? your health is important and i don’t want you to get sick either. ❜ jihye brings her hues to the other’s, her feet automatically falling in rhythm with gunwoo’s. ❛ anyway, should we go on a ride or should i show you my skills and win you a gift of your choice ? i’ll have you know that i’ve been working on my game since the last time you saw me. ❜ she lifts up one arm and flexes, ❛ see ? i can win you anything with these babies. ❜

     just friends don’t go on dates. they don’t act like newlyweds. just friends don’t become so domestic that people begin to find it difficult to accept the fact that they’re not together. gunwoo sees it in their eyes, tinted with disbelief, in their mouths, molded in the shape of an o, and even in their eyebrows, narrowed in confusion. maybe it’s selfish, but he doesn’t bother to correct them anymore —— even if it’s not true, he doesn’t mind illustrating themselves as something more than platonic partners in alternate minds. truthfully, he can see where people get rather perplexed about this information; they exhibit much more publicly displayed affection than certain couples and they’ve never been ones to shy away from that. it’s his guilty pleasure, but it eats him away, too, because he believes that all it is is strictly platonic.

     the musician sends her a look that can only be described as overly fond as they continue going down the path, surrounded by various attractions. he’s never been to an amusement park; his father never took him there as a child and growing up, his own amusement park was different locations he could break into. sure, he could’ve done it in the past couple years, but, truth be told, he wanted to go there with someone special ( there’s no one else under that category besides jihye ), and so, the excitement adorning his face right now seems fitting. “ don’t worry about it, ” he responds, appreciating the girl’s concerns, but he’ll always put her first. it’s just the way it’s worked since the first day he met her. “ alright, alright, i’m absolutely certain you can, but let’s go on a ride first. ” his laughter reverberates as he wraps his left arm around her shoulder, the right hand clutching the other shoulder. with a gentle nudge & a push, he attempts to divert her onto a different track to reach one of their first attractions. “ come on, horror house is a must. ”

[gunwco]

okrvan‌:

          —〈 ☾ 〉 annoyance coats their visage and, though their expression should soften when the camera is noticed … it doesn’t.  they’re much too tired. ❝ why would i be kicked out for letting you know that your ass is in the way ? ❞ they blink once, then twice. clearly confused by the statement offered by the other, ❝ i mean, if i were swinging or, i don’t know, taking a chunk outta you or something then i could understand, but … ❞ the latter part of their sentence causes an image to play in their mind which elicits a brief chortle. their eyes follow the other as he moves out of the way, a curt nod offered. ❝ see, that wasn’t so difficult, was it ? ❞ ryan takes a few steps forward, yet stops when they’re standing even with him, head turning to focus their attention on the one their words are directed towards. ❝ but how long do you plan on standing out here ? if everyone else has arrived and they’re waiting for everyone to get here before moving forward with something, you’ll be keeping them. ❞ their chin is raised to the phone in his hand,  ❝ you can still do all that inside, you know, and you’ll have even more to film and talk about. i’m sure they’re dying to know what it looks like in there — including where you’ll be sleeping. ❞ ryan shrugs, ❝ or that’s what my fans would be interested in, anyway, but you do you —— so long as you’re out of the way when you do it. ❞

     he watches them curiously, interest piqued by the other’s words and attitude. gunwoo can already tell that they’re definitely not going to be the peacemaker of the house just based on the tone of their voice and the sharp, almost pungent taste to their speech, but it doesn’t throw him off at all. the musician recognizes the face — of course, he does, he doesn’t live under a cave — thus finding it rather funny how they’re the living proof of how actors can really be different on and off the screen. he doesn’t comment on it, though.

     “ you seem the confrontational type. just saying, ” he retorts, holding his hands up in the air as if he’s in defense mode, but that slight smile on his face indicates that he’s far from being worried. he takes cognizance of the fact that the actor talks quite a lot for someone who looks so aloof, even if it’s not in the most decent approach, and he realizes that he can really learn a lot about a person based on the first impression. “ we’re only a little bit late. i’m pretty sure everyone is still in their rooms. ” how hilarious would it be if they both ended up in the same room, though? “  but since you’re in such a rush, would you consider lending me a hand then? or, well, a shoulder. ” he shoots the mountain of his luggage a look as he brings up his guitar case closer to the other. okay, fine — he might be playing around a little, but he does need some help.

[gunwco]

@ckjihye

     a potent fragrance of popcorn wades through the air as gunwoo and jihye are diving through different spots of the amusement park, the variety being too broad for them to choose one. they’re out at a rather late time, but it’s perfect for such activities —— when the time comes to ride the ferris wheel, they’ll be illuminated by the resplendent glow of the stars hanging right above their heads. but until then, they have so much to navigate and explore that gunwoo starts doubting if they’ll even get to experience everything in the same night. well, seems like they’ll just have to get back again another time.

     “ okay. do you want to get something to eat first or get straight to the fun? ” his eyes are glistening as they’re carefully scanning the map he’s clutching in his hands, keeping his close distance to the other. the boy stuffs it into his pocket once he’s done inspecting it and shifts his gaze back to jihye, offering a bright yet humble smile. “ wait. ” he pauses, shrugging his jean jacket off his shoulders to clothe jihye’s, making sure she’s basking in warmth before they can move on. “ i don’t want to have to wipe your runny nose and feed you with chicken soup later. ”

[gunwco]

okrvan‌:

           —〈 ☾ 〉 buds rest in his ears, loud  M U S I C  flowing through them as their head droops. they’re not sleeping, but it’s taking every ounce of self-control to keep themselves from ripping apart the camera pointed at him inside the van production sent to the airport for pick up. despite their profession, and the normal buzz surrounding them, ryan hated the attention — what he loved was the power. yet ( especially now ), the actor was forced to keep up appearances, so his eyes stay shut until there’s a tap on his knee. they jerk away, body immediately beginning to bow at the unlucky staff member who invaded their personal space, but stops himself before anything is noticed. hopefully. ❝ thanks, or whatever. ❞ they call over their shoulder once armed with what luggage they brought.

                                their footsteps to the front doors are heavy. hesitant. maybe this was a bad idea ? too late now; his agency had already given him an ultimatum. this was something he couldn’t risk — how else would he get revenge for his departed first love ? their bottom tier is tucked inside their mouth, teeth playing with their lip ring before clearing his throat. ❝ do you mind ? ❞ their voice is rugged and harsh with an expression to match when they arrive to a back blocking the entryway. ❝ if you wanna stand there and gawk, be my fuckin’ guest, but how about you respect the other people who might be coming behind you ? thanks. ❞

     gunwoo is nervous. it’s evident on his face and he knows it because he can detect the reflection of himself on the screen of his phone as he’s desperately trying to conceal his true feelings about his first day by making a short video for his fans. he hasn’t updated his channel in almost a year now and it will probably remain deserted for some more time, but this grants him a nice temporary distraction from the reality encompassing him. it’s probably not the most splendid idea to go on a show when there are enemies lurking in the shadows to seize him at any moment, but he needs his checks and he figures that thanks to some exposure, he might gain more sponsors and followers on social media. his persona as a thief is in the past and he hopes that it will settle there for a very long time. 

     he’s still outside, exploring the surroundings through the screen & providing commentary of the view as he’s resting on one of his suitcases, unbothered to move. the musician is a bit late to the party, so, he naturally assumes that he’s the last one to arrive, but he’s soon proved wrong when a voice booms behind his back, dripping with blatant annoyance. gunwoo turns around with fingers still looped around his phone to maintain its balance and the increasing counter on the screen indicates that it is still recording. the words, as sharp as they are, don’t fret him and he simply offers a roll of his eyes, already deeming the other as one of those ‘unapproachable’ rich kids. “ relax, buddy. wouldn’t want to be thrown out on your first day, would you? ” an expression of amusement adorns his face as he fires them a funny look, clearing out the area in front of the stranger to give them the way. “ there you go. since you asked so nicely. ”

[gunwco]

@5thyun

     it’s almost two am and it’s dead quiet around the house. there are shadows dancing on the walls of his room, matching the rhythm of the wind blowing outside the opened windows, and, truth be told, if gunwoo was still a kid, he’d find it rather spooky. now his nightmares are twisted alternate versions of his past, making an effort to give him an illusion that it’s real, which has gotten exhausting by this point.

     the street musician abandons his bed and his room to go on a wander around the house, making his first stop at the kitchen to grab a cold bottle of beer. he doesn’t really know where he’s going since he’s still not familiar with the territory of this house & he ends up finding himself outside, splayed out on the grass with his head lolled back to watch the stars. for a second, he thinks of waking up his best friend, but he protests against the idea, deciding to spend the time alone. it’s alright — nights like this, he’s used to them.

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💙

[gunwco]

ckjihye‌:

  — 《 ❀ 》 goosebumps decorate her skin when the melody of his weary voice reaches her ears, her bottom tier retreating between her teeth in hopes of suppressing her usual habit though it’s to no avail. instead of voicing her response right away, the young female simply leans over to close the gap between the pair, taking a chuck of his bicep into her bite. it’s gentle, nowhere near hard enough to leave any ( permanent ) marks and then, she pulls away; resting her head on his body. ❛ dimmadrat … you know me too well. ❜ jihye’s eyes find her best friend’s face and she drinks him in — the jawline, the curve of his lips and shape of his nose; he’s poetry she can read over and over without ever growing tired.

                     when she catches herself staring, the nurse removes her head from gunwoo’s person and sports her classic pout, ❛ okay, while i admit that you’re not my personal chef, you’ll still cook for me, right ? and let me watch you, too ? i don’t know why, but your food is the only thing i’ve found that tastes similar to mom’s. plus, it’s you … how could i not want it ? ❜ the sullen look disappears from her mouth when a sudden realization hits her—–selfish, that’s what her actions have been. ❛ actually, you’re right ! nevermind. you still look sleepy and the last thing i want to do is deprive you of your rest. i’m sorry i barged in here in the first place. ❜ she offers an apologetic smile, ❛ i can just make some toast and maybe do a few laps in before everyone wakes up instead. promise me we’ll do dinner, though ? ❜

     gunwoo can’t help the growing smile plastered on his face as he watches jihye ramble in amusement, eyebrows slightly raised, just enough to conceal themselves behind a curtain of his hair. he doesn’t even flinch when her teeth sink into his bare & exposed skin, evidently too used to this behavior to even react to it; the viewers, on the other hand, might find it rather questionable, but it’s not something that is on his mind right now. no, what he’s thinking about is the way the sunlight dances atop jihye’s hair, bleeding onto it and creating a halo that matches her invisible wings, and how in the hell he hasn’t fallen in love sooner.

     when his best friend is suddenly dawned on by realization, urged by it to leave, gunwoo just clicks his tongue and lets a breathy laugh to escape his throat before looping his fingers around her tiny wrist and pulling her closer to him. although he feels more awake now, a hint of laziness still lingers in his bones, which is why it prompts him to wrap his arm around the other and nuzzle his head into her neck, breathing in a little bit of her fragrance in the process. “ no, ” he starts, closing his eyes for a second to revel in this moment, “ i’ll make breakfast for you. i want to. but let’s stay here for a little while. ” it’s not new for them — their skinship has always been through the roof, which has confused people way too many times ( “ are you guys sure you’re not a couple? ” ), but the only difference now is all the touches and embraces are no longer just a form of comfort from his side. they may or may not mean a little bit more. “ did you take a shower? you smell really good. ”

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[gunwco]

@ckjihye

[gunwco]

janggminho‌:

his gaze drifts from the t.v screen as gunwoo’s voice drags minho out of his MINDLESS viewing. it’s some drama he’s only half paying attention to, thoughts residing somewhere else. he processes his words and reacts with a shake of his head and wide eyes, scrunching up his nose with apprehension at the mere idea.  “ no. no thank you. that’s  … not my thing. ”

     he’s not by all means surprised by the other’s answer —— on the contrary, it’s one he’s heard too many times — but gunwoo’s sporting an expression of hinted disappointment as he offers a curt nod and continues his search. “ are you scared of heights? ” a rather common yet understandable fear in the society, but gun is too much of an adrenaline junkie to ever come across that.

[gunwco]

okdabin‌:

      —〈 〄 〉 they’re scrolling mindlessly on their phone through their various social media accounts, too much of a couch potato to move from the spot they’ve been sitting at since waking up earlier in the day. they’re oblivious to the world around them — that is, until someone speaks to him. ❝ whoa, when the fuck did you get here ? ❞ dabin’s eyes narrow, but only for a split second before their body perks at the idea proposed. ❝ skydiving, hm ? ❞ a cheshire grin sweeps across their lips, ❝ the hell you askin’ me such a dumb question for ? of course i wanna go — what the shit are we still doin’ here, bastard ? lets go ! ❞ the fighter stands and tries to place the mobile into their pocket when they realize their current attire doesn’t have one. ❝ wait .. give me a few minutes to go change out of this dress. i don’t mind flashin’ people, but they got me fucked if they think i’m gonna do it for free. meet you out front ? ❞

     to gunwoo’s surprise, he actually gets along with dabin pretty well.  they remind him of some people from his past, careless troublemakers, and while he knows he should be steering clear of them, he can’t help being so constantly drawn to them (at least he hasn’t gotten on their bad side, yet ). they’re complete opposites in terms of their personalities, but they share a common ground that manages to balance out this evident contrast between them. at least he has someone to do adrenaline packed activities with.

     “ it’s a long ride there. wear something comfortable, ” is all he says in response before stretching out all of his limbs, melting under the warmth of his laptop on his stomach. the musician finally scrambles up all the strength to lift himself up from the couch & makes his way towards the kitchen to get the most important supplies for this trip. snacks. “ we need to sneak out. the staff won’t like the possibility of us splashing onto the ground on their show, so, they won’t take any chances, ” gunwoo says as his arm reaches out to claim chips from one of the cupboards. they’re not his, but he doesn’t really feel guilty about it.

[gunwco]

xmiyeons‌:

Miyeon hated this show. However, seeing as she couldn’t find the remote and was too prideful to say anything to the other, the girl let the television play as she sat through it in pain. The sound of Gunwoo’s voice sparked excitement in the girl, happy that the opportunity to stop watching had finally arrived. Miyeon turned to face the other, bringing her legs up onto the couch in a criss-crossed position as she listened eagerly to the other. “Yeah, sure. When? NOW? Just no pictures though, your followers will chew me up in those weird jumpsuit things.”

     the computer’s screen starts coming alive with vivid colors of different sites, clogging up the browser with a myriad of tabs. to no one’s surprise, it crashes a few minutes later and gunwoo lets out a slight exhale of annoyance — his laptop is so old that the man sometimes wonder how come he’s never stolen a brand new one back when he was still involved in such things. “ tomorrow morning. i’m cooking for everyone tonight. ” although the man doesn’t get along with every single participant of this show, he enjoys cooking too much to pay attention to this detail. gunwoo smiles at the next words, already molding a teasing tone in his voice. “ no need for weird jumpsuits to get them to chew you up when your own attire does the job perfectly. ”

[gunwco]

haevns‌:

haeun was bored. she was catching up on the news she had missed out while she was away from work though she still was always doing something, or letting someone else do it for her since she couldn’t exactly bring the camera crew into a courtroom. but, she couldn’t only read so much before it got boring no matter how much she loved doing it. she was about to head back up to her room for a late nap when she heard gunwoo’s voice ask if she wanted to go skydiving out of all things. “did i..hear you right?” she questioned, giving him an odd look before stepping closer towards him. “why the sudden urge to do something like this?”

     his fingers fumble to search for a remote and once they capture it, he smoothes his thumb over the off button to turn off the television. the room suddenly goes still, except for the slight buzzing ricocheting off of his laptop and haeun’s words suddenly slicing through the silence. “ it’s not sudden. i’ve been looking into this for a couple days now, ” he explains. “ not a fan of adrenaline yourself? ”

[gunwco]

jvnghos‌:

he was bored, to say the least. jungho hadn’t been doing much today other than check up on his father, read and watch whatever shows had come on tv before he ended up drowning the sound out. his stomach rumbled which gave him the signal he needed to eat something. quickly running down stairs, he was two seconds away from entering the kitchen before a voice spoke up behind him. turning around, he looked questionably at the body the voice belonged to. “what’s with the sudden urge to go skydiving? you in the mood to risk your life today?”

    gunwoo is a man of action. he despises being in the same spot for too long, stripped of any activities, and the best way to satisfy his urges is to give him something that is over the top. it’s his weakness of some sort, one that easily lets him spiral out of control and get him into trouble, but it’s been rather mild for the last few years and he hopes to keep it that way. skydiving, well… let’s just say it falls into the most exciting legal category of activity. “ i’ve always wanted to go, but i was either busy or poor. ” he clicks his tongue, looking over the couch to meet the owner of the voice. “ besides, that’s some interesting screen time, don’t you think? ”

[ckjihye]

JIHYE + GUNWOO 💖💖💖 —— feat. @gunwco

❛ i want to take the bits of you i love and press them like flowers between the pages of my favorite book and i want to take all the scraps that you dislike in yourself and display them on my fridge to show you i’m still proud of the person you are and the person you are becoming, but most of all, i want to spin you like a globe and drag my finger across till it stops to discover the pieces of you that you’ve yet to reveal to anyone else. i want to wrap them up in linen and place them in an old cigar box, i’d tuck it away safely in the  top drawer of my bedside table, so you know i’ll never let those pieces of you go because when you share hidden parts of yourself with someone else, you are trusting that person to hold the secret sections of your heart and to love the bits you thought were unlovable. ❜

[gunwco]

     gunwoo is in the living room with his gaze fixated on the computer screen, his mind absent to the television providing some noise in the background. he’s lazily lounging on the couch as one of his legs is draped over the armrest, but his eyes, on the contrary, are all over the place — his fingers are desperately trying to keep up with the rhythm as well. “ hey, ” he speaks up after a pregnant pause, turning to the closest person within his radius. “ do you want to go skydiving? i found a good place, but it’s cheaper for two. ”