𝖉𝖊𝖑𝖚𝖌𝖊 @haesevng - Tumblr Blog

i feel like everything about this intro is messy as hell, but hey, it's more fitting than u realize considering the absolute idiot angel i'm bringing to the dash!! this is my son, SONG HAESEUNG, and he has literally no thoughts, head empty. at least he's pretty?? no but really, there is a deeper side to him, and he is a v sensitive artist type who's quite comfortable with himself and loves love. there's some more info under the cut (alas i have yet to write a proper bio rip me) and i rly look forward to writing with all of you!!

statistics. / wanted plots.

#mulmaluintro

ourxmikrokosmos:

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The bodyguard perked up at the reply he got from the local guy, it seemed like it was indeed a quiet place to live in, the prefect place for someone who had so many eyes on them to be free and breath some fresh air, this was what they needed. A genuine small smile grew on his face at such knowladge, “It’s great to hear that, it’s what…I was looking for.”He confessed, “The city is a little bit too much after some time…”

haeseung gave a bit of thought to the other man’s additional question, running through his knowledge of the island. “you’ll probably want kalopsia, then; it’s actually just a couple blocks from magnolia place. easily the most popular bakery in town,” he responded assuringly, taking note of how focused the other seemed. it was almost as though he were taking a mental photograph of haeseung’s words; an intense trait to be sure. he’d definitely never seen the man before, and as he was prone to being at least somewhat familiar with most of the citizens of the island, he figured he must have been very new to the place.

hearing the man talk about what must have been a mainland city, haeseung listened with great interest, wondering what it must have been like. it was rather embarrassing, so he rarely ever admitted it, but he’d never actually been to the mainland aside from when he was first born in the coastal city of changwon, and he wasn’t exactly spending his newborn months making long term memories.

“a big city must be overwhelming, i guess,” he mused, a dreamy tone to his voice. he did have hopes to visit seoul one day, he had just never gotten around to it. and maybe there was also a tiny hint of intimidation. “i can’t even imagine how many people could be around at any given moment,” he wondered out loud, picturing masses of humanity moving as one through the some of the country’s major cities. while it definitely sounded worth a visit, haeseung didn’t know if he could ever handle living in such a place.

#° 。ᐟᐟ 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑠◞#/you're fine pls don't apologize!#/also i'm sorry for the weird formatting tumblr h8s me

floweripples:

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he bows immediately in response but sees a radish rolling across the ground a moment later, letting out a little “oh!” as he gets down to collect them into his arms. “haeseung-ssi! your radishes are trying to run away.” he says with a little giggle, standing a moment later with them all collected, propped against his chest.

“it is me, just a little less covered in paint.” he says, grin spread across his lips and denting those dimples into his cheeks. his eyes catch on all of the bags he’s carrying– “do you need any help with those?”

eyes narrowing in embarrassment, haeseung watched as his radishes rolled right into a heap at his younger’s feet. it was safe to say the former never really had it together at his best moments, but in public was always where he shone at doing stupid things. “ah, it’s my fault really. i should have planned better for myself,” he replied sheepishly, wrestling a hand free from his burden to scoop up the fallen vegetables. it was probably better to just prepare something with what he had, along with the tofu he had at home, rather than making an attempt for the red snapper he was originally after. he turned his attention back to yeseung a few seconds.

“thank you for offering though. i should probably put an end to my shopping day, huh?” haeseung had to laugh at himself, it was imperative to getting through the day sometimes. he knew yeseung was still relatively new to the island, with the small bit he’d learned about him when the young man enrolled in his recreational art class. he seemed to have a very creative mind, and his interpretations of the lessons always fascinated him. “the lack of paint must have been what tripped me up,” he chuckled.

haeseung wondered if he was in pursuit of something specific at the market. “were you just browsing, or can i help you find something in particular? it can be a bit of a maze around here,” the older man declared, eyes scanning the numerous branches of piers and market stalls. “i remember once, when i was a child, i got so mixed up doing the shopping for my aunt that it ended up getting dark before i found everything,” he shuddered at the memory, but a grin grew as well. “it definitely motivated me to learn the layout.”

#° 。ᐟᐟ 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑠◞#/of course! you're very welcome! <3

ft. @fulldal setting: mr. oh’s record store

it had been one of those days that were filled with heavy sighs and thoughtless mistakes; it seemed like everywhere he went, haeseung was knocking market displays over or accidentally bumping people. his head was in a fog, and he had no business being out in public while also trying to formulate thoughts, to be fair. he’d been in a funk as of late, thinking a lot about his parents and just how cruel it was to have been given so little time with them. they’d never see one of his paintings, never see him marry, never see how his life would turn out.

he’d been lingering outside dallia’s workplace, her father’s record store, for the past forty-five minutes. from the first time they’d met, haeseung had gained a soft spot for the girl; she said what was on her mind, and she was something of a confidant for him. a bit like the younger sister he’d never had, but would have made his life much better. he didn’t want to bother her with his problems, especially since he wasn’t his normal, happy self, so he was hesitant about heading inside. his hand finally found the door anyway, and without much thought, he pushed his way into the establishment.

albums from every genre fills shelves as far as the eye could see, and dallia’s favorite linkin park tracks hummed nostalgically over the store’s speaker systems. with one of the only smiles he’d worn that day, haeseung’s coffee colored hues scanned the store for his friend. finally spotting her emerging from the back. “i, too, am a robot boy,” was his soft attempt at a joke and his initial greeting, folding his hands over the counter and pressing his forehead down on top of them in a comical, if not sad display.

#mulmalustarter #/let me know if anything needs changing!#<3

ft. @floweripples setting: mulmalu pier market

it had taken him nearly 45 minutes to reach the edge of town, but the wind whipping his hair up into a frayed mess as he stepped off the shuttle bus made the trip entirely worth it. then again, he had been seated next to a crying baby and their frustrated mother the entire time, so exiting the bus probably would have been pleasant no matter where’d he’d been let off. he had come to the fish market with the hopes of procuring a perfect red snapper for the domi maeuntang he intended to make for dinner that evening, and there was a certain stall at the very end of the pier that he knew he could rely on.

his sneakers bounced softly along the aged pier’s surface, smiling as the crests sloshed around its posts beneath his feet. he enjoyed how lively the market was, with all the different produce and fish stalls lined with customers; citizens and tourists alike. he browsed a couple of produce stalls for the vegetables and spices he needed, gathering mu, zucchini, scallions & more. by the end of his seasoning frenzy, his arms were so full of shopping bags and packges that he was concerned as to whether he’d even have room to carry the snapper. clearly, he hadn’t thought this through, which was fairly on brand for him.

stumbling a bit further down the pier, his distractible eyes caught sight of someone who looked rather familiar. it was unmistakable, but for some reason it was taking him forever to place. he was sure his facial expression read extremely puzzled, while he fumbled around for the answer. finally, just as he was passing the person, his mouth finally matched up with his brain. “yeseung? is that you? i don’t think i’ve ever seen you outside of class,” haeseung chuckled, greeting him with a bow, dropping a couple of his radishes in the process.

#° 。ᐟᐟ 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠◞#/ i hope this is okay!#/let me know if anything needs changing!

angst420

*thinking about my entire self* hm that’s embarrassing

#° 。ᐟᐟ 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑦◞

❇ ° 。* ― 𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔫 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔯.

to say that haeseung woke up that day expecting to hear the request he’d just received would be a bold faced lie. “your...portrait?” given the dark ambience of his studio, his deep brown hues were unreadable, as he repeated the request out loud once more. “you want me to paint your portrait? no one’s ever asked me that before...are you sure?” his adam’s apple betrayed his nervousness with a visible gulp. for as long as he’d been an artist, he’d never thought to commission portraits, before.

#mulmalustarter #° 。ᐟᐟ 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠◞#/shorty thread alert if you're interested haha

lcvepoems

Location: Mulmalu beach Status: OPEN FOR ANYONE!

Hyun had been in the picturesque island for a week and in that short amount of time he had gotten to see a beautiful place, completely different to the busy city he had grown up and used to call home. Yet that difference was something good, something needed. Being used to the loudness and tension of the capital, had always made him on the edge, ready to protect while his mind was running wild with ideas of things that could go wrong, but being at the island was like a breathe of fresh air, one that he was thankful for, even if the reasons behind his stay weren’t ideal, he felt more relaxed as he felt the salty breeze of the beach mess with his hair.

The bodyguard found himself walking around the island as the days passed by, wanting to get acquaintanced with the place, a habit of his job he knew it very well, the need to know everything, the ins and outs about the place Nari was put him at ease since then he could plan, he could control, he could keep safe what was precious to him. That day he found himself walking by the beach, humming a tone he had heard somewhere as his toes felt the sand under them, to many it seemed like a turist taking a casual walk yet his mind was already memorizing everything about the place. “ Excuse me ” He called to someone who passed by. “ Do you know were I can find a restaurant near here? ” from the moment he had started his walk until that moment he had yet to see one, brown orbs looking around them and the calmness that felt on the beach before turning his attention back to the person he had stopped. “ Is it always so calm here? ”

haesevng

it had been quite a while since haeseung had dragged himself to the beach sans his easel and other art supplies. since moving to jutaeg village, the beach was much more of a trek, so he tended to only come out there if he had a good enough reason, such as painting the scenery. for much of the day, however, he’d been feeling a bit trapped by the walls of his home, as new as they may have been. ever the optimistic simpleton on the outside, the man found himself locked inside his own head more often than not these days. he squeezed his eyes shut tightly under the sun’s warming ray, letting the cold ocean lap over his bare feet as he walked along the water’s edge.

despite winter’s grip on the country of south korea, mulmalu island was as warm and sunny as ever, though there was a bit of a cool breeze blowing. there really wasn’t anyone around, which was strange. typically, there’d be at least a few people out taking photos, but he supposed the high winds had probably contributed to that. he almost missed it entirely when a similarly aged young man passing by asked a question of him. he had to pause his gait and clear his head for a moment, before he could formulate a response. his thoughtful gaze reverted back to his typical boyish grin as he did so. “oh, well there’s a couple of them in mulmalu city! my personal favorite is magnolia place. it’s family owned and all that. the food’s really good,” haeseung answered, pointing into town. “it’s just on the corner of sanglogsu street, you can’t miss it when you’re heading in.” he placed his hands into his pockets casually to balance his stance, eyes peering out at the rolling tides as they journeyed their way to the shoreline. “most of the time, it is. i’ve lived here all my life, and the vibe has always just sort of been to live and let live, replace what you take from the earth, and help each other out where you can. it’s a simple way of life, but it’s always been enough for me. i couldn’t really imagine myself anywhere else,” he continued, his body swaying slightly from the wind gusts.