Karma

Kim Hansol/ 23/ Contract Binding  "Sign in blood. You won't regret it."

[hansoladv-blog]

This... isn’t really easy for me to write, but I’ll do what I can.

I’ll start with the simple facts: I’m having to drop all of my muses here.  I don’t really like the idea of it, because I love these kids and the relationships they have and the way they are, but I as a mun have to for my own personal health.

I’ve been very stressed recently. When I log on and see IMs I’ve been having panic attacks, which.... is never good. At first I did my best to ignore these problems and ignore the issues I’ve been having in general, but... Ignoring things doesn’t work out so well. Because of that, I’ve found myself growing increasingly panicked and slowly over time I don’t think I can really just try to ignore. 

Which is what leads me to leaving. I’m sorry to have to do it, but it’s what’s best for me in the end. I can’t deal with panic and all of that anymore. I can’t deal with people who just... make me upset. 

 I do love all of you and if you ever want to talk to me, you’re free to. I’m always up for talking. You’re free to message me for my contact info, I’ll get it to you. I’ll be around for a bit just to get it you, so it works to message me here. If not, my KakaoTalk is ShotgunHides.

With.. that note, I should probably mention my little secret.

I’m also Jiyong’s mun, Shotgun. I’m sorry to have hidden it from all of you! I was worried that everyone might judge me if they found out I had 6 characters... So I thought it better to go incognito. 

If you want to just message me to hear a bit more, please do. I’ll miss all of you so much.

Thank you so much for everything. Thank you for making me feel like I had somewhere safe to go, even if it didn’t last.

--- Bun.

[hansoladv-blog]

                                                     Lunar Sky                                                -----------------------             They call it captivation. I call it imprisonment. Why is it so dark...?                                  (Don’t ever look the devil in the eye, and, no matter what you do...)                                                                      (Don’t say yes.)

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                                                     Solar Flare                                                -----------------------    He’s got a bright smile and a brighter heart. The kind that lights up the dark.                    (But what’s that glint doing in his eye? Something doesn’t seem right.)                                         (Why can I see seams on those angel wings?)

[hansoladv-blog]

Plot Call!

Hello kiddies. I’m still a slow and tired bun, but I’ve realized that some of my kids are low on plots. If you’d like to plot with any of my kids (Hansol, Yoongi Wonshik, Zitao, and Minhyuk) give this post a like and I’ll roll into your inbox so we can plot yes owo~!

[spaacemusings]

                                                  you’d b r e a k your neck                                                     to keep your chin up.

[adv-wonho-blog]

Don’t Make Promises with Strangers

[hansoladv-blog]

Wonho~

( ... )

“Yes, of course I’ll agree to trust you.” The words brought a strange sense of calm to Wonho and he reached out to take Hansol’s hand. “I don’t think I should be in public for much longer, or my glamour will drop again. If you know a better place to talk where we won’t be seen… I’ll follow you… or… I have an apartment nearby…” He trailed off, his thoughts jumbled If this person was like him, did the same rules apply? If they were similar, then… was he immune to the harm Wonho could cause? It felt like Wonho was hoping for too much, and the thought that he could somehow be dangerous to Hansol was concerning. He needed to tell Hansol before his glamour dropped again. But what would he do if Hansol ran? Right now, in this state, he couldn’t chase him. In the end, of course, he would trust Hansol.

“I’ll follow you where ever it is that you want to go.”

His eyes narrow just a little at the introduction. He’ll remember that name for sure. Wonho is hopefully going to become a new player in Hansol’s little game of life, after all. He’s still smiling- still watching closely. He doesn’t want to let this chance go, but he also wants to know so much more. He would probably be asking a million questions if he wasn’t scared that he might lose Wonho then and there for it. So instead he just waits.

He catches the gasp and can’t help but smile just a bit more genuinely. It seems that they both had similar reactions to seeing each other’s true forms, though Hansol’s is far less interesting in his own opinion. It’s just his teeth and eyes, after all. Sure, he grows claws but those are neatly trimmed. There’s nothing fascinating about his appearance, it’s only freakish. He thinks his eyes are ugly- the teeth worse. They make him look violent- like someone who bites and claws. Maybe they’re a bit more accurate than he’d like to admit... Sharp eyes for watching someone’s every move- teeth and claws for digging in and refusing to let go... No, the reason he hates his mutant features is for their accuracies.

He keeps eye contact even as his hand is outstretched- mostly because Wonho certainly isn’t looking away. Hansol is sure the staring is wondering why  exactly Hansol’s eyes are so bizarre or perhaps a slight fear or judgement. He can’t be sure. A moment later the contract is agreed on- even with a shake of hands. Hansol’s eyes practically light up. He can feel the contract hit and it’s instantly fatiguing. This isn’t the type of contract he can take lightly, but that doesn’t mean he’s not pleased. Wonho has to trust him now. This means that he doesn’t need to act as wholly- he doesn’t have to try as hard. He can say what he needs to. He grips Wonho’s hand just a little tighter- allowing his eyelids to droop slightly. This contract is going to take a bit to get used to... It’s so worth it.

“Ah... Is that what you’re other form is called...? A glamour?” He hums lightly. “But... Yes, if your apartment isn’t far that would be good. I live a little further away right now... If you don’t mind inviting my into your house I would gladly come with you.” He doesn’t let go of Wonho’s hand. He doesn’t plan to either. He’s just smiling softly- tired but pleased with himself. He laughs softly- free hand fidgeting with the bottom of his hoodie. Yes, this works well... Perfectly. The following statement is oddly nice- it gives him a mental rush. It’s always a joy to have someone around who will say things like that- that will follow him anywhere.

“Come. We can get out of here.” He pulls slightly, but not hard- just enough to get Wonho to follow. He drops a bit of money on both tables as he goes- enough to pay for what they ordered. He doesn’t really mind paying for Wonho- won’t ask for payment back. When they’re both outside he finally glances back at Wonho.

“You can lead the way!” There’s another soft laugh. “Ah... But... I’m curious about your... glamour? Is there a problem with it dropping? I mean, other than people staring...” He mumbles a little more now. “I... Sort of thought it was beautiful.”

[hansoladv-blog]

Challenge

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advxyuto:

( ... )

The end of the fight marked his victory with a sword at his opponent’s neck, he reached out to give the guy a handshake, and bowed. It was a good fight, good training and as much as he was rearing to go again his sparring buddy had another class to attend. Walking over to his stuff, he picked up some cloth and patted at his forehead, taking deep breaths as he tried to catch his breath. The sudden greeting from behind him, had him turning to look who it was. His sharp eyes watching the incoming guy like a hawk, already so weary but he relaxed when he realized that the kid was from this place too. He’d probably spotted him in the halls but didn’t exactly pay much attention. 

“Oh. Um, thank you.” He bowed, respectful, polite, as he acknowledged the praise. “Yes. It is,” his voice was low and he looked away again only to continue to fix his things. “Do you use a sword too?” Based on what he had observed, the guy didn’t seem like he used any weapon, he looked quite frail but he learned that judging or assuming things in this kind of place was the worst thing one could do.

Reserved, that’s what this guy is. Hansol’s keeping his eyes open purely to look for little ticks in body language- movements that could give him a hint as to what words to string together next. This guy obviously isn’t the type who just eats compliments- which means Hansol will need to drop that idea right away. It seems curiosity can work well enough, so he’ll stick with it for the moment. He’s good at asking questions- likes learning what he can, so that’s a fair thing to do not matter what. He hums just a bit to himself- bringing a hand up to ruffle the back of his hair. 

What a question. Hansol, a swordsman? Is that a joke. Hansol’s smile turns a bit awkward as he lets out a little laugh- followed by a smile. Maybe he should use this to his advantage. Sympathy is, after all, a great way to persuade. He drops his hand and grabs his wrist just a little- eyes more on the ground now. Keep polite- don’t come across as a threat. He speaks in a calm but almost nervous tone.

“Oh... No, I wish.” His laughs yet again- making it sound just  a bit strained. “I’m just... smart. That’s really all I have going for me. I wish my skills were that cool, honestly, but unfortunately I’ve never been very good with fights. I guess physicality just isn’t my strong point.” He bites his lip a little- eyes scanning the ground. He’s playing like he’s bad at hiding something now- like this made him think of something completely different. He’s pretending to be ashamed when he really couldn’t care less. If he needed to fight he would already.

“But... I’ve always sort of admired the skill I see in people who practice swordsmanship... Or any weapons, I suppose.” He looks up again- changing the subject to make it seem like he doesn’t want to say to much. His act is dizzying sometimes, but he manages to keep up with himself. He tightens his grip on his wrist just a little. “I met an archer not long ago... He was amazing to watch. How you all manage to use such finesse is absolutely amazing to me!” That’s a lie if he’s ever heard one. Woohyun, the archer, is just a jerk who shoots for fun. Honestly, Woohyun is awfully pretty to watch arch but Hansol is pretty sure that the annoyance that would come from watching would ruin the show.

He blinks just a little. Does he look nervous? Probably. That’s how he should. “Oh! Gosh... I’m sorry... I’m so rude. I got caught up with my fascination and didn’t even introduce myself!” He shakes his head now. “I’m Kim Hansol. I’m sorry again for my completely lack of tact.”

[advxhyejin-blog]

new discovery

[hansoladv-blog]

Hyejin~

( ... )

“Yes yes…I mean, yes!” She snapped back to attention, laughing with one hand over a wide, open mouth. “I would love that. I have no problem looking around on my own, but it’s always fun to have someone introduce instead.” Then she waved him off. “It’s not that bad! This isn’t the first time I’ve moved, and the last time I’d moved from the country to the city!” She broke out into silent laughter, showing off pearly white teeth as she looked up at Hansol. “But I would never turn down an invitation for friendship, so whenever you’re game I’m game!”

Part of him almost feels bad for just how oblivious this girl is. She just seems like the kind of person who could get eaten alive by someone who was clearly a cannibal because she wanted to give them a chance. It’s not that anyone ever really notices that Hansol’s intentions aren’t so pure- he’s a good actor so he normally isn’t caught, it’s just that... He almost feels like the act is wasted on her. He could be a worse actor and she probably still wouldn’t notice. It’s not going to stop him from acting, but it certainly does pass through his head.

Gee is surely playing into this somewhat though. People really do let their guard down around animals... It’s because they’re just so cute. Hansol really can’t blame her for that much, even if he does think she’s a bit dense. Gee is absolutely precious and Hyejin seems happy enough getting to hold the wiggly little ferret. Gee’s full of energy which explains why she’s so quick to nuzzle the girl and Hansol just flashes a smile. 

She’s talking again and Hansol tilts his head to the side. She’s a very cheery type, really. He’ll have to write all of the observations down later. It could be helpful to remember, after all. He likely won’t forget even if he doesn’t write these things down, but it’s for safe keeping. He nods his head just a little- just going along with what she’s saying. Be agreeable, be friendly. 

“I think that it’s much more fun to do things like look around when you have someone, though! I can tell you all of the silly stories about the facility, after all!” He laughs softly- more like a chuckle. He pushes a hand gently to his chest- just a habit that happens in certain acts. “I’ve always been in the city myself... But I know that moving here was a big deal for me! I had never been so far from home! I was very desperate to make friends at first because I was so scared I wouldn’t be able to!” There’s a shake of his head along with another chuckle. He’s looking at the girl with a friendly spark in his eye. He hopes his act remains flawless... So she can be more useful.

“Well... I’d honestly love to show you around any time! I don’t do much these days, so I’m available most times!” He claps his hands together. “I can bring Gee too! She likes you an awful lot, so I’m sure she’d be happy to come!”

[hansoladv-blog]

                                         Kim Hansol A.K.A Karma                                                      The Devil

                            “A man of many faces has no true face, but many, many masks.”                                          “Sign here. I can help.”

[adv-wonho-blog]

Don’t Make Promises with Strangers

[hansoladv-blog]

Wonho~

( ... )

“I’m… i’m so sorry. I wasn’t going to hurt you, I promise!” The words fall out and the finality of it rings through him, the promise slamming into him as he says it and he wonders if this other person felt it also. He throws up his glamour finally with a gasp, the effort of it straining him so much that he nearly has to hold himself up. After a moment he looks up.

“Please… I..” He doesn’t know what hes asking, or why, just knows that he doesn’t want to be alone again.

Hansol’s eyes snap opened wide the moment the stranger is pulling away. His heart tells him that he should probably run, his mind backs all of that up, but his curiosity keeps him firmly rooted. He can’t just run off... No, not when he’s gotten this far. He needs to wrap this one around his finger just like some of the others. He needs more control, more power. He needs this stranger to rely on him... A mutant on the outside of the foundation is that much better, after all. The foundation can’t track a neutral movements as easily... They can, but... No, not nearly as easily as they could if he was living inside the walls.

And suddenly, Hansol finds himself unable to look away. The illusion snaps and, if only for a split second, Hansol sees the truth. A slight gasp escapes his throat despite how strongly he’s been working to hide his emotions. This stranger is beautiful. There’s nothing Hansol could even begin to deny about that. Hansol himself is an ugly demon when he uncovers his eyes and fangs, but this man is truly a piece of art. Hansol would be willing to say those things too, but he’s good enough about biting his tongue. If the stranger feels a need to hide then surely there’s a reason for it. He won’t comment on the appearance, no. He won’t say a word. He drops his glance for a moment- letting out a breath he was very unaware he was holding. Some mutations just aren’t fair.

“Hansol... Kim Hansol.” His voice is low- keeping in that same somewhat nervous pitch he had before. He’s back to speaking in a way that covers his fangs just a little bit better. It’s a force of habit now. “ And you?” He looks up- contact suddenly bothering his eyes more than they did before. He glances over the stranger yet again. He’s getting closer and part of that makes Hansol extremely nervous. He’s not good at fighting. He won’t win. He grips the bottom of his sleeve slightly, pulling on it- making the bandages underneath shift. Ugly bandages to cover ugly cuts. He’s feeling strange. He needs to get rid of the feeling.

He doesn’t so much as flinch when there’s a hand close to his face. He can’t. His mask might slip too much if he did, so he forces a lack of reaction. He just looks at the stranger- curiosity in his eyes. There are still tears in his eyes. The contacts burn... He’s beginning to think he needs to take them out for more than just proof that this stranger isn’t the only freak. The crying act might have made the stupid things uncomfortable. He nearly jumps just a little when the hand is pulled away- sudden. 

There’s some distance between them and Hansol pushes himself to the wall instinctively- as though he’s expecting to be hit. That’s not what happens, though. No, the stranger is much further away and Hansol finds himself feeling odd about the amount of space. Words are spoken- promises that Hansol would normally consider so hollow. No one can ever promise anything and mean it. Why would he trust that kind of thing? He never has in the past.

But this time, there’s a tightness in his chest. It’s reminiscent, like a contract, but... somehow different. It makes him nervous. He doesn’t like it. He pulls at the hoodie he’s wearing just over his chest and lets out a shaky breath. No, he doesn’t like this one bit. The stranger’s illusion is back and Hansol’s mask cracks- if only for a split second. He looks just a bit agitated- but it doesn’t last long. It’s replaced with an expression of concern. He’s not sure how much of this feeling is real and how much is faked. Sometimes liars lie to themselves better than anyone else, after all.

He takes a few steps forward- still a bit shaky but strong enough. He glances in the mirror and lets out a sigh. He pulls a contact case out of his pocket and takes just a moment to pull the colored lenses from his eyes. They were stinging too much and he doesn’t want to think about them anymore. He’s sure its more obvious now just what kind of freak he is, but he doesn’t mind. He blinks a few times- trying to get the pain out of his eyes- before placing the case back in his pockets. He lets slit yellow eyes relax on the stranger once again before walking a few steps closer. He’s not sure if this stranger is ok with being touched... If this were a friend- an acquaintance even, he’d be likely to hug them. He’s always been one for all hands on, but not when there’s a chance this stranger might pull away because of it. So instead he reaches a hand out softly, palm upturned. 

It’s an invitation.

“It’s okay. I’m okay.” His voice is very soft. “You don’t have to promise me anything. I know how it feels to be scared... I’m here, so you don’t have to feel alone anymore, alright?” His words make him a bit sick. He’s not sure how much of that is the act, but the fact that some of it is would be... cruel enough. He smiles just a little. “See? I told you my eyes are just as freaky as you might expect. I get called a lot of strange things when people see them, but don’t worry... They’re nothing to be scared of.” He smiles just a little more- letting his fangs flash despite himself. He has to keep the reminder that he’s also a mutant going. It’s a bit important to this act.

“If you’re okay with it... We can get a drink or something... Or we could talk somewhere more private than... here? I just need you to agree to trust me.” The contract is set out, plain and simple. He just needs the agreement.

[hansoladv-blog]

Head Canons ✒

Kim Hansol -- → Flaws and Strengths

flaws→ absentminded | abusive | addict | aimless | alcoholic | annoying | anxious | arrogant | audacious | bigmouth | bigot | bitter | blunt | bold | callous | clingy | cocky | close minded | complex | controlling | cruel | cursed | dependent | deranged | dishonest | disloyal | disorderly | disturbed | dubious | dyslexic | egotistical | entitled | fanatical | fickle | fierce | finicky | fixated | foolish | gluttonous | gruff | guilty | gullible | hard | hedonistic | hoity-toity | humorless | hypocritical | idealistic | idiotic | ignorant | immature | impatient | impious | impish | inappropriate | incompetent | indecisive | indifferent | infamy | insecure | intolerant | jealous | judgmental | klutz | know-it-all | lazy | lewd | loud | liar | lustful | malnourished | masochist | meddlesome | meek | megalomanic | messy | naïve | nervous | nonviolent | nosey | oblivious | obnoxious | obsessive | oppressor | overambitious | overemotional | overprotective | overzealous | pacifist | paranoid | peevish | perfectionist | pessimist | pest | phobic | predictable | proud | pushy | rebellious | reckless | remorseless | rigorous | sadist | sadomasochist | sarcastic | sceptic | secretive | seducer | selfish | self-martyr | self-righteous | senile | sensitive | shallow | softheaded | solemn | spineless | spoiled | squeamish | stubborn | superstitious | tactless | temperamental | theatrical | timid | tongue-tied | troublemaker | unlucky | unpredictable | untrustworthy | vain | vindictive | whiny | withdrawn | zany

strengths→ accountable | active | adventurous | allocentric | ambitious | appreciative | athletic | attentive | astute | balanced | benevolent | boyish | brave | brilliant | calm | candid | capable | caring | charming | cheeky | cheerful | clean | confident | conscientious | considerate | creative | curious | daring | decent | decisive | dedicated | determined | diplomatic | directive | disciplined | dynamic | easygoing | efficient | empathetic | energetic | enthusiastic | aesthetic | fair | faithful | feminine | flexible | focused | forceful | forgiving | forthright | friendly | frugal | generous | gentle | goofy | graceful | gracious | hardworking | helpful | honest | hospitable | humble | humorous | imaginative | independent | innovative | inquisitive | intelligent | jolly | kind | leader | listener | logical | loving | loyal | lucky | lyrical | masculine | mature | merciful | modest | networker | nurturing | objective | observant | open-minded | optimistic | orderly | organized | outgoing | passionate | patient | persuasive | playful | poised | privileged | protective | prudent | quirky | reflective | reliable | resilient | resourceful | responsible | saucy | self-assured | selfless | sensitive | sensual | servant-hearted | skilled | spontaneous | stable | stoic | studious | supportive | talented | thoughtful | tolerant | transcendent | trustworthy | understanding | undogmatic | urbane | venturesome | versatile | vigorous | warm | willing | wise | witty | zealous

[adv-wonho-blog]

Don’t Make Promises with Strangers

[hansoladv-blog]

Wonho~

( ... )

He tries to seem intimidating. He hopes he does at least a little, the hours he spent in the gym working out coming to mind. The other guy had looked scared, so maybe this would work. But then, the last words he had said to Wonho slowly filtered through the haze.

“What… do you mean someone like you?” A sudden spark of hope appears inside him. Could there really be someone else like him? 

One moment he’s acting, the next he’s against a wall with his eyes wide. He’s not one for violence- never has been. In fact, Hansol is actually so bad at fighting that he usually avoids even the chance of getting into some sort of physical altercation. But, here he is: up against a wall looking at some stranger and... Honestly this scenario could be fun for him in a different context but right now he’s a bit concerned at best. He lets himself show his fear- lets the stranger see just how wide his eyes get and the way his mouth opens with a weak gasp. Fear’s not easy to fake.

“W-What I... saw?” He repeats weakly- letting his eyes dart around the room. “B-But... But I just--” He squirms ever so slightly. He’d really rather not get hit right now. He’ll have to find some sort of way to keep that from happening. His mind isn’t coming up with something quickly enough for his tastes and he grits his teeth ever so slightly. He lets his gaze settle on the stranger’s eyes again- breathing picking up. He’s not going to get into a fight.

But then it hits the stranger and Hansol’s expression lights up a little. Shock comes to his face and he nods his head. It’s an immediate reaction, maybe even sort of a dumb one, but it works well enough. He gently puts a hand on the stranger’s arm and gives a very weak smile. This time, he lets his teeth- his fangs show.

“Y-Yes! Someone like me! I-I... I can’t imagine how scared you must be right now b-but please... listen to me!” He can feels tears pricking in his eyes. Has he really gotten that good at crying on cue...? Or is he actually just that scared of getting beaten up in a restaurant bathroom? “Y-You see them, don’t you? M-My teeth? My eyes are different too! These are just contacts. I-I know that I hide for the same reason I’m sure you are. You’re probably... scared, right? You don’t want me to run off and tell everybody about you because of what they might do?” He squirms a bit more- tears spilling over as he starts to shake. He’s not sure what’s acting anymore. 

He does hate the way he looks- the demon eyes, the fangs. He hates them. He hates what they imply and what people assume when they see them. He hates what they represent... He wants to hide them from the world so that he doesn’t get judged. This guy... he can hide far easier. No contacts. No smiling with his mouth closed or forcibly cutting his nails to prevent them from turning into sharp points. No fear of lights when its dark outside. He can just wave a hand and it will go away... Hansol’s jealous.

“People might think you’re a freak, right..? I know the feeling... People... staring. They can’t possibly understand and then you think one might and-” He stops. His mind is going somewhere strange and he shakes it off. This is an act. Just an act. “I’m not like those people... I-I’m like you. I’m a... a mutant or a freak or... whatever word you want to use. I can take my contacts out, if you want... I can show you just... Please believe me.”

[blckcarnage-blog]

word of mouth.

[hansoladv-blog]

Jinah~

( ... )

“what? you’re…joking. right? you have to be.” she’s looking at him so weirdly, so completely thrown off. “that’s—weird. jaehwan and…yixing? i’ve seen them together a couple of times but i didn’t think…wow. doesn’t surprise me that the little shit’s a stalker though. talk about a yikes.” she frowns as she stares down at the table, shifting in place as she exhales sharply. “i’d wish him good luck if i cared about them more. but i don’t. so—whatever happens, happens i guess.”

she shrugs her shoulders, and merely raises a brow to hansol’s defenses. she lifts her hands up in a dismissing manner, snorting as she shoots him a strange look. “testy, testy. i got you. diaries are like a sacred aspect to our privacy or something, right? i respect that.”

but she still stares, wondering; ever so curious. “…you write anything interesting in it? i’m willing to listen.”

Her reaction is about what he was expecting. He smiles a little more and gives a calm shake of the head- spinning the straw in his own drink. He didn’t exactly mean to make her choke, but honestly that just adds to the shock of the matter. It’s fun to see how people react to odd little facts and that’s one of many reasons that Hansol makes such an effort to collect them. He hums just a little- resting his chin against his palm. 

“Honestly, I was shocked too. I mean, Yixing is cute and certainly has a friendly attitude but Jaehwan is just so... Ahh~ What’s the word...” He closes his eyes for a moment- thinking. “Quiet, I suppose? That’s the nice way of saying it.” He opens his eyes again- smirk showing up on his face. This really is fun. If only she knew just how many other things he knows. They could talk for days about all of the inanities that go on in Daybreak. Then again, Hansol certainly wouldn’t want her to know too much. Too much info in the wrong hands could bite him- and he’s pretty sure everyone is the wrong hands aside from himself.

“I’m a little shocked you don’t have more to say, though! I thought it was something fun to talk about!” He laughs as cutely as he can manage. It’s too bad that she hasn’t got more insight, but he won’t push it any further. He just glances at the book in his lap and lets out a small sigh. How is he going to play this one? What should he say to dodge the topic, really? What would make her bored?

“Oh well... Honestly, it’s just full of me whining.” He frowns a little- eyes focusing on the table. “Unless you want to here about my gross crushes and feeling self conscious, I really doubt it’s interesting. I’m sure I can find something a little less idiotic if I try, but really it’s just streams of thoughts.” He flips the book opened slowly and brushes through the pages. There’s bound to be something a bit more tame toward the beginning if he looks.

“I’m afraid I’m just not the interesting.”

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2/??? of hansol ruining my life

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— amicus, amicī | friend

[hansoladv-blog]

Mark~

( ... )

the warm greeting is enough for his guard to melt down just the slightest, and he bows his head just a little to the older in thanks.

it dawns on him that hansol might be afflicted with the same terrible sleeping schedule as he did, in which mark opens the door a little wider.

“do…you want to come in and have some tea?” he doesn’t think he’s ever said that before, actually - he was always more of a milk than a tea person.

the thing is, “do you want to have some milk that i just bought the day before?” does not roll off the tongue as nicely as the offer of tea, so he decided not to ask.

Hansol is quick to pick up on the little way this kid smiles. It’s easy enough to tell that he’s shy just for the slight discomfort in his eyes and motions. That’s not a problem, though. Hansol knows how to deal with shy. He can be shy himself, after all. It’s just a matter of toning back the excitement in his voice and showing a little more compassion. Not a problem. Easy enough.

“Mark?” He lets the name roll off his tongue. He’s pretty sure that he’s heard that name somewhere in one of his English horror movies, but isn’t about to bring that up. So he just nods his head softly. There’s a mental note made that there may be a rebellious streak in this kid- judging by the way Hansol first found himself spoken too. Alternately, maybe Mark just isn’t used to dealing with people older than him...

Hansol tilts his head again- eyes widening a bit with curiosity and posture reflecting the same. He pulls a hand up to slightly grip at the hem of his sleeve. He’s switching acts ever so slightly, but it’s not really noticeable. He’s just playing himself a little less outgoing and a bit more shy. The change will probably come across more as a nervous front than anything. The shyness tends to seem more real to most people.

“Tea...?” His question is more quiet. He smiles a little bit more- fangs still hidden to the best of his ability. It’s still difficult for him to smile with his mouth closed. He’s just not used to it. “That... actually sounds very good. I think I could use something to wake me up. I just absolutely couldn’t sleep last night.”

He sighs on the outside and smirks on the inside. Sympathy should be easier to get from this guy. Maybe he should play that card... He’ll just need to make sure it works first.

“Of course, only if you don’t mind having me. I don’t want to intrude on you. Especially not at this early hour.”

[adv-wonho-blog]

Don’t Make Promises with Strangers

[hansoladv-blog]

Wonho~

( ... )

The guy is speaking again, and he looks nervous but the words don’t penetrate through Wonho’s panic. What if he went into the bathroom? Would he be followed? Could he threaten the guy with a glamour there? He hadn’t threatened anyone before. Did he need to? Gods, his heart felt like it was going to burst out of his chest.  Either way, he needed to move, if he stayed here, his personal glamour might break. He pushed back his chair quickly, and sidestepped the other guy as he rushed into the restroom. 

He would have to try to threaten him into a promise. It was the only way.

‘Please let this work.’ he repeated over and over as he rushed forward.

Eyes turn to slits behind the cover of contacts. Hansol almost lets his smirk show his fangs as the stranger drops his fork quite loudly. The food turns back to it’s previously unappealing state. Good. Hansol wasn’t seeing things, he was right. He looks at the stranger again- face turning to worry. He grips his upper arm harder- making himself seem much more nervous than he’s even close to feeling. There’s an awkward silence between the both of them and Hansol lets his vision shift around- as though it’s uncomfortable for him to make eye contact. 

The stranger’s standing up within a second and Hansol practically jumps back at the moment. His acts a little to prepared, so it’s easy for him to appear scared. The stranger retreats into the bathroom and, for a moment, Hansol stays still. That’s quite the reaction. Obviously the stranger doesn’t want anyone else in this restaurant to see anything. Hansol just stares in the bathroom’s direction for a moment before following- slowly. No need to give a quick chase. 

The moment he’s also in the bathroom he gives the stranger a small glance. His head tilts to the side and he crosses his arms. How does he convince this stranger that he means no harm...? There are probably plenty of ways... But there’s one sticking out as the obvious considering what he’s already set up. He takes a step closer and pushes a hand gently over his own heart.

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you! Please don’t... run away from me.” He lets his voice sound sad. “I was just so shocked... I didn’t think I would ever find someone else like me out here.”

[hansoladv-blog]

Reliance Alliance

[hansoladv-blog]

Bingbing~

( ... )

“Has word gone around so fast?” surprise is feigned, though it’s an act that purposely stands out as being fake – it was, after all. A laugh escapes past rosy lips as a dismissive wave of the hand is given in regards to her question, “I’m only messing around, please don’t mind me. I’d be glad for the two of us to hold a conversation,” on cue, she steps to the side and draws the door open to the fullest, leaving more than enough room for the other to enter. “There are two things that I’ll ask from you before we begin, though. First, I’d like to know what your name is. And second—“ a pause comes as she steps away from the door and turns on her heel in order to head back into the living area, “Please close the door once you are inside.”

It takes only a few seconds her to re-enter the living room and then a few seconds more for the pillows on the sofa to be arranged into place; the room was tidy as it was, but that didn’t stop her for making small adjustments where they were due. By the time her guest joins her in the living area, Bingbing turns towards him with a smile and gestures towards the couch in her vicinity, “Make yourself comfortable, don’t be shy.” Once the invitation is made, she picks up the glass of water from the coffee table and crossing towards the door that lead into the kitchen, “Before we begin, is there anything that I can get you? Tea, water or perhaps some coffee?”

Words rattle around in his head for just a moment. She’s joking with him about how quickly word about her has gotten around, and it honestly makes him just a bit nervous. He keeps his expression even enough, but his smile widens just a bit at the edges. He’s trying a little to hard. Normally he wouldn’t slip up like this. Normally he wouldn’t care, but right now he’s already feeling sick at the idea that he might tell this woman anything. He’s not in a good head space, but he has to pretend. He needs to play it up. So he just gives a small laugh- eyes sliding to the floor for a moment. It’s ok if she thinks he’s shy. Most people do. It’s his usual act.

He steps in with a small nod of the head when she’s out of the way. He’s keeping his eyes on her- if only slightly. She seems kind enough, but considering himself, Hansol doesn’t exactly trust what’s appearing on the outside. The medical specialist here is, after all, Yongsun. You would think someone with medical knowledge would want to use it to help people, but that’s not Yongsun. Oh no... That’s not her at all. It certainly wouldn’t shock Hansol too much if this Bingbing was the same way... Though he’s holding his judgement... for now.

“Ah! I’m so rude. I’m sorry.” He bites his lip and shakes his head a little. The nervousness in the action is easier to fake, probably because it isn’t. It’s just channeled into something he isn’t actually nervous about. “My name is Kim Hansol. It’s nice to meet you.” There’s a small bow given just with his head before he’s looking up with the same smile. He closes the door very gently before tailing after the woman. She’s cleaning up slightly, which he assumes is normal. Most people prefer a certain set up when there are guests. Also, he did show up uninvited. She likely wasn’t even close to being ready for company.

He glances around yet again when she tells him to make himself comfortable. As if he can honestly do that. He nods none the less and sits on the couch. His posture is a bit stiff, but at this point he’s playing the nerves as a part of his act. There’s no point in trying to hide them anymore. He just needs to make it seem like they aren’t... what they are. He’s not nervous about talking to her for fear of what she might think or say... No, he’s just nervous because he’s shy. Nervous because he isn’t familiar with this place. He’s just... nervous.

“Thank you, but I’m alright... I don’t plan to take up too much of your time.” He waves a hand gently at the offer- looking back over his shoulder. “I wouldn’t want to take advantage of your kindness...”

He wants to grimace at that, but he doesn’t. He feels weird saying it. It’s not that, it’s that he doesn’t feel like he can drink anything. He might fidget with the glass or shake holding it. He doesn’t want to let anything show, and that means he has to be on his guard. She can’t see him break down. He’s going to make sure of it. This is just going to be a calm talk so he can sort out his mind. That’s it... That’s... it.