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can we just ignore the fact that it took me a year to respond to one thread? thanks my dudes
ENTALON.
it’s so overwhelming, standing around so many tipsy bodies awaiting for the new year and just not giving up the nonsense chatter. gratifying as it was, minsung is used to it. because this is what fame does to you and he can’t give it up, not now, not when he’s at its peak. so he dismisses the feeling of something missing and smiles from ear to ear and talks even more nonsense until he senses a weight of sorts. the unmistakeable cutting edge prickling the nape of your neck; a stare. his stare. at that moment, minsung feels his mind collapse around him as he turns away without a word.
how can you feel so much in so little time and not die ?
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the silence behind his words flares the furnace in his chest. exhaustion, exhaustion, exasperation / he wants to argue but he cannot — this is his fault and his fault alone. he ran on a hibernated injury and awoke what should’ve been dead by now, and now he was attempting to abandon the responsibility of it, but hyungsoo didn’t have enough fingers to point the blame because no matter what they all pointed right back to him / no mirror, just sin. there was a reason guilt was part of the seven deadly.
but so was pride.
i would like to make a sincere apology for my absence. my mental health is not quite great right now and my motivation has dropped harshly, and jonghyun’s death is taking a big toll on me again. i will return soon, but i just need some time to recover and care for myself. i will see you all soon.
❛ who the fuck do you think you’re calling an ENORMOUS CUNT BITCH? ❜
❛ you’re not wrong i just wanna say thanks. ❜
yo!!! so, i finally fuckin finished hyungsoo’s relationship page ( with the exception of one part, but i have to talk to mary for that one ) but for now you can read it here!!! this said, i’m finally done cleaning up hyungsoo’s outdated information, so now, the real shit starts
abstract prompts.
thirty-five abstract prompts to inspire you. inspired by this meme.
Does it still hurt to think about?
It only comes at night.
Silence in the woods.
Your suitcase is empty.
Unconfirmed sighting.
It’s still heavy.
The war lasted five, long years.
The stars are going out.
She had feathers in her hair.
Silence so loud it deafens.
Invisible chains are the strongest.
Three years have passed, and it still feels like yesterday.
Uneven scales.
Just this once, the Universe responds.
Stealing to survive.
A mountain that only grows as you climb it.
Losing the ability to feel.
The taste of sunlight.
Never come back. Never.
Things only seen by the trees.
Something illuminated in the darkness.
Red, like life.
What sinks in water, and floats in air?
It was only a dream.
Sensing destruction before it happens.
Fleeting moments.
What happens while everyone sleeps.
It only exists when you look at it.
They returned alone.
Only one wish.
Stolen moments.
Unbelonging.
Footprints in the snow, stopping suddenly.
It lives in the woods.
Seeking shelter.
hey there!!! i had some time this morning so i tweaked my rules a bit! everything is pretty much up to date with it & there wasn’t a major change or anything so if you read it recently you shouldn't have to again ! however, there is one important thing i did add regarding my formatting!! before i clarify, i will say this: i do realize that formatting can be really confusing & hard to read sometimes!! so please let me know if you need it explained/altered so it can be simpler, i’ll happily accommodate it! anyway, here’s what i added:
from this point on, because my writing style has changed as well as my formatting style, in my responses/drabbles, anything that is only bolded like this is myself, the mun, speaking . so, yes, i’m breaking the fourth wall quite often. that shit doesn’t exist in my house. & hyungsoo is dumb as all hell most of the time so i have to yell at him ( & it gives me a good laugh tbh. ) anything that is both underlined & italicized like this are hyungsoo’s thoughts! if there’ s any confusion with this ( which i’m sure there will be because even i got confused with my own shit lmao ) please ask about it! that’s all for this morning!
& with that, i’m going to bed bc it’s one am & i’m a responsible student. bye.
( @entalon ) the unfortunate.
‘ hyungsoo. ’ ‘ yeah? ’ ‘ this isn’t just another friday night, is it? ’ silence. ‘ this is real, isn’t it? ’ a shuffle as the bed sheets were pushed away. ‘ we’re not drunk again / this isn’t what it was before. ’ ‘ minsung. ’ ‘ yeah? ’ ‘ you’re right. we don’t get drunk to do this anymore. ’ ‘ what does that mean? ’ ‘ i— i don’t know.’ but he knows.
i want to make something clear. originally, hyungsoo’s story line was made to be currently with his second boyfriend, pinjui, of who he would be living with. however, I've altered it to accommodate some recent changes, & now, well, pinjui is fuckin dead y’all. he died in a car crash like minyoung did, & tbh that’s that. so like, a fuck load more trauma for hyungsoo, but as far as currently, minsung & hyungsoo have a bit of a complicated relationship. that’s all i got
well,,,, i certainly never thought i would return here. however, I've decided to revive this blog ( at least for awhile ) since i’m reviving cheng’s blog, so i’ll be altering a lot of stuff here, but as of now, I've updated my rules page! within the next few days, I will also be making alterations to hyungso’s character & explaining some character development that has taken place. i’m excited to see you guys again!!!
où le loup trouve un agneau,
THE BURNT CHILD DREADS THE FLAME.
il y en cherce un nouveau.
2, 13
2: Are you doing what you believe in, or are you settling for what you are doing?
hyungsoo is happy with what he’s doing. maybe not with himself entirely, but with his job & his school, he’s very happy with it. he’s wanted to do it for a long time & when his parents finally let him it was a really big deal for him.
13: What do you love? Have any of your recent actions openly expressed this love?
he loves art. music, paint, dancing -- he really loves art. he works hard as a trainee & he’s pretty damn expressive with it, as he pours everything he has into his music & his dance, even into his studies in art. but, he also loves pinjui & minyoung. he doesn’t show it much, since hes always busy & stressed & occupied, but he does.
character development asks. | accepting.
[drunk text] Omf g you need to get over here now I think I’m dying 👌👌am i late
hyungsoo stared at his illuminated phone in bewilderment / the clock read 3:45 – no surprise to him, of course, just to who was texting. long fingers aim for the device & his conscience is met with a familiar name, the roll of his eyes sparking his fingers into luring out response / there was nothing new with this feat. minsung was one who did this often, apologizing time & time again until the next friday night rolled around.
to: minnie
( txt. ) you always say that when you’re drunk & craving affection, minsung.( txt. ) i’m not coming over to be gay with your ass again.( txt. ) just hurry up & get a boyfriend already.
more texts for you bitches | accepting.
TOMORRXWS.
Just his luck. The one stranger he picks from so many passing by can’t even understand him – this is laughably typical. The prophet immediately snickers to himself, nicotine-stained teeth peeking out from under his lips as he gives the stranger a grin. Should he have figured? Definitely. He has to ponder for a moment whether his questions are important enough for him to try and struggle with the limited amount of other languages he knows. Hikaru already knows his sleep-deprived brain will muddle it all together in between. “Okay, okay, uh … English, then? Korean? Help me out here, buddy,” he says in a mix of both tongues and immediately snickers again. This is too amusing.
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Reaching up, he briefly tousles his own hair, messing its silvery strands up further. There’s never been regret in him for dropping out of school or stopping to attend those few night classes afterwards but now, the prophet can’t help but think that he should have at least endured his language lessons (beyond JSL, anyhow). Oh well, whatever. None of this is gonna matter soon. He sighs softly, eyes sweeping over the stranger’s form expectantly, nonchalantly. Does he care that he disturbed the other’s peace? Not really.
flat / his expression is nothing more, nothing less. hyungsoo had no time to be sarcastic, his work desired all of his attention & he was already risking the little time he had on hand by even SATISFYING the demands of his body. one person who didn’t have the mind to speak the language of the land & act frustrated when he didn’t connect the foreign syllables had no place to put his success in jeopardy / his tongue is chiseled ice as he speaks — dipped in poison / lethal injections with every stab. ❛ korean, ❜ he snaps, eyes leveled on the stranger. ❛ i speak korean, dipshit, since we’re in korea. the hell are you, coming here &wasting my time? what he hell do you want? ❜
ENTALON.
fingers drummed to the background song’s tempo, adagietto. even he is unsure as to why the extempore change of plans, inviting hyunsoo to a café without previous thought. if he were to describe themselves, he’d said spontaneous, impromptu, having been in several abrupt meetings. nonetheless, they were the ones he most got to enjoy. hanging out with hyunsoo was like break, a limbo, a grey area, a deep breath. fatigued trapezius, obdurate dropping eyelids, fidgety digits— it came into a halt when accompanied by the other; he enjoyed his presence. even if the bloodstain still hadn’t gone from his door frame.
to: zucchini
txt. i’m already here, txt. are you far? txt. bring me something too
his fingers wrapped tightly around the door handle as he tugged it shut harshly. hyungsoo had not issue song out to meet the boy / it was a routine, something they did often. they had similar backgrounds & everything — near IDENTICAL in where they hurt, the two found no issue embarking upon swallowing the nails each other had pierced through their hands / fingers digging into the flesh of his tongue. be it in sexual relation or not, hyungsoo felt compelled to be by minsung’s side when the man desired him to be there / his hands poised to take hold of all the broken pieces of him when he could not hold his own — & minsung did the same. for what it was worth, meeting minsung was no big deal / it was a blessing of sorts; one he, himself, drank in greedily the way icarus drank in the sun’s rays.
but the sun had burned icarus / that much he knew. icarus had soared willing, accepting a GLORIOUS DEFEAT & hyungsoo did the exact same, stuffing sandwhichs & a bottle of vodka into his bag before rushing out — flames licking at his feet soothed only by a concoction of OVERDOSES & distilled alcohol, kissing softly at his neck & whispering give in, baby / don’t leave me. but he will / running across streets & through crowded sidewalks he heaved himself away from the wildfire his heart fed graciously, thirsting for a man that kept it under control better than his own lover ever had. being there was just one of the things he could do for minsung when his blood remained on his door frame — it was all he could do.
hyungsoo stares at minsung from the cafe’s window, his chest rushing to catch up with him.
to: minnie
( txt. ) i’m here too. ( txt. ) i brought everything we need. ( txt. ) look out the window.
INTULE.
HOW ANTAGONISTICALLY PERVERSE . joints crack . “ ah , why’s that ? ‘snt that … masochistic ? submissive ? who taught you that ? you know , being so open ? ” venom on his teeth in punitive rancor . in protracted inner snivel . the ire / acerbity’s inbred , from father’s father through father to virulent son , to grim bark & grimmer bite . vexed maw hail a mouthful of blood , of vindictive animosity , & gulps , swallows for eons . taemin’s fingers grab his hair . push . wall’s dense as it scuff bitten knuckle . “ i fucking do . and what do you do ? what will you do ? fight back ? c’mon , you got money to live for . at least try . lemme see . ”
AH, AH / how nice it was to to feel his jaw split against the brick. it makes him moan, causes his eyes to roll back in bliss / the wall pulsed beneath his hands & hyungsoo laughed into it’s throbbing heartbeat, laughing lusciously over the song of the drugs in his ears — overdosed. there was nothing better than fighting the one man that almost died because of him once before / he never should’ve been with minyoung — he’s mine / he was yours / he still is. ❛ who taught me? who do you think taught me, boy-- he did, minyoung did / who else would it have been? ❜ he snarls, glass shards crunching in his fists as he throws it, generously / THOUGHTFULLY. he was thirsting the pretty sight of blood, one he’d only ever seen between bed sheets & hospital coverings — caked thick on his lips / he still ached to kiss them. ❛ i’ve been fighting back for years, taemin, the both of us have.
❛ & you know what? neither of them are coming back. ❜