yoo sanha

yoo sanha. 28. ilmyo bound. ( the only difference between the saint and the sinner is that every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future. )

[hrssanha]

hrsjooyoung​:

he takes a step closer, tucking his hands into his pockets as he leans forward a seemingly friendly grin tugging at the corners of his lips. he wants to make sure sanha hears this. “So now that we’ve cleared the air on that, I’m going to say this in terms that even a jock like you should understand.”

the smile fades from his lips, “Back off.” 

comedy gold. annoyance leaks from every part of jooyoung’s body. his face, his voice, even his gestures. sanha’s barely even started and it seems that the older already has had enough. sadly, it is barely even a challenge anymore. does he really think anything he says or does is going to make an impact? what a fool. 

‘she told you i’m a great guy, huh?’ that is really all sanha got from his monologue. who cared if jooyoung hated his guts? as a matter of fact, the elder had merely been fueling his pride, as well as his desire to get him all worked up. ‘i hate to tell you this,’ sanha continues. a lie. he loves to tell jooyoung this, ‘but that is an awful lot better than what she has to say about you.’ he pauses for a moment, looking pensive. an act. he looks back at jooyoung with a worried expression upon his face--or is it pity? ‘i am not sure if i should share this with you.. ah. it’s not really my place to tell, is it?’ sanha carefully studies the other’s face, testing it for any kind of reaction. ‘forget about it. that’s between you two to solve.’ 

he rests his hand on jooyoung shoulder, shooting him a saccharine smile. ‘hey, thanks for the drinks, bud--’ unexpectedly, another one of his attempts to rile jooyoung up gets interrupted by the man himself. sanha would’ve never thought he’d had it in him; firing back and attempting (although weakly) to threaten him. it takes a second for sanha to process the situation, eyebrows raised as if to question the elder. then he only barely manages to bite back his laughter and releases his hand again. 

‘back off? from what? last time i checked, you were the one joining our party. how is it my fault that you feel threatened whenever your girlfriend does so much as look at me?’ he questions, looking oddly satisfied. ‘jealousy doesn’t look good on you, jooyoung. so i am going to say this in terms even a nobody like you would understand.’ the words are repeated in a mocking tone, similar to the way sanha had just been addressed by him. ‘get better or get lost. your girlfriend is the only reason you are here in the first place. so before you start acting all high and mighty,’ sanha says, leaning in a bit further to close the distance between them, ‘please consider this: if i wanted to date mina, i would. you are not dumb enough to think that she would actually choose you over me if given the chance. so again, mind the attitude, or see what happens next.’ far too many words spent on someone that is really not worthy of his time--and yet his lips curl upwards effortlessly after he is done speaking. ‘time to go back now. mina must be wondering what’s been taking me--us, so long.’ 

[hrssanha]

( hi guys!! due to very full schedules i will be on a hiatus until next week sunday, just in case i don’t manage to write and i don’t want to risk getting kicked out. seems like it might not even be needed though (but i guess that’s only good??) (i just can’t resist getting on here, rip)

anyhow, tumblr apparently was still eating all of my thread titles, so i just fixed that as well! i hope i will be able to write more before the actual end of my hiatus, but even if not, you can always find me on discord for (slow) plotting :> 

hope y’all have a great weekend!!! )

[hrssanha]

INTO THE DARK NIGHT

kaeunhrs​:

“it appears that we are, i don’t see anything special or out of the ordinary,” kaeun chimes in as she finally peels her eyes away from the scenery. “thank you, sanha, you’re a true gentleman. swan was such a lucky girl to have you in her life. i wouldn’t mind holding your hand at all,” the words that leave her lips are almost said with a childish innocence, but her smile tells an entirely different tale. “you probably have very soft hands too. perfect for holding.”    

it is out of character for sanha to take this long to finally figure out just how uncomfortable the situation has kaeun feeling. her words had not made much of an impact as he guided their way through the forest. more than fear, it had seemed like genuine excitement; a healthy amount of nerves that he himself had felt coursing through his veins as well. wasn’t that exactly why they were here? both an adventure, and maybe, just maybe, some clue as to what else had been on that sketchy tape? 

but now that she is standing right in front of him, it finally hits him. and perhaps it is only right for someone to be scared up here, especially heo kaeun, who had indeed been a target before. he can see it in her eyes, genuine discomfort. horror. it is gone as soon as it had come, but here is no mistaken such raw emotion.

‘there is no better way to overcome your fears than to face them directly,’ sanha finally speaks. rich words coming from someone who has been running from his greatest fear ever since high school. someone who had not known just how fast he could run until he had to burn down all of jungsoo’s evidence. and little did he know that kaeun belonged to the very few people who had actually been aware of it all. heaven knew he wouldn’t be here if he did. hell, he might have even helped set that car on fire. 

instead, he gently touches her wrist; squeezes it lightly to comfort her. ‘besides, i am here with you now. you’ve got nothing to worry about.’ soft words of consolation, all of which are spoken true. whatever it is that may come at them, he can handle--but he doubts anything is going to happen at all. perhaps meet some other lone adventurers, and that would probably be as exciting as it gets. 

he curiously quirks a brow at the mention of swan; grants kaeun a sweet smile after.

‘i was lucky to have her, too.’ behold, the first lie that slips from his lips that night. there had been no girl more perfect to have by his side during his high school years, but lucky? not at all. he’d much rather have spend it with someone else just a little bit longer. ‘but she is no more than a good friend to me now, and you are free to grab my hand if you do feel the need to.’ finally, he lets go again. readies himself to set up their tents instead. ‘i just want to make sure you are comfortable. at best, we’ll figure out who has been after you all this time. they can’t stay in hiding forever.’

[hrssanha]

OLD HABITS DIE HARD. 

he nudges her lightly and she tilts her head to the side to examine him with glittering eyes,  a strangely unreadable expression despite the grin on her lips. “worried i’m going to get struck down next?” she teases, “word on the street is it was kitaek or minseok anyway, so shouldn’t i be plenty safe?” she can’t help the sardonic bitterness that laces the words, displeased with the use of childish cliques to paint her friends suspects. “you seem like you’re having a lot of fun tonight.” she adds, lends a stabilizing touch to his elbow as he claims partial sobriety, a notion that amuses. 

‘i never took you as the kind of person who’d need an invitation to show up.’ they are words spoken with a drunken kind of ease; words that could easily be taken the wrong way. just because sanha means no harm, doesn’t mean he isn’t inflicting any. but isn’t that the general issue with him? he just does and says whatever it is he feels like, with little regards to the possible consequences of it. he’s never been one to worry much about others’ feelings, anyway.

 but he is stuck in this act of his, still. making sure to uphold his spotless reputation and paint himself in a good light. and at what point does an act become a reality? when one does no longer have to think about their next move or words? yoo sanha has become what he has always played himself out to be. it’s just a shame that one cannot simply change their hearts, too. 

he is probably far more of a fraud than seoyul could ever be. 

for a moment, he falls quiet. studies her in silence; the ways in which she talks and moves never identical to the next. there is beauty in drama, sanha has always agreed to that. it might have been what lured him to seoyul in the first place. the constant mystery lurking over her. how she’d so easily seemed to get lost in her own stories, too. sometimes he wishes escaping could be that easy. 

but alas, it isn’t. in trying to get his mind off of kitaek, seems like this had been the wrong place to come. his features visibly twist from charm to disgust at the mention of his name, and he cannot help but to roll his eyes at her. ‘do you think that just because you are their friend, you are safe?’ the words spill from his lips before he can think to swallow them, the memory of their little talk still fresh in his mind. ‘that’s cute, but naive. you shouldn’t trust a psychopath’s word.’ blame the alcohol? perhaps. but the venom is still rushing through his blood, and he hates that half the town seems to take it all as lightly as a joke. 

the sudden rush of adrenaline has him dizzy; stumbling for a moment. it takes a second for him to stabilize himself, frown still in place when his eyes find seoyul again. ‘seoyul.’ her name sounds more grim this time, similar to the solemn look on his face. though in all fairness, he is too drunk for it to be actually taken seriously. ‘don’t hang around them all by yourself anymore, alright? i don’t want your vigil to be the next one i’m visiting.’ gently, he tucks the locks of her hair back behind her ear for a second time. finally shows her a smile again; a somewhat patronizing one, but (half) a smile nonetheless. ‘please, be careful. i know you are smart enough to know they are no good.’

[hrssanha]

✄ party foul

hrsjooyoung​:

he resists the urge to roll his eyes. he finally turns over his shoulder, noticing the distance between them lessened as they yell at each other over the music. he glances down at the empty glass in his hand before reaching over to grip sanha’s shoulder - tightly. “Hey, I think we all need a refill!” there’s a few cheers from the others scattered around the lounge area. he’d regret the offer after checking his balance later. “Mind helping me flag down a bottle girl?” he doesn’t wait for an answer and starts to direct him towards the bar and away from mina. 

clubbing in hongdae is not a thing sanha does very often. his nights out are usually spend in ilmyo, boring as it might be in comparison to the bustling city life of seoul. he’s still got college to tend to, however. soccer. the hotel. his parents’ occasional fundraisers. a reputation to uphold that comes with it all. spending his weekends in seoul would ultimately lead to his downfall, and he’s got enough responsibility not to make a habit out of it.

but it doesn’t hurt to escape ilmyo every once in awhile. seoul is anonymous enough for him to let loose more than he ever could in their hometown, and his money can still buy him into any club with no questions asked. doesn’t everyone deserve some quality time with their friends from time to time? 

all the alcohol consumed is already messing with his better judgment when they are joined by another group of friends. well, most of them are friends. sanha hardly notices the few irrelevant faces that gather inside of the room; focuses only on the ones he does know. ‘you came!’ arms envelop him into a tight hug, barely granting him the chance to save his drink from spilling all over. not that anyone would notice at this point. sanha grants the female a bright smile when she finally pulls back; one that grows all the bigger when he spots the sour face of kim jooyoung not too far behind her. wonderful. she brought entertainment, too. ‘what took you so long? did the guards give you a hard time because of your company?’ feigned concern; a bat of his lashes. he smiles at jooyoung, as if he hadn’t just taken a jab at mina’s very own boyfriend. 

it goes on for a little while, their little chitter-chat. sanha barely pays attention to most of what she’s saying. his eyes are focused not so much on her words as they are on her lips; they way they pout ever so slightly when she speaks of the boys that wouldn’t stop staring at her, and the way she can’t entirely fight the smile that comes with it. what kind of girl didn’t like that kind of attention, after all? she was pretty enough to turn heads, even in seoul. it was beyond him that someone like her would settle for kim jooyoung out of all people. choices. not her strong suit, clearly. 

kim jooyoung. speak of the devil and he will come. do you need anything? the words nearly spill, but he swallows them quickly. he figures it would be far more satisfying to act the hero than the villain, and decides to ignore jooyoung’s true intentions. besides, they really did need refills. ‘i’ll be back soon.’ he removes himself from the elder’s grasp and straightens his blouse; shoots mina a playful wink just to get back at jooyoung for daring to touch him. what on earth was the guy thinking? 

‘why can’t you go by yourself? are you worried they are going to ignore you?’ because you look cheap? once again, he is dying to add the words, but leaves it to the other to fill in the blanks for himself. he isn’t stupid, is he? it takes less than a minute for sanha to actually get his order down. two bottle sets of grey goose, with chasers of orange juice and tonic. pricey (for anyone that is not yoo sanha or in his direct circle of friends). then he halts the order for a second, shooting jooyoung a quizzical look. ‘this one was on you, right? or should i order a cheaper brand?’ he taunts in a sugary sweet voice, though he shoots the other a serious look, and adds in a whisper, ‘if you don’t have the money, i can pay for it too. no worries.’

[hrssanha]

GO HARD OR GO HOME

namshinhrs​:

“‘sides i have better things to relieve my stress.” he gives his pocket a gentle pat.

a bonfire after a respectful vigil is not exactly the right place to get drunk. this much anyone should know. however, it is even less of a place to lash out and start a fight with others. wouldn’t it be much politer for him to go into a blissful state of oblivion? the emptier the flask, the more sound his logic becomes. sanha snickers at his own genius thoughts. 

‘you are probably right--i do. i owe you one for that. anything you need.’ dangerous words to speak to someone like nam shinwoo, who might hold them against him at any point in time. sanha isn’t stupid--not to that degree, at least. he is well aware that he isn’t on shinwoo’s list of favorite people around town. he is also well aware that shinwoo wouldn’t be enough of an idiot to publicly start a fight with him. ever. the beauty of power, isn’t it? he could care less what the mayor’s son thought of him, as long as he kept the illusion of their friendship alive. didn’t that make the two of them all the more powerful? near invincible, he thinks. and chuckles again at the thought of it. frankly, he has never had a problem with shinwoo himself. there had been some issues during their time in the football team--but that was about it. and even then, they were mostly solved privately, or simply ignored and forgotten. shinwoo might not show it in the ways that sanha did, but he is convinced that the male enjoys the attention just the same. who wouldn’t in this otherwise bore of a town?

people like to think many things about yoo sanha; including that he can’t handle his liquor all too well. that’s where they are wrong. he’s near emptied the flask before he realises it. quickly downs the last drops of it too. bliss. again, he smiles; finally, kitaek’s words have been soaked up by the alcohol. his existence is irrelevant, his words empty. it’s time to enjoy now. ‘thanks,’ he speaks again, no more sincere than he had done the first time. he simply pushes the flask back into the younger’s hands; curiously raises an eyebrow at him. ‘so why are you not using them? don’t you want to have some fun?’ there is an excited twinkle in his eyes. childlike as much as it is daring. ‘c’mon. i remember you being more fun than this.’

[hrssanha]

into the dark night

@kaeunhrs​

curiosity killed the cat. the sentence has been playing on repeat in the back of his head ever since he agreed to escort kaeun into the forest. it is highly questionable that following up on a strange recording with nothing but beeping  was a good idea. hell, it was a terrible idea if you considered the fact that it was probably directly linked to the ilmyo’s murders. and yet sanha finds himself side to side with one of his oldest friends, carrying both their backpacks like the gentleman he wants everyone to believe that he is. 

it might have been kaeun who first proposed to go and figure out the meaning behind it all. discover the truth. a joke, he had assumed. no more than a silly suggestion thrown in between their third beer and second bottle of soju. turns out, it had been less of a silly suggestion and more of a genuine urge to chase after the thrill of the unknown. if kaeun had the courage to go straight into the lion’s den, then what kind of a man would he be to back out by himself? more importantly, what kind of a man would he be to let kaeun go there by herself? it was no secret that people were already coming after the poor girl--he couldn’t just sit back and watch it all happen. besides, yoo sanha wasn’t going to let himself get scared off by some weird voice notes. not even if they were related to a murderer.

‘so, tell me. do you actually believe we’re gonna find something?’ personally? he wasn’t all too sure what he was expecting out of it. with how many lunatics were freely walking around in ilmyo these days, it might very well have been nothing but a prank. he wouldn’t be too surprised by it; there was already a handful of names he could list that he’d deem capable of doing so. still, the thought of chasing after something so eery was exciting in itself. just a visit wouldn’t do it any justice. they’d have to stay overnight to actually experience the thrill of it all. 

and even if it had been nothing but a fabricated myth, they could always resort to the drinks he had stowed away in his own bag.

‘we’re here. i think.’ his eyes scan the surroundings; unsure what to look for exactly, but still hoping to find something. he gives up easily. instead, his gaze lingers on kaeun, lips curving into a teasing grin. ‘you can always grab my hand if you get scared, kaeun.’ her name comes out sweetly, followed by a gentle nudge of his elbow. ‘i will not tease you for it. you have my word.’ and a playful wink at that. 

[hrssanha]

[hrssanha]

OLD HABITS DIE HARD

seoyulhrs​:

her lips twitch, into the slightest hint of a smug grin. who wouldn’t want to be missed, after all - least of all the town lunatic, ostracized to a misfit band of friends currently being accused of murder, at least by the rumor mill.  if there is one thing that brightens seoyul’s attitude it’s the feeling of being wanted,  after all - she’s so easily pleased. “why would you bother missing me, i’ve not gone anywhere.” despite her best efforts, the town is a bear trap around her ankle. “you’re very drunk,” she adds helpfully, pats his cheek lightly as she does.  

‘how can you not miss me?’ conceited words, though not to be taken all too seriously with the condition that yoo sanha currently finds himself in. especially when he dares flashing her a mischievous grin in a weak attempt to be charming. not an easy thing to do when it takes full focus to stay straight on your feet. doesn’t he get points for trying, though? 

truthfully, there is no doubt that sanha was to blame for their lack of encounters. after they had officially broken things off, the man had been wise enough to stay clear from her as much as he could. that was only way he knew how to deal with tricky situations. ignore them, and they will eventually disappear. hell, he couldn’t even feel guilty about it. 

but even now, seoyul is a sight for sore eyes. he doesn’t really wanna bother with anyone; doesn’t want to get agitated more than he already was. it was the perfect kind of distraction. even just speaking to her has his heart beating just a little faster. the thrill that had come from sneaking around; the fear of getting caught. he can still feel it in his veins. in a way, he is not that much unlike seoyul at all. doesn’t he also thrive on secrets? granted, they aren’t as colorful as seoyul’s are, but they are his own way to escape reality, too.

well, that, and getting drunk. 

‘really?’ feigned surprise, though seoyul’s gentle touches are unexpected and add truth to the confusion in his eyes. ‘i must have been too busy to notice.’ lie. ‘you could’ve dropped by the hotel, you know.’ stupid. he doesn’t even understand why he is purposely trying to ruin his own life. it is not like he actually missed her presence all that much. her showing up at the hotel would cause nothing but trouble. then again, nothing he wouldn’t be able to save himself from, and he just wants her to say that she missed him too. it almost turns into a game. 

he nudges her, gently. grants her a sugary sweet smile and honey laced words. ‘it’s dangerous to walk around here by yourself at this time. you are very lucky i am now here to protect you. even if i am slightly intoxicated.’ 

if all else fails, he could always become an actor.

[hrssanha]

old habits die hard

@seoyulhrs​

it is too early to say whether sanha’s decision to get wasted had been a good or a bad one. ( though, in a town like ilmyo, is it ever really a good one? ).

positive: who was ahn kitaek? it seemed that the liquor had fixed exactly why sanha had turned to shinwoo in the first place: forget about that creep and calm down his anger. 

negative: his attention had now been snatched by another, no less dangerous visitor. kim seoyul. technically, the girl should have been harmless. she had lost all her credibility back in the days, when swan had exposed her and she continued to churn up lies as if it were nothing. it had been endearing for a good while; watching her eyes glow with all the lies she had spun her web with. quite admirable too, in a way. it took skill to come up with an entirely new world to live in. perhaps some day, she could become a famous author. hell, he’d pay money to read those books.

and yet that didn’t change the fact that he should not be around her. regardless of seoyul’s reputation, people did talk. and in ilmyo, gossip always spread like wildfire. not that sanha didn’t like to be the talk of the town; he just preferred it to be in a slightly more flattering way.

( but let’s face it: the man really wasn’t in a state to make great decisions in the first place. )

‘seoyul.’ the taste of her name on his lips is almost foreign. how long had it been since he had last talked to her? surely, he had good reasons to avoid her--but feelings are not to be ignored, and this one almost has him feeling nostalgic. to say that he had ever loved her would be a far stretch; but there had definitely been something. for a while, at least. 

he flashes her a cheeky grin, resisting the urge to lace his fingers with her. he would have, about 5 years ago. somewhere in the back of the room, in the deep of the night. would have led her away from all the noise; away from the party. but that was then, and his subconsciousness seems to remember it better than sober him had done. feelings don’t lie, after all. 

‘haven’t you missed me?’ slurred words, arrogance mixed with a slight sense of curiosity. it’s a good thing most of the town had either left the party, or got too intoxicated to be minding other people’s business. ‘you wanna know a secret?’ gently, he curls a strand of her locks around his finger, tucking it carefully behind her ear. then he leans in to whisper, as if anyone would hear him if he didn’t. as if it added truth to his inebriated confession. ‘i did miss you.’

[hrssanha]

playtime is over.

[hrssanha]

hrskitaek‌:

“you really wanna strangle me?” kitaek tips his head back like an invitation, but his voice sounds more like a come on. 

sanha might kill him for it, but at the moment it seems worth it. 

boy, kitaek really does have quite the nerve to be talking to him this way, to even dare speak of his mother. beat cop? he wishes. at least then he could’ve made sure kitaek would not be walking around freely anymore. how hard could it possibly be?

‘that’s rich, coming from you. you know, the one person known to always pry into other people’s business. to follow people around without their knowledge, to stalk girls, to collect their pictures--need i go on? and you are telling me to mind my own business?’ no matter what way he spins the words, they fail to make any sense to him. if anything, they could have passed off as some poorly delivered joke; but kitaek’s face is dead serious, and it almost makes sanha pity the guy. almost. 

it confirms once again what he had already known: this guy’s head is not screwed on right. and now he is pushing it. testing sanha’s limits. he would have considered it mindless blabbering if not for the fact that the women around him blindly seem to fall for his misunderstood little lamb act. how many times had he warned ahra already? how many times until she finally listened to him? 

and then there is his ominous remarks about jungsoo. empty words become dangerous when there are secrets hidden underneath them. the threats could be just that: empty words, spoken by a crazy guy who enjoys freaking people out. but his eyes catch hold of the device in kitaek’s pocket, and it immediately has his mind racing. had they been careful enough? had they been too obvious? if anyone had been able to notice, it would only make sense for it to be the guy with eyes in the back of his head. but if he had, then why had he never made those pictures public? surely, he mustn’t have kept them safe all those years to protect either one of them? and anyway; had anything worthy of capturing ever really happened at the school grounds? 

he swallows. hard. there is no way kitaek can prove anything or he would have done so right after jungsoo went missing. what, he missed the perfect moment and was looking for a do-over? ‘jungsoo was my good friend. everyone knows that. what exactly are you trying to insinuate here?’ 

part of him is ready to punch kitaek right in the face. he deserves it. but there’s eyes prying in the back of his head; sanha can feel them. he can hear their whispers brimmed with curiosity. kitaek and him make for an odd pair, so it is only natural for the town to wonder what they might be talking about. 

in kitaek’s case: nonsense. foolish words that should make him laugh just by how pathetic they are. however, the mood to laugh at kitaek is long gone. if only he knew how tempting his offer had been; how badly he would want to slip his fingers around the younger’s throat and squeeze, right there and then. 

disgusting. 

‘very classy. i never mentioned pictures of myself, but i am glad to hear you do have some good taste at the very least.’ 

he shudders. the image in his head is far too vivid to his liking, as much as he tries to block it. how did the conversation end up like this? how had jungsoo become the topic and why was he still wasting his time here? a simple warning should have sufficed. 

‘we’re clear then? you stop messing with this town, and i’ll leave you be. sounds good?’ 

the hatred in his eyes conflicts with the feigned smile that tugs on his lips. ‘cool. great catching up with you.’ his words are as loud as the (less than) friendly pat on kitaek’s back is rough. without leaving the other any chance of throwing in another comment, sanha turns his back on him and returns to the party. high time for a drink or two.

[hrssanha]

GO HARD OR GO HOME

namshinhrs‌:

“now, pray tell, yoo sanha, what has your knickers in a twist? did that creepy piece of shit, ahn kitaek, do something to you?” he asks nonchalantly as he stares at his nails. he picks at it bit by bit, missing the feeling of holding onto something. “normally, i’d tell you he’s no threat but i’m getting the feeling that he’s not the lost little bird he claims to be,” he says like a passing comment, putting his hands in his pockets.

to say sanha is grateful for the flask would be a lie. grateful is for people who actually take the time to fully appreciate what they’ve got. sanha? not so much. this is the result of someone who has always gotten their ways; arrogant enough to think they deserve all that their heart desires. had shinwoo not given it to him for free, he could have  easily paid for it. either way, he would have gotten what he wanted--as per usual. 

‘thanks,’ he speaks, because he does have the decency to pretend he is grateful. remember to always say please and thank you, the voice of his mother echoes in his head, and to keep smiling. that, he cannot do. it takes a lot to get underneath sanha’s skin, but somehow kitaek has made it his sole purpose in life to try him. at least, it seems to be that way. fuck him. he really does hope kitaek’s next.

he scoffs, only barely managing to tear his gaze away from the photographer. ‘to me?’ disbelief. arrogance. ‘couldn’t do shit to me if he tried.’ not entirely true. knowing kitaek, he was sure to have some kind of way to plot against him. somehow. it doesn’t scare him as much as it angers him (or so he likes to think). ‘what i wanna know is where he has found the audacity to show up at a place like this. how he is still walking around freely is beyond me.’ 

his eyes fall shut for a second or two; a feeble attempt at calming himself down. shockingly, not an effective one. so he takes a sip; another attempt. basks in the way the liquor warms his throat, and takes another deep breath. out of any place to lose his temper, this was probably one of the worst; he wasn’t going to grant that creep the pleasure of it. 

‘can’t you have your dad have him arrested?’ of course, it isn’t that easy, not even for the mayor. the words are more out of spite than an actual suggestion. instead of waiting for an answer, he takes another swig, forcing the memory out of his head. ‘forget it. i just want to erase his existence from my mind.’ pause. ‘aren’t you gonna have a drink yourself?’

[hrssanha]

melancholy

@hrsgyeowool

so, this is new. to sanha at least--but that might have more to do with how he had severed ties with gyeowool all those years ago and less with the actual frequency of her hanging out at the bar all by herself. 

it takes him a moment to process the image in front of him. slender digits holding onto the glass all but gracefully. eyes that seem too troubled to focus on one particular point for more than a few seconds. the way in which she quietly giggles to herself. it is a miracle the girl can sit up straight in the first place, he thinks. 

‘this round’s on you, sanha!’ the chattering and cheering of his friends is what eventually snaps him out of his thoughts; has him joining in on their drunken jokes and laughter. tonight had been quite the eventful night; filled with the fundraiser of his parents and the tie-breaking soccer game against their neighbourhood town (which obviously, they had won). it was the perfect time to celebrate and take a break of all the chaos that seemed to keep ilmyo on edge; but sanha’s been distracted from the very moment he’s spotted gyeowool. 

it’s rather annoying, honestly. tonight should be festive, but the male can’t seem to tear his gaze away from her. his beer’s lukewarm by the time he takes another sip of it, a problem gyeowool does not seem to be having. how could she be, when the drinks are gone the moment they are placed in front of her? 

‘c’mon, sanha. you’re way behind. either you drink with us or you go ask her number already.’ a frown. ‘her number?’ he retorts with a roll of his eyes. ‘she’d probably not even remember it.’ his comment is met with more laughter. their minds seem too clouded to realise what’s going on--and he can’t even blame them. she is just a stranger to his friends, after all. they either don’t know her, or they know her as an outcast. he should probably have just ignored her, too. simply focus on his friends and let go for the night.

but that bartender doesn’t seem to know when to stop giving her drinks, and it is starting to get on his last nerve. estranged or not, he wasn’t going to simply watch while he tried to take advantage of her. 

‘i think that’s enough.’ sanha isn’t sure exactly who the words are directed at; gyeowool, or the bartender. he shoots the guy a dangerous glare as he takes the last drink away from her. ‘time to go home, gyeowool,’ he speaks, draping her jacket over her shoulders. ‘can you still stand on your feet?’

[hrssanha]

[hrssanha]

playtime is over.

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hrskitaek‌:

“leave me like jungsoo?”

those words knock out of him hollow. kitaek had seen sanha hanging around her enough that he doesn’t have to fake the suspicious taste of the words in his mouth. 

‘and you did not think to read between the lines? delinquents are not welcome here. are you daft?’ 

note to self: add a disclaimer to open invitations next time, just so that the town won’t have to deal with unwanted visitors again. it may not be sanha’s house, but he is certain that he could manage to uninvite kitaek from just about any future event, ever. apparently he just had to be clear about it. 

it is pathetic how he is trying his hardest to pin all of this on sanha instead. almost as pathetic as the fact that he still cannot seem to stop himself from stalking after the popular girls in ilmyo. guy’s got dreams--at least sanha’s got to give him that much credit. but the feeble attempts at accusing him don’t scare him. if anything, they just get on his nerves. 

‘that won’t be necessary. you and i both know half the town wants you gone, it is only a matter of time before someone snaps.’ 

the smile that follow is sweet as honey. this time, he actually is amused. it is true. half the town does want him dead, or gone, at the very least. regardless of whether or not kitaek is behind the previous murders, he just might be the next to go. 

and he certainly will be if he continues to test sanha’s patience in the ways that he is at that very moment. 

it is only a fleeting second that he lets his guard down, but it is enough for kitaek’s jab to do its work. ‘what did you just say?’  

it had been easy to laugh at the accusations of murder. sanha had been nowhere near either goeun or donghyun, and kitaek’s desperate attempts at trying to frame him had been laughable at best. but jungsoo had happened. he had spent time together with her, and this is the first time someone actually confronts him with it. 

but it’s impossible for kitaek to know. he can’t know anything about him and jungsoo. sanha had burned everything that could possible connect himself to her. her love notes, her pictures, even her trademark headband that she used to wear around the school. if kitaek had known, he would’ve come forward with it ten years ago--not now. 

which means that he must be bluffing--and it earns him another scoff (though this one is vastly different from before; desperate, almost). ‘whoa. you truly do live in your own fantasy world, don’t you? fascinating.’ feigned admiration, covering up the nerves that he is still trying to settle. ‘is that what you get off on? accusing others for your own crimes? stalking girls? taking morbid pictures? i guess strangling you myself wouldn’t be such a bad idea, after all. i dare betting that ilmyo would consider it an act of heroism just to help them get rid of you.’

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GO HARD OR GO HOME

namshinhrs‌:

he takes out a flask and a joint case, dangles each in the man’s face. “who the hell do you think i am?” he doesn’t smile – he would on any other night, in a taunting way, knowing that sanha will never choose the latter – but he keeps that smug tone that he practically invented. “though, you’ll have to pay up to get a sip.”

sanha’s patient, alright. he usually knows well how to control his temper and how to keep his trademark smile plastered across his face. it’s not always easy, but he manages just the same. except for today. he’s just about had it with each and every person around him, and shinwoo’s condescending attitude is the last thing he needs right now. 

he rolls his eyes, contemplating whether or not this is actually worth it. truthfully, going back home and just settling at the hotel bar seemed like the better option here--but then, he didn’t trust kitaek, or jooyoung, and he had also promised jieun to bring her home afterwards. plus, what would happen if seoyul and jieun ended up talking? disaster was bound to follow him if he left so early. that was a fact.

but that didn’t make it any easier to stay here. it is clear from the ruffled look upon his face that sanha is not having a good time. it’s in the way his lips curve downwards with annoyance; the way in which his body is stiff with tension. frankly, sanha made for a very sore loser--something of which he is sure his former team mate was well aware. and this? this felt an awful lot like losing.

‘rough day?’ he raises a brow; forces a sardonic smile back upon his face. it takes him everything he’s got not to snatch the bottle right out of shinwoo’s hand and see what happens next. it is not so much that he is scared of shinwoo more so than the scene that he knows will be created if he actually dared to grab it. not today. today is not. the. day.

‘i apologise if my profanity has offended you.’ he scoffs--what a child. how had his father not disowned him yet? ‘who the hell do you think i am? money is not gonna hold me back. name your price and i’ll buy the entire flask. heaven knows it is worth it to help me through this night.’

[hrsjooyoung-deactivated20200819]

✄ acquaintance

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hrsjooyoung‌:

he raises an eyebrow, gesturing to the pin on his vest. “Dear ol’ dad teaching you some work ethic? Doesn’t trust you running the place so he’s got you running the front desk?” a sly grin takes over his features, returning a smug look of his own. the yoo family’s wealth was no secret around ilmyo. it must’ve been nice, having a safety net waiting for you if all else fails. still, the silver spoon didn’t seem worth living under someone’s thumb in the hopes of bagging an inheritance. at least not to jooyoung.

oh, this is golden. had jooyoung simply answered his question without simultaneously trying to get underneath his skin, perhaps sanha would have let it all rest. the fact that he instantly starts to look for ways to get to him, convinces sanha of one thing only: he is hiding something. mountain views? self-care? bullcrap. he barely even listens to the venom that his companion keeps on spitting, instead opting to take another sip of his drink.

then he laughs. 

so jooyoung was here to play? well, he picked the wrong person, in the wrong place, at the wrong time. truth be told, he had deemed the guy smarter than that. ‘wouldn’t call it slumming. unlike some others, i don’t have any reasons to leave this place. it’s always treated me well, after all. then again, i guess everyone gets what they deserve.’ 

smile. sip. play along. ‘perhaps he doesn’t. one learns by practice, after all. have you never heard of that? is that why you--’ the sentence is cut short. purposely so. it has insinuated enough to get jooyoung thinking, and hopefully to get into his head. ‘either way, it is understandable. trust is a tricky thing, isn’t it? you should know.’ words laced with innocence and a gentle pat on jooyoung’s back. he’s treading on dangerous grounds here, but the whole situation is unexpectedly amusing. ‘want another drink?’