wander.

lee kikwang ;; twenty-one ;; tattoo artist and delivery boy ;; also known as luke ;;

[dawnshades-blog]

[uninspiredmuse]

Two’s Company 🍻

[kikwangrk]

rksean:

Random Starter  | kikwangrk |   Starter #3

There are two things Sean hates after 8:00pm; The first being basic people and the second was being sober, and tonight he didn’t intend to leave the club unless he was seeing doubles.Moving from the crowded dance floor Sean makes his way to the bar to order his drink. He glances around the crowded club until he spots a male sitting not to far away from him. “ Hey” the he calls out to the male , tapping his index and middle finger on the counter to get his attention before motion to the bartender “ What are you drinking?.  hell If he was going to get shit faced he might as well have someone to keep him company. 

he ordered another glass of whiskey, taking a look around at the club. he had just came and wanted to get drunk before heading to the dance floor, since he knew while drunk his dancing skills could only improve. he quickly got his drink and drank it in one shot.

he was sitting behind a counter, when he realised someone was speaking to him. he always loved when someone approached him in clubs, since he usually came alone and was looking for a good company. a cheeky smile spread over his lips: “hi, man. i’m up for some tequila shots, if you will?” he raised his eyebrows in question, expecting this night to get wild just like he liked it.

[kaiark-blog]

{ 💋 } that party last night

[kikwangrk]

kaiark:

@kikwangrk

there weren’t many beds that she liked to think of as being remotely as comfortable as her own but sometimes there was that one friend who really knew the luxurious feeling of a soft mattress and even softer comforter. she often didn’t like to share the bed except with a select few ( i.e. two, maybe three ) people but kikwang had wiggled his way into her choice individuals. she’d brought her own pillow and a small throw blanket from her collection back home to lay out between her and the sheet. nothing against him but it was his bed but there was no telling who else had been there that week. she’d rather not take the risk.

she did borrow his clothes however. she slept in larger clothes back home and it was a habit impossible to break even when sleeping over at friends houses. curled up beneath the blankets, her pillow tugged to her head with ashen blonde locks splayed around her messily, kaia reveled in the utterly blissful freedom of boxers and a t-shirt several sizes too big as she weakly fought against the impending headache that had roused her to begin with.

clubs were her life but they came with consequences.

her mouth was cotton dry and her body was weary. she remembered the evening – of course – but regret still pooled in the pit of her stomach. was the indulgence worth all of the suffering the following morning? she groaned softly and twisted herself in bed. curling herself into a ball and burying her face into her pillow, she propped her body up on her knees and regressed into the fetal position. there was no way in hell she was going to class.

she turned her head to the side to peer through a veil of faded tresses to search for her bed buddy. confusion riddled her half-sleep features. calling out in a slightly groggy and sleep riddled rasp, she melted back into the bed. she wasn’t an easy riser.

“luke?”

a soft, well known voice woke him up from his well deserved and needed slumber. rare were the ones who called him luke, since he went by that name while in america and only people that he met short after returning to korea, knew about it. “morning;” he let out a groan, a headache killing him slowly but surely.

furrowing his eyebrows, he sighed: “it’s too early to wake up.” he buried his face back into his pillow, one of his hands reaching to the girl beside him, hugging her. “lets just snuggle all day and ignore our responsibilities;” he suggested, cuddling to her, moving so that their bodies were now touching and he could lean his head on her shoulder. 

he didn’t remember the last night as clearly as he’d prefer, but he didn’t care that much to worry about it. all he knew was that he had fun and even though the consequences of his drinking habits were a bitch to deal with, he had no intentions to stop what he loved doing so much. “ugh, i just wanna die;” he complained after a few seconds of silence. “i have a massive headache and i’m hungry.” his tone of voice was whiny as a child’s, but he could care less.  

[kikwangrk]

chased ;

[kikwangrk]

rkdujun:

[ sms  → Dumb Kiwi ] Oh you don’t? So I should just leave you then. Geez. [ sms  → Dumb Kiwi ] Tsk.

He looked at his phone and just stared at the messages. Obviously annoyed with the other and sighing out exasperatedly when another message comes in with the his location. He debated if he should really go and see him. If he should even help when he was sure the other had tons of back up people to rely on. He scoffed, more to himself at the sudden odd insecurity bubbling up. Groaning as he did not wish to fall back into that pit. “Tsk. Fucker should know that telling someone they don’t need the other doesn’t feel good….”

For a moment he argued with himself, the debate in his head continuing as he came to a final conclusion that he should go and pick the other guy up. Deep inside he knew he wasn’t going to be able to ignore this guy. They’ve been friends for three years.

[ sms  → Dumb Kiwi ] On my way.

He sent his final response half way through, tucked underneath his arm was a spare jacket for the other as he sat in a cab heading towards his location. Upon arrival, he gets out of the cab and asks them to wait, looking around and taking out his phone, this time calling him. Eyes wandering as he tried to find him while waiting for him to pick up.

He read the messages that came afterwards and not bothering to reply, he let down his hand holding his phone, placing it in his lap. He looked upwards into the night sky, letting out a deep sigh. He only now realised his breathing was heavy from all the running he did and that he was almost tired. Closing his eyes, he let his body slide down the wall, until he was sitting on the ground, drifting away in his head.

After what felt only like minutes, his phone rang, one of his favourite rap songs at the moment, blasting from the speakers. He shot up in the air, picking up the call, a smile spreading over his face. It was his best friend and Kikwang was sure he was here. Somewhere. “Hayyy!” he spoke loudly, turning around on his feet, searching for the dark haired man. His mood rocketed to the sky, as he suddenly got excited to greet Doojoon. “Where you at?” he asked, noticing a figure across the street.

Raising his eyebrows, he tried to recognise the figure standing by the taxi. “Is that you, by the cab?” he questioned, not even waiting go the answer before waving into the man’s direction. Only when he started making his way into his direction, he realised the alcohol was still very present in his system as he wasn’t able of walking in a straight line. Looking both ways before crossing th street where there was no crossing, he hung up on his friend. Finally when he was close enough, he cheerfully greeted him, louder than needed, and jumped on him, forcing him into a hug. “I’m so glad you’re hereee, bro!” he hiccuped. 

[marusya-m]

-Why did you show promises? -Why did you hope?

M. Y. Lermontov “A Hero of Our Time”

(via marusya-m)

[dahyexrkarchive-blog]

➥ makeover of death

[kikwangrk]

dahyexrk:

@kikwangrk [ For makeover open event! ]

All in all Dahye thought this would be a great idea but then when Kikwang came over with a smug look on his face she just wanted to run. Finally starting up her youtube channel with a few videos of her work and even a vlog she thought it would be fun to do that boyfriend does my makeup challenge… only he wasn’t her boyfriend but man friend as she likes to call them. Even so he was the only one down and had the time for it. It just didn’t occur to her why he would agree unless there was a hidden motive, which she didn’t figure out until the walked through her door after getting some bubble tea. This is the shit that happens when your friends for years.

“I’m really going to regret this aren’t I?” Falling to the couch face first with black bunny slippers already on and in the air after walking back. She groaned and shuffled herself with difficulty to lay on the sofa backside looking at the male sideways, “Put on your slippers! They should be in the same place.” Dahye finally rolled off and got to her feet, checking her little camera that sat in front of her desk/vanity side-eyeing Kikwang and muttering curses. 

Usually, he would decline any offer like it, coming up with excused like having no time or being out of the city at the time, but this time it was a completely different story. He had been preparing for a few days, before coming over to Dahye, a friend of his who he still had to get back at. And a makeover, which was her idea, was the best way to do it.

He entered her home with a smug look on his face, putting on the slippers, chuckling at her words. “What do you mean? I’ll do an excellent job and you’ll probably be beginning me to be your everyday makeup artist.” He acted a bit insulted, obviously trying to cover up the plan he had came up with. She was definitely going to regret putting too much wasabi in his sushi that one time. 

He jumped onto the sofa where they were going to record. “So, where are my makeup supplies? You know, lipstick, powder and that wand thingy that girls poke their eyes with.” He laughed again, amused he knew some of the makeup projects, but only for the reason of having so much girls in the past telling and boring him with their makeup routines. 

[rkgray]

Totem Tattoo ︳LKW & KHG

[kikwangrk]

rkkanggary:

@kikwangrk

Tattoos still weren’t acknowlegded by the society, but living his life as free as he was born was Gary’s path. His parents were alright with that, other people’s opinions weren’t important to him. The male locked the door of his car before he walked across the street towards the store he had visited last time as well. As his first tattoo from there had made him pretty satiesfied, he had decided to visit again, when he knew what he wanted to have tattooed on him next. Actually Gary had four ideas for his next tattoos, but this time his right shoulder would get one. 

He was excited, in contrast to the first one, his smoking skull on his left forearm, this totem would be pretty big. To hide his nervosity, he confidently stepped inside, looking around for the tattoo artist called Kikwang. Another male at the counter greeted him friendly and asked if he was able to help. “Yeah, I want a Korean Totem Tattoo. But I would like to claim Kikwang’s service.” He smiled friendly, and sat down as the other told him he would look for the tattoo artist he wanted. Gary somehow felt a little guilty towards the other artist, he would surely do a great job too, but remembering the tattoo session from last time, he had been pretty impressed by Kikwang. The other had a good eye and fine skills, as well as they had similar interests to share. He liked the other, so he wanted to talk to him more.

His job was something he learned to love through the years. At first when he took the job, it was just a way of earning money and getting through the day, assuring himself a roof above his head. But he realised it was something he was actually good at and even better than average. He was very aware of his skills, but was still trying to improve on every day.

He was sitting on a chair in the room next to the place where he’d tattoo people, scrolling through his phone, when his coworker came, telling him someone requested him. Things like that often happened, since people usually preferred getting tattoos from the same artists than before, if they liked their work and were satisfied with previous results. He nodded and thank him, finally standing up from the chair and making his way in to the main room.

He smiled as he recognised the customer. He remembered his clients by heart and never forgot one single tattoo he had inked into a person’s skin. “Hi, man!” he greeted him, going in for a handshake, where the two would took each other’s hand and pull the other one closer. “So, a totem tattoo, you say? Do you have a picture or anything” he asked, actually liking the idea of it. Many people came, with either no ideas or shitty wishes they would later on regret, but a totem sounded like a good plan. “Also, how’s the tattoo from the last time? I’m guessing you’re liking the result, since you came back.” He was proud of himself as he always loved seeing people coming back to him, praising his work.

[kikwangrk]

up, up and away ;

@rkjkook​

simple things in life like these, he loved them. lying on the grass, his jacket spread over the ground serving as a blanket and a slight breeze in his hair. a joint in his right hand, he felt as if there was no such worry in the world to put him down. as he exhaled the smoke, he felt relaxed and he hadn’t been relaxed in a long while now. he chuckled to himself, remembering he was supposed to be on a date at that time, but to be frank, he wasn’t interested.

he took another inhale and turned his head to the side, looking at his friend lying beside him. “here you go, bro;” he said slowly, weed obviously already effecting him. he offered him the carefully rolled joint and then looked back at the stars above them. with one hand under his head, he sighed: “man, girls are weird.” it was a completely random remark, but he took no time before starting to explain it. “i had this amazing date last night, the girl was hot as fuck and you know, there was definitely this spark and things got intense quickly. but then as we were finally only in our underwear, she decided to leave because her stupid boyfriend was calling her. like what the fuck, you know? that guy is a complete douchebag!”

he let out a loud whine, sounding like a little kid who never got what he wanted. “and you know she shared a post on her facebook, the one where it says she doesn’t want to be called sexy and hot, but beautiful. and so i was nice and never said she was sexy and she literally cried two days ago, that i don’t find her attractive because i don’t say she’s hot, but only pretty. maaaaaaaaan!” he shook his head, the night sky blurring in front of his eyes. they had had a few drinks before kikwang remembered he still had some weed left. “ah, at least you’re normal. i swear, most of the people i know are stupid.”

[kikwangrk]

rksxngji:

[direct message ▬ @kingkiwi]

→ ==; give me your full name, address, brief summary about your academic track → furthermore I need all information how you even got yourself into that situation and why you thought taking a picture of me was remotely acceptable? → I’m a nice person but I’m not that naive. I could be running straight into some shady set up to become victim to any sort of crime!  → so. dish em facts out and then I’ll judge if I can trust you or not.

direct message → @ssxngji ( 22:26 → ✉ ) i mean... sure i can give you my adress, but don’t you think it’s too soon? should i take you on a date first or -- ? ( 22:26 → ✉ ) i told you, love, i was high. i am not a responsible person, but i sure am effective. i mean c’mon, i’ve got a free laptop! ( 22:27 → ✉ ) wut, why would you think that? have you even see my profile pic? I’M TOO CUTE FOR THAAATT! ( 22:29 → ✉ ) i like coffee, and like i work as a tattoo artists and also like a delivery boy and like im cute and like very sexy, also a great rapper and i can like compose you a ballad song as a thank you if you just go on that oneeeeee date? i mean i can even come as well and like pretend im your ex and pull you out, but just go there. ok deal? thanxx :3 and he said his fav color is red, so you know, put that lipstick on and a cute, spicy and sexy red dress as well. ok!

[beastoids]

[kikwangrk]

rksxngji:

[direct message ▬ @kingkiwi]

→ first of all- who are you??? → and then– what the heck?! o_O;

direct message → @ssxngji ( 22:25 → ✉ ) welll haayyy, the name’s kikwang, but feel free to call me king or kiwi and u know obviously kingkiwi works too ^-^ ( 22:25 → ✉ ) no, no, no, don’t worry. you’ll love him for sure! he seemed like a tru gentleman and i mean i’d know since i can smell my own. plus, he’s hot as you can clearly see in that screenshot above :33 if anything, you should be thanking me! so pretty pleaseeee do it (for the vine lololol)

[kikwangrk]

direct message → @ssxngji ( 22:21 → ✉ ) sooo... i used your pics to catfish this dude (rich af, looking nice too you know, heard he was a sugar daddy and i was high), and since he bought me a laptop… you have a date with him tomorrow. ( 22:23 → ✉ ) [ file attached: the_dude.jpg ]

[emilywantshappiness-blog]

Women only love men they don’t know.

Mikhail Lermontov (via emilywantshappiness)

[kikwangrk]

rkanine:

is she scared? not per say. it’s hard to be scared before anything has actually happened. she’ll admit to being nervous though, maybe. it seems like a function of instinct more than anything though, to react as such in anticipation of something unpleasant. whatever she can point to in order to save face will have to do. she closes her eyes for the time being, eyebrows furrowed. 

“your room, your rules,” anine states very matter of factly. she does kind of mind, but not enough to try and argue about it— especially since it seems she’s got relatively minimal chances of winning. “if i die i die, right?”

she’s not expecting a response. the reassurance is lost on her, but it’s still a nice thought. 

what she really didn’t need was that exposition. her eyes open wide, and she stares up at him with a confused expression, eyes intense with something like offense taken. 

“did i ask?”  she spits, maintaining the serious composure for only about a second more before she breaks into laughter. not a good idea to be making enemies in the dark. 

anine moves from her  position half off the bed to sit up next to him, back straight up, legs folded into a languid tailor’s positon, hands pressed down in front of her legs, palms flat against the bed. the pre-horror daze is familiar to her now. at least enough that she can tell when it’s coming along. so she, strategically, shifts her attention over to him again, reaching out (half climbing across him, as it is, but what’s a little sacrifice to a determined eater?) to steal some popcorn from the bowl next to him.

“thank you for offering,” sliding back into position, and taking her time doing so, she shoots him a poignant look. “i love manners. love. it.”

he nodded, but offered her a reassuring look: “don’t worry, babe. i got you.” he winked at her, a smirk clearly seen on his lips. “and shush hun, you won’t die because of a movie. at least not on my watch.” he usually never watched movies until the end when he watched them with girls, but he knew his friendship with anine and unless she’d get scared out of her mind, they were going to watch it until the end.

he laughs at her reaction, noticing she was more offended than actually scared. “why, i just thought it’d be good if you know. something like a warning, you know?” they were now both laughing and he really liked how comfortable they were with each other. kikwang didn’t have many friends and those that he had, he trully valued, even though he showed it more or less quite poorly.

“heeeeyyy!” he whines as she leans over him to steal some popcorn. “i didn’t offer, because usually when i do, all girls say no, since they’re on a diet or something.” he chuckles, grabbing the bowl and puts it in between them. “sorry, love, don’t be angry at me;” he said, playfully ruffling her hair with his hand. “now, shush and enjoy the movie;” he says, stuffing another fist full of popcorn into his mouth, redirecting his attention to the wide tv screen. 

[kikwangrk]

rkxminhee:

[/text ➡ kiwi ] Why am I not surprised by any of this? XD

[/text ➡ kiwi ] you have hangover~ drink some water before you go outside!

[/text ➡ kiwi ] get your shades, the winter sun is out today!

[/text ➡ kiwi ] see, looking out for you too, heh. 

[ sms  → Minnie ] because i’m never like this, of course :o  [ sms  → Minnie ] awhh thhankk you noonaaa ^-^ [ sms  → Minnie ] i’m shinier than the sun lol xD   [ sms  → Minnie ] gonna take them only for swag points though xD i look sexy as hell with shades  [ sms  → Minnie ] what a nice person :o ok brb gonna take a shower

a few minutes after the last text, he was dressing up in his room. as he grabbed his wallet and his keys, he wrote to minhee once again.

[ sms  → Minnie ] ok done, gonna go grab food now [ sms  → Minnie ] should i prepare like a love ballad or something for a classy entrance when i come? xD

[b2st-nes]

[rkjiae-blog1]

💽  simon says

[kikwangrk]

kikwangrk:

rkjiae:

Although her actions made it seem like she would be too ashamed to rap in public she would often do it to get some laughs out of people. Some other times she would showcase those two shorts raps she actually knew by heart, though that was all she really had to brag about. When Jiae was just sitting by herself, thinking there was not a single being in the area that could be able to hear her lack of skills, that was when she would hit the peak of embarrassment. Specially if it was a song she didn’t knew at all.

So when a laughter broke out by her side the girl jumped in place, immediately halting her performance. A hand pulled one of her earbuds away so the music wouldn’t get her distracted yet again, and once her eyes spotted the source of the sound they quickly grew wider. Sunday left the seat behind her, slowly crouching down in front of it like that would somehow hide her away from the shame. The girl placed both heads on top of her head, wondering just how she could allow such thing to happen.

“Oh damn it, you didn’t hear anything.” She said towards the boy standing a few feet away from her. The situation was probably only becoming more and more amusing to watch, but what other reaction was expected from someone who was just busted like that? “I was seriously just sitting in that bench doing nothing.”

Her reaction was priceless, shock clearly written on her face. He was still laughing, shaking his head, wiping away a small tear in his eye caused by laughter. “Oh, but I heard eveerything;” he assured her, sure to not make her feel any less awkward. “You were seriously just sitting in that bench, rapping - or at least trying to;” he corrected her, bursting out laughing again.

Suddendly, he threw his hands in the air in a gesture for her to not care about him: “But don’t mind me, continue your thing. I’ll just stand here for my own entertainment. Haven't laughed as much for awhile now, to be frank;” he spoke, pulling a phone from his pocket. “Mind if I record, though? I’m sure you’ll become a great hit and I swear I’ll give you like 10% if I earn anything from it;” he asked in a joke, even though he had every intention to record if she would attempt rapping again.

He took a step closer, so they were finally close enough to have a conversation without needing to speak louder than usual. “Also, I’m sure you’d make many people’s days. I mean, imagine them coming home exhausted from work and then they see this video, laughing their asses off. Simple thing like that count in life. Now, smile;” he chuckled as he teased her, raising his phone and pretending to record her, even though he didn’t even unlock it.