Kevin Park

[kpark]

sequcls​:

dew  couldn’t  forget  the  lights .  a  triad  of  brightness  that  made  her  body  shudder ,  but  made  her  YEARN  to  stare  deep  into  it’s  glow  and  find  what  it  was  hiding .  the  woman  only  finding  despair .   body  having  gone  numb  once  it’s  coldness  disguised  as  warmth  chilled  her  veins  with  pure ,  RAVAGING  fear .  ever  since  then  nightmares ,  brutal  and  too  real  to  feel  like  a  mirage  her  brain  had  created  keeping  her  awake  at  night .  shadows  of  a  mask  and  a  pain  in  her  neck  following  her  even  when  she  was  conscious .  dew  gulped ,  feeling  that  pain  now  but  she  made  no  correlation .  what  happened  was  weird…  but  simple  lights  will  not  be  the  cause  of  her  stresses .  her  best  friend  was  attacked .  her  relationship  was  back  on  it’s  rocky  trail .  and  she  was  being  more  reckless  than  ever .  that  was  the  cause—  it  had  to  be . 

dew  in  denial  and  anguish  as  fear  raked  through  her  body ,  but  she  refused  to  let  it  show .  the  way  people  were  acting  suddenly…  there  was  no  judgment  from  her  but  she  would  not  let  herself  follow .  looking  up ,  she  came  to  scene  that  she’s  experienced  often  as  a  bartender  .  rude  customers  ,  PUSHY  and  unforgiving .  dew  steading  her  hands  as  she  stood  up  and  pushed  herself  between  them  and  the  worker .  with  a  stare  stern  and  glaring  she  was  able  to  get  them  to  back  off .  eyes  then  softening  as  she  turned  towards  the  other  then  down  at  his  hands .   oh ,  alexander….  dew  felt  her  insides  churn .  she  already  knew  about  his  disappearance .  their  shared  boss  making  her  aware  she’d  have  to  cover  his  shifts  until  he  returned .   ‘  you  know  alex ? ’  she  refused  to  say  knew…  dew  longing  for  his  safe  return .  ‘  i’m  a  friend  of  his… i–  i  work  with  him  at  the  bar . ’

it was as if the world around him had stopped; and yet somehow still managed to feel oh so loud, loud and unforgiving. his mouth felt dry, his feet glued to the place he so commonly occupied. his gaze didn’t leave the paper as the woman’s voice reached him, it stayed there, locked upon alexander’s face for several moments longer before he could finally bring himself to look away; to see the world around him as it currently was; busy, and yet... e m p t y. “--- yeah... yeah, i know alex...” his voice didn’t sound like his, it felt distant and unfamiliar. what was happening to him? he answered her directly, and yet he felt so unsure about every word that passed his lips. were those lights he had seen playing a part in this? were they the reason alexander was missing, and why a HEAVY sense of dread filled him? the images that had come to him that evening were h a u n t i n g, they showed people he swore he didn’t know and yet somehow felt a strangely strong connection to. alexander was amongst those people, the only one he even remotely knew, and yet all of them... all of them were d e a d.  “--- where could he be?”

[kpark]

His fingers gripped a little too tightly around the missing poster, slightly crumbling the sides in the process, his hands beginning to shake and he reread the paper over and over again. This had to be a dream, right? There was no way the one person he had began to become close to in the town was actually missing, the one person he felt overly drawn towards as if they had somehow, somewhere, known each other before they had even met. His throat felt tight, eyes moist with the threat of tears. Why did it hurt THIS much? Why was his heart beginning to race with a sense of dread, an oddly familiar sense. Kevin didn’t even realize he had customers staring at him, he couldn’t be bothered to work at a time like this, and besides they should understand that he was hurting; couldn’t they see it? Couldn’t they SEE what was happening around them? Something was seriously wrong. His job didn’t matter to him right now, in fact if he lost it he wouldn’t be bothered. He had to find Alexander, he had to, he couldn’t let him go before even beginning to figure out what it was about him that so strongly drew him towards him.

[kpark]

castillo-alexander​:

No wife. That’s all Alexander needed to hear to decide that from this moment forward, he would do whatever it took to get Kevin to hang out with him at least once outside of this cafe. He glanced down at the coffee when it was placed in front of him, reaching for it in an attempt to get even just their fingertips to brush against each other, but Kevin was too fast for him and already moving towards the pastries. Still, Xander wrapped his fingers around the cup and brought the beverage up to his lips to take a small sip of the freshly prepared coffee. “It’s perfect.” He complimented, softly smiling. “Um, well, maybe you should stop judging the place so hard and take a step in there once in a while. After all, I work there. Then again, that might be a reason for you to avoid it more, huh? I might not be, how did you put it? Exactly you.” He brought the beverage back up to his lips, taking a slightly bigger sip as the liquid was still scalding. 

“But, lucky for  you, I’m determined to see for myself if you are all talk or if you really do have a life outside of these walls.” As he reached into his pocket to take his wallet out, he brewed up an idea on the spot, a small smile coming to his lips at just the thought of it. “What do you say to a little stroll around the park with me after your shift today?” His heart raced at the question, not having expected himself to feel so nervous about what the answer may be. “Then, maybe, just maybe, we can stroll to my neck of the woods, and you can see that things inside that bar don’t have to be so fuckin’ scary. Perhaps you’ll find that certain things in that bar can be..exactly you.” He pulled out a twenty-dollar bill from his wallet, folding up the wallet and placing it back in his pocket. “Or maybe, I guess, we can find you a pretty girl to bring home to mom.” He offered, looking to meet the other male’s gaze as he reached over, took one of his hands, and put the bill in it. “What do you say, Kevin?” He brought his hand back, leaving the bill behind, though all he wanted to do was keep touching the other guy’s hand as much as possible. 

Kevin found himself relaxing upon hearing that the beverage was up to Alexander’s standards, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He felt accomplished; although he didn’t entirely understand why the approval of this specific regular mattered so much to him, especially considering half the time he didn’t even blink an eye at the complaints he got; so why did this guy’s approval suddenly matter? What was it about him?  A faint blush met his cheeks as he realized how rude he had been, regardless of it being unintentional. He really should learn to think before he speaks. “--- what is that supposed to mean? What is exactly me anyways?” A single brow raised as he looked firmly towards Alexander, smile falling just a bit. “You are right though, I shouldn’t be so quick to judge I am just used to hearing so many... things... about bars and similar places.” Kevin’s expression relaxed a little as he continued to listen to Alexander speak, unable to pull his gaze from the other man this time.  His heart had begun to race without him realizing, hand lingering against the others a little too long as he took the payment. Alexander’s words truly took him aback. “Oh ---” Kevin started, finding himself at a loss for words as his face begin to heat up. Quickly he withdrew his hand after Alexander had, causing him to hurriedly work on obtaining the correct change for his order. “--- Yeah, yeah! That sounds nice actually, it’s a date --- I mean, uh, it would be nice to have some company for once.” Had he really just called it a DATE? He cursed internally, kicking himself for what had just left his mouth; what was that again about thinking before he speaks? Not to mention he really hadn’t needed to sound THAT enthusiastic when he first spoke. 

[kpark]

castillo-alexander​:

“Yeah. So, no pressure or anything. but don’t fuck it up.” He lightly teased, following the comment with a small smile. In truth, Alexander was just curious to see what the other male enjoyed as his coffee of choice. “Yeah, man, when you’re off of work.” He laughed in response to the question, for some reason enjoying the scene of the other, pouring his coffee a bit more than he usually did.“ I mean, do you fuckin’ go out, like, ever? I keep waiting for you to pop over at the bar so I can repay the drinks you prepare so deliciously for me every other morning, with the ones I specialize in.” He admitted, shrugging a bit. 

“I mean, whatever you know, maybe you’re secretly married to a seventy-five-year-old sexy woman, and she demands all your attention. I guess, if that’s the case, can’t blame you for staying away from the crowd.” He joked, at least he hoped he was joking and the other wasn’t married. Then again, it shouldn’t matter to him anyway. Kevin was only his barista up to this point anyway. Despite the invisible force that seemed to tug at him whenever the other was around, he knew it was foolish to assume Kevin would want any friendship with someone like himself. Still, he had to try.

Yeah, no pressure, no pressure at all. Kevin rolled his eyes while his back was turned towards his customer, fixing up his drink; honestly the likelihood of him messing it up was even more now that Alexander had said that.  Kevin smiled softly, a faint blush meeting his cheeks as he turned back around to meet the brunette’s gaze, now finished coffee in hand. “I do go out, yes, but I’m not really fond of uh --- places like that. I find them pretty dirty, and the whole environment isn’t exactly me.” He responded as he placed down the coffee before Alexander, moving to get him a pastry from the display cabinet; it was a simple, fresh croissant he chose, they were better than the bagels anyways. “No wife, but my mom has tried, she really wants to see me settling down with a nice girl to the point of trying to set me up all the time.” Kevin shook his head, a nervous laugh passing his lips as he plated the croissant and placed it gently down next to the coffee. “--- I’m saying too much, sorry, but yeah --- in short? I do go out, just mostly to one of the parks to relax.”

[judewillem]

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You’re braver than you think.

[kpark]

castillo-alexander​:

For: @kpark​​ Location: The Café

From the moment Alexander stumbled into the local cafe shop, and his ocean blue eyes landed on the barista that was on shift at the time, the one named Kevin, there was an undeniable pull within Alexander that he couldn’t shake off. At first, the male just assumed it was because the other was easy on the eyes, but then, when he asked if he could take his order, Xander found himself a little lost for words at first. And that was something that he hadn’t felt in a very long time with someone. Still, despite this gravitational pull he felt towards the other male, Alexander brushed it off and attempted not to take too much thought into it.  However, that didn’t stop him from frequenting the cafe from that day forward in an attempt to catch the other on his shifts again. Some days were a miss, and on those days, Alexander didn’t order coffee. Other days, like today, were a hit, and these were the days that always left Alexander Castillo with a smile for the remainder of the day. 

Before entering the cafe today, having spotted his favorite barista through the glass window, he casually backstepped and took a moment to himself. He cleared his throat, pushed a bit of his hair away from his eyes, inhaled slowly, and exhaled even slower. Okay, it’s fine. It’s just fucking coffee, Alexander. Get it together. The male inwardly scolded himself before clearing his throat again and walking confidently into the cafe. Instantly he greeted Kevin with a friendly smile, but the words that came from his lips did not match the friendless his smile attempted to give off, “Alright, barista man. Hit me with your best shot.” He requested, making his way up to the counter. “Whatever you like, I want. Oh, and I guess a fuckin’ bagel or some shit. I don’t know. Surprise me, yeah? Also, where do you fuckin’ hide all the time?” 

Just exactly how many months had it been since he, Kevin Park, had started working at the quaint little coffee shop? Honestly, he wasn’t sure, the days just seemed to blur together and as time passed Hallowed Grounds had quickly become a second home to him. Sure, he wasn’t the best barista around but he definitely had gotten the hang of it over time and his boss seemed to like him enough to keep him on; and okay, sure, maybe some of the customers got under his skin one too many times but hey, he still had a job and with every passing day he found something new about the café that made him appreciate it more; one of those things being a few regulars who somehow managed to brighten his day each time they came by. As usual, Kevin looked up as the bell a top the door went off, signaling that someone had just entered the shop. With his learned customer service voice, he smiled, welcoming Alexander; someone who he considered to have recently become a regular. “Really? You want me to pick something out for you today?” His brow raised at the request, but he couldn’t exactly say no to him, or could he? Kevin wasn’t too sure, his boss hadn’t really trained him for something like that. “Well, I’ll do my best but you can’t go blaming me if you don’t like it --- okay?” He chuckled lightly, turning to get to work on a French Cappuccino he, himself, had come to enjoy. “What do you mean?” His brow raised at the question, causing him to glance back at Alexander. “--- my schedule hasn’t changed, unless... you mean when I’m off work?”

[kpark]

KEVIN PARK is TWENTY FIVE YEARS OLD. People say they look like JUSTIN H MIN, but they don’t see it. They were once known as EDDIE KASPBRAK from IT, but now they’re just your average VICTIM. I’d watch out if I were you, I wouldn’t want to get on anyone’s bad side. You never know what might happen…

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+ Nothing particular stood out in Kevin’s past that would explain his irrational fear of germs, and general uncleanliness. Even after attending several specialist about it, nothing seemed to either prevent or subside it. + On the topic of fears, Kevin has another that he didn’t understand; his distaste and overall discomfort when it came to anything to do with carnivals or circuses. He couldn’t recall a bad experience with them, believing maybe he had blocked out a childhood trauma, but never the less it was there and it had causes a few dates to fall apart over the years. + Kevin isn’t the best barista, but he does try. You can often find him holding back a curse word or two as he burns himself while making a coffee in the local cafe. Luckily he has never had any serious injuries, but his clumsiness has caused a few small incidents to occur. + Despite having dated girIs all his life, Kevin finds himself staring a little too long at some men. Is it because he’s interested in them? Is he bisexual? He isn’t sure, but sometimes a guy will catch his eye and he will end up catching himself with a lingering gaze. + One of Kevin’s favourite past times is simply enjoying the outdoors, spending time with nature rather than the presence of other people. He’s an introvert for sure, but when he gets close to someone he finds himself rarely wanting to be away from them. - - - WRITTEN BY: Salem | 25+ | MST | They/Them. I am easy to reach via discord but you can also message me on tumblr if you have any interest in plotting! I’m a neuro-divergent mess that adores animals, horror, and gaming.

[kpark]