NO TEARS, PLEASE. IT’S A WASTE OF GOOD SUFFERING.
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NO TEARS, PLEASE. IT’S A WASTE OF GOOD SUFFERING.
░ ▕ ■ they told him he couldn’t succeed but he’s trying. his name is only remembered by those who recalled his father. got a brother who he lost in touch with due to his reckless behavior that was never approved of. he isn’t a GOLDEN child, he’s just trying to make the world a better place before it falls apart.
he has his dreams, been twelve years and he still wants to be in the police force. when his mind falls asleep, it corrupts into something darker. that he meets eye to eye with death, DEATH touches who he loves and has left. that life is going to give away his mother the way it did to his inspiration. his emotions were bottled, there’s no pure emotion that can be set but it’s something close to bitter. like the taste of alcohol he never had.
korean is rusted, sounds like a foreigner when he speaks most of the time. could barely make conversation until awkwardness is felt and he looks the other way. he’s trying to be n o r m a l, his mother tries to let him be free but somehow he feels restricted like how he is when the door is locked and he’s in his room all day.
he cares, it’s LIMITED. his mind is wrapped around another year or two of his studies before graduation. until he can obtain the occupation and continue on with the pathway his father left behind. to protect his mother, rediscover his brother’s presence.
he’ll get there soon. ⟨ inquiry or first approach? any information? ⟩
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“ was it worth it? ”
( via source from ) - always accepting / @linues
SHE COULD NEVER UNDERSTAND WHY it would be anyone’s concern what happens or why she does half of the things she does. a little thick headed, lips pressed together in mild guilt. it was out of character for naeun to create tension, let alone an argument. without much vocals spilling out and using her own voice besides making conversation, to make valid points and displaying genuine emotions when she disagrees doesn’t happen often.
with fingers pressing into one another, her head turns to the left. shorter strands of her hair rested over her cheeks, it was merely impossible to give a response to the other person without a pout starting to show on her lips. naeun is similar to a child currently, when they’re at fault. caught when they shouldn’t be doing something that’s considered wrong.
“i was standing up for what i believe in.” she finally gives a reply after taking a deep breath, fingers crawling up and towards the curve of her neck. “i know it must’ve been wrong but i couldn’t stand there and be quiet.” naeun finishes off, lips pressed together once again.
‘start an argument’ starters
“ what in the world is this!? ”
“ i thought i was clear! ”
“ this is why we can’t have nice things! ”
“ do you understand the damage you’ve done here!? ”
“ there’s no coming back from this, ever! ”
“ get away from me! ”
“ i can’t believe you would do this to me! ”
“ i’m not talking about this ANY more. ”
“ i can’t believe you lied to me… again! ”
“ no! just leave me alone! ”
“ i’ve never been more angry at you in my entire life! ”
“ did you seriously think this would be okay? ”
“ forget it! ”
“ i can’t even look at you right now! ”
“ i think you should go. ”
“ i can’t believe you’d do this to me…”
“ you were flirting with them! ”
“ was it worth it? ”
“ i can’t do this anymore! ”
“ you need to pull yourself together. ”
“ i don’t believe you. ”
“ how am i supposed to trust you now? ”
response to @lilivms
It was Ji-Long’s second day in South Korea, a cold day in an agitated place such like that particular Coffee Shop, he didn’t know why but maybe it was because there was a boy group having a reunion there. The boy couldn’t see much or even hear anything, the place that was supposed to be calm and relaxing turned out to be stressful and annoying. Due to that, Apollo placed the money under the cup that was still half filled with his green tea. “Honestly…” He muttered under his impatient breathe when making his way out.
Somehow it wasn’t his lucky day. Stepping out of that place, Apollo could feel something approaching, not like an person or two, but taking into consideration that an amount of admires were waiting outiside the Cafe, he knew it wouldn’t end up in good terms. The male only had time to blink once, that’s when it all happened, that girl tripping over someone’s feet and a plenty of people complaining about this unnecessary situation. Screaming and crying could be heard through the whole street and the echoes only helping to make it last even more longer.
“Don’t say that, it wasn’t your fault.” Even if she seemed to be the type that doesn’t accept help, he insisted in giving her some support with his arm just to make sure she was okay. “I don’t even know what’s the big deal with those guys, they look like an cotton candy store with those hairstyles.” That’s how he planned to turn it into something laid-back so people would stop staring at her as well as she would stop feeling embarrassed with all of this. “I’m Huang Ji Long, by the way. But it might be easier if you call me Apollo.”
WHEN THE WORLD IS CONSIDERED disgusting, people blame that instead of humanity. behavior is shown by rude actions and she knows how to deal with it. never once has she shown a different demeanor depending on how people are as a whole. when people were considered rude or disrespectful, her kindness doesn’t fade away. perhaps, that’s the main reason why she didn’t create a bigger scene by opening her mouth and creating argument.
dainty palms begin to rest over the arm he was offering to her, gaining balance properly when she stands on her two feet. her gaze was resting elsewhere but ahead in order to see where she was heading or anyone who was coming forward. peeking over to the other who was speaking, a tiny smile is cracked within the petite lips. “cotton candy is quite a nice snack to have.” naeun adds, eyes drifting to the men who supposedly tripped her during the pathway whilst pursing her lips to the side.
lips parting slowly in attempt to say his real name, fingers carding through her hair to push it back. “well, apollo - it’s nice to meet you.” when her palms draped over the front of her body, head tilting to the side aimlessly. making conversation was difficult for the brunette, bashfulness is resting over her actions or the way she is around the opposite gender. “and i’m naeun.” introducing herself briefly, “thank you, by the way. normally people would stare and continue on with their day, sadly.”
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☣ — - Truthfully speaking, it didn’t minded him that much to have seen her away for a while. As long as she was safe and okay, he could understood her for wanting to go away for a while like if he didn’t experience those feelings of wanting to escape from everything nearly every single day. Unsure of how to let her know that he was truly relieved to see her in flesh again without giving away too much, he gently nudged her side with his elbow. “Hey, it’s alright. Is everything okay…” not knowing her reasons to disappear made him slightly uneasy but he shook his head at her apology. “No need to apologise. I don’t forget faces, and I could never forget yours.” he snorted a bit but somewhere within his relief, he managed to give her a small genuine smile (which was an absolutely rarity) before awkwardly looking away. “Naeun the flower shop girl, how have you been? Do I need to hit anyone for you?”
NO ISSUES WERE ESCAPED WHEN she left, a reason to her sudden dismissal was due to her own personal business. momentarily, naeun didn’t know how to explain it. the feeling of actual suffocation when being in the atmosphere of restriction without a say or her own actions. the type that makes her happy for once. suppose, she realized how long she’s been providing happiness to others she had forgotten about herself in the process.
“everything is fine.” reassuring him becomes a struggle, she believes he has a difficult time understanding who she was as a person from the way he questions her entire existence. or perhaps he still believes that naeun if a figment of imagination that’ll surely disappear for good one day.
no denying that the smile that he manages to see in the corner of her eye was enough to form one of her own. a sheepish laugh hidden over the dainty palm with her expression dropping to a more concern look. yes, naeun could never forget the way he punched a suppose criminal in the face for her. which was never requested. “i - please, no need to hurt someone else now.” again, she laughs. a more defeated tone bubbling past her lips as she adds on, “everything’s been well. work is more busy, the flowers i’ve been caring for are beautiful. but you, how’ve you been?”
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“I don’t know what it is about your outfit but it’s giving me mad grandmother vibes. It’s comforting in this cold world.”
WELL, NAEUN’S TASTE IN CLOTHING was odd. she doesn’t show much skin even during the hotter seasons she usually has a long cardigan over her petite frame when her legs show over pastel colored skirt and sheer blouses. biting down on her lower lip, she usually considers it to be a negative thing.
observing other women is something she tends to do, acknowledging the differences and naeun makes no complaints. so when the other considers it to be rather comforting, brown hues flickering down to her outfit. sweater tad oversized, skirt coiled around her waist and the lightweight kimono draped over her arms in case she gets cold. shrugging absentmindedly, eyes following forward to him.
“comforting because it is! i prefer this over wearing something to attract attention and especially when it’s uncomfortable to wear all day.”
“ it’s just a scratch ”
( via source from ) - always accepting / @thvmsprk
A MINOR INJURY DOESN’T CHANGE her feelings, concern is shown over her youthful features. frown crossing over her lips when he explains this so-called scratch. reminding her of her father’s demeanor, who carries himself calmly with strength instead of weakness. despite naeun never frowning upon a man who explained his pain, it’s normal for any human being to feel that type of way.
“oh, stop it you.” softly speaking to him, her head shakes in protest. refusing to let it slide away and having the minor blood drip over the side of his cheek. “perhaps it doesn’t hurt but i still want to clean it for you.” if there was a constant label naeun heard many times before, it’d be an angel. willing to take the time to help those in need.
teeth pressing over the thin layer of her bottom lip, scrapped effortlessly as she grabs a hold of his wrist. so by then, thomas makes no intention to dismiss himself away from her demand. she leads the way; tiny bounce to her steps and a little melody hummed within pressed lips, a dampen cloth and a band aid can do for now. “hopefully, you wouldn’t mind a sailor moon designed band-aid on you.” naeun jokes, a tiny laugh falling out at the idea but it’s an attempt to lighten the atmosphere.
“ can you move? does it hurt? ”
( via source from ) - always accepting / @aupollo
MOVING LIMBS TO CHECK THEIR current conditions wasn’t a struggle, she merely tripped over her own step. oh, the embarrassment of having multiple pair of eyes resting over her clumsy figure. biting down on her lower lip, she felt the hint of color resting over the apples of her cheeks. unable to process a response right away to soft spoken inquiries of how she’s currently feeling.
tongue swiping absentmindedly over her lower lip, a soft sigh flows out of her mouth. her head inclined towards the direction of this particular stranger. “hm? oh, goodness.” words finally came out of naeun’s lips then, a soft laughter to conceal the slight burning feeling across her knees.
she can feel it, the bruising that marks across her flesh over a tiny incident. “i’m fine.” naeun reassures completely, a tiny smile growing past her lips. she doesn’t need to be helped, she can get on her two feet then. floral designed skirt over her legs were patted down as she tries to get up independently. “silly me, didn’t see where i was going for a sec’ there.”
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she was beautiful; lips curved into a smile that is genuine. her touch is delicate, feathery over petals of flowers that coil over a thin lace to keep it together. soft spoken words of honesty drips out, coating over her inner thoughts. somehow, happiness is shown by the way she can provide the emotion towards others than herself. palm covered over her mouth, she muffles her noises from laughter to sobs. inquiries of how it is to be in a mind of a quiet person? it's louder than what you think.
@hvmansacrifice:
( ┊✩ ❝ SOCIETY WAS TRULY an odd place. The expectations put atop the public’s shoulders were certainly weighty. Teaching everyone to follow a certain set of rules in order to appear “normal”. Normalcy was not a word within Jinho’s existence, whether on the surface or within the seedy depths, where not even he had an idea what was happening. He was seventeen and considered conservative, by his modest home country’s standards. Though this was mostly due to his parents, people he surmised to be pure and Jesus adoring. Yet truly, they just didn’t want him out of their sights, so he could taint himself, before his day of reckoning.
VIRGINITY WAS A social construct. Or at least, this was what the teenager told himself, when others poked fun a those who had never been intimate with another. It was something he didn’t particularly care about, merely deciding not to “throw it away” in order to appease his mother and father. Yet words still stung, and he hated being looked at like less of a human, simply because he had never been inside another.
NAEUN WAS BEAUTIFUL, by any and all standards. Jinho was lucky to have such a kind, caring woman in his life. And apparently, she seemed to understand his strife, as well. He tended to wear a wide grin around her, yet when she agreed with him and the tangent he went on about virginity, it practically exploded into a beaming smile.
NORMALLY, HE DIDN’T expose himself to others, because he preferred to keep his inexperience a secret. It felt easier to admit it to her though. Surely, she’d be the last person on earth to judge him. “You don’t get why it’s a big deal either right? I wish people would focus on more important things. Me not having sex isn’t any of their business.” He promptly nodded, feeling heat surge through his cheeks from the simple confession. That wasn’t too bad, but shame still stung at his insides for some unknown reason.
TRULY, SHE FEELS RATHER guilty that the younger male has a different reaction by many others for his purity. naeun even found it surprising herself, that he radiates innocence that many men have lost during his age or younger. something along the lines of puberty and raging hormones are the source of such a behavior, as told by many of her male friends over the past years. jinho was too young for that anyways, shouldn’t care for that and the world is filled with people who would taint anything with their choices. fill their minds into believing that this or that is okay, when sometimes it really isn’t.
“not at all, i believe in doing such a thing with the right person and when the timing is right too.” perhaps, that’s why she hasn’t really made an effort to grow too intimate with anybody. despite her confusing connection with an old flame, she isn’t ready. doesn’t feel comfortable with having conversations about it at all. so, it’s only naturally for naeun to understand what he’s thinking and going though.
with her feet aimlessly stepping from one side to another, hands interlocked from behind. her dark hues looked over at his youthful features, the hint of color on his cheeks was a hint of what he must feel currently. “you’re not the only one, don’t you worry.” naeun isn’t sure if the hint was evident or not, that she was referring to herself during this topic but she was being honest. there were plenty of people who weren’t into it. believes to have sex after marriage or for their own unique reasons too.
“never feel bad either, if people think it’s weird then that’s on them. it’s quite precious that you’re not interested in that, makes me believe that men aren’t too bad after all.” speaking truthfully, her lips show off a faint smile and rather apologetic for her choice of words. she doesn’t intend on displaying judgement towards the opposite gender, a small handful have done their wrongs without consequences and she enjoys hearing something new. from him and being around him was refreshing.
☢ — - Taking note of how she purposefully averts her eyes away from him, Jaebum feels a warm wave of gratitude crashing his stomach for her courtesy and he already begins to feel guilty to have put her through so much hassle. Nodding curtly in affirmation, he mutters out a yes as he deftly continues to work on his wounds and brings a needle out to patch up his irregular lacerations. He feverishly hopes that she doesn’t notice the scars on his back if her eyes are to accidentally fall on him — his scars are a screaming danger sign and he’s not sure on how she’ll take it. The stress of having to conceal both his weapon and scars away from her isn’t much of a mental strain for Jaebum since he’s apt at the task now but with the seeping exhaustion and increasing paranoia, he feels incredibly uneasy and ready to break at any point.
As he promptly ties up the ends of his stitches, he silently observes her on her phone. The overly paranoid state of his mind tells Jaebum that she’s potentially sending a S.O.S message or reporting him to the authorities but then a rational thought interrupts his thoughts. It can be whoever she lives with to inform them that she’ll be late. Having someone to come home to and worry about you is a luxury that Jaebum has accepted to never having and he feels slightly envious of the girl for having people who take care of her like that in her life. But at the same time, he feels relieved that she has such an environment to go back to. That must be the case otherwise how else does she possess such a mentality? Rolling back down his blood stained shirt, Jaebum zips up his jacket again and answers her in an extremely low tone, “Honestly I’m still surprised that you even exist. I can’t believe I met someone like you. I don’t know why you did it or what made you like this…”
The stench of blood is beginning to bug him so he awkwardly asks her the way to the bathroom where he quickly washes up whatever he can with soap and vigorously cleans up any mess he made in the bathroom before coming back to the female with slightly less stained damp clothes. With a small shudder, he tightens his jacket around himself and arcs a brow at her. “You won’t let me?” it immediately comes as a threat to him at first but then his mind comprehends the context of her words and his features visibly soften for a moment. “It’s for our own safety. I’ll go check.” peering out of the window closer to the door, he opens the door while still staying inside with his eyes on the windows and notices the figure sticking their head out after getting confused on why nobody is coming out. What a nuisance. Such a pain and a complete waste of time and Jaebum is exhausted at this point so his features tug into a fierce scowl.
“I’ll go take care of him.” he mumbles and hurriedly slips out before she can attempt to stop him. Although he feels so lethargic with every last bit of energy sucked out of him, he takes in a deep breath as he approaches the stalker in attempt to get his body more relaxed. Before the other party can react, Jaebum delivers a quick blow to the temple which knocks the other male out in one hit but he looks back at the female worriedly. Is she scared of him now and is she about to call the police any moment? Walking cautiously back to her with his energy levels utterly depleted — Jaebum stops at a distance away from her to humbly bow down. “Thank you for helping me out but um… don’t worry I won’t hurt you. He was stalking you anyway. He’s just unconscious. Probably will wake up in half an hour. Just tell me one thing if you… called the police or not.” he’s in a wholly vulnerable state now and his eyelids for fighting for mercy but he can’t bring himself to inconvenience the girl anymore. He just needs to know if he has to crawl to escape from incoming cops. And he needs a fresh change of clothes if he wants to get on a taxi. The last thing he wants to do is call up his former mentor for help since she is the only person he can turn to in rare situations where he’s forced with no choice. “You should go home. Your family or boyfriend or whoever is waiting for you.”
HER GAZE WAS IMMEDIATELY SHIFT to the opposite direction, quick to where she had no time to observe any other inch of his skin. flustered and she tries not to dwell on it, which is why the phone was in her hold as a distraction from this whole entire situation. naeun finds it unbelievable, to think that she was minding her own business in attempt to go home right away then she’s stuck here, with a stranger who didn’t provide a name yet and informing her parents that she’ll be home much later than she should be. consequences will happen, a lecture would pass from her mother’s lips out of concern instead of anger. though she doesn’t mind, nothing happened to her.
“it’s a matter of doing it for the kindness of your heart.” simply stating back to the other male, reassuring him that there’s no need for repayment. it’s a matter of treating people the way you would like to be treated in return. despite naeun understanding that hearts become cold and others lost the will to care, she prefers to not turn out that way. when seeing this particular male in pain, almost on the verge of death she couldn’t turn away. who would? she doesn’t understand why people turn away from others in need, makes her grow concern for how people are in this world but it takes one effort to help. “i don’t believe that there’s bad, everything was once good after all. just a matter of people’s choices.”
does she sound naive when the words pass out from her lips? believing that there’s positivity somewhere, how there’s still good in people who are trying to do nothing but corruption. biting down on her lower lip, glancing around when he dismisses himself to make sure there’s no evidence of their arrival that her boss might see. “no - even if you’re probably going to try anyways.” naeun knows how men can be, stubborn and wanting to do what they had in mind. her father has the same personality like the way he shows, doing it in protection for her and her sibling. brows furrowing in confusion, trying to rush over to the front door in attempt to stop him from stepping out. “wait, wait. please don’t -”
was too late now, hand resting on the door with her lips frowning in disapproval. naeun doesn’t know how else to prevent seeing it except hide behind the frame of the door, biting down on her lower lip in concern for a stranger who could have hurt her if the other didn’t make an attempt to stop him first. she doesn’t believe in violence, the thought of it makes her body shake and the feeling of paranoia makes her grow light headed but when he comes back to her direction, her gaze falters from the ground then back up to him. “i didn’t call them.” otherwise, the situation would grow much heavier than it should be and the police would most likely never let either of them dismiss. "... plus, you didn't have to do that to him."
“b-but i don’t have a boyfriend, just family.” murmuring, the softness of her voice is evident. even at this point, relationships or the mention of having another makes her flustered every time. clearing her throat, hands clasped around the coat to secure it over her body more as she continues to lock gazes with the taller male. “what about you? i need to make sure you go home safely first.”
( * with the older in her arms, she felt extremely reluctant to release her from embrace. maybe it was because she missed the female a bit too much. but there was nothing wrong with missing one too much, right? hyeri snuggles up close to her friend, beaming back happily at how bright naeun’s smile was. ) I’m really happy to hear that, seriously. Because you know why? You deserve great days, forever and ever. But me too… Even though I’m always so busy and slow, every moment that I get to talk to you, even if it’s for a second or so, I still feel really great? ( * she admits with a shy laugh. ) But me… I’ve honestly been well and now, I’m 200% better with you here with me!
( ` the last time they’ve spoken to one another was a while ago, youthful and they were more outspoken but she hasn’t made too many attempts to reunite with old friends. shutting down in concern to believe that they want nothing to do with her and she becomes more quiet around those who she wasn’t familiar with. though the feeling to be missed by another, someone who she was close to in the past and want nothing more than to rekindle the relationship was enough to bring a radiant smile across her petite lips. ) oh, so sweet! like the pastries in the bakeries. ( ` coos joyfully, swaying their bodies from side to side when arms continued to hold the other female in place. ) i miss this so much. it makes my day much brighter too.
❛ fuck you but fuck me first. ❜
( via source from ) - always accepting / @saintguts
SUCH STRONG PROFANITY slipping out unexpectedly when all she wanted to do was try to help him in any way. naeun should have figured any sooner with how society is crumbling but it was nice to try at times. it’s the second half of the other male’s remark is what threw her completely off. momentarily, needing a few extra seconds to retrace the way he said those exact word to her.
she isn’t one to spill such words from her own mouth, she isn’t too naive to know the definition behind it or the reasons to why people would choose how to say it. “i - i. excuse me?” stutter becoming evident, naeun would never do such a thing to anybody. let alone has she even tried to do so. purity becomes radiant by the way her cheeks dusted a light shade of pink, growing more bashful. averting her eyes away from his direction immediately, looking at anything but him.
“... um, no thank you. i don’t think that’s appropriate to do.” mumbling more underneath her breath, fingers gliding over her cheeks in embarrassment when she was caught off guard by his simple comment only. he appears to be a lot younger than most men, behavior is another example of his age or well - mental age to naeun. “and don’t say that word, it’s not nice.”
❛ ever wonder how different your life would be if that one thing never happened? ❜
( via source from ) - always accepting / @voujin
EVENTS IN LIFE happened unexpectedly or depending on what another’s choice. surely, there were chances where naeun wanted to change time back to fix things. it’s merely impossible and turning her head to look over the shoulder wouldn’t do anything. so she’s grown used to dealing with what life throws at her, accepting every moment and cherishing the good while learning from the bad.
“mhm!” head nodding in response, not hesitating once bit when replying to the other male who threw the inquiry at her. growing to realize all the missed opportunities due to how she declined them for her family. working when she could have focused more on studies, go for her dreams instead of letting it die down.
fiddling her thumbs over and around one another silently, sighing softly to herself before her lips stretched over into a warm smile for reassurance that she was fine. not wanting him to feel bad for being curious about her mindset or her life. “i think it’s natural for us to look back and have those ‘what if’s,’ right?”
❛ I SWEAR, I AM NOT CUTE OR SWEET. DON’T CALL ME THAT. I AM EVIL. I AM THE SHADOWS IN THE NIGHT. FEAR ME. ❜
( via source from ) - always accepting / @yokr89
WAS THIS SUPPOSED to be a joke or an attempt to scare the short woman? lips pressing into a thin line, eyeing him when she retraces the words that released out of his mouth. did she believe him by any chance? not at all. naeun gives credit for the attempt, with her head nodding carefully slow.
“... fear you?” repeating the last two words she remembers that passed his lips, head starting to crane to the left. eyelashes batting and she scrunches her nose. perhaps, with the mature features he obtained and him being a male there is slight intimidation she begins to feel. naeun wasn’t about to push it away, she isn’t going to try and slip away so he can continue on with this type of demeanor.
and what’s there to be fearful of to begin with? she doesn’t think of the other male to be a bad guy, or at least right now. plus, she never gazes at the bad aspects of other people around her. when she was done sipping on the mango juice that was curled within her slender digits, her lips detach themselves and she lets out a tiny laugh. “but - what you did just there was kinda cute. i doubt you’re a bad guy anyways.”