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@lwonbin-blog
tag dump bc i needed fancy tags too idk if it's all of it but oh well. also, ill probably too lazy to use them after a couple of days let's be honest
ilvvoos:
“oh, i’m so s o r r y, mr. president’s son, i didn’t realize that you were just thinking of little old me.” the words were JUST as sarcastic as nearly anything else that came out of ilwoo’s mouth, but he couldn’t ignore the sudden w a r m t h in his chest. he liked the idea that elder was thinking about him (not that he’d ever admit it out loud). and it was PROBABLY because he was soft for wonbin, although he didn’t tend to show it often. if he kept his WEAKNESS to himself then s u r e l y it didn’t count as a weakness anymore. admittedly though he also liked dogs (they were at least better than cats, he was PRETTY sure every single cat in existence had a grudge of some kind against him). he looked over at the boxer m e n t i o n e d putting his hand against the WIRE cages for him to sniff. “he’s cute. and judging by the S I Z E of those pancake paws liable to get a lot B I G G E R.”
❛sarcastic as always i see. i don't dislike that.❜ the fact that ilwoo didn't let himself be pushed around was oddly attractive to wonbin and he didn't even try to hide it. the people around him were mostly S W E E T and listened to his every word but that was boring no? he much prefered having somehow honest people around him, even if they disliked his very being. it made him feel more secure in a way. while ilwoo didn't dislike everything about him ( well, he sure hoped so considering they were dating ) he made him feel that way as well. T H A T, though, he'd have difficulty admitting to the fencer. considering his background, he had to be careful about everything, his dating was to be a secret, even more so considering wonbin was dating a MAN. he wanted to trust his lover but he couldn't help but think he'd eventually betray him — that's why he wanted to spend as much time as possible with the other while he could. the other probably didn't know he worried about everything every second they were together and wonbin hoped it'd stay that way. ❛getting a small and cute one would fit me better mhm? if we look at my image that is.❜ he touched the dog slightly before continuing along mindlessly. ❛should i get a greyhound? but i don't think i can train them to attack others...can i?❜, he asked as he turned to face ilwoo. ❛maybe i should forget about the dog altogether and just convince youngjoo to be my bodyguard❜ he grabbed ilwoo's hand, interlacing their fingers. ❛or maybe Y O U could do that? mr the president would surely be happy since i wouldn't run away anymore.❜
if you could do one thing without any consequences what would it be?
O N E thing was quite difficult. if they had asked more, he could have easily throwned away some simple steal a car and some other reckless things but the emphasis made him think twice. REALLY, if he could do one thing without consequences, what would it be? a couple of ideas popped in his mind but the one that stayed was: being able to be himself even in front of the cameras, hoping people wouldn't dislike him now that he had removed his mask. ❛talk like i want to, act like i want to❜
what do you love more: money or power?
❛when you have one, you almost automatically got the other.❜ one couldn't live without the other; a simple fact. most rich people are powerful because of their money so, in his humble opinion, wouldn't money be a better choice? ❛but to answer your question, money. i need it to take care of my cat, not power.❜
i'm late aren't i
〔 YOUNGJOO 〕
HE WAS RUNNING AS FAST AS HE COULD from the car parked just besides the nearby convenience store he had asked to stop at a mere five minutes ago —well, more from who was currently sitting inside of it. his father had decided to take preventive mesures ( knowing full well his son would try to get away ) and had wonbin escorted OR in wonbin's eyes, kidnapped , by 4 bodyguards so he would attend the birthday party of a family friend's daughter. wonbin was quite used to social gatherings and actually liked attending such events since it broadened his connections but T H A T girl; he couldn't stand.
that's why he was in such a predicament — calling a taxi while not really knowing where the H E L L he was. out of habit, he didn't give his address to the driver ( that would probably be where those thugs would look for him first ) instead, he gave him the adress of someone he could d e f i n i t e l y trust. ❛can we please get out of here? i'm being followed.❜, he spoke to the driver before they finally took off.
f a s t f o r w a r d to 20 minutes later, when the taxi stopped slowly in front of a familiar place. he hurriedely paid the taxi driver before getting out and making his way to the front door. wonbin already knew what was waiting for him, c'est-à-dire , a locked door. thankfully, as the president's son, he had learned a couple of TRICKS. with quick fingers, he took the small knife he always kept on him and broke into his friend's home. the usual right? he made himself at home, going F I R S T to the kitchen to get some snacks before sitting comfortably on the sofa in the living room; youngjoo just happened to be in his vision as soon as he sat down. ❛what?❜ he shrugged. ❛i almost got killed i had to come here.❜, he said in a meaningless attempt at explaning himself to the older man.
ilvvoos:
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why were they here AGAIN? he’d just kind of let wonbin d r a g him here. he’d said that he wanted a dog which was fine ilwoo didn’t mind dogs. what he d i d mind was being dragged along to help wonbin find his PERFECT canine match. or whatever. “remind me why couldn’t you pick a dog by y o u r s e l f?” ilwoo asked. truthfully it wasn’t that he was UPSET about spending extra time with wonbin. however, ilwoo f e l t like he was almost obliged to COMPLAIN about it at this point. it was just how they w o r k e d. wonbin took ilwoo along to do something he c o u l d ’ v e very well done ALONE and ilwoo complained about it. it was a natural sort of PROGRESSION and who was ilwoo to change what was routine now?
getting a dog was something he wanted to do for a while but bringing ilwoo along for it was simply an excuse to meet the other. wonbin had his pride; he wouldn't admit, even at gunpoint, that he liked being around the fencer more than anyone else at the moment. wonbin usually tried to meet him in more private places since he DID need to keep up his image but would the both of them being seen together, just to get a dog, be such a big deal? no. ❛shut up, you'll have to see him a lot so i figured you'd prefer being there so i don't get an annoying one.❜ he planned to bring the dog wherever he went and ilwoo would just have to deal with that. ❛ i'm doing this for you really, shouldn't you jump in joy?❜ besides, wonbin was planning on training his future dog as a guard dog so if ilwoo didn't want to get bitten one day, familiarizing the dog to his scent was important. knowing his lover was probably annoyed by now, wonbin just flashed him a smile before grabing him by the arm so he'd get closer to the dogs. ❛what about that one?❜, he asked as he nodded towards a boxer.
THERE’S BEEN AN INCIDENT AND THE PRESIDENT’S SON (WHO IS SO VERY LOVED BY THE PUBLIC) NEEDS TO BE MOVED NOW
sxraii:
It wasn’t just one of those days, this time it was different. Half the time the fire service showed up people hurled abuse but for once Sora just wanted to be mean. “Have you been living in a bubble? Who thinks that, ever?” Still, Sora wanders around his condo, stumbling across a packet of rice crackers and heading back towards him, opening the packet and munching on it in the process. “Easy.” She stuffs another cracker into her mouth, slipping off her shoes. “Your insurance will guarantee a locksmith & until they arrive, I’ll sit here.” At this point Sora doesn’t really care & she wanted any excuse possible to avoid doing the pile of paperwork on her desk back at the station. Gulping, she sits on a nearby sofa. “It’s difficult for me really, but I’ll stay here because I’m a good person ——you’re being such a nuiscance it’s impossible for me to leave anyway.”
every word that left her mouth left him speechless. she acted overly familiar for someone that had met him 5 minutes earlier and he hated it. her attitude screamed you're worthless, i'm better than you and it took every ounce of patience in wonbin for him not to just kick her out right there. what calmed him down was that she had actually answered his question; it's just that she proceeded to insult him after. he sighed loudly as he followed behind her, dropping on the sofa lazily, just besides her. ❛We just met. I don't think a sane person would just leave a stranger alone in their house❜ it was evident that no one would agree to what she had said but she seemed strangely determined to stay right where she was — as if she was trying to piss him off on purpose. ❛right? it doesn't make sense to you either doesn't it?❜, he eventually said as he tried to keep the polite smile on his face ( something that turned out to be much more difficult than usual ). ❛I guess I'll reschedule my meeting. You can leave now.❜ he took out his phone, pressing the numbers in before nodding towards the DOORLESS exit. hopefully she'd just leave with that.
park bogum for mandarina duck ✧ special sketch film
i have finally decided to make a kind of plot page/wanted connections since i’m so bad at plotting and brainstorming. Under the cut is everything i’d like to have for wonbin, the ones in bold being the ones i’m most excited about !
PLOT CALL
aka me talking non stop and being sentimental and loving all of you, if you don’t feel like reading a book here’s the message lmao : just like this post and i’ll come to your dms! + i’m going to reply to the open starters soon
liuvi:
parties, or as levi liked to think of them: a way to garner lavish stories or at least enough time to think up one. the alcohol helped, so egged by several people cheering his ego, levi downed at least thrice the weight of a chihuahua in sour shots of liquor. his head was louder than the music, voices of people he’d met, he’d yet to meet and his own all merged in his mind, throwing out words that he would make into a great story tomorrow - should he remember.
another voice popped his thought bubble, one crisp, clear and very real voice. the question brought a cheshire cat-like smile to levi’s face. a handsome man offering him a drink - for what reason? spending the night together? money? levi had the time and change for it all.
❛ well, slap my ass and call me sally, ❜ levi exclaimed dramatically. ❛ i’d be an idiot to decline. ❜ a childish guffaw left his lips, leaving him reeling in dizzy amusement. ❛ i’ll take four. ❜ levi declared yet he held up only three and a half digits, one being his thumb. yes, this was indeed a perfect start to the story.
when he offered a drink to the one besides him, it was his way out of the club. he could briefly talk with them and then get away with a horrible excuse everyone would eat up because of their drunkeness. he had no way expected levi to respond in that way — althought he should've since they were in a club and what was considered normal was completely different than usual. he tried to regain his poker face before replying to him. ❛what kind of drink would you like? a beer? a shot? ❜ he ignored everything else the other had said, it would only cause trouble for nothing and his whole plan would be ruined. he smiled in the most flirty way he could muster at the moment as he waited for the obviously drunk man to answer so he could go get the drinks.
svnyovng:
sunyoung wasn’t much for the PARTY scene herself, but she also suspected her older self would detest her 19-year old self if she didn’t at least get out every once in a while. she wouldn’t do much of a change by signing petitions from her laptop anyway. it was a new club that had opened up, and sunny had somehow found herself with an INVITATION in hand, and even though she had several friends to bring, she had ultimately chosen wonbin. she figured he NEEDED the break. she had already had a drink too much — her body s h u d d e r i n g at the thought of another. the last thing she wanted was to embarrass her friend. ❛ AH — no, no, i think i’ll stick to water for now, ❜ came her light giggle as she beamed at him. ❛ are you not having fun? maybe i should buy you another drink. ❜
and so, both of them had somehow ended up in the club even if the both of them weren't the partying type. his reason for being there was clear; his image — but what about her? wonbin wasn't really sure why, out of everyone he knew, it was sunyoung who had invited him out. he was still confused about it now, as he pushed the girl on his lap away and got up. ❛oh—❜, he exlaimed before nodding slightly. ❛ i'll get you some water then. don't push yourself.❜ his relationship with her was still clouded in mystery — well not for her. for all she knew, wonbin adored her. wonbin, himself, didn't really knew how he felt about sunyoung; it's not like he hated her, she was nice enough to keep around and it'd be a lie to denie the fact he had a soft spot for her but, truthfully, he wouldn't hesitate to throw her away if necessary. in his defense, he'd do the same to everyone. while he acted nicely with others, it was rare for him to be sincere about it. at least she could be slightly happy about wonbin being sincere with her from time to time. ❛no no, i shouldn't drink more if i want to take care of you. ❜