now that the current atmosphere added to the creepy factor, that was accompanied with their movie for the night (it was already somewhere two-ish in the morning, nearing to three). it felt like as if they were inside the movie. difference was, they were watching their own horror flick. she grabbed the blanket beside her that she prepared beforehand and sprawled it to the both of them, the fabric could help her dealing with those gruesome and unexpected scenes afterwards.
as she was done with voicing out her concern, vivienne felt a hand pulling her and it almost made her jumped to her feet afore knowing it was his—a sigh of relief was released and settled in close to him. smiling at the mention of minseok’s assurance. “sure,” and the jolly cat reached for a handful before popping inside her mouth, the sweet flavor overwhelming her taste buds. it was a movie after all, fiction to put. she knew she would survive the whole thing, it was just her scream that often gave it away. “yes, i could use some of your commentaries for this,” talking was one of the forms that could easily distract her, and also would prevent from producing her infamous high pitched shrikes.
Minseok’s ear remembers the last time they planned to watch a movie together. Vivienne should sing opera, because despite her size and slim figure, this girl has some powerful lungs on her. Minseok remembers the white noise on his left ear half an hours after The Omen was over, and now he is in it again for The Conjuring. Maybe he just likes killing his hearing off one Vivienne-scream at a time.
“Why don’t you tall about what the characters are wearing? That might help.” Minseok eats popcorn like a rodent, munching on it. “The you know, dresses and... Tiny hats? And the... Skirts?”
as the form of reply had floated around the atmosphere, she reached for the refrigerator door and opened it; getting a bottle of coke and a bottled water for herself and closed it afterwards before getting back to the couch and set the respective bottles down. “let me know if you ever need anything later, okay?” the model opened the bags of popcorn, both caramel and chocolate flavor, and poured them into a large bowl. “help yourself,” she handed the bowl to him and went to dispose the now empty plastic bags.
vivienne felt at ease now that he was here, a company was all she even needed to survive the night. as she dried her hands soon after washing them and presumed. it was a bad idea to connect the mac screen onto the television, as it could really scare her off, though she had minseok now. hiding behind him, or covering her face with a cushion was the least she could have done to comprehend the scream. a light giggle escape past her lips upon hearing the statement, “well, i do wanna watch it. but preferably, not alone,” she mused and set the the television before dimming the lights—giving both of the friends the remarkable movie experience as the screen finally lit up. ”tell me i’ll survive this,” as she offered him a slightly worried look.
Lights out, popcorn out and with the movie about to begin, Minseok snuggled up in the couch to reach the prime movie-watching position, between cushions and Vivienne.
He stored popcorn on his left cheek like a squirrel getting ready for the winter and then pushed Vivi close by the shoulders, protecting her from the movie. “Come he, don’t worry. You are gonna survive this, I can keep on babbling about every technical mistake on the movie so it won’t sound so scary. Nah I’m kidding.” Minseok smiles to her, under his wing. “Popcorn?”
Every two seconds Minseok pokes Jinki on his ribs to show something amazing about that nightclub life. This time, he is just mesmerized with the fact that his drink glows in the dark? Must be some heavy science.
Jinki and Minseok have been friends forever, through thick and thin, and Minseok’s life tends for the thin, majorly. You can say that both of them are not the clubbing type just by the way they look lost among the sea of people. Minseok is attached to Jinki's arm using his friend as a human shield, but despite that Minseok was smiling the whole time.
It's different, it's something new. That place is huge, loud, colorful - the literal opposite of his quiet, small house. He is not sure about the dancing part (people are throwing some crazy moves there), but he can feel the electricity of fun starting to run in his veins. It could also be the drink that blinks, though.
"This place is awesome!" He is bouncing on his feet, yelling on Jinki's ear because the loud music makes him feel partially deaf. "What is that thing over there, is that a cage?!"
she had only waited for the other to step in before she could proceed with closing on the door. it was kind of late at the time, and she needed company as watching horror films alone could easily affect the night for her—a probability that she would stay up until dawn and would finally fall asleep afterwards, resulting for her to wake up during the afternoons and the model didn’t like it if she does. vivienne returned the smile, only to be exchanged into a slight pout upon hearing the last bit of his remark. “excuse me, i can actually cook mister. and of course you would! what do you take me for?”
the expression was still intact on her lips before she felt a pat on the head, causing the frown to be turned upside down. “i don’t mind, really. but i have some snacks too,” as she walked to the couch, where everything was all prepared already. “oh, how about drinks? plain, coke, or something else?” and changed her destination towards the refrigerator and waited for minseok’s inquiry.
“Coke, please” he sits down on the couch, a wave of comfort instantly hitting him like a warm hug. Oh boy, maybe he should start investing on quality furniture. Even the memory of his old sofa back on his house is scaring him more than the movie would.
Minseok can’t help but smile at all the preparation Vivi put on this movie night, with all the snacks set up on the table, the big screen, the whole ordeal. Doesn’t even compare with his lame half eaten bag of Doritos that he is turning on his face to chug the crumbles. Now his face is also decorated with Doritos.
“If I didn’t know you I’d say you really want to watch this movie.”
it was getting late by the second, and before she could fully fledged release that side of hers, freaking out at the sheer thought of a real horror movie; she knew all too well that it she had been partially at fault—who the heck reads up articles on such happenings whilst waiting for the download to finish? and the fact that she loaded a scary one was just the tip of the iceberg. all she had to do was wait upon his arrival and maybe would eventually avoid watching the rest of the film if it did successfully freaked her out.
not that vivienne could not survive the whole ordeal out of it, she actually could though the part that where she was able to produce such thundering screams, as her friends had told her, could spoil the fun. that was why she stopped going to the theaters if scary motion pictures was released as the shriek of hers could potentially damage one’s hearing, to the very least and appeal unwanted amount of attention brought onto her.
minseok’s series of replies had came in, causing for her to almost jump to her seat (due to the slight ping of it) and amidst all of the feelings and thoughts piled up inside her head, he was able to make a joke out of it. the other was very used to it, so, it didn’t surprised her when she read the text messages. noting of his dark form of humor. not everyone could tolerate it, into not perceive him as odd, freak, and the likes. people were relatively different in their own ways. so, the matter was all subjective.
✉ → [ minnie ] really, you haven’t?
✉ → [ minnie ] yessssss
✉ → [ minnie ] and no, i’ll try my best not too
the model tried another shot in keeping herself distracted as she decide to scroll down instagram, it was a platform that could easily occupy her attention as she was already lost into stalking checking out the victoria’s secret models accounts and wandered if one day she was able to model for the renowned brand. anything’s possible, only the time has yet to come for her to shine. getting too lost with her phone sticking below her nose, the doorbell rang
“oh, he’s here”. as she quickly made over to the door and taking a peek, making sure that the guest was the one she invited. she unlocked and opened the door, unveiling a view of the other munching down onto the doritos. “were you that hungry?” the question slips past her tongue and gestured for him to come in. “i could whip up a simple snack if you’d like,”
Minseok kicked his shoes off to the wall near the door, sliding inside the room with his blue socks, munching on more Doritos. He smiled at Vivienne with Doritos lips. “I didn’t know dinner was in the bargain too.” And Minseok stopped, arching a brow at her. “Have I ever tasted your cooking? And more importantly, do you think I would survive to the end of the movie if I did?”
But he was just kidding, alright? That’s why he patted Vivi’s head with his clean-not-orange hand, band-aids on his fingers as usual. “Listen don’t worry about that, I’m sorry I ate our snacks but you don’t have to cook, it’s kinda too much trouble, yeah?”
─ Slender fingers thumb through the manila folder that’s held in his hand. Eyes quickly skim through it’s contents before he finally peers up at the other male settled across from him. Ears perked at the compliment. Even more so that he was referred to as ‘seonsaengnim.’ Definitely not a first, but it always made him feel more aged than he was.
Placing the folder down on his oakwood desk, Sanghoon props both elbows onto the furniture, hands clasped loosely in front of him. He offers the Minseok a gentle smile. ❛ Please, refer to me as simply Sanghoon. And it’s light if you compare it to a hardcover book. ❜ A chuckle seeps through that smile, in hopes that the other male could understand that he was merely joking.
It was interesting when he first received the manila folder. It came as a surprise that Yoo seonsaeng had decided to refer Minseok to him. Granted she would be retiring and needed to find the young man a replacement therapist. He was just caught off guard that she thought him to be capable and trusted him enough to place this young man into his hands. The therapist himself didn’t doubt his skills and abilities, he knew he would do well. Just someone as prestigious as Yoo, well it was an honor.
As they sat there, Sanghoon once again offers a warm smile. ❛ Tell me about yourself, Minseok-shi. ❜ Basic. But it’s a start. He always preferred listening to people talking about themselves. It gave way to how confident they were and how comfortable they would be speaking about who they were, what they did and the like. It also gave insight to what he could potentially be dealing with in the way their posture is, their gestures, their facial expressions. Everything would be tied in, everything would be noted.
But, in all honesty, he did wish to learn more about Minseok, all therapy aside.
Oh, right, the show and tell part. Minseok can’t say he’s used to being over-analysed and theorized upon by many reporters and media anchors years ago. They always come up with absurd theories, some even saying that he’s probably just as crazy as his mother and should be under surveillance.
His only consolation is that, inside that room, he can tell his own version of what Minseok is.
“Hm. One thing I can say about myself is that this week things got bad-- I'm not sure if it’s written in there or not but I have this... Thing that I do, and it's not like I try to hide it either.” Minseok showed his hands, square palms and short fingers; the thumb and index fingers of a hand and the thumb and middle finger of the other covered with band-aids. "When I get really anxious I bite my fingers, I bite my nails... There are all those breathing and meditation exercises that I try to think of when I feel the panicking starting to take over but I can't always make it work.
I've been doing this for as long as I can remember. Today my fingers are throbbing and hurting so much I can't even hold a pen, and then I regret doing it. What happened is I had a client - I call them clients, by the way. You know. The dead people - and she looked just like my mother. I even called the prison to make sure she was still locked up-- I just. I got the job done, of course, proceeded like I'd do with every other client but I kept thinking about my mother the whole time and... I know I'm getting better now but I'm still not in a position where I can deal with the memories and it infuriates me that the mere thought of that woman can make me break again.
So I eat my fingers and I have mom issues, me in a nutshell. The other thing that comes to mind is how undeniably awesome I am playing Jenga."
the night sky was pitch black, as the model was done going through her planner and rearranging her stuff just because she felt like doing so and had lost the track of time alongside it. when she was done, she glanced at snowbell, who had been already sleeping peacefully on the bed. she wasn’t the one who would settle in for the day when she was fully wide awake at the time. so, it was safe to say that it movie night for her—as she was free for tomorrow.
after grabbing her mac and gone downstairs, she surfed online and found a few potential movies. the second installment of the conjuring was well received, at least for the critics anyway. so, without giving it much of a thought, she clicked download and had waited until it finished. it was a simple task when the world of internet could distract you from anything else, it was then she decided to read a few articles regarding odd cases reported of the film; it unveiled that a man died watching the film and the body had been missing.
how could that possibly happen? somehow, she felt the shivers down her spine and reached for her phone to type in a text message.
[ ✉ → minnie ] hi!!! ◕‿ ◕
[ ✉ → minnie ] its kinda late but could you come over?
[ ✉ → minnie ] i wanna watch the conjuring but i’m scared, hELP
[ ✉ → minnie ] pls, you’re the only who can survive hearing me scream
after sending out the text messages out to minseok, whom was a friend of hers, vivienne tried hard to distract herself by getting a few snacks ready out for the both of them and the clock displayed that it was almost 2 in the morning. this was not a good time to be wanting to watch a movie, and a scary one to put.
His cell phone is always on vibrate, but it’s just a habit. Christina Aguilera singing Show me Your Burlesque as a ringtone is not always appropriate anyway.
Minseok is washing the dishes when he gets the texts. It’s like man, you know you’re bored out of your mind when you are washing dishes for fun. He dries a hand on his pants to quickly reply.
[vivi] you must read minds
[vivi] oh i never watched this one
[vivi] just try not to block my blood circulation too much this time
[vivi] i’ll be there wink wink
Gun family is a movie family, they don’t own a TV but Minseok has a huge computer monitor just to watch movies with his father. And no movie family can be respected without a cabinet full of snacks and microwave popcorn.
He didn’t go out much, so when Minseok told his father he was just going to Vivienne’s house real quick to watch a movie the man smiled. They have an agreement - if anything happens they have a distress button emergency system that alerts both the hospital and Minseok. It's a terrible pressure to think you are just going out with some friends to have a good time and leaving your sick father alone at home, but he needs a break sometimes too, right?
Everyone does.
But enough with the issues! Minseok is smiling to himself inside the subway remembering the way Vivi screams watching horror movies - that's the funny part. He is bringing popcorn and Doritos, but the Doritos didn't survive. When Minseok rings the doorbell at Vivienne's door he's already eating the dang thing.
He’s sitting in a new office now, the whole thing feels otherworldly. Minseok has been seeing the same wallpaper and sitting on the same velvet brown chair for the past ten years, but now those are not the same walls and the chair he is sitting on is far more comfortable.
His previous therapist, a gentle woman with nice voice and strands of grey hair, moved to Europe leaving Minseok on trusted hands, she said. It wasn’t abrupt, she warned Minseok about the trip one year in advance, and they everyone worked together so the transition would be as smooth as possible. It’s fine by him, in the end. Minseok loves therapy, it’s his life saver - literally. So put him in a room with a fairly young man with flawless hair and calm eyes and he is good to go.
This is the first session, and the mechanics are similar to a blind date. It’s the first time any of you meet in person, and you have to figure out what to say and how to behave. You don’t want the person to think you are weird or crazy right away, let’s wait for the third date at least.
“Seonsaengnim, I like your office."
Minseok moves on the chair a little, testing how nice it is. The cushion makes his lumbar sing in joy because of the hours he has to spend on weird back-killing positions while working.
He continued. "You probably got all the files on me from Yoo seonsaengnim already right? Light reading?”
Oh was Yixuan ready for this one. “I got it all under control!” He reassured Minseok as he tapped on the plastic around the other’s head.
“And don’t worry, all this stuff is vegan friendly, no animal testing and no animal products in any of these dyes!” He added, of course Yixuan always thought about the animals.
Okay, so maybe Yixuan was only dying Minseok’s hair pink because it’d make him look more like that cute boyband member he had had his eyes on for the past couple of months, but he did think pink would suit Minseok very well. Pink suited everyone. “You’re gonna look sooooooo cool,” He could see it now, both of them walking down the street with their cool pink hair, what a sight! Definitely #squadgoals.
Minseok half scoffed half smiled “I wasn’t worried about that” no to piss on Yixuan’s vegan animal-friendly believes or anything, but they had more pressing matters there. “I’m worried I’ll lose my hair.”
Oblivious about his friend’s fanboy vein pumping full speed there is Minseok, feeling super adventurous. What would his father think? Hm, he’d probably not even notice. And it’s not like his clients could say anything about his attempt on a new visual either. “Couple hair” he laughed, making faces to the mirror. “I think this hair is gonna give me the power to look cool wearing my lame clothes”
You need to risk more, you need to get out of your comfort zone - the words ringing in Minseok’s head while he has a plastic cap on, looking like a worried condom. The reason he is worried it because when his therapist said to get out of his comfort zone he probably meant go to a bar, meet people! - and not go dye your hair pink.
The idea came up because ever since Yixuan showed up with cotton candy pink hair, Minseok was intrigued. Hey, would he look good with pink hair too? That's a hard one. He never ever did anything to his hair, just plain boring normal hair, at best trimming it a little and at worse going back to his high school cut just because meh. But Yixuan guaranteed he had the hands and ability to make pink hair happen.
"Hey Yi" Minseok called sitting on the bed, staring at the hand mirror. "You are positive this is not gonna fry my brain right?"
My older brother, Minkyu, he used to love baseball. I remember we were screaming so loud watching the World Baseball Classic of 2006 and Bae Youngsoo was his favorite player, he even had a shirt. I don’t follow baseball that much anymore, back then I was pretty much excited over everything my brother liked.
My father has Parkinson, it started years ago. I take care of him now and it’s not always easy. I started learning my father’s profession because he had trouble handling the instruments, so he used to narrate me the instructions - now I’m better than he ever was, but that’s because I’m a solid workaholic.
Now my family is me and my father, sometimes I work at our home and sometimes at the Hospital. We don’t own a TV, by choice. None of us like to watch the news, but we do like movies. My father is in his fifties now and he really enjoys western movies. Last week we watched Il buono, il brutto, il cattivo, it’s his favorite.
Hibiscus - Did you ever play an instrument? If so what?
I had piano classes when I was a kid, but it didn’t catch my interest. My teacher was very strict and used to slap my fingers with a ruler - I hated it.
Amaryllis - If you were allowed one wish of your choice but you had to give up something that was very important to you - what would you give up, and for what?
I’m terrible with ultimatums and life changing decisions, it makes my skin crawl, and the idea of losing precious things is not a favorite either. I don’t like change, I don’t like surprises…
But I can think of one wish. I wish I could take a break from myself anyway, enjoy the beach a drink stupid drinks with umbrellas on it? Like a person with no worries in life would. Yeah, yeah, okay in a nutshell I need to learn how to have fun.
On the giving up part, I’d have to give up my love for my profession and what I do for a living. It’s my passion, one of the only.
To @mgvivienne
Daisy - How old were you when you had your first kiss?
Funny story! I think I was six? A girl from my school tripped on a rock and smashed her had in mine. My loose tooth fell and she had a nosebleed but we kissed.
Jasmine - What is your most prized possession?
My therapist. (Probably nor a thrilling answer)
Calla Lily - If you died right now, what song would you want to play at your funeral?
This is weird but I’m one of those people who plan their funeral (we exist) and I think I’d like something simple. Not a lot of flowers, a small reception to the ones I love. catering would be serving tea and I’d like a cello duo playing the rocky horror picture show soundtrack.
Oh yeah.
Iris - What is the best thing that has ever happened to you?
I while back I found a coin on the floor and it was the exact amount of money I needed to have enough to buy a waffle.
To @mgsanghoon
Tulip - What was your greatest childhood fear and are you still afraid of it?
Look, my mother is a convicted murderer in jail. I pretty much have a long list, how much time do you got?
Aster - What is your most favorite dish to eat?
I’m a simple guy, I like burgers.
To @mgseokjae
Carnation - If I handed you a concert ticket right now, who would you want to be the performer?
Christina Aguilera!
To @mgeunyong
Locust - What was your favorite book as a child?
I don’t remember having a favorite book, but I have a favorite tale. It’s called the Scorpion and the Frog. The scorpion wanted to cross the river and asked the frog to carry him, the frog was scared the scorpion would sting him, but the scorpion said he wouldn’t do that because both of them would drown.
Spoiler alert, the scorpion stings the frog anyway. When the frog asks why the Scorpion says he can control it, it’s in his nature.
My mother used to tell me this tale.
To @mgeseo
Orange Blossom - If you could pick the gender and appearance of your child, would you?
Labrador, golden.
Myrtle - Describe your crush?
I don’t have a crush on someone that exists… What I want, maybe even what I need, is someone who can make me laugh, who can accept that I’m not perfect (I’m far from it), that I’m not a happy person and finally, that leave wet towels on the bed.
Marigold - Do you listen to what’s on the radio?
Not really. I avoid radio, TV, and social media as much as I can. I’m a cave man. Ooga.
Chrysanthemum - Have you ever done alcohol or drugs?
I’m off some of my prescription meds now but I used to take humor stabilizers, sleeping pills, painkillers, anti-depressives, appetite stimulant, anti-anxiolytic and I can proudly say I’m fine with just tea now, those pills were making me fat anyway.
Daisy: How old were you when you had your first kiss?
Carnation: If I handed you a concert ticket right now, who would you want to be the performer?
Jasmine: What is your most prized possession?
Foxglove: Name three facts about your family?
Allium: What’s the best thing you can cook?
Orange Blossom: If you could pick the gender and appearance of your child, would you?
Calla Lily: If you died right now, what song would you want to play at your funeral?
Poinsettia: Favorite holiday dish?
Oxlip: Would you ever get into a long distance relationship?
Primrose: Favorite movie?
Daffodil: What’s the most thoughtful present you’ve ever received?
Rose: Are you currently in love with someone?
Anemone: Would you ever become a vegan?
Peony: What’s your favorite hot beverage?
Tulip: What was your greatest childhood fear and are you still afraid of it?
Myrtle: Describe your crush?
Hibiscus: Did you ever play an instrument? If so what?
Zinnia: What was your dream while growing up?
Poppy: Why did you choose your current career?
Hydrangea: Starbucks order?
Violet: Do you like where you’re from?
Locust: What was your favorite book as a child?
Rhododendron: What’s the scariest dream you’ve ever had?
Queen Anne’s Lace: Would you rather carve pumpkins or wrap presents?
Magnolia: Favorite kind of candy?
Aster: What is your most favorite dish to eat?
Marigold: Do you listen to what’s on the radio?
Heliconia: Do you like when it rains?
Azalea: What’s a movie you cried while watching?
Dandelion: Do you think you’re important?
Lavender: Would you consider yourself a hopeless romantic?
Chrysanthemum: Have you ever done alcohol or drugs?
Gardenia: What is the worst thing that has ever happened to you?
Iris: What is the best thing that has ever happened to you?
Amaryllis: If you were allowed one wish of your choice but you had to give up something that was very important to you - what would you give up, and for what?
Hey there, pal! Are you looking for an endless string of Angst, fucked up characters with fucked up families, but also weird unusual plots? Worry no more and just follow me under the cut.
But first, let me introduce you to the basics of Gun Minseok. ( bio // plot page )
He is a mortician apprentice, yes that's right. His father is the funeral director at the Seoul Hospital and Minseok is gonna undertake (pun intended) the family business.
By the way, yeah, he loves the family business
He has a blog where he writes about the family business, shining all his sarcastic dark humor glory
He also likes Christina Aguilera and sweet popcorn
Now follow me under the cut for the heavy stuff.
Back in 1994 Minseok’s mom murdered a man and woman, a crime of passion. They only found out in 2006 and his mom has been in jail ever since.
His mother is known as the cleaver mom, pretty self explanatory
Minseok witnessed his mom chop the man’s hand in the kictchen using the cleaver and he surpressed this memory until his teenage years
He has an older brother, Minkyu, but he ditched the family and no one has heard of him ever since
Minseok’s father has Parkinson’s and Minseok takes care of him
He gets super anxious and super nervous sometimes and insomnia is his best friend and longest relationship ever
Heavy on the mom issues
He sees dead people practically everyday so Minseok is not fazed by the idea of dying
Also his brain shut down and he is unbothered by violence, blood, etc. It’s just another Sunday
So hey if you want to hop on this mess I liked his bio and plot page up there! :D I hope you all like Minseok and that we can have loads of fun with this creepy peanut. ♥
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