misanthropy

a generalized dislike, distrust, digust, contempt, or hatred of the human species, human nature, or society.

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minuoir:

delivery for @miscnthropy​!

UP, CLOSE, AND personal. That’s one way to describe the situation at hand. MZ had simply been minding her own business, scrolling through her phone absentmindedly while enjoying an ice cold drink of Coke before her eyes wandered to the kid with his mouth wide open enough for her to notice the wired device inside. Almost immediately she jumped up from her seat, drink soon forgotten and neck craning up to meet eyes with the poor kid himself. ❝Hey, Braceface!❞ She blurted out without much thought, too far interested in his braces. ❝Hold up, hold up, open up your mouth again for me would ya? I didn’t get a clear view!❞

breathes      IN...

breathes           out...

“ MY NAME IS YONGSEON. “

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lunerious:

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“You look really familiar,” she stated as she looked the boy over. “Like,” Eunwol stopped squinting at his eyes. “Like I’m sure I knew you. Have you ever gone to Shinwa High School (an elite school) or a competed on a swim team in that district? Or are you in college? I go to Yonsei. Have I seen you there?” she questioned him trying to think to where she knew him from.

familiar?? how could he's certain he had never seen the girl in his little life span of his! there was a tiny forced smile, unable to react upon this sudden interaction that surely confused the living hell outta him. swimming team? yeah, when he was like five when his parents thought it was a cure for his asthma. college? sure, he looked old enough to be offered a drink, but one smile and the flash of his braces should shock her back into disbelief. ah, but shinwa. a school that he had been in for about ... five months into his highschool career?? three months?? he couldn't tell anymore. “ ... i went to shinwa for a while. did you attend? “ shinhwa .. a school his parents defintely wanted him to attend and graduate from .. one filled with people from his background, sons of business owners and daughters of presidents. oh, how he HATED. yet, he wondered; in shinhwa you had to had connections, you had to have bags and bags of cash just to breathe around that school. just who was he talking to?

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There’s nothing left for me here

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@98yeevn

Yeeun decided to be a little tease like she ususally were from time to time to just be amused. She was spending some time with her friend, sitting on the couch in the livingroom not doing anything in particular. They were watching a movie but both of them weren’t exactly focused.

So, she decided then to poke his shoulder on repeat. She didnt know that it would have a big impact on him. Suddenly he let it out. ‘Get away from me!’ He frowned, when he had finally gotten enough of her poking him. ‘Stop it!’ He said after when she continued. ‘Oh come on, don’t be such a grumpy butt!’ She chuckled, pouting at him.

‘Im just teasing you, jesus.’ She shrugged when she noticed he didnt like it. She moved away a bit from him on the couch so she wouldnt be touching him. Crossing her arms trying to ignore him further on just to see what he would do.

“well i don't like it.” he said, stern with obvious dislike of the other's actions. if there was anything he didn't like, it was other people's unwelcomed touch. couldn't she just stay where she was? yongseon found it extremely annoying, knowing all too well there was a movie in front of them (which he'd gladly like to sleep through.), but was unable to concentrate due to her mindless game of this childish poking game. not bothered by the way she distanced herself, he began to relax himself upon the couch, almost sitting within the entire corner of the cushion. fine, stay there. he spit, almost like a challenge (IF she was willing to take it.)

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eunbeez:

She stared at the male before nodding. “Sure, do you have a pen by any chance?”

“a...aa” small curses circled around his head as little as the problem was, unfortunate to not have a pen at the time. small wrinkles appeared out of his fist onto the delicate paper of the gfriend poster his little sister prized so dear, angry at himself for not being able to remember the most essential thing when it comes to meeting these idols. “uhh.. no, sorry..” he mumbled, almost inaudible. “sorry, thanks anyway.”

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//* probably going to send out random sentence starters out of this meme that is LITERALLY YONGSEON IN A NUTSHELL!! so please feel free to answer it or come by to plot 😜

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LITTLE REMINDER THAT MY MUSE DOES HAVE BRACES ... AND I GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO CALL HIM ‘ BRACEFACE ‘.

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❛ don’t touch me. ❜

a foreign reaction, he jumped back at the mere second of her burning words. he paused to look at her for a few seconds, seeing how angry she was. her eyes concentrated on her book, yet this time he didn’t know how to even approach her like this. a small pang of guilt immediately PUNCHED him in the face, one that he had never come to feel. maybe, was it because he liked her? he managed to let out a quick, short laugh, thinking she must of been KIDDING if she got mad at a mere PAT ON THE BACK. was she really that sensitive? did he say something? was it that TIME? oh, he knew his girlfriend shy beyond belief. comfortableness, was it? realizing that he provoked her, FINALLY gaining a real reaction from her … it only made him want to see it again. 

“ yeseul-ah …. ! “ a whisper, turning into a call of excitement. using his height to his advantage, he had done something BOLD, not even thinking about what his actions were. a hand reached over her shoulder, his arm resting on the other carefully leaning on her as he hugged her neck. a small HUG, using only one arm as he squeezed her ever so slightly, in his mind: to aggravate her once again.

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❛ i’d like none. ❜

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ah, once again, a similar answer. the way he said it was the same as always, too. lack of interest and he just sounded… bored. “are you sure?” she questioned, eyeing the wide range of products in the store. there must have been something in there he liked… being like this, she had no idea how in the world she was going to find him a birthday present he approved of. his birthday was a little less than a month away, but even that was barely enough time. because his reply would always be.. the same. she sighed, something she noticed she did often lately whenever she was around him, putting back whatever she had in her hand. “fine then.”

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three word starters.

❛ please don’t go. ❜ ❛ don’t turn around. ❜ ❛ eat my dust. ❜ ❛ suck my ass. ❜ ❛ what’s for dinner? ❜ ❛ drunk i’m not. ❜ ❛ where’s your coat? ❜ ❛ bring some beers. ❜ ❛ are you home? ❜ ❛ say my name. ❜ ❛ i can’t go.❜ ❛ i’d like none. ❜ ❛ well fuck me. ❜ ❛ are you sick? ❜ ❛ i’m freezing cold. ❜ ❛ you’re all wet. ❜ ❛ are you drunk? ❜ ❛ don’t look back. ❜ ❛ it says ‘positive’.❜ ❛ run far away.❜ ❛ you are screwed. ❜ ❛ damn it’s hot. ❜ ❛ get here easily? ❜ ❛ don’t touch me. ❜ ❛ it’s cold out. ❜ ❛ just leave me. ❜ ❛ i like you. ❜ ❛ talk to me. ❜

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I’m always looking for more

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she peeled off the straps of her backpack first before sitting down, emptying the right contents on the table. she shook her head frantically when he suggested her doubting his skills; she wouldn’t even dare. “of course not.. ah..” she gave up on trying to be of any influence to whatever he might do, instead pulling out a pen before opening her books. books always had a nice smell to them. she didn’t even reply anymore, instead just focusing on her homework. he wasn’t going to listen anyways.

he sat by her, observing her little sigh of defeat it seemed as she began to focus on her work rather than on him. fine, he thought, i'll focus on my sleep, he thought, why am i still staring at you, he thought. with a blink of an eye, he shook his head softly and allowed his hair to fly over his face before brushing it out of his eyes, eyeing the work she had done before seeing a completely different language. 

“ what is that...... . .. .. ....... ......... ... .... .....”

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DEFINITION OF AHN YONGSEON: a hypocrite.

to describe yongseon in a nutshell, you’d have to mention his apparent love to hate human nature. he thinks everyone acts fake, as if smiles in the hallways of his classroom are all cover ups for someone’s real image. things like compliments and words are conditional and not real at all. people are just saying it to say it in his eyes.

yet, that’s him too. growing up with strict parents who also have double .. triple .. quadruple standards for him caused him to grow up afraid to be himself. it molded him into what he is today: someone who judges and loathes when someone judges him. 

HOW HE ACTS:

he’s a bit apathetic, just does things to do them. he really doesn’t know how to react himself. it’s a bit hard around friends (esp girls). he wants to have fun, wants to be like a kid almost (he’s very childish) but he easily gets bored and doesn’t see the point in anything.

he can be nice (SOMETIMES). does little things instead of big noticeable things. usually does so without thought.