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min007mi‌:

tw: self-harm, negative thoughts, suicidal thoughts, crying

Blood, blood was running from the male’s knuckles, not that he had hit anyone, no this time it was a wall and not a person. The male had put all his anger into hitting a wall as if that could do any good, as if it he hit it hard enough he would feel better, hint; he didn’t feel any better, he felt worse. He had tried hitting, screaming, crying, at one point he wanted to drown himself, but nothing helped, and he wasn’t even too sure why he was all like this. He had seen his parents from afar, and suddenly he regretted running away and becoming a hitman and prostitute, suddenly he felt as if he had ruined his life, as if his life no longer had meaning. 

And though he male was sobbing heavenly, and clearly not thinking straight, the male decided he couldn’t be alone much longer, that it wasn’t good for him, and that he needed someone before he did something terrible. So he went to whoever person he knew who was closest, which ended up being Seonghwa, so Seonghwa now would be one of the few people to ever see him so fragile and vulnerable. Hardly he knocked on the door as he continued sobbing, “Seonghwa” he shouted with a weak voice.

[ tw: blood ] 

light from the lamp beside him pours over seonghwa’s book as he reads, the radio in his kitchen set to soft classical music. it’s dark outside, and has been for a few hours now, but the time had flown by with each page he turned. it’s about time for him to start thinking about dinner, but he’s running somewhat low on groceries - he’ll have to do a shop soon, he thinks - and can’t think of much other than kimchi jigae. he’s partial to it, thanks to an old recipe his great grandmother had passed down which seonghwa swore by. 

he’s not expecting company though, which is why the rather urgent, and loud knock on his front door makes him jump. setting down his book he stands, only just making out the sound of someone calling his name from the other side of the door. who on earth it calling at this sort of time? 

unlocking the door he slowly pulls it open, only for his eyes to widen at the sight before him. min isn’t someone seonghwa would say he’s especially close to, but in that moment, seeing him looking so utterly distressed, tears on his cheeks and a bloodied hand, strikes something in him. reaching out with a soft ‘good lord, what happened?!’ he gently pulls min inside, helping him remove his shoes before hurrying him to his couch. “min? what happened? why are you bleeding?” he gently takes min’s hand to try and assess the damage to it, before biting his lip at the sight and running off to get his first aid box. he returns not even a minute later, and starts pulling out alcohol wipes and bandages. 

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.cookies and friendship

starter for @jeonggukxmi !

it’s lunch time, and seonghwa knows jeongguk’s not about to take his break - not by the way he’s got his head down working on whatever smart thing it is he’s doing. this, however, doesn’t sit well with seonghwa, who’s sat with a box of freshly baked cookies just waiting to be eaten. if jeongguk doesn’t take his break in the next five minutes seonghwa’s going to step in on this nonsense. even if jeongguk’s bound to complain, he can’t sit by and watch the man starve himself all for a job. 

five minutes tick by, seonghwa’s frown deepening with every minute that passes, until he’s practically glaring at jeongguk’s back. right, that’s it. he stands up, cookie box in hand, and makes his way over to jeongguk’s desk. leaning his hip against it he sighs. “jeongguk, it’s lunchtime, aren’t you taking your break?” he doesn’t wait for a response though, before he’s opening his cookie box. 

“here, have a cookie?” he moves to grab the empty chair from the next desk and pulls it over, sitting backwards on it, hand still holding out the cookies to jeongguk. he knows he’s acting like jeongguk’s mother or something, but even if jeongguk doesn’t much care about him, he cares about jeongguk, even considers him a friend, even if only because he’s the only other person on the force his age. it’s nice not to have to hang out with middle aged men if he can help it, but jeongguk doesn’t seem as enthusiastic about the friendship. 

it doesn’t stop seonghwa trying though - surely one day he’ll crack jeongguk and they’ll be proper friends. 

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.delighted dances

starter for @circemi​ !

it’s a sunny afternoon and seonghwa’s got the day off work, which means it’s the perfect time to take thumper to the park for little run through the daisies. he’s packed up thumper’s little carry case with some treats and a jumper in case it gets chilly, and readied him in his harness and leash. it’s always a tiny bit stressful taking thumper to the park - there’s always the risk of him escaping, or a large dog thinking he’s a tasty snack, or someone trying to steal him. but seonghwa knows he likes it, and it’s good for him to get outside sometimes, so he puts aside his own worries for the betterment of his floppy pal. 

heading out he keeps checking on thumper during the short walk, peeking through the little net window of his carrier at him, all snuggled up with his blanket looking perfectly content. seonghwa sometimes feels like a nervous mother when he’s out with thumper, scared of anything happening to him, while thumper enjoys himself, oblivious to seonghwa’s worries. he supposes it’s good practise for the future when he might have actual children to look after. 

he’s biting back his nervous desire to keep thumper held safely in his arms when he opens the door of his carrier and takes ahold of his leash, letting thumper hop out onto the grass. he can’t help but smile as he watches him, breaking into a grin when he starts dashing about in circles, jumping off the ground and twisting in mid-air, doing his ‘i’m super-duper happy’ dance. he lets the leash have a lot of slack so that thumper has the freedom to binky to his hearts delight, watching him with a bright smile. 

this is the best part of walking thumper - seeing just how happy it makes him. 

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Minhyuk never did understood the lovely tradition that was Valentine’s Day, but that may be due to his lack of authentic experience regarding that part of his life. There was no bitter resentment towards the event though, and it’s not like overly lovey dovey couples actually roam around the streets of Myeongcho constantly either. He simply couldn’t understand it. He wasn’t sure how others would have the time to properly celebrate it, or the steps they took to ensure nothing goes wrong.

Not that it was something Minhyuk would ever experience, he thinks to himself. Whenever the day came, he found himself in the same bar, sitting in the same stool, drinking the same cocktail everyday. The bartender most likely already memorised his routine for the day, considering he does nothing else if there was no one he wanted to steal from.

He crossed his legs, elbow on the counter and his chin resting against his palm. Maybe he should try to find more work for days like these. Even though the display of affection isn’t as prominent in Myeongcho (or it was and Minhyuk was just trying not to pay attention), he couldn’t help but feel out of place and maybe a little bit lonely.

“What do people even do on Valentine’s Day?” He asked no one in particular, taking one last shot of his cocktail before setting the cup back down on the counter - empty. Well, there goes his last penny for the day. Minhyuk shouldn’t waste all his money on drinks as tempting as the idea was.

— @miseonghwa ​!

valentines day hasn’t been something seonghwa has ever had the pleasure of celebrating in any romantic way. the closest he’d ever gotten to being someone’s valentine was when his sister would give him valentines card and chocolates. he’d follow up on white day the next month, using what little allowance he had to buy her a small chocolate. he’d never had a proper valentine, and although he tried not to be disappointed about it, he often found himself a little grumpy on valentines day. the couples walking around in their coordinated outfits, the girls with their bouquets, guys with hands full of chocolate boxes from their admirers - they all reminded seonghwa of how lonely he really was. 

it’s for this reason that seonghwa finds himself at a bar that night, fancy pink cocktail held between restless hands. he doesn’t usually frequent bars unless he’s really feeling low, but he feels it’s the right occasion to treat himself to a few drinks, even if he is drinking them alone. he notices a lot of other people sitting alone, which helps him feel just a little less lame. right after work he’d headed home to change out of his uniform and donned a simple black shirt, which he deigned to leave half unbuttoned, and a modest pair of black jeans with some slightly heeled black boots. nothing fancy, but just enough to make him feel a little more confident. 

it doesn’t help him much, though, when he notices a frankly beautiful man sat just a little further down the bar, alone. now, why on earth is a handsome man like that all alone on valentines day? surely he’s got a phonebook full of admirers he could call up to spend the day with. seonghwa finds himself frowning, bothered immensely by this guy sat alone. so, as he notices him finish his drink, he decides to take a chance. he’ll put the unusual amount of courage he feels down to the fact he’s just a little buzzed from his last few drinks, since he’s not usually this forward with his interest. 

making his way over, he slides onto the stool beside the man, setting his cocktail down in front of him and smiling at the guy. “can i buy you a drink?”

[miseonghwa-blog]

hello there! i’m nine and i’m super excited to be here with my sweet officer boy seonghwa. i sort of rushed to get him accepted today, rather than next week because i was so eager, but have managed to get him up a history page, and a profile page, which you can browse to get a feel for him. he’s a very sweet guy who adores kids and animals. he has a very strong set of morals and would do anything to make the world a better place. he thinks that’s what he’s doing by being in the police force (he doesn’t know how easy it is to corrupt the police though poor guy). he’s very intelligent and has a strong interest in art and art history and enjoys sports and nature. he has a pet bunny rabbit called thumper who he adores and will take to the park in a little harness like a dog so he (the bunny) can chew on grass and sniff daisies. 

if you’d like to plot either send me and IM or you can reach me on twitter (@suibichens) where i’m likely to respond a lot quicker. i can’t wait to get plotting as i have so much planned for seonghwa! hopefully i’ll be able to also get to plots up for him soon as well so will post when i have some up!

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