WANING LOVE

[mphanhwa]

mp-jinseok​:

mphanhwa​: Hanhwa & Jinseok

Adrenaline//Hanhwa & Jinseok

“The purpose of skydiving? Bruh it’s like, one of the best rushes you can get! A natural high like no other!” To say that Jinseok was a bit of an adrenaline junkie was the understatement of the century. Anything extreme, you could find Jinseok right in the thick of it. “It doesn’t need to have some profound purpose to enjoy it you know.” He held the door open to the building and let Hanhwa go in before him.

“These guys are good friends of mine. They’ve had to put up with me for years. They’ll take good care of you.” He greeted them heartily and beckoned Hanhwa to come forward. “We’ll get you trained up in no time but first I need to know who would you like to tandem dive with? I normally don’t use a parachute for obvious reasons but if you’re more comfortable jumping with me I’m fine with that.”

          Hanhwa still can’t really understand Jinseok's reasoning. But he just nodded since he’ll soon experience it for himself. It’s not really often he feels adrenaline or feeling high for that matter. His life has been monotonous, arriving at Mount Phoenix was the start of his life changing and sparks of colors started to fill in his sight. “Okay,” he just nodded along, hoping that he’ll experience the type of thrill and excitement Jinseok has when he explained it to him. 

          He feels a little bit awkward, looking back and forth to the new people. Subconsciously he moves closer to Jinseok since he’s the one he’s most familiar with amongst the new men. He gives them a small nod, remembering what his mother told him to do when he met new people and stayed silent. “Is it okay though?” he asks again, feeling a little bit guilty for not picking the other guys, “I don’t want to hold you back from the natural high you talked about.”

[mphanhwa]

mpxara​:

anyone can cook;

@mphanhwa​

“Cooking is really simple,” Ara noted as she laid out all of the vegetables on the counter. “Especially with recipes! It’s basically fool-proof, you just have to follow the directions.” The wealth of recipes and the ease with which someone could access them were probably her favourite thing that she had discovered since leaving God’s Meadow, considering before she and the other women had just had to rely on the few recipes some of the women knew by heart and their untrained culinary instincts. It was so much easier to open a cookbook and follow simple instructions.

Which was exactly what they were doing today. She grabbed her Korean cookbook from a shelf and opened it to a recipe for bibimbap, figuring it was an easy enough dish to start with. “Let’s cut the carrots and mushrooms first. You need to cut them really small.” There was probably a technically term for it, but she certainly did not know it. She took one of the carrots and began carefully slicing it into thin pieces, then chopped up those pieces even smaller. “Like that. Looks about right, huh?”

She looked over at Hanhwa with a smile, patting the cutting board beside her to encourage him to give it a shot. He did not seem to know how to cook anything at all, and the best way to learn was by doing. As much as she would have been willing to cook for him, he would learn much better if he did it along with her. “This is probably the hardest part, and the rest is easy!”

          He would probably disagree that cooking is simple. With all the flames and sporadic movement as not to burn the ingredients, Hanhwa doesn’t think he has the capabilities to do so. But there’s nothing wrong in trying, that’s one thing he had learned after living in Mount Phoenix for several weeks, everything seems do-able at least they are until he tried it. “Oh, okay…” he nodded, eyes following her movements and also the cookbook laid in front of him. Though he barely could read or understand what’s written in the pages, at least the pictures and diagrams helped. 

          Hanhwa had never had bibimbap before, he’s not worth it for a full meal like that. He doubted he could finish them either, maybe he’ll share with Ara since he’s not the person who eats a lot in the first place. “I’ll try,” he nodded after watching her cutting the vegetables into small pieces. The boy glanced at the knife he held and the one in her hand, trying to mimic the way she’s holding the knife before he tries to cut them roughly into small pieces. At least it looked small, albeit some of the pieces looked bigger than the other. 

          “Like that?” The promise of something easy motivates him. Anyone should have known better not to hand him a knife, as his hands are clumsy and might cut himself with it but so far, he handles it well. “Should I...cut the rest of them to small pieces too?”

[mphanhwa]

mp-jacksonx​:

Is there anything better than pussy? Yes, a really good book.  (Jackson~Hanhwa)

           Jackson’s smiles were always the most genuine things about him–though his tonal delivery did quite the job as well. That smile never left even as he spoke, where it shines through his words like the sunset through a kitchen window. Just as calming as that scenery would be, his voice came out with buckets of praise. He learned best when he was praised so he used that to help other’s as well. 

“Treat other’s how you want to be treated, Jacky. Always, do you hear momma?” Her voice was clear then.. not filled with the deep cough that started to chip away at her throat. Her words will stick with him until he’s gone.

             “I made a million copies just in case you want to practice again one something particularly hard.~ And if you messy up you won’t feel so bad about it because you won’t have to look at the mistakes! Just throw it away, start over, and move forward. Because all progress is good progress.” Sometimes Jackson tended to almost sound like a motivational speaker, ‘almost’ is a key word.  “And I know for sure you will do great. Your eyes are determined I can tell. And I can feel that you really strive to do well for yourself. And that alone will be enough to push you to make this happen. And I’ll be your supportive cheerleader the whole way~!” Unfortunately as soft and sweet as Jackson was speaking, his actions were still boisterous as he got up and pretending to do a small cheery routine with hand pom pom’s and all. With wiggly finger’s he ended his routine, his smile even brighter than before as he sat back down, looking into Hanhwa’a eyes. “Really though, I’m here for you.”

          “Does it always take that long…?” In contrast to Jackson’s high, energetic voice, Hanhwa’s voice was gentle and uncertain. There are things that he does not know of after all, and being out from his family’s protection is really terrifying and foreign feeling for him. For one, everyone was really kind to him, that alone makes him riddled with confusion. Why though? Why are people being kind to him like this? 

          “We-well,” hesitantly, his eyes looked down at the books that Jackson had lent to him. He couldn’t read the cover of the book properly, he knows several letters--he’s aware of them as he often seen them in the kitchen or now, a giant billboard, but none of them stick really well in his mind. Though Hanhwa doesn’t think that he’ll be able to read or write would benefit him much, but he hoped it’ll help other people more. Since he doesn’t matter, and nothing on this earth would make him think otherwise. 

         “What’s a cheerleader?” he asks again, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “You are? Why?” Perhaps Hanhwa doesn’t know the weight of his words, but he is indeed curious. So far, Jackson doesn’t look like the one who would strike him for talking back...or maybe asking too much. The fact that the other man is still with him proves that, maybe Jackson is just more patient than his brothers ever was. “Does it change a thing…? With you helping me, of course.” 

[mphanhwa]

mp-king​:

King was at the library to look up some self help books, to aid him in his patience issues and also to potentially find some books on how to be a father, he recently found out that he was in fact a father, and that his children had grown up not knowing him or he them. With as much as King loved children he had never had any of his own, for one he was not attracted to women, secondly he would never wish the burden of his powers on anyone and finally, King had always thought of himself as expendable, if something were to happen to him, the people who had care about him had long since passed away and so his passing would hurt no one.

But he had kids now, and both of them, he felt, needed him, though in very different ways. Which brought him back to the problem at hand, King was staring at cooking books, “Hmm…” he grumbled as he walked down the isle slowly, not entirely sure where to go first when a small voice called out to him. King stopped and looked up from the shelf, “Hm?” he hummed the noise and then pointed to himself in question of whether the other was talking to him, “Uh…” he paused and looked at the shelf before smiling and giving up, “Yes, please… I don’t dont know what I’m doing.” he chuckled in his deep husky tone.

Walking up closer to the young man, King got hit hard with a case of deja vu, “I’m King…” he said softly in gretting whilst he squinted at the other, “What was your name?” he asked with a smile, there was something familiar about the young man, but he had never sen him in his life. 

          His eyes gazed to the books on the shelves, hoping that it’ll provide more clues to what the stranger is searching for. Be helpful, it is why he is here in the first place and he hoped he could help him as much as he can. Though he’s limited to just reading the vowels written, reading and writing isn’t a necessity for a tool like him back then, he can pretty much guess what the other is looking for, a cookbook perhaps? Is he a chef or something? “Are you looking for any particular cookbooks?” he said, voice soft yet audible enough, “we uh, have a lot of variants of cookbooks here...maybe, i can help you find a specific one, sir?” Talking to someone else is...odd. He was so used to being silent. 

          After all, that’s how he grew up. No one bothered to talk to him nor listen to him, the world outside the comfort of his home is...weird. Hanhwa has yet to adjust to the new environment he’s in, and he finds himself at several disadvantages with his inability to read properly but hey, it’s not like the other needed to know that. 

          The younger blinked at him, tilting his head slightly in confusion. Is it a normal courtesy that guests tell their names to a librarian? But still, he remembered his mother’s teaching that it’s rude to keep quiet when someone is asking him, and he better answer it truthfully. “I’m Hanhwa,” it was an awkward smile, the best he could muster up. It feels foreign, stiff even, as if he’s trying to mirror the man’s expressions on his. “Does something matter...sir?” 

[mp-jacksonx]

Is there anything better than pussy? Yes, a really good book.  (Jackson~Hanhwa)

[mphanhwa]

mp-jacksonx‌:

Jackson didn’t pay any mind to how timid Hanhwa was acting; which could have been a good or an equally as bad of a thing. Truly, he was never malicious when he acted this way, he just simply thought not to treat anyone differently because of certain behaviours and things people can’t help. Everyone was on the same level, no matter what you have going on. 

“Oh no, don’t worry about it! They helped me a lot so I think for you it’ll be the same!” Another bright smile in and he was determined to make Hanhwa know that he did deserve things like these, and that he would be willing to help him until he genuinely didn’t need it anymore. It was embedded into his core to help. To show the world the happiness they deserved and he would always strive to make people understand. Beauty was for everyone. Even the damned.

“Trust me, it’s really going to help. You’ll want it~ Oh! And that reminds me,” His ringed fingers looked through the pages, pulling out a book from his bag that had way too many copies of paper stuffed inside. There were pages he had copied that matched the ones in the book, so he could trace on them and write, and practice like he was actually getting homework. “I made these so you didn’t have to write it all out yourself.. But I will be making sure you practice! It’s basically my life long goal now to get you more literate than me.” He was absolutely serious, as well, his mind already having plans for lessons way in the future. 

          He doesn’t know if it was possible for someone to smile at him like Jackson did. It feels genuine, at least, which confuses him a little bit but he decided to just leave another question asking ‘why’ inside him. One of his coworkers told him he was a little bit pessimistic, though he’s not sure what that word means either. “Okay,” nodded slowly, trying to process Jackson’s words and encouragement. 

          Though it might not mean anything, Hanhwa likes it when people speak softly to him. It feels nice, which is the feeling he rarely got. He hoped that he’s able to feel nice, though he knows that if he hangs around Jackson he’ll get that feeling. “There’s so many…” he muttered, looking back and forth from the copies of papers Jackson has provided for him. Though he might not be able to read the words properly, the pictures on the copied papers tell him enough that the other made more copies than needed. 

          The corners of his lips tugged upwards into an awkward smile, “thank you Jackson,” he nodded sincerely. He doubted that he could be more literate than the other, he barely could read and write the alphabets correctly. Jackson’s determination stirred something inside of him, the feeling of him wanting to do better and maybe becoming more literate just like the other had told him, “I’ll try my best.” 

[mpxillia-blog]

Bump In The Night ft. Hanhwa & Illia

[mphanhwa]

mpxillia‌:

@mphanhwa

She’s always wondered what exactly went on inside her head when it came to her habit of sleepwalking. Did it have anything to do with the dreams that she had? She remembered all of them, so maybe? Most of her dreams consisted of far away and dreamy places that she just couldn’t reach. Maybe that was why she would always venture out of her apartment against her own will and end up in the strangest of places. The subconscious desire to go off into the unknown was maybe too strong to keep her safe at home at night.

Or was it something else? Did it have something to do with being near people that she cared about? Because just as often, she’d find herself slumped outside apartment doors or in beds that weren’t her own with others casting exasperated looks at her. Consciously, Illia is no stranger to being alone or being ostracized. She revels in it too at times. But was there something more to her subconscious that would lead her to seek others out? Did she actually want companionship beyond the thoughts she put down in journals, the books she buried her nose in, and the ghosts she spoke with on the daily? Maybe.

Perhaps that was why she was outside Hanhwa’s door. Barefoot and head hung low as she continuously tried to enter the apartment despite its closed door. The repetitive sound of her forehead bumping against the wooden frame wasn’t loud enough for a noise complaint, but maybe it was loud enough to alarm Hanhwa if he were home around this time.

          Hanhwa slowly opened his eyes when he heard a single knock on the door, then followed by another and then the other. He has always been a light sleeper, any small sounds would make him stir awake and unable to sleep again. He thought that it was the wind but then the knocking continued and curiosity got the better of him. 

          Walking out of his bed which is too soft for his liking, he made it through the door and opened it. “Sorry for--” his apology cut short when he saw a woman standing in front of his door. She doesn’t look...conscious. Maybe if one was a sane human being, he’ll think that the woman before her is a ghost but not for Hanhwa. He tilted his head in confusion, unsure if he were to wake the woman up or just let it be, “excuse me?” he called out a little bit, letting the woman in--well, she’s the one who pushed forward and Hanhwa got away from her way. 

          When Illia stopped in the middle of his living room, he’s not sure what to do. He crouched down, hands folding on his knees as he looked up to Illia’s sleeping face. “Are you okay?” he asked, not expecting an answer before deciding that she should lay down and sleep--as if she hasn’t surely, it’s tiring to sleep while standing right? He leads her to his bedroom, laying her down on his bed and tucking her in before he walks out of the room, closing the door behind him. 

[xmp-jinseok-deactivated20230330]

Adrenaline//Hanhwa & Jinseok

[mphanhwa]

mp-jinseok‌:

@mphanhwa

This was something he did with his friends all the time so naturally, Jinseok was not nervous or worried about it at all. Hanhwa on the other hand had every right to be nervous. Skydiving was no joke as it was. Sky diving without a plane, that was another level. But there was no one better to go skydiving with than a giant bird boy demigod so Hanhwa would be just fine. Now he just had to make sure Hanhwa understood that.

He handed the kid a parachute and helped him strap in. “Alright so see this cord here? You pull that when you’re ready to deploy your main chute. On the off chance that the main shoot fails you have an emergency chute here.” He pointed to a slighter small cord on his pack. “If that fails you got me alright. I promise I won’t let you splat on the ground.” 

          Hanhwa agreed when Jinseok asked him, of all people, to go skydiving with him. Though perhaps he should’ve asked what is skydiving in the first place before agreeing, it’s a habit he couldn’t help shake it off, he feels bad and guilty if he were to refuse the man’s generous offer to try this skydiving. 

          “What’s the purpose of this?” he asked shyly, tilting his head as he tried to memorize what the two straps’ functions. He doesn’t mind the height at all, he doubted he had any fear of height at all. What confuses him is why the other would do this. For Hanhwa, hobbies have been a confusing thing. He doesn’t understand how people do things for their own benefits and because they ‘like it’. “What if I couldn’t reach you?” he asks casually, though he trusts Jinseok’s words and wouldn’t mind splatting on the ground, he can’t help but be curious.

[syubto]

[mpxkoichi]

some gosh darn fresh air

[mphanhwa]

mpxkoichi‌:

@mphanhwa​

[→ hwannie ♡]: hwan-chan~ are u still holed up in that cave u call an apartment~ [→ hwannie ♡]: you know, vitamin d deficiency is nothing to scoff at~ [→ hwannie ♡]: okay i sent u that picture of tama in a hat TWO HOURS ago and u still havent replied [→ hwannie ♡]: see u in a lil bit hwan-chan~ [→ hwannie ♡]: (*¯ ³¯*)♡ Koichi hummed a fun little tune to himself as he skipped up the stairs of the Yao Guai Apartments. His jacket was slung over one arm, his other hand held a picnic basket. The weather was lovely today, sun shining, barely any clouds, a little breeze, and yet Hanhwa was still locked away from all of that loveliness.

That was about to change.

Of course Koichi’s knock wasn’t your regular knock, he liked to put a little rhythm into it. Not only did it distinguish him, it also made damn sure no one was able to ignore him. “Hwan-chan~” he called out happily. “I brought food~”

          Hanhwa practically jumped and let out a small yelp of surprise when the phone started vibrating. It was his phone that he bought, several librarians advised him to buy it for the convenience of contacting him. Although he was confused, he bought it anyway. “Uh,” he questioned, tilting his head as the screen lit up with several messages from Koichi. “Slide to the right…” he slid his finger to the right, unlocking the phone slowly. It’s the first time he has a phone, something that he can call it and Hanhwa is unsure how to feel about that. 

          Guess he took too long in replying to the message as the rhythmic knock on his door made him perked up and fixed his gaze on the door. He opened the door to see a familiar face, the smile on the other’s lips made him relaxed a little bit as he smiled softly, “thank you,” he nodded, “sorry I took too long to reply...I don’t understand several things you wrote…” 

[mp-jacksonx]

Is there anything better than pussy? Yes, a really good book.  (Jackson~Hanhwa)

[mphanhwa]

mp-jacksonx‌:

@mphanhwa

Since Jackson was such a fan of making life easier and better for people, he normally offered to help random people with a variety of random different tasks. This time he had made a friend at the Library, and he was more than excited to be able to be helpful. When he saw the back of Hanhwa’s head a sweet smile spread across his face, plopping a few books from behind the man, onto the table in front of him. “Look hear me out, I had these really cool books my mom gave me when I was younger,” He looked at the books longingly, turning their pages to see a little handwritten note from his mom. 

Shutting the book cover he pointed to them. “They will be perfect for the level you need to be working at.. Here, first we can practice writing the alphabet, and I know you’ll be able to pick that up fast so I made a little lesson plan with some sentences and things..” He spoke bashfully. Jackson had probably spent way too much time on this, and arguably shouldn’t have but he was almost up until 4am the previous night trying to make it fun. He genuinely wanted this to turn out well. 

          Fingers thrumming nervously on the table as he looked around. For whatever reason, he feels a little bit nervous. It’s the first time that someone wanted to help him to read and write properly. He never had that kind of privilege before, all he can read are the names of the vegetables and fruits but nothing else. Hanhwa feels like he’s being a burden for the others when he admittedly told Jackson that he couldn’t read and write. He thought that he would laugh at him just like his brothers would but he insisted on teaching him instead, which confuses him on why he would do that. 

          “Is it alright…?” he asked, peeking at Jackson’s face shyly from the side before glancing down to the books he had prepared for him. He saw several scribbles and notes on the page as the other flipped over, this book must have meant something for the other and to lend it to him, of all people, would surely have been a mistake or he was being formal. “I don’t feel like…” his brows furrowed in concentration, trying to remember the vocabs his family often used when addressing him, “deserving of this.” 

[mphanhwa]

mother of god

          Hanhwa scanned over the room, the white walls looked a little bit too plain for the ones he’s used to, he’s not sure if this was a good thing. He was waiting for someone, but he doesn’t know who. Will it matter if he knows who it was? He doubts it, he doesn’t know anybody else except his parents, brothers that are now dead. The memories of the previous night still etched in his brain and he gulped down the bile that’s forming in his throat. He has heard that the world is vast and big surely, the monster that ripped his family apart (quite literally) isn’t here. 

          When he heard the door open, he turned his back to the figure. She was well, beautiful, elegant and prim. Everyone is beautiful compared to him, an ugly mass of meat, he remembers that was what his brother called him and he doesn’t know the meaning of that word. Wide doe eyes blinked blankly at her, unsure to make of the situation. What did that driver say whenever he meets a new person? “Nice to...meet you?” his voice soft and unsure, raising his eyebrow to question whether he was allowed to speak or not.

starter for @mpxhera​

[mphanhwa]

oh dad-o, spaghetti os

          Hanhwa was stacking up the books right back to its place. Since he couldn’t really read properly, he opted to just memorize where the books belonged to. Once he placed the last book on the tray at the right place, he was about to return back to his post when he was a man looking a little bit lost. The young boy blinked once and twice, looking at the man’s back in curiosity. Normally, he wouldn’t try to approach other people because he’s not allowed to. He was just a mere object back in his house but it seems different here. While even speaking is a taboo in his house, it seems that he’s encouraged to speak and ask people when they need some help. 

          The younger still feels like he’s making a big mistake as he approaches the other male, but his parents are dead and the other librarians seem to be a little bit kind to him even though he doesn’t understand why, he liked having the feeling when his chest isn’t trying to suffocate him. “Uh,” he called out softly, since it’s the library and you’re not allowed to make such a noise it seems, “do you need...any help?” he raised his eyebrows, unsure if he’s questioning the man if he needs some help or it’s because he’s not sure if his words are correct.

starter for @mp-king​ 

[mphanhwa]

🐙

           Hanhwa glances over the picture book on the table. The picture shows a little girl with her arms spread wide on each of her sides. He’s told that he’s learning more if he acts on it and thus why he’s trying to mimic what the girl in the picture book is doing. Hanhwa unsteadily raised his arms up, spread it to his sides just like the girl did. He doesn’t know why the other--his real, biological father had agreed on doing this with him. “Am I doing this correctly?” he mutters to himself, tilting his head to the side in a small quirk whenever he’s confused. 

          Once he has confirmed that he is indeed doing it correctly, he looks up to God's eyes. There isn’t any expectation or glimmer reflected on his eyes. He doubted that the other would actually hug him. He had never once had physical contact in this form before, he’s not sure the benefit of this either but he still has his arms wide open for the other, head tilting as he waits for his father to complete just like the next picture. A hug, it’s what it’s called, Hanhwa never experienced that before.

random muse encounters // closed! 

[mphanhwa]

💖 : covered in paint

          How unlucky can Hanhwa be? Though he doesn’t really look into it that much. The male doesn’t even realize that a can of paint has fallen right to his head, barely reacting to it before he looks at his hands, covered in blue paint and starts to seep into his clothes. It feels cold and uncomfortable but he still has the courtesy to say otherwise. It wasn’t a big deal, really. He wasn’t a big deal in the first place. But it’s just odd, how the shorter male apologized to him profusely. “It’s alright,”  he said softly, a small smile on his lips before he walked away. 

          Fortunately, he was on his way home now. Maybe he could brush everything off on the shower later. Hanhwa ignored everyone who looked at him weird, leaving a trail of blue on his tracks as he made his way back to the place that was given to him. It feels weird, living alone but guess he’ll have to get used to it. His chain of thoughts were cut off shortly when his eyes caught a stranger’s--woman’s eyes. “Oh,” he shied away, looking away, “I’m sorry...for staring.”

[rocknmeme]

random muse encounters send a symbol (or more!) to find my muse:    

🍺 : drunk

🍃 : swaying on feet

🌻 : wearing a flower in hair

🌌 : laughing uncontrollably

👀 : holding a weapon

🚔 : sitting in the back of a patrol car

👣 : dancing

🏥 : being loaded into an ambulance

🌊 : crying

☀️ : sick and delirious

🥪 : eating a sandwich

🤖 : hiding something behind back

💀 : near death

💖 : covered in paint

👮 : wearing handcuffs

😵 : throwing up

👋 : cradling a broken arm

💰 : with a sack of money

👟 : running for their life

🐙 : waiting for a hug

🚬 : smoking a cigarette

🔺 : bruised and bloody

🌨️ : drenched from the rain

🌑 : falling asleep

[mphanhwa]

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