You're My Light

Kim Wonshik - Son of Amaterasu - Age 22 [This is an RP account. I am not the real Ravi. Mature content on blog - 18+]

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Aren’t We Friends? - Wonshik + Hakyeon

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Wonshik was unsure of how Hakyeon had taken his explanation. He hoped that at the very least, it was a positive thought more than anything else. It was hard to be sure.

He let out a soft laugh at Hakyeon’s next words, his lips curling into a smile. It wasn’t that his statement had been funny, it was more that he understood, nodding a little towards the other man. “It’s not for everyone,” he said, still smiling. “I’m not too sure I like them much either, but I can’t hate them considering I have two tattoos. I guess I just hate the doctors,” he jokes, smiling a little bit wider.

As they continued to walk, Wonshik tried to fish up a new topic, falling silent as he lost himself to his thoughts. Should he ask about books even though he didn’t read? Maybe he had siblings - Wonshik wouldn’t say no to a long conversation about his sister, but it would probably bore Hakyeon. It was so difficult, finding topics to really start breaking the ice.

“What sort of things do you like...?” he finally asked, throwing the question out there. At the very least, hitting something broad might bring out a common topic - as a last resort, he’d bring up work. Surely making cupcakes would be a more interesting job than taking peoples money.

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Little Treasures - Wonshik + Artemis

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Though he wasn’t prone to losing things, there was the occasional object that spontaneously went missing for no reason other than misplacement. He’d probably lost one set of keys in his entire life, and may or may not have had to replace one of his ID’s if memory served correctly, but those were just things - replaceable things. Sure, it was inconvenient and at times expensive to replace things, but Wonshik would rather lose his ID’s all over again than lose his wallet.

Though wallets were replaceable as well, Wonshik kept things that were simply irreplaceable with him at all times - things that he treasured and refused to let go. And that was why he was now frantically retracing his steps for the fourth time, searching for his wallet, anxiety starting to slip into his demeanour. He fought to keep his breathing steady as he kept his eyes trained straight on the ground, darting them across his path as he searched for any sign of the wallet - a card, or hell even a footprint. He needed to find that wallet - not for the fifty dollars tucked in the pocket or the bank card or the ID’s or even the points cards from various shops - he didn’t care about those. What mattered most was the photograph - the one taken with his little sister around five years ago at the mall in one of those stupid photo booths. It was his treasure, even if to many, it was just a simple, meaningless photograph.

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My Mistake - Wonshik + Hyuk

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Slumping onto the floor, Wonshik finally allowed his eyes to start to close. At least the man didn’t seem to mind sharing a room with the stranger for the night - Wonshik certainly didn’t care that he was on the floor, without a blanket. 

He let out a mumble as he started to drift off, lying on his back. He only faintly heard the question of his name, too tired to even try responding - he’ll tell him in the morning, he assumed. Right now, it was sleep that mattered - and since the man had said he hadn’t slept in 60 hours, he felt the same way.

Drifting off rather quickly, Wonshik began to dream as he usually did, of his mother, his lips curled into a gentle smile, as he slept peacefully. At some point in the night, he wrapped himself around a bundled up hoodie that more than likely belonged to the man whose room he was sleeping in. 

He slept soundly until the sun came up, prompting him to awaken with a yawn and a stretch, looking around the bedroom, biting his lip as he remembered what had happened the night before. Yeah...that might’ve been a little weird. Just a little. He should probably apologize profusely when the other man woke up.

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My Mistake - Wonshik + Hyuk

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Blinking groggily, Wonshik sat up slowly so he was sitting on his knees. He yawned widely, rubbing his eyes as he turned them onto the other man, trying to take in the situation. He felt himself pale slightly when he realized this most certainly not his room. His eyes darted back to the stranger at the accusations of potentially breaking in, shaking his head right away.

“I thought it was mine,” he mumbled, his face flushing in embarrassment. “I’m really sorry I get...really tired at night,” he fought back a yawn, failing as he stifled it behind the back of his hand. “I’m not drunk I swear,” he added with a mumble, his head nodding slightly as his eyes tried to close on their own. He shook his head violently and made a move to stand up, nearly falling off the bed in the process. “I’ll go--I mean...I’m really...sorry,” he said again, rubbing his eyes.

Oh god...what was his apartment number again? How could he have forgotten it? Or was he just too tired to remember? Yeah...that must’ve been it...

“Ah hell I don’t even remember where my room is...” he moaned, despair creeping into his tone. He really needed to sleep.

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Masterpiece - Wonshik + Kibum

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At the mention of the split ends, Wonshik pinched a piece of his fringe, tugging it down between his eyes and staring at it cross-eyed, trying to spot the offending split ends to not avail. He pushed the hair back out of his face once more before shaking his head. “Not too much, no, it usually gets in the way,” he said with a shrug, heading to sit down so Kibum could go over his hair with whatever idea he had - so far, nothing strange had happened. “I just grow it long so you have more hair to use,” he grinned at the stylist in the mirror, hoping that would be a perfectly acceptable answer.

Leaning back in the chair, Wonshik tried to get comfortable, his bangs one again slipping from their gel holds and falling down his face - when it was wet, it hung below his cheeks - honestly it was Wonshik’s nightmare. It had to go.

“Are you inspired yet?” He asked a little playfully, his smile still planted firmly on his face.

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Aren’t We Friends? - Wonshik + Hakyeon

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He doesn’t like me at all, does he? Wonshik thought immediately, hoping that smile was friendly. At the same time though it could’ve been forced - Wonshik would never know. The only saving grace was that Hakyeon hadn’t refused his company, so maybe it wasn’t a total loss. Maybe Wonshik could get through a little, maybe find out a handful of things about his co-worker and if in the end, Hakyeon still wanted nothing to do with him, then that’s just the way it would go. No sense in forcing a friendship that didn’t want to be there.

Following his co-worker out, Wonshik took a breath, not bothering to put on his sunglasses. He generally wore them for style now (back in the mortal realm he’d wore them to hide the way the sunlight turned his brown eyes a faint, shimmering gold colour) but this time around, he kept them in the pocket of his jacket. At the very least, Hakyeon should be allowed to see his face so he didn’t scare him or anything. Besides, sunlight never bothered him - he’d never squinted against the sun in his life.

As they walked, Wonshik fell into step beside him, trying to think of a topic they might have in common. He wasn’t sure if Hakyeon was the music type, and if he was, he didn’t expect they enjoyed the same genre. Movies maybe...? He was about to ask when Hakyeon asked first - starting a conversation about the last thing he expected. Several steps were taken with shocked silence as Wonshik tried to process the question - his tattoos? He thought about how he could respond to that question for the briefest of moments. He settled for telling the whole truth over a half truth that had the intention of maybe making him look a little better - after all, his reason for choosing his tattoos weren’t exactly bad ones.

“Well yeah they hurt,” he admitted with a bit of a shrug. “But it’s not as bad a I expected really. The one on my collar bone hurt more,” he ran his finger over his jacket where the tattoo was. “This one says ‘You Only Live Once’. The one on my arms says ‘Forever Young’. They’re kind of just things I never want to forget. Living life to the fullest and being young at heart is kind of just my motto I guess,” he felt at ease, explaining the tattoos. He was familiar with them - and at least Hakyeon now knew a little something about who he was.

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Aren’t We Friends? - Wonshik + Hakyeon

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Honestly, Wonshik was clueless. Never in his life had a stare from someone made his stomach twist unpleasantly. He felt probed - judged even, which wasn’t exactly an overly familiar feeling. Sure, back when he’d been still living in Busan he received a few odd looks mostly directed to his tattoos or his blonde hair (obviously dyed after all blonde wasn’t exactly a natural hair colour among Koreans yet here he was, inheriting his mother’s golden hair but he wasn’t about to tell anyone that bit) but his co-workers stare was vastly different. It felt rejecting, which was quite disappointing. Maybe Hakyeon really was one of those people who preferred to stick to themselves and keep their nose out of trouble...

But, Wonshik reminded himself, he’s perfectly friendly with everyone else but me. Which meant the isolation was a direct result of Wonshik and Wonshik alone - which didn’t make him feel any less better about himself. Silently, in those moments of silence, he began to doubt himself. What if he hadn’t decided to try out different styles until he found one that made him feel good? The sleeveless shirts and skinny jeans were his calling, as were the snapbacks and beanies. If he wanted to clean up, then the button ups would do just fine, but no, he had to go and get two tattoos and a piercing in each ear. The not-so-average hairstyle probably didn’t help anything either. Did he really make people uncomfortable? Or was Hakyeon the only one?

At first, Hakyeon’s words made him feel stupid. Of course he would be busy and had no time for him...what did he expect? A date? Hah...he almost laughed out loud at that thought. But then...he realized it wasn’t exactly a refusal, it was more of an agreement on top of an additional destination. And, Wonshik realized, he was running low on food back at his house. Maybe he could turn this into an opportunity.

“Ah,” he nodded, hoping he was still casual. “I can join you. I need to go grocery shopping anyway,” he smiled this time, hoping it looked friendly enough to offshoot whatever it was that might’ve been making his co-worker uncomfortable. 

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My Mistake - Wonshik + Hyuk

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The bed was really comfortable...unusually so. Though maybe it was because he was just so tired. It never once occurred to him that he had perhaps wandered into the wrong bedroom by mistake as he started to gather up some of the blankets to wrap around himself. Were his blankets usually this thick and soft? He shifted, curling into a ball. 

A scream dragged him from his moment of slumber, making him groan in irritation. Was it his neighbour screaming? Whatever...he’d sleep through it. He began to search for his pillow, feeling across the bed with a large hand, his eyes still closed. He froze when his hand wrapped around something squishy that was definitely not a pillow. Lifting his head, he came to the realization it w.

Too exhausted to yell, Wonshik gasped in surprise, his head snapping up, his tired eyes widening as he took in the form of the other man staring straight at him, looking equally as startled. What the hell?

“Who are you?” he mumbled sleepily, rubbing his eye in an attempt to massage them open permanently so he could sort out this issue. Where was he, who was this, and what had happened?

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Aren’t We Friends? - Wonshik + Hakyeon

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It had been nearly two months since Wonshik had started his work at the Black Forest Bakery - two months, and the only coworker he hadn’t spoken to was the one named Hakyeon. And maybe it shouldn’t have bothered him as much as it did - honestly, he was never one to kind of just force his friendship onto people if they were the type who preferred to stick to themselves - but Hakyeon seemed friendly towards everyone else. Just not him. Was there something on his face? He always found himself inexplicably disappointed when he was overlooked by Hakyeon.

But today, he had a plan. It was a small one, hell it might not even work, but it would have to do. It was one of the days both him and Hakyeon got off work at the same time. Wonshik tried to move fast, getting his things together before facing Hakyeon, determined to at least get a few more words out of him than usual. 

“Uh...hey,” he said a little awkwardly. “Hakyeon...right...?” of course he was right...it was just him and his awkward attempts to make conversation. “We live in the same building I think; I’ve seen you. We could go together today - I mean - if you want,” Wonshik seriously thought about banging his head against one of the ovens. Maybe it would’ve been better if he just kept his mouth shut and moved on and accepted his fate. If Hakyeon really wanted to talk to him, he would’ve done so himself. Idiot, idiot Wonshik.

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Of Tattoos - Wonshik + Jongin

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For awhile, Wonshik had thought about getting a new tattoo - one that represented his parentage instead of his core values. So far, he had thoughtful words; words that meant a lot to him and never wanted to forget. Now, he was considering getting a sun - either over his heart or on some other more meaningful place to him. Somewhere he could proudly show he was the child of the sun goddess - that was the idea at least.

It brought him to the tattoo shop that day to think up some ideas, going to examine the book of tattoo ideas for customers needing inspiration. He stepped up beside a young man to take a look at the book, his eyes immediately falling on the string of tattoos all the way up his arm. Wonshik couldn’t help but stare, admiring the colouring and the way the different symbols blended against each other, forming one perfect picture. 

“Nice tattoo,” he said casually, a friendly smile on his face. He hoped it wasn’t a little strange...though the topic of tattoos wasn’t exactly uncommon in a tattoo shop. He was still a complete stranger, and some people didn’t take well to sudden communication from people they didn’t know.

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Masterpiece - Wonshik + Kibum

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Wonshik never really planned haircuts. Most of the time, he wore his style until it either grew so much the style no longer existed, or his bangs kept falling into his eyes with the slightest puff of wind. Sometimes, it was another excuse altogether, usually caused by him waking up in the morning with his thick blonde hair a tousled mess on the top of his head and thinking time to get a haircut.

He never really hesitated unless he was unsure about the quality of a salon. The first time he needed a haircut, he had no idea where to go in all of Mount Phoenix. He decided to take a chance, trusting a man named Kibum to cut his hair. He’d done a phenomenal job, making him less hesitant for future visits - which was good, because Wonshik had a love for getting his hair done.

It was why he now entered the hair shop, his hair starting to grow into that wild, untamed mess it became when it just got too long. Honestly, he’d let it grow out a little longer than usual for some extra room for spontaneous hairstyles - he was in the mood to try something new, though he had no idea what.

“Hey,” he greeted the stylist with a smile. “Got any ideas today? I’m fresh out of them,”

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My Mistake - Wonshik + Hyuk

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It was one of those days. One of the miserable, hated days when Wonshik couldn’t get home before the sun went down. He’d sulked at work behind the counter of his job as the sunlight faded and nighttime engulfed the world and rendered him exhausted within minutes. Dealing with another half an hour of his shift had been hard - the trip home, far worse.

What little energy he had left was used attempting to stay awake as he leaned against the wall of the bus shelter (he didn’t trust himself to sit down - he’d surely fall asleep within seconds) waiting fot the vehicle to take him home. Unfortunately it was delayed due to a car accident at the nearby intersection - worse, there were dozens of empty seats tempting him. He forced himself to stand, blinking away the sleep, rubbing his eyes with his palms as he tried to keep them open.

He was practically sleep walking when he got home. Squinting through the hallway, he headed towards the room he could only assume was his own - little did he know he was terribly wrong. He went maybe a few doors too little, grabbing the doorknob with a mildly desperate grip as he twisted it and stumbled inside. He took too hobbling steps towards the bed before collapsing into the sheets with a soft groan - thank god. He could pass out and be done with the day now. Stupid nighttime.

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We have a new citizen in Mount Phoenix:

      Kim Wonshik                Son of Amaterasu                              from Osaka, Japan

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