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Moon Haneul | 25 | Journalism & World Literature Major | He/Him or They/Them

[mxxnhaneul]

mierred:

mijin let out her own smile while shyly looking down into her lap. she was in disbelief with herself ─ stalking ? really ? that was the first thing she HAD to blurt out. there certainly was a reason behind that choice of statement. she has been following them whenever encountering them in the halls. without even knowing their name, mijin felt comfortable near them.

diffident digits brushed short hair behind her ear before looking up.  “ i’m mijin. i probably should apologize.. it’s just─ no one really showed any compassion since i got here. it’s understandable but still surprising. “

They stopped trying to suppress their smile. How endearing this one was. “There is no need for apologies, Mijin.” Tone gentle, Haneul met her eye. “There are few who are immediately comfortable with expressing kindness -- some think it a weakness -- but many have good hearts. That being said, please feel free to find me should you have any problem. Or just wish to speak. Okay? You are not and will not be bothering me, not matter the circumstance.” Waiting for any sign of understanding, they leaned back. “Now, if you don’t mind my asking, what are you studying?”

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“alright, i’ll leave you alone.”

Blinking rapidly, Haneul felt a frown form. “Pardon?” Drawing away from the book in his hand, dark eyes fixed on the other. “Why would you need to leave me alone?” He put the text away and focused solely on Tommy. Had the other wished to speak of something? His mind replayed the last few minutes, eyebrows furrowing when it seemed that there had been. “My deepest apologies for not hearing you sooner. Please sit and talk, I’m listening.”

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tommyish:

‘ jessica is fine! she’s actually really happy about me and you becoming friends. she thinks i’m too lonely. ’ tommy answered with a small chuckle. tommy was lonely, though, but he would never admit to it. he thought he was just fine focusing on his studies. sure, having a few people to talk to would be admittedly NICE, but it wasn’t important to him. but since it seemed so important to jess, he would TRY. ‘ i hope jaehee’s been well too? ’ he smiles at the other before looking out and observing the students passing by aroound them. ‘ ah, i’ve been alright. been looking to get a part-time job somewhere. i want to start getting myself together, no more need to steal things. ’

He couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him. “Does she now? I’m glad our friendship makes her happy.” Shifting slightly, his gaze flickered to the other only to draw back to the people passing them by. “Does it make you happy?” At the question he hummed. “She has been well, currently embroiled in the project her class is doing. And very excited I’m meeting up with you instead of working, honestly. It seems our sisters worry over us quite a bit.” He couldn’t blame them, really, especially considering where they were and why they were there. But, perhaps they could mitigate their concern. “Have you applied anywhere yet?” 

[mxxnhaneul]

jfcyuhyung:

“have you come to laugh at me or wallow in my misery as well?” Yuhyung asks form his spot on the dance practice room floor, black hair plastered to his forehead with sweat. He’s having trouble picking up the choreography of the new dance he has to learn for the contemporary dance class he’s enrolled in. Yuhyung is a primarily hip-hop dancer, great at popping and the like, so he’s having issues with the fluidity and grace that comes with this new style of dance. “Did you bring food at least?”

“I thought I’d find you here. Neither.” A smile is offered, small and tinged with worry. Carefully setting the bag of takeout in his hand down, Haneul peered down at Yuhyung. The other looked exhausted. “Of course, when have I ever arrived without food?” Words playful, he found a towel and tossed it toward the male. “Shall we eat or do you need to wallow a little longer?”

[an-exotic-writer]

five word prompts

[inspired by this]

“actually… i just miss you.”

“alright, i’ll leave you alone.”

“and slowly… i was forgotten.”

“and then everything just disappears.”

“and where do i go?”

“anyone could tell from here.”

“are you finishing that or…?”

“are you stupid or stupid?”

“anything, just call me, okay?”

“bitch better have my money.”

“bro… that’s so… not cool…”

“but did you do it?”

“call me now. it’s urgent.”

“can’t you listen to me?”

“cross that. don’t answer that.”

“don’t even think about it.”

“don’t you dare walk away.”

“do it. i dare you.”

“did you think i forgot?”

“eventually… you just move on.”

“even if you still do.”

“everything will fall into place.”

“fight me, you attractive stranger.”

“for once, i need you.”

“for once… i was right.”

“for once… i was wrong.”

“forget i even asked you.”

“forget it. you fucking suck.”

“fuck’s sake, what’s your problem?”

“fuck off. i mean it.”

“give and take. that’s life.”

“great. perfect. nice. fuck this.”

“have you lost your mind?”

“hello? it’s me. i was-”

“hey… that wasn’t so nice.”

“here’s a glass of whatever.”

“how about a hug, hm?”

“how about you make me?”

“i haven’t forgot you yet.”

“i can’t be around you.”

“i don’t need you, really.”

“i don’t need this now.”

“is this your first time?”

“it’s just a cut, really.”

“it wasn’t me, i swear!”

“i said i love you.”

“just don’t fuck it up.”

"just… come back alive, okay?”

“just make sure you’ve eaten.”

“kick his ass for me.”

“killed him? wait, what, literally?”

“life really sucks. feel better.”

“letting go hurts… a lot.”

“let me live, will you?”

“no, i don’t need you.”

“nothing can hurt me now.”

“nothing matters anymore to me.”

“okay it was me… so?”

“people lie all the time.”

“pipe the fuck down, asshole.”

“please, you can’t die now.”

“please don’t leave me alone.”

“quiet. they can hear us.”

“quick! give me your phone!”

“quicker, you freaking piece of-”

“quit it or i’ll bite.”

“quit staring! they’ll notice us!”

"really? do i look stupid?”

“real smooth, tripping over air.”

“rise and shine, sweet thing.”

“rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.”

“seriously? give me a break.”

“so… what are we now?”

“so… did you miss me?”

“so… can we go eat?”

“so… when’s the next flight?”

“so… how did everything go?”

“sometimes, i wish you died.”

“so what? you did it.”

“time passes slower without you.”

“then what do you suggest?”

“the fuck? who are you?”

“then you tell me why.”

“this is not working out.”

“this isn’t what i wanted.”

“this is all a fucking disaster.”

“when did it all happen?”

“who knew you’d be here?”

“why do i even bother?”

“why do i love you?”

“why didn’t you tell me?”

“you’re just… so, so stupid.”

“you can’t be here now.”

“you look like an accident.”

“you really need to go.”

“you know who to call.”

"zero fucks given. next please.”

[mxxnhaneul]

Their morning had been a quiet one, filled with the scraping of bowls and careful assemblage of any missing school items before departing for the elementary school. One semi-sleepy trip later -- the faint heat of Jaehee’s hand in his long faded, missing her more than he thought possible -- found Haneul alone for the first time in a long while. With no work or class that day, the only duties that required his immediate attention was picking up Jaehee later that day (one he’d set multiple alarms for even though he knew pick-up time by heart). All but climbing back into bed, cool sheets on warm, bare skin prompting a minute whine, he settled back in for some much needed rest.

When he awoke four hours later, it was to a buzzing phone and loud knocking at his door. Disoriented at best, he let out a soft groan and attempted a vertical position. Eventual success made itself known in his slow walk to answer the door, blinking blearily as he stared down at his phone screen. Seeing nothing regarding Jaehee -- her wellbeing the only thing that concerned him at the moment -- he left the device on the table. His unexpected guest continued their demand the entire time.

Afternoon light highlighting tattooed skin, Haneul answered the summons in nothing but his boxers; the trivialities of modesty had little room in his sleep-adled mind. “Yes?”

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mierred:

was she being too obvious ? always a few steps behind shouldn’t put anyone in worry, right ? they were strangers. the longest, and only, conversation they shared was ‘ thank you ‘ and ‘ no problem ‘. however, since that day mijin has been following him like a puppy following it’s owner. within three days of arrival to hongdae university she learned that the school went by the rules of the jungle ; the weak get devoured. so the simple act of picking up her textbooks was more than enough to earn him an admirer. 

her eyes instantaneously darted away ─ playing coy and avoiding eye contact. nonetheless, every time she looked back there’s a soft gaze fixated on her.  b u s t e d.  a deep inhale─and internal screaming─later, she managed to sit in the offered spot without stumbling over her own feet.

“ i WASN’T stalking you ! “ mijin immediately blurted out. a bad habit she has is rambling or impulsively spouting out any words that can form a sentence when she’s feeling anxious or awkward.

As time ticked ever onward with no response, they’d begun to wonder if a mistake had been made. However unlikely, there was a possibility that they’d read the situation with the wrong lens. Or, the inclination that had kept her away, be it shyness or otherwise, prevented her acceptance. Warm expression unchanged, a few seconds longer was all it took for the woman to accept and sit beside them. Before any introductions could commence, an outburst occurred. Stalking them? Unable to help it, they laughed; that sense of fondness trapped within them built. “That is good to know.” they said after reigning in amusement. “And I am not stalking you.” Smile lingering, they continued. “Now that we have established mutual non-stalking activites, my name is Haneul. Might I have the honor of knowing your name?” Perhaps the formality was unnecessary, but he couldn’t help himself.

[mxxnhaneul]

hanswng:

hansung could swear he wasn’t breathing anymore. but it was clear he was breathing. this was clear because on the contrary he was no longer alive, but he could feel a pain coming from inside that he swore to be the lack of breath, with his hands shaking enough that he couldn’t even hold his own body anymore in a properly way. automatically he was sent to a part of his memory which he dared not think about, the past that he tried every day to bury back. but a presence brought him back to his new agonizing state even though he could barely hear whatever the other was talking to him. it was as if his own heart was beating in his ears and he was unable to hear right. he was losing his senses little by little because of the lack of oxygen and he knew it. also he knew how bad that could be. he could hear the other boy’s question but it took too long to work out what it meant. if he had asthma? he could have. in fact, he would rather have asthma because maybe the situation was a little less worse than all that. feeling as if everything was closing around him and having only the illusion of going without a breath when he could breathe very well, but his body simply refused to do that task. he shook his head, denying his question. “ i… just— ” he tried to speak, but he himself could not hear his own voice. “ can’t. breath. ”

At the denial of asthma, the line of tension along strong shoulders eased a fraction. Panic attack then. Without a name to call the boy yet -- he would get there, one step at a time -- Haneul tackled the first hurdle. Breathing. Voice gentle, he began. “Hey, look at me. Focus on me.” A pause. “Focus on the sound of my voice. Can you do that for me?” Unsure of how much the other was actually processing, how much he was able to hear, everything was done slowly. Repeating his statements, he waited until he had garnered enough attention. “You can get through this.” A slight smile formed, its presence fleeting as he shifted closer. Their knees were pressed together now, a point of contact that he hoped would help while maintaining any space the male might need. “Repeat after me. 17, 21, 4, 9, 1, 2, 5.” Reciting the numbers a few times, he hoped this would be a viable solution and that he would get some sort of response. Any break in negative thought patterns -- be it physical or mental unpredictability -- was supposed to help panic attacks, and given how little they knew of each other he hoped this would suffice. If not, he would think of something else.

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the WEATHER was nice. tommy felt he warm sun beam down on him, but not the point where it would torture him, and there was an occasional soft breeze to top it all off. he sat at one of the various tables placed outside on campus, his eyes glancing around the area – he was waiting for haneul to get there. the two had become friends as a result of their sisters’ playdates; while they were always hanging out, tommy had started to hit it off with haneul too. he respected haneul, he thought he was a pretty cool guy. which, tommy viewed as hard to find in a school filled with HOODLUMS. when the other had eventually arrived, tommy greeted him with a small, friendly smile.  

 ‘  hey ! good to see you. ’

[mxxnhaneul]

A sigh left soft lips, fingertips dragging through dark ringlets as Haneul walked toward the university. The day was beautiful, sunlight warming golden skin; spring was a delightful season, one he basked in wholeheartedly. His meeting today was with an unexpected friend, a brother of one of Jaehee’s playmates. Through their sisters’ fondness they had formed a bond, a camaraderie of sorts, that he had grown to enjoy immensely. 

His journey ended the second he saw the other male, smile forming as he made his way toward him. “Hey. It’s good to see you as well. How’s your sister?” Settling into a spot right next to Tommy and making himself comfortable, Haneul tilted his face up towards the sun and let himself relax. “How has your week been?” 

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@mierred

The presence was noticed at midday, cloud cover minimal enough to let the sun’s rays shine on the campus courtyard. They’d seen her around before, a flash at the corner of perception as they went to and from class. Their first meeting had been brief, Haneul helping collect scattered textbooks, but those keen eyes had yet to notice anything nefarious. In fact, a healthy dose of endearment had built. The woman was cute, and thanks to Jaehee they were weak for anything cute. So, once they’d settled into a seat at one of the outdoor tables, they made eye contact with her. Once her attention was assured, they patted the space beside them in invitation. A soft smile settled upon plush lips.

[mxxnhaneul]

do you sleep naked?

“I used to. It is reserved to when I have the house to myself now, and has been for quite some time. Pajamas can be quite comfortable, thankfully.”

[mxxnhaneul]

how many stuffed animals do you think you have? favourite ice cream flavour? do you regret anything from your past? do you have trust issues? what makes you happy? dumbest lie you ever told?

“Ah, so many questions.” A ghost of a laugh slipped from plush lips. “I was not expecting such curiosity, but I am not complaining. Let’s take them in order, yes?” With a soft hum, Haneul leaned backward. “We have close to twenty stuffed animals, currently. Jaehee is very fond of them, especially the tiger one I got her last Christmas. I’m hoping to get her a life-sized one for her birthday. My favorite ice cream flavour is pistachio.” He paused. “Trust issues… Yes. I have some trust issues. As for what makes me happy, Jaehee brings me the greatest joy. It is baffling, some days, but I imagine this is what parents feel for their children. If we’re speaking more materialistically, books. A good story has few competitors.” There’s a strange smile across his lips now, amusement shining in his eyes. “I once was in charge of the electronics in our orphanage, and one of the teens wanted to turn the tv on. We were supposed to cut down on energy usage and instead of telling him the truth, I told him that the tv only worked when it rained. We both knew better, and it eventually became a joke whenever it rained to watch tv.”

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Honesty Hour!