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🐇, 🍏
🐇- For a secret item they keep (stuffed animal, comfort object, etc)
❛ i know you were probably expecting something juicy , however , i don’t give sentimental value to objects … sorry to disappoint . ❜
🍏- For something they secretly wish didn’t exist
❛ i don’t feel an answer to this is necessary since everything exists for a reason , one way or another , for good or for bad . i believe if something ceased then it’d ultimately create a chain reaction effect . ❜
🌧👻
🌧- For a heavy, emotional secret
❛ i know they weren’t good people , neither am i … but i don’t understand how you move on from taking lives . i feel as if that just stays with you forever — i suppose that’s why i’m an adviser and not a crowd controller . ❜
👻- For something that scares or disturbs them, but they refuse to tell anyone
❛ i’m not sure , i don’t tend to think about those kinds of things long enough to even process that they’re something to be afraid of or put off by . ❜
who's on your mind?
❛ who says that i have only one person on my mind ? titus , jaehwan , my sister . ❜
🍎- For something they secretly wish did exist
❛ i think it’d be cool if pokemon were real . i’d be down for a poochyena as my little buddy … don’t tell my cat , though . ❜
Force my Muse to Spill their Secrets
🌧- For a heavy, emotional secret
🙃- For a lighter, slightly embarrassing secret
🌟- For a secret wish or desire of theirs
🍏- For something they secretly wish didn’t exist
🍎- For something they secretly wish did exist
❤️- For a secret crush
📲- Talk about someone/something you dislike, but only pretend to like
👁🗨- Talk about someone/something you like, but pretend to dislike
🍻- For something bad/mischievous you did as a child or teen that your parents don’t know about
🌜- For a ‘weird’ habit or tic that no one knows about
💃- For a talent that they like to keep hidden from others
🏹- For a talent they wish they had
👻- For something that scares or disturbs them, but they refuse to tell anyone
☢️- For a controversy or scandal they have been able to keep mostly under wraps
🐇- For a secret item they keep (stuffed animal, comfort object, etc)
📒- For a secret journal/diary they keep (Bonus: Share an entry from it!)
📔- For a secret sketchbook they keep (Bonus: Share a sketch or doodle within it!)
🖤- For something they secretly wish they could do with your muse
❓- Free Space! Ask them about a specific secret!
hellfiresd:
“ wait — like, have i taken ever it up the ass ?? ” they repeat what the other asked ( or so they thought ), an eyebrow raised so far it pushed up into their bangs and disappeared, and they seemed to be thinking it over ( because they’ve had so much experience — right ). “ what, you mean like . . drugs or dick ?? because yes to - to both, of those things. ” lips formed to shape an ‘ o ’ and blew a bubble, eyes skimming the other’s facial features. it was as true as anything that came out of avery’s mouth — you either find out, or stay blissfully ignorant.
haneul has to hold himself back from bursting out laughing at how innocently they gave a not so innocent answer . ❛ you’re fucked up , ❜ he jokes , ❛ i was talking about neither of those things — and i can’t say i’ve had much experience ... with the whole taking drugs up the ass part , that is . ❜ a smug smirk finds its way onto his features as he crosses one leg over the other , acting as if they weren’t in the middle of a public park as their conversation took a lewd turn. there were some people walking past that happened to overhear but haneul paid them no mind nor met their faces of mortification . ❛ is that what’s always on your mind ? drugs and dicks ? ❜
angelsighs:
all jaehwan can do is stand there & stare blankly at haneul , curiosity and confusion writing itself vividly onto paling countenance as nerves begin their course through him —- not many people had such an effect on jae , but haneul does . ‘ i don’t get you , ’ is murmured as he throws the strap of his duffel bag back around his shoulder . granted he understood the reason for their lack of communication would be due to the fact haneul had a commitment to prioritise —– another clear sign to jaehwan that their night together was nothing but a spur of the moment kind of deal . the thing is , that shouldn’t have bothered jae —– he’s no stranger to casual hook ups , certainly prefers them over any deeper level of intimacy , but there was something about haneul in particular that kept him holding onto nothing . he’s preparing to leave , but there’s something he needs to say , though he’s not exactly the best at expressing sentiment , so he sticks to the subject matter he’s been given . ‘ but … you didn’t bother me . ’ in other words ? i’m glad you called .
he looks up just as jaehwan reaches the door , staring at the back of his head , wondering why he’d always had such a problem asking people to stay . ❛ in that case , you ... you don’t have to go . ❜ haneul steps away from the window and walks over to the other male before reaching up to slip the duffel back off his shoulder . ❛ i've got some wine , or whiskey if you want something harder ... it’s the top shelf stuff . ❜ he says while setting the bag on the velvet couch in the middle of the room , gesturing for him to take a seat . ❛ i'm sorry if it seems like i’ve been avoiding you , i suppose i should have used more discretion . there are some things that came up and — well , i’ve been dealing with a lot . ❜ a flicker of sadness dances across his features for only a brief moment . no one knew about the murder haneul committed in cold blood and for some reason , he felt the overwhelming need to confide in the medic . ❛ i did something bad , jae ... really , really bad . ❜ he forces out a breathy chuckle and shakes his head as if to snap himself out of whatever vulnerable state he was close to slipping in . ❛ maybe it’s best if we start drinking before i continue ? ❜
angelsighs:
『 // ✰. 』 @ofhaneuls.
‘ you —– … there’s nothing wrong with you , so why did you … call me ? ’ for some reason , jaehwan can’t bring himself to say the other’s name , though it’s on the tip of his tongue . vacant stare offered in haneul’s direction , heart sitting awkwardly off its axis within his chest —- they haven’t really spoken since that night ( or rather , the morning after ) and since there was no effort to reach out to him , jae figured haneul regretted ( and thus chose to forget ) what happened , and he tried to convince himself to do the same . only , it didn’t work —- memories come back to him like it happened just yesterday and please , for the sake of his dignity , note that he’s never been the clingy type , nor the time to dwell on any emotional aspect but … there was something about that night , something about haneul that just felt … different , left a lasting impression upon the medic who is clutching onto his duffel bag now , full of first aid products he thinks he might need to use on himself in a moment because it’s becoming a little difficult to breathe , being in the same room with the other . alone .
❛ i ... i — don’t know . ❜ a poor excuse , haneul knows , and drops his gaze to the floor while he gives a small shrug of his shoulders . he’d seemed to be occupying his time in the presence of others since him and his significant other declared a break , old habits die hard , he supposes . jaehwan just so happened to be the first person his mind thought to call considering what went down between the two and how it went unacknowledged . it hadn’t meant nothing to the both of them — however , the adviser at the time wouldn’t dare allow himself to let the event become something more . ❛ y-you don’t have to stay , i’m sorry if i bothered you . ❜ he lets out a sigh , hand running through dark locks anxiously and giving the ends a light tug . haneul had no clue how the medic felt about him and what happened so he opts to give him the option to walk away if he so desired .
⤥…𝓉 & 𝒽
nnxmesis:
― @ofhaneuls
hot. constrained. a mess. the noir turtleneck felt like a prison around his throat, denying him of any air as he choked out silent tears, unable to contain the onslaught of emotions as well as embarrassment as he pushed his way through the crowd. halfway to the third floor the dam finally broke, with the ball behind him and with it the ever oblivious socialites and entrepreneurs who hardly knew of his struggle. and yet, within it, the thought of haneul and dohyun ― the muck of the place ― being apart of it made the macgyver’s stomach churn. he was lucky that no one saw his pre-breakdown; weakness was not a strong suit in the modern world, and such was a major case in the pack mentality that he lived in. the bustle of the ball lay under his feet now, crowd chatter minuscule enough to the point where his heartbeat and his own bated breaths were obnoxiously loud. images flashed within his mind; lips meeting on another’s, sultry looks, smirks in the corner of the ballroom ― to titus, these things would stay with him for the rest of his life, as would he supposed the love he felt for haneul. an empty balcony is his solace, the moon being the only illumination as he grips the stone rails, head drooped between his arms as a failed attempt to shield himself from the world. when he had first began to mess around with the adviser, it was an almost painful mockery of their outer devilish approach for one another. and when they shared their love for the first time? it was a euphoric contentment to the both of them. their break had been on either of their parts, the recent hospitalization of the macgyver and the incident partaking alongside it owing towards such a deal. yet that’s what he saw it as…..a break. and yet the sight beholden before him in the ball chastising that very thought made him believe quite otherwise ― and if one thing was clear above all others, it was this; titus had outstayed his welcome blindly this time around.
the moment his lips pull away he sees the devastated face of his ex out the corner of his eye and wonders if they’d be able to come back from this . titus had no reason to be upset as they weren’t a couple anymore , however , that didn’t mean the adviser wasn’t feeling some sort of guilt resonating in the pit of his stomach . he doesn’t even think twice before getting up and hurrying after him , trying not to make too much of a scene or draw attention to them . maybe it was wrong for haneul to kiss another and then blindly chase after the other , but he wasn’t thinking about that — all he wanted was to make sure that titus was okay . the raven haired male watches him silently as he tries to regain his composure , the moonlight bathing him in an almost ephemeral way that has haneul sucking in a breath . it’s unfair that he was able to look so beautiful even when he was at the verge of breaking down . ❛ titus , ❜ he makes his way over and slowly takes off his mask , ❛ don’t think i’ve so easily forgotten about you . ❜ the adviser rests his forearms against the railing and looks up at the moon and stars , imagining how perfect this moment would have been if they were still together . he finds himself doing that from time to time again — picturing how much better things would be with titus . a small sigh escapes his lips , head turning to look over at the one whom he still considered his other half . no matter how long they were apart or who they were with , there would always be a place in his heart for the macgyver . ❛ it wasn’t a lie when i told you that i love you . ❜
dvinitys:
HE WAS BROODING, as always. there was never a moment that dohyun didn’t have that stupid, detached look on his face — no, dohyun was almost never amused. and this party was not the exception by any means necessary. he didn’t see the point in attending these events, he would rather just write a check and donate than be in a stuffy suit and tie all night, watching as the people around him schmooze people with more money than them. that’s how he found himself at the bar, nursing a glass of whiskey and trying to drown out everything around him. the quicker he could pretend he was interested, the easier it would be. but, he didn’t even see the other in the room making a beeline towards him until they’re next to him, obviously staring over. “ enjoying the party ?? ” he asks without even lifting his head, instead rattling the melted ice in his glass. “ or are you just so bored you had to make your way over to something more exciting ?? ”
haneul would much rather be back in the comforts of his own home with a nice glass of red wine , especially after the break he reluctantly decided to take with titus. he’d seen movies that portrayed heartbreak and knew that they were not over exaggerating as the hollow feeling in his chest was proof . however , it was important for the kumiho to keep up their appearances and it’d be more than suspicious if haneul didn’t show up for the first time to one of these opulent parties . he would have brought a date if his father hadn’t returned from a business trip early and insisted he met his associate’s daughter . the male managed to get away from the woman , insisting there were private matters to attend to , and put as much distance between them as possible . he noticed dohyun , as disinterested as always , minding his own business at the bar and made his way over . ❛ hey , ❜ he looks around before taking a seat on the stool next to him , ❛ exciting ? i wouldn’t flatter yourself , you just happened to be the first person i saw and needed a reason to escape my father’s poor attempts at matchmaking . ❜
parents??? unconditionally loving their children?????????? sounds fake but okay.
me too shane
⤥…❝𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔬❞ | 𝓉 & 𝒽
nnxmesis:
haneul’s words do not go unheard by the injured male, no matter the fuzziness audibly surrounding him. titus is grateful for the firm hand holding his own ― his arm is weak, hanging limp although fingers soon turning blue don’t hesitate to use their last bit of power to clutch his lover’s. he knows he’s slipping fast, he can feel it; and yet, internally, while his body screamed for rest, he fought off the waves of the void that tempted to draw him to sleep. ❝ and miss giving her that new puzzle I made? or have us fight over whose pasta is better? not a chance… ❞ despite the pain evident across his features, titus allows a small grin to tug on his lips, attempting to alleviate the fear of his death soon approaching. hope wasn’t undermined within the macgyver ― despite the reality of the situation, he still clung to whatever chains keeping him tethered to this world and haneul’s side, his stubborness daily coming in handy as he refused to simply disappear. seeing the other male in pain was something he’d never hoped to be caused by him….directly, or indirectly so. but now? titus just hoped that he could hold on long enough to see him smile once more.
❝ h-han… ❞ the adviser’s name bubbles out of him in a frothy manner, a sign that things were taking a worse turn as titus coughs roughly. he can taste copper on his tongue, a weighted pressure forming on his chest as he tried to take a deeper breath. his confession was intentional, although the outcome was not ― even if haneul hadn’t shared the same sentiment, titus promptly thought ‘screw it’ and went with his instinct in the limited time he had left. yet, what he receives back, including the adviser’s brief confirmation that he did too, has tears blurring in his eyes and trailing down his cheeks to mix with the blood around him. ❝ it’s true…. ❞ his chest jumps as titus takes a shortened breath, his other hand slowly raising to limply hold over haneul’s. even in distress, the macgyver would always try to support the other male….and moments before death, this wasn’t an exception. yet, for once, it isn’t loud noises or haneul’s pain that distracts him ― it’s the echo of clattering boots against the ground farther down the hallway he had forgotten they had walked through. it’s difficult for him to see; pictures are blurred together as he strains to tilt his head up and look behind him, kaleidoscope vision and a headache worth a thousand hammers making him groan. for a moment, panic fills titus at the possibility of more henchman arriving, urgingly pushing into haneul’s hands to run while he still could. but a flash of white and silver has him letting out a choked breath, the feeling of more hands against his broken body causing him to shake ― instead of a gun against his head or a knife against his throat, it’s a needle and some bandages. and despite the darkness now pulling him limp from the conscious world, he doesn’t feel afraid, because he knows he may still have a chance of seeing him again.
seven days . it’d been the longest week of his life as he does nothing but sit by titus’ bed and wait for him to wake up . the steady beep of a heartbeat from the holter echoes in the room , proof that his boyfriend was still alive ― all that was left was for him to open his eyes . haneul enters and shuts the door gently before making his way over to his bedside , the folding chair still in the same spot he left it in the previous day . he had a love and hate relationship with these visits ― he enjoyed being in the presence of tangible evidence that titus hadn’t left this world , but also hated having to fill the silence by himself . ❛ i have to admit i feel kind of stupid talking to you knowing you probably won’t respond . ❜ haneul lets out a breathy chuckle after sitting down , leg bouncing anxiously and hand reaching out to touch the other’s delicately . ❛ you’ve always liked the sound of my voice , right ? if you can hear me then i hope you’re not sick of it yet , ❜ he sighs and pauses for a moment , ❛ i love you , titus . i didn’t say it before because i was too stubborn and scared but i do , i love you ... i think. i’m sorry i made you sit through days of one sided conversations for me to say that . i want you to be awake the next time i say it , okay, so please , wake up ... for me . ❜ his eyes roam over the macgyver’s features and then to the monitor displaying the rhythm of his heart . he watches it with bated breath and , as if on cue , he feels the other male’s fingers brush his own and he’s overcome with shock. ❛ t-titus ? ❜
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helhcim:
🌹 ☇ closed starter for lee haneul ﹙ @ofhaneuls ﹚ ﹗ ❝ the new curtains are hideous. ❞ —- sentence meme.
SPRING CLEANING NEVER HAPPENED DURING spring for akira. only after marie kondo / queer eye binges, or the EXPLICIT fear he felt after watching hoarders. akira’s office was now spotless, organized but most noticeably REDECORATED. his quixotic behavior reflected his style as unique paintings adorned the walls and various props scattered in random but intentional places of the office space. akira stood beside haneul to observe the newest installment ; a pair of curtains imported from the heart of france. with his arms crossed his eyes bounced between the lace curtain and hanuel’s expression — he sought VALIDATION for his newest purchase. ❝ it — it isn’t THAT bad ! they have character. ❞ he defended the curtains as if he hand stitched them himself. ❝ and you’ll get used to them. ❞
haneul was a man of refined taste and he could only compare the most recent addition to the redecorated room to an eye sore . the colors clashed in a way that made him envy himself moments before he discovered that such a creation existed . ❛ you’re right , it isn’t that bad — it’s much worse . ❜ he walks closer to the window and reaches a hand out to feel the fabric of the curtain , scrunching his nose in disapproval when digits meet a type of material other than satin . ❛ is that ... polyester ? ❜ he scoffs , ❛ i’m afraid even liberace wouldn’t approve . ❜ the raven haired male takes a few steps back and folds his hands behind his back while glancing around the room . ❛ did you really invite me over to look at curtains ? ❜
