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when it came to theories and solutions with zack and ko, the possibilities were endless. they conjured up the craziest of ideas and schemes, once even going as far as to start up a two-man ‘spy group’ stemmed from some stupid bet in which they spent the next hour following a girl home only simply with the goal of finding out what color her house was painted in without having to ask her themselves. today the topic of discussion had been centered around one of zack and ko’s mutual friends, ash, who they now assumed was selling drugs. it was the only logical solution they had as to how it was possible for a boy of ash’s age in his current educational and career situation to make as much money as he did. it just wasn’t right!
after having discussed it for a while they both agreed that they should just come right out to ash with it, their only problem now would be who was going to be the one to have to confront him. usually zack was perfect for any task having to do with confrontation and asking or telling people things they may not want to hear. and he’d do it without a hint of hesitation or regret, but such confidence was not the case with ash, no. ash was an exception. he was like the little brother that zack never wanted, but got, and was surprisingly pleased with. he babied him, loved him right from the jump and not many people have that sort of luck, with zack. he couldn’t just come out with such a bold accusation, but ko was also right. there was no way in hell things would run smoothly if they left it up to ko.
“I don’t know man, you say a lot of things to a lot of women and even I didn’t agree with that one. I can’t do it though I don’t know why he doesn’t just tell us himself already.”
it was in the next second, the little imaginary light bulb at the top of zack’s head would light up, eyes widening with sudden excitement as he snaps his fingers together. “Wait, that’s it! We’ll make it so he has to tell us. I’ve got a plan, alright? We won’t have to ask him, we’re just gonna go over there, and hint at the idea a little bit until he comes out with it., and if he doesn’t admit, well. We’ll just have to search his house for the stash ourselves, pretend we stumbled on it on accident all surprised like ‘oh my goodness! ash what is this huge stash of weed and slash or other drugs you were hiding in your closet!?’”
It most likely wasn’t a good idea, but it seems like another ingenious plan made up by his endlessly witty best friend. Zack was the only person he’d trust without a doubt, even if the things he said were completely whack or if the suggestions he gave were blatantly awful. That’s just what happens when you love someone as much as Ko loves him. You believe everything they say, trust them with your entire being. Or maybe that was only the case in a friendship was close-knitted as the two of them.
So he goes with it. He claps repeatedly, nodding his head slowly. “Bravo, Zack. Bravo. You’ve outdone yourself again. That’s a fuckin’ good idea, man...we doing it today? Right now?”
Admittedly, it wasn’t the best idea for either of them to go anywhere with the copious amounts of weed they’d burned up and inhaled moments prior. That was a normal occurrence, though, and so was doing things they shouldn’t be doing. Besides, Ash’s apartment was only across the way from his own. The building they lived in wasn’t the most luxurious, but for some reason, their loaded friend preferred to stay in a more humble place.
Isn’t that what drug dealers do, too? It sounded reasonable. He went with it.
“I’m, like, almost one hundred percent sure that he’s home today, too. He posted a picture with his cat like, two hours ago and captioned it saying ‘spending the day with my girlfriend’, so...” Ko continued, and before he even gave the other a chance to voice out a response, he’d already hopped up from his couch and tossed his game system’s controller down behind him.
“Let’s wear all black and pretend we’re spies again.”
he’s not lost, don’t look for him.
PARK HAE WON, TWENTY-ONE, RUNAWAY I HEARD HE BEAT HIS FATHER TO A PULP. I BET HE’S DONE FAR WORSE THAN THAT. KNOWN ON THE STREETS AS G E M I N I.
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quirks my muse habitually has.
Writers, bold all of your character’s regular truths.
1. Smoking: the action or habit of inhaling and exhaling the smoke of tobacco or a drug. 2. Binge drinking: the consumption of an excessive amount of alcohol in a short period of time. 3. Drug abuse: the habitual taking of illegal drugs. 4. Nail biting: a common body language sign of anxiety/tension. 5. Lip biting: a common body language sign of anxiety/tension. 6. Night Owl: a person who is habitually active or wakeful at night. 7. Early bird: a person who rises, arrives, or acts before the usual or expected time. 8. Negative attitudes: a philosophy of approaching life with criticism and pessimism. 9. Positive attitudes: a philosophy of approaching life with optimism and confidence. 10. Swearing: the use of offensive language. 11. Superstitious: an irrational belief that an object, action, or circumstance not logically related to a course of events influences its outcome. 12. Inspecting fingernails: a common body language sign of boredom. 13. Scratching your neck: a common body language sign of uncertainty. 14. Foot and finger tapping: a common body language sign of stress/impatience. 15. Nose touch: a subtle body language sign of deceit. 16. Flipping hair: a common body language sign of craving attention. 17. Twirling hair: a common body language sign of flirtation. 18. Cracking knuckles: a common body language sign of readiness. 19. Hands behind back: a common body language sign of confidence. 20. Finger pointing: a common body language sign of authority. 21. Hands on hips: a common body language sign of readiness. 22: Hands in pockets: a common body language sign of mistrust/reluctance. 23. Frequent touch: a common body language sign of warmth/familiarity. 24. Throat-clearing: a common body language sign of rejection/doubt. 25: Jaw-clenching: a common body language sign of hostility. 26: Eye-rolling: a common body language sign of irritation. 27: Head-tilt: a common body language sign of interest. 28. Whistling: to emit high-pitched sound by forcing breath through a small hole between one’s lips or teeth; usually to a tune. 29. Humming: make a low, steady continuous sound like that of a bee; usually to a tune. 30. Perfectionism: refusal to accept any standard short of perfection. 31. Photographic memory: the ability to remember information or visual images in great detail. 32. Paranoia: a mental condition characterized by delusions of persecution, unwarranted jealousy, or exaggerated self-importance, typically worked into an organized system. 33. Exaggeration: a statement that represents something as better or worse than it really is. 34: Intuitive: using or based on what one feels to be true even without conscious reasoning; instinctive. 35: Quick-witted: showing or characterized by an ability to think or respond quickly and effectively. 36: Interrupting: breaking the continuity of a conversation with one’s own statements. 37: Doodling: to scribble or make rough drawings, absent-mindedly. 38: Irritable: having or showing a tendency to be easily annoyed. 39: Gambling: to play games of chance for money; bet. 40: Travel-sick: suffering from nausea caused by the motion of a moving vehicle, boat, or aircraft. 41: Sensitive: having or displaying a quick and delicate appreciation of others’ feelings. 42: Melancholy: a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause. 43: Chewing gum: the exercise of chewing flavoured gum which is not intended for swallowing. 44: Fidgeting: to make small movements, especially of the hands and feet, through nervousness or impatience. 45: Skeptical: not easily convinced; having doubts or reservations. 46: Neat-freak: compulsively obsessed with cleanliness. 47: Gossiping: divulging personal information about others. 48: Prim: feeling or showing disapproval of anything regarded as improper; stiffly correct. 49: Abbreviating: Giving others nicknames/shortening names/giving pet names. 50: Having a catchphrase: having a sentence or phrase typically associated with a specific person.
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ACTIONS - ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING
*Accidentally spills [[SPECIFY HERE]] on you*
*Slaps you*
*Kisses you on the lips*
*Bites your lip*
*Rubs your shoulders*
*Dumps ice water over your head*
*Winks at you*
*Flips hair at you*
*Throws a ball of paper towards you*
*Hands you a note, inside it says [[SPECIFY HERE]]*
*Slams the door shut behind you*
*Storms out of the room*
*Wraps my arms around you from behind*
*Kisses your neck*
*Nibbles on your earlobe*
*Tucks a strand of hair behind your ear*
*Strokes your hair*
*Caresses your cheek*
*Holds you in my arms*
QUOTES - PICK UP LINES EDITION
“You’re cute and I’m horny. You thinking what I’m thinking?”
“I see you like cardio… wanna go back to my place and do it together?”
“I’m sorry, but I just received a call for you. From heaven? I think they’re missing an angel.”
“Hold my hand? I’m afraid I’m getting lost in your eyes.”
“Is that a mirror in your pocket? Because I can see myself in your pants.”
“Are you a pokemon? Because I’d like to peek-at-chu.”
“If I had a dollar for every beautiful girl/guy I saw tonight, I’d have one dollar. Because the only beautiful girl/guy in here is you.”
“Maybe I could show you my [[SPECIFY ITEM]] collection. It’s back at my house, so we’d have to go there but…”
*Spills a drink on your shirt* “I’m so sorry! But if it’s any reassurance, I think that top would look better on my bedroom floor anyways.”
QUOTES - STRANGERS EDITION
“I’m sorry, have we met before?”
“I don’t know you, but thanks.”
“You’re a very nice guy/girl, you know that?”
“We only just met… but I’d really like to see you again.”
“Do you think you could move your ass out of my friend’s seat?”
“It’s none of your business. We just met.”
“Hey I’m [[NAME HERE]] and my crazy ex-girlfriend/boyfriend is here and I was wondering if you’d pretend to date me so I can get them off my back?”
“I’m so sorry about that! Let me buy you a new sandwich.”
“Oh shit. I didn’t mean to trip you I swear, I’m sorry.”
QUOTES - WORKPLACE EDITION
“Did you get that email I sent you last night?”
“No, I’m serious. She/he brought a flask to work.”
“I overheard the boss and I think you’re about to be put up for a promotion!”
“I know what you’ve got in that top drawer.”
“I can’t believe you’re drunk at work.”
“You know, most people watch porn at home.”
“Your Netflix binge is using up all the broadband.”
“Stop torrenting, asshole! I have a report to send off to Japan in an hour and I can’t even open Gmail!”
“If you spent half as much time on doing your job as you do on World on Warcraft, maybe you’d have a chance at a promotion too.”
“You’ve been working here for 6 years and you don’t know where the break room is?”
QUOTES - SCHOOL EDITION
“Didn’t you hear? [[NAME HERE]] and [[NAME HERE]] hooked up last night!”
“We lost the playoffs.”
“The girls team beat the boys!”
“I heard he/she got called into the principal’s office.”
“Apparently the swim team had an orgy after hours.”
“I heard they were fucking in the bathroom.”
“She/he’s been paying people to do their homework!”
“She/he fell running in the hallway and knocked out a few teeth.”
“I can’t believe we’re graduating this year.”
“Being a freshman sucks.”
“I slept with a sophomore last weekend.”
“She/he told me they were a junior!”
“Why are those freshmen staring at you?”
“Is there a reason everyone suddenly knows your name overnight?”
“How come everyone suddenly knows who I am?”
“Did you tell them about my [[INSERT SECRET HERE]]?!”
“I can’t believe you hooked up with my boyfriend/girlfriend.”
“I definitely failed that test.”
“I got an A on my essay!”
QUOTES - SASS EDITION
“Wow, there’s a stick wedged so far up your ass I don’t think I can even pull it out.”
“I’m sorry, but my number of fucks to give has officially reached a negative number.”
“Uranus called and said I’m huge and in the way.”
“I’m searching… searching… oh. Well would you look at that. I couldn’t find any fucks to give.”
“What’s the difference between a dolphin and you? Dolphins have brains.”
“Just because that’s mistletoe hanging above us doesn’t mean I’m going to kiss you.”
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”
“At this point you might as well ask for my autograph.”
QUOTES - ARGUMENTS/ROWS/QUARRELS EDITION
“You know I’m right! I’m always right!”
“Shut up. Just shut up!”
“I don’t need to listen to this.”
“You’re lying.”
“I can’t believe you’d say that. Even in an argument, that was low of you.”
“I can’t look at you.”
“Don’t fucking touch me.”
“If you say one more word, I swear…”
“Pipe down, you’re making a scene.”
“What’s wrong with you?”
“Now I know why people think you’re neurotic.”
“You must be crazy.”
“I’m not backing down.”
“You can’t hide the truth forever, you know.”
“What’s your issue?”
“You make me so angry.”
“This has nothing to do with you.”
QUOTES - LOVERS EDITION
“And… and I love you! It’s what I’ve been trying to tell you all along.”
“I don’t know how to say it. But you know what I’m trying to say, right?”
“I’ve never been good at this. I don’t do relationships. But I… I want to try with you.”
“You’re the one that I want.”
“I don’t care. I don’t give a shit, don’t you get it? I don’t give a flying fuck unless it has to do with you. I love you.”
“Please don’t say that. You know you’re the only one for me. Fuck everyone else.”
“I can’t stop thinking about you. Every minute of every day. I could be standing in the shower or cooking breakfast, but you’re still the only thought on my mind.”
“I want to wake up next to you, everyday for the rest of my life.”
“I’ve always been afraid of commitment, okay? That’s why I sleep around.”
“I’ve never wanted to give love a try until now.”
“Please, don’t leave me.”
“I need you more than you will ever know.”
“I love you more than I could ever express in words.”
QUOTES - DRUNK AND KNOCKING AT YOUR DOOR EDITION
*Starts singing [[SPECIFY SONG NAME]] outside your door/window*
“I didn’t fuck him/her, I swear!”
“I brought vodka and ice cream.”
“You left your anal beads at my house. Wait… no, they’re just normal mardi gras beads.”
“I can’t believe you went without me!”
“I love you, I love you so much and you just don’t see it. What am I supposed to do?”
“I know you’re sad and upset. Let me be your distraction! I want to be your distraction!”
“I can’t find my apartment and I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
“Let me in! I think I’m gonna throw up.”
TEXTS - DRUNK EDITION
[TEXT] You dumped me for HIM/HER?
[TEXT] I can’t stop listening to our song.
[TEXT] My pillow still smells like you.
[TEXT] You left your cologne when you moved out. I used it up.
[TEXT] Do you even love me?
[TEXT] What happened to us?
[TEXT] I just want to eat bacon and see you naked. And then eat bacon off of you naked.
[TEXT] IM26C4U.
[TEXT] You never gave a shit about me.
[TEXT] I couldn’t care less.
[TEXT] Now you know how it feels.
[TEXT] I still love you.
[TEXT] I can’t stop thinking about all the times you told me you loved me… and wondering if they were lies.
TEXTS - EMERGENCY EDITION
[TEXT] I fell down the stairs and… well, I’m in the ER.
[TEXT] ______ got injured during their game and I’m waiting with them at the hospital but I can’t do this alone.
[TEXT] Did you know your mother/father is at the hospital right now??
[TEXT] I was cleaning out the garage and I’m stuck under some boxes!! Please help before the spiders get me.
[TEXT] I don’t know what happened I was just cooking and then all of a sudden the pasta was on fire!
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ok but a ‘your apartment is next to/above mine & i can hear you & your partner dancing & singing & the bed moving & you two laughing & talking in hushed tones & it won’t let me sleep so i bitch about it to you 24/7 & then one day it just stops & one day turns into one week & then months & i haven’t seen you smile in forever please let me in, i’ve been knocking for ten minutes’ au.
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Throughout the night, Kyungsoo wakes up a few times– bleary eyes peeking open and his arms instinctively pulling the other closer, just to keep him warm, and more importantly to make sure he’s still breathing. Maybe there’s something in him that’s worried the other was slipped something more dangerous than a roofie. He shifts underneath the coverings of the coat a little more to try and get more comfortable like this before drifting off again. This is repeated a few more times– until finally, the delivery boy stays asleep, face tucked against the stranger’s shoulder.
By morning, Kyungsoo has rolled over a little bit, no longer protectively wrapped around the olive skinned boy, his chest rising and falling with his relaxed breathing. It’s when his shoulder is getting shaken around and startling him out of his dream that he’s sucking in a gasp and sitting up in a hurry, exhaustion written all over his beaten face, bedhead sticking up in every which direction despite the fact that they hadn’t even slept in a bed. Brown eyes are laden with lack of sleep as he squints at the other, and the pain of all those fresh bruises is setting in, reminding him that he did indeed get his ass handed to him last night.
But on the bright side. The stranger was fine. Healthy, even. I mean– you gotta be healthy to be that loud, right? “I’m so relieved.” Kyungsoo groans out as he rubs his hands down his face, being tenderly careful of the ugly smatterings of red and purple in the process. He lowers his hands and offers the other boy a tired grin. “I thought you might not make it. I don’t know what that guy gave you.. I had to haul you all the way here.”
For starters, he’s not exactly sure what his connection is to the doe-eyed male for him to feel any type of way about his wellbeing. It’s not unlikely, but it is rare for a perfect stranger to actually give a damn about another human being. That’s what Ko had learned over the years, anyway. People are selfish--self centered. They focus on themselves and not much of anything else. Most things, well, they’re done for the sake of making oneself look better. And Ko isn’t resentful of it, no, because he, himself, is guilty of it too.
It crosses his mind that maybe he and the other had become acquainted the night before; it’d happened on prior occasions that he’d become friendly with people and forget of them later on. Could you blame him, though? He was quite the social butterfly, especially with a few drinks running through his blood. But worrying about how he knew him soon came to an end when another question was brought up.
Who gave him what, exactly?
“What do you mean? What are you talking about?” It all gave him a headache.
But then again, that was probably just the hangover, which he’d nearly forgotten about until an ache shot across his temples. He groaned quietly, the pads of his fingers gently massaging at the sides of his head.
“I need some water.”
Friendly reminder that my muse is not immutable. Over time their attitude, behavior, and headcanons may change. Their opinions or standings may not always be the same. I am not twisting my muse out of character by changing their opinions, I am giving them a relatable quality because none of us are immutable and won’t always have the same opinion of everything.
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Chanyeol laughed, shaking his head as he dipped his fork into his meal, taking another mouthful of rice as the other explained his predicament. This was the third time Ko had gotten a call from an unknown number while Chanyeol was around, and while he found the first two times amusing, the third seemed alarming.
“I just think if he’s trying so hard to get in touch with you, he must have something to say,.” Chanyeol says, after swallowing his bite of food. “And even if he doesn’t, I think it’d be good for you to call him out. Not only that, but I don’t think blocking him is going to stop him.”
He picks up his glass of white wine and takes a sip, and he would feel a lot more fancier if they’re weren’t eating take out meat they picked up from a street vendor. It’s good though, so good, and Chanyeol regrets not getting more rice. He’s too lazy to cook any himself, and it’s far too late to go out and pick some up. The clock in the microwave says it’s nearing midnight.
“You did a number on him to get him so desperate to talk to you,” he mutters, raising an eyebrow. “
He’s almost mad that his friend has a point. If someone is desperate enough to call several times, then he’s sure that they’d have no qualms in showing up randomly at his door--if the worse came to worst. He inhales and leans his head back, a loud groan slipping out with his exhale. He hates to admit when others are right sometimes.
“I guess so. Ah, all of this just gives me a headache.” He replied, head falling back down before it turned to gaze over at Chanyeol. “Whatever. You want the rest of this? I lost my appetite.”
And before a response is given, he’d already been pushing at practically the entirety of a meal they’d both purchased not too long before. It wasn’t like him to not be able to finish any large heaping of food, but it was especially out of character for him to not finish an average serving of one of his favorite dishes.
Instead, he opted for the glass before him. He’d no idea why they’d settled for such a cheap meal paired with wine that wasn’t so cheap, but it wasn’t abnormal for them to do things like so. Things didn’t have to be proper with Chanyeol. Things didn’t have to be in order. That’s what he liked so much about being around him. Tranquility would always be better than vice versa, and he was sure everyone could agree on that.
IV. Sweatpants | Childish Gambino
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It’s been a few weeks since Kyungsoo landed his job as a delivery boy, and he was settling into the habit. Every morning he’d wake up, get ready, walk to the office, clock in and get his bike there. After that he starts with the regulars. Mr. Shin eats the same thing for breakfast every morning and the place doesn’t deliver, so it’s up to Kyungsoo to fetch it– and the old man tips well just for a little bit of company. Mrs. Park adores the young brunette and feeds him every morning when he brings her the mail from her P.O. box. And then he checks up on Mr. Kim, a local shut in terrified of leaving his home, and it’s usually a short visit (except sometimes Kyungsoo will be given a grocery list, and then he’ll take care of them for Mr. Kim right away.) After his regulars, he makes rounds to others depending on what day it is (some of the eldery citizens his boss has assigned him to help need different things on different days, as in dry cleaning, more groceries, necessities, etc..) and normally it adds up to an excrutiatingly long day filled with riding from one end of the city to the other.
He could complain about how tiresome it is, but.. God, the tips are good. And the clients aren’t that bad. Most of them are friendly and really appreciate the little doe eyed brunette. By the end of the day his limbs are aching and his subconscious is begging for sleep, but his pockets are filled with what will eventually get him into the apartment he’s been longing for from the moment he became homeless. No more sleeping outside in freezing temperatures, or staying with friends, or sitting up all night in 24 hour diners paying for coffee until he’s asked to leave. A real home of his own without feeling like a freeloader, and privacy. Real privacy. The thought makes a smile tug across his sleepy face as he turns the bike in and clocks out.
He uses the restroom to change out of the dorky pink polo shirt his boss insists he wears, trading it for a soft tshirt and a sweater, and then he’s pulling his backpack onto his shoulders and bidding everyone goodnight as he leaves the small building. He thumbs over his phone a little, taking a deep breath as he starts meandering down the street. He could text Chanyeol to ask if he could sleep over that night, but if he remembers correct, the older man is working from home tonight and Kyungsoo would only be in the way. He starts thinking about his usual safe places to hide and snooze in the city, and there’s a nook between Dim Sum place and an old antique shop that is usually warm enough, and when he adds in the fact he’s never been harassed or bothered when sleeping there yet, it’s stamps his final decision.
Only problem is that it’s on the other end of town and he has to walk through some seedy places to get to it. Whatever, is the word that bubbles up in his head and he’s venturing off, fingers wrapped around the straps of his backpack. Kyungsoo ends up stopping on the way there at a cafe, spending a few hours reading his book and eating a meal. Any time not spent out in the cold has him better off. By the time the delivery boy is leaving there, it’s rather late into the night, and soon he’s walking through one of the worse-off neighborhoods, known primarily for night clubs and a high crime rate.
There are a few people standing out on smoke breaks, he spots a group of girls helping their intoxicated friend into a cab up the street– and then.. Something strange, as he passes by and alleyway, having to stop in his tracks and walk backwards a bit to look down. It’s a little dim down there but he can make out enough to see an older man clearly hauling an unconscious boy (about Kyungsoo’s own age) into the back of a car. Something about it doesn’t feel right. It makes the brunette’s stomach twist anxiously.
Just keep walking, Kyungsoo. Don’t get involved.
They’re probably together. They probably get drunk and do this all the time.
He wants to flee, but when he sees the awkward movements in the back of the cab, he moves closer, just enough to see the way the man is trying to yank the kid’s shirt off, and through the cracked window he hears him mumble something incoherent.. It sounds vaguely like a ‘What are you.. doin’..’ and a slurred, muffled 'Stop it..’
It takes all but three seconds for the delivery boy to find a large chunk of brick on the ground and smash it through the windshield.
The man, naturally, is startled. But shock turns into yelling, screaming anger, curses– and he stumbles out of the car before snatching Kyungsoo up by his collar. A hissed 'What the fuck you think you’re doing!?’ has alcohol wafting all over Kyungsoo’s face, and he furrows his brow, his voice wavering. “Trying to stop a rape, apparently!” And boy, is Kyungsoo loud despite the nervousness in his voice. His proclamation manages to catch the attention of a few passerby that stop at the end of the alley, just in time to witness the brunette getting his face beaten over with hard knuckles, his own hands shoving and scratching in a desperate attempt to get away. Thrown down, kicked square in the ribs, and the brick he’d used earlier is in the hands of the other is about to come down over him, until.. Oh, thank god. There are a few guys dragging his attacker away. His vision is blurry with hot tears and all he tastes is blood, though. And.. Dammit. His favorite sweater is ripped.
Fast forward an hour later.
Kyungsoo is sitting in front of a convenience store with a bundle of ice wrapped in a rag pressed against his face. And the kid he saved from earlier is slumped over the table, zoning in and out of consciousness (if you could even call it consciousness. The boy can barely speak or keep his eyes open for more than two seconds at a time.) while Kyungsoo anxiously watches, side of his face coated in bruises and his lip properly split and stinging. “What am I gonna do with you.” He breathes out, stressed tightening in his aching ribs. He doesn’t know anybody he can show up to like this, and he isn’t sure how far he can drag this guy much longer. He thinks back to his secret sleeping spot between the Dim Sum restaurant and antique shop.. He figures it’ll have to do. The other is so zonked out anyways that Kyungsoo doubts he’ll care about sleeping on concrete for a night.
And so he drags the other down the street and into the tight alleyway, helping him through a slot of chain link fence to get into the narrow crevice that has just enough room for the two of them to bundle down, and Kyungsoo digs out his coat from his backpack before he leans back against it, tugging the stranger against his chest so he can properly cover the two of them together. He’s so exhausted that despite the pain from the recent beating, he falls asleep quickly.
Waking up is usually a quaint thing. Konnen always woke up bright, refreshed. Greetings from both warm beams of sun and his dog start of his day on positive notes, even if the events the day held before him weren’t so pleasant themselves. He spends a little while lying around if he has the time; he always made sure to set his alarm earlier than he needed to be up, just because he understands that he’s not the type of person who can be woken up abruptly and slip out of bed without contemplating death. Something to that degree, anyway.
But everything is different when he woke up this time. It’s cold, actually. Drafty. He knows he’s not completely covered with a blanket, which happens a lot, actually. He sleeps messily more often than not--ends up with his blanket either wrapped around him cocoon-like or tossed onto the floor completely. But it’s still different. He doesn’t feel comfortable, quite the opposite, actually. There’s a pleasant warmth beside him that he can’t quite put a finger on determining what it’s coming from exactly, however.
At that point, his brows drew together sharply and he began rubbing his eyes frantically. Something was wrong. His head pounded, his body ached. The question of whether or not he’d been hit by a car crossed his mind, as drastic as that sounded, but the last thing he remembered was being in the bar. He sat up, slowly, and began looking around. Outside? Did he really get that trashed? It wasn’t like him to not be able to get home, at least.
And in the corner of his eye was a sudden movement, drawing his attention and the reason for the quick turn of his head. Beside him was a sleeping male, milky skin with a face slightly busted up. Fresh wounds, it seemed, which only raised more questions. He shot his arm out and shook the stranger’s shoulder frantically, needing answers as to why the hell he was sleeping on concrete and who the hell he was and why the hell he looked the way he did.
“Yah! Dude, you good? Wake up, c’mon.”
yuael:
From the instant the dark blue blanket had been removed from the intense heat empowered by the dryer her body had already found itself curling up into the comfort of the minimally patterned cloth, her body sitting in a hunched position as the blanket nearly covered the entirety of her stature. Even on a warm and peaceful day as this there was no ignoring the sentiment of freshly cleaned and dried covers, the relaxation nearly urging her to curl up into a ball on the mat floor to crawl completely beneath the cascading warmth. It was something a child would do, and she wasn’t timid to admit her child-like desires in the current moment.
Now come the vivid imagery of being trapped in the confinement of the heated source, rattling around as the machine made it’s precise rounds ordered by the user settings. It sounded uncivil and downright scary, but laughter still found it’s way past her lips. “Want to know a shocker? A washing machine can actually get hotter than a dryer. The hottest a washing machine can get it 60°C, which is about 11 degrees more than a dryer. Do you think I’d come out more in one piece if I sat in the washer then? It could be like an intense bath.”
Ko had already flung himself down beside her on the couch as she spoke horrors of the machines. The mere fact that she knew such a thing was almost astounding, though impressive. He could always appreciate random knowledge. Who wouldn’t prefer to debate whether or not the temperature of a washing machine or dryer could compare over something relevant to life? Definitely not a guy like Ko, that’s for sure.
He laughed once more while a hand reached out, fingers digging into the softness of the blanket to urge her to share. “Only you would know something like that. But seriously, I think before the heat of a washer or dryer kills you, you’ll die from some extreme head trauma. Seriously, think about it. That shit will knock you the hell out. If you live, you probably won’t remember your name after. I can’t imagine what would happen to your hair, too...probably get all wrapped up and caught in something. Ah...” he paused, palm pressing against his chest. “It gets my heart racing for you just thinking about it.”
RECRUITING HIGHLY INTELLIGENT INDIVIDUALS. TO DO SO, WE HAVE DEVISED A TEST: 1:20, 2:3, 3:5, 4:20, 5:5, 6:53, 7:1, 8:8, 9:2, 10:4, 11:8, 12:4, 13:13, 14:4, 15:8, 16:4, 17:5, 18:14, 19:7, 20:31, 21:12, 22:36, 23:2, 24:3, 25:5, 26:65, 27:5, 28:1, 29:2, 30:18, 31:32, 32:10, 33:3, 34:25, 35:10, 36:7, 37:20, 38:10, 39:32, 40:4, 41:40, 42:11, 43:9, 44:13, 45:6, 46:3, 47:5, 48:43, 49:17, 50:13, 51:4, 52:2, 53:18, 54:4, 55:6, 56:4, 57:24, 58:64, 59:5, 60:37, 61:60, 62:12, 63:6, 64:8, 65:5, 66:18, 67:45, 68:10, 69:2, 70:17, 71:9, 72:20, 73:2, 74:34, 75:13, 76:21.
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