#(x. sangjun threads)

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@interxstitial​ said:  ❛ It’s been a long time coming ❜ (to sang jun, from jiwon julien's bitter verse 👀  from this

They said revenge was a dish best served cold, but then Sangjun had never really been one that craved that feeling. Sure, he’d had more than his fair share of run-ins with reasons to be vengeful, but it never sat right with him once all was said and done. He carried an incredible amount of guilt over his father - not that he killed him, anyone with a brain could have seen how that played out – but how he’d let things get as bad as they did before he took control of the situation.

Eyes cast a sideways glance at Julien, lower lip snagged between his teeth. Brows tugged together – an obvious indication that he was concerned. “Yeah, long time.” The words were hollow, tone full of the worry his face so clearly showed. Gone was the usual chipper, hyperactive Sangjun, replaced with one that very few earned the privilege of seeing. “But at what cost?”

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@interxstitial​ said:  " don’t worry about me; are you okay? " (for sangjun! and a toast to new friends huhu)

Well, no, he wasn’t okay. The last thing he was going to do, however, was make someone feel worse about an accident. Sangjun could feel the blood pooling around his scrapped knee, but it was minor at best. “I’m fine!” Bright smile followed as he pulled himself up from the ground and held his hand out to help the other man up. “I haven’t had a collision like that since grade school playground time,” he laughed. “That time I needed stitches. This time? Pretty sure a Hello Kitty band-aid and a cup of coffee will do the trick.”

“I’m Nahm Sangjun, by the way. Sorry for not looking where I was going; it’s been a day.” He stopped, seemingly thinking for a second, and then shrugged a shoulder as if the decision he was wrestling with inside his head had finally been decided. “I know you don’t know me, but I was heading into that bakery for coffee and cheesecake. Can I buy you a cup? It’s the least I can do for knocking you down like you were running with the bulls in Spain.”

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@tetheredflame​ said:  ❛ patch . - Hangil

“It’s fine, it’s nothing.” Sangjun’s free hand half-heartedly swiped at Hangil, attempting to push him away from the trickle of blood down his arm. “Look, it’s just a scratch. Nothing to get all worked up about.” Secretly, though, he was grinning like a fool on the inside. He could see the worry on his boyfriend’s face, could hear it in his tone whenever he spoke; it made Sangjun warm and made his heart flutter in his chest in ways that matched the butterflies in his stomach.

But then, Hangil always had this effect on him – had since they first met way back when they were children. He had always been in awe of how the other man just existed and how well they worked together.

Which made it almost impossible to admit that he’d gone off on his own and gotten shot in the process. It was, luckily, just a scratch – the bullet merely grazing his upper shoulder – but it was blatant proof that he hadn’t taken his partner on a job. “Look, the blood has already slowed down. It’ll scab over in no time and be good as new. I just…didn’t know they’d hired a new guard. Stupid, rookie mistake. Won’t happen again.”

But even though he’d gotten hurt, Sangjun got what he set out to steal. Head nodded toward the bag next to him, then dropped his gaze as he fidgeted with his fingers. “You’re probably pissed, but look at that before you yell. Remember that guy we worked for last year? The one that I said was holding out on us? He kept saying he wanted us to lift those blueprints from his company so he could file the insurance on it? Well…there’s the rest of the money he owed us. It’s enough to get us to Tahiti for that well-deserved vacation.”

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1 YEAR AT THE TABLE! SENTENCE STARTERS | accepting

“Smokey, help! I didn’t listen!” Hangil 💀

OMG. “You never listen!” he yelled out, eyes rolling so far back in his head that he felt the ache of straining muscles. “Why is this time any different?” Sangjun returned to the video game, determined that he was going to ignore Hangil’s pleas for help and just let him fall to his own demise. “I told you,” he continued, “ that you needed to let the landlord bring a ladder. I told you that you wouldn’t be able to shimmy up the side like a monkey and fix it yourself! I told you.” Buttons tapped on the controller, and what should have been a perfectly executed leap across the screen ended with him falling off a cliff and meeting his own early demise. Game Over flashed across the screen and had him cursing under his breath.

Smokey? Fingers hovered over the start button, an internal debate raging over whether he should actually get up and help him or not. It wasn’t until he heard whatever kitchen utensil Hangil had attempted to use as a make-shift wrench fall and hit the ground, that he stood up to go investigate. The last thing he wanted was a smushed boyfriend on the concrete below. “You’re lucky I love you,” he complained as he stepped out onto the balcony. “Otherwise, I’d just leave you here and call the fire department. I told you not to climb up there.” Still, he didn’t rush to help – instead leaning over the side to see their good kitchen knife on the ground below. “That was our best knife! And what if the downstairs neighbor had been out walking her poodle!?! That would have been a mess!”

Finally reaching up, he slid a finger through a belt loop to stabilize Hangil. “Well, come on…Let me rescue you, and then never let you live this down…”

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 valentines   interactions !

@tetheredflame​ said: [ ring in a box ]  to propose to my muse. Hangil / Sangjun.

“If this is another one of your pranks, I swear to god…” Unsure hands reached out toward the box, hesitating to close that last bit of space. His face was one of pure distrust, skepticism and a healthy dose of fear flickering through his gaze – the very gaze he kept locked on Hangil’s face, looking for any sign that those paper snakes were going to jump out and send him hurtling over the back of the sofa. “I will get revenge,” Sangjun promised, all the conviction in the world in his tone. “I don’t care if I have to wait until you’re passed out when you’re eighty, I’ll pay you back…”

Finally, oh-so-reluctantly, his palm closed over the box and he slowly – achingly slowly – began to unwrap the red bow, pull off the pristine white paper. One eye closed, allowing the other to peek into the box.

Nothing jumped out. Nothing screamed at him. No tiny camera was recording his reaction to upload to Youtube.

Inside was a black box, a plain black velvet box.

Eyes immediately shot up, wariness replacing the outright fear. “What’s this?” There was a spider in the box…had to be. He was going to open it up, and a big ass black hairy spider was going to crawl up his arm and send him to an early grave. “I swear to god, Hangil…” Threat repeated again for emphasis. “I will kill you…”

Sangjun pulled the box free and popped open the lid, wincing and drawing back out of sheer reflex. It took him a moment to realize nothing was crawling out, nothing was attacking him – and then he was left in sheer, utterly stupid silence. Mouth gaped open like a fish out of water, brain refusing to process what he was looking at.

A ring.

A beautiful one.

And not one attached to any kind of shock prank…that he could see.

Eyes immediately got hot, warm tears threatening to spill down his cheeks. His face was a mask of emotion and confusion – all rolled into one. “What is this? What…what does this mean?”

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WINTER THEMED SENTENCE STARTERS | accepting 

@tetheredflame​ said: "I feel like a penguin with all of these layers. A very fat penguin." Hangil

Sangjun couldn’t feel his nose, and he was pretty sure that his hands were going to have to be amputated once he got some sort of feeling back into them. His eyes shot to the side, gaze drifting up and down Hangil, and he had to admit that the words were pretty accurate. “I mean…” body shifted, turned toward the side to face him as wispy breath blew out and hung in a cloud in front of them. “I can see it.”

Maybe it was payback for the late-night ankle grabs in the dark, or the six hundred and fifty-second time he’d nearly scared the life out of Sangjun by jumping out at him in the dead of night? Or maybe he just thought penguins were cute? Either way…

Regardless, he stepped closer, offering up what little body heat he had left – and hoping to steal a little bit as well. “Cars just up ahead. I parked this far out so the exterior security cameras wouldn’t catch the license plate.” Unfortunately, the temperature had dropped about ten degrees while they were inside, leaving them both swathed under layers of winter clothing and still shivering against the brutal cold. The reconnaissance had been a success though, giving the much-needed information for the heist they were planning later in the month. “It’s not this cold in Tahiti,” he reminded, body wracked with chills and booted feet kicking their way through four inches of newly fallen snow.

Once they were a meter or two away from the car, a thought came to him that left him smiling so big that the dimples on his cheeks were prominent – even if his teeth were chattering. “Hey, I have the best idea. You say you look like a penguin, right? Let’s see it! C’mon. You know exactly what I’m talking about….” Sangjun mimed a quick penguin waddle, complete with ‘flippers’ flapping in the breeze. “Do it! Show me your waddle!”

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CHRISTMAS/WINTER STARTERS!  | accepting 

@mvxnn​ said:  🎄 Our muses decorate a christmas tree together! ( from Ezra)

Tinsel was everywhere, even hanging off the sleeves of his jacket – almost artistically, as if it had been done on purpose instead of a complete and utter accident. The ornaments were hung, the star placed strategically on top, so now the only thing left to do was flip off the overhead lights and turn on the twinkling ones that adorned the tree. Sangjun stepped away, flipped the both switches simultaneously, and then wrapped an arm around Ezra as he stepped back to admire their handywork.

“It’s perfect! Our first tree! I think we did a good job, it’s just…” There was mischief in his tone, a sure sign that he was up to something no-good. “It’s just, I think it’s missing something…” A hand rubbed at his chin as if he were deep in thought, while the other remained hidden behind his back. “Oh! I know!” Seconds later, silver tinsel was falling like snowflakes over Ezra’s head, clinging to his hair, nose, and shoulders. “There! Perfect! Beautiful! I’ve never seen better Christmas decorations!”

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spots to kiss.  | accepting 

@mvxnn​ said:  Spots to kiss #29 ( from Ezra ~ )  |  a kiss on the inside of the wrist.

Since the birthday that wasn’t a birthday, Sangjun had been keeping his eyes open for charms to add to Ezra’s bracelet. Anytime he was in a shop or away on business, he’d scour shelves until he found something that would help fill up the chain. Today, it was a tiny kite that reminded him of the time they had a picnic down by the river and watched a group of children flying kites against the wind. No matter where he went, or what charms he found, he was always reminded of Ezra’s face, his laugh – the way he made Sangjun feel.

There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that the was falling in love, but he’d remained stupidly silent about it because the ramification of confessing to someone that didn’t love him back were horrifying. He could lose his friend, lose the closeness and the connection to the one person who understood him. Or – worse – Ezra could want him back, and then he’d be left worried about what would happen if he found out the true nature of Sangjun’s employment.

“I will never forget,” your face that day, “that kid’s face when the kite got away from him and he thought it was going to fly off into the ice cream shop.” He was chuckling under his breath as he clasped the chain, thumb brushing over the pulse of Ezra’s wrist. A steady beat pressing against soft skin, it was finally too much for him to ignore. Ducking his head, Sangjun pressed his lips to the beat of his pulse – one quick, lingering kiss before he pulled away, unable to meet his eyes. “Anyway, I hope you like it. It reminded me of that day, so I wanted you to have it.”