#ask:hhr

[rkmb]

if you had the chance, would you have kissed her?

                                                         𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑  ,

        it’s funny.  admittedly, he hasn’t thought about that incident in a while—but when he receives this question, he knows exactly what they’re referring to.

        that night:  several drinks in his system, a coincidental reunion between two distant friends.  hazed memories dot those late hours, yet one memory resists the test of time.  it’s vivid, though a bit awkward to remember.

        “back then,”  he starts, his words slow as he continues to piece together his thoughts.  “i would have, yes.  we weren’t as close.”  he pauses, eyebrows stringing together in contemplation of what’s the truth and what he wants to believe is the truth.  “since then, we’ve spoken to each other a bit more.  actually remembered her birthday this time, ha.  but would i kiss her now?  no.”  —partially because he has recently rekindled an old flame with someone he’s absolutely smitten over, but also partially because he likes yongsun a little too much to lose her  ( which he inevitably will, seeing his relationship streak isn’t the most respectable ).

[rkzhengting]

who do u love most, yangyang or yangyang -not yangyang

        “i love ‘-not yangyang’ the most.”  old man pats himself on the back for a decent comeback.

[rkmb]

Do you think there exist a human on this earth who has no secrets?

        “there are two types of people in this world:  those who have secrets, and liars.  take us, for example.”  he makes a nonsensical gesture with a stray potato chip.  “you obviously have a secret.  your identity.  i, on the other hand, am an open book.  you can ask me anything, and i’ll give you an honest answer.  i don’t believe in secrets.”  lisa pops into his mind, then yugyeom, then his grandfather—all recent happenstances that he’d much rather keep hush-hush.  secrets, indeed.

        a small smile tugs at his lips.  “do you think i’m lying?”

[yinyangmi]

do you take pleasure in hurting people?

i.  implied torture

he emerges from the cramp, windowless room reeking of blood and piss.  it’s not his own  ( never his own ),  but the stench is foul enough to turn heads on his way out. 

took you long enough,  the woman leaning against the wall says.  you got it out of him?  

“narcotics.”  

what the fuck is that supposed to mean?  she reaches out and grabs him by the shoulder, her nose immediately scrunching up in disgust.  did you piss yourself?

he barely hears her.

a shower.  he needs a shower.  preferably to cleanse himself from the filth but also to—

oi, what the fuck does ‘narcotics’—

beater.  let him go.

the woman, beater, whips her head around.  what?  let him go?  we’ve been waiting three fuckin’ hours for him to do his fuckin’ job, and all we get is ‘narcotics.’

the other woman purses her lips.  he’s not going to talk until he deals with, y’know, that.

beater squints.  deal with what?

her gaze drops, and beater’s eyes follow.  oh.  she recoils, albeit too violently and too abruptly.  weirdo.

ii.

it’s actually not a big secret.  anyone who has dealt with him post-torture and post-kill knows.  they call it adrenaline, youthful excitement.  he doesn’t care what they call it, or if they look, to be frank.  it’s natural;  there’s no controlling it.

he usually winds up in shower for a few minutes too long  ( first, to do his deed;  and second, to unclog the drains so yixiang doesn’t have to remind him to ).  it’s either that, or he pays a special visit to weijun—both are favorable as long as he can let it out, and let it go.

[yinyangmi]

what do you fear the most?

𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗬 𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗥  !

        “that’s an intimate question.”  he cocks his head, his eyes staring at you, through you, without a glint of amusement.  and for some time, it doesn’t seem like he’d answer:  he stays perfectly still, his steady gaze akin to that of a bored participant, his lips sealed shut.

       he weighs the consequences, the threats.

        and decides there are none.

       “as you may have realized – or not, if you’re not keen on observation – i will trust someone until they give me a reason not to trust them.”  he leans forward ever so slightly, his fingers stringing together to rest against his chin.  "reasons such as my intuition, your affiliation, or if you decide to betray me . . which would not be in your benefit.  that, i can guarantee.“  he speaks softly, slowly, and with unrivaled eye contact.  ( has he blinked?  you’re not entirely sure. )  "my method of operation comes with a high risk.  a lot of us here on myeongcho would betray, given the opportunity to.  morale is substandard.”

       he stops, his eyes flickering down your form before returning to your curious gaze.

       “there is only one person i put blind trust in.  and it is easiest for him to betray me and get away with it.”  despite admitting his most intimate fear out loud, he doesn’t seem all that uncomfortable.  in fact, he seems indifferent.  "i can tell you this, because i am confident that he won’t.“

[rkmb]

what are the most used apps on your phone?

                                                           𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑 ,

        one flaw he has  ( and he would argue that he doesn’t have many )  is that he’s not as tech-savvy as his peers.  up until high school, his parents had kept him on a strict schedule that barely left him with any free time—and this so-called “free time” was usually spent catching up on his studies.  needless to say, he didn’t have time to spare on social media, save for the occasional weekend instagram updates.  nowadays, he has a bit more freedom and thus, a few more apps.

        “messaging apps like kakao are the ones i use the most.  followed by instagram and this go app where you can play against people from around the world.  best thing about it is that i’m anonymous, so i sometimes go into the ‘master’ category and beat all the top players there.  i’m kind of a phenomenon, ‘cause y’know, no one really expects a pro player to be on a go app.”  for a moment, he scrolls through the pages on his phone, peeking into the various folders that sort his apps by category.  “i also have picture editing apps.  twitter, snapchat.  don’t use those much, though, but feel free to follow me, regardless.  oh and, the public transit app, so i don’t miss the bus.”

[rkzhengting]

Is being different a bad thing? Can it be a bad thing?

        it’s in his gut to say no, because the world would be boring if everyone were the same.  but at the same time, if he really thinks about it, everyone’s the same for a reason.  “depends on what kind of ‘different’ you’re talking about.  things like . . um, tattoos or a more eccentric personality—that’s not bad.  but if you’re a serial killer, then i don’t consider that good at all.”  he pauses, purses his lips.  “let’s just say—if your ‘different’ is harmful to someone, then that type of ‘different’ is bad.”  his mind thoughtfully supplies but aren’t tattoos, for example, considered ‘harmful’ to a company’s image?  but he pushes the thought aside.

[rkzhengting]

what's your best habit?

        “i’m good at responding to people.  as in—”  he makes a nonsensical gesture.  “—they’ll get a text back from me within an hour, unless i’m sleeping, in class, or performing.“  that’s a good habit, right?  because he knows several people who take days to respond like the mun.