#asyseungwon

[et-spiritus-sancti]

「 @asy-seungwon liked for a starter from Connor and Murphey 」

“What the hell are we doing here, Conny?” The words were mumbled around Murphey’s cigarette as she fished in her pockets for a lighter. Connor pulled the cigarette from her lips and stick it behind her ear.

“Can’t smoke in hospital, idiot. And our cousin said one of the people the run for is based in this place. He said he gave them our name and that they we’re cool with working with us and supplying us shit we need but who the fuck knows.”

Murphey made a face as they stepped into the lobby of Seoul Psychiatric, shaking her head, the sisters still talking in their Irish-accented English. “You dragged us to a nut house on the word of the cousin who can’t tell the difference between his ass and a hole in the ground without a real way to find this guy? Who does that shit?”

“Would you shut the fuck up and just come on? He gave us a name. At the very least we find a bad guy or a connection to one we can pop. Besides, what do you expect us to do in a nut house? They’ve got their own security measures going on. All we can go on is a name, dammit.”

“It’s your ass, mastermind.”

“Shut up, Murph.”

[asyhana]

Long Over Due| Seungwon

@asy-seungwon

Such a metaphor for my life, was all Koei could think as he looked out one of the lobby windows. Snow was starting to fall. Not much, just enough to dust sidewalks and decaying vegetation with a softness. a blanket to cover up the hideous.

He felt hideous and being in Hana’s head was his blanket of snow.

He had spent a wonderful year with Eunhye but ever since her leaving and her return, things had not been the same and to say otherwise would have been an insult to both of their intelligence and the effort they were putting into getting back on track. He admitted his part in all this but the fact remained that things were at a standstill. 

And all either one of them could do was hide the ugly.

Speaking of ugly......

It did nothing for his mood that the particular object that was the center of all this turmoil casually strolled through the lobby at that moment. It was obvious that the person standing by the window wasn’t Hana, but it was neither Zinger or Athenais as well. Koei had left the shoulder length hair down this day but he was still in a black button down, un-tucked and hanging over the dark, slightly fitted jeans he had slipped into. Seungwon’s only options would have been the males. And he did not want to give him the opportunity to engage.

Hands behind his back, he began to walk away from the window and from Seungwon.

[asy-byul-retired]

Filling in the Blanks | Seungwon

asy-seungwon

The door to her office was open as she gathered her notes and papers together for her session with Seungwon. It had been a while since they had a proper session, or a proper conversation since they changed the time for his bi-monthly sessions. There was a lot to discuss and a lot to cover, especially considering his time away, his interactions with the other residents, and Eunhye alone. And if they were to get anywhere with treatment, if he even agreed to treatment, they were going to have to start somewhere.

[asy-byul-retired]

“This is awkward…” - Seungwon

send “This is awkward…” for my muse to catch yours without a shirt on.

Hanbyul didn’t even flinch. Should she have been embarrassed or sorry? Probably. She didn’t feel either. Blinked, tilted her head, shrugged, then returned to looking at her clipboard, setting her pen by his name. “My records show that we have a standing sessions every two weeks on Thursday at 10 am. Would you like to keep that as is or change it?”

[asy-jiyong]

Mine; Not Yours | Seungwon

G-Dragon opened the door of his room. He had planned to see if Zinger was interested in doing something more entertaining with him when he noticed a familiar face unlocking the door directly across the hall. “Look what the cat dragged in.”

[asy-xiumin]

Roomies;

asy-seungwon

After just arriving to Jeju, one would think to look around and want to explore. Not Minseok. This was his first time not being locked up in his house, a hospital or the institute and it was his first time on a plane. His nerves were shaken and so he found his room right away to take shelter from the unfamiliar surroundings. He just needed some time to calm himself and gather his bearings.

Upon entering the room, Minseok’s anxiety shot up. The beds.. They’re too close.. almost one.. Aren’t I supposed to have a roommate?.. Oh shit oh shit.. And in no time he found himself wedged between the two beds, trying to push with his brittle arms. His scrawny body was no match for the large beds.

He took a minute to catch his breath, still stuck in between. His tensed up, however, once he heard the door click open. His head whipped around to see who was entering though he couldn’t move his legs. He was frozen.

[asy-byul-retired]

asy-seungwon

“If you spent half as much time focused on your therapy as you do on just about everyone and everything else, maybe, just maybe, you’d have a chance to earn some privileges with your parole officer. But unfortunately, you haven’t, so no, I can’t give you permission for a day out.” She looked at the older man with every ounce of her professional demeanor intact, hands folded over the top of her desk, trying so very hard not to drop her professional manner. Six months pregnant. She didn’t need anything else troubling happening.

[asyhana]

closed | seungwon

*Non-Asy: She is the alter of a resident of a psych facility. The library is in said psych facility. *Asy: Y’all know where you are.

There weren’t many places for the French lady to continue to inspect in Seoul Psychiatric, or people, and she began to toy with the idea of finally doing something. However, it was still complicated, the particulars of this plan of hers and attempting anything at the moment would only end in failure. She had walked around with no destination in mind and found herself in the library, an area forever deserted by residents and staff alike. Her gazed turned to the directory on the wall, a tap of her finger to the locations of various genres laid out before her. She paused as her nail followed the location of the fantasy books and she smiled, headed in that direction with a turn of her heel.