#boksoonie

[jeonq97]

Dear future me,

!! Letter to !!Status: not accepting

Dear future me,

Honestly boy, hope you learned how to chill because you are so annoying right now. I hope you learned to be tougher and not take everyones shit anymore. You better tell me you didn’t let anyone force themselves on you. I know you left the bad vibes in the past. Boy you better improved your singing and dancing skills as well because your passion is the most important part of you. 

No bad feelings allowed! Stay strong dude! Friends and passion always come first.

-in hate present me

[jeongchinoli-blog]

A call to @boksoonie​ from this.

There had been things he was seeing, but also, there had been things he was missing. He saw this woman. He saw that she had crafty eyes that were sharpened like his, but he lacked to see how well those eyes had pegged him. Funny right? He the expert of control had lacked to realize his loosening of grip. He had failed to see this. He had.

A coy smile came over his lips. He looked at her presently, and that had been the first time, maybe. That look faded as he pulled out two folded pieces of gold rimmed parchment from his inner coat pocket. Instead, his eyes went to their distant state, so far removed from all else. 

“I’m a chaebol,” he told her as if he was stating something common like a family name. “If they didn’t train us in things like penmanship, wouldn’t that be odd?” he inquired from the woman his brow raised in just the right was to allude a lightheartedness in his question as his low tone stay ominous and firm. All the while, he had brought his hand back into his coat, a slender gold case being revealed. He opened it taking out a fountain pen before taking out the black ink. 

He unfolded the parchment, and a soft sigh left his lips, almost matching hers, while a momentary upward glance looked to her met her eyes. “What if what goes on in my head isn’t worth reading?” he asked her another question, but he didn’t leave time for an answer. “If you left the city one day, I guess I would have to find you,” Donggil spoke the truest thing he’d ever said to her. The depths of that truth would dive deeper into him than she’d be allowed. She may never know, he thought as he dipped his pen in the jet colored liquid. Soon his pen was to paper.

Once he was finished, he capped his pen and handed her the calligraphed letter. He leaned back, but not in a slouch by any means, and stretched out his fingers. His eyes watched her.  

[98flynn-blog]

to » @boksoonie // in response to » [x]

Not deterred in the slightest by the crease between the woman's eyebrows, he turns towards her, head slightly lowered so his cheek would rest on his clenched fist, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. Trying with all his might to impersonate a wide-eyed baby deer, he gave her the most innocent look he could muster, as if he was being accused of something he would never even dare to do. ❝And, pray tell, what am I up to? Last time I checked, I was innocently sipping my 'totally-devoid-of-any-alcohol' drink, enjoying the company of a good friend.❞

He's lost for a few seconds as Boksoon lets out a string of unintelligible whispers, before noticing the incoming barmaid through his peripheral vision. He leans in closer to the woman, nodding every few seconds as if to agree with whatever point she was pretending to bring up. He released a sigh he didn't know he was holding in the first place after their empty shot glasses were removed from the table with practiced ease by the other woman, her movements so light and fluid he barely feels her hand brush against his arms as she lowers two shot glasses filled to the brim with transparent liquid. Nodding at her in thanks, he throws her a small smile as she moves towards another patron.

Letting out a snort at her nickname, he gently lifts the shot glass with his right hand, prepared to drown the bitter liquid in one go. He was unprepared for her to nudge her own drink against his, and thus let out a small yelp as a small amount of the alcoholic liquid wets the tips of his fingers. At her words, however, a sly smirk briefly crossed his face as he once more adopts the mock-innocent look he had a few moments ago. ❝I have never done anything illegal in my entire life❞, he says, tilting his head back to drown his drink, the irony of the situation amusing him greatly.

[yeolkeot]

( @boksoonie​ )

blame it on the drugs. no really. blame it on the fucking drugs.

in no other context would kihyun bare himself open so easily, in no other situation. friends, family, acquaintances, strangers alike ( his therapist is an exception ). he doesn’t hide his current shortcomings; he’s shameless when he admits his deeds. he’s the kid raising his hand when the principal asks who started the fight. he’s the one brandishing bruised knuckles and a bloody toothy grin. he thinks it’s a way of cleaning the slate in the present admitting to bad deeds as if they’ll cross atonement off the board. 

that’s not the case. he knows that’s not the case so why ask something like this out of the blue. it’s got to be the drugs. well the grass. he hasn’t had a good hit in a while and right now he’s feeling the best high of his fucking life. it’s why her words sort of slide across his ears, much like the wind on his back and the joint in his lips.

“everyone’s got potential to be bad, ‘s not big deal if you’ve done some bad shit.” it is a big deal, a real big deal. but there’s no one around to tell him that and he likes that. he likes that he could be surrounded by bad people, sick people, broken people and still smile. “ ‘s okay to be a little selfish. I’d rather karma not take so long if it’s gonna come.” he spreads his arms wide to the universe, drinking in false concepts and dreams. “if you’re gonna hit me karma then hit me!” presently kihyun thinks his karma is really good.

“if it were me? karma would definitely kick my ass and leave me out to air so it could do it again. does that make me a bad person? shit, maybe.”

[vigilandae]

SPIDER SENSES TINGLING...

     🕷 ⊰ there’s a girl that’s been outdoors since noon, which didn’t necessarily concern him, but considering that the moment dusk fell, she’d be in potential harm. besides, what would her reason be for avoiding the indoors? other than a fondness for nature, or simply cityscape? the sun was barely submerging into the horizon, which meant he still had approximately half an hour. or less, depending.

lunging down onto the sidewalk where she perched in a bench, he examined her a bit before noticing she wasn’t in a trance-- but just fallen asleep. that made the circumstances all the more treacherous. and somewhat unbelievable. how’d she manage to do that?

“hey-- hey hey,” cautiously, he drew closer to her as he’s waving his hand in front of her face. no response. he did it again. still, no response. now, he’s shaking her frame a bit, just enough to perhaps wake her, and not enough to seem threatening, “really? did you come outside just to sleep? come on, it’s going to be dark soon--” just as he attempted to pull away however, it seemed his fingers were stuck on her shirt-- almost like adhesive, “this-- this again? seriously? oh, boy.”

                                                                         ... @boksoonie IS NEARBY!

[daerein-blog]

{ @boksoonie 

        “What do we do what do we do what do we doooooooo she’s still crying------” Let it be known he’s not exactly helping the situation. No. Daewon pacing around franticly and going between making silly faces at the little girl and looking around is not helping. It’s mostly because the situation catches him off-guard. He’s no psychic but if someone had told him, trying to comfort a little girl who’d spilled honey filling all over herself by saying the bees would love her would freak her out. “I didn’t know she’d start crying I swear. Stop looking at me like that!” His faces only succeeded in making her cry harder and in a final moment of desperation he looks up at Boksoon, desperation clear just from his crouched position. It’s cold, a little girl is crying, people are staring and here he thought kids were the one enigma he could control.

[soseom-blog1]

╳ ┊a starter for @boksoonie! source + still accepting

“Is it hard being a florist when winter rolls around?” The boy questioned, as he handed over a bouquet of roses for the woman to ring up. It was a question that had been on Seokmin’s mind ever since he set foot into the shop. Winter was no season for flowers, right? So where did all the plants and greenery come from? “Do you keep a greenhouse or something? Is it hard to do that?”

[strkwoo-blog]

–STARTER FOR @boksoonie

“This fucking chicken is bigger than my head!” Hyunwoo exclaimed as he held up the thigh to the side of his face. “Is this the normal size of the food that comes or are we just gettin’ double ‘cause I’m cute?” He continued with a laugh and smiled from ear to ear. An eating Hyunwoo was a happy Hyunwoo.