#haminxneko

[a-sungjong-lust]

"Hey, thanks for the follow! My name's Ha Min, nice to meet you."

"Hey there. No problem. I'm trying to meet more people. I'm Sungjong." He bows politely, giving a small smile when he straightens.

[foreigners-in-seoul-moved-blog]

@haminxneko

Mariska gets very angry when tumblr decides to test her patience..

[foreigners-in-seoul-moved-blog]

@hamixneko

Seriously I sent you two messages. -huffs-

[sjvngz-blog]

He bows politely to the girl before introducing himself. "Hello miss, call me Ha Min. It's lovely to meet you."

She returned the action, dipping her head. “Nice to meet you, too, Hamin. I’m Soojung.”

[song-chxnho]

{A Misbegotten Cure}; Eliot+Hamin

Eliot glanced at the laminate card wedged between the thumb and forefinger of each of his hands, double checking the address stated before lifting one limb to tap on the polished wood by the shape of his knuckles. He remembered the night before when he wandered to a bar on his own- he was probably the only one in the entire place that ordered an orange juice "on the rocks". He didn't really know what that term meant, but apparently the bartender and half of the establishment nearly died from asphyxiation of laughter. Someone approached him while he was on his way out and handed him the card, stating that the indicated person could show him one hell of a time away from fruit juice and sitting alone.

It seemed sketchy to him at first, but this was a step further from sauntering back to his old life and admitting the much anticipated defeat that his mother and father expected. With a gentle sigh pooling over his shaped lips, he stuffed the card into his pocket and felt to make sure that the wad of cash was still there. He thought over what kind of service being an "escort" entailed, how ingenious it was and the puzzlement of why he hadn't heard of it before. Buying friends was embarrassing, but he knew that with the money shoved into his pocket, this person wouldn't leave room to judge- or so, he hoped.