#hcwlin404

[blcssomia]

             “  does  it  even  make  sense  that  you  come  here  ,  looking  for  me  after  so  long  ?  “  mia  asked,  one  tear  streaming  down  her  face  as  she  tried  to  glance  at  the  other.  her  heart  felt  like  it  was  squeezed  and  about  to  crush  into  million  pieces  as  her  past  ,  once  again  ,  reproached  her.  “  why  would  you  be  doing  this  to  me  ?  “ 

@hcwlin404​   +   starter  ft.  woojae

[mvxnn]

┊◗  a new beginning @hcwlin404​​ 

      ❛ Is there something on your mind ? ❜

[overzne]

      PEACH - GLOSSED  LIPS  POUTED  as  whitley  couldn’t  gain  their  attention  for  the  third  time  tonight.  she  understood  that  they  were  busy  but  tonight  was  supposed  to  be  specifically  for  them  to  spend  time  together.  with  her  releases  and  the  possibility  of  her  stories  being  made  into  a  cartoon  ,  the  time  for  her  to  wind  down  with  her  partner  was  strained.  ❛  come  on  ,  babe.  you  said  you’d  be  done  an  hour  ago  ,  ❜   she  whined.  she  stood  up  and  placed  her  small  hands  on  their  shoulders  ,  her  fingers  lightly  kneading  the  muscles.  ❛  can’t  you  just  take  a  tiny  break  ?  ❜

¨     ☼     ›   @hcwlin404​   was  given  a  closed  starter.

[elysiantouch]

@hcwlin404 !!

     “i come bearing an olive branch, if you’re willing to believe it.”

[sweetmarzipan]

@hcwlin404​​ liked ( this post ) for a starter from the new muses! for hyunsik & taeyang

this might be too much. 

hyunsik considers the door staring him in the face and then the little tuppaware dish in hand. they haven’t been friends too long ( how did they meet again? was it at the bookstore? he can’t quite recall— ) but taeyang has proved to be quite the pleasant companion and someone who respects the unspoken boundaries the professor has— something few people ever really pick up on.

he wants to thank the other somehow and after much consideration ( and perhaps a swift message to winona ) he’s decided on sweets. crepes, to be precise; his favorite dessert to come out of france. he’s got a modest stack at the ready, along with an unopened jar of nutella and a fresh little harvest of strawberries from his balcony garden. but still there’s a part of him that thinks the other will find his gift odd, unwelcome, even. 

but taeyang’s company has been pleasant, in their few meetups and conversations exchanged. the other is particularly knowledgeable about the arts and other such fields, something hyunsik envies greatly; it seems his only skill is in linguistics. alas, fretting for another day — he needs to get on with it. inhaling deeply, the young man steps forward and delivers a few short, precise knocks to the door in front of him.

[sugarberrysac]

🍒               ❛   are   you   sure   this   is   a   good   idea   ?   ❜   jupiter   frowns,   limbs   getting   ready   to   bolt   the   moment   this   all   goes   south.   call   him   selfish,   but   his   priority   is   saving   himself   from   the   hell   of   getting   caught.   ❛   out   of   all   the   stupid   things   i’ve   done,   ❜   he   sighs   out,   ❛   this   is   probably   the   worst.   ❜   //   @hcwlin404​   ♡   this   !

[nobilitylost]

@hcwlin404​| starter call | kyu & ? 

     Cold metal slid against his skin, the gun’s magazine slipped into the back pocket of black jeans. The one bullet that remained in the chamber was poured out into his hand, gun tucked casually into his waistband. Kyu was a lot of things, had done a lot of bad things, but he wasn’t a murderer.

At least not yet.

The words of his boss were still echoing in his ears. “Any means necessary,” he’d said, shooing Kyu out the door as if he was some unwanted visitor instead of a paid employee.  The implication that it was to be solved with a bullet was there, but since it hadn’t been explicitly stated…

“Hey.” His voice was deep, but soft spoken – an attempt to draw the attention of the man he was seeking. Why his boss wanted this particular person, he didn’t know; he’d only been told there was money involved, and it needed to be returned. “My name is San Kyu. My boss sent me. Can we talk? Trust me, you really want to hear what I have to say.”

[elysiantouch]

@hcwlin404 !!

     “why do so many of the customers gush over how i look ?” he knows why, ethereal in the way he holds himself, inhuman in the way he speaks about how the flowers tell him secrets, sublime in the way a dream melts into a nightmare. urion knows why and yet he still finds the room to complain to anyone who is willing to lend an ear, to anyone unfortunate to catch him right after a stranger has cooed over the pastel pink curls resting atop ahead, or the splash of glitter dotting sharp cheekbones ; lips purse into a pout and eyebrow knit in the center, attention turning towards the other with expectancy, as if the answer is so easy, so within reach.