#in feels))

[iambecomeyourvillain]

aphrodite is so shady wtf

no but the fact that percy looked at the goddess of love and beauty and saw aNnAbEtH's face I'm—

[emphcriqxs]

I'm listening to Ed Sheeran omg I'm in my feels😭😭😭😭❤

Girllll I'm missing someone who I haven't even met yet lmfao

Yk sometimes I wonder that kya acha Karam kiye hai mene jo tum mili🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 bhai koi iski shadi krva do

[bleepracha]

Send me cute matty things please and thank you!!!!

[aay-que]

[iyoonssaem-blog]

✜ (rolls this in ur direction)

[✜ ] my muse collapses in front of yours, all bloodied and bruised.

Seungyoon never thoughtthat working at the grilled meat restaurant could be this exhausting.He got a phone call from his mother earlier this week to help out hisuncle who ran a family restaurant. He was short on employees, and inneed of helpers as soon as possible. Helping a family never madeSeungyoon think twice before, but he somehow regretted it on thefirst two hours on the job. Seungyoon’s mother used to run arestaurant too, but it was too small to ask for extra helps duringthe weekend. She also never asked Seungyoon to do some chores, so hewasn’t sure how his presence would benefit his uncle’s restaurantin such busy weekend hour. He calculated it wrong. It was a hard andtiring labor work. He reeked of smokes too, and fats and alcohol (andalso the bad puke at the front of the store he had to clean up, wherethe slimy pieces of meat were still distinguishable). Somebodyneeds to chew their food properly, Seungyoon told himself as hescrubbed the sidewalk.

He had never seen thatmany people came at once in one place, that he had to move the tablefrom corner to another since the customers were coming in a largegroup of people. From his experience, there had never been a groupdinner after work once  Seungyoon started working at the kindergartenfor two weeks now, because the teachers were also mothers of theirown family, that Seungyoon mostly embraced his weekend in loneliness.He asked god to kill time, but he never expected to get suchemergency call, wiping off a drunken man’s puke on the sidewalk. Itwas Friday night, and Seungyoon promised to god he would never asksuch request again.

The way back to hisapartment was never smooth in addition, ever since Seungyoon paid forthe rooftop place at the top of the hill. The place was cheap, hadenough room for himself, a great view, an average working heater onthe cold days. The alley road was finely asphalted, but the slope wasanother challenge. It was a nice combo after a tiring day of work,with painful joints and stiff neck as the extra weights. There was nosign of his grunt  stopping when Seungyoon walked along, almostreached the top (but there’s also a spiral staircase; so he whinedagain). He wanted to take a long shower and a nice comfort food, andfalling asleep until Monday. He saw the stair and thought how thelong night finally ended in peace.

As if.

On the first step, heeyed a figure sitting down. Seungyoon was not sure who it was, andassumed probably just another drunken old man falling asleep beforehe headed home. He was about to ignore the stranger until the imageof them became clearer. It was a familiar lean figure he knew. Longhair dangling on their shoulders, being blown by the breeze at times.Her face was red and random bruises on her arms and legs. The clenchin his stomach told Seungyoon to speed up, because they were alarmingbad signals inside of him. He kneeled in front of her, calling out aname that usually gave him warmth, but that night it sent him aslight terror. “Haneul-ah?” he said, in a trembled voice. He heldup her head which was lolling over, and Seungyoon caught apparentblood on her features. “What happened—hey, hey!” Before hecould catch any consciousness from her, she was already falling intohis arms.

He cursed, reaching forhis phone to call the ambulance.