uckns angel and duck his friend s they just don't know wha they're talking about

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uckns angel and duck his friend s they just don't know wha they're talking about
is weird that like...
Lysandre is pronounced like... lee-san-dre (but like... the dre part makes like a sh.. shdre ish thingie help im too french i hope that makes sense to others...)
but
then like his nickname ly... is like, not pronounced like lee, despite pronouncing the beginning of his full name like lee, its pronounced like lie
yeah...
i dont know just rEF FOR HIS NAME cause i know people have been confused and some probably still are
【 ♣ know your name ♦ 】
A common misconception naive people had, in Junhyung's opinion, is that it was the drugs that were addicting and, in the most technical sense, they were. That much is obvious, what with the chemical reactions and the inevitable high one strives for but it's not the most addicting aspect of eventually committing one's self to an opiate or opiates, it was the destruction. Destruction of one's reality, changing it with one's will and the imbalance that accompanied an intoxicated state. The Dragon had taken it a step further in his past, with the destruction of his old self. Yong Jaesoon was, in all definitions, a complete tool. An epitome of the cultural definition and its literal.
Pathetic with his constant attempts to appease his parents concerns for his future and forgetting to enjoy the present. No, the core of who he was now was to capture the moment as it was, to make it his own, and to take the experience to another plane of ecstasy so when he heard his previous title through the busy crowd of people awaiting the next race, it was a sudden crash. His vision remained hazy but his mind was alert. Who the fuck dared to even murmur that name?
Dilated pupils rimmed with a red as vibrant as the taillights of the vehicles departing as the challenge of ranks began scanned those around him critically. Had it been one of the older clubs thinking he was amusing in spurring such a reaction out of him or was there reason to believe a part of his past was rising to the surface? Either way, he would be sure to bury it as soon as he could, in whatever sense he had to. It wasn't as if his previous persona was the only tool in his arsenal, or so the person would come to learn.