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send 🍵 and my muse will reveal one of their biggest regrets
Sangcheol tries not to have regrets, believing that every decision, every bad or happy outcome, happens for a reason. Intricately woven into the strings of fate to give birth to the man that he is today. Yet, his greatest regret would be letting her go; his greatest regret that he didn’t fight back when he should have. That he didn’t kill the motherfucker sooner. But he would never let such words escape his lips, not sober not while intoxicated, and so he simply says: “letting love walk past me.” A bitter sweet smile adorns his lips as he finishes his drink. “of losing hope.”
send 💥 for the game they’d destroy everyone else at
“mmm, honestly any card game.” Sangcheol enjoyed playing cards, and was a quick learner when it came to games. Whether digital, board, or cards. “oh and dance dance revolution.” he chuckles. He had a strong core and good hand-eye coordination.
send 😵 for my muse to tell you something they hate
“lies” He states simply in a breathy whisper. Ironic given all the secrets that surround him. Given all the lies he’s breathed life to. And though it comes easily, Sangcheol never particularly enjoyed it. For him, lying was a means to an end. A form of protection; a way to grasps his dreams; an easier way of life. And it came easy because sometimes, he simply didn’t care. It was harder to explain to truth. To tell it. But if it’s one thing that he hates, Sangcheol hates being lied to without good reason. More importantly, he hates the disloyalty that lying breeds. Perhaps he’s just never been one to actually enjoy humans turning on their closest friends. On each other.
