#r.eplies

[hhanseung]

@resuescitate​:

"good thing my ankles are trained for tiptoe-ing and leaping otherwise, i would be having a bigger problem..."

“Right, right—” he nods his head just because, acting as if he believes a word she spoke. “That explains that time you yanked my neck down to kiss me out of impatience, huh? Talking about not putting that training to good use.”

[hhanseung]

@resuescitate​ from here.

unlike most days wherein sueji would hurriedly pack her things and leave the moment schedules ended, she is found lingering in the nurse’s station, trying to look for a reason to make it appear like she’s still preoccupied when in fact, she’s actually waiting for someone. with a random patient’s chart in her hand, she pretends to read examine the doctor’s notes with her head nodding every now and then to seemingly look believable. yet it wasn’t long until a familiar voice catches her attention, causing her to peer through the chart only to be met with a pair of eyes that belonged to the person whom she had been waiting for. “i was actually expecting you with a bloodied nose, but i guess this cleaner and ‘healthier’ looking version of you would do just fine.” she laughs, setting the chart down, “i’m kidding, i’m kidding. hope you don’t mind hanging out with me in a uniform though.”

“What do you mean cleaner? I didn’t even shower today.” he jokes, of course he did, even more so, if anyone pays enough attention, they could actually catch a scent of the aftershave he managed to apply earlier before he went to the hospital. As much as he hates to admit it, Seunghyun does care about his appearance, especially during special occasions.

“Well,” he pulls down the zipper of his worn-out leather jacket and tugged the lining aside, enough to reveal the small logo of his rescue unit embroidered on the chest part of his grey T-shirt, “I guess we are both going to hang out in our uniform after all.” smiling, he slips his hands inside his jeans’ pockets out of habit after. “So, where are we going?”

[hhanseung]

@yeozus​ from here.

“Natural--” he sighed in disbelief. “You ate the whole box of cereal-- the only cereal left in my drawer you little sh--” cut short as realization hit him, he furrowed his brows as he tried to recall their last encounter. The two friends had spent a fuzzy night downtown and ended up almost passing out. Good thing that Seunghyun was sober enough to be the adult and call for a cab and drove Hunter back to his apartment in Busan and let him stay for a night. It was indeed an exaggeration to grit one’s teeth over some random cereal, but knowing Seunghyun hated grocery shopping so much (and how he didn’t have that much money on his account that month) this suddenly turned into a big deal for him. Not to mention he was still hungover so every little thing could easily tick him off.

“Shit-- that was you too?! I asked you about it that night you said it was my fucking dog!” he snapped, lashing out his irrational anger by rubbing his face in distress. “You lying son of a bitch--” inarticulately, he grunted the words behind his palms, his voice muffled, “Why the fuck are we friends-- why the fucking hell do I have to deal and put up with your nonsense again--”

[hhanseung]

@imyovna from here.

Agreeing to a horror movie marathon didn’t only seem like a dumb idea beforehand, it also turned out to be a horrible one whilst Yoona was at it. She should have just straight out told Seunghyun that she was terrified of anything close to horror and couldn’t bear watching such movies at all, and they would have surely settled for something else.

But now there she was, clinging to Seunghyun and hiding her face in his shoulder most of the time. At least her whimpers were covered up by the loud screams of the victims, yet that could not hide her death grip on his shoulder. Yoona definitely felt embarrassed when he spoke up, and, albeit reluctantly, decided to let go of him and curl up on the other side of the couch instead.

“Sorry. I might have forgotten to mention that I am absolutely terrified of anything and thus am terribly bother some to watch a horror movie with. I’ll try my best to stay composed for the remaining minutes. I mean, it’ll hopefully be over soon, right??? Right????????”

Being a close cousin of Choi Sooyoung, one of the members of the nation’s best girl group had its own perks. Not once or twice that he had met famous idols, actresses, and actors because of his cousin, had backstage passes to his favorite bands, or just simply known as her cousin. It opened so many doors for him. And he was not complaining, clearly. Thanks to Sooyoung he now had amazing friends in Seoul. Yoona, for example. They’d became close nowadays since he had been spending his time there during winter to see his friends.

“What do you mean over soon? It’s only been 20 minutes-- see, no one’s even dead yet.” he pointed his curled hand (filled with popcorn) to the TV, his mouth was busy munching. “Seriously, you’ve performed in front of billion of people in heels. That’s scarier than horror movies!" he then grabbed the remote to pause the movie. "Come on, I'm not gonna watch it if you keep on hiding behind my back."

[hhanseung]

@avenesce from here.

“i’ve never thought about that…” her only fear is the unknown, which is a very vast topic because most things out in this world are unknown. she couldn’t dare to just sit and think about what will happen the next day, in a week, a month or a year. she couldn’t even think about all the unknown creatures who have never been found yet, either in the ocean, on land and maybe even in outer space. she could see that he was truly bothered by the statement he had made. she didn’t know how to cheer him up, heck, back when she took care of her parents she didn’t know how to cheer them up either, all she did was make sure they had everything that they needed. she wanted to know how it made him feel, thinking about something like that, but she knew she would be crossing the line, just as if someone asked her the same questions about her fears. “maybe we should change the subject, yeah?” she offered him, just to be sure he wasn’t stuck in his thoughts like she would be if she was in his position.

For so long Seunghyun thinks that had made peace with death. Especially knowing what he does for a living, to him death is just an old friend that might come by and visit him anytime he wants. However, being in the verge of it, experiencing it for the very first time a week ago robbed everything he believed in. He always thinks that it would be just him quietly walking down a bright highway until he reaches the upstairs, but it was completely the opposite. There was nothing but a complete horror and agony. He can still remember how fast his heart beat, how suffocating the air felt, and how utterly scared he was. It was like falling down a pitch-black bottomless hell hole with no one there to help you or hear you scream. “Yeah, sometimes we never thought about something until it really happened.” he softly replies, rubbing his face to shake off the frightening thoughts. “But hey, thinking about it gives your life meaning. It just drives you to live your life to the fullest before it’s too late.” he carries on with a smile then sighs. “You’re right. This is depressing to talk about isn’t it?” a soft chuckle escapes his mouth. “Sorry, though. I didn’t mean to drag you down with me there.”

[hhanseung]

@ponyprk​ from here.

“Dance?” The thought of it made her slightly nervous. Dancing was not one of her strengths. It would be embarrassing for her and possibly painful for the other. She flashed a shy grin towards him. “I… might end up trampling your feet though. Do you have insurance for them?”

“Insurance for my feet? Really?” he softly laughed behind his fist. “Who do you think am I? Some royalty?” he joked, offering the woman his hand as his way of asking her for a dance, the other hand shoved deep inside his pants’ pocket. “I’ll lead, don’t worry. We’ll be fine. Unless you’re coming to this party with a date--?”

[hhanseung]

@kaikarie​ from here.

☾ — “He was going to hit you, of course I had to fight him, that punk.” She whined shortly and looked at the male in front of her, a short pout grew on her lips as she had to look up to face him directly. “Here I was defending you and now you’re making me feel small. Tsk..” A tint of arrogance hit her tone. She turned away and crossed her arms above her chest. She was now rather upset she had tried to protect him, in fact why had she in the first place? He wasn’t lying, she was indeed shorter and way more fragile than him. “Next time I’ll let him beat you up, him or anyone else! Idiot.”

“What fight– you hit him with that small bundle of hand you called a fist. You scared him off only because he probably thinks you’re a crazy lady by now.” he said, followed by a hint of laughter since it was obvious that he was humored by her action rather than thankful. Although he had to admit that what his friend did was quite brave, he couldn’t outlook the possibility that it too could be dangerous. “You know you shouldn’t have done that, right?” he slipped his hands inside his jeans pocket, ignoring the fact that he was talking to the back of her head. “What if he’s way of an asshole than he already is and hits you back?”

[hhanseung]

@theseelenine​ from here.

Seeking a partner’s assistance is usually the last extreme course of action he resorts to. But someone’s demeanour has been bugging him for a while in the bookstore safely nestled in the bustle of shoppers in the mall that only raises more reason for concern. The unfamiliar male’s agitated movements between the bookshelves almost reminded him of himself and everything about the other’s peculiar jittery state sends alarm bells ringing through Jaebum’s mind. In any other circumstance, he would have directly confronted the man but the second he observes the other fiddling with a lighter, he knows he needs someone to avert the crisis. It’s just in his instinct to stay out of the spotlight in case a disaster escalates.

Almost immediately, he notices a trustworthy sturdy looking male scouring through the comic section. He wastes no time in approaching the other male nor does he beat around the bush, “do you have experience in martial arts? There is a suspicious looking guy in the crime fiction aisle. He looks like he’s about to have a mental breakdown.” a scenario he is only too familiar with. “I saw him holding a lighter too…doesn’t look good.” upon the inquiry of why he is informing the other male, he nonchalantly shrugs. “You look like the honest and dependable type. Confront him. My face usually sets off people but I’ll have your back if he goes berserk.”

Seunghyun’s amusement in reacting to the other’s request comes with the knowledge of how abrupt the situation has unfolded in front of him. Never once in his life had he experienced a stranger storming their way in and out of nowhere so inclined in knowing anything about his life, let alone his martial arts skill-- in which apparently only exists in his wildest dream anyway. He boxes, that he does. Still, it is nothing more than an unprofessional trade he takes to sew his life altogether, keeping him away from the possibility of living homeless on the street. But even if he does possesses such skill, is it the way to deal with mentally unstable people? He sure as hell doesn’t think so.

“Look, hey-- I’m flattered, I’ll take that as a compliment.”  he conveys whilst putting the comic he was reading back where it belongs. “But I’m not sure if confronting him is the way to solve this-- at least not in your way since you asked about my martial arts’ skill.” so he thinks. He’s dealt with situation like this so many times throughout his career as a fireman, and he can place a safe bet that violence is never the right answer. “We need to talk to him first, get him off the thoughts that make him feel they way he’s feeling now. But if the scenario goes the way you think it’ll go, then and only then, we can use some force to calm him down.” he continues to talk without minding the stranger beside him as he’s too preoccupied with observing the agitated male and everything around him. They’re standing in a bookstore filled with nothing but flammable materials. One wrong move, they could’ve easily set the whole place on fire. “I hope you have some Dr. Phil in you, pal. Come on, let’s go talk to him.” with a light pat on the other’s shoulder, he leads their way towards the said person - not even bothering to wait for the stranger and confidently heads out first.