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[monseuteo-a]

sadiseuteu replied to your post

SANGWOO VC: I CAME OUT TO KILL PEOPLE AND HONESTLY I’M FEELING SO ATTACKED RN

taesoo vc: man up u gigantic man baby

[conqucror-blog]

              “Hey kid, mind grabbing me a drink? I’d like a barrel of wine for starters!” It was a pity he wasn’t kidding, his body had taken more than that during his wars on the persian empire. He stares down at the young man, certainly calling attention for his gigantic height.

@sadiseuteu 

[gongjubyung-blog]

sadiseuteu replied to your post: ic / ooc replies on hold !! new years celebrations...

ur ooc tag; sangwoo is the shit ; )

sangwoo is shit

ღ sᴀɴɢᴡᴏᴏ ɪs sʜɪᴛ ( ooc )

ღ sᴀɴɢᴡᴏᴏ ɪs sʜɪᴛ ( ooc )

ღ sᴀɴɢᴡᴏᴏ ɪs sʜɪᴛ ( ooc )

[revriie-a]

@sadiseuteu      i will not downgrade after HWO LONG I FINALLY MOVED UP TO--- hardwood floors. . . . that was a lotta work bruh

@affctueuse    is it truly better?? . . . .is it trully???????

[monseuteo-a]

response to: ✘ @sadiseuteu

        ɪᴛ’s ᴀ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ʜᴇ’s mulled over for the past few weeks which finally comes forth once every other speculation he's made leads to an insufficient conclusion--a dead end. Once upon a time, tranquil moments like these were a scarcity and calm that lasted longer than a couple fleeting hours was unheard of. Now it’s virtually embedded in the time they spend together, even their crass remarks have lost most of their venom.

        ᴀsᴛʀɪɴɢᴇɴᴛ ʜᴜᴇs ᴅᴜʟʟᴇᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ their usual piercing iciness, shift their focus off the quiet street to stare out into the vast night sky, dotted with the faded pale light of the stars above. Wispy clouds of smoke disperse from a passing breeze, filling the air and his lungs with the lingering taste of tobacco. A low huff passes through him, his warm breath creating a fog of its own as it meets the chilly late night air. Taesoo didn’t expect a definitive answer, the query meant to be taken rhetorically, to make a point. He’s not surprised to hear one fall from Sangwoo’s lips but rather perplexed by the audacious suggestion he proposes.

        ɪᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ’ᴠᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛᴇᴅ ᴀ snort from him had it been any other time, even if the word has been tossed around a fair handful of other times in the past. Truth be told Taesoo could never wrap his head around the concept and the weight it potentially carried, which was why it could leave his tongue with such ease. Until now. 

        ᴀ ᴄᴀʟʟᴏᴜsᴇᴅ ʜᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜᴇs for him, fingers slipping into the spaces between his own. It’s not unwelcomed, clearly so by how he returns it with a firm squeeze. Is that what this was? Taesoo couldn’t say for sure, it’s a foreign feeling of warmth inside him that puts his mind and chest at ease each time it surfaces; it’s not the same as the satisfaction felt from gaining the upper hand in a verbal dispute or taking the reigns in the occasions of physical intimacy ( or conflict ), or even in the casual dinners shared between him and his mother and older brother; it was more than that. Taesoo is too inept at reading others’ emotions, possibly even his own. Maybe it isn’t entirely wrong to call this love? His attention swivels to face Sangwoo, something close to guileless curiosity reflecting in his deep brown irises. He pries his gaze away in seconds, ❝ I guess. ❞ A bare minimum response unfitting to the raw words spoken to him, yet apparent reluctance was hinted in his tone despite his attempt at seeming dismissive. Let him in..? What’s he suppose to make of that? For once his sharp tongue is at a loss for what to say.

[monseuteo-a]

“ i could kill you still. “

song of achilles meme || accepting !!

        ᴛʜᴇ ғʟᴀᴍᴇ ᴏғ ʜɪs zippo tinges the end of his cigarette. Smoke wafted into the chilly, late night air. He caps his lighter with a ‘click.’ Perhaps he’s taking the situation too lightly; being the second son, and infamously known as the spoiled, cocksure brat of his family. He stood here, smoking his troubles away, appearing nonchalant before the heir to one of the most fearful families in Korea, barely a couple feet away. Power, insanity, and danger approached him, and his name is Oh Sangwoo. Yet he greets him with a smile. Surely Taesoo has something up his sleeve to be confident enough to find amusement after a threat like that? In actuality, no, he doesn’t. He genuinely found it funny.

          ❝ You won’t. ❞ His carefree tone contrasts his usual stoicism, ❝ You could slit my throat right now, drain my fortunes and take the reins of my newest project, but you won’t. ❞ Fingers pluck the cigarette from his lips as his sharp auburns met slate grey ones. Those who knew of Sangwoo and the rep he holds to his name would see Taesoo as crazy or stupid. Or a fusion of the two, to stare down murder and menace in the face, with little to no regard for the consequences. Essentially, he’s dangling his life before the jaws of a starving lion. But that goes to show how little of Taesoo the world truly knew; hiding beneath the surface with Sangwoo as the only man to capture a glimpse.

        ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀʟ ᴏғ ʜɪs lips fall into a neutral line on his charming features, standing tall and radiating refinement. He moseys past with their shoulders almost brushing - keeping his distance. Remaining unreachable. To tempt that hand he knew was itching to touch him. A swivel of his head over his shoulder, expression now unreadable besides the chilling edge in his gaze, ❝ No one’s here hyung, so let’s get our ties straightened. What’s with you being so pissy tonight? ❞