#wonsikko

[epigrvm]

continued with @wonsikko from . . . ;

                    《 ※ 》     AND HE SWEARS IN that moment he’s sober. Those last few glasses of whiskey on the rocks suddenly disappeared or was soaked up completely by his liver.  poor liver  . Dark optics narrow, studying his friend’s features for a moment, taking note of anything peculiar in the way his mouth may have formed or the way those orbs would shift. Yet, nothing that would signal to him of foul play or in this case, a lie. Did this conversation really take place ? Sangcheol was never the type to so carelessly utter of that ( particular ) talent of his. He’s managed to catch himself. Or it would be tucked away deep enough where the thought itself wouldn’t surface, even when the imagery is clear.  ❝  I made a joke about that ?   ❞ The inquiry is slow, careful. His voice is almost HUSHED, drowned out even more by the bar music and the side dialogue between the other patrons that frequent the bar.  

Now this can go in any direction. Either he can just laugh about it, slap his knee and pretend that the presumed joke was just a joke. Or take a full turn and being absolutely serious.  ❝  Dude, we were probably drunk off our asses to make that sort of joke. Probably didn’t know what I was saying half the time that night.  ❞  It was a partial truth, clearly he didn’t know what he was saying that night to the point where he’d blurt out something that significant. Seeing dead people. It’s a part of him that he wants to forget, but he can’t. Even when he closes his eyes and goes to sleep, he’ll wake up to it. An unending cycle of life and death happening before his eyes. And on top of that, actually seeing dead people. 

Nervously, slender fingers curl around the glass, it’s almost empty, but he take sit down like a shot despite that fact. ❝  You didn’t believe me, did you ?  ❞ he asks, the question oozing with curiosity.

[yuseongu-a]

               it’s been a slow day at work. all day daebak’s watched the big stories get handed out to his seniors, and he’s been dredging the bottom of the pile for something worth expending his energy on. public opinion pieces, page fillers, sappy stories about reunited siblings. nothing especially interesting, but he still has to turn something in by the end of the week. which is why he’s sat in a bar, nursing a glass of whiskey -- wasn’t it de vries that said something about writing drunk and editing sober? ❝ rough day too, huh? ❞ he sighs, vaguely aware of someone sitting a few seats away from him.

@wonsikko

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Send me an emoji if you want to !@wonsikko

THOUGHTS - 🎼 - I think you’re talented!

whatwhatwhat ?!?!?!? okay so like fun fact, whenever my mind is all jumbled and i have no muse to write anything i usually go onto other people’s blogs to read up on their threads right??? and you’re one of the first people i think of !! you’re writing really inspires me, leaves me in awe and i just wish more people acknowledged how wonderful you and your muses are ! the way you write is one of a kind and your own and i love your style and i could go on but the fact Y O U think I’M talented really is a huge compliment, and i appreciate you sending this in so much and im mushy and soft and i gotta stop but just seriously thank you k bye

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「 ♡ 」 ━ *┊ @wonsikko ( from here !! ) ft  wonsik   !!

                   if there was a    small    amount of humans she could stand that were also male  ;  the lad she had found in her new settings was     one   of them .  and old friend , one could say . taking the space that was offered , his words brought a laugh out from her .     ❛    well he isn’t here now and i am in the  need of attention of a friend .   ❜   how odd that was to come out of the elder , but if there was one thing about the she-beast ,  she was hardly a liar in the presence of those  she trusted .    ironically    ,  that was what her job line only did   -----    lie and lie through her teeth but with centuries behind her art  and  established connections .  that habit was easy to turn off for the nephilim .      ❛    as much as i enjoy my husband ,  a friend is a good dosage i need every now in then and it so happens i am in the need of one that has your taste of humor .     ❜  not bothering to look up , she notes of the hand that comes from in front of her placing down the same kind of poison the younger was drinking .    noding with a soft approval , lethal fingers wrap around the cold glass , stirring up the alcohol within before taking a long needed swig from the golden brown liquor .  it was just what the doctor ordered after the day she had .  

❛    its been a while since i last saw you , sik .  what kind of trouble have you been causing now in days ?  ❜

[tearedrops]

starter for: @wonsikko, continued on from: x, mija + kenton.

               she can only hope her grandparents don’t have internet access at this particular time . it’d wound her to know that they’d seen her jollying about in seoul for her university studies with her socks in a handsome strangers mouth & her tongue somewhere she’d never imagined having to put it . she’s never had her tongue , or any port of her for that matter , so close to someones genitalia before … it’d been both empowering & terrifying , to say the least . but who would’ve known that a guys belly button could taste like seaweed ?? she didn’t , but she does now . maybe the whole you learn something new everyday thing was real .                but one thing she wasn’t sure she wanted to learn about was public nudity . she’s shy , & she’s thankful for the fact that liquid luck had been on her side thus far , but her fumes are running low & she’s in desperate need of a top up , or a blanket to cover her pink & white polkadot bra & her matching bed shorts .                ‘  isn’t it a little too late to tap out ?? i’ve had my tongue inside your belly button !!  ‘     though that’s suuuuuuper different to this . cheeks begin to pinken , teeth chewing nervously against the insides of them as she tries not to focus on the half - naked guy by her side & instead on the objective of the game : to win .     ‘  will you at least hold my hand ?? that way if my boss sees this & fires me over this arrest worthy thing then i can at least say i got to hold a kinda famous cute guys hand .  ‘     she sticks her hand out towards him then , her other hand lifting to arrange blonde tresses in a way so that they covered at least fifty percent of her cleavage .     ‘ do you think we’ll be friends after this ??     ‘  she doesn’t have many of them around here .

[spoiledsovls]

@wonsikko.

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she hated to admit it, but it was such a pretty sight to see. would she ever say it out loud, though? probably not. so she just admired in silence as he gets down on his knees to take a swig. what was this, some kind of guilty pleasure? to influence people to make bad decisions with her?

she shakes the thought away before laughing, shrugging her shoulders at his question. “i think if i were t’kill ya, i wouldn’t tell ya s’called the element of surprise plus, i don’t plan on killin’ ya anytime soon. trust me.” she winks at him as the joke falls through, taking the vodka bottle out of his hands and then downing some before placing it back on the counter. a loud ‘ahh’ slips out of her lips, wiping her mouth before she feels her cheeks heat up due to the alcohol that’s running through her system her real reason that she drinks is to forget-- like most people. the reason she’d give him was to just “fuck around.” in her tipsy state, she squishes his cheeks slightly before giggling. “why do ya come along when y’know what’s gonna happen by the end of the night?” it would be the two of them next to each other with his leg over her’s, sleeping soundly until the sun came out to play.

there’s a hiccup that escapes hyejung’s lips, shaking her head. she knew that it was a joke, but for him to dive that deep in to her life-- let’s save that for another night. “obviously not here.” she snorts, now punching him gently in the arm. “what ‘bout you, ‘eh?”

[heiyong]

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@wonsikko : ask meme

💘: how does my muse act/react when they first realize that they had a crush on somebody? ↳ She’s so damn obvious! She’ll get extremely shy around them (she would even, quite literally, run away from them), She’s extremely hesitant and will actually try everything in her power to make their feelings go away before it grows into something bigger.

💙: how would my muse handle seeing their object of affection falling in love with someone else? 

↳ She has experienced one sided love before, and it made her mental state decline a bit, but she only gave them love and support for the sake of their happiness. She actually stayed friends with them (even though it was extremely hard for her) but refused to be touched by them, or talked to in a way that could sway her. She stays reserved if this happens, and tends to give them space regardless of how much she wants to talk to them.

💚: how does my muse feel about love? about falling in love? about being in love? 

↳ Eunyoon was in love once, and started to fall in love another time and they both failed miserably, so she doesn’t have a very good in sight on what it is, or what it’s supposed to feel like (in a healthy way) Love in general for her growing up was distorted in the, “I hurt you because I love you” kind of way. She thinks falling in love is great, but it is just a feeling and it will eventually die and cause pain. 

[melanclia]

@wonsikko | ( ... )

for some reason, it is she who holds her breath.

at least until his pulse returns to normal—whatever that means. truthfully, there wasn’t much of a science to it when her only tools were the pads of her fingers and a ticking watch. the little test was doomed to dissolve into something akin to a guessing game with borrowed insight that relies predominantly on observation. maybe it was just beginner’s luck that synced up the anomaly with his answer. ( maybe it’s the way his pulse still hasn’t calmed down yet. ) then again, he seems to be on edge regardless; so prickly for no reason at all.

her gaze rises only to find his locked on where her attention was until a second ago, a confused frown playing on her lips. she’s not that good of an observer either, evidently. narrowed eyes conclude nothing yet they linger anway.

nahui elects to abandon the wait, eyes returning to her watch. tick, tick(thump.), tick, tick(thump), tick, tick(thump.), tick. impatience gets your heart racing too, doesn’t it? her eyes flicker upwards to watch him once more but her senses reach far beyond face value.

and she knows it’s rude to peer into a friend’s thoughts like this, but most things she lets fade into the background like white noise anyway. she takes what she needs, and bails right after.

( true or false? )

“ then tell me: were you lying before? ”