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The question has Sin chuckling quietly. While it’s not a stage name per se, it’s still very close to one. But it’s not as if it’d be a good name. No one would want to call him God because that just sounds… egotistical. Even if the name was pulled because HOME considered him to be the God of His Own Story. And he just thought the name Sin fit him better than his real name. It was so far from it that he didn’t have to worry about someone calling him something close to it. Could forget that he was a runaway from an abusive past for a little while.

So with an amused smile, he shakes his head. “Unfortunately my life isn’t that interesting.” He glances at the direction the other is pointing in and nods his head, he slowly starts making his way towards the direction, hoping the stranger– Daniel? – will follow along. It’s kind of embarrassing how he stumbles along, his legs feeling shaky still and weak since he’s not use to running like that; and because his balance is still thrown off. Not to mention, there’s also the pain in his knees, but he tries to hide that.– Even despite the other male commenting on it. Dang.

A frown still pulls at his lips; Sin isn’t good at foreign names and it’s obvious that the other’s name is foreign. “Can I call you Niel?” He asks, after a moment of hesitation. He doesn’t know anyone else by that name, doesn’t know it’s the other male’s stage name. Simply wants to use that because it seems the easiest to say; less syllables to stumble over, too.

Honestly, even if he had gotten hurt, it’s not like Daniel is the type to hold it against someone, especially not a stranger, especially not someone who looks quite a few years younger than him. Besides, it’s obvious that he’s sorry for it, apologetic, and that’s more than enough to make any annoyance over being knocked off his feet blow away like the insignificant triviality that it is.

He almost wants to laugh, because it seems like they’re both the type to push aside concern; it isn’t that he doesn’t believe the other either, but there’s still the echo of an image of his face scrunched up in obvious pain, so he can’t help but remain worried. Had they been friends, he probably would have pushed the matter verbally, but it isn’t really his business to do so with someone that he doesn’t know.

Though… Then he goes and introduces himself, and he fumbles with his ability to answer in his surprise. “’Sin’..? Is that some sort of stage name, huh?” It’s a joke, a somewhat ironic one considering Daniel’s career as well as mostly a private wisecrack because he’s almost positive that the younger kid doesn’t know who he is in the slightest. “A drink sounds great. There’s a convenience store right at the corner up ahead, so it’s not that far.” And he lifts a hand to point down the alleyway.

“Daniel. I’m Daniel,” he adds after a beat, as if he’d completely forgotten to introduce himself, and… Huh. It’s still weird to introduce himself in such a way rather than by his association with his musical group. Still, the smile on his lips is sincere, friendly, and he nods in the direction he’d previously pointed at. “Let’s get a drink and check on your knees where we have better lighting.” That’s right, he’s not quite letting it go yet.

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Niel for The Star

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Isolation is a way to know ourselves.

Franz Kafka

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I adore you, from your smiles to your soul.

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At least she’s proud of her achievement. That alone has Sin feeling proud of her. Honestly if he was someone who hires people to work for him, he’d take that type of honesty over the fake same-old-same-old that’s been recited a hundred times before. But maybe that’s why he, himself, only manged to get a mediocre job that pays too little and is under an abusive boss. 

He nods his head with a small grin, taking to heart her advice. “I’ll make sure to remember that in case I ever need it; I doubt I have the guts to go out and say that anyways... Ah, but! At least you gave it your best shot.” He says to encourage her. 

“yep! i guess it’s safe to say that i won’t be employee of the month, huh?” she couldn’t help but laugh at the situation herself. she was never good at interviews and things of that nature, so when her boss asked everyone at her job to answer a few questions so that the title of ‘employee of the month’ could be given away, her immediate instinct was to use her sense of humor in order to gain the spot. unfortunately, she wasn’t given the title, but she was able to make a few of her co-workers laugh, so it was ultimately worth it. 

“if you ever find yourself in a similar situation– i highly suggest you take it seriously, no matter what your gut tells you! being ‘employee of the month’ may seem cheesy, but it does look great on resumes and shit like that.”

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When you love someone, you say their name different. Like it’s safe inside your mouth.

Jodi Picoult, Handle With Care

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If you’re mine, you’re only mine. I don’t share.

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      ❝The definition of success to me is not necessarily a price tag,              not fame, but having a good life, and being able to say I did                            the right thing at the end of the day.❞

                                                                   ✘✘✘✘

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Distracted. That’s exactly what he was when he packed his belongings and rushed out of the door without double checking. Previously he had gotten a text message from one of the kids at HOME, asking him to return home as soon as he is able to because Mommy was calling a meeting. It wasn’t urgent, nothing bad; but it still required everyone who was free to come back home. It seems that she to extend their family further or to work out next month’s schedule. And in his haste, he had completely forgotten to check to make sure everything was packed away safely. Just as the female calls out at him, Sin’s head also turns to the right to scan the streets to see how long it’ll take before he’s able to cross.

He completely misses the female’s call, eyes moving down to his phone to reread the text message instead.

STARTER for @sinism。

[ 🌸🍃 ] 一      Routinely, Maiya started her day off early. A small cup of coffee and a muffin as usual, that’s all she needed to help push her through the morning. She was out of school, so it wasn’t like she needed to head towards her university, but unlike her other free days she didn’t want to stay home so she decided whatever she saw and deemed interesting, she’ll go there. As she sat there in her regular seat at her regular cafe, her phone rested against her palm while her thumb moved swiftly against the screen; scrolling clicking swiping. It wasn’t until a figure passed her table that she was pulled from her concentration, where she lifted her eyes to notice a now empty seat a table across from her with a notebook preoccupying the tabletop. Her head turned, seeing that figure heading out the door. Was he leaving for a short moment and coming back? It sure looked like he’s heading towards another destination. He probably got distracted by something and completely forgot he had something with him. Maiya stood up, leaving her items on her table but her phone was slipped into her back pocket. Quickly she grabbed the notebook and hurried after him, on his right side as she called out. ❝ Wait! Hold on! ❞ 

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Sin looks up at her with wide eyes, like a deer in headlights, when he hears her voice. His heart races, already beating so heavily before he was caught but accelerating further when he is. There’s no way he can explain this or lie to her. Not when she saw him in the act. He didn’t mean to do it. It’s true that he works here and he gets paid and you’d think he would try not to act so suspiciously over a few bottles of juice. But his boss is a jerk, to say the least. And he’s not used to doing this kind of thing in the first place. Shouldn’t even be doing it now, Mommy taught them better than that. But he’s so thirsty, but he doesn’t have the money to buy anything, this month being harsher than the past few. And he doesn’t get paid for a few more days… He doesn’t know what else to do, as his eyes sting with un-shed tears.

“P-please! Don’t– don’t tell anyone, I– I’m not stealing, I work here! I already paid for it earlier,” and even if that’s not the complete truth, he basically did for how many times his boss took it out of his paycheck claiming he did so in the past.

@sinism!

“You’ve got to be kidding me– what are you doing?”

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Sin isn’t usually one to ask people he knows to meet with him when it’s later in the day, figures they’re all too tired from work or school to want to. He did for this particular instance. Slowly, he leads Jackson away and in to the darker areas of Seoul. It’s not like he means for this to become a horror story or a murder mystery of tomorrow. But this just happens to be the only path he’s found that’ll lead  him to where he wants to go without getting lost on the way. “Ah-- I know it’s a bit... creepy... but I promise I’m not leading you to a murder house or anything!”

JUNGHO HIT YOUR BOY UP

“So why are we here?” There’s a faint chill in the air as he followed the younger male around after meeting up with him after his shift. Jungho had texted, claiming to have something interesting to show him and Jackson being the curious person he was, agreed with no hesitation. The main thing that caught his attention was the part of town he had been taken to. Streets dimly lit with little to no people walking the streets had him a bit unnerved. “Uh, where are we?” ( @sinism )

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