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waaah, just wanted to share this picture here, because it made me smile like a fool. because it reminded me of an old ship from years ago and now these two have a picture together lmao

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GO MINSI The Frog, Episode 2

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CHOI WOO-SHIK as LEE TANG ⭕️

A KILLER PARADOX / 살인자ㅇ난감 (2024) dir. Lee Chang-hee

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TEN ⊹ BAMBOLA (2025)

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From a young age, Insu learned it was important to pick up on behaviors. Particularly, emotional ones. He needed to know how to predict the next move; a defense mechanism. Pay attention to the smallest of details. It was all thanks to his family, his father and brother, and the lifestyle he now did his best to leave in the past. So, the sudden change in Han-na's demeanor had Insu watching her more carefully. But not as a perceived threat. It was concern.

"You can't possibly think—" His brow was furrowed until he stopped himself short, expression softening. Honestly, Han-na had always been too good for him. He never understood what she saw in him and why they lasted as long as they did. Even if he couldn't live up to her standards or meet her expectations, however unrealistic they were, he knew she always meant well. She was the type of person that wore her heart on her sleeve with so much love to give. Constantly giving, and giving, and giving. "Han-na..."

Insu positioned himself on the bed to face her better, leaning back to grab a box of tissues from the nightstand, and offered them to her with a solemn expression. "You couldn't have known. There's always a chance of complications with surgeries. Even common ones, you've told me that. Hey—" He gently grabbed one of her hands, cupping it between his with a firm squeeze in the hope that his next words truly sank in: "It's not your fault."

han-na  copes  with  complex  emotions  by  immersing  herself  in  work.  she  often  takes  on  16-hour  shifts,  three  or  four  days  a  week.  whenever  someone  calls  off,  she's  the  first  to  be  called  and  always  answers,  even  when  her  limbs  ache  and  her  head  pounds  for  rest.  she  loves  her  job  and  excels  at  it.  her  patients  are  mostly  elderly  in  their  final  years  of  life.  han-na  is  often  the  last  nurse  they  see  before  they  pass  away  or  move  to  hospice  care.  she  is  attentive  and  kind,  even  when  patients  scream  for  something  as  simple  as  a  cup  of  water.  though  those  patients  aren't  her  favorite,  she  treats  them  all  the  same—that's  just  the  kind  of  person  she  is.

han-na's  expectations  for  herself  are  just  as  high  as  those  she  has  for  her  partners,  including  insu.  she  encourages  him  to  work  hard  but  also  demands  his  time  and  reassurance  at  perhaps  an  unattainable  rate.  her  insecurities  make  her  jealous  and  irrational  at  times.  she  wants  insu's  schedule  to  align  with  her  own,  even  though  she  knows  it's  unrealistic. 

being  apart  from  insu  makes  han-na  mourn  his  absence  more  than  anything.  she  overworks  herself,  and  the  nightmares  are  a  constant  reminder  of  her  guilt.  she  lost  one  of  her  favorite  patients,  yi-jun,  a  59-year-old  man  who  died  during  a  lung  transplant.  han-na  had  encouraged  him  to  undergo  the  surgery,  as  he  was  in  the  final  stages  of  lung  disease  with  only  a  few  months  left  to  live.  yi-jun  waited  years  for  a  donor  match,  and  when  he  finally  got  one,  he  initially  refused.  han-na  convinced  him  to  give  life  another  shot,  reassuring  him  that  everything  would  be  okay.  but  her  promise  was  empty.  though  his  family  appreciated  her  efforts,  han-na  felt  guilty.  she  believed  that  her  encouragement  had  cut  short  the  little  time  yi-jun  had  left  with  his  family.  this  guilt  haunted  her  and  disrupted  her  sleep.

as  han-na  pulls  her  knees  to  her  chest,  she  scoffs  at  insu's  first  comment,  rolling  her  eyes  playfully.  however,  her  demeanor  quickly  changes  to  one  of  dejection.  she  forces  her  breath  to  the  back  of  her  throat  to  keep  from  crying  and  turns  her  eyes  away.  "i  want  you  to  stay,"  she  says,  clearly  not  in  the  mood  to  argue.

"one  of  my  patients  died  during  surgery—a  surgery  i  encouraged  him  to  go  through.  if  i  hadn't  done  that,  he'd  still  be  here,"  she  confesses,  the  reality  of  the  situation  hitting  her  hard.  "i  really  thought  he  would  survive.  he  looked  so  afraid  before  he  was  wheeled  back,  it  was  like  he  knew  something  bad  was  going  to  happen.  i  can't  get  his  face  out  of  my  mind.  when  i  close  my  eyes,  i  see  him  in  pain,  and  it's  all  my  fault."  han-na  inhales  sharply,  bringing  her  hand  to  her  mouth  as  tears  stream  down  her  face. 

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He exhaled through his nose, perhaps louder than he intended to. He wasn't sure how to read this woman. Very matter-of-fact, straightforward. No rebuttal, no anger. The complete opposite of what Joonho was used to facing. And it honestly put him a bit outside his comfort zone.

Leaning onto his elbows, he remained quiet as his eyes followed her movement. And once the tablet was turned toward him, his jaw clenched. Was this a setup? Was she bluffing? No... Yunseo wouldn't have a reason to target him like this. Insu wasn't stupid though. But if he knew he was being followed, he would have contacted him. Right?

Fuck. Joonho really had been too careless lately, forever unaware that his actions always had consequences.

"In other words, I join your company, I can handle this matter myself. A win-win." His fingers were itching to pull his cell phone from his pocket and call Insu. Though, his brother would probably ignore him. "But why go through all the trouble?" Joonho needed to keep his composure. No matter how stoic he may have tried to remain, he knew he had noticeably tensed up. "You could have handled it without me even knowing in the first place. Almost feels like you're trying to help me."

While finding him had been easier than expected it didn't mean she would not have been capable otherwise. Hiding from her company was near impossible if not at least a tedious task that needed to be precise. Although finding him like this did not cloud her mind about his capabilities outside of hiding away from people he doesn't want to find him. "You wouldn't be." Anyone with an ounce of smugness to them would have matched his smirk or even provoking snark, yet Yunseo was more than clinical about her statement, a cold certainty to it that gave the statement more weight than any sarcasm ever could. Confidence was more than making a cheap show of oneself which many in her position liked to do. "Extraordinary in many ways, we have a customer satisfaction score of 99%. In a sense we share a business model, Park Joonho-ssi." Reaching for her bag she slipped an ipad across the table next, revealing with just one simple tap a silent security camera video of a masked figure following the man's brother. "Your carelessness has caught the attention of one of our targets, who led us to your bother. I assume a fact you are not yet aware of but would be soon enough. Undeniably something you would want to pursue which is why I am here." Firm fingers slid the ipad back over to her side of the table the same moment her other hand put out her cigarette. "Our customer is rather precise about their wishes regarding this target and if they were to be taken care of in any other way, that would reflect badly upon my company. Which is why I am proposing a deal."

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It was just Daeun's luck, getting stuck with an emotional drunk in the middle of the night. Crying over a breakup, of all things. Sighing to herself, she locked the door back and led Layla by the wrist to the sofa. "Better you ended up here than in an alleyway or something." Daeun was not the right person to properly deal with this. But she was thankful that Layla seemed to physically be okay. "Do you feel nauseated at all?" Daeun stepped out of the room long enough to retrieve a glass of water, offering it to Layla once she returned. "Pity parties aren't exactly fun. And I'm sure whatever happened... you know, fuck them."

Her world felt like it was spinning, almost as if she had just come off of a tilt-a-whirl ride at the fair. She managed to load herself into a taxi and give an address. It just so happened that it wasn't her address. When the door opened and she heard the question, it took her a moment to process it before shaking her head. Layla had no idea what time it was, or what day it was, to be fair. The alcohol had fully consumed her mind. "No, m'sorry," she slurred out, moving slowly into the apartment once she had been given silent permission. "I gave your address by mistake, driver left before I realized..." Layla trailed off, looking at Beam with an apologetic look. "I was throwing myself a pity party... I got royally dumped and embarrassed," she blabbed, the emotions getting the best of her whole her eyes teared up.

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where do y'all find musing posts? I am out of the loop and haven't done this in forever alsfkjlkjhg

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Given their history, maybe Insu should have left. But just because their relationship ended rather harshly, it didn't magically eradicate the feelings he had for Han-na. He still cared about her; he wasn't soulless.

"Hm... is this the part where I call you out on your bullshit?" Insu hesitated a moment but when Han-na sat up, he decided to take a seat on her bed, back propped up and legs stretched in front of him. He was all too familiar with restless nights and nightmares. It appeared Han-na had once again become plagued by them too.

"Still here." Insu reassured her with a small smile. "I can leave, if you prefer. I'm also still a fairly decent listener, if you want to talk about it."

exes  are  one  thing ;  complicated  exes  are  another—and  as  the  age-old saying  goes ,  exes  are  exes  for  a  reason .  perhaps  choi  han-na's  expectations  were  unobtainable ,  or  maybe  her  demanding  work  precluded  her  from  being  fully  emotionally  invested  in  anything .  even  having  a  day  off ,  or  three ,  scarcely  feels  like  a  reprieve .  transitioning  from  one  shift  to  dreading  the  next ,  worsened  by  the  escalating  crime  rate ;  she  can't  relax .  she  has  witnessed  everything��no  wonder  nightmares  disrupt  her  sleep .

she  had  nearly  forgotten  insu  was  there .  not  that  she  didn't  appreciate  his  presence ,  she  was  too  startled  to  focus  on  anything  other  than  her  rapid  heart  rate .  “ i'm  fine , ”  han-na  lies ,  sitting  up  in  her  bed  and  wiping  the  tears  from  her  cheeks .  “ i  thought  you  would've  left  by  now , ”  she  remarks .  their  relationship  hadn't  ended  well .

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open to: anyone. ( y/m has had trouble sleeping lately and Insu offered to stay the night; could simply be platonic, could be more. )

muse: Insu, 33 years old.

When Insu had offered to stay the night, he just assumed he would take the couch. Which was exactly where he resided until he could hear something coming from their room. He hesitated a moment before getting up and gently knocking on their door, slowly pushing it open. "You okay?"

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Choi Woosik in Jinny’s Kitchen Season 2, Episode 3 (서진이네 시즌2)

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Rather than immediately respond, Benz simply shot Moose a disapproving look before turning his attention back to the injury at hand. "I might be able to make it work without stitches, if you're worried about scarring. But you have to keep the area clean. And that means no more fights. — Hold this and keep pressure." He grabbed Moose's hand and replaced his own that was holding the bit of gauze over the wound, needing his hands free to prepare and properly sterilize. "Why do you even get into fights? What's the purpose?"

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"hey! i didn't start the fight . . . this time." but that didn't mean he didn't intend to finish it. and did just that. you should see the other guy. "stitches?" moose groans, tilts his head back briefly before looking at benz once more. "you really think so?"

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A firm reminder that he needed to be more cautious and switch up his routine a bit more; he had gotten careless. If she was able to track him down, there were surely others that were just as capable. Though, maybe not as efficient. Joonho leaned onto the table, eyes following the business card as it slid across. CEO of CLAW. A security company. He had to smirk, taking one last drag of his cigarette with a nod. "And if I continue to be in your way? Hm?" Of course, Joonho knew what the other option was. Which was all the more reason why he found this to be amusing, even when he shouldn't. "You're no ordinary security company. Why don't you fill me in on some of the details, Ms. Lim Yunseo."

"To a fault." If it weren't for habit it would have taken only a tad longer to find him. Either way it was good she had done so that night in order to gauge her possibilities regarding this matter rather quickly. Yunseo could be patient but anything that could be done immediately was never pushed off with her. "And I intent to keep it that way." Fingers slipped into her purse, a business card soon slid across the table to him. "Regardless of your impact on my business I do respect skill. Skills that are more than useful to my company. So unless you want to continue being in my way I welcome you as a hire." The other option on her mind was much less luxurious.

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"Nothing? That's your decision?" She kept her voice down but her tone conveyed something along the line of annoyance. Not that she had a better idea, nor could she truly judge him for his choice. Daeun just hoped he would suddenly have a plan. "Running will only draw more attention. Unless we're running into an alley and taking matters into our own hands out of the public eye. We could confront him." She could only assume this had something to do with the digging around she had done, trying to find, and eventually eradicating, anyone that had anything to do with the new drug that was hitting the streets. "Unless you pissed someone off?" Daeun glanced to Ju-an with a questioning look.

the logical thing would be to play dumb, to keep walking as if he hadn’t heard her — but instinct wins out before reason can catch up. hence yeo ju-an does the exact opposite by glancing around once, thentwice, before playing it off with a nonchalant (pathetic) attempt to appear natural. his parents have a habit of assigning bodyguards to tail him at times, convinced he might vanish into thin air if left unattended. but this? something feels different, more so with the look on daeun's face. "nothing," he starts, turning back to glance at her, voice level despite the furrow of his brows, "that's what i have in mind for now, at least. unless you feel like this is a run now, ask questions later kind of situation?"

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"I'm a, uh... needle in most people's sides. Some more intentional than others." Which would usually boil down to incessant poking and playful nagging, grinning ear to ear in a childlike manner until he could get the other to crack. Mingyu placed his hands on his knees, his grip tightening a little once the antiseptic touched the wound. "Monotonous?" Between the conversation, his racing thoughts, trying to focus on breathing through the nausea, and making sure he wasn't fidgeting anymore than usual, Mingyu was struggling. "You could get a pet. A dog. Then, you can go for walks and go to different parks. Uh... crochet. Video games. You can never go wrong with video games."

And yet, cross his heart and hope to die might come sooner than he thought. Whether it was at the hand of his opponents or her hands. Still she let Mingyu into her home and yet. Juliet sighed, "please, you know you were always a needle in my side." His smirk was very clear that even now he didn't stop. Jules focused her attention on the kit, drawing out a sanitation wipe. Maybe he'd be less appreciative once the antiseptic was on his cheek. The bouncing of his knee didn't escape her notice either. "Life is... boring." Well others wouldn't call what she normally did as boring but she had been so used to it now that it was. That and her cover job was also draining. "I think I need a new hobby or something."

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He gave a hum in response to her question, eyes flicking over to catch her glance. So, she was listening. "Okay." Joonho nodded. The execution part was what had him a little concerned though. He couldn't recall ever having watched her torture someone for information. It wasn't the easiest; especially when it was one of your own. "Word of advice? Don't hesitate. Do what needs to be done. Otherwise, people will walk all over you."

Joonho had gotten a little lost in thought, thinking back on his own experiences when he felt the pressure on his hand, snapping him back to reality. His gaze had immediately softened at the simple touch, looking to her then back to the road with a hint of a smirk. "Maybe not full-time but if you need me, yeah. I'll be there." There weren't many people he could say that to. Especially without any hesitation on his end.

"What, that you won't keep doing my dirty work for me?" Ari asked, glancing at him from where she sat in the front seat, concept almost foreign after years of being driven around and lounging in the back.

"I can do it myself. You can sit back and watch, if you want. I'll make the runaway squeak," she assured him, though sure Joonho's words held a deeper meaning. She grinned, and oddly, in full view of her confused guards cautiously watching, reached across the middle of the vehicle and gently pressed her pointer finger on the top of his hand that rested on the console. The touch was small, but it held a lot of emotional weight she didn't show everyone. "When the operation...becomes mine, I still hope you're there with it."

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Someone humor me: they can totally be brothers, right? Even though they look nothing alike flkalghlksejr they could technically be half-brothers 😭😂