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shiah:

"what the hell," is the first sentence that falls past her lips upon after meeting hyunsik at the entrance of her place, mahogany hues giving a once over of his outfit of choice, "that's the best you could do? we were told we could go all out and all you got is a basic ass suit and mask? what are you supposed to be anyway?" shiah questions with a hand on her hip. then again, comes to remember that men's fashion pales in comparison to women's, one of the reasons that vana gloria continues to only serve women as their target demographic. despite it all he does look good, always a fine specimen to be caught walking in together with, but it's not like she could actually tell him that to his face; they've known each other long enough that he could probably feel that sentiment underneath the rugged nature of her words anyway. leaving the door open for him to follow through, she moves into the dining area where shots are already prepared the taking. "wait," she starts, pausing before turning in his direction again, a manicured finger pointing at the small package within his hand, "that's not what i think it is, right. is that for me?"

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perhaps hyunsik is hardly as bad as they say. dissect him down to his bare bones and you’ll find that he’s just like every other kid trying to make his parents proud. it’s why he’s here, corsage of red roses in hand because he’s dressed to the nines for some no-name club, so his parents still think he’s seventeen again asking some girl out to a high school ball. and who better than kang shiah, the first girl he’s technically brought home and therefore, the daughter-in-law of their dreams? it’s an odd pick on their part, he admits. after all, she’s dressed as the devil himself. “i’m you,” he deadpans. as in, the king of the underworld. as in, ironic for someone who’s trying to convince the masses that he’s hardly as bad as they say, “…without the theatrics.” she moves and he thinks to hand her the corsage, feels his wrist flutter at the thought, and he realises then that he’s nervous. almost in a way that seems out of place for the type of friendship they share, until she points at the offending item and ah, he suddenly realises why. groans out the, “i need a drink,” as he marches past her, corsage still firmly in his grip. he downs the first shot he sees, reaches for the second one and he brings it close to his lips, almost as though he’s too busy drinking to explain the whats and whys of the gift. simply slides it to her along the table’s surface. “put it on,” he commands, skulls the second shot, “my mom wants picture evidence.”

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this is a story of boy meets girl. the way the script goes, they’ll meet at some quaint coffee shop at the corner of a block known for its character. somewhere between the fifteenth and fiftieth page of his book, he’ll glance up and she’ll catch his eye, all the way from her quiet corner, and he won’t realise he’s staring until they share coy smiles from across the room. they’ll learn to tell time by the space between the moments they share together, where soon is a forever away and an hour together adds up to sixty short seconds. and one day, when he can no longer bear it, he’ll put them both out of their misery by getting down on one knee. they’ll move into a house with a front yard and have two and a half kids, and they’ll set two rocking chairs by the porch for when they’re old and grey, just so they can sit by each other and say that they’ve made it.

this is a story of boy meets girl, except he’s not that boy, and she’s not that girl. because yeju is nothing like the sort to sit in quiet corners of a coffee shop, and hyunsik’s hardly the sort to read. instead, theirs is a story of boy meets girl; as in girl, whose house he leaves at dawn wearing last night’s clothes, before he makes his trek to the coffee shop. as in girl, who he’s busy fucking while his high school girlfriend is waiting for his text. as in girl, who he bumps into at a masquerade party when he’s dressed as the devil and she, the siren whose song lures sailors to his very doorstep.

( and yet. there’s something about the way he’s staring. vestiges of a pocket of space existing just outside their own. hidden on the third floor of the apartment across the block: two rocking chairs. )

but he’s not that boy, so he snaps out of it before the cue for the coy smiles. realises he’s been staring at her long enough that he can’t just walk away, so instead, a “hi…” a, “do i—” know her? the memory of her is a man balanced precariously on the edge of the cliff he calls his tongue, narrowly and fruitlessly avoiding the plunge before he’s suddenly pushed. and here it comes, rushing. like the image of her on top of him, moonlight dancing along her naked collarbone. like one of gossip girl’s posts that he’d scrolled past, barely registering in his mind as he’s busy looking for more of his. like rumours of a child.

“yeju.” it falls past his lips like a breath. and perhaps it’s what he needs to regain his composure, manifesting as the polite smile he quickly dons, “it’s been… forever.”

WHITE PICKET FENCE / @sourscene

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there is much ado about the devil’s hour. why, one could argue that it is much too late and thus, far too ineffective, given that all the saints are fast asleep. who is left to terrorise, then? but suppose the devil works in the most inopportune times, prowling about for strays and sleepwalkers alike. after all, is it not easier to devour a sheep that is lost, than a sheep that is safeguarded amongst the flock? it is in this way that he circles, capitalises on the minutes of chaos between the cake-cutting and unmasking, three beats after she sheds the boy beside her just for good luck. one, two, three—and he approaches from behind her like a shadow, wraps his arms around her waist slowly, then all at once. here is how he stands: palm splayed over her midriff as he pulls her intimately closer, and from his lips, a gentle, “happy birthday, aera.”

DANCE WITH THE DEVIL / @acridcandy

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   — Leonard Cohen, Selected Poems

[text ID: I confess I meant to grow/ wings and lose my mind/ I confess that I've/ forgotten what for/ Why wings and a lost mind]

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seryung:

( ... ) seryung takes the bowl sitting across the table and settles beside hyunsik, instead. she sits on the dining chair, facing sideways, and crosses one leg over the other. tugging at his wrist gently before picking up the spoon and starting to eat. "mmh," she hums, majorly pleased and slightly surprised. "i didn't know you cook," she says, laughing lightly. like she knows anything about him, like she wants to know everything about him. she busies herself with a few more spoonfuls, suddenly realizing she hasn't eaten anything in two days. seryung looks back at him. she swings her ankle slightly, tapping the back of his leg playfully. hopeful, "did you have fun last night?"

there is a word for people like her. the kinds of people to leave a trail of flowers blooming in the indents of the footsteps she leaves in the sand. careless, perhaps. naïve to the point of being offensively ignorant. hyunsik calls it power. indeed, from the airy chuckle she lets out, to the way her fingers graze his arm. he thinks it must be so easy to get lost in her. it’s so easy that he does. now, he’s escaped to a lush field of lilies, sandalwood, and strawberry bushes, yet all he cares to look at is her. smiling from the way she’s touching him and the way she’s laughing, till he notices his cheeks starting to hurt.

“there’s a lot you don’t know about me,” he quips, inflection hopeful, “and a lot i don’t know about you.” like he wants to know everything about her. a careful, “but what i do know is you seemed to have a lot of fun last night, and i had a lot of fun watching you.” and it’s not enough that she’s enjoying the broth he’s made. ever the perfectionist, he doesn’t let himself settle until he tastes it for himself. gives it an approving nod only when it’s deserved, and only then does he drop his shoulders and lean back into his seat.

“but why don’t we trade?” she’s got her ankle pressing against the back of his leg and he pulls it onto his lap, presses his thumb against the ball of her foot and works his way to the arch. “you know i cook,” he offers, looks to his lap if only to hide his gaze from hers momentarily and he offers a playful shrug, “not a lot, but i know how to cook this soup really well, which is handy for when you’re trying to impress a girl from last night.” he accompanies his confession with a light chuckle, brings his gaze back to hers and his curiosity is a flicker between his brows, “what about you, seryung? tell me something i don’t know about you.”

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there is much to be said about a man in a mask. how the mask hides the intentions prowling beneath, that which maketh the man. or how the mask can sometimes be a catalyst to bring those intentions forth. there are two sides to every coin: angel of light, devil in disguise. he wonders which side the coin will land on today. “you shouldn’t be out here alone,” the warning comes from the dark behind her as he slithers out onto the dimly lit balcony on which she’s perched. somehow, they always end up here, him and jinah. there is a party behind them filled with everyone you could dream of to the point of capacity, and yet, there is no one here but them. he’s got a finger of freshly poured whiskey in his glass, and he nurses it against his side. “you never know, the kinds of creatures lurking about…” taps her chin, and ah— here the coin lands: on that devilish smile, “desperate for a bite.”

NOW YOU SEE ME / @magdvlene

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there was a plan. he’s stuck in a room of concrete walls and barred doors, and he’s got a spoon in his hand. he’d plucked it from the dining table on his lunch break, smuggled it into the broken seam of his trousers, and now, all that’s left to do is dig. see, that’s the thing about people like him: it always has to be a fucking effort to get to where he ought to be. he wasn’t born with the sort of privilege that saw to him being so preciously cocooned in shears of cream wool, feathered kisses on his forehead and a large pay-off to send harm on its merry way. no, kwon hyunsik doesn’t get offered a silver spoon, much less a spoon, and even still, he has to dig.

fine, then. he digs. he digs, and digs, and digs, until— “you’re up.”

im seryung. bright and early in the morning yet she roams as a ghost in last night’s dress, and suddenly, he realises why gossip girl, along with all of seoul, are so obsessed with her. she brings the light, and in this way, he reminds himself that there is still a plan.

“don’t worry, i haven’t kidnapped or done anything to you,” his tone is casual and he greets her with a teasing smile he supposes is meant to reassure her, “door’s that way if you have somewhere else you need to be.” a beat. “but uh…” he turns away from her and back to the stove, brings that spoon now to his lips to taste and when he’s happy, he turns the fire off and scoops the broth he’s made into smaller bowls. just as some girl had done for him a couple years back. “if you’re interested,” there is a cloth hung on his right shoulder that he wipes his hands with, tosses it onto the kitchen island and he carries and sets the bowls across each other on the dining table, “i made some hangover soup and i was hoping you’d stay.”

he crosses his arms atop the backrest of his chair and there is a sigh to follow, one to betray that he’s spent all morning making sure he’d gotten the recipe just right. as if to say that he’d done all of this for her. ( all to indicate that he’d dug all through the night, as he’d done every other night, and finally there’s an opening, and on the other side of that opening is unmistakeably and irrevocably im seryung. ) “for the soup, of course,” he jests, and his intentions are as thinly veiled as the pretty gold lace of her bodice, “never for me.”

PRISON BREAK / @sevoir

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SAINTS & SINNERS, YOU DECIDE kwon hyunsik is LUCIFER BEFORE THE FALL

ISAIAH 14:12 how art thou fallen from heaven, o lucifer, son of the morning! how art thou cut down to the ground, which didst weaken the nations! / @rpxoxo

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hellu it's gloss here ( 21+, s/h ) bringing u the lean, mean 2-timin machine kwon hyunsik!! he's ur back to reality / voted off the island skele and is a major league baseball player who's currently suspended for the szn bc of his quote unquote villain era 🫣 i've got his bio somewhere on my page but it's written in prose so for a less? more? brainrotted version u can find out more ab him under the cut ( tw: infidelity & bullying ) but yeah pls hit that like button to plot im beggin on my knees!! i also have d*scord if u'd like ♡

gem sun / cap moon / leo rising 4 all u astro wh0res out there ♡

born middle class ( shame!!!! ) to a mom who's a secretary for a ceo of some multi-million dollar company n dad who's an employee-of-the-month car salesman for porsche, so he was exposed to wealth thru a looking glass

but otherwise he honestly had a rlly good upbringing?? his parents were both v present in his life n his dad, being a baseball superfan, would bring hyunsik to weekly baseball games n teach him how to swing a bat since before he graduated from diapers

bc of his v early exposure to baseball, it was quickly discovered by the Adults that hyunsik is super gifted @ the game!! v wish fulfilment type beat but his dad signed him up for little league n rlly fostered his baseball career

bc he was put on such a high pedestal from a young age, it led to a lot of room for bad character development n to make matters worse, everyone was so laser focused on his potential that no one rlly corrected him? to put it bluntly, he was spoiled asf or as dj khaled likes 2 put it, sufferin from success

but more than that, there was also a lot of praise n pressure put on him so he alw felt like he needed to Be The Best which caused him to act out in a lot of diff ways to ensure this,,

bc of all of this hyunsik as a schoolmate was an absolute terror,, it was nvr the glory level bad but he would bully n intimidate ppl to get his way ( like threatening to beat ppl up if they don't give him their lunch money bc he alr spent his n didn't wanna seem 'poor' enough to ever run out of it, etc etc ) or cheat in every aspect of his life, from relos to exams and there would be like 0 repercussions for all his bad behaviour

anw to cut a long story short, he makes it into kbo, sk's major league baseball ( his team is the doosan bears ) n starts earnin that $$$ athlete salary yay!! the only problem is that everyone in major league is hella talented so no one's lickin his asshole anymore n he can even be a bit of a bench warmer / clipboard holder at times

he starts to get a lil panicked that he's not The Best anymore n he starts to worry ab his position on the team so he starts doin Real desperate shit like blood doping to help him make the starting team + illegal gambling n signin up for reality tv to boost his wealth + fame in case his career does end

as per his skele's desc he was q well-received ( largely attributed to how respected baseball is as a sport in sk as opposed to his actual character ), but more imptly, after this sudden surge of fame outside of just the sports fanbase some of his victims h8rs have slowly trickled out n exposed his bullying + cheating ass :))))

some were true, some were fake n the fake ones were so severely rebutted that everything kinda just flew under that umbrella n all got swept under the rug, but then gg comes back to life n exposes that he's been blood doping n now the sports fans r also mad!! so now he's suspended for the whole szn while all these investigations r pending :))) cue park yeonjin's why is my life so hard

personality-wise he's based a little on rhys montrose from you, v rags to riches but is v imbedded in high society!! before u call the cops he's not a murderer thx :)) has a huge superiority complex n it's shown in v nouveau riche ways,,, like he would only b friends w rich ppl bc that means he's rich too or he'd sometimes say rlly taboo or cocky shit that is clearly a reflection of his overcompensation!! has a bit of a love-hate relo w high society n by love-hate i mean he's obsessed w it 2 the point where he disgusts even himself sometimes ( v rare bc he keeps his self-reflection 2 a minimum )

he's the fakest bitch out there like he will do anyth 2 look like he's the best n it's to the point where he will betray or switch up on u n even gaslight u if u confront him :))) likewise if u betray him he is fake enough to pretend that ur all good n everything's good all bc u have a good social standing :))) his motto is 2 keep people around bc u nvr know who is gna make it

god i ramble SO MUCH tq n sry if u read alla dat 🫣 i've also incl some connections i'd be keen to explore!!!

given that he's a certified snake i'd lov to see some connections where he's betrayed u!! mayb yall were close friends n u brought him into ur circle n he's straight up done some feral shit n he comes back like :)) o hey no hard feelings right ♡ j look at the face,,, so slapable mmm

i'd also love to giv him some real friends that he has not betrayed n hopefully will not ever,,, espc yk the boyz 👅🤙

udk how Down i am for a billie bossa nova type beat,,, like gimme not even a fwb just a Benefit :)) given hyunsik is in his villain era rn it is alm taboo 2 b seen w him so i'd love for some chuck / blair sorta arrangement where it has to be kept on the dl but he got that good good 😩

any baseball fans!! anyone bettin on hyunsik!! anyone mad ab his blood doping how could he do this 2 u!!! ( conversely anyone who's rooting for the opponent teams!! )

also fun 2 explore but anyone who betrayed Him instead?? espc if ur muse is of a higher social standing i feel like he'd be :))) 2 them n pretend it's all g he unds but deep down he's hibernatin,,, waitin 4 the day 2 get his revenge,,

would appear on cfs occasionally so if ur muse is in that space they could def have met then too!!!

uhm exes mayb,, honestly if u need someone 2 jumpstart ur villain era hyunsik is ur guy bc he will cheat on anyone n everyone the man can't even spell loyalty 😩🤚

he also jogs by the han river like every mornin so if ur muse is often there then im down 4 a meet cute x

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Jack Gilbert, from Collected Poems; “Between Aging and Old”

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Forugh Farrokhzad, tr. by Sholeh Wolpé, from Sin: Selected Poems of Forugh Farrokhzad; "After you"

[Text ID: "shattered / shattered / shattered."]

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