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                    so, verses & tags are still a wip over here, but i’d like to get this blog off the ground——-  please like or reblog if you’d be interested in writing with a brand new wendy of don’t starve and i’ll check you out asap. ♥

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Oh Sangwoo.

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hisscng:

“It really is.” It had been awhile since they went out together. It was something Bum would always look forward to. He loved nature. Especially playing with the frogs and picking fruit off the trees. “I always look this way.”

                    ‘ it’s gotten worse. ’  a hand is raised, index finger poised to slip beneath the collar of the other’s shirt and run along that awful, jutting collarbone. he thinks better of it and slips his his hand back into his pocket before touching bum at all. a sigh escapes him in a long exhale; they’ve been here a few times before, and being away from the city is nice enough, but he’s growing bored of the same old trails.  ‘ ——- do you swim? ’

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killing-stalking-eating:

– ‘ my favorite customer would know when to deliver and when to call with a warning. ’ she replied dryly, her tone sharp and certain. she glanced over the countertop to the bag on the floor, her curiosity getting the better of her. 

‘…judging by what’s in the bag, i’m not sure if’d be comfortable with that…not every child needs to know who butchers the bacon their parents bring home. ‘ 

                    ‘ have a little faith in me, micha, it’s not for show and tell. i’d never bring work-talk in front of a kid. ’  there’d been nothing his parents fought about more than his father’s busy schedule and all that he put himself through for their sake——-  fought being a euphemism, even, considering an argument took input from both sides to count for one.                      sangwoo doesn’t tend to take no for an answer, regardless. he bends to hoist the bag over his shoulder and reaches behind the counter with the other hand to unhook the latch keeping him on the opposite side.  ‘ tell me where you want this. we’ll get it out of the way so i can say hello. ’

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a badly drawn sangwoo carrying yoonbum

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damn sylvia, back at it again with the tryhard kpop aesthetic

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killing-stalking-eating:

– ‘you didn’t tell me you were coming so soon. guess we’re even. ‘ micha replied as she placed a fresh batch of cookies onto the counter top. ‘go get your book bag while i wrap these up for your schools bake sale tomorrow.’ ‘okay mommy!’ the toddler slid off the countertop with a cookie in hand and dashed off to the back. ‘ seriously, you know i tell you times for a reason right? ‘

                    ‘ that’s no way to treat your favourite customer. ’  an idle retort as his attention is stolen by watching the boy obey his mother and leave the two to themselves. he doesn’t suppose he’d have missed their relation even if he hadn’t called her mom; they look alike in a handful of places. sangwoo wonders if the kid’s got his mother’s passion for baking as well.                       ‘ ——- i was just in the neighbourhood, anyway. ’  not at all, but he hadn’t wanted to leave his merchandise in the trunk long enough for it to smell. thought she’d be a little happier to see him, too.  ‘ not going to introduce us? ’

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                    ‘ ——-  it’s nice out today. ’  chin tilted upwards, eyes on the near-cloudless sky, but it couldn’t be discerned from expressionless features whether or not he cares for the warm weather. only when he shifts his gaze to bum does the straight line of his lips curve ever so slightly downwards.  ‘ i’m happy you’re finally getting some sun. you look just like a skeleton now. ’

@hisscng.

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                                count the  bodies  like sheep  ;  go back to  sleep. 

(  art cred.     /     personals, please don’t reblog !  )

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                    ‘ i see——-  are you running the place now? i hope that doesn’t mean i don’t get my discount anymore. ’                     a giggle earned from the boy behind the counter, atop a stepping stool just to see over it, hands covering his mouth to hide the laughter. duffel bag at his feet, sangwoo surrenders to the grin tugging at the corner of his mouth in time to flash it in his business partner’s direction when she returns from the back. there’s a slight, playful tilt of his head.  ‘ you didn’t tell me you hired an intern. ’

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Oh Sangwoo; chapter 21 “And that’s why I always know what I need to do…”

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HE JUST DOESN’T GIVE A FUCK

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hello to all the wonderful people who stuck around during my long & unexpected hiatus !!  a while ago i stepped away from all three of my blogs and made a new muse in a new fandom because i was feeling a little bit stuck in a rut——- but i’d been missing sangwoo immensely in the last few weeks & when killing me softly came on the radio at work the other day, he came back in full swing, pun completely intended. so ! i just wanted to say a little thank you to everyone who was so patient during my sudden falling off the earth, and to kickstart this scene again, consider this a starter call. ♥ 

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youarenotakiller:

     Straightforward. Less shy than Chilton first thought, or was it faked confidence to make up for the small delay?       ❝ You do not, huh? Funny to hear this from the guy who took his sweet time before finally joining me. Or you like to waste others’ time? God, you are lucky you are cute otherwise I would have already dumped you. ❞      Chilton turned away from him to get his new drink, sipped from the liquor before he elbowed on the counter, only turning somewhat toward his new catch, implying that his attention is something Sangwoo should earn and not only with his look.      ❝ The name is Harry, ❞ said Chilton, but in his defence, he had to pick new names and bars when he was out hunting for one night stands unless he wanted to get in trouble which he clearly didn’t but Will was a limited source of excitement, like everyone else. Will was special compared to them but it didn’t matter when Frederick was hungry. ❝ You are clearly not from here. Where did you come from? Or is this boring too? If you are more of an action type do not worry. I am sure we can pass the time somehow. ❞

                    ‘ cute? .. mm. ’  a twitch of his brow, mostly hidden under the dim light of the bar. it’s been a while since the last time he met someone who hit all the targets. arrogant. rich, probably, by the looks of that watch, that ring. and still eyeing him up like he’s the piece of meat here. it makes sangwoo smile, all of it. there’s been a hunger in the pit of his stomach, more difficult than usual to satiate since his arrival in the country. it’s harder to break away from the group of students he’s come with than it would be back home. they feed off his confidence in the grand and scary west.  ‘ lucky me. ’                     action piques his interest and his nausea at the same time. he wonders how eager those hands are to be on him. too eager.  ‘ harry, ’  he repeats with a grin at his lips. a basic name for a basic man.  ( who would miss you, harry? )  ‘ i’m from south korea. ’  no need to lie about that. americans love foreigners, don’t they? always melting at the sound of an accent outside their borders.                      sangwoo rests his chin in his palm, raising his glass for a short sip of his drink.  ‘ my class is visiting your beautiful city for a few days. ’  a slight tilt of his head.  ‘ i thought someone might show me around. ’

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killing-stalking-eating:

…’you’re not actually offended, right? if we get drunk together it could lead to other things.’  like drunk karaoke. yup. no death needed. ‘you’re a good singer right?’ 

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                    ‘ of course i’m not offended. ’  holding his wounded pride behind his back. unconvincingly so.  ‘ i’m not bad .. why? ’

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his-scng:

He yelps at the sudden slap. Right quiet he could do that. Maybe if he behaved it would hurt less. Maybe Sangwoo would be kind. He’d make it less painful for him. He’d be good for him. He didn’t want to make him angrier then he already was.

He winced as he felt the cold cloth against his fresh wound. It stings, it burns but it doesn’t hurt as badly as he thought it would. He was certainly proud of his work. Oddly he found a small smile tug at his lips as he looked down at his new mark. “I l-like it. Sangwoo why do you want this? Why do you want me to be yours?“

                    ‘ because i want you to stay with me. ’  as though the man has a choice in the matter. god knows he doesn’t, but sangwoo wants him to enjoy staying with him forever, too. wants him to always look up with that adoration in his eyes and that smile on his thin, chapped lips. wants him to always be there when he gets home, preparing dinner, cleaning up the dishes, keeping everything in order just like mama used to. there’s a smile of his own, then, that bum can appreciate his work as much as it’s deserved. what a good dog.                      fingers card through dark hair with a tenderness like he’d never lashed out in the first place. it’ll be better now. he’s learned his lesson now.  ‘ you’re not going to say anything stupid like that again, are you? ’  he doesn’t mind breaking his new favourite toy, no, but fixing him every time is starting to be a real goddamn pain. 

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captainsekiizan:

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“Word is you’re pretty talented despite this being your first year playing. I look forward to see what you’re capable of.” The senior rolls back his large shoulders while red stained eyes glance downward at the other teen. He seemed…feisty. But unlike others, Sekizan was not so easily intimidated.

                    ‘ i’m not a very good loser, ’  he replies, grin plastic at the corners. he’s got talent, that’s for certain, but his coach can often be overheard scolding him for his difficulty playing as a member of a team. doesn’t mean to be intimidating either, of course; if some of the other boys are scared of sangwoo for breaking the collarbones of two other players in his first month of joining the team, that isn’t his fault, is it?  ‘ ——-  so i don’t lose. ’