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♔‘ · ‣ ❝ 김철수 ❞ → EXPRESSION TAKES ON A MORE surprised tone to it , though his body language still remained rigid and brimming with the same exhausting tics shown prior ; he couldn't shut it off when around someone else, always expecting the world to turn on its heels when he reared his disliked head nearby. With his home life and school life happiness teetering on frail, the teen had grown accustomed to the anguish and thought he'd be better of expecting pain.

        To know that she'd punched him and he decided to no longer bother her, his gaze fixated upon her momentarily -- as if expecting her to laugh in his face or reveal that she was actually dating him and this was some test. When she didn't, his breath hitched, dread coursing through his veins ; how long ago did she hurt him? Was it recent? Was he going to attack her after school with the rest of his group? What would she do then?! Shakily sucking in air, his head shook back and forth, disbelief surging beneath the surface.

        By all accounts, she was far more intelligent than him -- and Gwi-nam as well -- so he didn't doubt that this thought already had occurred to her. Nobody wanted a lesser to spout off something they already knew ; he didn't bother. Instead, lips sucked in as he contemplated what to say next, finally breaking all visage with her to lower his head once again.

        ❝ You did that? ❞ Of course she did ; she looked far stronger than some of the girls in this school. The only one he might have considered on the same level as her was the older sister of Jang Wu-jin, her fear seemed so invisible in comparison. The two of them together...he could tell they would destroy the hierarchy if they wanted to -- they could save -- ❝ I'm...I'm scared for your safety... I know he's been more upset recently, but I didn't think it was because... ❞

        His arms would wrap 'round his trembling form, a wince as fingertips brushed against bruise beneath shirt. ❝ When did...you do it? ❞ In his mind, he hoped that it was last month or the month prior ; if it was two weeks ago or less, he might actually pass out from stress -- and it wasn't even for his own safety...! When he entered into this, he thought that perhaps she'd blackmailed him, somehow, but...now he felt miserable now more than before: he would never manage to beat Gwi-nam in a fist fight nor could he let her go on without at least...something...to help her if he decided to come after her. She would know, but...his tactics were something Cheol-su had become acutely privy to -- at least when he knew that someone else was the victim ; otherwise, his arm found an iron grip upon it whenever he did anything wrong...

                                                          ☣. @marblewon continued because beta editor !

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do you care for he?

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guttersniper​:

someone that’s a target elicits a subtle reaction, and it shows, for a moment, in the flicker of a frown that shadows his brow, the way his shoulders stiffen. he hates bullies. he hates this world for making innocent boys think of themselves as targets. (and is he, too, not one of those children? it is an irony he doesn’t not recognize.) 

his expression sobers, ages, when he swats it away as one might a persistent fly. a single blink chases its heels. 

“ right. – yes, friends from somewhere else, “ he starts anew. his arms fold over his core. the corner of his mouth lifts some way that never touches his eyes, but is more genuine than it might’ve been around anyone else. he hasn’t been gentle in a long time, if ever, but his tone is heartbreakingly close to it. “ that tteokbokki lady? from a few days ago. i think she likes you. she gave you extra, free of charge, when we went, remember? she could be a friend. “

♔‘ﾟ ‣ ❝ 김철수       ❞ → WAS THAT FOR HIM OR was that for a deal? When it’d happened, Cheol-su had been shocked that he almost forgot his manners, his head bowing so deeply that he nearly hit it on her stand ; it had been partially heartwarming and partially embarrassing. Afterwards, he’d thought about it like she was a kind woman, a mother-figure of sorts, but had tried to brush away that temptation to view her as such ; she must have been feeling nice or thought the boys were...malnourished, which...Mutt certainly appeared that way. It must have been for him, not for Cheol-su, this was how he forced it from his mind for so long, until Mutt brought her back to his mind.

        This is what he tells himself, afraid of the idea that she might grant him the same expression everyone does when he desires closeness, a bond...but...Mutt hadn’t given him that? It’s almost nauseating to him at times, thinking about the ways he could mess up the one friendship he really had to call his own ; he couldn’t bear the thought...

       ❝ Do...you really think so? ❞ Fingers already toyed with in his lap, anxiety rising steadily, though this time it’s mixed with a sort of...hopefulness he’s not used to. Sucking in a breath, he tried to return that genuine smile. How much appreciation he had for these talks ; he wondered if Mutt could ever know this -- if he knew how the days strolled by him and all the torture felt worth it if he could sit down beside him and chat away.

        Head lowered, his hand reaching for his backpack, pulling it to his lap to rest his chin atop it, arms wrapping around the base in a firm hug. ❝ I wonder if people in my school just don’t like me...and...and the others who aren’t there do? ❞ He shifted, gaze glancing at the other. ❝ Do you have friends in other places? ❞

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marblewon​:

she expects, at first, some comment on her status as a northern defector. this is usually where people decide to draw the line of differences, what so often others sae-byeok from her peers.

what the kid actually ends up saying surprises her, something that isn’t reflected in sae-byeok’s unreadable expression but in the way she pauses, head tilting slightly. it takes her a moment to put a face to the name. “that guy?”

how to answer this? that there is, perhaps, some benefit to letting the rumor mill churn out whatever bullshit it wanted — the gossip surrounding her had, despite attracting quite a bit of attention, still managed to keep most actual interactions at bay. 

it also probably helped that most people do not go straight for the face. most don’t go straight to violence, either, but surviving the streets of seoul left sae-byeok to reinforce some already bad habits. so when yoon gwi-nam had cornered her one day after school, it was less an option to let her temper control her but more so the inevitable. thus, she tried to break his nose before he could finish what he was saying. 

irresponsible, on her part. impulsive. will probably come back to bite her in the ass if the glares yoon gwi-nam gives her now are anything to go off of, but sae-byeok will just have to deal with that later. she regards the boy in silence for a moment, reads his nametag ( kim cheol-su ) quickly before shrugging. “why do you care?”

♔‘ﾟ ‣ ❝ 김철수       ❞ → HESITATION . Clear as day does his hesitation render him silent for a moment, hands already coming up to midsection to fiddle with one another in nervous tic, anxiety rising to his chest as head lowered in tandem to watch them -- as if such an action is more interesting than whatever Sae-byeok might do (to him, it’s the best way to avoid seeing the pain coming, though it doesn’t often help). 

        Little nod to signify that he was responding to her first inquiry, thick saliva pulled down dry throat ; what would he do if he found out she was working alongside him? Another bully to add to the masses, another person to put him down and call him ugly, another person to remind him of his status on the totem pole of their society.

        She’s right to be suspicious if she’s working for him or not. To have the SCHOOL LOSER -- or one of them -- speaking to her about it would be enough to make most people’s skin crawl, bodies shriveling up in a cringe. ❝ I just... ❞ He wanted to speak up but his voice trailed off, cutting him off as he contemplated if this was a mistake. Already at rock bottom, he’d be picking away with his pick ax as the dark storm cloud above him rained down on him and threatened to drown him, so...maybe he should...watch his tongue.

       ❝ I just wanted to know if he...made a new friend. ❞ A partial truth ; the friends of Gwi-nam were hardly his companions. One could argue that on one side, they used him ; the other side, they actually liked him enough. With Cheol-su, he wasn’t a friend, he wasn’t a superior, and he definitely wasn’t a gawker ; he knew his place, so asking if Gwi-nam had made a new friend was really meant to ask if he’d found someone else who liked to torment him and the others just like him.

        Gaze lifted for the briefest of seconds before ducking back down: ❝ That’s all -- I swear. ❞

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slams down my hand -- my sickness is starting to fuck off and I’m happy about it!

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guttersniper​:

he leans forward where he sits on the dusty ground, spine curving, forearms propped on the jack-knifed crags of his knees. “ maybe. but i think … i think you could make some friends here, too. “ 

♔‘ﾟ ‣ ❝ 김철수       ❞ → HIM ? Mutt’s expectations were clearly too high of him when it came to friendships, but maybe it was due in part to him...not understanding how the social hierarchy of school played out, Cheol-su could only assume, gaze flickering down to his hands as his head shook. ❝ No, I...I can’t -- I really can’t. Nobody wants friendship with someone like me -- someone that’s a target. ❞ Did Mutt have friends? The question lingers on his lips, taste of it bitter to the touch ; could someone rightly inquire this without sounding outright presumptuous? Either he assumed he did or didn’t and both sounded awful to his ears. ❝ Friends...friends have to come from somewhere else ; people who don’t know me...people more like you. ❞

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♔‘ﾟ ‣ ❝ 김철수       ❞ → ❝ YOU’VE LIVED IN OTHER PLACES , right? Do you think I’d stand a better chance at making friends in those places than here? ❞

                                                              ☣. @guttersniper​​ starter.

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♔‘ﾟ ‣ ❝ 김철수       ❞ → ❝ ...YOU’RE DIFFERENT , too ; is Yoon Gwi-nam afraid of you? Why doesn’t he target...you...? ❞

                                                              ☣. @marblewon​ starter.

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wellfell​:

 ghost stories that cling to her very existence and the possibility of her having killed her boyfriend kept most of the bullies away from her while she was in school . or maybe it was the fact that she almost killed a girl when she was twelve in class , for asking too many questions about her bruised arm . news spread fast and in no time at all , her boyfriend’s death was the best reason to blame akina mori once more for something she never denied either . pressing the burning end of the cigarette on where she was sitting while thin smoke left her dark lips . listening to his excuses , and trying to remind herself that perhaps not everyone was eager to learn violence .

 ❛ making them happy , i know about that . ❜ a crooked smirk accompanies what he’s probably not understood . eventually , akina turns around to face the kid , views the bruises and blood with nothing visible in her own gaze . such a pathetic view , someone in her head chants , ’ stay out of it stay out of it ! it doesn’t concern you ! ’ her gaze never leaves him , never lets him relax . there’s no way she’ll understand why they hurt someone weaker than them , what’s pleasing about hurting someone that’s already miserable . her arms cross , the bag hanging from one shoulder , head tilting gently as she scratches the back of her ear in a brief touch of irritation . she is definitely not going to stay out of it . ❛ why did they hurt you ? ❜ what answer of his could even make it better ? before he speaks , akina’s pale hand raises in a sign to shut him up . ❛ actually no . don’t answer that . what’s their names ? ❜

♔‘ﾟ ‣ ❝ 김철수       ❞ → WHY DID THEY HURT YOU ? A question he relayed in his mind over and over again, wondering if it was his fault that the bullies won: too weak, too pitiful-appearing, too poor. In some shows, these are considered evil sins to commit against one of that social standing, yet when it came to reality -- hah, he’d never seen anyone jump to take the bullet for him and he never did the same in return, not unless it fell on Eun-ji, a girl he’d paid so much won to protect ; did she know how much he did? Likely not, viewing him with the same eye she cast to anyone near her: disgust, resentment, loathing -- what difference did it make? Cheol-su was, and always would be, the easiest target for these bullies because he couldn’t develop a spine to push back (but if he did, it’d only be worse by the morning).

        In a bid of sparing herself the details she likely knew, the boy would watch her hand shoot up, casting a spell to close his lips and wince, almost expecting her to strike him (why? he didn’t know but movements such as those were often followed by a sting). ❝ I...I can’t... ❞ Telling her would probably wind up leading him down a path worse than this one ; bloodied hand or not, they could do worse to him -- they might even kill him one day if they know they can get away with it. ❝ If they find out I told someone, ❞ voice faded, eyelashes growing moist once more against the bristling sensation of fear that rode up his spine. ❝ They might hurt you, too ; you shouldn't risk yourself for me -- it’s not...worth it. ❞ he wasn’t worth it. ❝ They’ll do worse to you than me ; I’ve -- I’ve seen it happen...! ❞

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The best way to know Cheol-su’s warmed up to your muse is when he laughs.

Not the polite chuckle that comes out, but a real genuine laugh. 

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♔‘ﾟ ‣ ❝ 김철수       ❞ → GWI-NAM HAD BROKEN A SWEAT on his frustrations tonight -- another lousy session of ‘ can’t find my true target so you’ll have to show him what happens when he doesn’t come by. ’ Begging solved nothing, attempting to spout another location he’d seen Jin-su go didn’t help, the bullies were tired of searching to get their pent up angst out ; he hated Jin-su for this, hated the sensations, but in all honesty...it was only half correct: he didn’t hate him for this but he envied his night of peace (maybe he shouldn’t envy it since it was so scarce that he took the punishment meant for him). In his last ditch effort to avoid a beating, Cheol-su had run, hand grabbing hold of a door to pull it open, his other grasping the edge of it to put more weight behind it, but that didn’t spare him ; in his blurry vision of welling tears, he hadn’t seen but a flurry of azure jumpsuit as body slammed into the door, his palm caught betwixt. Any scream he might have elicited would be torn from him as a hand clamped over his mouth to stop him from outing them, a snake’s tongue demanding he shut up or it’d be worse...

        Scent of cigarette smoke caught his attention as he pushed open the door. Another person up here meant only trouble for him, yet the exhaustion couldn’t carry him much further ; he was too afraid to go back down in fear he might fall down the steps and too afraid to apologize to the woman, nerves screaming for him to accept his position: a nobody, unwanted and uncared for, and simply stay quiet out of respect for her privacy up here. From what little he’d seen, she didn’t appear like someone he knew, which gave him a semblance of relief -- a stranger wouldn’t post about him enough to garner more mockery on social media...

       When she spoke, his shoulders tensed, bloodied hand cradled closer to his chest. Get even...? How did she expect him to accomplish that? Poor, weak, nameless -- he was equivalent to nothing and -- and if he stood up for himself... A soft gasp left him, eyelashes covering his teary orbs to mask his weakness further. More than anyone, she tried to give sound advice ; however, her attempts were for naught when it came to someone of his merit. When it came to money, he had none except what he managed to steal, work for, sell his only luxuries for, or beg for. ❝ I couldn’t -- I couldn’t hit them back. ❞ They were too powerful in the school: protected by the headmaster, the teachers, and their community... No matter how much he squirmed, the spiders always managed to keep their prey for devouring until they were useless husks. ❝ All I can do is make them happy so they leave me alone. ❞ What else can he do?

 it seems today , she had an unexpected guest on the rooftop she's chosen to sit and stare at the sky until it grew dark ; she used to smoke , and it used to calm her down but ever since someone pointed out that they wouldn't want to die with rotten lungs . . . akina stopped smoking too . she almost regrets it . the boy was a big bruise , sniffling when he came to sit behind her as if he thought she didn't hear his footsteps . akina can't stand a crying kid , can't stand the way they sniffle and breathe unevenly because of their little sobs . for a while , she ignores his presence and goes on with his little game of hiding and pretending she didn't really see him . until she's closing her eyes and pursing her lips . god , couldn't even take anita's crying face . just stop it already . ❛ don't get sad , get even , kid . ❜ the best advice , from the worst advisor , the last person to talk about getting hurt . she doesn't look back , but she knows he heard her . ❛ keep wasting your energy on crying and you'll never be able to hit them back . ❜

 @roofhid        midnights.    ;     accepting

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multis specify please, but here’s a smol starter call (starting out as one-liners but will expand but if I’m inspired by an idea, I can 100% probably get something larger out!)

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                                            ᴡᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴠɪᴄᴛɪᴍꜱ!                                                                                                  docs. credit.

slaughtered by marzipan.

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Can you believe people send actors hate over a character they portray in a show? That’s so disgusting to me. The fact a bunch of people sent Cheol-su’s actor hate because they disliked his character just ???? just ???? 

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not me being sad about the lack of cheol-su development in the show. excuse me while I think about him for a while.

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high fiving myself as I pass out because fuck yeah did cheol-su get a thing replied to!

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@spectrophobias​ (ji-yeong) asked:

❛ You’re about as intimidating as a butterfly. ❜

♔‘ﾟ ‣ ❝ 김철수       ❞ → STUDENTS WHO MADE COMMENTS ABOUT his appearance were as common as they came ; more often than not, they went for his timidity, his bleary eyes, his quivering, or his posture and then threw insults at his face, his hair, his lips -- they’d find something wrong with him even if it wasn’t built upon by facts or anything substantial or truth. There were rumors spread one day that he’d eaten dog food because he was so poor, but that wasn’t the case ... never the case. The video uploaded of him eating it, the bullies laughing as he choked it down, was because he’d failed to pay them for the blackmail. When a teacher found out about it, she came to him but his anxiety made him deny it was something thrown on him by their hands.

        Ms. Park truly was the only woman who noticed it, but she couldn’t do anything to accommodate those suffering ; she was only one woman and not one that would gain a following against the stream that pushed her back. A quivering boy with a bottom lip always treading on the same front would never reveal the threat if he thought it would kill him later...or do worse.

        Eyelids drooped halfway then lifted as he took in her appearance, noting that she had nothing about her that screamed intimidating to him either ; maybe it was presumptuous of him, but she...seemed so polite in comparison. Fingers had already begun to fidget as he lowered his head and nodded, but he’d add, quietly: ❝ ...so do you. ❞ Could he deny her claims? No...she must know how pathetic he was ; why else would she say this? She must have seen the video or heard the rumors or saw him always being bossed around or --

                                                              ☣. forgotten meme !