#incorrect hyuk

[murasaki-cha]

Choi Jung Soo: You wanna know what my motto is?

Kim Rok Soo: Okay, what?

Choi Jung Soo: If a dead ancestor doesn't appear in the sky to stop me, it can't be that bad of a decision

Kim Rok Soo: ...

Lee Soo Hyuk: That's some deep shit right there

*current time*

Choi Jung Soo: So that’s my plan. What do you think?

Cale: Just hang on a moment. Raon do the thing please.

Raon: *levitates Choi Han and slowly descends him towards CJS*

Choi Han: Absolutely not for that plan

Choi Jung Soo: I hate you guys

[sleepy-ssi]

Kim Rok-Soo : I'm not calling either of you Hyung. Lee Soo-Hyuk & Choi Jung-Soo : Then what about Da- Kim Rok-Soo : *Leaves the room before they could finish the sentence*

[nonexistentirl]

The team choosing english names for themselves for whatever reason.

Choi Jung Soo: I'm Tom.

Lee Soo Hyuk: why that one?

Choi Jung Soo: because I'm the one doing the chasing.

Lee Soo Hyuk: *snort* well, suit yourself. For me I think Lee is good enough.

Kim Rok Soo: then I'll go with Kim.

Choi Jung Soo: no, you absolutely must be Daniel.

Kim Rok Soo: why??

Choi Jung Soo: because you're always so in denial.

Lee Soo Hyuk is trying very hard and failing miserably at holding his laughter while Kim Rok Soo is lost for words.

[xx3bvvx]

“What is the name of that thing?” Lee Soo Hyuk was asking about the monster’s name. Cale pulled its name out from his memories. “Electric Eel.” “…Ho.” Lee Soo Hyuk let out a short gasp. “A scary monster that is unranked has such a stupid name?” “Yes, sir. That’s its name.” “Did you give it that name?” ‘No. Team leader, you came up with the name later after you survived the attack.’ Cale held back those words. Lee Soo Hyuk interpreted that short duration of silence as he pleased. “You must have come up with that name since your foresight probably only let you see or hear the monster. Your naming sense is terrible.” “No-” “I understand.” Cale felt wronged.

Lol, Cale feels wronged because Lee Soo Hyuk told him that his sense of naming is terrible. But I mean, Lee Soo Hyuk is right - who the fuck would name an inn "Hope and adventure loving Inn"? Both of them have a terrible sense of naming. :)

[anime-lover324]

Kim Rok Soo: Am I boring? Sure.

KRS: Social skills? None.

KRS: But I'm loyal if you feed me and I will never leave you because, well, I need the food.

[koiiiji]

*in cafe, the waitress just brought the bill to sabbath crew with blue eyes! reader*

wooin : yo man did you see that? she was totally giving you “fuck me” eyes

joker : no she wasn’t

hyuk : nah, she definitely did give you “fuck me” eyes

reader : what are the “fuck me” eyes?

wooin : its… well, some women just have “fuck me” eyes..

reader: do i have “fuck me” eyes?

wooin : no, you have “give us the ring, my precious” eyes

[wandering-tides]

LSH: Okay, what does A stand for?

KRS: Arson.

LSH: Aw, you're so good. Okay! B! What does B stand for?

KRS: Barson.

CJS: *laughter*

LSH: What stands for C?

KRS: Commit arson.

CJS: Ooooo.

LSH: D!

KRS: Don't come near me, I'm going to commit arson.

CJS: *more laughter*

[bluebearycrumble]

Pt. 27

[windinathunderstorm]

Do Bong Soon: *effortlessly breaking bones, throwing men 20 feet in the air, etc.*

Ahn Min Hyuk: Mark me down as scared and horny

[maria-of-the-waves]

KRS: *Gremlin Mode On* LSH: *Holding KRS like a little child* Look at this cuteness… ( ◕▿◕ )

I know I have previously said how I want Cale to use his combat skills he learned as Kim Rok Soo but now I have a different idea. I want Cale to pull out the skills he had to have had as 20 year old Kim Rok Soo. The skills I speak of are being a downright feral gremlin. I want him to claw at eyes and bite. Because he had to have survived as tiny 20 year old Rok Soo somehow and it wouldn't have been with his combat prowess or strength. I mean im sure he had to fight for food before shelters were found and he had to have been attacked on his own by monsters so I just imagine he went for the eyes and throat instantly. Lee Soo Hyuk would think of it as very funny and cute

[murasaki-cha]

The Soos embody that "childhood friends who have witnessed every embarrassing moment in each other's life and are so used to each other's bullshit they don't question any of the actions the other does anymore" energy

And I have receipts for this:

Cale: *stops the Plaza Terror Invident and coughs up blood for the first time*

Choi Jung Soo and Sui Khan: *pops party poppers* congrats to our dongsaeng he did it! Now let's cut the cake

God of Death to Choi Jung Gun: they prepared the "Congrats Cale on Fucking Up Your Slacker Life Again" banner 3 weeks ago. Cale hadn't even planned on going to the plazza yet

_______

God of Death: Lee Soo Hyuk reincarnated and Choi Jung Soo became a wanderer

Cale: of course they did I should have foreseen this

_______

Sui appears as a hawk beastman: sup

Cale: ........ damn it I thought you were gonna be a baby

Sui: missed you too <3

_______

Choi Jung Soo: *crashes from the ceiling right in front of his friends who have been looking for his fugitive ass for weeks*

Cale: oh we found him

Sui: *mild annoyance but not surprised*

Choi Jung Soo: hi guys

[balloonboyismyson]

Do you have any favorite character lines from UCN?

<Incorrect-FNaF-quotes

THESE ARE JUST SOME OF MY FAVOURITES-

Foxy: "YARG I've came fer ye booty! ...That be treasure, you know."

The Marionette: "The others are like animals, but I am very aware."

Nedd Bear: "This is how it feels, and now you get to experience it over, and over, and over again... forever. I will never let you leave." "A-hyuk-hyuk-hyuk! I was just waitin' fer you to drop yer guard!"

Nightmare Balloon Boy: "Heheheheh, you're not so big, just a bit-sized morsel! CCKK-CKK!!"

Nightmarionne: Let's ta-taste d-death, again, and again, and again..."

AND ALSO MR. HIPPO'S BIRD 'N' BREAD STORY

[nonexistentirl]

Choi Jung Soo: hey Roksoo?

KRS!Cale: what?

Choi Jung Soo: if the kind, considerate and conscientious nature of humans is called humanity, then that of the beast people would be—

KRS!Cale: finish that sentence and I'm sending you back to where you came from.

Choi Jung Soo: Earth?

KRS!Cale: to the office of the motherfucking God of Death.

Choi Jung Soo: yikes.

Meanwhile Sui Khan in the background mumbling to himself: I didn't think he'd know the word conscientious...

[xx3bvvx]

Cale's childhood wasn't pleasant, except for the moments spent with his parents. That's why he's committed to ensuring children have a better upbringing. But that's not the topic at hand. I've always believed Cale learned how to care for children from his parents, who remain mysterious figures in TCF.

Exactly! How would Cale know how to treat children so gently if not from his parents? Not from his damned uncle, that's for sure. I still remember when the GoD mentioned LSH being born in the TCF world, and Cale remarked that LSH could be considered family besides his parents. It's comforting to know he had such good parental figures in his life.

[i-dared-myself]

ENHYPEN time!

The poll ended and it looks like I’ll be getting to know ENHYPEN! I thought it would be fun to share the very little I know of them, so here is what I know:

(I apologize if it’s incorrect, I’ve only seen like mentions of them on rare occasions)

•There’s a dude named Nicky/Niki who refuses to show the left side of his face

•I think there’s five dudes in the group. Maybe six?

•There’s a man named Jay who I think is known for his tits? Honestly have no idea if I imagined someone telling me that. I think I saw some memes about that like a while ago when my friend was telling me about them.

•I think there’s someone named Hyuk…? Maybe…? This one I’m not too sure about

•They made that song “bring the heat back” or was that EXO??? I have like a faint memory of that

•Fans are called Engines? 😭 Idk I think I’m close but probably wrong

•There’s an ex-figure skater. I’m pretty sure about that, because I used to watch figure skating with my grandma and remember him? And then when I googled him again he was in ENHYPEN?

Again, sorry if I got anything wrong. Just thought it would be fun to see where I start and then where I finish with my knowledge :D

ᴾˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ᵈᵒⁿ’ᵗ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᶦᶠ ᴵ’ᵐ ʷʳᵒⁿᵍ

Although let me know if I got anything right! I’m like 80% sure everything I just listed is wrong.

[clemencetaught]

and we'll find some version of okay, one day ( ft. myungdae & hyuk || verse two )

a/n: did someone say hyurick? today is alex ( @jeoseungsaja )'s birthday SO HAPPY BIRTHDAY FRIENDO :DDDD thank you so much for the all the wonderful stories, muses, smiles, and laughs u've given me ( and all ur friends and ppl on dash ) over the years; i hope this trip around the sun will be a happy one for you!! care you lots <3 &lt;3 <3

Being in a relationship with Hyuk is surprisingly easy.

No, easy, isn’t the right word. ‘Easy’ implies a lack of effort to make what is between them now. ‘Easy’ implies what they have is intuitive when it is anything but. Hindsight is 20/20- it becomes more apparent to Myungdae that perhaps the last five years didn’t have to be as painful.

( He could have told Hyuk what was happening from the beginning. He could have revealed himself to Hyuk when he arrived in Seoul. He could have taken a moment and realized that perhaps keeping this undertaking to himself was only going to cause more grief for all parties involved. Maybe then, Hyuk wouldn’t have gotten fatally stabbed. Maybe Hyuk wouldn’t dissociate, wouldn’t be considered invalid in the eyes of the public, having ‘lost the plot’. The should-haves and could-haves echo in Myungdae’s ears like his ghosts and if Myungdae thinks too hard about it, they’ll start piling the guilt one on top of another, like the stack of essays he still hasn’t graded. And when that happens, the stacks will climb higher and higher like Icarus until it inevitably burns and falls- )

So being in a relationship with Hyuk is not easy.

But it is simple.

Their relationship reminds Myungdae of a heist, except not as nearly meticulously calculated. But the principle is ultimately the same- watch your back and watch your partner’s back. If your partner needs help, even if you can’t do anything, be there for them. Or in Myungdae’s case, in the aftermath.  Wounds are like cats- easy to see, harder to catch in the moment.

Of course, simply being there is a plan too vague for the Black Knight’s standards. It’s a concept with one too many external factors and one too many uncertainties to consider.

And yet somehow, their relationship works.. Actually, it might be even more painless than any heist. Sure, the obstacles come unexpectedly, but the solutions don’t require nearly as much finesse. As a matter of fact, the most effective solutions to their obstacles are much…simpler. Less thinking, more doing in the moment.

For example, Myungdae needs to bolt? Well he can do it, but Hyuk’s going to have to follow him or at the very least find his hiding spot once the smoke bomb has cleared up. Hyuk needs space after an episode of derealization? Catch Myungdae lingering just around the corner, waiting to be let in. Myungdae doesn’t mind the wait either.

He’s always been good at abiding for time- most times.

There’s still more to figure out about each other though. It’s not like they can go back five years. And no single conversation is going to give Myungdae everything he needs to know about his dear…friend? Partner?

( Myungdae decides he’s not going to think about that right now- he’s also not going to say anything about it to anyone. Nell and Alfred already have their suspicions, and god forbid if Quinn and Taiyang found out. Myungdae already wants to stab the latter two whenever they cross paths. And he doesn’t need one more tempting reason. Not that he thinks Hyuk would mind too much- okay, maybe Hyuk would. A quirk of being part of law enforcement, but no one’s perfect. )

Besides, Hyuk reveals himself in layers- like a book, one page at a time. It’s an incorrect metaphor, the open book one, Myungdae can’t help but think. An open book implies all the facts and details laid out, plain and easy to interpret. That’s no book. Or at least not a novel- to read a novel and understand it in its entirety takes more than one read-thru. It takes turning one page at a time, studying every scene and word to comprehend how it contributes to the whole, making careful annotations in the margins, and recalling the most vivid of phrases and moments to truly know a book.

And isn’t that what Myungdae and Hyuk have been doing all this time?

Granted, once more, that isn’t to say it’s been easy. Old habits are, well, the cliché could not be more accurate- old habits die hard. Like how Hyuk still zones out for hours on end without saying a word to anyone and how he’s given up on art in favor of reading and rereading files with yellowed papers on cases that have lost relevance years ago. Or how Myungdae refuses to show skin in front of anyone and how he barely reads and  reads only for necessity.

Or how they both still have nightmares. 

Sharpened teeth need to sink in somewhere. If not someone else, then themselves. Maybe those habits will never die. Maybe even if they have each other, they’ll never be okay, never be whole once more.

Nevertheless-

“Your hair’s getting long,” Myungdae murmurs, hand carding through Hyuk’s hair. It’s a Sunday at an hour too early to be awake and of course, they’re in Hyuk’s office. Myungdae didn’t sleep well the previous night and he suspects it’s the same for Hyuk, from the way he couldn’t stop moving. Or the way Myungdae heard him gasp in the middle of the night, only to curl a little tighter against him on the sofa bed.

( Of the new couch- the old one, that two seater with deflated green cushions and scratchy fabric that must have been repurposed from a potato sack, Hyuk had replaced not too long ago. Myungdae won’t admit that he likes the new one- a three seater with chenille fabric that can fold out into a bed- more now that he’s had time to get accustomed. )

Hyuk grumbles, head in Myungdae’s lap. “It already is.” His arm loosely draped around Myungdae’s waist, Hyuk peeks up at him. Myungdae can see the lines under sleep deprived eyes.  “Do you like actually being a pigeon? It’s too early, Dae-yah.” A warm hand finds purchase on Myungdae’s hip as Hyuk groans, groggy. “Lie down.” 

Next to me, Myungdae can hear from the breeze blowing in. The lilies of the valley on the window sill jingle, tinkling and singing.

“You should get it trimmed.” Myungdae says instead, fingers tangling themselves between the strands of hair. They’re smooth. Fresh-smelling too like his shampoo. “It’ll get in your way.”

Hyuk flips to his back and looks up at Myungdae. “Don’t need to.”

“It falls over your eyes when you’re reading.” An observation, on Myungdae’s part. Hyuk grumbles.

“Doesn’t matter.” Which is translation for ‘I’m fine’. But Myungdae knows this is Hyuk’s way of saying, ‘I don’t want to.’

‘I can’t.’ 

Myungdae tilts his head, thinking as his fingers knead down to the scalp. What would make Hyuk steer away from hairdressers? How does this connect to the full picture of his dear friend now?

There are still so many things he has to learn about Lee Hyuk.

“...What If I did it?”

Hyuk raises a brow and suddenly, the window where the lilies of the valley sit looks very tempting to jump through.  It would take him, say, eleven seconds to through the window if he doesn’t grab his jacket with the smoke bombs along the way. 

“Do you even know how to cut hair?” Hyuk asks. It’s not a ‘yes’ but it’s not a ‘no’ either. 

It’s a silly overreaction, Myungdae realizes he just had. Myungdae could ask Hyuk a question and Hyuk would give him the truth. This is the way it’s always been- they don’t, or rather they can’t lie to each other. Sooner or later, the truth comes out and that’s a lesson Myungdae has been learning the hard way. 

They probably need to have a conversation about that sooner or later.

But once again, it is a Sunday at an hour way too early to be awake. This time, they can take the detour. Hyuk might think there’s no time like the present these days, but Myungdae is more than content to take the roundabout way.

“If I can use a sword, a pair of scissors can’t be any worse.” Myungdae says. It’s a half-lie. Hyuk still looks at him skeptically. “I’ll cut straight- you won’t lose more than a few inches.”

Hyuk huffs, a loose strand still landing in front of his eyes. Myungdae tucks it behind his ear. “...I’ll think about it. But on one condition-” Myungdae yelps. Rolling off of his lap, Hyuk half-coaxes, half-wrestles him into the spot next to him. Alarm rolls in, only to recede once Hyuk’s hand presses against his back and Myungdae is once more face-to-face with his dear friend.

“We rest for longer.” Hyuk finally finishes, triumphant.

“We’ll have to get up soon.” Myungdae points out. “Nell is no good in the kitchen. Hiro’s going to complain.”

Hyuk huffs. “They can wait a few hours. Who gets up at six on a Sunday morning, huh? Huh?”

Myungdae snorts, a hand carding through Hyuk’s hair, his fingertips padding against his scalp. Hyuk leans into it and sighs in approval. “Okay. Just a few more hours then. We can get up later.” 

Yes, between the two of them, they still have a lot of problems and no actual solutions: ANACHRON is still at large, Hyuk’s caseload never dies down, and the Black Knight still has heists to execute. 

Hyuk still zones out and Myungdae still doesn’t relax for any occasion. But at the same time, Hyuk doodles more now and his derealization episodes come around less often. And Myungdae sometimes wears short-sleeved shirts and will even pick up a short story to read for leisure.

It’s not quite perfect, but it’s progress.

The lilies of the valley tinkle in the sunlight. Myungdae presses closer to Hyuk- maybe they’ll never go back to the way they were before, maybe they’ll never have something easy, but if they have each other, they can be something like okay, one day.

.

.

.

fin.