#like hyurick for example </3

[ofgentleresolve]

so that one time the king ( @jeoseungsaja ) and the queen met...

The RAIN falls between them, the raindrops tapping against the top of her umbrella in a steady rhythm of plitter-platter, plitter-platter. Felicity watches him, the former detective, as his one hand steadies him against the brick wall and other splays itself over his side. It’s a sad attempt really, at keeping the wound from bleeding. 

Eyes meet. She presses a finger against her lips- don’t say anything. It’s true, she shouldn’t be here; that in and of itself should not be possible, but that does not change the fact that they are face-to-face in a dark alleyway in Seoul, of all places. The only thing that would complete this puzzle would be the person that ties them together.

Or at least for Hyuk, the person that tied them together.

And then in one fluid motion, she tucks herself under his arm, getting him to lean against her rather than the wall. Her umbrella barely shields the both of them from the rain.

“Save your strength,” she says finally, once they’ve gotten out of the alleyway. “We need to get you treated.”

[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.

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fin.

[ofgentleresolve-a]

Jeoseungsaja

spread the crowns ( ft. crown opinion meme w/ @thegreenswillcome but also @jeoseungsaja )

[ ♛ ] send me your a url and i’ll tell you the following;

my opinion on;

character in general: tVN goblin’s reaper is a canon character?? who said that?? i thought alex created reaper JFKLSJDL okay but seriously, i adore ALL THREE versions of essentially the same soul ( reincarnation, multiple lives, I LIVE FOR THAT KIND OF STUFF :’D )- the fact that reaper, hyuk, and yeo are all so distinctly unique in their personalities, voices, backstories, preferences ( like how yeo likes sweets, but hyuk prefers bitter flavors ), and even character arcs...AND EVEN THEN?? they all resonate with one another?? the attributes of this soul is still there?? alex you literally created your own lore and IT’S SO JUICY and sorry tVN, it’s like lena said, i’m here for alex’s canon, i will not be accepting anything else- how they play them: where am i supposed to start with this?? well first i’d like to say i adore all three of them, reaper, the competent, but messenger who really really deserves a break, i’m sorry for all the chaos and headaches my muses are giving him JFKLSDJF, wang yeo, the extra(tm) fox with a heart of gold ( i can’t wait to see him interact more with mana 🥺 ), and then finally my grumpy child-in-law, lee hyuk bc ALEX HELP I LOVE HIM SO MUCH I WANT TO PROTECC HIM WITH MY LIFE, I DON’T CARE IF HE SCOWLS AT ME 🥺🥺🥺 okay but seriously i think all three of them are written beautifully, and maybe i’m sounding like a broken record here, but alex’s portrayal is never like?? overexaggerated?? like for example, yes, one of hyuk’s defining characteristics is his grumpiness, but he’s never outright mean, that side portrayed realistically in that there always a reason ( however minuscle jskdlfj ) for him to act up, it’s not like he’s always rude for no apparent reason....basically what i’m trying to say is that alex writes people not archetype and that is just skill in and of itself <3 the mun: someone i would gladly throw hands for. and yes, i know, i’m being biased, but i am legitimately serious when i say that alex is one of the NICEST ppl on this hellsite. not only is she an excellent writer both in content and style, but she also just?? genuinely cares about all of her partners?? and like this care also extends outside of the dash too?? literally, words cannot describe how much i completely adore alex and how LUCKY i feel to have the privilege to write, plot, and just be friends with her in general. she is absolutely one of the best things that has come out of my time on tumblr and i hope to be able to write and be friends with her for a very long time to come 😊

do i;

follow them: alex you could open an rp blog for a blob of slime and i would STILL want to interact with it JFKLSJD rp with them: hahaha totally not like we have 283940238 threads ( jk i love them all and i’ll take MORE!! HAPPILY :D ) want to rp with them: to the ends of the earth!! ship their character with mine: *motions to hyurick, the reason i fill bathtubs with my tears on a daily basis, but also....there are a few other potentials i’m seeing?? maybe?? alex hit me up JFKLSDJF :’D*

what is my;

overall opinion:

( ft. me every time i see alex on my dash/inbox/dms JFKLSDJF )

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty.