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Post Malone - Goodbyes ft. Young Thug

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dark hues shift to those beneath the street lights as he rest against some building that felt quite cold against his clothing. blunt between his lips as he took an drag to breathe in the smoke and hold into his chest for an few seconds before exhaling through his nostrils with ease. he doesn’t expect any familiar faces to come across in this night, but he was proven wrong as he spotted one in particular before calling out to them. “hey - c’mere.” his gaze would follow their figure then finally speaking once more as they were close enough. “what are you doing down here?” his blunt was still between his lips as he spoke before taking it from his lips to settle between his index and middle finger.

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“Holidays this, holidays that… a family time,” she scoffed as she bitterly read through signs around the island. It felt almost like a slap to the face whenever she read about families and days like this; not only because she was well aware of people being taken away from their homes and brought to the island but, also, the whole idea of families being essential to someone was kind of a bother to hear. Not everyone had the luxury of having a family and yet how people somehow dismissed those different; it was almost as she felt whenever Parent’s day came around and she saw all these kids with her family but she, instead, was roaming around the streets because he own family decided she wasn’t worth it. “Isn’t it annoying? How they love to shove families down our throats?” She snarled. “Do they even know about how toxic some families can be?” 

woosik can understand her frustration as he stood before one of the signs with his hands down in his dark jeans pockets.”you would think that it’d settle, but it keeps growing and putting more things out this year as a reminder to the holidays.” his tone was deep as he’d stare to the sign before turning his head to look over to her. his own family never celebrated the holidays and if there were ever any celebrations, it would be over big sales or more on that side. “it’s mostly to target those that celebrate it to buy more things from their brand. -- you would think that they’d get the idea to make money off those that doesn’t celebrate it.”

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not much to say of what woosik was up to, but to run into this certain individual was something that he felt.. he would regret later on. she’s not something out of his worst nightmare - just her quirk as he would learn from chaos, when asking about her. she’s very pretty in terms of her style and baby face - he just doesn’t any qualms with her. “hey,” he’d call out to her, sitting upon a bench at the park as he’d watch her expression before sending an soft smirk. “i just wanted to talk to you - do you have time?” he raised an brow before lifting his blunt toward his lips to take a drag, letting the smoke fill his lungs before exhaling through his nostrils with ease.

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          𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄   house ; trying to get fresh air ,  these  were  all things her therapist had told her would be good for her. return to normalcy , was just another thing that was advised for her to do after her visit back. usually , it was only a check up ; make sure glitch hadn’t sent any screws loose. but of course, as one could imagine when you returned from being held in the governments care, there were slightly different things to discuss this time. and, it was with such words of advice, that sooji had found herself in the park. sitting at a table by herself.  mostly daydreaming if she were to be quite honest — waiting for some magical thing to happen . something that would suddenly make her feel better. unfortunately , it never came. but something else did. and it was out of the corner of her eye that she noticed the individual who set their belongings down relatively nearby.   simply watching him in silence, paranoia itching at her finger tips as she attempts to look elsewhere. to not pay him any mind. maybe she should just get up and leave. however, her therapists words echo in the back of her head. bringing her gaze back to him. she thinks about what she would have done just a couple months ago. normalcy.  with that, she concludes. she likely would have sparked up a conversation. so hesitantly, she does just that.  ❝ from lunars ??  ❞  she asks after found the courage to speak. pointing to the goods that appeared to be from a café.  ❝ a friend of mine works there. i’d say their coffee is probably the best around.  ❞ it’s small talk really. but she assumes it worth a try.   ❝ what did you get ??  ❞  

his gaze shifted upward to settle upon the being before him as she was asking too many questions for his concern to care. unsure to why she was asking questions to a complete stranger to begin with, but she wasn’t the first or last to do this - answering her questions as they came. “yep.” singular answer as he’d take a sip of his coffee with sitting down upon the bench before raising an brow in response to hearing of her friend to work there. “maybe she’s the one to make this one - it is pretty good, i’ll give you that.” his gaze shift from her down to the bags that contained his food, rubbing his hands together before moving his fingertips to rip the bags open to create an open ‘plate’ for him like so. her next question had him curious to why she’s so curious to begin with. “these two are sweet potato bread,” he’d redirect his pointer, index finger to point them out as he went. “this one has loaf of bread in it for me to use later today. - and this is espresso with cream, half a cup of milk, with sugar free smores syrup.” his index fingers and thumb pinch at the bread to tear it in half to hold one up for himself to take a bite off, chewing away as his dark gaze would settle upon her once again. “why are you curious?” his said with a blunt tone, mouth full - doesn’t care, as he found himself more curious now.

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Feeling the warmth of the sun upon his skin when stepping through the small island wasn’t something that he looked forward to, but more so the cafe in town as it held some of the most delicious bread that he could ever imagine. His mind felt hazy as if time stood still for previous reasons that he left at home, hands in the pocket of his open jacket as he’d step into the cafe to take in the scent of the coffee that filled the space. Awakening his senses - it was too early in the morning for this, but his quest for fresh, warm bread was the only thing he looked forward to in the morning. His stroll toward the counter then ordering two sweet potato bread along with a loaf of white bread and his coffee : an order of a large with two espresso shots then filled with half a cup of milk along with cream. Once he paid for his items and gathered the bag then his coffee, he was out the door without another word to stride down the street to where he would find the park in short distance. Unsure of who he would meet there, but some familiar faces came to the scene when walking into the park toward a table + bench to set his items down upon.

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*・°☆━ 『 CHOI SAN. TWENTY-THREE. CORPSE. 』Welcome to Hosu Isle! If you’re here that must mean you have a special quirk! I’m sure you’re confused and tired from traveling but please fill out this simple form! Okay? Great! Let’s get started! I, JUNG WOOSIK, have arrived at Hosu Isle because of my quirk called VENOM! I like to think of myself as someone who is  + CHARMING and OUTGOING along with being - PESSIMISTIC and DARING. I solemnly swear to respect all the laws and citizens of the island.

[ TW : DRUGS MENTION ; PHYSICAL ABUSE ; GANG RELATED ]

Born  in Gangnam, SK

His entire family ran with being affiliated with the gang

Raised around guns and drugs ; stumbled into drugs at the age of thirteen

His environment has definitely defined his upbringing as he was brought into the gang lifestyle and fought his way through to earn his keep as well

Underground fighter and fought for money this way

His father was pretty abusive as he grew up in that household along with his emotionally distant mother, who was more into drugs than her own son. He was a product of the two and more so - a regrettable one in their eyes, until he earned his keep to pay rent by fighting those in an underground club. His uncle was more of prideful that he has a nephew to show things and to do things with - but he never did question or mention of the bruises - as his parents went through similar cycles.

He was out on his own at sixteen when getting jumped with a small group of six for defeating one of their good friends in a few rounds - which got beat up pretty bad that the said friend had to go to the hospital for his very sore - but not broken jaw

He was always a loner and girls flock around him like fleas attracted to dirty fur ; which is why he was never really lonely in spite of that ; also had his fair share of underneath the sheets with some men too, he doesn’t mind either field

He learned of his quirk early in age and never really minded it as it got him out of situations which he chose to stop running from as he got older

He’s very reckless in decision making and he doesn’t give two fucks about most people unless he’s decided on ok this person, i will protect, like Chaos

He’s been on the island for three years now and he’s known most of his way ‘round the island - which is how he got into contact with a filthy doctor in the slums that can give him prescriptions to keep his addiction going steadily ( w/ sexual favors intact )

He’s not used to having good amount of money at one section because as he did, he would run that puppy out with alcohol and good fun, but there was one favorite hobby of his that he would save money for : car racing ; which is something he was also grown good from a young age - thanks to his uncle teaching him to drive at first then watching him as he drove like so

He never had serious relationships and more of just short, open ones as he wasn’t opposed to them ; he just never really.... understood how a serious relationship is like, to feel domesticated and such in that route ; most of them were usually just drug-related, abundance of sex, and merely more of having fun

He’s middle class - which is even more weird for him to have a good home in place and gaining money from the government. he does not trust the government at all - he literally hates them for ripping him from his life, even with the good aspects that comes with it.

Still pretty much of a loner with some friends, but his best friend is Chaos - he can enjoy himself around the other and not hold back as much for reason

Music Inspo for him + personality inspo : Corpse Husband

WANTED CONNECTIONS

Best Friend ; TAKEN BY CHAOS.

Hookups ( Guys / Girls / Nonbin ) ; Self explanatory that we can plot out easily.

Sibling Relationship ; someone he bickers with easily like the two don’t like each other, but grew attached in feeling he should be protective over her like a big brother would be over his little sibling

Drug Buddies ; someone he gets weed from and smokes with - can plot more on this to what they get and so on

Car Racing Buddy ; someone that is also good at car racing and they like to bet between the two on keep testing on who can win or who is better, all in good fun

Neighbors ; someone that either hates him or wonder what he’s like, wondering why his apartment always smells like strong weed and so on

Possible Interest ( Guy / Girl / Nonbin ) ; someone that has caught his eye and intrigues him, but I want this to happen naturally with chem instead of plotting it out, but if you think this could be your bb bean then let’s chat about it and see what could blossom from the two!

Enemies ; Maybe someone he knows from SK that he dislikes or could be someone on the island as well

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‘THANXX’ Official MV — SAN

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YES SIR

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Gourmet San # 1

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