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Random Zen hedcanons:

From the time he 'almost died' in a motorcycle accident, he has a bone in his right leg that healed wonky. It usually doesn't bother him much, but very slight overexertion, and it starts causing him pain (like Little Mermaid stepping on knives typa situation). Doctors say it isn't dangerous, he just has to be gentle with it. Guess who isn't gentle with it and powers through hours upon hours of dancing through pain.

Has insanely high pain tolerance.

He's albinistic, and all of his life has been considered 'exotic', resulting in the 'special treatment' he has been getting. Thanks to the early interventions provided by his family of successful people, his vision has been mostly unimpaired, as for the general health, he massively lucked out. But he's bound to feel the effects of his combined condition and lifestyle fairly soon.

Unlike Saeyoung, he actually much prefers to be called Zen, including by friends and lovers. The name is the one he chose for himself, signifying his life is his. 'Hyun' is loaded with too many bad memories for him to ever be fully comfortable with it. He will probably officially change it.

His narcissism is his desperate attempt at fixing his crippling feeling of inadequacy, which dictates basically his entire life. Without this mechanism, he is extremely dependent on external validation, and any minor rejection causes his entite identity to crumble. Him overworking himself and paying no mind to his health are something of a socially acceptable self-harm method: he must do anything it takes to be liked at all times.

Addiction runs in his family, in forms of various social acceptability. This boy's workaholism is not cute and NOT harmless. He's been tempted to try drugs to keep up his performance, but managed to refrain (even though his many acquaintances from his teenage delinquent days did NOT help). For the same reason, he also has inclinations towards codependency.

He actually has very few clothes, but he has learned to style them differently to always look like a new outfit. He also LOVES thrift shopping. He rarely buys, being very picky of quality and fit, but he does a lot of trying on and gets inspiration for new outfit ideas.

He can fight, and he knows where to hit, but he has learned that the correct tactic is to hit and run.

As a boy, he's been used by older thugs, which is a big part of why he never accepts any help in his life and prefers to do everything on his own. He has learned the hard way that help comes with strings attached.

His outlook on masculinity is also greatly informed by his delinquent years (and having been molested and assaulted back then), and this is something that takes him a while to unlearn.

He's bi, he knows it, and is trying his best to forget. He's had the absolute worst godawful experience with men. His first real broken heart was another teenage delinquent (he lost his virginity to him, too, in a very power-imbalanced and dubiously consensual situation, so it was a mess). He was forced and harassed by adult men as a boy. He's been hit on pretty aggressively by women too, but it never got as bad or dangerous as the men. In general, in his tender age, his relationships with males were always too adult, too sexual, and not emotional and warm enough (which is sort of expected in gangs, where any hint of deviation from traditional heterosexual masculinity, or being seen as anyhow 'emasculated' could have you dead). Besides, he was always younger and more vulnerable. He's very wary of men because of that, and pretty internalized-homophobic.

He has the UGLIEST snorting contagious laugh, he sounds like a seagull, like a rusty door hinge, like a car horn, like a hydraulic press. His laugh is funnier than any jokes.

#Yoosung likes to leave Zen little lovebites too #but he's too worried of putting Zen in uncomfortable situations #Zen would LOVE him to go crazy with it #but Yoosung is a little ball of worry #mystic messenger #mystic messenger zen #hyun ryu #ryu hyun

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Random Yoosung headcanons:

Has the cutest moles on his face. And body. Just a lot of moles in general.

Sleeps in pyjamas always.

He expresses his feelings exactly the way he feels them, and while they may sound cheesy, that is only because they are really this big and dramatic. He does honest to god react to everything.

More empathetic than is good for him. Always thinks of others' feelings before his own.

He is VERY not squeamish. Like, blood, shit, pus, wounds, bugs, dirt, — you name it, he can handle it. Yes, he's a medical student/medical professional, a veterinarian in the making, which kind of forces him to learn that, but he's just generally not squeamish.

He's also into trying things for himself before forming opinions, even weird things.

At the same time, he's a huge softie, and he can absolutely NOT tolerate any human-inflicted violence. He will not watch horror or (realistic) war movies, he becomes absolutely devastated after treating animals traumatized by humans, and if he sees someone hurting someone else, if he doesn't rush to intervene he beats himself up about it forever.

He's very body positive in that he's completely fine with all the things the human body does (blood, fat, sweat, hair, you name it), but also in that he romanticises everything about his beloved people: he finds their features beautiful because they're theirs.

He always feels like he isn't doing enough. His parents never really told him he was good (they didn't want to spoil him) or supported his emotions (boys don't cry), then came Rika, then RFA, and basically all his life he's been surrounded by people who were better than him. And he just grew up without really feeling like he was good at anything. Because of this, he's dependent on instant gratification and prone to debilitating depressive episodes, and this is partially the same place his self-sacrifice comes from. Raised on heroic media, he feels that the only way for him to ever do something that counts is to sacrifice himself.

He thrives on others' encouragement, and he's always craved it from his parents, but the attention they would give him was mostly nagging and punishments, so he internalized that love is pain, people hurt those they love, and that, most importantly, you need to deserve love.

His learned reaction to danger is fawning. When he is mistreated, his default course of action is to smile and take it. If he does ever get offended, it's on the others' behalf. It takes him a while to unlearn.

Forever remains far from traditional masculinity, and learns to embrace that fact.

Extremely loving and tender in bed. He likes pleasing more than he likes being pleased. In general, lovemaking to him is about emotions and connection, an expression of love, and orgasms are mainly a sweet bonus.

He likes his hair being pet and his scalp being touched. Having his hair washed is an absolutely heavenly experience for him.

Over the years dyeing his hair, he has developed an interest in hairdressing, so he would wash/braid/dye others' hair with pleasure.

#yes those lovebites are left by Zen #Zen always leaves him a TON of lovebites all over his body #and they're large and messy #he particularly likes leaving them in visible places like his neck (and collarbones in the summer) #mystic messenger #yoosung #yoosung kim #kim yoosung

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Sur sa lèvre tant de gaieté

Another idea: find you someone who looks at you the way Zen looks at his anxious depressed people-pleasing disaster boyfriend.

Zen is a simple man, really. Whenever Yoosung's hands are anywhere near his face, they will be kissed, and there's no doing anything about it.

#zensung #yoozen #hyun ryu #mystic messenger zen #mystic messenger #mysmes #mysme

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Watch me try out my new tablet by doing what? Drawing Yoozens!

This is them during the latest self-indulgent lil fic. Poor Yoosung, he doesn’t know he’s beautiful head to toe.

#mystic messenger #yoozen #zensung #yoosung kim #hyun ryu #kim yoosung #mystic messenger zen #mysmes #ryu hyun #yoosung

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Okay, I fixed Zen's face now, I promise I'm leaving this piece alone now and moving on

Pietà

Ride away, ride away Baby we will ride Sleep upon my shoulder With a bullet in your side

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Pietà

Ride away, ride away Baby we will ride Sleep upon my shoulder With a bullet in your side

#where are they going? #what happened? #who knows! #yoozen #zensung #mystic messenger #yoosung kim #hyun ryu #kim yoosung #mystic messenger zen #yoosung

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Run your hands through my hair

'Cause I'm the child that's so defiled,

Cleanse me, wash me upside down,

Turning, and turning, and turning, and turning

To keep it from hollowing out,

'Cause I'm the

Ruiner,

Ruiner,

Ruiner,

Ruiner,

that's not good enough, that's not good enough

that's not good enough, that's not, that's

‘You’ll have to deliver a message to your higher-ups. Will you do that for me?’

Zen’s breath hitches, his shaky, weak, disobedient arms try to fight — in vain. Then comes a click, then cold steel against his forehead.

‘There, there.’

A hand under his jaw, so mockingly gentle. Then it grabs, painful pressure where his teeth are clenched behind his cheeks — they unclench past his will, and horror pools in his abdomen.

A thick, calloused thumb between his lips, between his teeth.

‘Don’t you dare bite.’

The steel is warming up against his forehead, and he’s too terrified to even try to look up at it.

His breath is short, shallow, he can’t get in enough air in the premonition of what’s to come. Little, stifled gurgles escape his throat past his will — he sounds so helpless. There’s a laugh above him. He doesn’t look up. His stare is locked in front of him — he squeezes his eyes shut, but his eyelids are transparent, and he’s forced to look, forced to see. Another little gurgle — almost pleading, is he pleading? Pleading with this entity, this thing between his teeth, against his forehead?

He draws a sharp, shaky inhale. The wait is scarier. The sound of metal against metal — zipper. He wants to look away. He cannot.

The hand squeezes his jaw, presses on the joint, forces it loose.

Zen tries to stifle the sound, but it slips out, a squeak, almost a sob.

Then the thumb escapes his mouth, replaced immediately with — something else.

The smell is overwhelming, making it even harder to breathe. 

The hand is on the back of his head now.

If he bites down…

The steel is warm against his forehead.

‘Good boy.’

And then he lunges, he rips through disgusting flesh, he climbs the wet skeleton up to his freedom, clawing at meat, screaming, screaming, screaming —

‘Zen-ie!’

Everything is gone, and as he opens his eyes, everything comes back: himself, sitting up on the soft bed, his wet, sweaty back, his hair, clinging to his face, his sore throat, dread like nausea in the pit of his stomach.

A voice.

A pair of warm hands.

‘Zen-ie…’

He turns his head, he focuses.

He registers his own breath — shallow, wheezing, erratic.

He registers the face: big eyes, different, mismatched; thick eyebrows; small upturned nose; the worried line of the lips.

Moles like stars.

He registers his own wet cheeks.

A hand reaches to his face — he catches it. It’s soft, warm, it rests in his. Nails cut too short, little healing scratches.

Yoosung.

‘Zen-ie, it’s okay.’

His voice: soft, quiet. Alarmed.

His flat.

His lover.

His fortress, his nest, his haven.

It’s okay.

Zen releases his hand. His shoulders are suddenly heavy. His fists clench involuntarily. He curls up, presses the heels of his palms into his eyes — and he cries, he weeps, he bawls, not even holding back ragged, wretched sobs.

There’s a little shuffling by his side, then an arm wraps around him, a hand squeezes his shoulder. Something presses into his hair.

A kiss.

His kiss.

‘It’s okay. I’m here. I’m with you.’

The tender hands are softly pulling him in, closer.

‘Come here. Come. It’s me.’

Yes, fuck, it���s him. Yoosungie. It's his Yoosungie.

His lifeline.

His love.

Giving in to the gentle nudge, Zen unravels — his nose buries into the warm shoulder, his arms wrap around the small frame before him, he grasps so tightly, like a drowning man grasps at a straw.

He feels the grasp in response. An arm wraps around his head, covering him.

‘It’s okay. It’s all okay. I’m here.’

Zen sobs into his shoulder, letting a stifled wail escape.

He doesn’t know.

He wants him to know.

This is getting so big within him. It’s getting impossible to carry alone. Before, he would hate his own guts for daring to think this way.

He knows better now.

He cries into Yoosung, cradles him, strokes his back.

Grateful.

One of these days, he’s going to let him know. He’s going to show him this: disgusting, humiliating, painful. He’s going to show him himself: defiled, robbed, dirty, — and weak, so weak.

Zen nuzzles into the crook of Yoosung’s neck, breathing him in, breathing his comfort, his safety.

He can trust him with this.

That much he knows.

#yoozen #zensung #mystic messenger #mysmes #yoosung kim #kim yoosung #yoosung #hyun ryu #ryu hyun #mystic messenger zen

[itsdrawingmen]

'Get loved, idiot' - Zen, probably

#Yoosung touching Zen's shaved armpit: will you stop... for me?.. #yoozen #zensung #mystic messenger #yoosung #yoosung kim #kim yoosung #mystic messenger zen #hyun ryu #ryu hyun

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Find you someone who looks at you the way Yoosung looks at his repressed disaster boyfriend. He could have done much better if he wanted to. Thankfully, he has no taste.

#gay people your honour! #homosexuals even #(bisexuals actually) #I know that the written out universe only has them do a botched first try #but in my mind they're fucking lovingly #good for them honesty #good for them #mystic messenger #yoozen #zensung #yoosung kim #hyun ryu #kim yoosung #ryu hyun #mystic messenger zen

[itsdrawingmen]

Back to the regularly scheduled Yoozen mush!

#mystic messenger #yoozen #zensung #yoosung kim #mysmes #hyun ryu #kim yoosung #mystic messenger zen #ryu hyun

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Ecce Homo

(bad ending 3)

If I was the one drawing CGs for Mystic Messenger, it would be curtains for all of you. I used not one, but two different Ecce Homo's as reference, possibly 3 if you count the Vibes I borrowed from Caravaggio.

I would like to formally thank @crybabysunflower for strutting into my DMs and singlehandedly giving me a whole new type of brainrot <3

#mystic messenger #mysmes #kim yoosung #yoosung kim #saeran choi #choi saeran #i gave Saeran a broken nose which I love but you can't even see it well #also #religious imagery? #in MY fanart? #it's more likely than you think!

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Hey I am the same anon who came up with the headcannon (or maybe partially cannon) that yoosung can sing and has a sweet voice and to be honest

I would like both fics and headcannon posts and basically EVERYTHING related to it. Let your imagination run wild I really love your work

Secondly rn i cannot find the chat where he mentions that he was in a band but I will try to find it as soon as i get time. Cuz I CLEARLY remember seeing that but now it feels like some sort of Mandela effect. I hope its not mandela effect😭😭😭😭

Ooh, lovely anon, so basically my headcanons are as follows:

Yoosung’s story of artistic endeavours is a little similar to Zen’s in that his parents never took it seriously because you can’t monetize it consistently, or they perceive it as something you must have ‘talent’ to do. Yoosung is not extraordinary, so they’re dismissive. So all he can do, he’s mostly self-taught, with some inconsistent help from especially sweet teachers

He’s extremely embarrassed, especially in front of Zen who’s a professional

Singing is one of his ways of dealing with strong emotions. He picks songs with lyrics that resonate and pours his soul out

He was in a band, so he definitely has a good ear and a sense of rhythm, better than he gives himself credit for, but because he doesn’t have a formal education, he’s self-conscious. In the band, he sang and played percussion.

And also, you're in luck, because I put together a little something - it's more of a 'sketch' honestly, but I like it, so let's leave it here.

The house feels like home, Zen thinks as he passes around it.

His gaze brushes habitually across the textures of the wall, across the familiar cracks, then the ancient graffiti. He stops at the spot, and can almost imagine the heels of his sneakers falling into place, as if there is a slot for them. He smiles. The habituality feels good. The house feels like home. The more now that there’s a light in his windows, poking just over the asphalt.

It’s his favourite place to smoke: behind the house, right by his own windows. Out of the way, away from the prying eyes, where he would only bother himself. Zen pulls out the pack of cigarettes and the lighter. I will quit, he tells himself. One of these days. Yes, definitely one of these days.

The little light flickers, summoned by his fingers. Zen lights up the cigarette and takes a drag.

Then he hears it, rising from down below, quiet still, but his ear catches it immediately.

The voice.

Zen turns his head. The kitchen window is open into the warm spring air.

The light means Yoosung.

The voice.

He lowers down until he is crouching and bates his breath. Yes, there is no doubt. Yoosung is singing.

He can hear the running water and the clinking dishes faintly, and over them, the voice rises, timid at first, then louder and louder, little by little, until it opens heartily into a refrain.

‘Healing, o-oh! Healing, touching, for living!’

That’s such an old song, how does he even know it? He puts so much heart in that refrain, the choice of song is definitely not random. He knows it, no, more than that, he feels it.

Yoosung’s voice betrays a trembly vibrato in the verse. His breathing is wrong, Zen thinks. A normal mistake. He needs to use his belly. He forces it, just a little, but it’s so easily fixed.

He has such a nice voice, though, he can’t help but notice. It’s soft and mellow, on the tenor side — just a tiny bit rough around the edges, evidently untrained, but still already so good. Zen takes a drag of his cigarette and closes his eyes as he exhales. Yoosung’s voice is clear, stable on the notes, if a little inconsistent with the breath, but that gives it charm. After all, the song itself almost asks for it.

He plays around the phrase, his voice growing in confidence.

‘Healing, and help is coming.’

He has a sweet accent, too.

Where did you learn to sing, Yoosungie?

He puts out the cigarette on the asphalt and finds his jar to throw the butt in. Rises quietly, as if not to disturb. Yoosung’s voice has grown, bloomed in confidence, covering the hum of the running water.

‘And so, we need it, all I know, we need it, and so…’

Such an old song. He remembers trying it by ear on his guitar. The strings were so bad, but he had no money for new ones. Healing, he sang, touching. Did he believe, then, that healing and help were coming?

He hasn’t played in so long. He feels his fingertips itch. Will Yoosung sing if he plays?

Quiet, stupid heart.

He doesn’t want to think why his chest feels so full, so fluttery.

He steps springily away, passes around the house that feels like home. Opens the door, descends the stairs. Puts the key into the keyhole as quietly as he can. Presses the doorknob so slowly, so carefully.

As he opens the door, the flat is filled with the voice. He sings something else now, but something even more familiar — Zen knows this song, he remembers singing it for an audition. He remembers his director calling him, telling him he has got the role. ‘Even though the song choice was godawful,’ he told him then.

A good song.

A sad song.

A song about love.

It suits Yoosung’s voice so well, or maybe he just sings it so heartfelt.

He locks the door, he’s slow, quiet. But his chest can no longer contain his voice. He covers the last few steps till the kitchen, and then he joins in.

Then, the song stops, abruptly, leaving Zen hanging. Yoosung turns around sharply, Zen meets his gaze: a little lost, a little glazed, a little bewildered.

‘Hey,’ he says. ‘Why’d you stop?’

‘Z-Zen?’

‘You never told me you had such a cool voice.’

A blush creeps over Yoosung’s cheeks.

‘I… oh, it’s… nothing, really…’

‘Come on, I wanted to sing, too.’

‘Go on…’

Zen huffs, smiles.

‘Come on. Sing with me.’

He's curious now. He wants to know how they will sound. Yoosung’s wet hand reaches up, runs through his hair.

‘Oh, I’m not… I don’t sound well…’

‘You do. Come on. I love that song, indulge me.’

Yoosung smiles awkwardly, apologetically.

‘I’ll ruin it for you.’

‘Try me.’

Zen comes up to the table and leans on it.

‘Come on. Start. I’ll join.’

Yoosung’s smile grows even more helpless.

‘Are you sure?’

‘Deffo.’

Yoosung hesitates for a moment more. Then clears his throat. Zen encourages him with a smile and a nod. Yoosung turns away, stops the running water.

There is a long moment of silence. And then he sings.

And Zen lets him have that verse, then takes a breath and joins in.

His voice is lower, and it supports Yoosung’s so well. They blend together nicely, Zen thinks. Make a good duet. Needs a little polishing, but undoubtedly a good duet. Yoosung turns around to face him slowly, and Zen sees a little smile blooming on his face.

‘You were in love with someone else, but I just wanted you to stay by my side…’

He feels Yoosung’s voice jump off of his own, finally finding a solid base, growing stronger off him. The gaze of Yoosung’s different eyes travels up to fix on Zen’s.

‘You were more beautiful than anyone else, it hurts that I can’t even hold you in my arms…’

Zen has to look away. There’s something in Yoosung’s gaze, in Yoosung’s voice, that reaches deep into him, deeper than he wants to let him.

‘It hurts…’

He allows himself to play with modifications, and Yoosung’s voice holds the melody steady. He has done this before, Zen thinks. It’s impossible he has such a good ear without any learning or practice.

He tries not to think about that something in his gaze.

He honestly tries.

‘I won’t ask anymore, I won’t hope anymore.’

He finally dares to look at Yoosung, at his eyes, now closed as he pours his heart out into the song. He watches him sing, and he notices all the overforced notes, all the oversqueezed falsettos, but still somehow it all falls together into something so honest, so brutal — so perfect. A blue vein pulses on Yoosung’s throat, bulging as he puts effort in, and Zen catches himself transfixed. Yoosung is out of breath now, but he still holds the note before opening his eyes and meeting Zen’s gaze.

‘It hurts…’

Zen is silent. Yoosung’s voice, soft, mellow again, fills the kitchen air, seeps through Zen’s very heart before dissolving.

Then, Zen raises his hands and claps.

We should do this again sometime, he thinks. I should play, you should sing. I will pick up and learn your favourite songs, and I’ll tell you how to breathe with the belly. You’ll tell me where you’ve done this before.

But as Yoosung’s different eyes are fixed on him, and the aftermath of his song still rings through the beige kitchen, all Zen does is simply stand and clap.

#also we definitely should take this to main #I want to keep drawingmen the art blog #yoozen #zensung #mystic messenger

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Hi i really really love your artwork and your stories of zensung. But i kinda wanna ask you something. Its a sort of a request.

Recently i came across the youtube channel of Shim Gyuhyuk (Yoosung's VA) who often posts song covers. Besides this, canonically Yoosung was in a band back in his school days. And these two factors make me headcannon that Yoosung can sing and he has a sweet voice.

Besides as we know Zen who is also someone kind of involved in the music industry (ofc he is not a kpop idol per say but he does have to sing alot in his career).

This makes me imagine Zen's reaction to Yoosung's singing voice and perhaps both men eventually having jam sessions now and then

Btw for a reference this is how Shim Gyuhyuk sings

https://youtu.be/eHrSrLlRweA?si=Jn9-LJ0NJ3dEZhPn

https://youtu.be/MQZ_NzhdpbI?si=07TGjZ1JthyFe70k

https://youtu.be/KSWR1i8fj_Q?si=CiJqs1Uh7Ab61SNg

https://youtu.be/Ec3UTNUlHwE?si=rXSrsW01Y3lEGV6U

OOOOOOOOH, lovely anon, you're definitely giving me plot chickens!!!! I heard that duet you sent before, and the 'Little Kitty', and I honestly immensely enjoy Shim Gyuhyuk's voice, both speaking and singing, and isn't there a canon lullaby Yoosung sings?! I listened to it (didn't get it in game, sadly), and it makes me so unimaginably softe every time?! My mind is already running wild, and I have to stop myself to ask: do you want a fic? Or do you want a ramble and a scroll of headcanons? OR do you wanna ramble together?! I'll be proud and a little bit embarrassed to do all of them!

If you don't mind, may I ask, though, where is it mentioned that Yoosung was in a band??? I definitely remember him writing poetry, and him being a social butterfly, but that part I either missed somewhere, or maybe just didn't get to that (I still have a little ways to go in terms of all the content)

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I just wanted to put them in these tees, and then I wanted to give them funky outfits, and then this sorta just came together. I wanted the tees the other way around, but you just know Zen would start getting his panties in a bunch.

Okay, so headcanon time:

Yoosung's sprites and official art see him mostly wearing slimmer-fitting stuff, and looking reasonably clean-cut unless he's at home - less normal and boring than before uni, but still pretty toned down. After all, he's been taught to be proper. However, his striped tees and colourful pins already appear as a kind of style search, as does his little layering that he has going on most of the time. After he loses sight in his left eye and spirals into depression, he loses a lot of weight and finds that all of his clothes now hang on him and are way too big. At first, he just tries to hide in all that fabric, wearing stuff on top of one another to cocoon in, then it becomes more of a search for comfort, trying to get at least a little of the physical touch that he craves in this way. Somewhere along the way he realizes that the loose chunky layers feel really good and comfortable, and he begins actually liking the look of them. He also starts stacking accessories, mostly bracelets, also as a physical reassurance. This change in style marks his drift from his family's control, supported and encouraged by Zen (who is a little overprotective because he's projecting, but also because he gets a firsthand glimpse into what Yoosung's parents are like and realizes that's No Way To Live). He embraces a lot of his nonconformity here, and becomes way more comfortable in his skin. He does still wear slimmer fits, especially shirts (because now he has all the physical reassurance he needs), but his clothes become way more feel-good, relaxed, and funky.

Zen, for his part, goes through several different phases. When he runs away from home at the ripe old age of fourteen, he's trying his best to look adult and accentuate what little muscle he has, so he's constantly wearing skin-tight tees and jeans (some of them becoming so tight for the sole reason that he's outgrowing them). Then puberty plays a very funny joke by giving him hips before it gives him shoulders, and he gets his first actual leather biking jacket, with the help from the guy responsible for too many of his firsts. At that point Zen is still quite skinny, soft, and fragile, and his attempts at masculinity are childish. After being abandoned (again) by the person he loves, he starts his journey of hardening up and growing a carapace, which reflects on his style becoming way stiffer and more leather. Of course, he has little choice because he mostly survives on hand-me-downs, but those worn-out too-big too-stiff clothes make him feel better. This especially spikes after a certain event that he doesn't really talk about, when he completely stops appearing in public with his jacket unzipped. Then, after some drifting, he finally finds people he can trust and starts spending more time on actually pursuing his dream than trying to just barely survive. At that point he enters a new phase where he starts craving normalcy. His style becomes way simpler and more toned down. He chooses mostly soft, pliable clothes, nothing tight and nothing loose, no unusual cuts, mostly monochrome. He has very few clothes and he picks and chooses them to match in all combinations. And that stays true up until Yoosung's presence in Zen's flat (and heart) introduces colour into his wardrobe (and life). Zen is still more into classics, at least in terms of cuts, but he becomes more likely to pick an outlandish accent colour or texture. He's not big on accessories, unless it's something Yoosung gives him, in which case he always wears it in secret, close to skin under his clothes.

#yoozen #zensung #mystic messenger #yoosung kim #kim yoosung #hyun ryu #ryu hyun #mystic messenger zen

[itsdrawingmen]

Oh, kiss me like the final meal, Yeah, kiss me like we die tonight

#So major headcanon #Yoosung is definitely trying to find his own style #but old habits die hard #he was taught to be proper (at least to keep up appearances) #and so he never wears a shirt over bare body #Sometimes it's just the classic tee and shirt look #but from time to time he wears vests #and Zen finds it unimaginably hot #yoozen #zensung #mystic messenger #mysmes #kim yoosung #yoosung kim #hyun ryu #ryu hyun #mystic messenger zen

[itsdrawingmen]

Not a question just wanted to say your art is awesome and I love the vibe! Really cool colors and brushwork, keep up the great work its really delightful !!

Ahhhh thank you so much!! <3 <3 It's so heartening to hear from folks that they like it im :,) ily

#i draw and write for the audience of one and a half people but I LOVE them and cherish them #if anything happened to them i would kill everyone in the room and then myself

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#no idea where this would be in my timeline because in my post-canon yoozens don't have a good relationship with chois for obvious reasons #let's imagine some time later the chois actually sorted out their shit and they could all sit down and talk #mystic messenger #yoozen #zensung #kim yoosung #yoosung kim #mystic messenger zen #hyun ryu #ryu hyun