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#♔ || verse three (arc two).
jeoseungsaja · 1 year
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*   EMOTIONAL BAGGAGE ( HYUK / ARC TWO. )
bold  whatever  applies  to  your  muse.   italicize the  things  that  only   somewhat apply / are verse dependent.   REPOST ,   DON’T  REBLOG.
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been cheated on  |  been bullied  |  had your heart broken  |  broken someone’s heart  |  told a horrible lie  |  been betrayed  |  been framed / set-up  | stolen something of value |  overdosed on drugs  |  been drunk  |  cheated  |  bullied | been publicly humiliated  |   punched someone in the face |  been beaten up |  broken a bone  |  been admitted to a hospital  | put someone in the hospital  | had a near - death experience  | been drugged  |  done drugs  |  smoked   |  been arrested |  been homeless |  been forced to commit a crime  |  died and came back to life  |  kissed someone you weren’t attracted to   | bled severely  | killed someone  | been forced to kill someone | had an attempt on your life |  made an attempt on your own life  |  lost someone  | loved someone  |  watched a loved one die  | failed to save / help a loved one | felt helpless |  watched your world die / disappear  |  had your life’s work stolen /  destroyed | gone without food for over three days  | gone without sleep for over three days  | been tortured / questioned  |  been shot | been stabbed  |  been poisoned  |  been held prisoner | been trapped |  been buried alive  |  been held hostage  | held someone hostage  | been stuck in a different world / universe / time  |  been abused by someone who should have loved / appreciated / valued you  | had a panic attack  |  had night terrors  |  been in a car accident  |  lost your job  | lost a fight |  had sex with a stranger |  been divorced  |  been abandoned  |  passed out from pain |  cried yourself to sleep  |  spent a whole day in bed  | hurt yourself | taken your anger out on yourself |  taken your anger out on someone you love  | been used | been manipulated | felt used  | manipulated someone else |  had your memories / mind wiped / stolen or tampered with  |  been taken over by a hostile force  | been terrified |  played a cruel game on someone  | been forced to smile  | felt too many things at once |  laughed when you felt like crying  | been in denial  | been denied  | faced your demons
Tagged by. @ofgentleresolve ordered pain, thank you :’)  Tagging: @mythvoiced | @astremourante | @derelictsouls | @eclavigne | @guttersniper | @interxstitial​ | @kamipyre​ | @tewwor​ | @wellfell​ & anyone who wishes to do this one!! 
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jeoseungsaja · 2 years
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🍸 + "what do you need to move on?" ( for hyuk in arc two 🥺 but i also know that's gonna get realll sad- feel free to skip any if all of them, alex!! and please have a wonderful day too <3 )
@ofgentleresolve ♚ from x.
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    Sitting on the stairs that lead to his shabby office, a bottle of clear liquor is latched to his scarred hand. He usually doesn’t drink like this, prefers to use his sorrows as fuel to catch the justice he so ardently seeks. However, there are days where he finds himself in some kind of profound, oceanic hole without an exit; struggling to climb up and feel the air that his lungs so desperately need. These moments feel like heavy bricks attached to his ankles, dragging him toward deep sea; moments where his memories hurt more than giving him any kind of solace; moments where he knows his friend is a ghost and fervently wishes he wasn’t (but that’s not going to make Patrick rise out of his grave, is it?). 
   A hiccup, he tries to stand up and stumbles a little; long arm managing to get looped around the dilapidated rail. God, he hates this. Hates that the alcohol does nothing to numb the emotions bubbling within him; hates that the bottle is only making him more prone to speak about the things he’s been saving up since forever; hates that he feels helpless --- hates that he misses him so much, the yearning alone could burn an entire hole in his heart; pierce it permanently. 
   Stubborn as a mule, he still fights to walk down the stairs as a question echoes through. Who’s asking this? Who’s saying it? Is it his own head or is it someone who managed to see him in this shameful state? Suki is supposed to be back at his apartment to get some sleep; Jae-Hwan left about three hours ago --- there shouldn’t be anyone else around here but him and his heavy heart; him and this doltish idea of getting drunk. Feet get dragged on the last block of stairs and when he lets go of the rail, he has to lean in and support himself on the dirty windowsill. Fingers dig into the stained wood; a hand leaving the bottle on the window’s stool. 
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   What do you need to move on? Can he even do it? Move on from losing someone he knew and loved for years? Move on from the lack of justice his best friend was given? Move on from experiencing misery that seems to portray an immense valley with drained flowers and vicious tentacles that keep extending themselves? Will there be a day where he doesn’t feel like this? Where he doesn’t latch onto a specific file that he’s re-read a thousand times; where he doesn’t stare with ache at the Lily of the Valley sitting near his desk, where he doesn’t graze the tattoo engraved inside his wrist with a close-lipped simper that wishes to break into tears. 
    There he goes again, trembling fingers pulling his sleeve down, if only to see the permanent drawing sitting on his skin --- an ode to him; an important piece he will always carry with him. 
    Until the end, and then a little more.
   “Maybe...a new...a new heart or...a new brain, I--I don’t know.” 
    He has to, one day, right? One day. He knows Patrick wouldn’t like him to sink like this --- he was always his anchor, the one who cheered him on. But it’s just...tough. Even after all these years. Losing him wasn’t easy and so, moving on isn’t easy, either. 
   “Sometimes I’m...waiting to wake up from a long nightmare. Hoping that...it’s just that, all of this. A nightmare. But it’s real, it’s all real---” 
    Even if his head sometimes plays tricks on him, he’s aware of this sour, stinging reality. His jaw clenches; hand brusquely moving to let the bottle drop onto the floor. It shatters into humid pieces, staining the floor. He breathes through his nose; closes his eyes. 
   “The people who did this to him...they need to pay. They need to get what they truly deserve. And I...I won’t rest until that happens. May--maybe then, I’ll be able to move on.” 
   Maybe.    Perhaps.    Who knows.
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jeoseungsaja · 1 year
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# ( hyurick, but make it black knight verse....lmao i like pain 🥲 )
@ofgentleresolve ♚ from x.
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what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone:
최현태 (Choi Hyun-Tae). He practically made up this name as to not blatantly put ‘The Black Knight’ in there because, well, that’d be too suspicious. It’s also funny that he was...sort of meticulous about which name to choose --- Choi was really a random last name he thought about in the spot, but ‘Hyun’ means ‘dark, mysterious’ whilst ‘Tae’ means ‘big, great’. Great mystery. 
what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone
None.
what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone
Default ringtone. He doesn’t bother on putting personalized ringtones anymore; nor does he have any other ringtone (except for one) that could lead to know about his preferences. 
my muse’s last text to your muse
[✉️ 10:30PM] : I have the file, let’s meet.  [✉️ 10:30PM] : Not in my office, though. There’s someone suspicious outside. I think they’re watching. [✉️ 10:30PM] : I’ll send the address over.
♔ || BONUS - PATRICK’S OLD PHONE NUMBER
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what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone:
대야  (Dae-yah).
what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone
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what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone
SHINEE’s “Good Evening”. It’s the only personalized ringtone he hasn’t taken off. He knows it’s not going to ring, anyway 😭. 
my muse’s last text to your muse
SENT FIVE YEARS AGO: [✉️ 11:00PM] : Are you okay? Please call me when you can, Dae-yah. [✉️ 12:23AM] : Please, at least let me know that you’re doing well. Anything will do.  [✉️ 1:30AM] : I just received news about you. They’re lying, right? They must be ATTEMPT THREE YEARS AGO: [✉️ UNSENT] : They weren’t lying. I wish they were. ATTEMPT TWO MONTHS AGO: [✉️ UNSENT] : I miss you.
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jeoseungsaja · 1 year
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What's your role in a tragic play?
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bold protagonist
you're the star of the show, baby! and boy does that come with a lot of emotional turmoil. you have a seemingly endless supply of determination. whether you have a lot of goals, or one big one, you're constantly working towards it. you're pretty restless, and struggle with imposter syndrome and generally feeling like you should be doing more. your insecurity might not be immediately obvious to others, however, as you come across as very strong and bold. vulnerability is not your strong suit, and that's likely to be your downfall. if only you had just let people in, and asked for help... well, maybe this was always gonna be a tragedy.
TAGGED BY: @rippleofwords TAGGING: @astremourante | @mythvoiced | @ofgentleresolve (How about K? 👀) | @eclavigne & whoever wishes to do this one!!
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jeoseungsaja · 2 years
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I am convinced that Hyuk, when speaking in English, sometimes uses adjectives that sound unconsciously elegant-ish or decorous --- not much because he aims to speak in a proper way (honestly, he could care less about this IHWEDIHWDE)  but because a lot of what he knows about the language, he learned it through his best friend, Patrick, who happens to be not only a very avid reader and Literature professor, but also, speaks in a formal manner more often than not. ALSO, since he spends a lot of time with him (perhaps not physically due to them living in different countries but, y’know, phone calls and texts count) there are some ways of speaking that he’s subconsciously grasped through Patrick and added to his repertoire of phrases or expressions. 
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jeoseungsaja · 2 years
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When he hears the sirens, the Black Knight knows his cue to disappear. ANACHRON knows it’s their cue too, slipping back into the shadows, yet again. Dammit, he was so close too! And yet, his first instinct isn’t to run. But rather, when he realizes a certain detective is within the vicinity, ready to fight his way into the circle, the Black Knight's first instinct is to grab that detective’s hand and then run. Never mind the ache building in his leg or the protests on Hyuk’s part, the important part is that he gets Hyuk as far away from both ANACHRON and the police as possible. Hyuk might be familiar with the Gangnam Police, but even he cannot hope to get away without repercussion should they find out he shares a connection, however minuscule the thread is, to the Black Knight.
The Black Knight only stops once they’re in an alleyway. It’s in one of the more rundown parts of Itaewon, which is also where the Black Knight’s base is located ( Rook is not going to be happy- what if the detective starts poking around here too? ) .His leg is aching. And his side stings from a bullet graze. And yet he forces himself to stand tall, sword still unsheathed. The sound of metal dropping against the cobblestone barely registers.
“You really don’t listen, do you? Keep loitering around these spaces and you’ll be lucky to get out in one piece. Is that what your friend would want?”
Letting go of Hyuk’s hand ( they haven’t done that in years ), he turns away to make his escape, only to pause. Why does his vest pocket feel empty- panic floods in. Where is it? He couldn’t have dropped it, that’s never happened before, and- the Black Knight whirls around.
It’s Hyuk, picking up his POCKET WATCH, the one Felicity gave Patrick all those years ago.
Patrick’s stomach drops.
And without thinking, he lunges forward, snatching his watch out of his dear friend’s hands. The watch dangling between the two of them, Patrick stares at Hyuk in bewilderment. And fear. Hands shaky, he shoves it back into his coat pocket. Patrick turns away.
“You’re lucky this time. Next time, I’ll stab you.”
( HI ALEX!! SO THIS PART OF THE INBOX CALL :DDD pls don't mind me flood u with a few unprompted asks sjdkflsj, but also...so hyurick in black knight verse?? I went overboard and basically he was one step forward, two steps back 🙃, but also feel free to ignore this if you think this doesn’t fit!! Have a wonderful day and care you lots!! <3 )
@ofgentleresolve ♚ hyuk didn’t get stabbed but i did...right in the heart--
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    Sirens roar and even its incessant bellow is not enough to push him away from the scene. It should, shouldn’t it? After all, he’s been nothing but a menace to the police, who already have sent him away previous times with a warning (as well as with long, tired sighs from the detective currently handling the cases Hyuk would officially and legally take care of, once upon a time). Tickets of caution can only last for so long and one day he’ll face the real danger by being dragged behind bars for obstruction and suspicious activity. No matter how careless Hyuk’s gotten now, he cannot afford to go to jail, for that’s precious time he cannot waste by simply counting the days until a release. All minutes, seconds --- they should be dedicated to find out the truth.
   The truth about his best friend’s death.
    Still, he takes a step forward, toward the smoke; swirls that seem all too familiar at this point. There are spots of dirt on the detective’s skin, as well as cuts that might heal if he lets them be; a victim of his own heedlessness. The adrenaline in his veins does not let him feel the exhaustion, or the way the open wound on his forehead burns. He steps into the fog and as he tries to adjust his vision, he’s unexpectedly yanked by a gloved hand. 
   His first instinct is to tug back, but his palm is well-adhered to the other’s fingers, as if knowing he’d fight back. A frown; long legs unwillingly bend toward this uncharted territory whilst trying to see who has him under their grasp. 
   He’d recognize that top hat anywhere.     The all-black attire.     The high collar of his coat.     The sword shining under the bashful moonlight. 
   “Yah, let me go! Let me go!”
    But the Black Knight won’t relent, will he? Oddly enough, that’s something they both share: Thick stubbornness. While one pushes, the other tugs...but, ironically enough, they keep colliding onto the same paths; onto the same places. 
     Growls of protest echo through, gaze registering the surroundings. What is this place? It looks dilapidated, with paint peeling off the walls and buildings resembling an ancient world long forgotten. A rundown neighborhood, a side of town not many would care to look at. It seems the Black Knight is aware of desolated spots, for he walks as if he’s utterly familiar with the surroundings. Not even him, who’s well-versed in pinpointing several streets due to years of patrolling and case-chasing, would think about heading to this place. 
     Why did he take them there?      Is it a simple detour, or should it mean something?      Hyuk cannot allow any details to slip away. 
     “I’ll break your arm if I have to, is that what you want? Because I will break---” 
     Finally, fingers get harshly unlatched from the strange warmth of cloaked hand when the Black Knight loosens his grip. Hand turns into a fist, nostrils flare at the unwanted scolding, jaw tensing at the mention of his friend. 
     “What do you care, huh? Who do you think you are? Stop using my friend as an excuse to make me reconsider. He’s not here anymore. The one who used to think things over isn’t here either.” 
     Pieces of him decayed when Patrick passed away, like a sunflower that no longer has the sun by its side, or a shrub of forsythias losing its color because the healthy Earth has open cracks of dryness; wounds that remain and never really close. Parts of Hyuk died when his best friend did, or perhaps they’re deeply buried somewhere he blocked from memory so he’d never find them. After all, the one who could retrieve them is no longer living, so why would Hyuk want them? 
     “You don’t listen either. I told you to never come back again with your warnings and needless advice, remember? So why do you keep---” 
      He, indeed, does not let any details slip.       His ears take note of a sound; a descent.       Metal colliding upon cobblestone.       Once shy, the moonlight becomes stronger in that alleyway.       It guides him, lets him know there’s something on the floor.        A watch. 
     Silence. The detective bends down; catches watch’s circular body with his palm and thumb; chain feeling heavy between his fingers. He stands up and some of his steps falter when keeping his gaze glued at the item --- not because he’s not watching where he’s going, but because he knows this watch. The details on the tightly shut cover, they look worn, as if fingers kept rubbing and grazing to the point of getting edges blurry, but they’re still there, staring back at him. 
     Patrick’s watch. The one Felicity gave him years ago. This one and his dear friend’s look exactly the same. The only difference is that the one on his hand has suffered due to the hands of time...but the same thing would’ve happened to Patrick’s watch if he was still alive, wouldn’t it? All items, no matter how precious, start to show signs of wear after years of usage. Much like the mandarin duck plush he still keeps somewhere in his apartment. 
     Eyes lifting, he sees the Black Knight’s back. His hand tightens around the watch. And he remembers, he remembers he couldn’t find Patrick’s pocket watch under all the rubble when he went to London to see the chaos himself. He remembers that the evidence never showed any pictures of that watch, not even signs or traces of charred metal or clock’s hands and numbers bent by the merciless waves of fire. He also remembers that this was one of the factors Suki considered suspicious when Hyuk commented about it. 
    And if this is, indeed, Patrick’s watch, how did it end up here?     In South Korea.      Under the Black Knight’s shadow. 
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  Speechless, he witnesses the vigilante suddenly whirling around. He’s forgotten something, hasn’t he? The watch is still on Hyuk’s hand, but he’s too stunned to react quickly; his own fingers trembling as palm shows the other what he’s found. 
   “How?” 
   But he gets no answer. Not a verbal one, at least. The watch sternly departs from his grasp; gazes locking. Is the confident brown of those eyes hesitating? Is the smug Black Knight scared? The detective is trying to learn as much as he can, even if the high collar of the other’s coat doesn’t let him see if lips are twitching or not, even if the mask might cover a widened expression. His eyes. Hyuk’s slowly learning to decipher them.
    And the Black Knight’s hands. They seem unstable.
   “Where did you get that watch?” 
   Hyuk reaches out, tries to stop the vigilante from leaving, but his hand only catches air. 
   “No, no, you have to---where did you get it?!” 
  The detective starts to run after him, but it seems the vision of the watch causes him to have a million and one thoughts; a trigger of a lack of balance. His hand lands on a brick wall; jog halts.
    He starts to get flashbacks of Patrick showing him the watch for the first time.      His face of happiness when he says that Felicity gave it to him. The love of his life.     He remembers the times Patrick takes the watch out of his pocket, just to fondly stare at it.     A precious memory of someone he unfairly lost.     He takes note of the echoes of his voice, and they seem so near, yet so far.      Like he’s watching all of this through the grainy screen of a television.
    A groan; dizziness kicks in. He presses one side of his body to the wall, breathing in and out. This isn’t the time to disconnect from the world, Lee Hyuk. Everything around him looks blurry; the wound on his forehead starts to remind him of pain. He slowly slides down in an attempt to sit down, gather his senses so he can at least return to the office without a hassle. 
    Jae-Hwan and Suki must not know about this.      They might suspect something is going on already, though.     He up and left without saying anything, like he usually does.     That doesn’t mean they don’t worry...they always do. 
    The fire. The charred wood; the strong scent of burnt.      Whoever started it knew what they were doing.     Nakamura’s voice invades his head now.     They wanted you to think the fire was accidental.
     I couldn’t find any signs of his watch. Why? He kept that watch with him at all times.
     All the models of watches in existence, and the Black Knight had to have that one. A pocket watch, nonetheless. Something that a lot of people don’t use frequently these days. 
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     God, he has to stop thinking.       He closes his eyes. 
     The last thing he sees is the distant and distorted view of a battered clock tower.
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#ofgentleresolve#♔ || verse three (arc two).#♔ || i'm in it with you (patrick | black knight au).#EXCUSE ME AS I HECKIN' SCREAM OVER THIS IWEUHIWUEDHIWEUHDIEH#JUST IMAGINE ME RUNNING IN CIRCLES AND YELLIN' AS SOON AS I READ IT AND SAW THE WATCH BEING REVEALED TO HYUK---#against Patrick's wishes bUT Y'KNOW WHAT SOME THINGS DON'T GO AS PLANNED MY DEAR PROFESSOR--WIEUDHIUEWDHIUWEDH#THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SENDING THIS IN FERRE :D NEEDLESS TO SAY I GOT VERY EXCITED --- EVEN IF THIS VERSE IS PURE PAIN IT'S SO INTERESTING TO#SEE THIS SIDE OF THEM / THE WAY THEY'D REACT AS THE TRUTH SLOOOOWLY UNCOVERS#HYUK IS SUCH A CONFUSED MESS HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO THINK WIEUDHWIUEDHWDH#I also hope Hyuk's reaction isn't exaggerated or anything of the sort#sometimes this happens where reality gets warped#and he doesn't know where he is for a moment in time#he gets overwhelmed and since there's the ongoing repression of emotions -- wELL --#bUT YEAH IF IT'S?????? TOO MUCH OR ANYTHING DO LET ME KNOW AND I CAN TOTALLY CHANGE THINGS#I did mention it was going to be a long post 👀#iwudehiweudhUIHWEID COULDN'T HELP MYSELF / HYURICK MAKES ME SPILL ALL THE PARAGRAPHS---#I HOPE WHAT I WROTE MADE SENSE AND IT'S SOMETHING TO WORK WITH DEVELOPMENT-WISE ;WWWWWWWW;#Sorry Rook you are perhaps going to be upset because....now that Hyuk has seen the area...he's probably going to stick his nose around IWUHE#he leaves no stone unturned (wHEEZE)#Also Hyuk acting all tough when saying 'stop using my friend as an excuse.../he's no longer here...' when I know he's breaking inside C:#IUHWEIUDHWEDI#ALSO I HOPE IT'S OKAY THAT I MENTIONED SUKI HERE????#I took those lines from what you told me on Discord ;W; BUT IF??? YOU'D LIKE ME TO CHANGE THIS I WILL JUST LMK <3#ONCE AGAIN THANK YOU HEAPS FOR SENDING THIS IN / LOVED REPLYING TO THIS WIHDIWUEDHUH#AND THANK YOU FOR LETTING HYUK BE PART OF THIS WONDERFUL (BUT SUPER PAINFUL) VERSE UwU#Also watch him arriving to his apartment just to take a shower and put on other clothes#since the other outfit he was wearing got full of dirt due to him sitting on the ground for a while until his dizziness subsided#and after that going straight to the office to refresh his mind about the watch IUWHEDIWUEHDIH#PLS HAVE A NICE DAY FERRE!!! CARE YOU HEAPS ;W;!!!#♔ || queue.
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jeoseungsaja · 2 years
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♚ RANDOM TIDBITS, PT. 1 VERSE THREE | ARC TWO: THE BLACK KNIGHT 
◍ Goes through episodes of depersonalization and derealization, where he experiences the feeling of being detached from his mental processes, surroundings and/or his body. This happens when he’s under a lot of stress or when he remembers something heavily connected to the first weeks of mourning Patrick’s death.  ◍  If the Hyuk in arc one barely sleeps, this Hyuk sleeps even less. He fills his system with caffeine to stay alert and prefers to keep on working rather than finding rest. How he hasn’t fainted due to exhaustion is still a mystery to me, to be honest-- ◍ Has longer hair; reaches the base of his neck (as pictured above). Doesn’t go to the hairstylist often; doesn’t have the patience to do so and hearing the combination of music with the sound of scissors cutting away strands drives him up the wall. Also, since his levels of trust have dropped significantly (and they were already low to begin with), he gets irritated when someone he doesn’t even know touches his hair or when he doesn’t have control toward what’s going on.   ◍ Has thrown self-preservation out of the window, more interested in getting to the truth than making sure he comes out unscathed. This has resulted in Hyuk getting wounded on several occasions.  ◍ Speaking of wounds, there are scars that have stayed with him and he rather not talk about them, not even when someone asks out of care. One of the scars that can be considered prominent rests on his abdomen (st.ab wound).  ◍ There’s only two people thus far who have a certain degree of Hyuk’s trust: Suki Nakamura and Im Jae-Hwan. Still, he tries to keep them both at arm’s length so they don’t get in danger (though both seem to be stubborn on helping him not only with finding the truth behind Patrick’s case, but also, with his welfare because that man’s a mess and I thank Suki and Jae-Hwan for their service--).  ◍ He still keeps all the puzzles Patrick used to send him. He also still keeps Patrick’s number as a contact and tends to re-read their past conversations. And yes, he’s cried whilst reading them.  ◍ Most likely, the only thing that looks really alive in that somber office of his is a medium-sized flower pot that sits next to a lonesome window. Lily of the Valley continue to thrive in that pot. ◍ Hyuk finds a sense of comfort in the scent of hot chocolate, tea and ink coming from fountain pens. The beach is still a place of peace for him, too (hasn’t been able to visit it lately, though).  ◍ Even if he’s, in a way, abandoned his passion for drawing and painting, sometimes you’ll catch him making doodles of different things upon post-it notes. He ends up throwing them away (he doesn’t know Jae-Hwan has kept some of them, though). 
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jeoseungsaja · 2 years
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Random fact about Jae-Hwan: He has an oversized denim jacket that’s all decorated with different patches he deems ‘funny’ or ‘relatable’. 
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jeoseungsaja · 2 years
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👀 smol starter call?
Mutuals only please!! If interested, pls reply to this post with the emoji of your preference (feel free to choose more than one if you’d like, MULTIPLE THREADS ARE WELCOME): 
🥤 - Grim Reaper (verse one) 🍋 - Detective Lee Hyuk (verse three arc one OR arc two) 🦊 - Nine-tailed fox Wang Yeo (verse four) ✨ - Random 
If you’re a multi-muse blog and would like me to write the starter for someone in specific please let me know!!! 
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jeoseungsaja · 2 years
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🔥 ( but not for hyuk, maybe jae-hwan but that also depends on how developed you have them, and it wouldn’t even be out an outright crush on her part but he seems pretty patient and friendly so suki would be at the very least drawn to that kind of personality… and also they might be the only other person she can talk to while in seoul since she doesn’t know korean well enough and hyuk isn’t exactly the most sociable person in this verse RIP 🥲 absolutely no pressure to do anything with this tho alex!! have a wonderful day ☺️ )
@kamipyre ♚ from x.
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  OKAY, OKAY BUT, WHEN I READ THIS I SMILED UNCONTROLLABLY BECAUSE I’VE BEEN, FRANKLY, THINKING ABOUT HOW THESE TWO WOULD GET ALONG IF THEY MET (especially after what you told me about Suki being into the topic of vigilantes and perhaps them discussing how cool they are and such IWHEDIUWHED), AND!! This necessarily doesn’t have to develop into a crush or anything of the sort IF those kind of vibes aren’t there (as always, no pressure or anything; let them take the path they wish, any will be more than wonderful UwU!!) BUT SOME THINGS I’VE CONSIDERED (and I hope it’s okay to mention them, if something doesn’t fit DO LET ME KNOW and I’ll take it away, YEET IT--): 
Jae-Hwan’ll definitely welcome Suki in a warmer manner compared to Hyuk (who’s...a wreck in this verse UWIEHDIUHDE), will engage in any conversation she wishes to pursue, no matter if they end up talking about serious topics or silly ones. 
Whenever they bring food for Hyuk, they’ll most likely bring food for Suki as well if they’re aware that she’s in the office; they really are naturally attentive and friendly and would do it just because, no hidden intentions or anything. 
Just as Hyuk, they’re also observant and keen on memorizing details (I guess it’s part of the job IWEUDHIUWEDH), so catch them taking note of things Suki has mentioned and bringing them onto future conversations. 
As well, catch them bringing Suki little things because ‘you said you liked them, so I thought--’ LIKE?? Little Sakura Blossom stickers or pink-colored things; paper or anything that activates the ‘Oh! Suki said she liked this!’ bulb---
CAN SEE THEM, PERHAPS, walking about through the streets of Seoul whenever they both have time, talking away and maybe discussing things regarding Hyuk, the Black Knight, Patrick; other topics in general --- like I mentioned, he’s more than willing to talk to her if she wishes to and he’ll even give her his phone number in case she needs anything. 
HER LOCAL KOREAN TRANSLATOR; HER LOCAL KOREAN INTERPRETER IF SHE’D LIKE TO HAVE ONE 😂, Jae-Hwan will help her with her Korean if she wants to. I have a vague headcanon that Jae-Hwan had to live for a period of time in Canada so he knows both French and English, in this case he’ll have no problem talking to Suki in English if needed C: 
As you can see, Jae-Hwan is keen on clever, stubborn and rather straightforward souls (who are good ones deep inside -- Exhibit A: Lee Hyuk) aND SUKI SORT OF?? Shares some of these characteristics (sHE’S ALSO SO SWEET AND CHARMING, SO--) so they’ll end up feeling drawn to her, too! 
This also made me think that Suki ends up being surrounded by tol beans, Jae-Hwan is as tall as Hyuk, RIP WIEUDHWIEDHAKSDHWIUEHD 
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Hello Inspector Im, don’t mind me, I just have a few questions for you!! Feel free to elaborate ( or not ) as much as you please 😊 okay so you consider yourself to be a certain ( former ) detective’s sidekick…what’s the story behind that? why keep in touch with him when he insists on being in solitude? I also heard from a little birdie that you were a fan of the black knight. Why do you like him so much? Doesn’t that conflict with your job seeing that he should probably be arrested? And finally, what are your thoughts on wrinkly paperwork, specifically origami?? ( not me, wanting to know more about ur wonderful npc 😂 but also feel free to ignore this- have a wonderful day alex!! )
@ofgentleresolve ♚ not me being over the moon due to these wonderful questions brought by a super duper amazing person by the name ferre---
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Jae-Hwan is, in the beginning, a little startled by the sudden rain of questions. It shows in the way he freely chuckles, laughter born out of surprise and a teeny tiny bit of amusement. Amusement, because he’s used to be the one making the questions, not the other way around. Still, he doesn’t show any discomfort toward them. If anything, he straightens his spine; shoulders rolling back in a lax manner as a plastic bag dangles from calloused fingers. A bit of wariness cloaks his soul, though. He knows he has to be careful when dancing around particular topics --- especially the ones which include a particular (former) detective. 
They don’t even say his name, but Jae-Hwan is aware.  And, it seems, current companion is also aware of the link between them. Sidekick. The usage of word allows an amiable smile to settle on face; crooking lips to a side just slightly. He enjoys being called that way when it comes to the bond he has with Detective Lee; doesn’t mind admitting that they’re Hyuk’s apprentice --- even if that might earn them a grimace from the acidic detective. 
As for the whole story behind that...well. Forgive him, he’s not about to fully disclose this so earnestly, mostly because he’s taking Detective Lee into account when it comes to this, and how he doesn’t like to open up, preferring to maintain certain (if not most) of his life private.  
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“Hmm...aren’t the ones who stubbornly say they don’t need something, the ones who actually need it the most? Sometimes people insist on solitude to protect others from what’s truly damaging them, but I think solitude is something no one likes. It’s dark, it’s horribly invasive. No one...should have to deal with that.” 
And sure, sure, sometimes he gets scolded by Hyuk when getting worried about him, or when wishing to keep him company late at night. Detective Lee insists on Jae-Hwan going home so he can get some sleep, but how endearingly hypocritical is that? Sending someone to sleep when he doesn’t even get a minute of shut-eye. Might as well join the boat once in a while, right? Regardless of the reprimands, Jae-Hwan sticks by his side because the Inspector has seen glimpses of Lee Hyuk’s heart and his sharp mind. A soul like his shouldn’t go to waste; shouldn’t be abandoned...or so, that’s what Jae-Hwan thinks.
“The Black Knight? Do you happen to know who this little birdie is? They know too much.”
Another chuckle, along with a nod. Yes, yes he is. A fan of the masked vigilante, of this mysterious shadow which is more helpful than detrimental to society. And yes, he’s...received a few reports of possible illegal actions (most of them fabricated, truly, because the Black Knight is clever enough to hide or disguise his tracks through techniques that are somewhat familiar for Jae-Hwan) done by the vigilante, but they’re all inconclusive. 
Some of Jae-Hwan’s colleagues even complain when Jae-Hwan themselves respond to these reports, because they constantly provide valid points that benefit the Black Knight, instead of siding with the ambition of Seoul’s headquarters. Well, what can they do? Lie about it? Not a chance. They’ve learned from Detective Lee that it’s best to stick to the truth rather than fibbing for tranquility’s sake. Besides, peace born out of deception ends up being uncomfortable. 
“Of course I am a fan! Have you seen how cool he is? And how smart! He’s been doing this for a while now and we basically know nothing about him, nothing! Other than just this nickname and the articles and reports made out of pure hypothesis. It must be tough, to keep that shell for so long and being able to do it so...seamlessly. At least, from what we get to see. Do you think he has a team? Woah, imagine being able to work alongside the Black Knight ---” 
His eyes look like they’re twinkling.
“With my job? Hah, well, if you consider that he’s much faster than we are. One of the differences between the Black Knight and the people at my job is that the Black Knight doesn’t have to strictly stick to laws or rules or pesky formats that take ages to get validated and accepted. Another difference is that it...looks like the Black Knight tries to stick to a purpose without the intention to harm people who doesn’t deserve it. From what I’ve gathered. And my job...hmm. Let’s just say the Black Knight might do a dirty job in the eyes of people who are doing dirtier jobs, so.” 
Truth be told, one of the main reasons why they keep enduring their job is because Detective Lee needs the information they can provide from the precinct’s database. Otherwise, they’d probably join the independent side of things. 
“And he seems more trained in fighting than some people at my job. Not that I’ve seen him fight, but if he could get Det---” 
He clears his throat. Maybe he shouldn’t talk about the day the Black Knight and Detective Lee had an encounter. Jae-Hwan also realizes that one of his hands has turned into a hovering fist, as if wanting to resemble someone holding a sword of some sort, getting excited due to his storytelling. He slowly puts it down. 
“Sorry, what was--oh, yeah! Origami? Is...this about a certain Origami Machine, by any chance?” 
Jae-Hwan’s seen it. Different figurines standing on Detective Lee’s shelf, one he helps to dust off once in a while. Some of them seem moderately recent, but others have gained the color of yellow due to months (perhaps years) of existence. Jae-Hwan remembers seeing paper cranes, pigeons...and hedgehogs. It seems they’re all dear to Detective Lee, even if he might not admit it, even if he might sound annoyed whenever he says a petite-looking but spirited Origami Machine made them. 
“I’m not sure if someone out there would be a fan of wrinkly paperwork, but if it’s in the shape of Origami, it’s worth the wrinkles, no? It’s nice to look at. If my paperwork was like that, I’d have a hard time unfolding it because I wouldn’t like to ruin the shape. I’d probably request new prints so I could keep this kind of wrinkly paperwork.”  
A gentle smile is given, lifting the hand that’s occupied with the plastic bag. Warm food is inside; he managed to get cheese tteokbokki -- one of Detective Lee’s favorites. Not that Hyuk’s told them, no. Jae-Hwan’s just noticed how the stubborn detective leaves no trace when they get this for him; no leftovers (which are usually saved in the mini fridge he has in his office) in sight.
“I have to go now; gotta deliver this before it gets cold. Take care,”
a small bow of their head takes place,
“and hopefully I’ll see you again? Maybe you can tell me more about yourself next time, rather than me talking your ear off. Have a nice day!” 
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jeoseungsaja · 2 years
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@kamipyre♚ smol starter call
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  “Miss Nakamura,” 
  they swiftly approach the bench when they spot her; a sitting spot that’s actually not so far away from the gloomy building where Detective Lee’s frowzy office is. A hand holds a plastic bag and the other a drink carrier with a pair of beverages. 
  “I’ve brought us lunch...well, dessert. Detective Lee doesn’t like these things too much, so I left something else outside his door. I could hear him grumble, so I know he’s okay.” 
  A small chuckle, before sitting next to Suki and putting the bag between them, as well as the drink carrier. Hands then proceed to fumble about, trying to gather the items he’s brought her.
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  “I wasn’t sure what flavor you liked, so I brought strawberry,” 
   they place a medium-sized, plastic cup full of strawberry boba close to her, as well as the thick straw that accompanies it. Then, they fetch the fruit sando (perhaps she’s familiar with it or has heard about it?) they brought her --- the bread is pink. She likes this color, right? Jae-Hwan has seen her sport items with this color, as well as the rose-colored Hello Kitty bandages she tends to slap on Detective Lee’s wounded hands when he’s too distracted doing something else to openly protest. And the pink, sparkly hair ties that they sometimes find latched to Detective Lee’s long hair. The thought makes them smile.
   They’re glad the ever so grumpy detective decided to hire a pink beam.
   The Inspector leaves the sweet sandwich close to her, too. 
   “If you don’t like any of these choices, I can change them for something you might like. We could even trade drinks if strawberry isn’t your thing. Mine’s honey milk tea. I also brought a fruit sandwich for myself, but there’s Jumeok-bap in the bag, in case you want something saltier.” 
   A pause; a friendly grin. He looks up to see her. 
   “So, how have you been feeling so far? Detective Lee isn’t giving you a hard time, is he?” 
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jeoseungsaja · 2 years
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𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘?
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the fallen prodigy
hello old friend, it's been a while hasn't it? I remember when you were just a child, gape-smiled and beaming like the sun. where have you laid your youth to rest my love? is it buried beside your heart perhaps? I know how deeply life has wounded you, it took away everything, didn't it? oh poor soul, you held onto happiness with bloody, shaking hands but still fate ripped even that away from you. your past lovers are dead or did some betray you? turning away in fear of what they once admired. your comrades have been slain, or their priorities shifted. I've heard you too have changed your way of thought. the people fear you now, do they normally cower at the sound of your name? ah don't fret, that makes two of us. the masses tend to despise the things they do not have the will to comprehend. the villain finds sympathy for you don't they, well I could have seen that from a mile away. you two are the oldest friends, you made a deal with them correct? to save your late love, they tried to hold their end of the bargain, really, but I fear you are cursed to forever be despondent. oh what a sad and miserable life without love. is that why you chase loneliness? for is it truly a life of sorrow if you yourself has chosen it? but don't become bitter from the pain. trust when I say I have seen wounds unfold a man, turning the gentlest spirits into seething beasts. please, keep seeking love, even if it seems you are forbidden from it. you are the master of your own fate, I see how tired you are. the scars never healed, they twist and wrap around your entire person. your eyes are dark and lifeless, rest. but keep fighting, not with the sword you have forsaken so long ago, but with your heart. I'll be rooting for you my friend.
tagged by: @ofgentleresolve​ (LMAO help they got the same result, I’m in pain--)  tagging: @mythvoiced​ | @kamipyre​ | @clairdclunc​ | @derelictsouls​ | @eclavigne​ | @nouvelis​ | @rahge​ | @temporalobjects​ & whoever wishes to do this one!! 
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# ( for hyuk! feel free to pick the verse :D )
@kamipyre ♚ from x.
♔ || VERSE THREE, MAIN ARC (I DREAMED OF A HAPPY ENDING).
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what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone:
나카무라 (Nakamura).
what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone
A picture of his desk full of her origami figurines, a reminder of the nickname he’s bestowed upon her (origami machine) IWEHDIWHED---
what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone
SHINEE’s “A-Yo”. It’s a song about friendship and offering support through hardships :D
my muse’s last text to your muse
[✉️ 4:30PM] : I’ll be back, I’m at the stationery store. DON’T touch any paper in my cubicle until I’m there. 
♔ || VERSE THREE, ARC TWO (THE BLACK KNIGHT).
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what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone:
나카무라 (Nakamura).
what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone
He sort of managed to take a picture of the part of his shelf where the yellowed origami figurines she made years ago rest, and made it the picture for Suki’s phone. 
what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone
Default ringtone.
my muse’s last text to your muse
[✉️ 6:01PM] : I’m fine. You don’t need to get me anything. [✉️ 6:01PM] : I have to go out, anyway. Call me or text me if something new happens.
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