#seoul town boy found himself a family in a miserable town

[navramanan]

Loved beyond evil for the "your family could have died but you still have to eat" and the "we might fight with each other but when the enemy messes with us we become one" and the "will you be alright?" and the "do wenches deserve to be murdered?" and the "there's things that can't be left for law to handle" and the "you knew i did this and you chose to not tell anyone" and the "even if you were gonna land in a fiery pit you have to eat" and the "let's go inside" and the "you don't need to be successful, as long as you eat well, sleep well and not hurt anyone you're good enough"

#the found family the loyalty the trust the i care for you so eat well sleep well poop well #seoul town boy found himself a family in a miserable town #seoul town boyyyyy met people that care for him invite him over for meals tell him to not skip his meals help him out when he asks #seoul town boyyyyyy 🎶🎶 #beyond evil #nesi rants #edit added that last line because that's actually one of my fav #but now this has 2 reblogs already if this version dies i'll be damned 💔

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firetruck [taeyong]

word count: 2.1k words

characters: uncle!taeyong

warnings: babysitting children !!! fluff !!!

author’s note: gotta admit that i wrote this in a span of few hours so it’s a bit: Rough kskds hope u enjoy it tho < 3 love me some taeyong with children action (stream long flight and highway to heaven) ++unedited of course

Words can’t explain how much you loved your new neighborhood. It was located just in the outskirts of the city, it was as serene and peaceful as it could get. It was rather small and you were convinced that everybody knew everybody. Adults went about their business around the clock and children come and go in flocks, but everything remained relatively quiet – hazy, almost.

In midst of all the old buildings were a lot of greenery, that much you noticed. Walls of lush foliage and seasonal flowers of different colors amassed in thick clusters, you could never escape the pretty sights of them. You thought perhaps that’s why your mother was keen on moving, she could never have the same picturesque garden she always imagined tending if you were all still in Seoul.

As a fresh college graduate, you spend most of your days either at your part-time job or at home with your eight-year-old brother, Jitae. Much like yourself, making friends proved to be quite a challenge for the little boy who just enrolled in primary school. Unlike other children who would hang out with their classmates after class, he’d rather walk straight home to play with you instead.

Not that you minded, he may be a brat most of the time but you loved him all the same. Your father, however, didn’t share the same sentiment. He worries about his son’s lack of friends so he made it a point to force Jitae out of the house and mingle with the kids at the nearby park, but your brother being the clever person he was, only agreed if your dad let you come with him.

As the breadwinner of the house, you couldn’t really say no to him so unfortunately, your Saturday afternoon adventures with Jitae commenced.

“Noona, look at my toy!” You peered up from your phone and saw Jitae running at you in full speed, sporting the biggest grin that you couldn’t help but smile back at him. His hair was ruffled and his jacket was disheveled, twigs and leaves sticking out from weird places. “Look what I found behind the slides!”

It was a bright red firetruck, a toy he definitely didn’t brought with him. It was shiny and the pieces were all still intact, it looked fairly new. You eyed it warily as he shoved it towards your face so you could see it in all its glory. Scratching the back of your neck, you said, “I don’t know, Jitae-ah, somebody probably owns that. Maybe you should put it back.”

“But no one was taking it.” He frowned, swiftly hiding it behind his back before you could even think of taking it away from him. Taking a step back, he pouted at you. “This is mine now.”

“Uh, excuse me?” You tore your gaze away from your brother and saw a guy with dyed blond hair and the prettiest pair of eyes blinking right at you. He stood at a safe distance from the bench you sat on but your eyes were drawn straight to the crying kid he had with him, clutching his leg for dear life. “I think your kid found my nephew’s toy.”

You cocked your head to the side, too lost in your daydream over how good-looking he was. With the sunlight peering through the trees, it almost made him glow. He coughed and you were pulled back to reality with heat overtaking your face

Before you could say anything, your brother beat you right to it, “It doesn’t have your name on it so it’s automatically mine now! I saw it first!”

“Jitae!” You growled, attempting to grab the toy that he was trying so hard to keep away from your reach. “Give him back his truck!”

The blond-haired guy chuckled at what your brother said. You glanced at the kid who was tightly wrapped around his uncle’s leg and watch as his eyes get glossier when more tears threatened to spill, he looked way too devastated to even stand up for himself. He was younger than Jitae, that you know for sure.

“Jitae, please give him back his toy. Don’t you have enough at home?” You tried to reason with your brother, only then realizing the embarrassment that came with the whole situation. You held your palm out and stared at Jitae with the most menacing glare you could muster. “I’m gonna count to three and if I don’t have the firetruck in my hand, I swear-”

Jitae huffed and angrily handed it over to you. You sighed and turned to the kid in question, offering him back his toy. He hesitantly took it from your hands and you grinned, outstretching your arm to ruffle his hair. With a soft voice for only him to hear, you whispered, “Don’t cry, okay? I’ll make sure he won’t take it away from you again.”

“Thank you, noona.” He mumbled with a small smile, sniffling so cutely you couldn’t help but coo at him.

You glanced back up to his uncle and offered him a sheepish grin. You said, “Sorry about my brother, he’s a bit of a brat. A demon child as I’d like to call him.”

“They’re kids.” He shook his head and laughed. Even his laugh was beautiful, you thought how unfair life truly was.

Now that he was left with no toy, Jitae was having none of it. He reached over and childishly pinched your arm so he could get your attention. You scowled and rubbed the sore spot but once you saw his knotted eyebrows and puffed cheeks, you sighed, “I’ll buy you another toy on our way back, okay? But first you have to apologize to…”

Your voice trailed off and the other kid’s smiled widened, cheeks now dry from his tears. He finished for you, “Hyunseok.”

Jitae shook his head stubbornly and pinched your arm again, you rolled your eyes and pried him off of you. You gently pushed him towards Hyunseok so he could make amends like normal people would. It was only his first day of trying to make friends and your brother was already failing miserably, your father would just love to hear this.

“I didn’t do anything wrong.” He mumbled, crossing his short arms against his chest. Hyunseok’s uncle laughed at that while you let out a frustrated groan. Your brother was gonna drive you insane, you’re sure about it.

“He did see it first.” Hyunseok’s uncle pointed out playfully, getting a glare from Hyunseok and you yourself, making him double in laughter. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

“Jitae.” You say warningly, eyebrow quirked at him the same way your mother would whenever she finds you awake past midnight and causing a loud ruckus in the kitchen. Your brother looked at you like he didn’t know what else to do. “Just apologize already, geez. It’s not that hard.”

“Fine. I’m sorry.” He grumbled under his breath, refusing to make any sort of eye contact. “Happy now?”

“What?” Hyunseok asked, cupping his ear almost mockingly. You chuckled once you saw a blush rise to his uncle’s cheeks, ignoring the way Jitae was now glaring at him.

“Hyunseok!”

“What? I really didn’t hear.”

“I said, I’m sorry! I took your firetruck because you left it and I thought you didn’t want it anymore.” Jitae huffed, eyebrows still very knotted and cheeks still very puffed out. He faced you and tugged on the sleeve of your sweatshirt. “I better get my toy later, noona! I want a blue monster truck!”

Hyunseok grinned, showing off his firetruck to his uncle who showed him a thumbs up. You practically swooned at the sight, smiling like an idiot yourself. He turned to Jitae again and jutted his chin over the nearly empty sandbox, “Last one to the sandbox is a rotten egg!”

You watch as they took off, laughing like they were some sort of old friends and leaving you with Hyunseok’s uncle who took it upon himself to sit beside you, you were too busy observing the kids to even notice. It always amazed you how children can make up so easily. Absentmindedly, you spoke, “Your nephew’s very cute.”

“He definitely got it from me, don’t you think?” He grinned and you blushed, giving him an incredulous look. He let out an awkward laugh. “I’m kidding.”

“Anyway, I hope they get along. It’s hard for my brother to make friends.” You admitted, scooting away from him now that he sat next to you. He was getting you flustered by his presence alone. “He can be quite the bully but he’s really sweet if you get to know him.”

“I’ll let Hyunseok know, then.” He chuckled, slumping into the bench with his legs outstretched. “If you don’t mind me asking, were you the ones who moved into the blue house?”

“Yeah, just a month ago-” You were cut off when you heard your brother call out your name. You peered over and saw that he was proudly pointing towards the sandcastle he and Hyunseok just built, you grinned at them. “Wait, how did you know which house?”

“We live just down the block.” He couldn’t help but chuckle at your dumbfounded expression. God, you were really cute; he would’ve never admit it but he was grateful that your brother took Hyunseok’s toy or else he would’ve never had the pleasure of talking to you. “You know, the one with the bakery next to it.”

You’ve heard of the old bakery. It was owned by a lovely woman who would often add in extra cookies into your paper bag whenever you and Jitae would drop by and buy the bread that your father loved. You adored that place, it was a haven inside your little town. Apparently it was his mother’s, Hyunseok’s grandmother, and he helped whenever he was free. You couldn’t help but ask of the bakery’s history.

The sun was nearly setting and by this time you would’ve already gone home, but you found yourself talking with Hyunseok’s uncle, Taeyong as you had learned, a little bit more. There was something so enthralling about him. He was an easy person to talk to and he really listened to what you had to say so it didn’t take long for you to get comfortable with him. He was also such a giggly person that you stopped yourself at times from pinching his cheeks over how adorable he was.

You told him the reason why your family decided to move out of the center of the city, you also told him your plans of saving up all your paychecks so you could have an apartment of your own. He shared his own fair share of stories, too; starting off with his unhealthy obsession with dying his hair with wild colors, he even allowed you to touch his locks from sheer amazement over how soft-looking it was.

You were beyond ecstatic as well to see your brother getting along with Hyunseok – at least, that’s what it looked like. With his stubborn and spoiled personality, all Jitae really needed was someone who could stand up against him and put him in his place. You were glad to see that he finally met a kid his age who could tolerate his antics.

Hours passed and with your mother blasting your phone every five minutes (“The food is getting cold, [Name]!”), it was unfortunately time to go home. You mutually decided with Taeyong to walk together, remembering how you all lived in the same street. Jitae and Hyunseok led the two of you, walking further ahead as they were too engrossed in their own little world much like you were with Taeyong.

“This is our house.” You all stopped to a halt when you arrived at a brick home, surrounded by a pretty garden like most of the houses around there were and with of course – the bakery just by its side. Taeyong coughed and scratched the back of his head. “Maybe, you know, you and Jitae-ah should swing by next time when I’m working.”

You held eye contact with him much longer than necessary, your heart lurching out of your chest as the both of you held the same cheesy grins. The two kids stared up the two of you in confusion and Jitae whispered to Hyunseok, all while giving you suspicious glances but right now you really couldn’t care less.

After containing yourself all day, you reached over and pinched his reddened cheeks. You chuckled, “I’d love to, Taeyong.”

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                              STEP LIGHTLY, CHILDREN OF THE MOON

THE COVEN WELCOMES THE 6:30PM CEREMONIAL, KANG JUNHO, A 25 YEAR OLD BLACK MEXICAN KING SNAKE FAMILIAR

idiosyncrasy

+ resourceful, unyielding, confident

- short-tempered, cynical, distrustful

proficiency

As a human, Junho has relatively quick reflexes; though not exactly lightning-fast, he can dodge hits by professionally-trained fighters and other familiars relatively easily. He also has an exceptionally strong grip. His metabolism is quicker during the hotter months of the year, which means that he’s generally very hungry, and he is often more active. When angry or stressed, Junho’s eyes turn completely black, similar to that of his snake form, and outlines of scales appear on his face, hands and arms, though this doesn’t last long. He can also ‘sense’ heat, allowing him to determine whether something is truly dead or not, for example, or how many people are in the next room over.

He has a natural ‘charm’, the way looking at a snake will entice its prey to follow its movements. He cannot make them freeze, but he can, to some extent, persuade weak or unprepared minds.

Like all familiars, Junho generally naturally has enhanced physiology and can heal from wounds faster than a normal human; Junho heals faster than other familiars.

Either as a human or a snake (but mostly as a snake), Junho inadvertently makes the earth around him more fertile, allowing plants to thrive where he spends the most time. Whenever he turns into a snake, he ‘borrows’ longevity: he does not physically age as a snake, and it does not ‘catch up’ when he turns into a human. Theoretically, he cannot age when he turns into a snake, and remains the same age when he turns back into a human.

ineptitude

must learn how to resist/control spontaneously turning into a snake during warm/hot weather or in hot temperatures and when he’s angry/stressed; must learn how to resist/control turning into a human during the colder months; cannot control the ‘fertility’ he grants to the earth around him: sometimes, it’s gradual and with prolonged exposure to his presence; other times, a garden can be easily overgrown just as he steps on it (the latter occurring when he’s too relaxed); cannot often use his snake-like ‘charm’; has difficulty regulating his own body temperature as a human the longer he remains a snake; often retains some snake-like features (scale-like skin on his cheeks, his hands, arms and chest; blackened eyes) if in snake form for too long

sanctions

extreme sensitivity to cold makes him very weak and prone to sickness during the colder months, making it difficult (almost painful) to transform to a snake during this period, and can die if subjected to prolonged exposure to cold temperatures; cannot transform back to human form if trapped in small containers as a snake; cannot grant his longevity to others

memoirs

(tw: domestic/child abuse)

6.

in an ideal world, kang junho doesn’t entirely feel like he’s a stranger in his own skin. the family is happy for now, if you can ignore his father’s long absences and the way his mother tries to make up for it. she must know that this isn’t her son, not really. his father must know it, too; junho hears whispers from his grandmother once – now gone – that his father wasn’t so distant before he was born. maybe it’s his mother’s fault, she says, and junho gets so angry that he yells at the old lady and tells her she doesn’t know how great his mother is.

still, he’s a happy kid. a little twisted, a little wrought-iron raw, especially when his father finds him trying to strangle the neighbour’s cat, but aside from that, he’s happy. he has friends, he has family, he has a girl crushing on him.

it might be then that his father realises that this is not what kids should be – so he leaves with a new family and doesn’t look back.

it’s a small town. everyone knows.

14.

his mother doesn’t blame him until later.

they make it work on their own for years. his grandparents don’t visit anymore, and he’s not allowed to see them, either. there’s something about junho that’s off, they say, something that drove his father away, if his mother didn’t do it enough – and junho finds out just how right they are in the worst way.

on his twelfth summer, he finds himself changed. it feels like shedding skin when it happens, but all it is, is shrinking down, shifting skin and bone until he feels right at home in the warmest spot in his room, just under the window-light at noon. see, it’s not that junho was particularly dissatisfied in his own body. he likes his growing body – likes the way he grows into clothes and out of them, and how his mother laughs when he can’t fit into shorts he’d been wearing since he was nine and teases him about his voice when it cracks for the first time after his twelfth birthday – and it makes him feel a bit taller, walk a bit better in the hallways, seem more confident when he smiles. he just didn’t know how good it can be out of it.

he soon learns, though, that he’s not the only one who changes.

a few weeks before his thirteenth, his mother – whose shadows draw deeper into her face – asks him why there was a snake in his bed.

for the first time in his life, he lies to her. – what snake?

too absorbed in himself, he doesn’t notice the way she looks at him then. doesn’t see anything odd about the local quack-doctor and asking him questions like have you ever stepped on a mound of earth or did you commit any trespass against a tree?he laughs about it later and his mother cannot look at him. she bursts into his room more and more often as if trying to catch him doing something she shouldn’t. she forbids him from playing outside. the plants wither in the garden in his absence.

on his fourteenth, his mother tries to stab him in front of all his friends, who scatter and run and scream to their houses along the street. none of them help, he thinks, or maybe one of them called the police later. he only remembers dodging the tip of a knife caked in chocolate and cream, and running upstairs to his room, and locking the door and crying until the police came to take his mother away.

mental breakdown, they explain. you’ll be living with your father now.

19.

what they don’t explain is what living means.

when he arrives, it’s a small space, but it’s a home. desolate and ironic, his father’s new family left him bitter and wrong. different. it’s life, for a while, because his father sends him to school and demands to expect his grades the way his mother doesn’t. he works late nights and early mornings. there’s always blame to be had, anger to receive, and the slow, soft crooning as his father runs his fingers through his hair and says it’s all for love, that he just wasn’t a good boy, and that he understands, doesn’t he? –

no, it can’t be that.

it’s not cowering under the weight of his father’s hand when he raises his glass for a toast. it’s not standing still when the heavy stick hits against the back of his knees when he falters under the weight of books on his hand, because he can’t turn out like his father. it’s not the bottles against the wall – their contents saved his face from the glass – when his father downs each and every one because he got fired.

they move to seoul, and there’s much outside the home than there is inside. the light entrances him, and the music, and the life. he follows the heat where it lands, charms his way into good grades and a graduation.

on the summer of his nineteenth, he follows the sun, and he burns with it, temporary black on concrete.

22.

he didn’t think, and maybe that was the problem. the only, singular goal was to escape, and he did, and after that no other thought was given to the matter until all he has is a cardboard box and the clothes on his back. all who adored him in high school now cannot recognise him under the grime, under the smoke found under bridges and in alleys not meant for children.

he is nameless until men show him a way to make others miserable for a cup of coffee.

he is nameless in the winter, shivering under ice, seeking refuge from snow; he is nameless still along the ground in the summer and spring, on concrete hiding in long shadows. the taste of mice remains on his tongue once the cold settles in. every summer time passes over him.

a snake sheds its skin and only grows. follow the death of one form to the birth of another.

2(01)5.

three nights into winter, two hands reach for a single palm.

the moon is full when she takes him, and he wraps around her shadow and in it finds the earth again.

#6:30pm #13:accepted #song mino