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WI HA JOON as JUNG GI CHEOL THE WORST OF EVIL (2023)

#& ⋄ gallery ⊳ . . . 𝐜𝐡𝐮 𝐝𝐚𝐞-𝐰𝐨𝐧. ⋄. #& ⋄ 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲 ⊳ . . . mannerisms. ⋄

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#𝙳𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙷𝙺𝙴𝙿𝚃.            𝐲𝐨𝐮  𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫  𝐚  𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐤   –  feigning  happiness  for  those  around  you.  for  yourself.  grief  is  at  your  throat  whilst  you  dance  with  death.  death  wont  repair  what  has  been  broken  :  what  you  have  broken. 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭.  𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭.  𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭  !  you  are  the  damned,  sorrow  take  you.  you  will  sink  further  and  further  into  the  darkness.

𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥  𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫  𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧  𝐛𝐲  𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢 ( she / they 25+ ) ask to tag triggers. mature content 21+ only. ( click for rules )

a  study  in  the  act  of  self-hatred, dancing with death,  masking  unbearable  grief,  abandonment of life and deep isolation, acceptance  of  lost  loved  ones  and  the  anguish  that  follows,  love  lost  and  found  again,  forgiving  oneself  for  their  wrongs  or  not  at  all,  a  fight  to  continue  to  live  despite  the  pain  clawing  away  at  you.  

𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬. @vilerapt

#& ⋄ 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝 ⊳ . . . pinned. ⋄ #dni

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why should i resolve things peacefully when i can fucking punch you in the face

#& ⋄ 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲 ⊳ . . . mannerisms. ⊳ chu dae-won. ⋄

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WI HA JOON as DOSHIK in MIDNIGHT (2021), dir. Kwon Oh Seung.

#& ⋄ 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲 ⊳ . . . mannerisms. ⊳ chu dae-won. ⋄ #& ⋄ 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐲 ⊳ . . . chu dae-won. ⋄ #please let me write him unhinged

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#& ⋄ 𝐝𝐲𝐧 ⊳ . . . dae-won & min-jun ‚ 𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐚. ⋄ #& ⋄ 𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐚 ⊳ . . . yoon min-jun ⋄ #& ⋄ 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐲 ⊳ . . . chu dae-won. ⋄ #& ⋄ 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲 ⊳ . . . mannerisms. ⊳ chu dae-won. ⋄

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if you’re friends with daewon he will sit on your lap, man or woman he doesn’t care. your lap is a seat.

#& ⋄ 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲 ⊳ . . . headcanon. ⊳ chu dae-won. ⋄

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#& ⋄ 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐲 ⊳ . . . chu dae-won. ⋄ #& ⋄ 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲 ⊳ . . . mannerisms. ⊳ chu dae-won. ⋄ #& ⋄ 𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐚 ⊳ . . . yoon min-jun ⋄ #& ⋄ 𝐝𝐲𝐧 ⊳ . . . dae-won & min-jun ‚ 𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐚. ⋄ #<3

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𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞?    ...    ...     𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟

most people have regrets. we all have to live with the consequences of decisions we wish we could take back. but what you regret is more than a mistake or short-sighted choice. you regret your very existence. everything you've ever done is something you wish you could undo. you believe it is impossible to become the kind of person you want to be. you see yourself as a lost cause. you feel chained down by the love you receive, because you are sure you will only hurt anyone foolish enough to see something worth loving in you. you want to rid this world of yourself and feel trapped by all the hands holding you back. "i love you" is the phrase you most dread hearing. you wish that everyone else would hate you as much as you think you deserve. perhaps you feel it would make ending it all so much easier. it's possible you have only stayed alive this long because you believe the only thing that would cause more misery than your life is your death. either way, you are certain you live a life beyond salvation. and you are wrong. you have been made to believe your best is not enough, that your efforts have no value because you will always fall short. perhaps too much was expected of you from the day you were born. i would not be surprised if the impossible was the very first thing you remember being asked to do. you can't stop regretting a failure that was always inevitable. you cannot forgive yourself for existing as the imperfect person you can't help but be. you believe you don't deserve forgiveness. but you do. your human faults and limitations do not make you worthless. you have as much right to be here as anyone else. your needs and boundaries are not a burden, and those who would treat them as such are the ones to be faulted. you're here to forgive yourself and the life you live. it will be difficult and it will not happen quickly, but it is a task that needs undertaking. redeem yourself by slowly, gradually putting an end to your eternal atonement. atone for the years you've lost to self-loathing by telling yourself that this existence of yours is nothing to repent for. you will not believe it at first. but you must try to treat yourself as you would a treasured friend, as those that love you know you deserve to be treated. over and over, tell yourself the words that you can't yet bring yourself to believe, and one day you'll notice that they've started to feel as if they might be true, if only now and again. the love that chains you down, that you believe you don't deserve, it doesn't have to torment you. it can be a comfort, too. one day, you will be grateful for the hands holding you back. you deserve to know what it's like to be alive without wishing you weren't. have faith and dedicate yourself to that.

tagging.  @lunoia  ( min-jun & lakshmi ) , @kuroicho, @enmoni, @epithmia, @eienshin , @eramarth, @madoni, @stromhund, @featherins , @wolvensden, @dandilys, @verumking, @vershiva​ and whoever else wants to.

#& ⋄ 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲 ⊳ . . . dash games. ⊳ chu dae-won. ⋄ #man....

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im sorry but dae-won would literally fight your muse if he thought they were a suspect in the investigation... before interrogating them.

#& ⋄ 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲 ⊳ . . . portrayal notes. ⊳ chu dae-won. ⋄

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lunoia​:

𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐞-𝐰𝐨𝐧’𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬.    𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲.    𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐧-𝐣𝐮𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝,   and yet something inside himself broke.    he couldn’t explain why he felt his chest about to implode,   but he wanted nothing more than the embrace of someone familiar.    he too was quick to hide away the pain that surfaced onto his features.    seems they both had been good at that one thing.    pretending that pain didn’t affect them.  

❛ sorry,   sorry…  ❜ he feigned a laugh and shook his head before looking off once more.    the idea of a partner sounded like a good idea—the idea of someone’s voice aside from his own was refreshing,   but he couldn’t budge the stubbornness inside him that rejected anyone else.    rejected the idea of happiness,   as if min-jun didn’t deserve it.     ❛  fighting crime? ❜  min-jun shook his head,   ❛  no,   no… that’s not the right thing to call it.    ❜ he started to walk off and stopped to make sure that dae-won was following,   ❛ well? you’re coming right?….    oh! and we’re not partners… you’re an investigator in training! ❜

𝐡𝐞’𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐲𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦 — 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐝𝐨𝐰���� 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐢𝐟 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭… maybe it would be easy to forget if there wasn’t a constant reminder every night. there had been an alarm set… every night at 11:00 pm, to replay the message left by the officer concerning her “murder”. she died because she was old, he lied to himself and everyone around him… and he was just far too weak to face it. in truth, he knew it may have been something else, but if he was too weak to face a natural death, how could he ever possibly face a murder of his beloved mother? he blamed himself for not being there for her, just like before with his father. these emotions he’d spent years of building a mask around somehow flashed in his eyes, the windows that carried all of his emotions, and this man whom he’d missed most of all. his best friend.

there had been nights where he had thought about calling him, letting him know he was still alive, and that he was doing alright, but he didn’t have the strength to make it to the phone and on the rare nights he did he would be caught off guard by the voicemail he kept purposely on repeat, and it would leave him in the fetal position, sobbing until he passed out. he had no one and buried himself inside himself, confiding in his pet fish when need be.

he felt a smile growing on his face as he watch min-jun walk away, tears begin to well up in his eyes, it was hard to fight overwhelming emotions. he laughed, it was real, for once in years, it was an actual real feeling. his heart felt like it was going to explode with happiness, this memory engraved in his mind forever, he would be forever grateful to min-jun for pulling him from his shallow grave which he placed himself into. ❛ haha, “in training”? ❜  he asked, tilting his head slightly.   ❛ that gives me nothing but hope! hey, i know, why not call me your partner in training, or... or bodyguard. i always could fight better than you - hey... min! how’s yu-mi?  ❜ he ran and kept pace at his side, he'd missed him ... more than anything.

#& ⋄ 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 ⊳ . . . prose. ⊳ chu dae-won. ⋄ #& ⋄ 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 ⊳ . . . 001 ‚ dae-won & min-jun. ⋄ 𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐚 #& ⋄ 𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐚 ⊳ . . . yoon min-jun ⋄ #lunoia #and here he goes ruining everything #lol im sorry i rambled so much

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lunoia​:

𝐦𝐢𝐧-𝐣𝐮𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐞-𝐰𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐢𝐦,   𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝.    𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧,   𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞,   he wanted dae-won to give him a reason to trust him,   to believe he wouldn’t leave again.    despite that,   min-jun pulled his wrist away as quickly as dae-won’s hand wrapped around it.    he paused to look in the other man’s eyes—he’s serious… he thought to himself and shook his head in disbelief.    suppressed anger flickered behind his eyes as he looked back into dae-won’s.    the conviction was there.    he was serious.    he thought once again.    but the pain that min-jun felt wouldn’t subside,   it stirred like a hurricane inside of him,   ready to wreck everything in its way.    he decided against allowing his anger free.    it wasn’t dae-won’s fault.    he reminded himself.    the way grief led its captives by a chain into the depths of their own despair.    he’d been there.    at the time of dae-won’s absence he couldn’t relate,   but now he knew that feeling.    the loss,   the pain,   the way agony jabbed inside like a hand shoved through a chest,   ripping out your beating heart.    

❛ i… i don’t know.    ❜  min-jun lowered his head,   he wanted more than anything to believe everything that dae-won was saying.     ❛ you don’t even know what you’re doing? ❜ he chuckled,   still lost in his own thoughts and past,   ❛ case? ❜ min-jun’s looked a bit dumbfounded and sighed deeply,   ❛  i… it’s… ❜ he felt himself get embarrassed.    he spoke about how serious his job was and at this moment he was the only one who acted like his job was a joke.    he lost the only purpose for its existence,   and now did it solely for the money it provided himself and his mother.    ❛ it’s confidential!… highly classified.    ❜ he lied,   his eyes looking off towards a distant building.  

𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 — 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭. 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧. it was almost like that last few years had been a blur. he’d known he had disappeared and cut everyone else of, he knew it would damage some relationships that he had built in college and even before that, but he’d never imaged the consequences. regret should have settled then, set in and made him realise what he'd done, entirely. but he just shook it off and gave a small laugh ( a crack had already started to form in this mask he’d made )   he gave a small gasp when min-jun pulled his wrist away from him  ❛ i… - ❜ the words caught in his throat. it ached in his chest, a familiar ache.

how could he show him he was serious?  ❨ or in serious need of a distraction from the intrusive thoughts that tore him apart slowly. or maybe that he just missed him. ❩ ❛ and i'm your partner, min. ❜ he reminds him. . ❛ wouldn't you like to have me with you, fighting crime? ❜ he moved to try to catch his eyes with his own, in which emotion was building heavily in.

#& ⋄ 𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐚 ⊳ . . . yoon min-jun ⋄ #& ⋄ 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 ⊳ . . . 001 ‚ dae-won & min-jun. ⋄ 𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐚 #& ⋄ 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 ⊳ . . . prose. ⊳ chu dae-won. ⋄ #lunoia #i hate him sometimes because hes doing this because he missed him and #needs relief from his own grief

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Octavio Paz, tr. by Elizabeth Bishop, The Collected Poems, 1957-1987

#& ⋄ 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲 ⊳ . . . introspect. ⊳ chu dae-won. ⋄ #i just think he's still hurt from everything that has happened to him and his family #but he pushes through it all the time and forces a smile

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lunoia​:

𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭.    𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐞-𝐰𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞,   𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐱 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧.    then a stillness passed inside of him.    a part of him clinging to a forgotten past.    he bit his lip and glanced up at dee-won’s smiling face.    it was if nothing had ever stole that smile away,   as if he had never dropped off the face of the earth.    it was as if the world had stopped turning for him and he resumed it and picked himself back up.    

❛ huh…? ❜ it was the only thing that min-jun could muster.    it felt like the time had started to move slower,   as if his brain couldn’t keep up with everything happening.    it chose bits and pieces to latch to,   to dissect,   in order to grasp some sense.    ❛ that’s it? you’re quitting your job? ❜  he’s met with his long lost best friend’s hand outstretched for a shake,   an agreement—no,   a partnership.    ❛ dae-won this isn’t a game… this is a real job! ❜ min-jun struggled to hide the frustration growing in his chest like a weed.    the eyes of everyone in the cafe had made his face flush from embarrassment.    ❛ i have to go! i have an important case to work on.    ❜ he stood abruptly from his seat in order to make a quick escape from the situation.  

𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲 — 𝐧𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐭, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦. he was surprised he hadn’t completely left everything behind and moved to the states, but there was something that bound him. was it her?     was it him?    he couldn’t pinpoint it, so he didn’t spend too much time thinking of it. he nods, over and over again with the occasional ❛ uh-huh... uh-huh. ❜

he’d been waiting for a change, something to pull him from this boring routine — he’d found when he got home he’d drown in his sorrows until the sun rose. ❛ minnie ! ❜ he called, rushing from behind the counter. ❛ i know ! i — i know its ... it’s not a game, do you think i'd take something like this so lightly? ❜ he grabs his wrist. ❛ it's official. and i’m dead serious. i'm your partner... so… where do we start? what’s our case? ❜  

#& ⋄ 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 ⊳ . . . 001 ‚ dae-won & min-jun. ⋄ 𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐚 #& ⋄ 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 ⊳ . . . prose. ⊳ chu dae-won. ⋄ #& ⋄ 𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐚 ⊳ . . . yoon min-jun ⋄ #lunoia #:' )

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Only you and I will go. Just the two of us. Just the two of us? This moment on, we can only trust each other.

#& ⋄ 𝐝𝐲𝐧 ⊳ . . . dae-won & min-jun ‚ 𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐚. ⋄ #& ⋄ 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲 ⊳ . . . mannerisms. ⊳ chu dae-won. ⋄ #& ⋄ 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐲 ⊳ . . . chu dae-won. ⋄

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WI HA JOON as “K” BAD AND CRAZY (2021) dir. Yoo Seon Dong

#& ⋄ 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐲 ⊳ . . . chu dae-won. ⋄ #& ⋄ 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲 ⊳ . . . mannerisms. ⊳ chu dae-won. ⋄ #i love him so much

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— Tatève Simonyan

#& ⋄ 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲 ⊳ . . . introspect. ⊳ chu dae-won. ⋄ #it seems like all he has is sadness i know #but trust me he is very light hearted most the time so you'd never know how much he was suffering #he lost his father around 8-9 and his mother while he was in university #he felt both of their losses so deeply #and he has yet to receive therapy for this trauma #in his mind he killed off those who also mattered because to hiim #they'd be dead soon anyway #he needs a hug

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Yes, I'm a miserable correspondent. All silence or excuses.

Ted Hughes, Letters of Ted Hughes; Leonard Baskin, 15th October 1996

#& ⋄ 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲 ⊳ . . . introspect. ⊳ chu dae-won. ⋄ #after the death of his mother he drops off the face of the earth #to the point where everyone thinks that he is quite literally dead #his dads side knows thats not the case because he's still using his fathers funds #but they dont care enough about him or the money because to them its not much and he's still family???? so he has a right to it #but he fails to communicate with people who might be worried about him #and tbh he doesnt think about them #he gets a support fish and moves past #he tries DESPERATELY to bury all the bad