@theimpalpable sent in: "You can tell me." (Kiheon and Myungdae? 👀) || new blog but they all still hate vulnerability 🙃 ( you can tell me prompt. )
His first instinct is to reel away. Well actually, in this sunlit sitting room, there’s a window right behind Kiheon and not to mention the door not too far from Myungdae’s right. It’d take maybe seven seconds to bolt out the door provided that nothing tries to hold him back. Five for the window, but if he takes Kiheon blocking him into account, more seconds would be lost. So maybe Myungdae’s first instinct is to run away. Throw a smoke bomb and make his escape before prying eyes can recognize him. His hands twitch; he has to remind himself it’s not in line with the character of Professor Shin Myungdae. Professor Shin Myungdae shows a moderate degree of decorum and shoving one’s hands into his pocket, coat or trousers, is not part of that decorum.
It's a ghost of what Patrick Grace’s standards would be, really. But then again, what is both Shin Myungdae and the Black Knight, but PALE IMITATIONS of Patrick Grace?
Not that he thinks Kiheon would let him go so easily. They’re good, he’ll give them that. Elusive, maybe even more so than the Black Knight. Nell couldn’t find any files on them or even the tall, serene man who seems to be an advisor of sorts to said group. That, and Alfred hadn’t even heard of BELLUM until Kiheon revealed themselves. And Alfred’s network runs far and deep.
No wonder Rook is so defensive if not suspicious when it comes to Kiheon and this…alliance they’ve proposed. Myungdae suspects it might be a matter of wounded pride on his part as well.
“…And what would you get from knowing?” He stares down at the cup of tea offered to him- daechucha. One of Hyuk’s favorites. “He’s no one special. Just…someone who happens to have similar goals to mine. Mind you, he does have an inclination towards picking fights but he’s not someone to concerned yourself with.”
-. Zhìjiàn Villain Arc, constant blame for his fortune not working as intended and people trying to take advantage of him lead to villain origin story, completely changes the criteria for fortune, evil bean, can only be brought back to his senses by @theimpalpable ‘s Kiheon
Gjwkfksgkejf for a sec I thought I had already picked between these 2 but as it turns out last time it was kiheon instead of kiho. Hmmm. I'm picking showheon (the more this goes on for the more I'm realizing showheon is not at the bottom of my mx ships 😭)
SATURN. Do you know why you like being the center of attention? Do you know why there’s always something people are drawn to, why it’s always the same thing and why you always get taken advantage of? Do you know why you always say “I’m fine,” when someone asks if you’re okay? Tell you what, darling, take a look at Saturn’s rings and ask why they’re found more beautiful than Jupiter, when they’re just rocks and ice. Are you just rocks and ice? Or do you want to be more than that? Don’t you want to be somebody with a voice, someone more than just a passing face in the crowd? You don’t know what your dreams are and you don’t know how to deal with criticism, but somehow, sometime, you’ll figure it out. For your sake, I hope you do. I know you do. And don’t suffocate on your way there - you’re in real danger of sinking if you don’t keep going. And you don’t want to sink again, do you? It's hard to pick up the pieces. You're stronger than that.
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When something bursts at the bottom of the ocean, it creates massive waves that stumble over themselves and keep moving. The momentum of breaking once their roots hit the ground as it becomes steep to reach the shore allow the water to wash over land it had never touched before.
Or hadn't in a few hundred years.
If witnessed from afar, the waves of water move slowly. The viewpoint has too much to look at, after all, doesn't put into perspective just how quickly it happens, how fast cars are turned into blaring sirens floating aimlessly through streets and alleys, how houses come apart under the strongest nature has to offer.
It's similar to watching Zhìjiàn when he crashes into Kiheon's arms.
He is only moved away from them because Kiheon is moving.
From afar, he's but a man with unorthodox long hair, a character straight out of a wuxia perhaps? Moving swiftly, as if in a hurry, through a sea of people, causing small ripples and stumbles, but never enough to be worrisome for the crowd isn't thick enough to make him dangerous.
Because dangerous he would be, if the crowd had tried to stop him.
It's in his eyes.
There's no time, no space to stop.
There are images flashing in them, he's hyper-focused on the sight before him, and miles away at the same time, he sees their silhouette, he sees them move along beaten paths without cement, he sees them smile privately in a way so unique to them, he associates them to soft breezes and calm reassurances and the distinct settling of a feeling resounding like 'it'll be all right' mumbled into his hair.
Just a man power-walking through a crowd.
But up close, Zhìjiàn is frantic, frantic when he's pulled in, taut like a wire threatening to snap as he tries to drag himself into Kiheon's arms as much as Kiheon into his own. He grabs, on for dear life, releases again for dear life. He's a mess of limbs, trembling slightly under the quaking inside his chest.
Tears fill his eyes as they helplessly roam Kiheon's features and it can't be real, can it? Distinctly, perhaps, his ears are ringing. Distinctly, he's so relieved it's starting to ache again, distinctly he sobs a sound of relief he can't describe at the sound of Kiheon's voice and presses his fingers into their cheeks, shushing them, trying to stop the stumbling of their words, trying to mark their skin with the sight of his hands on their face, is this real, is this true, is this fact, is he allowed?
He rips his hands away again.
He doesn't know what to do with them.
He hasn't figured out how to speak again. He's whispered Kiheon's name again into a moment of silence because that's all his brain can compute.
At the offered hand, he barely notices his own falling into it as if had waited for this moment only, for centuries past.
Then he closes his eyes.
It's all going way too fast.
Is this okay? Is this real? Is he allowed?
"Hold on, five seconds, hold on," a whispered plea, and wasn't there a crowd? Was there really? Does it matter? Does anything beyond Kiheon matter?