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i feel like everything about this intro is messy as hell, but hey, it's more fitting than u realize considering the absolute idiot angel i'm bringing to the dash!! this is my son, SONG HAESEUNG, and he has literally no thoughts, head empty. at least he's pretty?? no but really, there is a deeper side to him, and he is a v sensitive artist type who's quite comfortable with himself and loves love. there's some more info under the cut (alas i have yet to write a proper bio rip me) and i rly look forward to writing with all of you!!

statistics. / wanted plots.

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The bodyguard perked up at the reply he got from the local guy, it seemed like it was indeed a quiet place to live in, the prefect place for someone who had so many eyes on them to be free and breath some fresh air, this was what they needed. A genuine small smile grew on his face at such knowladge, “It’s great to hear that, it’s what…I was looking for.”He confessed, “The city is a little bit too much after some time…”

haeseung gave a bit of thought to the other man’s additional question, running through his knowledge of the island. “you’ll probably want kalopsia, then; it’s actually just a couple blocks from magnolia place. easily the most popular bakery in town,” he responded assuringly, taking note of how focused the other seemed. it was almost as though he were taking a mental photograph of haeseung’s words; an intense trait to be sure. he’d definitely never seen the man before, and as he was prone to being at least somewhat familiar with most of the citizens of the island, he figured he must have been very new to the place.

hearing the man talk about what must have been a mainland city, haeseung listened with great interest, wondering what it must have been like. it was rather embarrassing, so he rarely ever admitted it, but he’d never actually been to the mainland aside from when he was first born in the coastal city of changwon, and he wasn’t exactly spending his newborn months making long term memories.

“a big city must be overwhelming, i guess,” he mused, a dreamy tone to his voice. he did have hopes to visit seoul one day, he had just never gotten around to it. and maybe there was also a tiny hint of intimidation. “i can’t even imagine how many people could be around at any given moment,” he wondered out loud, picturing masses of humanity moving as one through the some of the country’s major cities. while it definitely sounded worth a visit, haeseung didn’t know if he could ever handle living in such a place.

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he bows immediately in response but sees a radish rolling across the ground a moment later, letting out a little “oh!” as he gets down to collect them into his arms. “haeseung-ssi! your radishes are trying to run away.” he says with a little giggle, standing a moment later with them all collected, propped against his chest. 

“it is me, just a little less covered in paint.” he says, grin spread across his lips and denting those dimples into his cheeks. his eyes catch on all of the bags he’s carrying– “do you need any help with those?”  

eyes narrowing in embarrassment, haeseung watched as his radishes rolled right into a heap at his younger’s feet. it was safe to say the former never really had it together at his best moments, but in public was always where he shone at doing stupid things. “ah, it’s my fault really. i should have planned better for myself,” he replied sheepishly, wrestling a hand free from his burden to scoop up the fallen vegetables. it was probably better to just prepare something with what he had, along with the tofu he had at home, rather than making an attempt for the red snapper he was originally after. he turned his attention back to yeseung a few seconds.

“thank you for offering though. i should probably put an end to my shopping day, huh?” haeseung had to laugh at himself, it was imperative to getting through the day sometimes. he knew yeseung was still relatively new to the island, with the small bit he’d learned about him when the young man enrolled in his recreational art class. he seemed to have a very creative mind, and his interpretations of the lessons always fascinated him. “the lack of paint must have been what tripped me up,” he chuckled.

haeseung wondered if he was in pursuit of something specific at the market. “were you just browsing, or can i help you find something in particular? it can be a bit of a maze around here,” the older man declared, eyes scanning the numerous branches of piers and market stalls. “i remember once, when i was a child, i got so mixed up doing the shopping for my aunt that it ended up getting dark before i found everything,” he shuddered at the memory, but a grin grew as well. “it definitely motivated me to learn the layout.”

it had been one of those days that were filled with heavy sighs and thoughtless mistakes; it seemed like everywhere he went, haeseung was knocking market displays over or accidentally bumping people. his head was in a fog, and he had no business being out in public while also trying to formulate thoughts, to be fair. he’d been in a funk as of late, thinking a lot about his parents and just how cruel it was to have been given so little time with them. they’d never see one of his paintings, never see him marry, never see how his life would turn out.

he’d been lingering outside dallia’s workplace, her father’s record store, for the past forty-five minutes. from the first time they’d met, haeseung had gained a soft spot for the girl; she said what was on her mind, and she was something of a confidant for him. a bit like the younger sister he’d never had, but would have made his life much better. he didn’t want to bother her with his problems, especially since he wasn’t his normal, happy self, so he was hesitant about heading inside. his hand finally found the door anyway, and without much thought, he pushed his way into the establishment.

albums from every genre fills shelves as far as the eye could see, and dallia’s favorite linkin park tracks hummed nostalgically over the store’s speaker systems. with one of the only smiles he’d worn that day, haeseung’s coffee colored hues scanned the store for his friend. finally spotting her emerging from the back. “i, too, am a robot boy,” was his soft attempt at a joke and his initial greeting, folding his hands over the counter and pressing his forehead down on top of them in a comical, if not sad display.

it had taken him nearly 45 minutes to reach the edge of town, but the wind whipping his hair up into a frayed mess as he stepped off the shuttle bus made the trip entirely worth it. then again, he had been seated next to a crying baby and their frustrated mother the entire time, so exiting the bus probably would have been pleasant no matter where’d he’d been let off. he had come to the fish market with the hopes of procuring a perfect red snapper for the domi maeuntang he intended to make for dinner that evening, and there was a certain stall at the very end of the pier that he knew he could rely on.

his sneakers bounced softly along the aged pier’s surface, smiling as the crests sloshed around its posts beneath his feet. he enjoyed how lively the market was, with all the different produce and fish stalls lined with customers; citizens and tourists alike. he browsed a couple of produce stalls for the vegetables and spices he needed, gathering mu, zucchini, scallions & more. by the end of his seasoning frenzy, his arms were so full of shopping bags and packges that he was concerned as to whether he’d even have room to carry the snapper. clearly, he hadn’t thought this through, which was fairly on brand for him. 

to say that haeseung woke up that day expecting to hear the request he’d just received would be a bold faced lie. “your...portrait?” given the dark ambience of his studio, his deep brown hues were unreadable, as he repeated the request out loud once more. “you want me to paint your portrait? no one’s ever asked me that before...are you sure?” his adam’s apple betrayed his nervousness with a visible gulp. for as long as he’d been an artist, he’d never thought to commission portraits, before.