if this is it now .

hewwo everyone ,, my name is bon or bonbon, he/they, est, 24, and tired 24/7. im bringing you my angel on the inside hangyeol who is just trying to run from his trauma ): but aren’t they all ): anyway thank u for the messages nd being patient with me joining nd being late. i will get to my dms as well as reply to starters in just a bit !!!

❃ ↷ ˊ-          pelican town is all abuzz about KIM HANGYEOL, our resident 20-year old MAIL SORTER / UNIVERSITY STUDENT . you know, the one who looks like SON YOUNGJAE / ERIC? i don’t see it, but maybe that’s just because they remind me of a grave decorated with white flowers, black coffee way too early in the morning, and a photobook full of purposefully forgotten memories tucked away on a bookshelf every time i see them at THE MAYOR’S OFFICE. word around town is that they’re increasingly POLISHED and DILIGENT, but can get rather TEMPERAMENTAL. hope to see them around the valley soon!

@lstdcmbr​​​​ liked this starter call!

the  moon  cast  a  milky  glow  on  the  world  below  it.  noeul  took  a  deep  breath  of  the  crisp ,  late  night  air  and  used  her  phone’s  flashlight  to  guide  her  through  the  pelican  town  cemetery.  she’d  been  there  at  sunset ,  paying  her  respects  to  her  dearly  departed  favorite  uncle ,  but  had  to  rush  home  as  a  sudden  and  unexpected  rainstorm  had  cut  everything  short.  in  the  mad  dash  to  leave  while  still  somewhat  dry ,  she’d  forgotten  the  key  to  her  apartment.  to  make  matters  worse ,  it  had  been  her  spare  key ,  so  there  was  no  backup  plan.  noeul  was  franticly  searching  through  muddied  grass  for  any  sign  of  a  sparkle.  so  far ,  she  had  found  nothing  and  she  was  growing  more  and  more  worried  she’d  have  to  break  into  her  own  home.  the  sound  of  footsteps  approaching  caused  her  to  still ,  and  also  become  acutely  aware  of  the  fact  that  these  circumstances  were  prime  horror  movie  fodder.  great ,  i  cannot  find  my  key  and  i’m  about  to  die !!  her  overactive  imagination  ran  away  with  her  and  all  noeul  could  do  was  stand  there  in  fear.  wait ,  no  it  wasn’t !!  she  had  something  on  her  side.  something  small ,  but  still  something.  she  shone  her  phone’s  flashlight  around ,  trying  to  scare  off  the  would - be  attacker  …  until  the  light  helped  her  recognize  hangyeol ,  who  was  nothing  of  the  sort. “ hangyeol ?? ”  she  called  out  before  pointing  her  flashlight  back  down  at  the  ground.  noeul’s  self  awareness  was  enough  to  get  her  to  acknowledge  the  situation  she’d  found  herself  in. “ i  guess  you’re  wondering  why  i’m  in  the  graveyard  at  this  hour … ”

  to be in the graveyard at night was a brave thing to do in the first place. but when it came to hangyeol, it was just a quick thought to graze through the rows and rows of gravestones belonging to people who had lost their lives. it made him think of his own life, his own father, and he felt like it was the right choice to stop by on his walk back home from the jojo mart. sure, his mother and beloved were waiting up for him at the house, but there was something in him that just wanted to take the chance. there was no real harm in taking a detour — right ?  well, it was probably a bit of a relief that he had done so, as he finds someone hurriedly digging around in the ground. though hangyeol should steer clear, he wonders if this person is okay, and with how the weather had been, he would feel bad if they had gotten any more wet. hangyeol slowly approaches, seeing the flashlight one second and then having it blare in his face the next. his eyes squeeze shut, only for a voice to call his name and hangyeol realizes that he knows this person — noeul. his hand that had gone up to block his face slowly falls as he greets the other with a nod. ❝ nice to see you — oh, ❞ he pauses, shrugging his shoulders slowly. ❝ i assume you are in a graveyard to pay respects but … if i say i wonder why you’re here, then you could very well ask the same for me. ❞ he then angles his umbrella towards her. ❝ do you need help with something ?  it might rain again soon. ❞

@lstdcmbr​ liked for a tfln starter!  

     [ ☆  txt: han ] well     [ ☆  txt: han ] i woke up to a text from my cab driver that said      [ ☆  txt: han ] ‘i hope you’re alive’      [ ☆  txt: han ] so that’s a pretty good indication of how i was acting last night

location : stardrop saloon ! open to anyone !

          “ thank  you  for  meeting  with  me, “ miri  began,  her  voice  heavy  with  a  somber  gravity  that  suggested  a  far  more  severe  and  serious  situation  than  the  one  actually  taking  place  —  namely,  the  fortune  teller  and  her  companion  for  the  evening  tucked  away  in  a  secluded  corner  of  the  saloon,  seated  opposite  each  other  as  she  cuts  her  cards  on  the  table  between  them.  (  she’d  brought  her  own  tablecloth  and  done  a  quick  cleanse  on  the  table  before  she  started,  of course ;  she  guarded  her  decks  more  closely  than  her  life.  )  “ i  hope  i  didn’t  pull  you  away  from  anything  important …  it’s  just  that  i  couldn’t  shake  this  overwhelming  feeling  that  the  spirits  have  an  important  message  for  you. “  finally  feeling  content  with  her  shuffling ,  she  flipped  over  the  card  that  had  come  up  first  and  winced.  “ ten  of  swords … you  doing  alright?”

it only takes a split second’s lapse of attention to make him slip, the branches of the large maple rustling as a senlin-sized thing tumbles down through the foliage. he lands with an ungraceful thump into a patch of springy grass. a few leaves drift down in pursuit, and there may or may not be a concerning amount of silence that follows - before…

“owww…”

senlin rubs at the back of his head, slowly sitting up. he’d landed on his arm, and it’s starting to tingle in a strange way. still, he’s pretty sure he’s fine - this isn’t the first time he’s fallen out of this specific tree, although it might be the first time he’s fallen out of one so close to somebody. “i’m good,” he yells up to them with a slightly wonky thumbs-up, stretching the offending limb out with a wince. “woo, that was close! sorry about that!”

open starter / anyone!

  to say it was startling  would be an understatement, and if it had not been the cute senlin that had plopped down in front of him. hangyeol calls him cute in the back of his mind and that is despite senlin being a year older than him, too. it didn’t matter — what mattered was the boy now on the ground before him having fallen out of a literal tree  … what was hangyeol to do in this silly little situation ? well, he supposes that he should help senlin — even though the boy insists that he’s … good  .

  without really realizing that he is doing so, hangyeol reaches out a subtle hand to the other to help him up. any other time, he might find himself scolding someone, but right now, he was a bit worried about how the other faired. ❝ senlin — ❞ hangyeol addresses in what he tries to make a very authoritative tone. once he has helped the other up, he wipes his hand on his coat. ❝ an apology won’t be good enough … why were you up in that tree ?  ❞

001.  –––––––  𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩  𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴  𝘰𝘯  𝘤𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦  .   ˗ˏˋ    𝑽𝑰𝑺𝑨𝑮𝑬    ˎˊ˗

002.  –––––––  𝘪  𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸  𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥  𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳  𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦  𝘢  𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘰  𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴  .   ˗ˏˋ     𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑺𝑬     ˎˊ˗

003.  –––––––  𝘺𝘰𝘶  𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘸  𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴  𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥  𝘮𝘺  𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘴  .   ˗ˏˋ     𝑰𝑺𝑴𝑺     ˎˊ˗