OKAY! now i demand some yue lung (or maybe sing and yue lung) headcanons! your hcs are so good and you're doing amazing, sweetie 💕💕💕
ty!!! i’m so happy you love my hcs :’) i’m always here to be a light in the dark abyss that is the canon
wine aunty oof !
watches k-dramas religiously. sheds a few tears. it’s emotional.
owns 9238129 bobby pins. always losing them.
“sing! come here and massage my shoulders.”
“karen? next door?” *sips tea* “what an absolutely frightful woman.”
“yo, there’s some flowers from the new neighbors.” // “dispose of them at once, sing, you foolish boy. i know it’s all a ploy to kill me.” // sing: *rolls his eyes so hard they go into the back of his skull*
“sing! hurry up. i’m not getting any younger out here.”
on sing’s birthday: “look in that mirror. i see a strong, confident, beautiful young man. oh look! you’re here too.”
“i don’t understand this … this ….. ‘mario kart’, sing. you will have to explain it to me again.”
sing asks to learn about pressure points. wine aunty scoffs but agrees. the first lesson is a godawful disaster. sing is scowling and wine aunty is hair-flipping every 0.3 seconds. “goodness, sing, a bumbling elephant has more grace than that.” there are some sharp whacks with a cane. sing narrowly dodges. but it’s more to fix his stance than to actually hurt him.
they both really, really take a liking to those stress relieving coloring books. wine aunty colors with all the precision of someone who is planning a battle strategy while sing is sprawled out on the floor on his stomach, head tilted, tongue sticking out in fierce concentration as he makes bold strokes and tries to keep it inside the lines.
