#flowerytruth

@flowerytruth​ asked: “  i just wanted to say i’m sorry. ” seungbae

MISC MEME STARTERS

      Yoon Bum couldn’t help but feel numb to the countless of others who pitied his existence only after the events within the span of a year or so. To say he was happy that Sangwoo was getting locked away would be a lie-- one he’d never be able to confess too. The one being seen truly as a victim, never to truly to be loved and held by the blond-haired strong arms left Bum an aching mess masked by a fake relief to those he deemed unaware of what he truly meant to the man who couldn’t recall to look like anymore.

      Bum leaned back in his bed, staring down at the sheets that covered his legs as he understood completely what Seungbae meant when he apologized-- the idea that what Bum went through was terrible, and that he shouldn’t have had to go through that, not the fact the only one who deemed him special was now far from his embrace.

    a reputation precedes him wherever he goes; looked down by guards as well as other inmates, some which wanted to act as they were morally righteous & condemn him for his crimes against women. as if they were any better. for people waiting on death row, there were quite a few that liked to pretend as if there was something salvageable about them—that they weren’t as bad as the ‘pretty boy’ ; nickname that made his eyes roll due to its lack of originality. as if being called like that in prison was any way different from being told so outside. sangwoo chose to ignore most comments aimed at him.

     there’s not much to do when one is sentenced to prison. the days were beginning to blend together until one lost notion of time. days turned into weeks & weeks into months, all while waiting for a visit that never came. his demands were as listened to as what the other inmates said. his erratic behaviour slowly disappearing until he was calm again—his demeanour being closer to that of the sangwoo everyone thought that they knew.

      no one visits him. not that he’s surprised. the one person that would ( in his mind & heart, he wanted to believe that he would ), was most likely denied so time after time despite the claims being made about his involvement. if sangwoo was going to sink, he intended to take bum with him, but given his circumstances, he was a mere victim in the police’s eyes.

     where were then when sangwoo was a victim, as well?

     no one but a single person wants to meet him. to keep track of him & get into the killer’s mind—a man that he could not bear to look at first, but with time, he had grown accustomed to. hollow eyes set on the man that ruined his eyes. the intensity of his gaze betraying the smirk forming upon his lips.

Curtains of rain lash the pavement outside as Mizuki curses herself once again for agreeing to accompany Hasumi (now long gone) to one of Kirisaki Daiichi’s games. Although, she can’t in conscience classify what she just witnessed as a game. It was more of a one-sided beatdown with Kirisaki Daiichi  outplaying their opponent and deliberately injuring them too. And it had been so boring. Thank god she had brought a book.

The sound of footsteps grounds Mizuki in the present. She turns in the direction of the sound as a boy around her age steps into the hallway. She studies him for a moment, noting that he’s carrying a gym bag and not carrying an umbrella. Mizuki glances down at her green frog umbrella in her hands. She looks out at the street where the rain is pouring down in torrents, then back at her umbrella, and finally back to the boy.

“Hey. You. Where’re you headed? I’ll walk you there.”

                                         —— » [ @flowerytruth ]

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♒ — This had to be one of the most stupidest things he ever did his life. No, take that back. The stupidest thing, because why the hell was he even here? Oh right, Riku. Damn that idiot with his senseless brain of his. But yet, here he was. After being convinced about seeing him fight, Rin and his friends decided to head with their teammate to see this so called underground fight where Riku was going to participate.

Rin was against the whole idea from the beginning, the only reason he was going was to make sure Riku didn’t go up and end up being beaten to death.

The place was dark and it was already packed with some shady people, but once the fighting started; he had to admit, it looked pretty damn cool. He leaned forward a little, wanting to get a good view when Riku stepped up and Rin fought hard to not grab him and pull the idiot back.

But then the moment his opponent showed up, Rin had to whistle because.....damn. Riku was so screwed.

[  sex + romance headcanons  /  accepting  ]

💕 would my muse ever be in a polyamorous relationship?

            hard to say . . . maybe when he’s more comfortable in a monogamous one first  ,  he’s got no experience in relationships so being in ONE is already overwhelming for him currently  ,  but perhaps once he is more comfortable in one and he feels attraction to another . . . he may be open to the idea but a lot of convincing might happen  .  yukio is open — minded  ,  but he is conservative and reserved  .  he’s not likely to be the ONE who suggests polyamory  .

🍬 is my muse a sub, dom, or switch?

            maybe swinging between switch and  /  or dom . . . this concept is entirely new to him  ,  he tends be rather vanilla and takes on these roles unknowingly  .  he tends to go more for the softer sides of things  ,  hurting his partners or causing any sort of PAIN is not his cup of tea . . . being domineering isn’t the type that he is  ,  he tends to be more of a caring type and taking care of his partners  .

🎥 who is my muse’s celebrity crush?

a frown settles on his lips and his brows furrow in irritation. his gaze is settled on his phone, and his fingers are anxiously tapping against the table as he sits with kisumi in his sister’s cafe. ❝ ne, kisumi. ❞ he begins, his gaze still hyper-focused on his phone.