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“Smartypants” an audiobook by Han Seunghyun.

Let me tell you a story about a boy who was too much of a smartass that he refused to wear some pants just because they didn’t go with his shirt and end up dying out of hypothermia. So, once upon a time, there lived a 5-year-old boy named Yeohun who was so stubborn he never listened to what his brother said. One day, Yeohun was thirsty so he asked his brother to get him some milk to drink. His brother, on the other hand, was this perfect ray of sunshine who bled rainbows and glittery gooey shit– a golden boy with a big big heart. Anyway, Yeohun’s a greedy little bastard. One drink wasn’t enough for him so he kept on pushing his brother to give him more milk to drink even when his brother told him to stop because he would probably pass the fuck out from all the milk he’d been drinking. But nooooo. Yeohun would yell and kick and throw fucking tantrums everywhere to the point he would break a vase or spill the milk all over the motherfucking floor. Jesus, don’t even get me started on the floor, it was like an aftermath of some wild gangbang party– white liquid…every…where. Sure, it was nothing, his brother could just clean the shit up but LITTLE SHITE BLAMED HIS BROTHER’S DOG FOR IT which was not cool because how the fuck could a dog mess up that much?? So his brother prayed to God to give him all the patience in the world to handle his lovely brother he loved so dearly who was probably the reincarnation of the prince of darkness himself, by the way. He said “God, I’ve always been a good child who doesn’t deserve none of this bullshit so why the fuck are you like this to me?” and since God’s the man and he was really kind, he gave Yeohun’s brother an ounce more of patience, the brother was able to avoid going berserk up on this kid– and also because he loved him so much though he never really admit it– fucking gross, man, feelings.Anywho, the older brother cleaned up all his mess despite the rage he kept within him. And told Yeohun to change his shorts because it was all wet and it was 12 freakin’ degrees outside. The brother went to his fresh laundry and grabbed himself a soft and comfortable sweatpants for Yeohun to wear but he was like “NOOOOO THOSE DON’T GO WITH THE SHIRT” and BAM that was when he drew the line. The brother, with a very severe broken heart, searched all around the room for a fuck to give and found none. He had enough of his brother’s antics that he left him alone in the house. Legend said Yeohun died out of hypothermia but there was also a myth circulating around the town that if you called his name three times you would hear a baby voice going “NOOOOO THOSE DON’T GO WITH THE SHIRT”

The End.

                The author isn't one for reporting - - for searching and grasping those questions the world needs to know. His love and abilities lie in the stories he writes and the art he draws. And yet he finds himself at a press meet , tucked away in a corner away from the bustling crowd fighting for dominance over one another. He wouldn't normally find himself in a crowd ; fawning over one prized public figure or another. Waiting to see, hear their golden words - - hoping they would fill some void in them. He wasn't spiteful after all , holding a bit of fame himself in the world of books and manga. Still, they stood at different sides of the world and the fact didn't bother him in the least.

Yeo Hunter ; the crop of the worlds richest and most followed. He's heard of him of course, though he's never had the chance to see him in public. He's come here for a reason, a favor of sorts for one of the man's biggest fans ( or so she claimed ). He had been begged to get an autograph at any cost, and being the friend he was he had agreed. He had prepared for this, but what he hadn't prepared for was when Hunter made his appearance. His surprise is apparent, and he tucks himself away for the remainder of the interview.

❝ Stop manhandling the ice cream, 오빠! ❞ Although she tries to appear as stern and as serious as possible, lips clamped down tightly in a straight line as she struggles to free the container from his iron grip, her façade doesn’t quite hold together as seamlessly as she’d like. And soon enough, her true personality bubbles to the surface, exasperated laughter spilling from the corners of her lips. ❝ The ice cream’s going to melt... time out, time out! ❞

✞. ┊             Intak is, more or less, shameless. Not out of disrespect, but rather the only good thing that came from dying was that he has shed a majority of his timid nature. Sure it was still present in the way he was hesitant to answer people who approach him, especially strangers. Or how he’d rather chew off his own tongue than speak up during some kind of conflict.

              But dying did not change one thing: he was still a people pleaser. He’s always has been, eagerly searching for his mother’s approval and then his father’s when he came into his life. Now, he’s a slave to his own immortality, so serving people is all he’s ever known, before and after death.

            This was different, though. One of his students at the school he worked at as a teacher aid often expressed her interest in fashion. During their free time and lunch, the little girl will perch in his lap and show him all of the fashion magazines her mother brought her. Point out the different styles, and while Intak himself doesn’t understand half the things she says, he recognizes who features in her magazines ------

           ------ and he’s sitting two tables away from him at the cafe. Now, the hyena is sure that the male would like his own privacy, but he isn’t sure if he’d be able to face doe-eyed Song Minsun the next day if he passes this up. So, anxiety be damned, the male slowly approaches.

[KKT; Hunter 🐺] ] Of course today & I miss shopping with you. You have the best opinions of course! [KKT; Hunter 🐺 ]]  She can come of course. Sunny would love to see her! Though Sunny will mainly be in her stroller. Still learning the fundamentals of walking.  [KKT; Hunter 🐺] ]   As parents is a requirement to multitask 

❛ let’s at least TRY to get the fuck outta here? i don’t know where my security is, but they’re probably on their way. let’s just go, after they question us. i’m startin’ t’ get anxious. i don’t have a good feelin’ about us stayin’ here. ❜

        ❝ Are you kidding me? The sooner we get out of here, the better. ❞ She didn’t enjoy being there anymore than he did. In fact, her initial instinct was to look to every luminous exit sign, each now heavily occupied by clones of the same uniform. Being involved with any law enforcement, even in the slightest, had her feeling extremely apprehensive. Her poor experience with them triggered that sense of resentment and overall made her want to leave. However, she wasn’t an IDIOT, even with the amount of alcohol burning through her system. Avoiding their inquiry would only pin the suspicions on her, and she couldn’t risk bringing that kind of baggage home. Anxieties aside, they were both just going to need to suck it up and bear with it till their contribution to the case is absolved. ❝ You’re not getting a good feeling NOW?? Not after somebody just got SHOT?? ❞ Her scoff permeated subtle dismay and she shook her head, hands rubbing both her arms to better comfort herself. ❝ Should we look for somebody to talk to? I don’t want to just stand here – ❞

And just as she made the suggestion, someone pulled up right behind Hunter with their notepad brimming with the same questions, probably collecting duplicate answers. Fiona remained rooted to that same exact spot, eyes following the end of their pen while they scribbled ink across those yellow sheets of paper. The questions asked were typically what you’d expect; were you at the scene of the crime? can you identify the shooter? what were you doing when this happened? So on and so forth. Her responses seemed to play in repetition. Numerous ‘I don’t knows’ and 'I couldn’t really see.’ The statements seemed to suffice; light nods gesturing her to hurry onto the next, only gaining further answers that were no different from the last. Yet it felt like it was getting dragged on FOREVER. Perhaps it was because of her increasing eagerness, but with each time she snuck a glance at Hunter’s wristwatch, the arms never seemed to budge.

        Surely enough, the interviews did come to a conclusion, at least on their parts, releasing them from further questioning and directed to the nearest exit. She took it in stride, giving Hunter’s shoulder a gentle nudge with her own before pushing past the reduced crowd in their way. Whether he wanted to wait on his guards or not was all on him, but she’d been waiting long enough. With all the events that occurred in such a short time, she was desperate to be outside, or just away from that vacinity entirely. A night away from the stress and troubles in her personal life only translated into something equally as problematic. Which wasn’t anything out of the ordinary when it came to her life; the world had a really SHITTY way of dealing her a bad hand. But, even this, was really pushing it. ❝ Came out to have a good time, and instead, I witness a homicide. ❞ Her laugh was dry while shaky fingers tried to fish out a cigarette, her next fight being with the wind blowing out her flame each time she manaaged to get the lighter lit. ❝ FUCK!! What a total buzz kill, am I right? ❞