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all it takes is one person to make you feel wanted.
myungsoo’s never been subtle.
myungsoo gets drunk. that's it. that's the story.
myungsoo meets sungyeol on a friday.
what would you do if you worked at a haunted hotel, was secretly in love with the boss' drop-dead gorgeous son, and you had only two weeks to win a christmas decoration competition?
five years of kim myungsoo's life, from fifteen to twenty.
alcohol and fooling around, crossdressing, woohyun is evil, sungyeol sometimes doesn't understand his life, and myungsoo is unpredictable.
based off this story about myungsoo and sungyeol physically fighting and hurting each other.
feelings don’t exist in his world. they shouldn’t anyway.
there are two things myungsoo knows he cannot possibly survive without: a gun (an old police-issue one he stole during the beginning of the end, where there was chaos and fear but most of all hope because back then, people still believed things could get better) and a handheld radiation meter.
sungyeol doesn't get it. myungsoo only kind of does.
stranger things have happened in seoul, myungsoo tells himself as he stares at the card in his hand.
sungyeol and myungsoo adventure across the multiverse only to find that they can't find a single dimension they can get along in
when he steps out of the darkroom to a lungful of unscented air and the sound of the clinking bell, everything is still steeped in red. even so, the boy standing in front of the counter is unusually good looking (notwithstanding the red-tinted skin and pink eyes and a really weird choice in corduroy pants) but more importantly, this is someone he’s never seen around before.
sungyeol wants his ex jealous. myungsoo needs the money. it’s a win-win deal.
he really just wants to have one goddamn minute to himself so he can breathe in as many toxins as he wishes without being threatened with exile from the only thing that makes him happy anymore, because it's his fucking body, but it's not really. He belongs to the public now, to the hundreds of thousands of shrill cries that echo in his head before he falls asleep each night.
distance is the leap of faith between lover and friend. intimacy is the thin line in between.
sometimes myungsoo looks at sungyeol and feels bad.
4 times sungyeol kisses myungsoo, and 1 time myungsoo has had enough.
"fuck off," myungsoo grumbled at his phone, pressing down on the power button to turn it off. he settled back down into the couch, watching silently as the woman on the screen cried dramatically as her husband stormed around their house, preparing to leave her for good. "serves her right. cheating bitch."
truth be told, sungyeol owes everything to his blindness. (everything happy, everything sad.)
sungyeol thinks he’s too young to think about love.
myungsoo meets lee sungyeol on a rainy day. myungsoo likes to take photographs, and sungyeol's a design student. Things happen.
there is Infinite and then there is sungyeol.
it is twelve in the afternoon on a sunday morning when the device wakes myungsoo up.
myungsoo likes low variance. then, he meets sungyeol.
it starts with clothes covered in mud
myungsoo falls into a system of bad ideas after coming home to find sungyeol distressed and very, very high.
sungyeol leaves for japan to film a drama. he doesn’t come back.
everyone knows unicorns don't fly.
myungsoo has never been good with words, but sometimes flowers are all he needs to express himself.
sep 19 2018 +