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[kiceun]

‘would i ever lie to you?’

❪ source. ❫ different ways to say i love you❪ asker. ❫ @kugatsui❪ status. ❫ accepting

      ❛ now that’s a ridiculous question...❜      he’s so distrusting of people it’s almost vexatious. it’s not a narrow mindset which he carries... rather more of a certain perspective he’s adapted to himself based on everything he’s been through for his sixteen years old wretched living. what’s poignant is the fact that a youngster such as ilseong should not carry such somber views of the world but it is rather inevitable to gather such notions after what he has been through. that being said, his noxious and prejudicial views which reflect on his normal conduct and cause him to behave indecently for most times is not justified. it’s just when people genuinely seem to care for him he uncomfortably crawls into his own skin and pushes them away as some sort of self-defence mechanism which always ends up wounding him solely. well, mostly. and once christine -- oh he’s sorry -- september (he prefers calling her nari, anyway, for it’s easier to pronounce) seems to offer him her sheer solicitude he’s got his doubts. it’s a pattern that he’s using long-term and now when the older one proposes him some succor he thinks and is most certainly assured that she’s got some secret motives behind her gracious conduct. otherwise, why would she offer to help him in times of need? besides, he abhors children too much to even consider her proposition in first place, but as much as he appreciates the gesture and meaning behind it, he’s withdrawing back to shielding his own sentiments from being abused once again -- because whenever he shows trust, it ends up being broken and shattered. and that is something which he’s gotten so sickened, so revolted of, that he will do anything to prevent its happening ... even as it includes hurting others (who only wish to help the lost boy) along the way.

      ❛you see, everyone lies. it’s just a basic human nature to cover up things or sayings we’ve done wrong with lies. white lies. harmless lies. lies. they’re everywhere and between you and me, i think we’ve already established that i trust no one, you included. you see, if we had a bit of long-term and stable foundation between the two of us then yeah, i would have believed you... or at least concidered the option but i don’t know you well enough to be sure you aren’t lying to me. that’s a major reason why i don’t believe you.❜ 

      ❛ so to answer your question: yes. i think you would. ❜

[sunmichi]

welcome aboard! @kugatsui

Tuesdays are oddly ambiguous days of the week, often taking on the guise of another day. Some weeks, they feel like Mondays, a twenty-four hour-long extension of that rumbling, sputtering start that’s still teetering reluctantly---painfully so---on the edge of take-off. Other weeks, they skip over the hump with a glorious leap and seem to run straight into Thursdays, an ending come deceptively early.

On the first kind of Tuesdays, Mi sometimes finds herself propelled from the shop by a potent dose of restlessness and boredom. Today, the curtains she’s been tediously fixing up stitch-by-stitch have been left strewn over a worktable, doors hastily locked up. Today, she has another destination: it’s not one of the food stands around the Insadong area from which she usually returns to the shop; it’s not her apartment, which welcomes her home faithfully and quietly between the hours of seven-p.m. and one-a.m.; it’s not a lack of destination either, the uncertainty that she indulges in.

She manages to find an empty spot---just large enough to fit the borrowed pickup truck, some three blocks away from the school. Between both her arms and one hip, she manages to carry an old quilt, her bag, and a couple totes of assorted food---which she maneuvers with difficulty through the school’s door (only really made possible by the help of a kind staff member who’d been on his way out). From there, it’s just one, two, three, four, five, six doors down toward the end of the hall: the room is still brightly lit, announcing its occupancy---by a particular lady named September whose company and presence Mi finds herself wanting at the moment. A presence she can’t help but gravitate toward for all its shine and glitter and sparkle. What that shine is, she hasn’t figured out yet.

“Guwol-aaaaaah!” Smack! There’s the caricature-ish sound of flesh against glass as Mi presses her cheek up to the door with a sing-song call, before letting herself into the classroom with a flourish---at least as much as she can manage with a hundred things in hand. She allows them to drop to the floor with a bow, grin plastered onto her face as she straightens, facing September. “I knew my favorite teacher would be hard at work soooo---I, your favorite student, present my newest project, destined for an ‘A’, I hope.” With a burst of overdone enthusiasm, mustered for the show, she frames the pile of bags on the floor with jazz fingers. “Ta-daaa! A portable indoor classroom picnic for two!”

[sunmichi]

villainous traits.

BOLD all that apply. (italics = dependent on mental state, etc.) / please repost, do not reblog.

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