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`` TILL I FIND YOU

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korean chinese food tastes nowhere as good as the zhajiangmian from one of the many small, rusty street food carts back in hong kong, but right now sicheng finds no need to complain, not when he’s sitting right across from a boy whose very essence gives sicheng the little taste of home he craves from time to time.

sicheng can’t help but smile ( perhaps a little too widely ) as he eats, mind still reeling from the initial shock of familiarity that came with running into linong in the grey halls of the academy this morning. maybe he looks stupid trying to eat while asking fifty million questions ( “is my brother still banned from that dim sum restaurant across the street from school? it’s been like two years!” ) at the same time, black bean sauce smearing his lips but he can’t find it in him to care when the nostalgia that spews from the younger boy’s lips in response to said questions is exactly what sicheng has been missing along.

“you know, i really miss hong kong and all but i love it here too. oh and i can tutor you in anything you need!” he adds, albeit with words sounding more like mumbles than coherent, courtesy of the mouthful of food he currently is housing. it is then that he notices the bill left on the corner of the table, a sign the restaurant staff believe that the duo have come close to overstaying their welcome, but when sicheng’s mood is already this sky high there is very little that can drag it back down. “ah, today’s dinner is on gege. don’t worry about it,” he says, hands already placing a few crumpled bills on the table.

even as he stands up, fixing his jacket and pushing his chair in, sicheng feels there’s something missing—no matter how full, he’s come to believe avidly that there’s always room for something sweet. “should we grab ice cream on the way back? there’s this really good cafe near the shatterdome.”

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he’s too pretty… 💖

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xdrmark:

(...) 

“this could be gasoline for all i know so i might die, but, uh, wanna die with me?”

if everything in this world were up to him, sicheng would’ve spent most of his friday nights in bed. the rosy ideal of youthful years spent recklessly is lost on a case like his. wild nights out, the combined abuse of only-god-knows-what substances, and one too many bad ideas are just not his cup of tea. of course, that doesn’t mean there aren’t times where he does find himself in one of these questionable escapades, engaging in the red solo cup involving activities of the typical broke-and-highkey-wanna-die-but-still-trying-to-fit-in uni student lifestyle. more often than not however, he does all of this out of something other than sheer, spontaneous will. a mere “hey, let’s go to this party” or “dude, i just found this new bar” here and there is all it really takes for the rest of his night to become an absolute blur of things he’s half glad have been permanently erased from his memory. ( usually this is also accompanied by a bad case of migraines the next morning more frequently than he’d like, but who’s really keeping track? ).

so when his little session of fortnite is interrupted by an uncharacteristically excited mark with something sicheng can only describe as a knowing twinkle in his eye, he knew he was done for ( his liver perhaps slightly moreso ). he takes in the assortment of colorful snack packaging, the all too familiar shade of bright green being the most jarring of them all, with wide eyes. “where in the world did you get this?” he gasped, ripping the gaming headset off of his hair and closing the distance between them with a quick, two strides. his fingers reach for it before his mind could find the decency to ask, but he figures mark wouldn’t mind much anyways. upon closer inspection and the visual confirmation that it is certainly what he had suspected, sicheng elicits an “oh my god!” from pure joy.

“i haven’t had one of these green grape candy thingies in such a long time.”

he’s beaming, eyes shining with no less than stars when he unwraps one of said thingies and pops it into his mouth, pressing the hard candy into the inside of his cheek out of habit. only then does he let his eyes wander to the bottle mark has been waving in the air, the weight of his words finally sinking in.

“oh, where did you get that?” he asks, no malice or accusation to be found in his voice. instead, just genuine curiosity. it was highly unlikely that the pair found themselves drinking together. neither boy was really fond of wasted shenanigans and friday night havoc, but sicheng ignores that fact. he pushes it into the very back of his mind because it’s mark, and he knew he was in for a wild ride as soon as he saw the cheeky grin make its way across the younger’s lips. if he’s being honest, however, sicheng really doesn’t mind—for mark, sicheng wouldn’t mind doing a lot of things. maybe that’ll get him into some big trouble one day, but for now sicheng figures he’s in the clear.

he rummages around the room, emerging triumphantly a few minutes later with two 10 mL lab beakers, small enough to suffice as makeshift shot glasses. he sets them down on the table, taking a seat as his own glistening gaze meets the one right across from him. although sicheng isn’t quite ready to die just yet, a part of him simply knows, without question, that if mark is standing at the edge of a cliff with his hand outstretched, eyes hopeful and all, he wouldn’t hesitate to grab that hand and take the leap.

“okay,” he shrugs, “let’s die.”

GOT MY BACK

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xdrjungwoo:

PLAN: BAD (...)

to sicheng, quiet nights are a luxury. he’s unassuming, of course. with a big exam coming up in t-less than 8 hours, the boy is occupying himself with what he suspects most would be doing—studying. he’s in the middle of working out a problem on the room’s whiteboard walls when the door bursts open unannounced. the abruptness of the whole situation interrupts his train of thought. going from full speed to a sudden, screeching stop only causes it to run off the rails completely as evidenced by the way he flinches hard at the loud intrusion, and what was supposed to be the answer to a long series of equations became a big, indecipherable squiggle instead. after the mini spike in his heart rate and initial shock had worn off, sicheng is only left with a sigh of defeat. afterall, he should have known that a quiet night for him was too good to be true.

he sees the intent behind the grin and hears the mischief laced in the boy’s voice. he knows that kim jungwoo at 12:08 am sharp on a weekday could only mean trouble. that he should be running as fast as he can in the other direction, not stopping for even a second to look over his shoulder. all of this he knows, and yet he finds himself going through the motions of setting his marker down and swapping his slippers for his trusty beat up vans. it was as if his body was on autopilot while his mind struggled to regain control of his actions. whatever it was, sicheng already knows that it’s too late.

“i was in the middle of studying for our exam tomorrow though,” he protests, though he knows full well this means nothing to the both of them. it was times like these that sicheng wishes he wasn’t such a pushover, as much as he hates to admit it. in this case, old habits certainly do die hard. the world brilliant made him flinch again subconsciously, remembering the last time he had gotten involved in one of jungwoo’s previous “brilliant” plans. for now, all sicheng has left to hold onto is a small sliver of hope that maybe this time, the plan involves nothing more than just a casual walk in the park and maybe a late night snack or two—just maybe. “does wherever we’re going to this time involve going outside? cause i need to know if i should bring my jacket. it’s kinda chilly out.”

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hello, i’m yumi and this here is sicheng, my lil’ clumsy genius from hong kong! the 411 on him can be found here & as a bonus i have added a nice tl;dr of his background & some trivia under the cut. so i’m ugly and do not have a plots page up yet, but i do have a twitter (@sichengly) & open ims if you’d like to brainstorm or just chat. alternatively, smash that like button and i’ll come to you! anyways, i’m real excited to be here and look forward to getting to know all of you!

history !

born in guangzhou, china as the oldest of two boys to a firefighting father & a mother who works as a nurse

had a very healthy childhood and family life bc his parents found a lot of time to hang out with him and his bro—lots of family bonding trips and family traditions

lost his dad in the second kaiju attack in 2003, sicheng was 6 at the time and the family was on a vacation to manila. being the firefighter he was, sicheng’s dad rushed his family to safety before running back into the heart of all the chaos in order to save other people in the resort they were staying at

mom moved him and his brother to hong kong where his grandparents live & run a teahouse bc she found it easier to cope and move on that way & life eventually continued as normally as it could

after the establishment of the ppdc, mom took up a job as a battlefield medic for the hong kong shatterdome & that led to her ultimate demise as she too lost her life during an attack on hong kong in 2009

his grandparents lost their home & their teahouse in the attack, so now they live in a tiny apartment & sicheng watched as hong kong became the bone slum that is it today.

grandma started to do people’s dishes and laundry for some quick cash but that wasn’t enough to support them. that changed when grandpa got his hands on a rouge jaegar off of the black market & with sicheng’s help, was able to fix & equip it with new weapons in order to enter it into the ever-growing underground jaegar fighting scene, which pulls in enough money for the family.

sicheng excelled in school & ended up getting a full ride to multiple universities but chose yonsei partly to get away & partly because of the prestige. he physics major, korean lit minor & just finished up his sophomore year

always felt a void while studying ,, like he felt as if he had no purpose & no dream. he wasn’t brave like his parents and lacked the self confidence that he could make a difference in the world. the only thing he was good at was school & studying.

joined the academy second semester of his freshman year on a whim & while there discovered that the only way he could live up to his parents’ legacy is by working behind the scenes, designing weapons for the jaegars that will do the heroic stuff for him & has been there ever since

trivia !

can come off as cold & intimidating at first glance because he’s got this tough rbf thing going on & also because he’s pretty quiet & shy around new ppl so his facial expression is just -_-

once you kinda break his shell, he’s actually a very pure boy!! all good intentions, optimism, and smiles!!

doesn’t like burdening ppl with his problems so he kinda just bottles everything up & smiles through the pain instead

kind of sensitive & thinks a lot about what ppl say/think of him

very book smart & gets really nerdy about poetry & physics ngl

has little to no street smarts/common sense .. like how is this clumsy boy still alive?? i have no clue bc the amount of lab equipment he has broken & the number of sketchy situations he’s gotten himself into is through the roof

a very big eater & loves dim sum, congee, kimchi jjiggae, shake shack, ice cream, and sour candy

his style can be described as edgy punk?? like a less emo version of your stereotypical high school goth phase clothing. think dark wash denim, lots of rips in everything, loose, solid colored long sleeved crew neck, graphic tees, and vans

wears glasses almost always bc he’s literally blind w/o them and bc he still can’t figure out how contacts work

very loyal to his friends & family, esp his younger bro ,,, like he loves his lil bean w all his heart even if he refuses to admit it

is scared of a lot of things that move, namely spiders and cats

actually spends money on mobile phone games like plants vs zombies & candy crush bc he’s obsessed

not a morning person, he’s def a night owl

he cannot hold his alcohol well aT ALL like he’s got asian glow & is either a giggle fit or a sobbing mess, there is no in between

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