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ᵉ˖⁺ erika l。 2 minutes ago Reply 
@ᵈ˖⁺ matthew k。 I COULD KISS YOU RN BUT SEPH WOULD TORCH MY ᵈ˖⁺ bora y。 12 hours ago Reply 
@ᵈ˖⁺ matthew k。 ᵐ˖⁺ seph k。 26 seconds ago Reply
ᵈ˖⁺ bora y。 32 seconds ago Reply
You love me seph

I'm already in love with Matt ᵈ˖⁺ bora y。 12 hours ago Reply 
@ᵈ˖⁺ matthew k。 ᵐ˖⁺ seph k。 1 minute ago Reply
Cute. I'm cute for Matt.
ᵈ˖⁺ jaehyung p。 1 day ago Reply 
@ᵈ˖⁺ matthew k。 ᵈ˖⁺ seph k。 10 seconds ago Reply
*imagines watching Matt shower*
ᵈ˖⁺ baekhyun b。 1 day ago Reply 
@ᵈ˖⁺ matthew k。 ᵈ˖⁺ seph k。 8 seconds ago Reply
I need my daily dose of Matt
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his story

his father was a welder.

in a town kissed by rural splendor, matthew grew up caressed by dawns as roseate as dewy grapefruit. he was a tiller of the lands, a servant that honed the lacquer sheen of metallic ore. but to his son, he was nothing short of superman.

in matt's young eyes, his father could do no wrong. he was an honest, upright man who stitched chivalry on his flannel sleeves and draped his pride across his jaded back. and when the young boy would scamper out to work alongside him, the heat at his fingertips in approval. the rivulets of molten steel whispered his prowess. the brush of a leather-bound hilt deemed him worthy. matthew kim grew up--- not a wealthy boy--- but a goddamn happy one.

the day his father opted it was time to return to his roots, matthew was stricken with confusion. as far as he knew, everything he'd grown up on was organic. his beliefs, his culture. himself. all of it in its rawest form aside from the unique quirks matt, himself, would meld into them. but on a spring's chilled eve, his father opened the door to the solemn features of his grandmother--- a single, stern look (he swears to this day it was laced with something as vile as pity) graced in matt's direction before she offered merely an "it's time he knew". 

alchemy, is what they called it. the practice of creation with that which is of the earth. metallic manipulation and scourged artistry. in a sense, it was beautiful... but no less utterlly horrifying. for matthew, this was foreign, but for his father and grandmother---- it felt like coming home. for while the former wished to deem matt as normal a life as he could manage, the latter refused to allow their bloodline to trickle away in time's scintillating ashes.

for years after, matt's work with his hands took a transformation in and of itself. less time in the beet fields or carving the slender periphery of a blade. now it was merely a dizzied rehearsal. and for a minute there, things settled in a muted sort of tandem. matt continued on with his life--- learned when and where his newfound ability could be allotted. he broke his ties and made his mistakes like any other male his age, but one in particular could not be overwritten.

she was beautiful, and perhaps that was all he saw in her. charming and adorable to be around. a girl he met just before she was coasted off to fame. she was a starlet in the making, a juno to be who had callbacks and rehearsals lined up at the ready. while himself, a mere matthew kim--- too humble to credit himself with much else--- had nothing but a second of her attention. he swears it wasn't out of envy that she wound up with child... but he believes a part of him wanted to find his homeage somewhere. a forget-me-not in the form of a sweet baby boy neither one of them was quite ready to take care of.

but things happen, cogs work in a certain motion and reel out a product bit by bit. he was all aboard the "no wedlock" train and even had the ring sized for her finger when the jitters set in. a realization that too much was falling into his lap without his meaning to: the alchemy, the child. it wasn't how his youth was meant to be wasted. and so for one night, he allowed himself the pleasure of simply being. he squints into his mind's eye to this day to form the full picture, but he knows it ended with his arms encasing the ample body of someone other than the mother of his child.

no less... another man.

he'd never been very open about his preferences. considered himself a diehard, straight man from the countryside who wanted a wife and a home full of healthy children. but there was not a doubt in his mind that the breath mingled with his own that night was entangled in liquor and that heady masculine timbre. he abandoned her almost immediately after that, refusing to find this situation fair to any of them for he knew it was too late. his attraction had surfaced and the taste of that freedom--- that acceptance--- was too goading an addiction to pass on.

he visits him often, his son. steals back his rights whenever they surface if only to prove to them both that he wasn't all bad. he doesn't know yet if daamin's inherited his mother's traits or his own but he won't pressure him. instead, he devotes his time in finding the very man that awoken him. the mystery man cloaked in a vodka-veiled memory toils in his consciousness to the very day. in all fairness, he tells himself, this was the man that destroyed what could've been a perfectly nuclear family.

But not a day goes by that he blames him for it.
 
with these two hands...
kim jinseok
24 years old
flight instructor
alchemist
sapioual
perpetually taken
 
 
 

dearly beloved



❝ i'm met with fragments sometimes. you understand that? nights from ages ago, clothed in bitten lips and 2 a.m. stench and all i get are ing fragments of you. but they're all i cling to, all i need. some are more vivid, you know. hit like a bolt streaking plain across my mind, some flicker that turns everything on in my head all at once and keeps your silhouette pinned behind my eyelids. i wonder sometimes if that's what you wanted in the end... to drive a man mad with the thought of finding you again. to haunt with the cascade of your touch, to have me ing spewing odes of the sunshine caught in your lips. it's petty , mind you. nothing like cinderella. it's raw and gritty and i damn you every night i lose sleep over it. this isn't a love story, baby. this is the reality you left me with. and i'll take it if it's all i ever get from you. ❞
— Matt.

 


Matthew
kim
 

out of character

Hello! ;; Name's BlackRabbit, but please feel free to call me "Viv". I'm a flighty type of person, but I really do want to find a place like home to rp in. I work 12-hour night shifts, so I'll be on and off sporadically. Please don't think I've forgotten you if you happen to see me ghosting online--- I'm in other places too. Don't poke unless it's been a week, then feel free to kick my . u w u I'm literally okay with most genres, other than plain fluff. If you come at me wanting to do anything involving action, angst, drama, or --- you're totally in as my new favorite person. Other than that, I'm pretty open. Plotting is great, but I'm very able to wing too! It helps us get into our character voices and keeps up the fun. Anyway, please talk to me. ;; If you have any questions, just ask!! 

 

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