kim seokwoo

august 7 

seoul, south korea

seoul, south korea

lawyer

leo

demiromantic / bi

too busy

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Things are never what they seem. You better remember that, before you jump the gun. Some people might end up with a Sicilian floaty, if you do. Or... someone might take the gun quite literal. 

Being indebted to someone is never nice. Being indebted to the mafia is one hell of a bad idea. That was what Seokwoo learned from a very young age, when their apartment door was kicked down and three men in dark clothes and mask, pulled his father from his bed and nearly shot him in the head right there, in their tiny living room. Now, yes, that sounds dramatic, but it is what little Seokwoo would remember for a long time.

Pehaps, in reality, it was nothing like that. He know now, years later, that those men were wearing perfectly tailored suits and  the near execution he had witnessed was nothing more than a talk about business. 

Business that would get Seokwoo to a place where he was now the one wearing those nice, tailored suits, doing business in the middle of the night. He wasn't the one dragging people out of their beds in the middle of the night, but he was the one defending those who had done it, in court. 

His father hadn't sold him. No. Those things only happened in dramas and wild tiktok famous books. No, instead Seokwoo, seven years of age and not a single day older, had stormed out of his bedroom and attacked those three strange men in their apartment with tiny, persistent fists. 
 

Being indebted to someone . Everybody can agree on that. Unless... Unless it doesn't that much. If his father's debt meant that Seokwoo got a chance to go to his dream university for "free", he wouldn't complain. If his father's debt getting a job fresh out of university, top pay, high rise apartment... he wouldn't complain.

Did it mean he got his hands dirty every once in a while for a good chunk of the debt taken off his father's mountain? Yes. Again, he wouldn't complain. 

That was, until that very day he had to defend someone in court in a hit and run case, a five year old dead, the child's sobbing mother and lone survivor of the crash right in front of him. He knew he would win the case. The Judge was bribed. He was bribed. The guy was guilty and would get away with it, because the child's father had to disappear. A witness. A Liability. 

Seokwoo would become a witness and a liability, one day. But he had too much dirt on his hands. Too much second-hand blood. So for now... he stayed mum. 

macha latte, green tea after a long day at work, gardening, wine tastings, shopping therapy, the smell of paper burning in a fire. 

the smell of coffee beans - but not coffee itself, dark places, damp clothes, sandwiches, instant ramen, too much perfume, sweet things, spring

sculpting, pottery, collecting art and rare heirlooms, watching home renovation shows, cooking

Losing his father, failing in achieving his goals, that old apartment in the basement, having too much blood on his hands to ever redeem himself

can one, who is living the dream really have any goals, at this point?