Hanchul on the road

This isn’t Donghae, and this isn’t the baby girl, but this is definitely a Hanchul kid. To commemorate the last chapter being posted, however! this (here) is still ongoing. Thanks for watching so far. <3

Maybe he’s their third.

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The White Stripes - Good To Me

Highway tunes. (lyrics)

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For an instant I looked away, and an ocean
blossomed between us, 3000 miles
of wild silk rippling. On the other side

your unreachable body. Listen,
the globe’s meridians bore me,
and I deplore time zones and the lone heart’s

metronome without your broad chest
thumping close counterpoint. No breath I draw
will properly fill my lungs till your fine spirit

again issues into me. No eyes will level pierce
this heart’s core till your gaze again
sends the deep arrows flying. Darling,

remember: our faces in proximity make
a pure small space — a vessel or goblet
that could hold the whole Atlantic. Always

I stare you-ward: come spill yourself in me.

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Summons (or This Won’t Hurt You A Bit, And It’ll Cheer Me Up) by Mary Karr ▲▲▲

Chapter Five

The state of Heechul, or how I see him, from stun-gunning his way into Hankyung’s heart the first time they met, to the party where they were both secretly misfits. I love the idea of, deep down, how Hankyung must have known the moment he saw him that this was the man he was going to marry.

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In my head, their new home looks like this. (© ダカフェ日記)

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In my head, their former home looks like this. Not exactly the contents, but the coloring. More feng shui and minimalist Asian, less clutter. But it’s the wood floors, the semi-matching furniture, the muffin tops and half-drunk cups of coffee. Abstract posters and ancient door handles. And plenty of light. (© ungtblod)

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Chapter Five

All right, I said I’d be exploring their past, but frankly, their future is coming up too fast and I don’t want to fall too far behind. Laura often asked me what I thought during the course of the writing, and naturally I’d romanticize EVERYTHING. The way I see it, this is ideal Hanchul. People who look and talk like them, it’s almost like you automatically want them to be happy. I always imagined them in this neat, narrow little townhouse, snug but with lots of nooks and crannies. You know a guy like Hankyung has precision and well-developed taste. Maybe not as muted lighting and soft pastels as some of these pictures suggest, but everything is still very Scandavian, clean and domestic. I mean, what does love look like? Except, you know, picturesque.

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Summer 2006. Taken by Heechul.

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Heechul. Looking soft/pretty in big sweaters. (© cateris)

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"Who am I? I’m just a writer. I write things down.
I walk through your dreams and invent the future. Sure,
I sink the boat of love, but that comes later. And yes, I swallow
glass, but that comes later.
And the part where I push you
flush against the wall and every part of your body rubs against the bricks,
shut up
I’m getting to it.
For a while I thought I was the dragon.
I guess I can tell you that now. And, for a while, I thought I was
the princess,
cotton candy pink, sitting there in my room, in the tower of the castle,
young and beautiful and in love and waiting for you with
confidence
but the princess looks into her mirror and only sees the princess,
while I’m out here, slogging through the mud, breathing fire,
and getting stabbed to death.
Okay, so I’m the dragon. Big deal.
You still get to be the hero."

Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out by Richard Siken ▲▲▲