× unbelievably ethereal.

@wonho linong had a weird dream, a man was accusing him of something, telling him that he made a mess and that he were an idiot. though this dream was too blurry for him to remember, he is somehow upset about it. how dare that dream man call him an idiot? he's surely going to fight this man if he ever sees this person. if.

there's this throbbing pain in his head and he just feels like total . how much did he even drink last night? the last thing he remembers was that he was frustrated last night but what happens after that? linong isn't quite sure either. the last thing he remembers was staring at his drawing, throwing a paper onto the (handsome) damned hoseok who wouldn't give him any ideas, looking at him so handsomely. in no way does he recall ever finding his way through the bed last night. he feels a bit proud of himself for doing that, most times he would find himself slumped somewhere. thinking about how it was weird or suspicious doesn't cross his mind, too drunk on his 'little victory' on his battle against liquor.

he takes his time, slowly opening his eyes to adjust to the light shining almost directly on his face. linong tries to sit up but a wave of vertigo hits him, leading him to fall back down. his obvious reflex was to hold onto the closest thing there is before he could land somewhere and hurt himself even more than his head and the rest of his body feels like after all that drinking last night.

there's no way this thing he's holding is even a thing. linong's brain tries to supply an answer, recalling all the events from the previous night. did he ever bring a person around? but how did that happen when he's an almost-immobile drunk? linong squeezes the person's flesh once, hand shamelessly moving around to figure if he knew who it was with his eyes shut closed.

an arm, a chest (a really firm one, and the thought of being able to have a touch makes his cheeks turn a shade of bright red.), broad shoulders and...

a very familiar face greets him as soon as his vision clears. somehow he found his way by this person dressed like an angel, locks turning golden under the bright light, wings just looking too beautiful to even be real. the first thing that comes into linong's mind is the word perfect- just like someone he knows and holds dear to his heart.

when his eyes completely adjust to the light, he finds himself looking around his room. for something that should be looking like chaos, it's completely organized except for his table that definitely needs some cleaning. the portrait of hoseok stares back at him from his computer screen, there's that same smile on his face from last night, but now that he's staring at it again, the more it looks like it's mocking him more than helping. did he draw a white cloak over his bare body like that while he was drunk?

as always, linong finds himself giving up. thinking is hard, even harder when you feel so dizzy and the rest of your body also aches with each time his brain throbs in his head (it's exaggerating, but linong really feels like .). sure enough, things point to this man's uncanny similarities to his webtoon character but nobody really knew who he was. if it were to be a fanboy, then how did he find him?

hoseok ever coming to life is just so impossible so no, that can't be.

many thoughts run through his mind, a lot unnecessary more than helpful but what can he do? he's just so confused. it's just... impossible to have his character suddenly pop out of his screen and get into life like he's living in some imaginary world, things like these only happen in dreams or in dramas.

all there is to blame is the amount of liquor he took the previous night. perhaps it's alcohol poisoning? but does alcohol poisoning work this way? is he supposed to be hallucinating when he's poisoned?

cautiously, linong pokes the person's arm; scared to disturb the man's sleep if he were sleeping. not-so-quiet thoughts about what this person is doing and how he'd wake him up - if he were still able to sleep through that very unacceptable touching from earlier, that is.

"are you awake?"

@linong Angels are beautiful creatures who carry out good deeds and take care of the higher heavens. They have no memory of what or who they were before they were an angel, all they know is the life they have now. Their jobs ranged a great deal, from guardian angels to the highest authority, the golden halos: The golden halos gave the orders and were held with the upmost respect. Hoseok was one of them, well he was until he had screwed up and made love with a male angel whom he hadn't known was married not to mention to a golden halo member.

Things went down fast, he was stripped from his job as a golden halo member and then awaited a trial for the sin he had committed. He thought the punishment would be desk duty for heavens gates, he never thought in a million years that they would kick him out of the higher heaven. He didn't understand why all these bad things had happened at once, and now they were making him drink a concoction that would make his wings disintegrate. Hoseok cried and begged for mercy but it fell on deaf ears. Just as two of the stronger golden halo members had immobilized Hoseok and put the cup to his lips, the once bright sky turned dark for the first time ever and then a second later a lightening bolt struck near him, startling the two golden halo members away from him. What was going on? The sky had never been dark, it had always remained bright and white.

His eyes widened as he heard a loud voice cursing at him telling him to come out but in complimenting him at the same time. It was strange, very strange. The Golden Halo members had fled to their homes, he was safe or at least that's what he thought. Suddenly one of the lightening bolts struck him, there was no pain, all he saw was a bright light and then it slowly dimmed to reveal a strange room. He looked around him and noticed human objects here and there, but what truly made his blood run cold is when he saw himself on a large screen, it depicted all the terrible things that had happened to him in the past few days. "What is going on" he whispered and then he saw the human on the floor, his face was reddened and he looked to be unconscious, he was drunk, of course he was. This human was he the reason for Hoseok's downfall, was he the mastermind behind all of this? This human dared to drink happily while Hoseok suffered so much, he was upset. Beyond upset.

"You! You're the reason I'm in this messed up situation!" he shouted as he straddled the boys waist and grabbed the humans shirt, shaking him "Wake up! Wake up and fix this mess you've caused!! Fix my life!" he shouted but the male remained unconscious. "Damnit" he muttered and picked the human up, and laid him on the bed "You stupid human" he glanced at the alcohol bottles "your body can only handle so much and you drank all of those bottles. You idiot. You're a complete idiot, just  sleep this alcohol off and wake the hell up so you can fix your mistake" he grumbled and then sat on the ground, his wings curling around him as he tried to fall asleep but struggled to. He was far away from home, and he didn't know if he'd ever be able to go back. He was scared nothing would ever be the same again.

@l. hoseok the sun is already setting yet linong hadn't finished anything- not even a single panel or any useful idea for the manhua he's writing. perhaps it was the slowly dropping ranking that is affecting linong. the manga that once had been on top is now resting in a not-so-steady middle ranks. a lot of people had been commenting about how it isn't as interesting as how it used to be, that it was starting to get boring. why don't they come write the manhua for him? just writing alone isn't easy, but he has to draw on top of that- there are a lot of things he needed to consider too, why can't people be understanding? it's not like he can pop out a good story whenever he needed to.

all there is for the past day is trying all the methods that could help him. sleeping early? check, reading more books? check. actually, he probably have banged his head on the wall a few times already in hopes of a good idea. did it help him? no, not at all.

he taps his desk, drawing and erasing figures. think about hoseok. what would hoseok do at a time like this?

"i wish i know what hoseok would do at a time like this..." linong mumbles to himself, a small pout forming on his lips. there's this slight feeling of annoyance, staring at the figure right in front of him smiling so... beautifully. too annoying that staring at it longer is just making him want to hit that... beautiful face. how could he stare back at him like that when he's suffering? he deserves a break from this.

what was supposedly an hour of searching for inspirations turned into an hour of procrastination, reading up articles that piques his interest. one certainly caught his attention- "how to get rid of your writer's block", something he definitely needs right now. while linong have tried almost everything on the list, there are still a few he has yet to do.

drinking liquor to boost his creativity. it's the easiest thing in the list right now so he decides to give it a try.

one shot, two shot. he wasn't sure if it was working so he decides to go for a few more. at a point, he thought it was working, but he soon realizes that all that he's doing is getting drunk. there's no point of doing this, maybe he should give up?

in the end, he's back to what he's doing earlier, staring at the beautiful, annoying character that is hoseok. "you er, if you could only help me." linong slurs, pointing at the drawing accusingly as if it would react to him if he did. "get the out of there, you- you handsome- piece of ! tell me what to do next instead of being a very... annoying character? just tell me what in the world you want to happen because i don't have any ideas anymore. and you're here... looking all handsome? come out, don't be a coward!" in a fit of frustration, he yells at the screen, the drunk him couldn't stop himself from spouting out more senseless cursing and blaming an innocent drawing to be the root of all this evil and all his misfortunes (read: his writer's block).

and it was as if nature was angry as well, raining hard as if on cue, thunders following as the drunk him threw a pieces of his crumpled scratch paper on his cintiq pro (because he couldn't hurt his baby).

then it became black.

@big dave (magnum dong) Thank you

@linong @l. hoseok [] happy rping!