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@amnitiis-blog
as planned I will be moving the blog no i am not copying tumblr user nosexes i just i’m too cluttered here, i won’t be doing any serious replies or anything on there either unless we have a defined plot just keeping and reblogging my personal stories and posts for my muses, this blog is just too cluttered lmao
I never learn tbh
“Oh don`t worry, it`s not my blood.”
Reika`s smirking as he`s caught searching for something to clean his hands with. Of course, he wouldn’t mention how he had driven a knife into someone’s stomach just a while ago and twisted it to get the information he needed. It made him feel like the boiling blood under his skin calmed down momentarily.
“You wouldn’t happen to have a handkerchief ?”
“I know it isn’t your damn blood.”
He pauses. Because he usually isn’t so hostile. Tk harbors no enemies, but not because of his mannerisms. Though he likes to believe so. He’s holding a rag and a water bottle out almost on cue.
“I don’t find any pleasure knowing you’re smiling so gleefully at this task.” He doesn’t get his hands dirty unless necessary so when others do so, he doesn’t mind. Let them bathe in their vices.
A proper plan? A well thought out gift? JB doesn't think he needs it, if a day has to be special then it's best that it's a surprising sort of treasure. That's why instead of showing up at her door with a bouquet and a reservation at a restaurant. Or with candles lit waiting at his apartment, he's empty handed, unannounced, fists knocking on her door.
It’s really hard to catch Minzy off-guard, especially on days like this. She’s not exactly waiting for him at her place when he shows, she’s more or less getting ready for plans she didn’t exactly plan. Unexpected situations that have her scrambling about the house. It’s why she’s moving around quickly when she hears the door and not expecting her boyfriend, well he was expected, maybe later but not right now. Not without further warning but then again when does he ever warn her of anything? She’s dressed yeah, it’s better than the days he’s showed up and she was in her pajamas but— she’s not exactly dressed to see him, more like dressed to leave. “—– you’re here hi—– Yah Im Jaebum don’t you know it’s dangerous to show up on a girl without warning?” He does. She lifts on her toes to kiss his cheek anyway.
[ continued with @lostambition ]
Just another day on the job?
There’s a rift between them. Not because of lack of empathy ( though it’s an easy guess ) and certainly not because of ignorance. No, there’s a rift in experience and knowledge.
He knows, through tales, through work and outsider collections. That what she feels right now, the gripping at her chest, the desire to rip out pieces of her head to show the world their labels are wrong. To smack her eyeballs onto another’s just so maybe, maybe they will see that they’re in the same hell. That she doesn’t understand why she’s surrounded by burning bodies and rotting flesh and everyone around her seems nonchalant.
They say the Devil walks among them, disguised and feeding on the light. Only those with purity see him, while everyone with a little darkness swallowed walks by him. So while she’s screaming everyone has boxed their ears.
He knows of this pain, he’s seen it, heard it, toyed with it, snatched it but he doesn’t quite feel it. He doesn’t think he ever will. He isn’t granted that luxury either. To touch her and want to writhe in her agony, share the agony, curl into the ground and shake the earth with his screams. He doesn’t even know what pain sounds like coming from his mouth. The fantasy is one of masochistic nature, everyone like him has a little bit in them. Especially those grounded as he is.
So he knows. He knows exactly what she’s experiencing, he grabs hold of her and sees the nightmares that plague her. He’s the one open ear when everyone else is deaf. It’s another day on the job, the snarling at the demons stretching towards her mind, demons disguised as what this time? Her mother? You would think he would know a little of pain and desperation when he’s seen it in so many eyes before.
His grip tightens as cars whiz by ready to take his assignment from him. For a moment there’s an appealing thought, but he would never. Passing thoughts, passing demons. The touch of the Devil. He can only shake his head, his words becoming as her cries are to others. Worthless, meaningless. But he won’t let her go, because her life depends on it.
“Listen to me Minha....” he’s as calm as possible, and his presence alone can cause the crowd forming to disperse around them. They blend into the mass as quickly as they stand out. “If I let you go, your mother will cry.” And it will rain. and he will fail. He turns to face the intersection, immediately seeing the monster plaguing her mind.
“I know you miss your mom.” he imitates the symphony she thought she heard in his own voice. “But that, that is not your mom.” Almost on instant, the demon is revealed for who it is, the disfigured, bleeding figure of her mother dissipates into a grotesque skeleton, cackling and laughing at them both.
Just another day huh?
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blankets fort & pancakes.
for @amnitiis ft. haeri & jaesun note : no thing explicit, but build up everywhere, and what else oh right yeah, things i think of at work instead of actually working.
haeri shows up at his door, like she does with everything else. unannounced, unexpected, ready to mess it all up. well not really, it’s not always her intentions. granted when she’s with jo, it’s always one hundred percent her intention. but there’s no jo and there’s nothing but her and well–two guys waiting with her too, because they carried the boxes. there was no way she was lifting all of that, she needs her stamina.
or more like she likes ordering people around sometimes and it’s nice to tell them, no don’t put that there, maybe try to walk a little faster. if you drop this box i swear i will castrate you. traumatize them and make them glare and then just laugh with them later on, pat their back, tell them that her father will handle the bill and the tips. she does push her limits sometimes. it’s no wonder she was always the one in the middle of a fight during most of her high school time.
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❝How sad that I do not play by your rules.❞ If he’s trying to rile her up, he’s failing so far. Living for more than three thousand years on this planet has taught her to remain calm when the situations requires her to; there is no room for unnecessary emotions or thoughts, particularly not when another party acts out of spite. Whatever his intentions are, she doesn’t claim to know them yet she does not wish to find out either for as long as he’ll leave her be. That’s all she truly cares about. Whatever reaction he is trying to inspire from her, Kassandra won’t let him have it because she knows better. She’ll defy him like that, because she is stubborn and a woman who is proud on the independence she has created for herself, and she won’t let anyone take that away from her.
Not even a god, or the devil himself.
❝There is no right and wrong, and for you to proclaim that there are endless possibilities and variations of the same thing is not bearable to listen to. In the spectrum of billions of minds, you’ll never find the answer you’re seeking for, and that’s the harshness of the truth you are facing, but not willing to acknowledge, let alone accept. So, what did you come here for? To pester me, to attempt to convince me of something I dare not to believe in?❞ There’s a certain sharpness to her tone as she speaks up, visible annoyance written over her divine features. She’s no average human, neither does she desire to be one anymore. That is a wish that has long deceased and now resides within her as nothing but dust, an old memory she cannot quite get rid of.
❝Did you come here to reprimand me for my lack of knowledge?❞ The question is voiced sarcastically, almost as if she can’t bear listening to him for much longer. It’s not that she’s aggravated, she’s still as calm as ever and sticks to the decision she has made, even if he doesn’t agree with her. Kassandra doesn’t need a person to dictate her every move and action, when she’s capable of doing it herself. She’s tired of letting others control her.
❝You are forgiven. I do not wish to ask you anything, and there is nothing that appears to be bothering me at this very moment, though I do appreciate the thoughtfulness. Now, would you mind leaving the shop to leave room for my customers, unless there is something of utter importance that you have to talk about at this moment? Because if not, I’d suggest you take your leave so that I may focus on my duties again.❞
that’s the funny thing. that’s the hilarious thing! that’s the most ironic lie he’s ever had the pleasure of hearing. he hears it about three or four times a day and he’s still astonished as if it were the first. the sheer ignorance! the belief in such the opposite? how! how does he have the curse of walking beside the blissfully ignorant and the misdirected.
“my rules? i have no rules.” per say. he has about five. but as for the rules that he must abide by? there are several. "my rules and your rules are very different. that is true.” that he can admit to. he has no problem with that. does she think his attitude pertains to an inability to acknowledge their differences? no, it’s the differences that presents the main problem. she can stray, she can skew her beliefs, she can choose not to believe at all! she has that luxury. it’s the choice of the luxury, the free choice in that luxury that rubs him the wrong way, ruffles his feathers if you’ll excuse the pun.
“it is sad though, your rules are rather....loose.” would they speak of the same rules? probably not. there was never a reason for others to catch on. ever. fr he was to remain at a distance, a touch of familiarity and the tip of a bitten tongue. that’s all. “it’s probably why your tongue is as loose as it is.” he didn’t refrain from his own tongue however. he glides to the edge of the shelf, body resting gently against the structure, the slightest inch of pressure liable to break it.
“i am offended. who are you to tell me what I already know?” See he’s not searching these minds for anything new. A sliver of a vice, a section of doubt and he’s where he’s needed. Any answer that he has does not belong to them, though he’s often wondered if observing them would mean it. any questions and answers can only be provided by the big guy. he has no luxury of simply asking, maybe searching but not asking. he is, slightly offended that she thinks she knows what he looks for.
“I am not here to reprimand you for what you cannot control.” the words are about as easy a surrender as he can provide, hands raised more so in truce than defense. but he knows, his verses is a little difficult to grasp and naturally will bring some heated responses, he’s prepared for that. “but I do know you’ve had questions brewing in your mind from the moment wemet? Why deny them now? when’s the next time you’re going to see my handsome face? My question however, my real question. Is to know exactly what you told the young lady who left the shop. I know you won’t tell me though I suppose it’s good to try.” He knows what she’s said, he just likes testing the bouts of honesty people may or may not have.
“We cannot start on a clean slate miss, that’s impractical. But me leaving, also impractical.” he shrugs.
it’s not as if he wouldn’t be all up to the idea of lighting candles in her path, handing her flowers whenever he sees a bouquet and thinks of getting her a dozen. it’s just that he doesn’t think it’s quite the truth, the truth is what he can tell her when he has his mouth pressed to her skin. the truth is how soft her skin is under his fingers and how she sounds so low and sleepy but blissed out when she wakes up next to him.
a morning when he gets to have her, beats a thousand times a dinner out, with her dressed up and him in a tuxedo a rose lying in the middle of a reserved table. that’s just added effect for him he knows the basis of it all. he’s dated, he’s offered sweets, he’s promised them on other girl’s lips while kissing them and knowing they’ll just be that, promises.
but minzy–she’s no promises, she’s reality in his grip, tight and firm and curved where he reaches over to fit his hand on her back, now palm to skin, because once he latched under her shirt, he hasn’t stopped, he won’t stop trying to touch everywhere. and it’s warm despite the fact that winter’s here and his apartment isn’t the warmest at the moment. he wants to take pride that he does this, warm up her skin with just a touch, without a burning candle.
“chivalry is not dead, i don’t think so. just not needed right now, not because you don’t deserve it, but because see, you make it so hard to be chivalrous that i have given up.” he jokes, hisses slightly, makes it as if it’s her fault. it’s not, he’s he caveman. hes the one who can’t control himself around her and he’s proud of it, of what she does to him, of losing control whenever she pulls, even when she does nothing but smile.
he kisses when he thinks of her smile then, it’s a soft one, leaves him lingering mouth to hers, a grin right there before he’s turning her around, pressing his chin to her shoulder. another kiss first, then he speaks, “i am getting a bow and we’re wrapping you up next christmas.” because well, “since i do agree that you’d look good all wrapped up, as long as it’s a package meant for me.”
she takes notes of two things. several things but she’s mastered the art of filtering her thoughts when it comes to him. because he leaves her a mess, unwound and scrambling for what she wants to say. usually.
first things first she definitely notices the hand slipping up her back, marvels herself that she doesn’t shiver despite being cold and settles against it instead. there’s even a small sigh, a small sigh of contentment because she missed him. because his hands are probably more comfortable when they’re on her and she doesn’t like the idea of them not being there. of them being anywhere but she’s no longer worried about where they might be.
that’s another thing. it’s a problem. that shes so used to his hands being near her, with her, on her, that she finds it a norm rather than a surprise. what could it be? a declaration of a hold on her? or how her heart’s already gone and made decisions without letting her brain catch up. she realizes in moments, which is okay. she can realize slowly because her body does the acting for her. it’s why they’re where they are. her body has always been the outlet for what she feels and he catches on quickly, sometimes he reads her moves first and she doesn’t realize until she pulls away from kiss number two and she’s not as surprised as she should be, she’s just chasing for another.
“never in my life,” she starts when she’s composed herself and her urges ( because her body pressing a little too close for her comfort ) “would I believe I make anything difficult for you.” if anything he’s made everything exceedingly difficult for her. “enlighten me on how so?” she’s genuinely curious though as always she’s unsure if she’s ready for the answer. though she moves about so easily. mind over matter how? the fact of the matter is, she trust her body a little more right now, which is why she just presses to him when he turns her around and she laughs at the situation, quietly so.
“all wrapped up? Me? I’m sure I’ve got fans wishing for me for Christmas so what makes you sure Santa will just choose you next year? You’ve got to be awfully good. Santa might even ask me to judge don’t you think?”
it’s funny, most people would tell she’s not the coward type, but god she knows she’s a coward. mostly she’s scared of embarrassment, shame, or anything that has her skin flaring up with heat. she feels weak, she feels out of control, out of her body and mind and that’s something haeri’s always worked on getting a grip on. she was too young to know what hit her when the doctor told her parents that due to her condition she was never going to be easy to deal with.
she was too old by the time she realized what it truly meant and she’d accidentally stabbed herself in the knee with a knife. if one could consider, four years old too old even. it wasn’t. but with time, before she was sent abroad, haeri knows that it’s always been in order for her to work on her focus, work on being in control, work on not being scattered everywhere. it’s the very opposite thing of what she feels like when jaesun is involved. especially when jaesun makes it his goal to make sure she jumps out of her skin, feels itchy everywhere and has her body somewhat not wanting to stop him. then it’s just a war in her rib cage, one she has to put an end to.
right now though, it’s skyrocketing. the speed of it, up the roof and she’s going to think about this later. she’s going to relive it, every seconds while trying to chase it away with her fingers working quickly on killing a boss and she’s going to be ten thousand times more mortified. not in a sense that she’s ashamed, but in the sense that she’s bold, she felt bold, she feels bold right now and she’s not going to pull away–yet.
she wants to push her limits, wants to see how much she can take in. his hands on her back? well, they’re going to be leaving traces she’ll feel for hours on and days on and the feeling of it won’t leave, she just knows it. but it’s not making her want to run just yet. in fact, it makes her reach over with her arms, sliding them across his shoulders and try to see if she can push herself closer. she can’t, not really, there’s already no space left between them, which is for the better. but it was worth the try. she wonders right then, as he admits she might be purposefully trying to drive him mad, if she even knows what she’s doing.
she doesn’t, that’s half the thing that’s good with her when she goes for it. she doesn’t know what she’s doing. most of the times she just does it because it feels right. it feels damn right to glance down at his mouth, then back up at him and press her face so close she’s bumping his nose with hers and then mouthing, “actually, i do, i really like knowing how you feel.” without kissing him.
she wants to, she wants to so bad, but as if she’s just going to give in like that. if she’s playing, she’s not playing to lose, never. not even if losing seems like the best option, the less frustrating one, not even if losing seems like it’s going to solve a lot of problems right now. nope. no. nah. never. she’ll squirm, yeah she can do that, squirm and pout and whine low and add, “okay, just kiss me so i can win this already, will you.”
it’s safe to say, jaesun doesn’t like losing. it’s in his character. it’s the perfect description for who he is. he’s someone who plays to win. ruthless but also persistent, annoyingly persistent if one were to consider how he ended up where he is. arms alung around this girl who he was sure wanted nothing to do with him. it’s almost the name they put before his in a match. jaesun persistent kwon. it had an ugly ironic ring to it. but he could laugh that’s what he was.
persistent from the start. each time she said to go away. each time she said she wasn’t hungry when she was practically sucking in the smells to last her another day. saying she couldn’t stand seeing his face but not exactly pushing him away. telling him to leave turns to asking him to leave and he elects to stay right there. he elects to keep showing up, to keep offering food and arriving with food, elects to be the most annoying little bug ever to this girl he’s a little too attached to. he’s not sure when it started. but that’s like asking when he found a love for boxing. things aren’t exactly gradual for someone like him, it’s a hit. it’s a shit this is fun. or shit I like her. nothing else.
that’s how it was. he was talking, he was laughing, she smiled and well the rest is history. he proceeded as he usually did, aggressively. probably a little too aggressively. not that he regrets it, it’s how he proceeded in the ring and it’s given him a reputation. he came at her without flinching and knowing what he was getting himself into it. a relationship. a girl with enough words in her head to suffocate her and block any space for him, enough thoughts, enough dreams enough questions. it didn’t make sense that he could fit in but he did. a couple hits and rejections later. no regrets.
to equate haeri to how he feels about boxing is....unorthodox to say the least but it works. he doesn’t like to lose.
alright he loses once, because he does lean in and leave a chaste kiss to her lips once. once. he doesn’t know how he pulls away but he’s not done. he moves to speak against them, quickly. “I like,” if he’s going to lose than so is she.
she doesn’t like to either, “when you pout,” there’s another kiss to the corner of her lips and a small smile as he does so. granted he’s given her quite a few wins in the past, he likes to give in a little too easily recently. “when your nose does that thing I mean that’s obvious by now.” he says as he kisses her nose. it says something about their relationship. “when you prove you want to kiss me as I want to kiss you? you should do that more often.” he nods, it helps fight the urge because his hands grip a little tighter around her waist. but she’s baiting him, dangling a victory that’s honestly the sweetest outcome ever before him. “when you whine? definitely do that more.” that comes with another kiss to her cheek that travels to her neck. “when you’re this close and this warm? don’t ever stop being this close yeah?” he’s never given in, not in the early stages of their relationship. never actively listened to her orders and her furious remarks. “when your heart beats this fast? though I’m a little worried.” he bites back a laugh if only to glance at her. her words are met with the oddest case of reverse psychology because he could bask in this loss, claim her lips and be done with it.
