MANIAC!

미칠 것 같아, 마치 나사가 풀린 것 같아 !

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ARCHIVED. FIND SOO-JIN @beastm4ker !

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I'm archiving this blog and moving soo-jin somewhere fresh. please stand by.

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“ ah, did you miss me ? “

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“ HYUUUUUUUUUNG !! i’ve been so lonely without you !! where have you been — ?? “

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𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐒  𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐎  𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒  𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐃  𝐍𝐎  𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐓𝐇  ;  empty  —  hollow,  yet  still,  he’s  able  to  fool  those  who  didn’t  quite  look  close  enough  to  realize  it.   Dark  gaze  flitters  down  to  the  younger  —  gaze  looking  over  his  features  perhaps  a  little  too  long  as  he  wondered  how  Dae-ho  would  sound  at  his  mercy,  with  his  hand  around  his  throat  as  he  begged  for  his  life  that  Soo-jin  would  soon  take  from  him  —

   Ah,  but  those  things  take  time,  don’t  they?  He’s  not  ready  to  die  quite  yet.

𝐀  𝐋𝐎𝐖  𝐇𝐔𝐌  𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐒  𝐇𝐈𝐌   ;  he  can’t  tell  the  truth,  can  he?  That  he  was  the  reason  that  the  new  bodies  had  been  strung  up  in  different  districts  this  morning.  It  was  all  over  the  news  —  bodies  once  again  flayed  of  they  skin  and  organs  removed  and  placed  beside  them  like  a  sick  and  twisted  offering  to  something  of  a  higher  power.  No,  instead  the  demon  would  create  a  story  —  just  like  he  always  did.  A  fable  that  was  woven  so  carefully  like  a  spider’s  web  ;  one  that  would  be  so  easy  to  believe.

                                             For  what  was  Soo-jin  if  not  a  good  liar?

“  Mmm,  meetings.  You  know  how  it  is.  We  had  to  plan  the  schedule  for  the  next  few  months.  You  know  management,  they  don’t  like  me  leaving  that  damn  room,  if  they  can  help  it.”

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𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊, the way that blackened finger tips suddenly grip into the hinges of Young-soo’s maw, dark eyes flitting around the other features — identical, yet different ; disgusting pooling in the belly of the beats. Nose wrinkles; gaze narrows and dark brows furrow together as head cants to the side, eyeing the other as if he were nothing else but yesterday’s garbage.

“ Keep talking like that and I’ll rip your fucking tongue out. ”

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ㅤ ㅤLashes flutter, in lieu of FLINCHING ; a response almost too controlled. Grip is iron wrought, uncomfortable, but they make no efforts to escape it. Not out of fear, hardly so ; for, anything evil apparent could INFLICT, would heal. Has been outdone, before. Expression remains utterly placid, eyes almost soft in pity. What a miserable existence, it must be, to live in a perpetual state of anger.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ I hadn't known your ilk to hibernate. ❞ They muse quietly, ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ But, I see that time hasn't done much to calm you. ❞

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𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘  𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃  𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇  𝐈𝐓’𝐒  𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐘   ;  carefully  does  pressure  press,  press,  PRESS  against  the  hinges  of  a  jaw  that  perfectly  mirrors  his  own,  haze  flitting  over  to  looking  to  a  set  of  eyes  that  also  match  his  own.  It  was  as  if  he  were  looking  into  a  strange  mirror;  one  where  his  reflection  was  far  more  pathetic  then  he  —  shorter  in  stature,  more  in  tune  with  his  emotions,  Soo-jin  would  assume.  And  yet  every  time  he  saw  Young-soo  (  funny,  how  they  too  shared  half  a  name  ),  he  wanted  nothing  more  than  to  break  him,  watch  him  heal  and  then  break  him  again.

                         Like  a  child  having  a  tantrum  and  breaking  their  toy.

“  Mm,  trust  me.  I  am  calm.”  He  speaks  ;  voice  hollow  and  void  of  any  form  of  emotion  as  claws  dig  deeper  into  the  flesh  —  into  the  hinges  of  the  other’s  jaw.   

“If  I  was  anywhere  close  to  being  angry,  you’d  be  torn  apart  already.”

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“ ah, did you miss me ? “

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❝ In the same way someone misses a rash ... ❞

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𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊, the way that blackened finger tips suddenly grip into the hinges of Young-soo’s maw, dark eyes flitting around the other features — identical, yet different ; disgusting pooling in the belly of the beast. Nose wrinkles; gaze narrows and dark brows furrow together as head cants to the side, eyeing the other as if he were nothing else but yesterday’s garbage.

“ Keep talking like that and I’ll rip your fucking tongue out. ”

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“ ah, did you miss me ? “

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𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑  𝟕𝐓𝐇,  𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓  -  Seoul,  South  Korea.

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐈𝐒  𝐀𝐍  𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐘  𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐒  𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓.

𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆  𝐃𝐀𝐄-𝐇𝐎,  born  December  17th  2003  ;  rapper  of  the  idol  group  𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐌𝟒𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄  and  his  partner,  𝐇𝐀𝐍  𝐒𝐎𝐎-𝐉𝐈𝐍--  also  known  as  𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐌𝟒𝐊𝐄𝐑,  Seoul's  beloved  rapper  known  for  his  dark,  grunge-like  aesthetic,  born  October  11th  2000,  have  been  reported  as  missing  since  November  30th  2025.  No  calls  have  been  answered  by  Dae-ho  according  to  his  friends  and  family  since  November  30th,  2025.  Soo-jin,  too,  has  not  been  heard  from  since  November  30th,  2025.

Both  men  were  last  seen  entering  the  𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃  𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍  𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓  building  on  November  30th  2025,  but  staff  of  the  building  had  mentioned  sightings  of  the  duo  in  the  building  from  time  to  time.  It  wasn't  until  December  5th,  around  11:00pm,  that  not  even  the  staff  had  seen  them  since.

If  you  or  someone  you  know  has  any  information  regarding  the  whereabouts  of  the  last  two  members  of  𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐌𝟒𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄,  please  call  the  Seoul  Police  Department  as  soon  as  possible.

We  will  update  as  soon  as  we  get  more  information.

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𝐈𝐅  𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆,  𝐈𝐓’𝐒  𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆.  He  never  let  his  victims  live  this  long  —  not  like  he  had  this  group.  Each  of  them  lasted  much  longer  than  anyone  else  he  had  slaughtered  ;  and  soo-jin  took  a  piece  of  each  of  them.  They  were  special  —  all  of  them.  But  none  of  them  were  as  special  as  Dae-ho.  How  lucky  was  he?  He  would  stay  intact  when  Soo-jin  was  done  with  him.  Not  a  single  hair  would  be  out  of  place.  The  plans  he  had  for  him  twisted  in  his  mind,  becoming  more  and  more  unsettling  to  most,  and  yet,  it  caused  the  grin  on  his  face  to  stretch  even  wider  —  inhumanely  so  as  he  looked  at  the  other  whose  throat  was  slotted  beautifully  within  his  clawed  hand,  head  craning  to  the  side  as  he  examined  Dae-ho  like  a  piece  of  meat  —  like  an  object  ;  tongue  gliding  along  sharpened  teeth  as  he  studied  his  expression,  listened  to  his  heart  beat  strum  violently  in  his  chest  —  the  smell  of  Dae-ho’s  fear  was  so  intoxicating.

“  Mmm,  you  almost  made  it.  Almost.  Did  you  really  think  that  you  could  hide  from  me?  “

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐖𝐀𝐘  𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄  𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐒  would  chill  the  blood  of  most.  There  was  something  dark  about  a  tone  so  sickeningly  sweet  that  would  make  dread  seep  deep  inside  the  bones  and  sink  its  teeth  deep  within  the  marrow.  Slowly,  he  adds  pressure  —  barely  there  before  it  increases  …  and  increases.   He  can  hear  Jiyong  &  Cheol-min's  voices  from  Dae-ho’s  phone,  and  there’s  a  pause  as  he  glances  toward  it,  then  back  to  his  prey.  A  smile  creeps  onto  his  features;  the  shadows  around  Dae-ho  seemed  to  materialize  tendrils  that  wrapped  around  his  form  to  keep  him  in  place  so  he  couldn’t  run  from  Soo-jin  again,  the  demon  turning  slowly  and  stepping  towards  the  device  and  picking  it  up,  laughter  echoing  hollowly  within  the  room.

“  Your  time  has  run  out, Jungmin.  You,  my  descendant  and  your  friends  were  far  too  late.  I told you that I would  get  what I  wanted.  But I will keep my word.  I'll take  excellent care  of  him.  Don’t  you  worry.  ”

“  –   Was  your  little  deal  worth it  in the  end, Jiyong?   Protecting  your lover would  have meant making  the  deal  for  his  brother,   eh?   Now  he has to  deal  with such  a tragic loss, and  your soul still  belongs to me.   You're a  failure through and through,   aren't  you?  “

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑  𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐒  𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐄  was  bone  chilling.  Icy  and  sharp  and  filled  with  a  twisted  sense  of  joy  from  what  was  to  come.  His  gaze  falls  back  onto  Dae-ho,  inhumane  grin  spreading  upon  his  features  once  more  before  the  device  is  crushed  in  his  hand  and  dropped  onto  the  floor,  the  shadows  around  Dae-ho  dissipating  as  Soo-jin  stalked  closer  ;  hand  finding  purchase  at  his  throat  once  more  as  he  starts  to  squeeze.

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐇𝐎𝐖  𝐈𝐓  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐓𝐎  𝐄𝐍𝐃  𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓.   Since  the  day  Soo-jin  had  stopped  by  to  eye  trainees  a  year  ago  and  found  Dae-ho,  he  knew  from  that  day  on  that  he  was  something  to  keep  forever.  Emotions  did  not  come  easy,  and  when  they  did,  regulating  them  was  nearly  impossible.  He  did  not  care  for  the  feelings  that  he  felt  around  Dae-ho  —  and  the  only  way  to  get  rid  of  them  was  to  kill  him,  wasn’t  it?  He  could  still  keep  his  body  and  care  for  him  …  nothing  a  little  demonic  magic  couldn’t  help.  And  besides  —  humans  were  such  frail  creatures  ;  he  was  going  to  die  anyway,  so  why  not  now,  when  he  was  still  …

                           𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋?

“  Didn’t  you  want  to  be  with  me  forever,  Dae-Dae?  This  way  …  you  will.  You  will  be  mine  FOREVER  ,  just  like  you  wanted.  I  will  never  let  you  go  —  and  I  will  make  sure  that  you  never  leave.  ”   His  laughter  is  hollow  ;  eerie  as  it  echoes  off  the  walls.

"  I'm  so  glad  you  didn't  listen  to  your  brother  —  to  everyone  else.  Now,  you're  𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄.  "

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to struggle, to fight for one's life was human nature ; the desire to live, breathe, and experience everything that you possibly could in the short time that you had was the entire human experience ━━ and it's that reason alone that dae-ho tries to fight.

he fights despite knowing that he's not strong, that he doesn't stand a chance when soo-jin had so effortlessly tossed furniture aside like it was nothing just to get to him. dae-ho fights, hands clawing at the other's wrist, pulling and scratching to try and get it off. every breath might be his last but that doesn't mean he'll stop fighting. even as he gasps for air, as soo-jin's hold around his throat tightens to something far beyond any pain that dae-ho had experienced before, he fights.

legs kick out, desperate to connect with something, anything that might give him an advantage, a means to escape. he knows he can't really hurt soo-jin ━━ whatever his boyfriend was, it wasn't human. a monster, maybe. stronger and faster that dae-ho had ever seen before. how could he not have known ? how could he have spent so much time with someone, shared a bed with him, loved and cared for him and not known what he truly was ? what his plans were ?

and then it clicks.

because he had known, hadn't he ? this entire time he'd known, he'd just refused to accept the truth for what it was, even when it had been so painfully obvious. dae-ho had been so eager to prove to everyone that he was grown up, that he could make his own decisions, that he'd blatantly ignored every warning, every red flag ━━ everything about soo-jin that had screamed DANGER ! cheol-min had told him from the beginning that soo-jin was no good, that there was something off about him and dae-ho hadn't listened.

it's a sob that escapes him, tears streaming down his cheeks and genuine terror in his heart when he realizes that this was nothing more than the consequences of his own actions. there was no one to blame but himself for the position he'd found himself in ; too blinded by what he thought was love to ever consider that those that cared about him were right all along.

" please ━━ p-please don't do this. soo-jin ? jagiya ? i-i love you, please ! " he gasps, pleads, begs ━━ as if it would do him any good. " i-i wasn't trying to hide. i promise ! i promise ! just please, i can't breathe ! i can't breathe let me go ━━ " as though some part of him still believes this is some sort of sick joke ; like soo-jin would let go of him and tell him he was just playing around. a kiss, soft and sweet, as he apologized for scaring dae-ho in the first place.

or maybe, maybe dae-ho was more delusional than he thought.

his begging only results in soo-jin squeezing tighter, a string of, " no no no no no no no no no please no ━━ " sounds, louder and louder as all reason leaves his body, as he tries with all his might to break free. nails dig into clawed fingers hard enough to draw blood, like the pain might shock him, have him recoil and give prey long enough to escape, to get to his brother, to safety. there's a brief moment where their eyes meet ; where soo-jin no doubt only sees fear in eyes that had once been so full of love and where dae-ho sees . . . nothing, like there had never been anything there at all.

the sight alone makes him feel sick, has him wondering if soo-jin had ever loved him at all. was it all fake ? had dae-ho been nothing to him all this time ? nothing except entertainment ? no, no no no. it's not true, it's not ! whatever they had was real, wasn't it ?

the very hands that were wrapped tight around his throat had once held him with such tenderness, hadn't they ? when ha-joon had died, it was soo-jin that had cradled him close to his chest, ran fingers through his hair and helped him feel safe. when things had gone wrong with cheol-min ; when argument after argument had taken place, it was soo-jin who had brought his favourite snacks and cuddled on the couch with him, comforted him, loved him when he'd thought he was losing everything and everyone.

what had changed ? when had it changed ? where had it all gone wrong ?

air floods his burning lungs all at once as the other lets go and for a moment, a flicker of a moment, dae-ho thinks that the nightmare is over. he waits with tears in his eyes, the words on the tip of his tongue that he forgives soo-jin for whatever had just happened - they could put it in the past, it was fine so long as soo-jin was sorry ! but alien-like tendrils, nothing that he'd ever seen before take hold of him, keeping him place while soo-jin turns toward his phone.

his phone. was his brother still on the other line ?

" MINNIE ?? MINNIE !! HELP ME, PLEASE. PLEASE, PLEASE I DON'T WANT TO D-- " sentence cut short as sobs overtake him, helplessness setting in as he watches his only lifeline fall in a pile of metal and glass upon the ground. head shoots up as the sound of heavy boots stalking toward him reaches his ears, pointless struggling at whatever it was that held him in place. dae-ho thrashes about in an attempt to keep soo-jin away, but hand finds his throat once again and whatever small reprieve he'd had is long gone.

" i did ! i do ! b-but not like this. please, please, please ! not like this ! y-you don't have to . . . you don't have to do this ! i -i won't go anywhere, i won't leave ! i won't even say anything just please, jagiya ! please don't hurt me, i-i love you ! i love you ━━ please don't do this ! "

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𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐑  𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓  𝐎𝐅  𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐘  that  came  from  Dae-ho  was  endearing  —  or  laughable,  at  best.  Both  were  the  same  to  a  man  who  held  emotions  as  far  away  from  himself  as  possible  ;   for  when  you’re  born  without  emotions,  you  have  little  reason  to  understand  them  when  your  mind  makes  you  try  and  attempt  to  feel  them.  But  watching  those  who  were  slaves  to  their  own  emotions  proved  to  be  nothing  more  than  pure,  unadulterated  entertainment.   Dae-ho  was  a  prime  example  of  this  —  that  boy  wore  his  emotions  on  his  sleeve  as  openly  as  he  did  his  heart  ;  it  was  so  easy  to  play  around  with  them,  to  manipulate  them,  to  drive  him  away  from  everyone  he  originally  cared  about,  until  there  was  nothing  but  Soo-jin.  A  pet  project,  one  would  say  —  How  far  of  a  wedge  could  he  drive  between  Dae-ho  and  the  closest  ones  to  him?  How  quickly  could  he  make  it  so  the  other  couldn't  see  or  want  anybody  else  but  him?  Soo-jin  got  close,  and  these  last  four  days  felt  as  though  he  had  reached  the  point  he  wanted,  with  his  results  coming  in  with  high  marks.

𝐁𝐔𝐓  𝐇𝐄  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐃.  A  compliant  toy  wasn't  nearly  as  much  fun  as  prey  that  ran  from  him,  begging  for  their  lives  as  knife  or  claws  carved  flesh  from  bone.   He  wasn't  as  much  fun  that  way  in  comparison  to  Ha-joon,  whose  beating  heart  he  tore  from  its  ribcage  prison  while  he  was  still  breathing  ;  or  Jae-beom,  whose  hands  he  had  sliced  off  clean  before  drowning  him.  No,  the  hunt  was  always  part  of  the  fun,  part  of  the  game  that  he  enjoyed  so  much.  Why  else  would  he  have  kept  COSMIC  alive?  Why  else  would  he  taunt  them  and  watch  them  go  mad  with  every  little  thing?  He  turned  one  of  them  into  a  demon,  crushed  the  hand  of  another,  poked  at  the  insecurities  of  their  leader  and  stalked  the  last  one's  little  sister  for  fun,  just  to  get  a  rise  out  of  them.  And  Cheol-min?  Dae's  precious,  overprotective  big  brother  ;  his  hero?  Lips  curve  ;  sadistically  so  as  he  leaned  in  closer,  taking  one  more  step  and  hearing  something  crush  under  his  boot,  gaze  flickering  down  to  that  precious  CD  that  Dae-ho  held  so  dear,  laughter  leaving  him.  "  You  love  me?  I  know  you  do.  Why  do  you  think  I'm  going  to  keep  you  as  my  perfect  little  toy  for  the  rest  of  my  existence?  "

"  I  tried  to  kill  your  brother  three  times,  you  know.  But  he's  like  an  annoying  fucking  roach,  isn't  he?  "  A  confession  to  incidents  that  Dae-ho  had  been  told  many  times  by  his  older  brother,  and  the  younger  chose  to  dismiss.  He  chose  to  believe  Soo-jin,  because  the  older  man  knew  how  to  play  the  part  of  a  doting  boyfriend  when  he  needed  to.  Nothing  but  a  trap.  Nothing  but  a  game.  "The  incident  that  nearly  paralyzed  him?  It's  easy  to  go  unnoticed  when  you  can  teleport,  don't  you  think?"  His  free  hand  waves  to  the  side  ;  the  shadows  pulling  apart  to  make  a  portal  that  seemed  to  open  itself  to  a  room  that  was  well  lit  ;  a  chair  in  there,  well  upholstered  where  Dae-ho  would  permanently  stay,  and  shelves  behind  the  chair  ;  a  Jar  with  what  was  once  a  beating  heart,  and  another  with  two  very  familiar  hands  posed  delicately  within  the  glass  propped  upon  the  shelf.  His  gaze  moves  to  look  at  the  room  for  a  moment  as  his  grip  tightens,  as  he  feels  the  other  squirm  and  gasp  for  air  once  more,  and  Soo-jin  turns  his  head  to  look  at  him  —  No  trace  of  a  single  emotion  on  his  face,  now.  “But  he  needed  to  live,  at  least,  the  first  time,  or  you  wouldn't  debut  from  grief.  He  needed  to  be  out  of  the  picture  one  way  or  another.  I  wonder  if  he  knows  that  your  delay  was  his  fault?  That  his  own  popularity  was  holding  you  back?  ”

"  The  incident  on  the  stairs?  He  was  right.  "  His  grip  tightens  as  he  looms  over  the  smaller  like  a  predator  ready  to  unhinge  its  jaw  and  swallow  its  prey  whole.   Low,  hollow  laughter  left  him,  the  tip  of  his  thumb's  claw  moving  to  graze  the  other's  jaw.  "And  the  last  one?  I  don't  even  know  if  you  knew  about  that  one.  I  buried  him  alive."  He  enjoys  the  way  the  younger  squirms  and  pleads  for  his  life  —  that's  what  he  enjoys  the  most.  That's  what  made  everything  not  so  boring.  But  soon,  with  more  pressure  that  Soo-jin  continued  to  add,  Dae-ho  would  die.  There  wasn't  much  time  left  until  he'd  run  out  of  what  little  oxygen  he  had.  "If  you  think  about  it,  this  is  all  your  fault,  for  existing.  If  you  weren't  involved,  your  brother  would  still  be  an  idol.  He  wouldn't  be  injured.  The  only  reason  I  went  after  him  was  that  I  wanted  you." a pause.

"  You'll  grow  old,  Dae-Dae.  We  can't  have  that,  can  we?  I  don't  like  it  when  my  collectibles  show  their  age.  And  look  ;  Jae-beom  and  Ha-joon  will  be  with  you  in  that  room.  Pieces  of  them,  anyway.  "  That's  what  he  was  —  what  he  always  had  been.  Not  a  person,  not  a  partner,  but  an  OBJECT.  A  toy  for  a  demon  to  collect  and  play  with,  however  he  pleased.  PROPERTY.  He  could  smell  the  fear  even  stronger  now  ;  hear  his  heartbeat  louder,  and  it  nearly  sent  a  shiver  down  the  spine  of  the  beast.  Squeezing  tighter,  tighter,  TIGHTER  until  he  could  see  discoloration  on  the  other's  throat.

"You  never  had  a  chance.  It  was  always  going  to  end  this  way.  You  would  always  end  up  here,  Dae-Dae.  Dead  and  put  on  display."

"̸̧͔̞̫͎͍͆͋̿̀͐̿̀̌͜Y̶̢̨̡̜͓̼̳̌͘O̷͕̳̜͔͎̳͎̔͛̑̕ͅU̴̫̟͚͐  ̸̨̨̛̠̬̻͉͖͑W̷̡͕̞̘̣̯̓͂͛̀̂̾́̕O̸̳̝͓͓͚̥̟͆͠Ȕ̴̧͚̣̬̞͇̋̓̑L̴̗̋̇͒̄̈́͂͝͠Ḓ̶̡̹̝̦̟̆̔́͑͆̚͜͜  ̷̥̉͂À̷̧̰͚͋͂̊͘L̸̢̮̗͐́̇̎͊͝͠͝W̵̬͈̥̓̔A̴̯͛͆̉͑͜Y̸͍͉͒̎̌̇̚͝Ṡ̷͚̆͆̔͗͝  ̴̬̞̝̇͗̏̉B̵̰̈̑͝E̵͈̬̿͆̋͋́̈́̂L̷̻̩̣̿̈́͒̀͛̎̅͜Ọ̷̡̰̭͙̰̬̀͒̾̓N̴̨͇͇̈́̇̐̉̀͠Ģ̶̞̟͎̉̂̈́͘  ̵̣͛͂́̂̾̏̎̕͜T̴̡̲̰̺̦͙̞̒̀̃͝O̸̺̬͉̯̠̟͆͒̈̿͊̏̊̕  ̷̣̩̳̩̼̆̋̍M̴̢̢̮̓͗Ȩ̸̨͕͂́.̶̙̺̳̑"̷̨͐̋̿͐́͂͝͝ͅ

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LIKE THIS and I’ll pick a stray kids song that reminds me of your muse and soo-jin. You must have interacted with soo-jin though.

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LIKE THIS and I’ll pick a stray kids song that reminds me of your muse and soo-jin. You must have interacted with soo-jin though.

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He'll be much more tolerable when he's no longer moving ... soon. Just a little longer.

[lawscopedarchived]

me, who hates making posts like this:

so, long story short, as many of you know by now, I was in a relationship ship with my now ex husband for 9 years, for 6 of those years, I have been supporting us financially. We live severely pay check to pay check, have two elderly cats, and I decided it was in my best interest that I cannot do that anymore. So I left him.

Until he’s able to find somewhere to go, I still have to pay for everything, and I’m currently behind on two bills that total up to $158.

I am very torn up about this situation even though it was my choice. I would like to *maybe* try and save up about $200 so I can pay those off and also … I don’t know. Get myself something nice, as selfish as that sounds. I’m really going through it.

I do full packages for $60USD. That includes:

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Banners ( answered/headcanons/plotting/etc. )

I also do these things separately so feel free to DM me about that for something cheaper. Prices are also negotiable. I have a couple I am currently working on that I need to finish from previous things. Just please mind the till be a bit slow because of this situation.

Just in case you don’t want to buy anything but do want to help, my PayPal is: [email protected]

Examples under the cut.

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                              —  𝑵𝑶  𝑬𝑺𝑪𝑨𝑷𝑬,  𝑰  𝑯𝑨𝑽𝑬  𝑳𝑶𝑺𝑻  𝑨𝑳𝑳  𝑴𝒀  𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑺𝑬𝑺.

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“You  have  only  yourself  to  blame,  eh?”

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄  𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍  𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒  𝐖𝐀𝐒  unnerving,  at  best  &  horrific  at  worst.  Like  a  wolf  in  sheep’s  clothing,  Soo-jin  knew  what  he  was  doing  this  whole  time,  pulling  Dae-ho  along  like  a  puppet  on  a  pair  of  strings  &  and  basking  in  the  aftermath  that  followed  it.  The  rifts  being  caused  between  Dae-ho  and  his  beloved  big  brother,  watching  COSMIC  fall  apart  from  the  stress  of  it  all  alone  …  there’s  a  soft  huff  that  leaves  him  —  a  sound  of  dark  amusement,  as  clawed  fingers  rest  within  pockets  and  his  head  cants  eerily  to  the  side.

“  Mm.  But  it’s  already  working,  right?  No  matter  what  you  tell  him,  he  won’t  believe  you.”  His  voice  oozed  out  as  he  spoke  like  honeyed  venom  ;  so  sweet  it  would  make  you  sick,  and  so  sharp  that  it  would  sting.  He  takes  a  single  step  forward  —  a  threat. “  If  those  who  were  made  to  hunt  something  like  me  haven’t  killed  me  yet,  what  makes  you  think  that  you  can?  There's  only  one  thing  that  can  kill  me,  and  you  will  never  have  access  to  it.  ”

[deathscoped]

ㅤ Everything, of him, is sickening. The way he bears his teeth in a smile, like a SNARLING DOG. The egotistical nature about him, manipulative, calculating personality that's only GLIMPSED in the eyes and souls of humankind.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤEvil. He was evil. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHe thrived on the chaos being caused. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤThe distress. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ The misery.

He speaks of Dae, and Hyunwoo's own pulse, begins to hasten. It was dizzying, the amount of worry he'd fallen under. They WERE FRIENDS ; he was more than Min's little brother. Why this FREAK had found Dae so enthralling, Woo did not hazard to guess nor dare to ask. All that WAS KNOWN, was that he needed to get away from Soo - Jin. By whatever means necessary.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ❝ He's stubborn - but that can be pushed past. ❞

Brow furrows ; he wouldn't let DEMONS KNOW, that he had found out about the Honmoon. That, there were weapons, specialized for the sole purpose of eradicating demons. And if he could just get his hands on one, manifest it, create it, anything :

❝ ... I guess I have more heart than they do. Don't I. They aren't resolved to kill you ; but I will, even if it's the last fucking thing that I'm ever able to do on this god - forsaken Earth. ❞

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𝐇𝐄  𝐃𝐈𝐃  𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇  𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍  𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄,  he  reveled  in  it.  The  chaos,  the  misery  —  watching  everything  fall  apart  —  watching  them  try  so  hard  only  to  LOSE.  To  FAIL.  Head  cants  to  the  side  ;  arms  cross  over  his  chest,  and  his  grin  widens  further  ;  almost  in  a  way  that  seems  mocking  towards  the  other  man.

“Is  that  what  you  think  ?  He’s  wrapped  around  my  finger  ;  he  won’t  listen  to  you.  He  doesn’t  even  listen  to  his  brother,  now.  What  makes  you  think  you  would  be  so  important  as  to  get  through  to  him,  mm?”

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄  𝐈𝐒  𝐍𝐎  𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍  𝐓𝐎  𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐄  𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐇𝐄  𝐈𝐒  ;  he  knew  this  little  group  had  figured  it  out,  and  that  was  part  of  what  made  everything  so  enthralling  regarding  this  situation.  They  couldn’t  prove  any  of  their  claims  to  anyone  but  each  other  —  and  how  did  they  expect  to  get  rid  of  him  when  those  who  were  trained  and  had  the  weaponry  to  do  so  couldn’t  even  kill  him?

𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍-𝐖𝐎𝐎’𝐒  𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄  𝐀𝐓  𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓.  How  pathetic,  how  naive  !  Soo-jin,  at  this  moment,  was  impenetrable  —  a  force  that  was  to  be  reckoned  with  and  one  who  could  smear  the  pavement  with  the  others'  blood  if  he  so  well  pleased.  Clawed  fingers  reach  out  ;  they  curl  around  Hyun-woo’s  chin  and  pull  him  close  to  his  own  face  ;  brown  eyes  flickering  molten  gold  for  a  split  moment.

“  You  and  your  little  friends  are  the  stupidest  bunch  I’ve  ever  met,  toying  with  your  own  deaths  like  this.  By  the  end  of  this,  all  of  you  will  be  in  your  own  graves  …  and  Dae-ho  will  still  end  up  as  my  property.  Fickle  little  things  you  are  ;  humans  are  so,  so,  stupid.  You  will  not  win  this.  Why  even  bother  ?  “

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𝐒𝐎𝐎-𝐉𝐈𝐍  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐈𝐅  𝐍𝐎𝐓  𝐀  𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑  𝐀𝐓  𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐎𝐖𝐍  𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐓  —  whether  it  was  rapping,  manipulation  or  murder  —  everything  to  him  was  done  meticulously  and  with  some  sort  of  goal  in  mind,  one  that  he  had  been  working  on  for  centuries  ;  appeasing  the  demon  king  for  his  praise  &  admiration.  That’s  all  it  was  to  him  —  a  giant  spectacle  of  attention  that  he  so  desperately  craved  by  something  so  much  higher  than  himself.  Manipulating  Dae-ho  and  severing  the  boys  relationships,  however,  was  nothing  if  not  a  gift  for  himself  —  for  did  he  not  deserve  something  for  himself  every  once  in  a  while?  Dae-ho’s  body  would  look  so  pretty  motionless,  like  some  sort  of  twisted  doll,  would  it  not?  Soo-jin  just  needed  to  wait  for  the  right  time,  for  as  much  as  he  hated  to  admit  it  —  he  cared  for  the  guy  in  his  own,  twisted  way.

𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊  𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄  𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒  𝐓𝐎  𝐉𝐈𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐆  as  soon  as  the  other  spits  out  his  words  to  him,  Soo-jin  standing  there,  oddly  relaxed  as  his  head  cants  to  the  side.  “Trash?  Hardly.”  His  tongue  glides  over  pointed  teeth,  amused,  brow  raised  ever  so  slightly  as  he  stares  at  Jiyong  a  little  too  long.  Mm,  he  would  look  so  pretty  strung  up,  wouldn’t  he?  With  his  organs  offered  up  to  the  god  below  …  He’s  pulled  from  his  thoughts,  shaking  his  head. “I’m  here  for  the  same  reason  you  are.  I  was  nominated  for  an  award  —  it’s  cute  that  you’re  threatened  enough  to  try  and  insult  me,  though.”  The  way  he  speaks  is  almost  as  if  he  were  mocking  Jiyong  —  his  words  being  washed  off  of  him  like  water  off  of  a  duck’s  back.  And  then,  he  mentions  Dae-ho  —  of  course  he  would,  for  Soo-jin  knew  that  Jiyong  was  the  boyfriend  of  the  youngers  annoying  brother  ;  the  one  who  kept  sticking  his  nose  where  it  didn’t  belong  —  the  one  that  Soo-jin  had  injured  twice.

“He’s  busy.  Interviews,  photos  —  what,  do  you  expect  to  kidnap  him  from  here,  too?  You’re  lucky  I  didn’t  get  the  police  involved  from  the  stunt  you  &  his  brother  pulled.  Unfortunate  what  happened  though,  huh?  The  guy’s  already  injured,  to  suffer  a  second  injury,  I’m  impressed  he  can  still  walk.”  There’s  a  slight  shift  to  his  tone  —  bitterness.  Disappointment?  Maybe  a  little  bit.  He  shrugs  softly  —  nonchalantly,  as  if  everything  was  nothing  but  a  big  game  to  him.  he  steps  closer  to  Jiyong,  leaning  down  slightly  so  that  only  he  could  hear  him  —  taunting  the  other  would  prove  amusing.  He  could  say  anything  to  him,  and  the  only  one  who  would  not  believe  him  would  be  the  only  one  who  mattered  right  now  —  Dae-ho.  Lips  curl  into  a  smirk,  close  to  Jiyong’s  ear.

“If  you  two  keep  poking  around  places  you  don’t  belong,  I’ll  make  sure  your  beloved  little  boyfriend  suffers  from  more  than  just  falling  metal  and  a  kick  down  the  stairs.  Got  it?”

𝐀  𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍?  𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐄.  But  there  wasn’t  any  proof  —  who  would  believe  Jiyong  other  than  Cheol-min,  who  Soo-jin  was  trying  to  convince  Dae-ho  wasn’t  right  in  the  head  after  the  accident?  Nobody.  Clawed  hand  moves  to  firmly  pat  the  other  on  his  shoulder,  squeezing  slightly  in  a  way  that  was  clearly  a  threat.

“I  suggest  giving  up  on  Dae-ho.  I’ll  take  good  care  of  him,  don’t  you  worry.”

[wildscoped]

anger courses through him like it's all he's ever known ━━ and maybe it is. from a young age all he'd felt was this inexplicable anger ; at the world, at his parents, at himself. he'd tried reeling it in, promised himself that when he finally got out of that shit hole of a home that he'd change, he'd be better ━━ but nothing had really changed, had it ? he was still the same angry child he had once been so many years ago, so desperate to find someone to take it out on in the hopes that it might make him feel better.

but it never did.

soo-jin has a way with words ━━ not in the charming sense, but in the way that he knows just what to say to get under jiyong's skin. it's like he knows intrinsically how to fuck with someone. though, if he really was a demon, if he'd been around for literal centuries then jiyong supposes that it makes sense. he'd had time to figure just what makes humans tick ━━ and that makes him more dangerous than what they'd thought previously.

" i'm not fucking threatened by you ━━ your face just pisses me off. " something about him just makes jiyong's blood boil with anger, his stomach twist in something that almost resembles fear. it's like his body knows that soo-jin is dangerous, instinct kicking in and every nerve ending in his body telling him to run, run, run.

but he doesn't, he won't. safety isn't guaranteed even when surrounded by countless other people ━━ what happened to cheol-min was proof of that, but he'd be damned if he's known as the one that ran away from a freak like this. he wouldn't be able to face himself, let alone any of the others if they'd found out that he'd turned tail and fucking ran.

it's a relief, at least, to know that dae-ho wasn't anywhere near soo-jin for once ━━ practically glued to the other's side these days, now that he thinks about it. their attempt at getting the younger away had ended badly ; cheol-min injured and, when they got to the car, dae-ho was nowhere to be seen. he could've throttled the kid that day, slapped him around and told him to stop being so fucking naive for once in his life. but what good would that have done ? all their rescue attempt had managed to do was have dae-ho run back into the arms of the one person that they were so desperate to keep him away from. they'd done more harm than good ━━ but they had to try, didn't they ?

and then, his gaze shifts, narrows at the mention of cheol-min. jiyong had never had someone in his life that he'd truly cared about before, you know ? his upbringing hadn't allowed for it, his parents had only ever made him feel undeserving of love. so to have someone, finally, to have their life threatened ━━ ? there wasn't a thing on this earth that jiyong wouldn't do to keep his boyfriend safe. he was all he had, really, and . . . if he lost cheol-min ? fuck, he just doesn't know what he'd do with himself.

━━ what was he, who was he, if not his ?

to anyone looking on, it might have seemed like the two were just having a normal conversation - heated, perhaps, but jiyong had a reputation in the industry now, he'd had one for a while. hot-headed, reckless, prone to drama. anyone that might have been curious would simply notice that it was him and then look the other way. no one wanted to get involved when choi jiyong looked about ready to burst.

" ━━ the fuck did you just say ? " he heard it, of course he did. the closest to an admission that he'd get. jiyong had always thought there was something off about cheol-min's accident ; more safety checks than he cared to think about were always done before shows, and if anything was wrong there'd be a delay until it was safe to perform. the fact that the scaffolding, secure as it was had just fallen ? he might not have thought it to be anything other than a fluke at first, but the more time he dwelled on it, the less it made sense. with everything that had been happening with soo-jin recently . . . jiyong can't help but think that the demon was the cause.

it sounds like it'd be right up his alley.

" keep his name . . . keep both of their fucking names out of your god damned mouth. don't talk about them, don't fucking think about them, don't ━━ " fists are clenched at his sides, twitching like they want nothing more than to draw back and take a swing and his smug fucking face. but he doesn't. he can't. impulsive as he may be, doing something dumb might put dae-ho in danger, and that was just something that he couldn't risk.

" we're not giving up on him. "

[beastm4kerarchived]

𝐈𝐓  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐀𝐒  𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐄  𝐀𝐒  𝐈𝐓  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃  ;  how  this  group  of  boys  thought  that  they  could  do  anything  to  stop  him.  When  Soo-jin’s  mind  was  made  up  —  when  he  had  his  eyes  on  something,  he  would  get  it.  He  did  everything  for  the  demon  king  —  everything  without  complaint  ;  so  he  could  have  a  gift  for  himself,  couldn’t  he?  He  had  everything  all  planned  out  from  the  beginning  —  Dae-ho  was  nothing  more  than  an  object,  a  toy  —  a  doll.  Something  to  collect.  And  eventually,  when  the  time  was  right,  he  would  become  everything  that  Soo-jin  wanted.  A  piece  of  art  ;  beautiful,  serene  &  motionless.

𝐁𝐔𝐓  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑  𝐌𝐀𝐍’𝐒  𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑  &  𝐒𝐎𝐎-𝐉𝐈𝐍’𝐒  𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐓  were  becoming  nothing  more  than  a  thorn  in  the  demon’s  side.  In  hindsight,  perhaps  he  should  have  made  sure  that  Cheol-min  died  that  day  —  that  way,  he  wouldn’t  be  an  annoying  little  pest  digging  around  where  he  didn’t  belong,  and  Jiyong  would  be  distracted  with  grief.  However,  hindsight  was  20/20,  even  for  a  creature  such  as  he,  and  Soo-jin  had  to  adjust  his  game  accordingly.  But  it  was  alright,  for  Dae-ho  was  still  wrapped  around  his  finger  tightly  with  no  hope  of  unravelling.  Every  day,  he  would  bring  Dae-ho  closer  and  wrap  him  within  his  web,  pulling  him  further  and  further  away  from  everyone  else  who  cared  about  him.

 𝐅𝐎𝐑  𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐒𝐎𝐎-𝐉𝐈𝐍  𝐈𝐅  𝐍𝐎𝐓  𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘?

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍  𝐃𝐈𝐃  𝐇𝐄  𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖  𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑  𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃  𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃?   Almost  instantaneously,  really,  the  similarities  in  appearance,  for  one,  were  uncanny.  That  fire  within  the  eyes  of  the  younger  sported  a  familiarity  within  the  demon  —  and  that  temper  ?  Oh,  Soo-jin  knew  that  far  too  personally,  for  that  was  a  trait  the  two  of  them  shared  wholeheartedly.  Despite  the  others'  blood  being  diluted,  there  was  no  doubt  that  the  two  of  them  were  bound  by  blood,  and  it  made  Soo-Jin  want  to  toy  around  with  the  brat  even  more  —  continue  getting  under  his  skin  and  watching  him  squirm  as  the  demon  took  everything  from  him  and  his  lover  with  a  twisted  sense  of  joy.

“  Mm,  does  it,  now?  Do  you  say  the  same  when  you  look  in  a  mirror  ?  ”

𝐀  𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓  𝐉𝐀𝐁  ;  a  hint  of  relation.  He  can  smell  the  anger  radiating  off  of  Jiyong  as  though  its  scent  was  so  specific  (  and  it  was  ),  head  craning  to  the  side  idly  as  he  watched  him  —  eyed  him  —  nearly  analyzing  him  to  decipher  his  reactions  and  where  to  poke  and  prod  at  next.  He  may  have  been  a  relative,  but  Jiyong  was  so  painfully  human,  and  he  clearly  had  been  born  with  emotions,  unlike  Soo-jin  ;  whose  own  were  fabricated  to  hell  and  back,  and  yet  —  they  were  still  so  strikingly  similar,  weren’t  they?

“  Careful,  now.  You  don’t  want  to  cause  too  much  of  a  commotion,  do  you?  “

𝐉𝐈𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐆’𝐒  𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  𝐓𝐎  𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒  makes  a  chuckle  rumble  deep  within  his  chest,  claws  upon  Jiyong’s  shoulder  gripping  tighter  as  he  leans  in  closer  to  the  younger's  ear,  that  smug  smirk  upon  his  features  stretching  wider.  “  Mm,  there  isn’t  anything  you  can  do.  The  deeper  you  go  down  this  hole?  Well,  you  might  as  well  be  digging  your  own  graves.  ”

“  Fine,  don’t  give  up  on  him.  But  realize  this,  brat  —  “  his  grip  tightens,  voice  low  for  only  Jiyong  to  hear ; voice hollow and void of any emotion whatsoever, like a switch being flipped.  “  Get  further  in  my  way  and  I  will  not  hesitate  to  wipe  every  single  one  of  you  off  the  face  of  this  planet  …  Starting  with  Cheol-min. ”

[beastm4kerarchived]

𝐈𝐓  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐅𝐔𝐍  𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘  𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐃.  When  the  realization  hit  them  that  he  wasn’t  what  he  portrayed  himself  to  be.  How  the  patterns  on  his  skin  pulsed  and  lit  up,  how  his  dark  eyes  switched  into  a  molten  gold  with  slit  pupils  that  were  as  sharp  as  knives,  and  elongated  canines  that  threatened  to  bite  and  tear  flesh.  He  enjoyed  seeing  the  faces  of  his  victims  contort  into  fear  when  it  hit  them  ;  when  it  all  made  sense  as  to  why  he  looked  the  way  that  he  looked,  and  that  their  life  was  no  longer  theirs.  That  he  was  going  to  take  it  from  them  in  a  way  that  was  not  humane.

“  Aaaaaah.  Look at where poking  your  nose  around  where  it  doesn’t  belong  gets  you,  eh?  “

𝐇𝐀-𝐉𝐎𝐎𝐍  𝐇𝐀𝐃  𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍  𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐆  𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑  𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑  for  a  while  now;  limbs  bound,  though  his  body  squirmed  in  his  grasp.  Soo-jin  hummed  as  he  listened  to  the  muffled  protests  of  the  other  gagged  with  a  cloth  tied  around  his  mouth.  A  clawed  hand  moved  to  pat  his  ass  as  if  he  were  trying  to  comfort  him  in  some  way,  but  it  was  clear  what  his  intentions  were  and  that  this  was  in  no  way  a  comforting  gesture  —  but  a  mocking  one.  Lips  part  into  a  wide  grin  unseen  to  the  other  man  as  combat  boots  thump  lowly  against  what  sounded  like  a  concrete  floor,  the  area  like  a  maze  with  halls  that  twisted  and  turned  —  no  light  sources  to  be  seen  as  the  demon  carried  the  other  man  down  the  dark  halls  until  he  stopped  in  front  of  one  of  the  many  doors  down  here.

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑  𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃  𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇  𝐀  𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐊  ;  Soo-jin  pushing  it  open  with  his  free  hand  and  kicking  it  closed  behind  him  with  a  loud

                                𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐌  !

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐄𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄  𝐇𝐔𝐌  𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐒  in  the  room  as  it  leaves  him  ;  this  room  now  illuminated  with  a  dim  light.  His  footsteps  echo  once  more  ;  slow,  loud  thumps  before  he  lays  the  other  man  down  on  what  seemed  to  be  nothing  more  than  a  large  slab  of  concrete.  Claws  hook  into  the  fabric  of  the  cloth  in  his  mouth  and  pull  down  to  allow  Ha-joon  to  speak,  if  he  so  wished  —  for  Soo-jin  would  love  nothing  more  then  to  hear  him  beg  and  plead  for  his  life.   Would  it  change  his  mind?  Absolutely  not.  Tongue  glides  over  fanged  teeth,  fingers  grip  onto  the  other’s  jaw  to  force  him  to  look  into  those  molten  gold  colored  hues.

“  And  here  I  was,  getting  …  attached.  You  kept  things  interesting,  I'll  give  you  that.  Maybe  you  would  have  survived  if  you  kept  to  yourself,  mm?  Dae-Dae  is  going  to  be  so  sad  when  you’re  gone.  How  selfish  of  you.  “  Soo-jin  mused  ;  though  his  expression  and  tone  were  void  of  any  emotion.  It  was  something  dark  ;  hollow.  Clawed  fingers  trailed  down  slowly  from  Ha-joon’s  jaw  to  his  chest  ;  right  above  his  heart,  feeling  his  heartbeat  pulse  as  a  smirk  twitched  at  the  corner  of  his  lips.  "  But  I'll  make  sure  that  he  has  a  nice  little  parting  gift  from  you.  "

“  Any  last  words?  “

@moonscoped | It's time for you to die.

[moonscoped]

it's unnatural. everything about him is unnatural.

from the moment ha-joon had met him he'd felt something off about the other, something that he just hadn't been able to place. he'd pushed it away at first, seeing how dae-ho spoke so highly of soo-jin he'd wanted to assume the best, you know ? make an effort for someone that was so near and dear to him.

perhaps that had been his first mistake - thinking that anything about soo-jin could have possibly been good.

he thinks himself an idiot, seeing the warnings, allowing himself to get close despite them all. ha-joon might have argued it was just because he didn't trust the other, that he needed to get closer in order to understand the truth - but that was a lie, wasn't it ? selfish, he'd been. so lost in the grief of not being able to have dae-ho how he wanted, and so he'd taken to someone else instead - an arrangement that had worked well for the two of them, or so he'd thought.

he had no one to blame but himself for his carelessness ; thinking he could have his cake and eat it too. soo-jin was dangerous, he'd felt it from the second that they'd met, it was why he'd gotten so invested in the first place - anything to keep dae-ho safe from a monster.

but he couldn't even do that, could he ? what good was he tied up and slung over the monster's shoulder when dae-ho was off somewhere none the wiser ? what good was he dead ? so he struggles, not for himself ( at least in the typical sense ) but for dae-ho. because he has to get back and tell him the truth, he has to get out of here with dae-ho before something terrible happens, before it's too late.

soo-jin is stronger than he looks, holding on tight with seemingly little effort, totally unphased by how much ha-joon moves around. it's frustrating, terrifying, and it only makes him work harder - a desperate attempt to break free from the bonds that he'd found himself in.

try as he might to not appear scared ( least of all in front of him ) his heart betrays him, racing so fast that he can feel it pounding against the inside of his skull, feel it thumping against his ribcage as it threatens to burst free. ha-joon's mind is racing with ways to try and break free, to escape the situation he's found himself in, but his train of thought is cut off as he's dumped onto the freezing concrete that lay below. if he could just get his legs free he'd be able to run - if he can run, he can get to dae-ho ━━ they could get out of this fucking nightmare.

together.

the rag that stops him from speaking is removed from his mouth, jaw aching from the strain of having it there in the first place. insults on the tip of his tongue that fizzle out when a clawed hand grips him, forces him to look. ha-joon had never looked at the other with any particular fondness, truth be told, but there's still a sense of betrayal that it had ever come to this ; a disgust in himself that he'd thought, for even a second, that soo-jin was something other than what he'd suspected all this time.

" ━━ fuck you, leave him out of this ! " stubborn, desperate to defend dae-ho until the very end, like it was his life's purpose. as clawed finger hovers over his chest, a deep, sinking feeling settles in the pit of his stomach. whatever soo-jin was, it certainly wasn't human, and ha-joon can't just accept the fact that he's not making it out of here alive, ignores it and tells himself that he'll fight his way out of here if it's the last thing he does.

" let me go ━━ " anger takes shape, an ugly thing really, as he surges forward and tries to headbutt the other with all the strength he can muster.

[beastm4kerarchived]

𝐍𝐎𝐓  𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘  𝐇𝐀𝐃  𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍  𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄  𝐓𝐎  𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐄  𝐈𝐓  𝐎𝐔𝐓  ;  despite  it  always  being  so  obvious  that  he  wasn't  necessarily  human.  At  least,  not  anymore.  He  hadn't  been  human  in  centuries,  had  he?  He  nearly  forgot  what  it  felt  like  to  be  so  weak,  so  feeble,  so  ...  human.  Pathetic  as  these  creatures  were,  Soo-jin  had  been  reborn  into  something  much  better  ;  much  stronger,  and  his  bloodlust  was  all  but  insatiable.  Most  humans  were  stupid  enough  to  believe  that  his  patterns  were  nothing  more  than  an  aesthetic  choice.  Hunters,  of  course,  were  just  as  useless  as  other  humans  ;  for  they  too,  were  easily  manipulated.  It  was  how  he  was  able  to  be  protected  for  so  long  —  Why  no  one  could  strike  him  just  yet.

𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐎𝐍𝐄  𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇  𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄,  𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓  𝐈𝐓?

𝐇𝐄  𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒  𝐓𝐎  𝐇𝐀-𝐉𝐎𝐎𝐍  𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘,  a  low  hum  of  a  tune  leaving  him  once  more,  head  tilting  from  side  to  side  as  he  focuses  on  the  area  of  his  chest,  nails  digging  slightly  but  not  tearing  fabric  nor  flesh  as  of  yet.  Gaze  quickly  flickers  when  he  sees  the  attempt  of  a  headbutt  towards  him  ;  hand  lightning  fast  as  it  caught  the  other's  face  within  his  palm  and  slammed  his  head  back  down  against  the  concrete  slab  —  not  enough  to  make  him  bleed  outwardly,  but  enough  to  dizzy  him,  at  least.

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐃𝐈𝐌𝐋𝐘  𝐋𝐈𝐓  ;  the  shadows  within  materializing  and  wrapping  around  his  body  to  keep  him  in  place.  A  tendril  around  his  throat;  one  around  his  abdomen  (  though  not  blocking  where  Soo-jin  needed  to  be  ),  one  around  his  hips  and  one  at  his  already  bound  ankles.  Tightly  they  pulled  to  keep  him  still  ;  the  demon  humming  eerily  once  more.

"  Did  you  really  think  that  you  had  a  chance  with  him?  Mm?  "

𝐈𝐓𝐒  𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐓𝐎  𝐒𝐄𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑  so  worried  ;  a  knight  in  shining  armor  ;  or  a  complete  idiot.  Neck  cranes  slightly  as  he  looks  down  at  Ha-joon  as  if  he  were  nothing  more  than  just  a  piece  of  meat  to  be  butchered,  something  to  be  tossed  away  when  he  was  done.  Unfortunately,  Soo-jin  held  a  little  care  for  him.  Their  personal  situation  helped  with  that.  Hand  trails  down  slowly  from  the  other's  chest  to  his  stomach,  brow  raising  softly  before  lowering,  hand  moving  back  just  above  his  heart  as  claws  tore  at  fabric.  Tongue  glides  along  his  lips  as  sharp  claws  align  themselves  over  Ha-joon's  heart,  slowly  starting  to  wedge  themselves  into  the  flesh  as  blood  oozes  around  them  and  seeps  ;  the  smell  of  iron  taking  over  his  senses  as  his  grin  stretches  inhumanely  upon  his  features.

"There  is  nothing  you  can  do.  He  will  be  mine,  and  mine  alone.  Permanently,  forever.  If  you  stayed  out  of  my  business  …  maybe  you  wouldn't  be  in  this  situation,  eh?  ...  Who  am  I  kidding.  You  were  going  to  be  culled  regardless.  NO  ONE  gets  in  the  way  of  what  I  want."

𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒  𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒  𝐈𝐍  𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐑  ;  he  isn’t  quick  about  it.  He  wants  to  see  the  pain  in  Ha-joon’s  eyes  ;  he  wants  to  hear  his  screams  echo  in  this  dimly  lit  room.  Soo-jin  coos  hollowly,  leaning  in  closer  to  the  other’s  face  as  lips  barely  brush  against  eachother.

“  I’m  going  to  miss  our  time  together.  Oh  well.  You  had  a  good  a  run.  I’ll  make  sure  he  doesn’t  miss  you  too  much.  ”

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