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ft. ╱ brhyunmin & @ahyoungbr

among the party lights illuminating the place with every beat, hyunmin wondered. was this how god felt when he created the world in seven days? because hyunmin, too, saw everything he had made and, behold, it was very good. the warehouse was filled to the brim, in fact he was sure not one further being, immortal or not, could fit. everywhere his gaze went, two eyes behind extravagantly crafted masks looked back at him. no one was walking with empty hands, either glasses of blood wine or champagne were their company or the most high class designer drugs. better, louder, harder. a promise well kept. now, it didn’t take much for him to make out ahin in this crowd due to a variety of reasons. the main one being her sending him a picture of her outfit and mask before she had arrived at the location. maybe not the fairest thing to do considering it was a masquerade ball but after all everything was allowed in love and war. this was a bit of both. the second helping hand was her perfume. it was all he needed as confirmation when he spotted the familiar outfit and mask in the crowd, accompanied by people he probably couldn’t care less about. he quickly found himself behind her, bodies pressed together. “come with me. now,” he mumbled in her ear, words only meant for her. without giving her much time to deliberate her choice of actions he grabbed her hand, setting both of them off on a path only he would know. a little room in the back, stacked to the ceiling with cardboard boxes full of champagne, away from the eyes of the public. just how they liked it. private enough to indulge in the dance of their bodies, yet with the knowledge of danger at their fingertips. “hope you like the party, doll,” he said with a smirk on his lips. one hand pulling the mask off of his face while the other wrapped around ahin’s waist to pull her closer, not allowing any distance between them as he leaned in for a heated kiss. / / @brahins & @ahyoungbr

― she was waiting for that, like a child waits for christmas ( and herself, included. ) -- with a heart full of anxious expectations and high hopes. she knew what meant hyunmin being back in seoul, and she loved his infamous parties almost as much as she loved his company itself; considerably less, of course. still, sh thrived off of attention, and his parties were guarantee of that. ahin knew it would be a party out of expected proportions -- it would be so much more than one simply expect. so, when the invitation arrived at the song’s household, her heart couldn’t help but leap on her chest -- the day before her birthday, and, to add more to the mystery, a masquerade ball.

she had never been to one of those. ahin had, as expected, been to a fair share of parties herself -- but masquerades has a whole different aura to it; something far from the beer pong table and girls squealing to get boys’ attention. that was something mature something only hyun could pull. she was aware of the etiquette, and she knew, following the theme, it was supposed to be a surprise -- but she couldn’t help but show him what she was going to wear, knowing that she wouldn’t risk have him mistake someone else as her.

( the thought, alone, made her blood boil. )

the place was probably beautiful -- the guests, probably pulled their best attire to attend to the event; yet, her attention was undivided on the quest of spotting his familiar frame in the crowd. she thought she had recognized some people -- some broad shoulders there, long legs here, but not his. it didn’t take long for him to find her, instead. his scent quickly hit her, unmistakably his, the one she would b able to recognize anywhere -- and before she could turn to face him, before she could lean against him, she felt his fingers intertwine with hers and felt herself being pulled from the crowd; their time alone, as the usual.

as much as she was expecting to be at the party, she couldn’t wait to be with hyunmin, for a fact. the moment she was pulled into his arms, was the moment she sighed deeply, eyebrows raised “ oh, i am liking it just fine. ” and her lips found his, naturally molding against his own, hand gripping on his shoulders as she kissed him back with enthusiasm before breaking apart slightly, whispering “ but i am sure it’s about to get better. ”

#𝕚 𝕟 𝕥 𝕖 𝕣 𝕒 𝕔 𝕥 𝕚 𝕠 𝕟 𝕤 ╱ as if she’s trying to breathe right out of your lungs.

ft. ╱ brjinri

it was moments like these that messed with her head. made her think that all the days playing ahin’s lackey eventually did pay off. it made her heart jump, punched the breath right out of her lungs. jinri already knew later she would be laying wide awake in her bed while the world outside was following their trivial daytime activities. thinking about every gaze ahin threw her way, overanalyzing every word, every syllable. think about the way her hair framed her face when she bend over to her, the way the slightest touch send electricity through her body … focus, goddammit! a nervous chuckle left her lips, jinri would have crossed her legs if she could to ease the tingle on her skin but figured taking her foot off of the pedal would bring them in serious danger. “i don’t know. i just want you to have fun”, she said, a genuine statement. she would probably jump off of namsan tower if that’s what ahin felt like doing. it didn’t occur to her how unhealthy the degree of toeing the line was that she was performing. not yet, anyway. finally jinri spotted an open parking space from the corner of her eye and steered the wheel, aiming for the free spot. despite the only driving experience outside of her lessons being the one she gained from driving minwoo’s car ( and if she was lucky, uncle hyun would gift her a car for her graduation too! ), she was a skilled driver. bringing the car to a halt after a well executed parking maneuver, the younger leaned back in her seat, resting her head against the headrest and looked at ahin, fully taking in her legendary song sister beauty. “you know i’m up for anything you want to do.”

― sometimes, she did notice the extension of the damage she caused. she noticed the toxicity of her actions, she noticed how rotten her touch was -- but she had a monster coiled in her resting comfortably against her insides; and that monster was a famished one, starving. it craved, and it needed and it demanded all kinds of attention and love it could get -- at any given time, from anyone; didn’t matter who she was to step on the way. ahin was conscious of her actions, she knew she hurt jinri in ways beyond the reparable, and that she should be mature enough, for both, to simply let go.

but it tasted too sweet for her to give up that easily.

“ you talk as if we never have fun together. ” she knew she was hard to please, but that part of their relationship was, perhaps, the most genuine one. ahin had fun with jinri, the song princess loved to spend time with the hwang princess, that was an understatement -- and she especially loved how quickly she fell into ahin’s games without any complaints, how quickly she was to try to appease the other’s caprices. a smile completed the circles on the other’s leg before she turned to face forward. “ anything you plan is fun to me. ” jinri was comforting, she was safe. sometimes ahin did wish she could settle for something so secure as hwang jinri.

and as soon as the car engine quiet down, ahin clapped excitedely. “ i wish i knew how to drive, but i love when you do it for me. ” she raised an eyebrow. that was minwoo’s car, she knew it well -- and it was a miracle to see it without its owner; so forbidden that made her go way too creative. “ anything i want to do? ” her eyebrows raised, suspiciously. “ you know that saying that to me is something really dangerous, don’t you? ” she was known for being unpredictable, and she wasn’t going to back down so soon. “ besides... us in this car, makes me get too creative. ”

#𝕚 𝕟 𝕥 𝕖 𝕣 𝕒 𝕔 𝕥 𝕚 𝕠 𝕟 𝕤 ╱ as if she’s trying to breathe right out of your lungs.

ft. ╱ brhyunmin

sometimes, hyun thought, he welcomed the cloak of secrecy both of them were hiding under. it preserved them from persisting questions about what they actually were. whenever this question crept up on him, he successfully crammed his mind with other things to avoid the confusing and complex matter at hand. it would be wrong to deny he loved her. no other woman crossed his mind as many times as ahin, whether she was near or far. never before did he spoil a woman to the degree he spoiled her, ahin was basically the co-owner in spirit of his bank account. but it also would be lies and slander to assume she was the only woman in his life. somehow, the unspoken agreement between them was working perfectly fine and he had no intentions to alter it. along the way he just contemplated with himself if he could even love in the traditional, acceptable way. the way her small frame bounced off of the floor and clung to him like a koala made him chuckle. he effortlessly kicked the dark wooden door shut before placing both his hands under her butt to support her ambitious climb. the sweetness of her voice nearly made him dizzy, in the end hearing her voice through the phone simply couldn’t compare to the real deal. as she leaned in to shower him with kisses once more, the all too familiar scent of her shampoo intoxciated his mind. some things never change. he even had a bottle of it in his shower, always ready for her. “you know i never would”, he said truthfully, turning around and slowly carrying her to the living room to get them out of the unwelcoming atmosphere of the door step. “i’m sorry i didn’t tell you earlier that i was coming. things just fell into place, like always.” that hyunmin had no intentions to tell ahin about the reasons for his returns didn’t mean much, in fact he never told anyone. on top of that, ahin knew better than to meddle or interfere with his work. it was all too boring to begin with, using their energy for dirty talk during sleepy morning sex was way better than wasting breath for business related questions anyway. hyun successfully escorted them to the lavish living room, lowering his girl on the creamy couch before dropping himself right next to her. one arm quickly found its way between her body and the couch, wrapping it around her waist, the other pulled her legs on his lap - allowing no distance between them, fully displaying his greed for her. “but i bring good news, very good even”, he teased her, eager to see her reaction to what he had to say.

― she missed him, wildly much. in her moments of weakness, she allowed herself to dress down completely and only put on his shirt, the one that his scent still faintly lingered on the fabric. it wasn’t the same as waking up in his arms, where she could nuzzle her nose against his bare skin, where she could slowly trace circle with her tongue against the soft spot on his neck. it wasn’t the same as having him there. hours long calls and constantly exchanged pictures could never compare to having him all to herself.

sometimes, loving him like that made her scared. as he picked her up from the floor, hands against her butt as she softly peppered kisses all over his face, she wondered where would they end up at. ahin’s fate was uncertain and not in her hands, she knew of that ― and, probably, he knew of that, too. the council existed, and her heart picked up the pace at the mere thought of having to spend a lifetime without him. was loving him like that a guarantee or safety or a blade against her neck? for she had no idea if he loved her in the same scale -- or if he loved her, at all.

“ the other girls are having too much of you. ” she mumbled words against his lips, a playful smle to conceal her jealousy. ahin had no right to feel like that, he was a grown man, after all, and their unspoken agreement had deemed no strings attached ― at least, no so tightly, like the ones he had tangled around her heart. “ but i like when you make those kind of surprises, ” she giggled softly after being plumped on the couch, sighing as he gave no time before pulling her legs closer. “ i love having to cancel all of my plans for you. ”

and at his sentence, her eyebrows raised, a playful smile on her lips ― playful, to not show hopeful. what was she expecting, after all? “ oh really? ” she had moved closer to him, one of her legs being thrown over his lap so that way she would be straddling him, knees on both sides as she comfortably sat on his lap facing him as she played with the hairs at the nape of his neck. “ i love surprises, ” she was trying to control herself from beaming with excitement. “ especially when they come from you. ”

#take a shot every time i typed 'surprise' ugh #this is also long bye #𝕚 𝕟 𝕥 𝕖 𝕣 𝕒 𝕔 𝕥 𝕚 𝕠 𝕟 𝕤 ╱ as if she’s trying to breathe right out of your lungs.#ft. ╱ hyunmin.

ft. ╱ brhyunmin

in a galaxy far, far away, roughly two years ago … an absolutely shit-eating grin found its way on his face as he sloppily stumbled through the remnants of what he so humbly called the party of the century. and that’s what it always was, over and over again, upon every return to his hometown. he eagerly made sure f. scott fitzgerald turned in his grave over the fact of not having hyun as his personal, enchanting muse for the great gatsby. bigger, better, harder - everytime he managed to outdo himself, surpass the future version of im hyunmin with an upgraded one. louder music, more thrilling drugs, curvier women, thirstier vampires. he didn’t discrimiante, humans that could keep up with the merciless pace of the supernatural beings were gladly invited, blood bags often saw their biggest paychecks of the year at his events. this time was no different. sometimes he rented out an entire club, other times he transformed his own mansion into the place to be that night. he frequented his nearby apartment more often anyway, trashing the house every once in a while just to wake up to its impeccable state was a sacrifice he brought happily. the mess had taken on a dramatic scale, reached worrying levels even. he walked by empty tiny plastic cans of pills and kicked aside oceans of cups. wondering how the cleaning staff that was about to arrive would get the unhealthy amount of blood and sticky alcohol out of his carpets hyunmin came to a halt when he came to the realization that he wasn’t alone despite calling it a night for him and everyone else invited. his eyes fell on the elegant frame of song ahin, a figure he was more than familiar by now, at the night of the eventful night. following the endless pleas of his beloved jinri, he had issued an extended invitation to the three song sisters through his niece. her ecstatic state about this chain of events had been pleasure enough for him, it’s all he was aiming for. he couldn’t have possibily guessed the vastly different outcome of things when jinri had walked up to him, arms linked with a fairy she introduced to him as song ahin. maybe it was the way she carried herself at her age or the fact she wasn’t afraid of addressing him directly and bluntly or maybe it was how he caught her glance every now and then when she was winding her body to the sound of the music. probably all three combined. but whether it was intentional or not, hyun found his eyes wander off through the crowd only to came to a halt on song ahin. and whenever that happened, her eyes were also resting on him. they didn’t have much time to talk. or any at all, as a matter of fact. for whatever reason, jinri was glued to the youngest song and hyun was a highly requested figure at his own party. sometimes he forgot to nip on his own drink in between rotating conversations with people, which caused him to always successfully one shot his full cups under excited cheers from his guests. so, to say that her sudden appearance in the large door frame of his mercilessly trashed living room was more than a surprise. he looked around, curious if maybe her ride was still here as well which caused her extended stay. even the bartenders and the dj were gone, the quiet state of the house was almost eery. a few moments of silence remained between them when hyun cleared his throat, only now feeling how sore it was after all the drinking, cheering and singing. oh, and the drugs. “little miss song, can i help you?” he asked, voice deeper than usual. / / @brahins

— she grew up hearing stories of that infamous party — legendary, out of imaginable proportions. she had daydreamed about it as she had found herself in it in her dreams, savoring the wasteland that would be presented before her, enjoy it at your own will; and when jinri mentioned he would be back, her toes curled in excitement, her saccharine voice turned golden honey, eyelashes fluttering as she asked what time should she ask the chauffeur to pick her up, for they were going together.

was she invited? no, not yet. the certainty that she would was confirmed when an elegant letter came, the three names written on the front, and inside only the name of a place. ahin was going to im hyunmin’s party, at last — another achievement reached that could be crossed out from her list.

and just like his parties, hyunmin was just as legendary. unspoken words surrounded his persona, and ahin’s fleeting mind couldn’t paint a solid picture of the man that had so much in his hands and acted as if the world was his playground ( little did she know, back then, the she was right on that.) she asked jinri’s description of her uncle — but her friend ( girlfriend? little messy situation? ) image of him would be colored with soft, warm tones of that tenre love that only those in our family that we wish they were our parents could be painted with; so, with a nod of her head and a pout of her bottom lip, she had taken her opinion and kept it, knowing she would have to take her own conclusions.

pearl silky dress touched the top of her thigh, and if she moved enough,they would see she had no undergarments — locks of raven hair tickling her bare back as her hips swayed from side to side, waltzing into the place as if the party was her own. partially, she was very much excited for the party itself — the anticipation buzz taking over her body and fading just as quickly, the moment a flute of champagne was in her grip; but above all, she was excited to meet him. how was it to be close to a god like im hyunmin? she dreamed of this moment, day and night.

as expected, he was more than required. diamond-like stares were directed at his way, and honey-sticky lips were plumped e very time he turned to listen to someone say something — ahin watched him, carefully, with a smile on his face and eyes ablaze — like the animal that adorned the doors of the song manor, waiting for the moment she would strike. every move of her body, every sip from her drink, every boy or girl that came to kiss on her neck — all actions were calculated, everything positioned and done so she could still keep her eyes on her big prize.

and she was going to claim him, on way or another.

her sisters had left without her — knowing their efforts would be idle, once ahin was in her habitat, drag her away was effortless. jinri insisted for them to go home together, but ahin kissed her temple and said she’s text her as soon as possible, there was still one thing she wanted to do in particular. she wasn’t good at evading, being one to love attention — but her powers never failed, and as she wished, she gave the illusion to be gone until there was only the two of them together.

the sun was going to come up soon, she could feel it in her bones. his living room was the result of his wasteland — a trashed playground, with piles of suspicious things and blood staining his perfect carpet. her eyes scanned the entire destruction, in silence, before they settled in his glorious figure. “ i think i lost my ride, ” she shrugged, nonchalant, before leaning against the door frame and crossing her legs at her ankles. “ and my earrings, too. what a shame. ”

#𝕚 𝕟 𝕥 𝕖 𝕣 𝕒 𝕔 𝕥 𝕚 𝕠 𝕟 𝕤 ╱ as if she’s trying to breathe right out of your lungs.#this is honestly so long.#ft. ╱ hyunmin.

sowonis

#𝕧 𝕚 𝕤 𝕒 𝕘 𝕖 ╱ she’s dancing around and daring you to touch her.

― comfort had a name and a last name, he also had a face. ansook was her zone, her safe harbor, her safety -- she never feared to be around him, because she knew every shade of her soul like the pal of his hand; and for that, she was thankful. ahin was thankful to have someone to whom she could be herself with. her best friend, her confident, her companion to eternity -- and, humor both, her future husband.

“ ah, i was feeling neglected by me betrothed already. ” their names were tied together so many times in every council meeting, in every dinner, that their uncertain future together had already became an inside joke between them. “ do you realize for how long i’ve been waiting you to text me back? ” she raised her eyebrows, feigned annoyance painting her features as she tapped her pen against her notebook. “ i was almost giving up on helping you. ” she tossed her hair back, giving him a a sweet, genuine smile. saved for him only. “ only you to make me do something for someone. ”

closed ↘ @bransook

#𝕚 𝕟 𝕥 𝕖 𝕣 𝕒 𝕔 𝕥 𝕚 𝕠 𝕟 𝕤 ╱ as if she’s trying to breathe right out of your lungs.#this is so short ok because my brain? dead.

ft. ╱ brhyunmin

it was all so common and yet deeply unsettling. hyunmin had went through this a thousand times. came back, had ahin come to his place and they lost themselves in each other over and over again. and yet he still managed to get excited. not exactly nervous but giddy. in a good way. the mere thought of her arrival was enough. the impending collapse of their bodies, the fire and the flood between them. a heated love plot buried underneath secrets. maybe the secrecy was part of why excitement always managed to get the best of him. the thrill of feeling like it was forbidden, a secret oblivious to the world surely fueled the desire to hold ahin in his hands again. they had their ritual. dinner at hyunmin’s, usually. she brought her necessities, usually no clothing. for one, they would be naked most of the time anyway. secondly, he showered her with gifts from europe that ranged from expensive clothing over most exquisite accessories to sweet country specific souvenirs, all carefully handpicked by himself. he always let one of his chauffeurs pick her up. my princess doesn’t walk was a sentence frequently texted before he send instructions to his driver for a time and place. after the horizontal dance of their bodies even tired two fully grown vampires out, they would order food, stuff themselves and sooner or later end up in bed again. it was perfect, it was bliss and hyun wouldn’t trade it for the world. finally, a knock on the door and hyunmin nearly leaped. he rushed out of the living room, sliding down the hallway and almost stumbled over his shoes he had left by the entrance. with a swift motion the door was opened and there was no time to lose. he pulled ahin inside right away, her small frame getting lost in his arms as he embraced her for a kiss. her perfume felt heavy in the air and he absolutely loved it, the familiar scent easing his mind. reluctantly he pulled back to give ahin a second to breathe. “hello, baby doll”, he finally greeted her properly, his hands not leaving her body. “i missed you.” / / @brahins

at times, she wanted to love him out loud. she wanted to have him park his expansive cars by the college gate while he leaned against it, waiting for her to finish her studies, waiting to pick her up and drive her away from everything. sometimes she wanted to rush to his side in public -- during formal and informal dinner, she wished she was the one to waltz in by his side, she wished to slide her hand into his and have his arms wrap around her frame. sometimes she only wanted to walk by his side around the small town they would always be trapped in -- hand in hand, kisses being stolen, words being whispered between each of those.

but then, she was a master of illusions, and she was not to believe in one she has woven to satisfy her needs of being seen. for once, ahin had to play low -- and in fears of losing him forever, she had agreed to. missing him was a torture, even though she usually didn’t spend one night alone when he wasn’t by her side, his were the touches she missed, his were where the voice she wanted to hear. his was the name she wanted to moan -- after him, she noticed, most people had became fillers. countless times she would have them only to wait hyunmin to come back.

and when he did came back, ahin couldn’t content her excitement. he usually doesn’t tell her when it’s going to happen -- his busy schedule that can be quickly modified, she had created too many false hopes already, so, instead of sighing through the corners of her house, she would wait for his text; the buzzing that also made her heart buzz. she would put herself prettily for him -- even knowing that soon her clothes would be ripped off her body, she wanted to please his eyes, she wanted to show him how beautiful his girl could be for him.

his girl. ahin smiled softly on the backseat of his car -- as if she was a teenager again, as if she had just met him once again.

she wanted to love him out loud, but loving him in secret made her heart leap on her chest at the sight of his house, made her breath stuck on her throat as she knocked on the door, made her legs tremble under her as she caught sight of him against the light, by the door. her legs quickly wrapped around his waist, arms around his neck, lips against his -- getting drunk on her favorite scent. “ hi, my love. ” she was breathless, and still, she wanted to stop breathing if that meant she would be in his arms. “ i missed you so much i thought i was going to die. ” it was a side that ahin didn’t show anybody, a softness that only hyun knew. her fingers tangled in his hair as she kissed his cheeks, and finally his lips again, whispering against them. “ was it in your plans? to make me suffer? ”

#𝕚 𝕟 𝕥 𝕖 𝕣 𝕒 𝕔 𝕥 𝕚 𝕠 𝕟 𝕤 ╱ as if she’s trying to breathe right out of your lungs.#i #i...................can't with them i am done #this is so long i am sorry

ft. ╱ ahyoungbr

❛·° closed — @brahins.

SHE LOVED HER SISTERS EQUALLY and intensely, but differently; and ahyoung knew she could only blame herself for it. when she took the responsibility of her family in the council and promised herself to always keep her sisters above all else, she gave away part of herself, and inevitably things had had to change between them. for ara and ahyoung, it had meant that walls had been built between them, each of the sisters becoming islands, finding it difficult to understand one another. however, for ahin and ahyoung it had meant bridges being built, a newfound connection between the oldest and the youngest.

she loved her sisters equally, but there were times when she only felt loved by one in return.

dinner was cooking in the kitchen, ahyoung patiently standing by the oven as ahin was seated on top of the kitchen island. the older song sister adored the time she got to spend with either of her sisters, more so when they were as peaceful and serene as this — and that was when ahyoung noticed just how little ahin had been talking ever since joining her in the kitchen. «ahin, dear,» the older spoke after a while, turning around to face her sister with a gentle smile, «is there anything bothering you ?»

― people would always believe the idea that ahin admired herself first, and loved herself first -- and people would never believe in the fact that neither of those were correct. ahin was a greedy being, flawed in so many aspects that only she dared to count in her worst moments, she was not ashamed of what she was, nor she regretted every single action that she had taken but still, she admired one person above them all.

and that one person looked flawless even when cooking dinner for her, hair pulled up on a messy bun on the top of her head, face capturing the light of the lamp, making every move of her look gracious.

ahyoung was her goddess, and she was a devout admirer of her own older sister.

with bare legs kicking the air, she took a moment to process the question ahyoung had directed at her. ahin sat in hyun’s shirt, that no one knew that belong to him, as she played with the hem of it. there was plenty of things bothering her, none of them she dared say out loud. “ not really... ” she lied, wishing her sister wouldn’t pick up on it. “ i just don’t know what i want for birthday. ”

#𝕚 𝕟 𝕥 𝕖 𝕣 𝕒 𝕔 𝕥 𝕚 𝕠 𝕟 𝕤 ╱ as if she’s trying to breathe right out of your lungs.#of course that was godmodding ahin was going to do splits on the counter top #please camilla i though u would know my characters better #IPURHGEOIRUHGI SHUT UP IT WAS PERFECT

ft. ╱ brsiwon

❛·° closed — @brahins.

SHE FELT LIKE SAFETY, COMFORT, honey-soaked melodies that hadn’t been sung yet. and yet, guilt laid heavily on his mind, weighing down the arm he had draped around her body. his body felt heavy, offering a dipping weight to the bed they had shared once again, and no matter how many times siwon told himself that it wasn’t the brightest idea the young bae had had, he seemed unable to shake it. ahin was more than a bad habit he couldn’t let go of — she was a close friend, an escape, and that softness he so rarely ever got a taste of.

it was addictive.

but his life was not beds and beautiful girls and days spent under blankets. he had duties, ones that he performed happily and without complaint, and as the night was slowly turning into morning he felt obliged to return to them — to make sure ansook and jinho were safely in their homes, to go home to his mother who was surely waiting for him. still, he did not seem able to move.

«ahin,» he whispered, a hand coming up to brush hair away from her face gently. «i should go.» and there it was again; that guilt of never being enough for both — the pressure he put on himself that amounted to nothing. he couldn’t give all he was to one person without losing part of himself in the process.

― the word ‘spoiled’ had been used, misused, too many times when to describe her. she had been ruined, she had been turned into a monster with inescapable appetite that only craved more and more and more; and when not given enough, she would raise hell in order to be granted all her whims.

she had been cursed, with a pretty face, with a beautiful body -- with words that dripped like honey and a smile that served like a trap, she was project, just like one of her illusion -- and just like her powers, she managed to wrap herself as the perfect idealism anyone would like to adhere.

anyone, but him. he was forged from fire himself, and she could feel the flames licking her sides every time he touched her -- every time he kissed her, every time he sighed on the crook of her neck.

every time she reminded that she wasn’t what he wanted.

siwon had a heart too big for him, and he would never rip her own to feast on it, like she had promptly done to many around. he would never bend her and break her, he would never ruin her intentionally -- and that was what did ruin her; how subtly he made clear that she would never be; and oblivion was the only thing that haunted her at night.

“ should go get us breakfast? i agree. ” her face turned to nuzzle against his palm, eyes still closed to not face his apologetic eyes at the lie both of them knew she was trying to make a reality. her hand came to rest on the nap of his neck, playing with his hair. “ but just stay a bit longer... ”

#𝕚 𝕟 𝕥 𝕖 𝕣 𝕒 𝕔 𝕥 𝕚 𝕠 𝕟 𝕤 ╱ as if she’s trying to breathe right out of your lungs.#this thread alone ruined me have a good night.

ft. ╱ brjinri

somehow, she did it. through endless pleas and oaths sworn on everything that was holy to her, minwoo did have mercy on his little sister and granted her permission chauffeur ahin around in his car. it might look stupid to others but for jinri it provided a mellow feeling deep within her. she didn’t mind paying the mcdrive thru a visit and paying for them both, just to do the same thing later at the starbucks drive. she could hear her bank account wheeze over the extend of ahin’s orders, yet she would never tell her to hold back. it wasn’t so much that she tried to buy her love, much rather try to show that … she cared? or something like that? whatever made ahin happy. that ‘whatever’ seemed to be jinri’s undivded attention. always and forever. reading red flags really wasn’t her strength. she quietly listened to every story, made sure to take the best pictures of her to keep her instagram aesthetic going and didn’t dare to suggest anything the other might only like half-heartedly. that was jinri’s worry when she pulled up to the coex aquarium parking garage, pulling a ticket from the machine which allowed them to enter the building. “you sure you want to go to the aquarium? we can still get out”, she said, eyes on the lookout for a free parking space to leave minwoo’s precious car behind.

― sometimes, she didn’t hate what she did. sometimes, when she was out of her own mindset, she could see the extension of her damage, the scorched way she had carved in jinri’s heart, and the till blackening point that grew for as long as she stood in her heart. ahin knew of her toxicity, but she never believed someone would stay for her for that long -- her heart healf regretted it, but her mind, greedy and hungry for everything, demanded her to shut up and accept the attention jinri poured on her like the sweetest honey she could every find.

“ why wouldn’t i want? ” her voice was soft as she suddenly asked, eyebrows raised. ahin was known for being a strict taste, picky too hard to please. but she had jinri by her side, and her mind always went to places when she had the youngest hwang there. “ unless you have a better idea... ” with a soft smile, she traced patterns on the other’s thigh, nail scrapping her skin. “ i thought it would be nice. ”

#𝕚 𝕟 𝕥 𝕖 𝕣 𝕒 𝕔 𝕥 𝕚 𝕠 𝕟 𝕤 ╱ as if she’s trying to breathe right out of your lungs.#UGH JINRI I LOVE U I AM SORRY FOR THE TRASHBAG