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@brjinri
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💃 ― jinri & taeoh.
( 💃 – dancing with them )there is a boy and he takes you to a bar around the corner.he is not quite a man, not quite a boy,
🍭 ― jinri & ahin.
( 🍭 – stroking their hair ) once the leaf tips of the mighty oak tree in front of the hwang house started fading into a gentle, yellow color, jinri knew autumn was settling in. her mother would exchange hydrangeas and dahlias for chinese bellflowers and chrysanthemums, their scent accompanying her as she carved out pumpkins to decorate the entrance stairs. the concept of halloween was still odd to jinri. she had been taught to respect the spirits, not scare them away, the liminal time when the boundaries between this world and the other opened during all hallow’s eve was nothing to fear. it was an opportunity for vampires to embrace their otherness, large gatherings of extended clans were nothing out of the unusual. the first time jinri encountered someone in a vampire costume was especially baffling to her, not being able to suppress the question ‘but what’s so scary about vampires?’
SEND A NUMBER FOR MY MUSE TO DO THE FOLLOWING:
1 ⊱ my muse makes/buys breakfast for yours.
2 ⊱ my muse drunkenly flirts with yours.
3 ⊱ my muse accidentally spills a drink on yours.
4 ⊱ my muse has to share a taxi with yours.
5 ⊱ my muse tells yours an embarrassing story.
6 ⊱ my muse greets yours after two years apart.
7 ⊱ my muse calls or visits your muse in a panic.
8 ⊱ my muse angrily shouts at yours.
9 ⊱ my muse attempts to get your muse’s attention.
10 ⊱ my muse is crying and is caught by yours.
11 ⊱ my muse accidentally walks in on yours changing.
12 ⊱ my muse doesn’t remember who your muse is.
13 ⊱ my muse asks your muse for a favor.
14 ⊱ my muse wakes up beside yours.
15 ⊱ my muse suddenly feels sick while hanging out with yours.
16 ⊱ my muse accidentally butt-dials your muse.
17 ⊱ my muse dances with yours.
18 ⊱ my muse tries on your muse’s clothing.
19 ⊱ my muse surprises your muse.
20 ⊱ my muse takes care of your inebriated muse.
TOUCH MEME
send a symbol for my muse to react to yours… (or add +reverse for my muse to touch yours)
VIOLENT 🔪 – stabbing them 👊 – punching them ✋ – slapping them in the face 👞 – kicking them 🎀 – pulling their hair
FLUFFY/FRIENDLY 🍭 – stroking their hair 🖐 – high fiving them 🤝 – holding their hand 👄– kissing them on their [place of choice] 👐 – hugging them 💅 – painting their [finger/toe] nails 🤧 – comforting them when crying 🤒 – caring for them when sick/injured 💃 – dancing with them 👗 – adjusting their clothes 👒 – brushing their hair
NSFW 👋 – spanking them on the booty 💋 – giving them an open mouth kiss 👅 – giving them a love bite on [place of choice] ✌️ – fingering them/jerking them off 💦 – eating them out 💫 – pulling their hair 🔥 – grinding against them 💧 – bathing them
Big God - Florence + The Machine
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brbogum:
brjinho:
jinho had been amazed at a transformation the warehouse had gone under to accommodate such an over the top party. although he had always heard from other vampires just how extravagant and out of control the ceo’s parties could be. he had spent some time wandering through the warehouse taking drinks as they passed on trays sipping a couple glasses, and downing a couple. he had been invited to a party before but hadn’t attended in the past. now he realizes maybe he should have sooner.
when he spots the younger hwang sibling his eyes light up, he knows it goes against the etiquette to lift his mask to reveal his identity to party goers but seeing her he had wanted to spend some time with jinri. ara had always spoken so highly of her, and after they spent some time at the last even together he was happy to be back in her company, he follows her laughing easily. “what can i say i am really surprised at just how outrageous this event is.” jinho nods once they are near the walls of the warehouse away from curious eyes, although he had noticed other vampires and possibly humans doing far worse in comparison to them.
he takes the cigarette from jinri taking a hit a bit easier this time around, coughing a bit but not as terribly as his first time. “i had only heard about these parties, i never thought i would come to one but you know… ara wouldn’t let me say no so here i am.” he confesses holding the cigarette between his fingers before extending his hand to hand it back to jinri.
how repulsive. there’s a gooey substance underneath his shoe, white of nature but the origins unknown. bogum doesn’t have a handkerchief to remove it, and it’s been bothering him for at least five minutes and thirty-six seconds. he’d almost called his wife over to let her know he’d be taking his leave, not wishing to be in this sticky situation any longer, but she’d gone off to entertain a few of the other guests. it’s at times like these that he’d wish she didn’t have the hold over him that she does; but he hates to disappoint her, her smile one of the few things that brightens his mood. when the invitation had arrived, his answer had been a swift no, not even bothering to look up from his papers. there’s no reason for the head of the council to dress up. but she’d convinced him, as only hyekyung knew how to do, and here he was: most likely standing in bird shit, because this warehouse is disgusting.
distractedly, he witnesses someone in a rather familiar outfit pull along someone who’s apparently lost their shirt. it doesn’t take him to long to realize that the dress looks familiar because he’d seen it earlier that day. on his daughter. what is this…? a frown marring his features, he follows the pair out of mild curiosity. though he knows of his daughter and her troublesome ways, he’d expected her to set a good example at her (ugh) uncle’s event to preserve the hwang name, so when he sees the cigarette being passed between the pair, and who the fellow without his shirt is, bogum’s irritation grows irate. she’s smoking with the cha heir— “hwang jinri,” he calls her by her full name in a tone that implies he’d rather she not have it at all. the look he shoots towards her companion is even dirtier. “what’s the meaning of this?”
"good of her!" jinri praised her best friend, glad about the older girl's influence to be able to drag jinho here. "you seriously missed out. one time after he had been gone for a year he had an entire zoo in the backyard of some massive manor. peacocks all over the place, there was a zebra. it was insane." it was no mistake that the reminiscence of the event fell short, jinri vaguely remembered being more than drunk despite hyun's eager orders to keep her safe. she hated that word. it felt like only jinho didn't handle her with kid gloves which was the most refreshing change she had experienced in a long time. happily accepting the return of the cigarette her train of thought got interrupted by a voice that was horrifyingly familiar. so familiar it made her flinch. everything about it was terrifying. the tone, the choice of words, the heavy vibrations that indicate an impending storm. she turns around only to lay eyes onto the outfit she had seen on her father earlier today. her mouth went dry, her forehead broke out into cold sweat. this would be the end of her and she could feel it with every fiber of her being. she couldn't even pinpoint what was worse - to be with jinho or to be smoking. without a word she flicked the cigarette onto the ground, crushing it under her shoes. she didn't dare to look up, not at jinho and certainly not at her father. her eyes remained pinned to her shoes, head hanging low. her hands folded behind her back, fingers intertwining as if she was awaiting direct punishment here and then. "i'm sorry," was all she could say, her voice somewhere in between firmness and being a mere mumble, not daring to raise nor lower it.
sowonbr:
“you are beautiful.” sowon says immediately. like she did not need any research or second clarification. and she didn’t. beautiful jinri was. a gorgeous girl, with a smile that brightens a room. but a pearl that saw itself rusty. at that, arms tighten just barley around the younger’s waist. a silent reassurance her words were honest. sowon holds back on the next batch of drinks, feeling her loss of control. this night was supposed to be for the pretty lady before her, and the human should keep some composure to make sure that happens.
she then glances down at the feeling of intertwined fingers. her sliver rings clashing against jinri’s soft hands as a smile paints her lips. ignorant to the lack of confidence, sowon was someone that enjoyed loosing herself in music. so jinri’s offer was more than satisfying as she nods. “im following” she says, excited. abandoning her spot on the stool, sowon follows, taking steps towards jinri before she moves in front and leads the young girl into the crowd. the female stops only once they reach the middle. their small bodies being engulfed by strangers around them as she pulls jinri right close to her.
a smile and a stare as sowon is ready to drown into the music. “lets see your moves,” she yells above the chosen song as she falls into its beat, herself.
the feeling that had possessed jinri earlier returned. to get lost in the music, eyes closed. the bass made her bones vibrate, the pungent disco lights flashing through her closed eyelids, getting lost in between the foreign bodies of strangers, the familiary and alienness of it all, shallow and dark, within and without. sowon didn't have to repeat prompt. without another word jinri gave herself to the music, hips swaying to whatever song was playing right now. she couldn't even tell. all she knew was that she was drunk, on the dance floor and that sowon was in front of her. sowon, the only one who showed an ounce of care for the young hwang outside of her family ( ara was baically considered family at this point ). the only one who didn't ridicule her, who took her worries seriously, who listened without opposing, who discussed without overriding her. sometimes jinri felt bad, she wasn't used to people who treated her with such an earnest heart and jinri wondered how the other hadn't given that heart to anyone yet. maybe it was a broad hint. she was bad at picking those up. she shuffled closer to the her, hands wrapping around the other's slim waist to eliminate any distance between them. the crave to create proximity was suddenly so overwhelming, it made her chest sting. she wanted to feel sowon's hands on her waist like she just did mere seconds ago. "you know what?" jinri said, leaning in close to her ear to be audible over the loud music. "we are undeniably the hottest here tonight." she pulled back, a bright smile on her face over the self-confident conclusion she had just drawn.
hyekyungbr:
perhaps only those without selective sight, or those that make home in her unreadable mind could see how she tries. with jinri, the most. their relationship toxin in some angles, but something shes desperate to fight for. jinri doesnt know. wouldn’t know. but to hyekyung she was a gem. her baby a blessing she just never admits to. unfortunate hyekyung was never good with expressing herself. a mistake she should have learned from her past. “i could surely give you a list,” she replies. and again, she’s back on her usual route. her coldness wrapping each word.
the mother does not move. perhaps its an act to watch the disobedient daughter, or the works of her unconscious mind to hold onto a few more seconds with jinri before she disappears from her sight. but equally unaware of the teacup, hyekyung watches as it shatters beneath them. theres a tinge of annoyance as she comes to understand it was one of her favorable designs. more, when she wants to complain about jinri’s clumsiness but before it all, comes out her mother characteristics. “be careful,” she warns. hyekyung ignores the apology, finding the lack of sincerity within it as she moves closer to the counter. “ill pick up the pieces. it wouldn’t be nice if you head to class with bandages.” hyekyung informs. its a double meaning: firstly, an attack to her daughter’s possible lack of coordination if she were to pick up the glass, but also a hidden worry that she did not want jinri to get hurt.
she then crouches to retrieve the bigger shards. it would be a disaster if anyone were to step on them and a sigh draws her breath. “finish cleaning and head off to school.” she suddenly becomes tired. perhaps they can try again another time. when things were less disastrous and people were less moody.
the icy tone in her mother's voice was nothing new. it was the usual nature of the atmosphere between them, so cool you could grasp the tension in the air. the tone wasn't what bugged her but once again it was her mother's dismissal of jinri and her capabilities. if minwoo had broken a tea cup ( which, of course, he never would, the oh so impeccable heir! ) she would have watched him pick up the shards with a motherly warmth jinri could only dream of. probably compliment the movement with which she operated the broom, praise the way he would drop the remnants of the broken cup into the garbage. minwoo, minwoo, minwoo. fuck minwoo! what others would characterize as a cautionary measure, jinri took as a direct attack. she was convinced of her mother's actual ulterior motive when she kneeled down to get rid of the mess instead of jinri doing it. she knew her mother, knew that the hwang could poke the bear without every looking like she did. and it drove her mad. above all the things she had to endure on this morning, this brought her to the brink of the abyss called rage. it was impossible to contain herself. her mother would get what she wanted. "can you let me do one, just one fucking thing without criticizing me? i can't drink through a straw in peace, i am not allowed to pick up a few shards. what the fuck am i even allowed to do in this shithole of a house? why don't you just get fucking rid of me? clearly that's what you want!" she didn't care if her yelling woke up her brother or father, she wondered if at this point they could even increase her anger. she sure felt like at the peak of her misery.
brjinho:
jinho watches as jinri points a shaking finger at him, and all he could gather was perhaps she was in agreement with his statement that someone had tampered with her drinks inside of the bar. he just hoped for his sake minwoo wasn’t taking her indication to mean that he was the one to commit such a heinous act. he grew more concerned with jinri still vomiting the contents of her stomach out into this alley. he throws a glance at minwoo. “from what i can gather and judging by your sisters state, i believe that is what happened. if that’s the case all we can do is let whatever the symptoms she’s experience ride out, and well.. i half a mind to go in there and find whoever did this.” jinho says lowly.
although his interactions with jinri had always been more on the casual side it didn’t change that she was an innocent person just trying to have fun, and no one should have ever had even attempted to take advantage of her. however he knew how minwoo could be, surely he wasn’t thrilled that jinho was even here at all, let alone having him tag along to probably deliver a far worse punishment to this person for even trying to lay a finger on jinri.
minwoo stood there, in silent and troubled contemplation, wondering when would jinri’s superior body functions metabolize the suspected drug. although, he assumed that she would end up forcefully expelling it from her stomach. it was difficult to predict the duration of the symptoms without knowing what substance his sister had been exposed to. not to mention that vampires and humans experienced different physiological effects. at this point, maybe it would be impossible to hide the issue from their parents, but he decided to advocate for his sibling given the possible identity of the offender, on which the trio seemed to (surprisingly) agree — judging by jinri’s gesture, jinho’s words and his own prejudice.
❝i will find that person for sure,❞ he said in an asserted tone of voice, half-masking the consensus. while minwoo had only considered himself, he could tell jinho was ready to tag along. maybe, for the first time in his existence, the pureblood would prove himself useful instead of resulting in a hindrance. the eldest hwang did not make exceptions in terms of resources to locate the culprit. whatever penalty they were to receive was up to minwoo’s imagination and viciousness. under the family first statue, the price to pay for even thinking about going after jinri was high. they only had to wait for her to get better.
trying to split her energy between remaining at least an ounce of her composure and fighting whatever hellbound thing was getting the best of her body tired jinri out like nothing else she had ever previously experienced. she closed her eyes, remaining shut for a few seconds while she was waiting for the next wave of nausea to hit her. her hand found its way back into her hair, grabbing a fistful just to be sure. the feeling of pure distrust in her own body surely was one she could live without forever and didn't even wish onto her worst enemies. this gap inbetween retching seemed to last longer than before, it granted her the opportunity to straighten herself and wipe her mouth with her sleeve before she turned around to the unlikely match of men watching her. "i didn't even have an entire drink, minwoo, i swear," she said truthfully, her voice nothing but a tremble in the night air. "i don't know what happened, i just-" her voice broke off, tears getting the best of her as she couldn't hold back a sob. the sleeve that wasn't abused as her napkin covered her eyes, trying to catch the tears with her hem. "jinho stumbled over me just like that. i want to go home, minwoo." her inability in controlling the shakiness of her voice made her feel like a child, like that one time minwoo tried to teach her how to ride a bicyle and she fell, trying and feeling the urge to just be home. every ounce of her party mood had diminished long ago.
when my parents get mad at me for traits they have
brminwoo:
[ kkt → hwang jinri ] but is it really one? [ kkt → hwang jinri ] i smell nuggets every week too [ kkt → hwang jinri ] crash? [ kkt → hwang jinri ] you should look for a car of your own
( kkt — oppa 🙄❤️ ) CAN YOU DROP THE CAKE TOPIC ALREADY ( kkt — oppa 🙄❤️ ) thanks ( kkt — oppa 🙄❤️ ) wow ok ( kkt — oppa 🙄❤️ ) so you’re just gonna pretend like uncle hyun didn’t gift you the car? ( kkt — oppa 🙄❤️ ) act like you WORKED for it? ( kkt — oppa 🙄❤️ ) that’s bold
it was odd to stand outside when inside the warehouse family, friends and strangers alike were heavily indulging in the hedonistic paradise that the place was just for that night. the thrill of the night got sucked out of her within moments, her joy brought to ruins. in her humble view, it was beyond unfair, of course. at home, her mother and father already ruled with an iron fist. prepared the words she had to recite when she represented the house, dressed her up like she was still a child, held lectures like it was their calling. and yet, they had the audacity to invade hyun's party, clearly a place two freaking old people had no business to be at. as odd as it sounded, it was a safe place for her. she knew her uncle always had a watchful eye on her during those occasion or had lackeys to make sure she was fine. it was her opportunity to indulge in the pleasures of life without worries and her father had the nerve to destroy that. like he did everything else. like iron hands picking up a flower. ultimately, they would crush it. she pulled the mask off of her face, quiet sniffs escaping her as she threw it onto the cobblestone ground. without any care for the elaborate dress she was wearing, she lowered herself onto the ground. angling her legs she pulled her knees close to her, wrapping her arms around them before letting her head hang, energy leaving her body. where the fuck was ara? sowon? hyun? anyone in this godforsaken town that would listen to her, anyone she could pour her soul out to. tears started obscuring her vision and a sob overcame her body, so powerful she didn't hear someone else exiting the building behind her. / / @brsong
excited giggles accompanied jinri as she pulled the oldest cha through the crowd. poor him. he had gotten himself into yet another troublesome night when he probably only carried the purest intentions. jinri had taken off her mask for a mere second, feeling her makeup becoming runny under the fabric and the hot party lights dangling from the ceiling as she danced the night away. she had only odd looks for the tall figure that tapped her shoulder, not recognizing who was standing before her under the extravagant outfit. when the stranger granted her a glance under the mask, excitement was tough to contain. jinho, exactly the person she had been looking for. without another word she had gotten ahold of him. with their last encounter at a social event in mind, jinho probably knew what was about to happen. the naked brick walls of the warehouse backyard gifted them the perfect protection from curious eyes. quickly rummaging around in her clutch, jinri pulled out the usual desired suspect of the night, this time already perfectly rolled and ready to use. "cannot withstand the thrill, hm?" she said playfully, putting the cigarette between her lips and inhaling to support the lighter's ignition. "i don't blame you. promise." she filled her lungs with a salvaging deep inhale, fully embracing the blend of previously ingested alcohol and now the hit of the drug. "aren't those parties the absolutely sickest thing? how does he do it everytime?" jinri said, admiring her uncle's endless skill of throwing together such events before handing jinho the cigarette. / / @brjinho & @brbogum
MICHELLE K. X MOON PATROL
Four Rhythms(2014);
Red Riding Hood (2017), digital collage
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