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Well what is this, that I can’t see? With ice cold hands taking hold of me. When God is gone and the Devil takes hold. Who’ll have mercy on my soul? O Death, O Death, consider my age. Please don’t take me at this stage.
O, Death. O Death. Won’t you spare me over ‘til another year…?
To Sunmi’s credit, though she had initiated the flirting with her piss-poor self control, she bit her bottom lip to make her smile less obvious, and she looked away so she wouldn’t have to look at his (could-tempt-anyone-into-kissing-his-stupid-face) smile.
Her eyebrows quirked up at his lame defense, looking at him out of the corner of her eye. “You think I have?” she asked, a soft laugh following because she wasn’t actually judging or criticizing. She whipped her head in his direction, fixing him with a playful look of warning. “Don’t you dare, or you’ll become the official pack mule of the trip when we have to go out to get more. Besides,” and here she paused to lean back against her seat, tensing slightly as the lift coincidentally(?) creaked, “Sohee is bringing more, so hopefully if we can just get someone to distract you and Chanyeol long enough, you two won’t eat us out of house and home.”
She wrinkled her nose at his teasing, waving a hand up to bat away his, though a moment too late–she ended up missing entirely. “Stop,” she whined. “Look, Yoobin and I’s first instinct was a summer beach trip. She really wanted to see you with your shirt off.” Sunmi licked her lips, because that actually hadn’t been Yoobin’s idea–it’d been hers. But she wouldn’t–shouldn’t–admit that, so the next best option was to steer him into thinking of Yoobin as a possible love interest, right? She stood up as the lift began to slow to a stop at the station. “But the prices were crazy. It’d take a whole other year for any of us to be able to afford just the beach house alone. And this place was renting for crazy cheap. Seriously, when you see it, you’re not gonna believe how lucky we got finding this place. It’s freakin’ huge!”
She frowned as he headed off the lift with all of the groceries. “Wait, Jongin–” As he chided her, Sunmi stuck her tongue out at him, hurrying over to catch up. “Fine then. I was gonna help you carry those, but I guess I shouldn’t, being so clumsy and all.” Sunmi skipped ahead of him, pivoting around to beckon him with a few crooks of her index finger. “C’mon, you big strong man, you.” She laughed, the breath coming out in little puffs of condensation around her face as she turned. Sunmi took out her phone again, opening KakaoTalk, and hummed thoughtfully. “They must be driving or their phones died or something, because no one’s replying to me.”
Sunmi began to lead the way, head tipped down to look at her phone as she typed out a message to Yoobin in their private conversation: Jongin’s here, so where are you? There was a sudden sound–bushes rustling? Tree branches?–and Sunmi jumped, head jerking left, up, right, until she finally caught movement to their right. The low-sitting branches of some fir trees were still moving from whatever animal had been there, but nothing came out. She slowly exhaled a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding, looking over her shoulder at Jongin. “We scared Bambi, I think.” Even though she really was convinced it must have been a skittish deer, she stayed in place to wait for Jongin to catch up, wanting to walk next to him for comfort.
“oh, yeah, sure, it was only yoobin who wanted to see me shirtless, huh?” he snorted, the tone of his voice playful as one would only expect of someone with a concerning level of immaturity. he tossed that subject out the proverbial window quickly, though, because yoobin wasn’t a topic he was particularly interested in. it wasn’t her peeping eyes or undivided attention he craved, after all. “if money was the issue, i would have paid more-- i mean, if i knew i was going to be the official pack mule of this trip, i would have reconsidered my invitation,” he heaved, the thinning supply of oxygen at this elevation making the perilous trip up the mountainside that much more exhausting. there was a man-made trail somewhere beneath the icy clumps of mud and dead foliage; alas, the key word was somewhere, just not beneath jongin’s stumbling feet.
at this point, he had every right to complain, but he didn’t, and miserably trudged behind sunmi with his gaze fixed to her feet ahead of him. when she paused in her tracks, he nearly collided into her with his armfuls of groceries, the sudden halt toppling some oranges out of the soggy bag draped lazily over his shoulder. a few oranges were petty sacrifices! collateral damage! jongin was secretly relieved that sunmi hadn’t caught wind of his accident yet, not that she could salvage them as they tumbled down the snowy hill.
with just four ounces lifted from his burden, he caught up to sunmi with a few hasty steps in slush-filled shoes not fit for the weather. if not muscle aches, he would have been fortunate not to have frostbite on his toes by the end of this trip. “ah, well, chanyeol never replies,” he reassured her, casually dismissive of his friend’s very common habits when it came to communication, or lack thereof. “you’ll see him before you get a text back.” that much wasn’t an effort at putting her worries to rest but the truth. he couldn’t speak on behalf of the others, though. he expected sohee of all people to be the most organized of them all and even be the first to micromanage the group’s supplies and attendance at the top of the hill. but when they arrived, not a single member of their travel group received them.
the lodge was “freakin’ huge” as sunmi had accurately described, but it was also ominous, creepy, and had about it a foreboding aura that jongin disliked already. he would have signed up to sleep outside with the bears and squirrels in a heartbeat if he had been notified earlier that this was what their home for the night would look like. sleep in some haunted cabin convenient for an axe murderer to pick them off, one by one? no way.
if the shitty state of their shelter wasn’t enough to have jongin reconsider, that fucking noise was. “what the shit!” he exclaimed in surprise, more so in response to sunmi’s reaction than the actual sound. so, there were wild animals, no big deal, a bunch of furry critters in the woods weren’t such odd things to happen by. “i swear to fucking god, i’ll punch bambi in the face if he pulls that shit one more time,” he muttered, exhaling loudly as he dumped--really just poured--all their groceries on the front porch of the lodge. he collapsed on the first step for a while, catching his breath, before he scanned their vicinity for some sort of ancient generator sohee had mentioned to him via message before they had arrived.
“all right, so, as if we’re not doing all the work around here anyway, we should go ahead and look for that generator thing-a-ma-bob,” he wiped his hands damp with condensation from the produce bags and stood up. “we don’t wanna be without electricity when the axe murderer comes a knockin’.”
Once I stop caring you’re not getting it back. I’ll be cold as ice, I promise.
You get what you deserve Apr 3, 2015 (via xxwoobin)
someone give me a purely platonic relationship where they’re best friends and they just go do random shit together. Go to 7/11 and buy slurpees at 2 in the morning, sneak into a movie theatre and throw popcorn at the screen, drive around and sing along to whatever’s on the radio, help the other sneak out of detention, drink together but not actually sleep together. Actually complain to them about their lovelifes and the other just laughing at their faces but gives them advices later. PLS. Someone. LETS BE BFFFLZIES
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a dumb grin scribbled over his plush lips as if a child had doodled on his face with a permanent marker when she shoved his forearm, the subtle, playful gesture instantly translated as an invitation to flirt. jongin had never been the type of person to pussyfoot around the women he genuinely liked, but sunmi was an exception to jongin’s general rule for wooing gals. for her, he tried a bit harder, which usually involved him being wittier with his methods of flirtation and certainly less vulgar than he was with other women. with sunmi, he flirted innocently, which--to his impatience sometimes--took a lot longer than it would have to charm a lady with bolder, but cruder advances. he gave her forearm a harmless nudge in return and did nothing more but smile boyishly in his seat.
“well, i’ve never had to pack for six people before,” he nodded and crossed both arms over his chest, legs obnoxiously spread apart to make his “manly” impression more convincing. “i’m pretty sure i could eat everything you brought in one day.” perhaps half a day if he was feeling particularly famished that afternoon. he swayed a bit as the lift started with a disturbing crank of its gears, trying not to mind the questionable way it chugged along like it could stop and suspend them in midair forever. so, sunmi wasn’t the only one imagining the worst possible scenario, but he’d rather be caught dead than have her discover his very real fear of heights. “why this rickety old shithole, anyways?” he asked, twisting his expression into a scowl of disdain. “why not some nice, four-star cabin up in a touristy resort? who knows what could happen on a creepy place like this! bears? yetis? serial killers?”
he wiggled his fingers in front of sunmi’s face. “or maybe one of us might get cabin fever and turn into a psychotic killer that beheads us one by one with a dull axe,” he exclaimed, drawing an imaginary line across his throat. ten seconds ago, his motive for fabricating these horror stories was to scare her, but he was slowly, but surely starting to frighten himself as the lift escalated towards the mountain and the sky darkened.
jongin had seen the place from the foot of the mountain when it was only three in the afternoon, but now that the sun was setting, it really looked like the ideal spot for murder. everything was quiet--too quiet--and morbidly unsettling. he didn’t allow the crippling thought to simmer any longer than it had when the lift came to an abrupt halt at the end of the cable line. “no problem, miss,” he bragged again, hiding the embarrassing fact that his palms were sweaty from the whole ride up. “aren’t you super glad i tagged along?” sure, he was doing her bidding like a whipped bitch but jongin was easy to please as long as compliments were involved. he scooped up the bags of groceries and held them all in this time, then waddled off of the lift. “but, where are the others, anyway?” he huffed. “they better be coming up quick, it’s getting pretty dark out here and i’m hungry as shit.”
he glanced behind his shoulder at her, clicking his tongue to catch her attention. “hey, stay where i can see you. might slip, being as clumsy as you are.”
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the funny thing was that jail wasn’t the worst of his fears, nor the one that stood prominently on the forefront of his thoughts. it was the aftershock of having committed murder with his own two hands that traumatized him the worst, and having no other security but in joon’s welcoming arms. for now, hiding in the older male’s embrace whisked him from the vivid and torturous memory of killing his own father in cold blood. nobody--not even the most ruthless murderer--could forget an intense moment like that.
he clutched onto joon’s shirt, half sorry he was staining it with blood and half relieved to hear that the other male was attempting, at least, to sound as reserved as he probably wasn’t. it was the type of calm he needed before a storm, or, in this case, the eerie, but comforting silence after a maelstrom. “it was awful,” he blinked away tears, pupils flickering from left to right as he remembered it all the details, down to the last, blood-curling shriek. “his blood--it was everywhere, oh god... oh god...”
even if jongin hadn’t killed his father out of passionate spite for the man, the bloody scene he had left behind told a different story. there were dried splatter marks on jongin’s face, his knuckles also crusted with crimson that he felt would never wash away. but, what haunted jongin weren’t the gruesome residues left on his person but the brief flashes of memories that plagued his mind. he knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep that night.
“you don’t... you’re not scared of me?” he asked incredulously.
I love you Not only for what you are, But for what I am When I am with you.
Roy Croft, “Love” (via wordsnquotes)
how to save a life
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in the back of his mind, he was surprised that the stranger rushed to his aide. as an active member of the police force, he knew how passive people turned when spectating a dramatic situation, and a part of him couldn’t blame them for choosing a safer role in the grand scheme of things. usually, an accident would happen and pedestrians would be busier snapping photos on their cellphones than physically involving themselves. this, fortunately, was not the case for the brave young man(?) that assisted his rescue.
“she’s losing a lot of blood-- ma’am, please, stay with us,” he snapped his fingers to recall her to full consciousness, moving her into the stranger’s arms. he had been in this situation many times, although he could never quite get used to the numbing shock of witnessing the life drain from somebody’s eyes, nor the utter helplessness of feeling responsible.
with fingers caked in inky blood, he pressed his boss’s number just to avoid the automated message that would play if the emergency hotline was backed up. never had he thought he would be this ecstatic to hear the old man’s voice on the other end. “boss!” he piped up, the hotblooded urgency laced in his tone of voice. “we’re on the corner street of 305 myeongdong street, south of the purugio apartments-- there was a lady here that got mugged by an armed robber. she needs medical help, now.” he took a sharp intake of breath, followed by a slow exhale to steady his pounding heart.
“i don’t think she’ll make it, hurry,” he concluded before he ended the call. he knelt by the woman’s side, resting a finger beneath her nostrils to feel the warm wisp of her breath that curled against it. she was alive, but barely so. “i could have sworn she was bleeding to hell and back,” he frowned, surprised by her rapid recovery, although he figured it wasn’t something to question. “good job. can you sit tight here until the medics arrive?”
kawaii jongin lookin’ cute with his little flower..
⊱ walking shadow. ⊰
jongin was no knight in shining armor; he was often the random bystander always in the wrong place at the wrong time. it was quite fitting of his karma to wind up in this thorny situation with the title of rapist or serial killer pinned on his back simply for walking in the same direction as the paranoid woman. misunderstanding or not, this happened more often than he could count, but this time, her demeanor was... different.
despite being reassured that he wasn’t a threat, she looked awfully troubled as if there was something or someone else still preying on her in the shadows. the common case involving a pretty female being stalked by some low-life, middle-aged man was worth filing a civil report on, but her problem--whatever it was--felt like it was on a grander scale. for her to be so terrified of telling him, a cop, what exactly she feared, had to mean that somebody had traumatized her before, and that somebody was still out there.
a crazy ex-boyfriend, perhaps? those cases were common with the occasional variant of an ex-girlfriend being the psychopath. whoever he was, jongin knew enough to deduce that this woman wasn’t in the healthiest state of mind to walk herself home without some sort of escort. maybe there was some murderous stalker out for her, or maybe he was falling helplessly for the scheming ruse of a damsel in distress.
“look, um, lady--” he said, slipping his wallet into his jeans again. “you don’t need to tell me anything about... him, but i’m not letting you walk home alone. since you won’t let me walk you home, i’ll call the police for you.”
he pulled his phone out this time, thumbs pressing in one of his co-worker’s digits rather than the generic emergency hotline. “i hope you filed a restraining order for this guy; he sounds like a real gentleman.”
[ ] Hello, I know this is weird but uhm, can you give me some writing tips. I really like the way you write so I hope you don't mind.
ooc — omfg thank you for this, even if i don’t think my writing is all that great compared to the writing of the seventy or so people that i follow, including yours! i’d say to keep practicing. i’ve been roleplaying for about ten years on neopets, gaiaonline, then tumblr… and wrote a couple of fanfictions, too. write as often as you can with other writers, preferably those who write in a different style than you so you can emulate some of the most redeeming qualities of their writing. that’s… pretty much it. i’m terrible at giving advice, but i’m really happy you sent this, anon!
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breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breath-- vomit.
as soon as his weight lost its momentum and hurled inside, what little was stored inside his guts practically flung out of his mouth and onto joon’s pristine carpet. his stomach knotted painfully despite there being nothing but bile and water to squeeze out of his malnourished body, yet he dry heaved some more until his senses finally came to. if he hadn’t been curling his blood-crusted hands as tightly as he had into joon’s shirt, he probably would have succumbed too easily to the dizzy spell and fainted.
“hyung, i--” he choked on his own saliva, so riddled with fear that all he could do was press himself against the older male’s torso with all the strength he had left to muster up. tears were a luxury at this point; a static, single emotion would have helped to ease jongin’s frazzled nerves, but he was braving a whirlwind of emotions at once, making it impossible to decide if he was scared, angry, concerned, or grieving. what he felt was a sudden emptiness, like everything that kept him functional as a human being was offline and he was left in the pitch blackness of uncertainty and anxiety.
that was what he felt for a while before some of it subsided and he was able to meet joon’s gaze, temporarily forgetting that the other male was there while jongin broke down. “i...” the roof of his mouth felt like sandpaper against his tongue. “i... killed my dad, hyung-- i stabbed him, i-- i didn’t mean to, i was trying to protect jinsol, he was--” he was stuttering and drooling now, his jaws locked by fear of being turned away.
he clutched onto joon tighter. “he was going to kill her, hyung!” he blubbered louder than he should have, all at once feeling the same blinding rage that drove the blade of the murder weapon deep into his father’s heart in the first place. but, it was obvious she wasn’t the only victim of his drug-induced attacks, as jongin’s own face was littered with bruises and cuts.
