cherubic.

han sunhwa / 22 -- journalist.undoubtedly human in every way. ❝the astonishing purity of pain, how it will not be mixed with any other sensation.❞

[exsabxsunhwa]

scarecrow, -- ✧

[ddxtiffany-blog]

The motion was abrupt and a gasp ripped from her throat, knitting her brows together as the smell of iron rushed to her nostrils and her eyes flashed to the expanse of the womans neck. She stumbled back and pressed the back of her hand against her forehead and rolled her eyes back, her other hand fanning hersef. “Aigo     ” Pressing the hand to her chest and curling it into a loose fist.

"Y-you startled me.. " Tears pricked at her eyes as she blinked a couple times to allow tears to fall from her ducts, sniffling as her bottom lip jutt  out into a pout. Wiping them away with the flick of her finger. 

[exsabxsunhwa]

(; sunhwa blinks, an awkward expression shifting across her features. her teeth nibble at her lip, frowning at the sight of the girl's reaction. she pales -- her hands lifting up as she stutters over her words.) i'm -- i'm so sorry! please don't cry, i didn't -- 

(; she swallows again, bringing her hands to her chest as she attempts to find words to appease the situation. she lets out a shaky breath, leaning her head forward idly as she offers what she hopes to be a sorry smile.) i'm really sorry! i didn't hurt you, right? i hope not... (; she frowns, a look of discomfort hitting her features.)

[exsabxsunhwa]

naïve, -- ✧

[rcbelace]

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[exsabxsunhwa]

sunhwa isn't a doctor. to be honest -- she's been in and out of hospitals since her mom was taken away. for checkups on her body and mental health to make sure she had been okay. she isn't a doctor or a nurse or anything like that -- so she expects nothing when the girl enters. she looks young -- younger than qri, with youthful features that sunhwa is jealous of. 

the thought makes her frown, and unconsciously, her fingers press against the edges of her wound. her stare flickers down to the injury, noting the blood that begins to pepper and ooze out of it. she swallows -- and the stench of copper and rust is there. 

she nods her head, offering a small shy smile. her eyes disappear with the movement of her lips. "it's nice to meet you doctor lee."

she listens to the girl speak, blinking slowly as she takes in the information. her brow furrows, eyes flickering down to her arm curiously. she lifts up the limb to inspect it, wincing slightly form the pain as it stretches her skin. she's loosely listening to the other, too entranced in the edges of the wound, before her attention snaps back to the other.

"i --- what?" she blinks, dumbly; her mouth parts and and closes, thwarted. she doesn't know how to respond, but after a moment she manages a few words. "does...does that even exist?"

she stares down at her wound, lips jutting out into a pout, before she squints -- turning her stare back to the female. "it's not even close to my nail. i'm really confused."

qri had treated wounds like this before. from sunhwa's lack of interest and attention -- and it had never been something so...out there before.

"are you -- are you really a doctor?"

[exsabxsunhwa]

everybody talks, -- ✧

[ynggukks-blog-deactivated201702]

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[exsabxsunhwa]

she loves her job. that's a fact in itself, and if anyone were to be questioned about it, they would laugh and agree. sunhwa puts her job first and foremost -- and her interviews are prompt; her articles are always sent in on time and in pristine condition. 

bang yongguk's writing is something that sunhwa has read on her previous article, and her previous interaction with him; she enjoys his perspective, and the subject area. though supernatural ideals has never been somethign she quite understood -- nor really paid any mind too, it's still beautiful in itself. it provokes her to think, and that's something in itself that sunhwa enjoys.

her fingers flex around the sheets of her paper, teeth nibbling at her lip as she listens to him speak. her lips purse in thought, and she perks up. her smile is wide and free -- bright and too young and naive. she nods her head excitedly, shifting in place. never one to sit still for too long -- sunhwa sways in place. "ah, that's good! i'm really glad."

she laughs at his words, cheeks tinging pink as a sheepish smile stretches across her face. she shifts again, trailing her eyes over his features, flickering to their surroundings briefly as she gathers her thoughts; she directs her attention back once more. 

"well, i did. and the article did quite well! so well -- that's why i'm here, actually." her teeth bite at her lip once, and then she's perking up again -- offering another wide grin. "it did so well, i'm supposed to do a follow up! awesome, right? haha. so uh, what do you say?"

she leans forward, pressing her papers closer to her face, blinking rapidly at him. "would you mind my pestering for a teeny tiny bit longer?"

[exsabxsunhwa]

Nightmare

Nightmare: I’ll write my character having a nightmare about yours, or vice versa.

she’s running — but she’s not sure where she’s going.

her legs are aching — side hurting, and she doesn’t want to look back. she doesn’t know what’s behind her, but she feels eyes on her; it makes her skin crawl, a whimper escaping her as she urges herself to run.

"don’t turn back," she tells her self, wheezing form the pressure on her lungs. "just don’t to it han sunhwa."

but sunhwa is sunhwa — and she forgets things moments after she says them. it’s minutes or seconds of running, before she flickers her stare back.

— and then she screams, because hiro’s face is much too close, and she looks as if she were animatronic; metal — with joints and wires and eyes that are too wide and frightening. it makes her heart jolt, tears stinging her eyes. her feet stumble, and she falls to the ground, another cry escaping her as she hits the ground. 

scrambling to the side, she turns her head over, and stares at the animatronic hiro’s smile — watches as her neck twitches and hums. a machine, a device; too sinister and frightening and sunhwa is about to sob.

"what’s wrong unnie?" her voice crackles and sounds too monotone — too robotic. it makes her skin crawl and sunhwa attempts to to move away, but the machine hiro mirror bends, and she stiffens at the creaks of metal joints. "are you scar—-scar—-are you scared."

it stutters and repeats, and the neck twitches even more. sunhwa whimpers, and after a minute, when the pressure and the voice gets too much — she screams again.

[exsabxsunhwa]

please like this post to plot with sunhwa for the event!

[exsabxsunhwa]

naïve, -- ✧

she really should learn to be more careful.

she frowns at the laceration along her arm, turning the limb over to inspect the swelling. it's bloodied, stretched at the edges -- from sunhwa's curious nails. she frowns at it, dropping it down on her lap as she looks around the room. 

qri isn't here -- so the next available doctor is who she sees. she pouts at the idea, used to the woman doting on her every wound and injury, but she shakes her head and flickers her stare to the ground.

she waits minutes, moments -- because doctors are busy people and her tiny little cut shouldn't be much of an importance to him. her teeth worry at her lip, and she leans against the wall behind the hospital bench, humming to herself. she shuts her eyes for a moment, with intentions of dozing off -- but she jolts as she hears curtains being opened; her eyes get wide, sitting up straight. she holds her arm to her lap, tilting her head to the side as she offers a smile.

"h-hi," she stutters out, her smile turning sheepish as she holds up her arm. "i -- uh, have a cut."

[exsabxsunhwa]

childlike, -- ✧ himchan x sunhwa

[sabxchan-deactivated20150227]

( ` himchan gazes at those passing by his stall, eyes searching deep within their souls; he tries not to draw too much attention to himself. after all, he has gotten into trouble for staring before. sometimes the humans, especially the males, think that he’s staring at them with some kind of interest and threaten him with violence, and it takes him all his inner strength to hold himself back ) Hmm… All human today. Very good.

( ` he sighs, trying to plaster his signature professional smile on his face as he serves customers with helpings of hotteok, eyes scanning the small marketplace every now and then. however, his smile falls short when he comes into contact with one particularly exuberant customer. joy makes himchan’s stomach churn, and he frowns at the girl as he stares down at his small pancakes with such interest )

You look as though you have never seen street food before. ( ` he sniffs, showing his disapproval ) They’re 1500won for one, 5000won for five. A good deal, yes? ( ` even if he hates socialising, his job is to garner sales, no matter how sickeningly sweet he has to be sometimes )

[exsabxsunhwa]

(; she is childish to the core, young and innocent without much of a knowledge of anything. her eyes take in everything with interest -- she's twelve again, forgetting about the pain and the abuse and she lives without a care. but those are thoughts and they never last more than a fraction of a second in sunhwa's fragile mind.) 

(; her eyes flicker up to the vendom, her smile faltering at his words. a flush over takes her features, and she stands to attention -- a stutter leaving her lips.) i-i-, i've had it before! i just -- aah. i'm normally with others and i never actually order myself... (; a pout slides on her face, fingers scratching her her arm idly. she feels dumb -- stupid for a moment, before she shakes her head.)

i -- (; she tilts her head in thought, furrowing her brows as her hand hovers in the air for a minute.) i want the deal. five, you said-- right? (; she blinks, hand going to her purse idly.) it sounds reasonable enough.

[exsabxsunhwa]

Protect!

Protect: My character keeps yours safe from harm.

humans can only do so much.

sunhwa stares— at the few in front of her, tall and foreboding, intimidating and dangerous. she doesn’t know who they are — to be honest, she doesn’t really care. she cares about who these people are after — because qri is someone she holds dear, and she refuses to let anyone disrupt that.

her feet are shaking — knees threatening to collapse on her; she swallows, and flickers her stare away, shaking her head as they shoot question after question. 

( “have you seen her? tell us.” "you won’t have to worry about anything if you tell us." )

it feels all too strange — all too weird; she knows they’re not safe, and they’re not good.so she straightens her form and tilts her head up. her expression is the strongest form of defiance she can make.

"i don’t know who she is. i’m sorry." she;s curt and and straightforward — her smile clipped, but then their hands are pressing into her. pushing and shoving and snarling because they know shes lying but she refuses to get up.

qri had always taken care of her — and now its time to do the same.

their hands rain down upon her like horrible children tormenting a defenseless animal. it’s similar, scarily so — sunhwa looks all the image of a stubborn dog to protect her master. there’s blood in her mouth but she stands on her two feet — and she repeats her words over and over until they become sick and tired of hurting her.

and sunhwa continues, a smile on her face as her tears sting and her wounds throb.

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[exsabxsunhwa]

☠ Drabble list— You can send one anytime.

Scream: My character has caused yours to scream out for some reason

Busted: Your character will catch mine doing something they shouldn’t.

Time: I’ll write a drabble about our characters doing to a different time/dimension. specify.

Befriend Me: I wil write a drabble about our characters meeting for the first time in an AU.

Quiet Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to calm yours down [be it from crying, from lashing out, feel free to specify.]

Torture Me: I’ll write a drabble about your character torturing mine or vise versa.

Hug Me: My character will hug yours. Either by surprise or for a specific reason.

Confess: My character will speak their true feelings about your character. (or about a topic. you may choose.)

Death: My character’s reaction to your character dying.

Protect: My character keeps yours safe from harm.

Revenge: My character will get revenge on yours.

Healer: My/your character helping your/my character when they are hurt/sick. (Be specific on who gets which role, and whether the pain is physical, emotional, or just having to catch a fever)

Broken: I’ll write our characters breaking up or in an angsty scene.

« : memory from the past with your character

» : a future event my character would like to happen with them + yours

☼ : A memory my character has with yours that they’ll never forget

Rain: I’ll write a fluffy drabble of our characters kissing in the rain.

Sleep: I’ll write a drabble of my character snuggling in bed with yours.

Nightmare: I’ll write my character having a nightmare about yours, or vice versa.

Kiss: I’ll write our characters sharing a kiss, it can be innocent or passionate.

Murder: I’ll write my character killing yours or vice vesra.

Home: I’ll write our characters living together.

Death: I’ll write our character’s mourning over each other.

Secret: My character tells your character a secret.

Stars: Our characters under the stars together

Snow: Our characters in the cold together

Candles: Our characters enjoying a moment by candlelight

[mixminghao]

Sunshine

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[exsabxsunhwa]

( "i hope it hurts. i hope it stings and i hope you remember it for the rest of your life, my filthy child." )

she was sent home from work hours before she was scheduled to leave. a small mess up -- something that hadn't been sunhwa's fault entirely, but her demeanor had changed once she noticed the red face of her boss and the glare shot her way. the words he had spoken to her were level and calm, but the undertone of irritation laid there like a memory of her mother that never seemed to go away. 

she remembers crying, tears that came all too sudden and the shocked face of her coworkers. her supervisor gave her a permitted leave of absence for the day, and the trek home made her insecurity, paranoia and loathing all the worse. 

she doesn't remember getting home -- doesn't remembering collapsing on her couch; had she locked the door? even closed it? 

her mind's in a different place, eyes blank as she stares down at her hands. her jaw is tight, and slowly she begins to unbutton the cuff of her sleeve, pulling down the fabric to stare at the jagged mess of scar tissue there. burn marks and lacerations, pink and bubbled up from her skin from constant abuse from her mother and her own hands. 

she trails a fingertip over it, recreating the path her mother would draw with sewing pins and needles -- she'd press down on the burns from cigarettes when her mother used her as a living ashtray. each scar was a reminder of just how disgusting and worthless she was -- and there are times in sunhwa's so called happy life where the depression and self loathing sets in -- and never seems to leave. 

she doesn't even realize when her nail is digging into her skin, liquid life pooling to the surface. the pain feels real and it makes sunhwa feel punished. bad girls deserve it -- good girls are only made and molded when retribution is given.

"i'm sorry," she whispers -- a broken plea into the silence around her. "sunhwa is so sorry."

she brings her knees up to her chest, and theres tears in her eyes -- too strong for her will to hold back as the bubble and slide down her cheek. "i don't wanna be a bad girl."

[exsabxsunhwa]

everybody talks, -- ✧

trailing her eyes across the sheet of paper stripped from her notepad, she takes in the information with greedy eyes. it's bit and pieces of facts she's read before -- had written down a time prior; it's little snippets of data that had been taken from an article she had written not long ago.

swallowing, she flickers her stare up to the familiar place -- a bookstore, simple and quaint, homey and relaxing. her lips twitch at the sight of it, arms tightening around the folder in her grip, before she moves with quick steps up to the door; she slides in, shutting the door softly behind her as her eyes flicker across the interior.

she's always liked books. someone's own personal daydream -- something to escape from the confines of reality and stress that haunt your everyday life. sunhwa is only one of many to indulge in them, and for a minute -- she finds herself scrounging the nearest shelving, small noises of awe at each novel she hasn't seen before.

distractions come far too easy for han sunhwa, and perhaps that's why she finds herself stumbling into the edge of a table perched close to the shelve. she hears it scrape at her collision, and hurriedly, she pivots and grabs at it, glancing around in a short state of panic as she places it back into the correct spot. she swallows, nods her head and mouths a sorry at the few people that shoot glances of irritation and amusement her way. 

straightening her form and fixing her attire, she exhales, nibbling on her lip as she takes another survey of the place. catching sight of a recognizable face, her eyes light up; quickening her gait towards the direction of the male, sunhwa bounces in her steps. 

"ah, yongguk-ssi!," she pauses, and ducks her head; her voice is too loud for a bookstore, and she whispers another sorry as a lady passes by her with a disapproving look. "psst! yongguk-ssi."

her whispers is loud -- but it's better than a scream; she offers a sheepish smile as she stops next to him. 

"just the person i wanted to see. ah, wait. do...do you remember me?" am embarrassed look mixed with curiosity sets in on her features. "i'm han sunhwa."

[exsabxsunhwa]

childlike, -- ✧

wah! (; bending at the waist, sunhwa peers at all the treats and items offered to her, a small, but excited smile on her face. there's a skip in her step as she moves, hair bounding around with her movement. there's so many things to see -- to buy and to want. though her wallet is in a pretty sorry state, she's sure she's bound to get something at the end of her trip.

her eyes catch sight of something, and immediately she is drawn to it. a moth to a flame -- and with an almost juvenile expression on her face, her head perks up at the vendor, eyes with with curiosity.)

excuse me, (; she can't keep the excitement out of her tone.) how much for one of these? 

[exsabxsunhwa]

step up, -- ✧

breathe in, breathe out sunhwa. you can do this.

swallowing, she shifts in her spot, pursing her lip as she tells herself to calm down. shaking her head lightly, she takes a few moments to fix her hair and her attire -- making sure everything is neatly in place and looking just as professional as it was when she left this morning.

inhaling, she clutches her notepad at her side, gaze moving down to it momentarily, before dragging back up to view the happenings before her.

she had never been to a photo shoot before. normally, her job required her to go to companies or give general reviews on restaurants. a model hadn't been a thought in her mind to interview, and its not that she finds herself waiting for the end of park chanyeol's shoot.

another idle shift, and sunhwa perks up at the sight of cameras beginning to be put away. she smiles to herself, giving a quick pep talk in her head, before straightening. she moves as she sees the male beginning to leave the set, grinning wide as she stops in front of him.

"ah, excuse me...park chanyeol-ssi?" she flashes her lanyard -- with a small plastic square that states her job and name on it. "i'm a journalist. would you mind offering a moment of your time for a question or a few?"

[exsabxsunhwa]

guidance, -- ✧

from the time since she was little, she's always had some what of a hard time interacting with people. perhaps it had been because of the cruel way her mother had treated her -- to be wary of people's reactions to her words. it might have been that, in fact there probably is no other explanation for it.

and so she stands in front of the other, teeth chewing at her lip as her smile becomes shy and strained. she shifts awkwardly, gaze flickering from the ground then to the papers in her hand. it was a simple task -- a simple question; it shouldn't be that hard. but sunhwa is han sunhwa, and in terms of comfort and asking from others, she'll always be hesitant.

"ah, chorong-ssi?" she averts her gaze to the female, pressing her smile into a stronger -- more happier one. she rocks on her heels as she gently holds out her paper, an article she had been working on. "would...you mind looking over this for me?"

sunhwa has always appreciated help of all kinds, and asking a fellow journalist would be the smartest thing to do in a situation where you question your own article. 

well, at least she hopes so.

[exsabxsunhwa]

scarecrow, -- ✧

sunhwa has always been the type to be a bit spacey. her head is in the clouds ninety percent of the time, and she's typically wandering without a reason -- eyes taking in every bit she can feast upon. it's what she's doing now, on her tippy toes as she takes in small crowds around her. she pouts, huffing lightly, directing her gaze upwards -- it's just a bit past twilight, darkness just settling in -- and sunhwa tells herself she should probably head home and sleep.

too bad sunhwa has never been the type to listen to reason right away.

sighing, she steps back, attempting to see whatever the crowd was looking at -- probably some hot shot playing an instrument or doing a magic trick -- but she squeaks as her back stumbles into someone. she hurriedly rights herself, twisting around on her heel as she bows once.

"i'm so sorry! " she squeaks, clasping her hands to her chest she straightens her body. "i wasn't looking --"

and then she pauses, eyes going wide. strangers have always been something particularly quite frightening to her, and she swallows as she offers a shaky smile to the female. "...s-sorry. uh, i really am!"

[exsabxsunhwa]

pls like for a random script or para starter from sunhwa!