sweetest of words have the bitterest taste

jinah; darkness embodiment user of twenty-two. carelessly roaming the streets of busan.

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' little spring chicken —

[fcxxiumin-blog]

“oppa—!”

Xiumin had heard her cry out before she had rudely grabbed onto his shoulder and turned him around to face her, unintentionally jostling his shades loose from their perch. With an irritating clatter, they had fallen to the dirt trodden pavement, revealing his surprised unseeing pale misty eyes unto the world.

They stared straight through her and into nothing but the black expanse of his world whilst a small frown tugged at the corner of his lips, his brow furrowing low at the loss.

Silently, he cursed himself for his somewhat loose control over his eyelids.

”sorry—i…i thought you were someone else.” 

“Are they blind as well?” He asked with a somewhat sour tone in his voice after he had closed his eyes, beginning his search for his fallen spectacles. “Must be quite the coincidence.”

Quite the coincidence.

Bending down slightly, he started the somewhat arduous, and repetitive, action of searching for what was his.

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the disappointment sinks in quick, weighing her down as dark orbs flick over youthful features, ultimately settling on misty eyes directed toward her (sort of--she couldn't exactly tell).

oh.

she was a lot more than far off, it seems.

"no--i'm sorry." jinah repeats once again, pointedly doing away with the part of her that almost wants to snap at the male for the amount of attitude in his tone. although she couldn't exactly blame him -- it was, to be fair, her fault. "you were about the same height so i was just taking a chance..." she explains to nearly blind ears, fully aware of the fact that the other's attention was somewhere else before she decidedly helps him, wrapping tendrils of shadows around the glasses with a wave of her hand. 

"here." 

she brings the glasses up slowly, directly holding it up beneath his fingers as her head tilts, waiting for him to grab it before she drops the shadows entirely, dipping her head a bit as she shuffles her feet.

"again, i'm sorry for the misunderstanding."

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' little spring chicken —

[fcxxiumin-blog]

While the world revolves around in a sea of vibrancies he could not detect, the iridescent sunset washing the world in a paint of mixed colours, tainted by the smog of the city he has been walking upon, the time never comes for him. Lost in a world of darkness, he could not judge whether it had been midnight or if three hours had merely passed.

The time has always escaped him.

He has a watch, a digital one. It rings by the hour, ticking with every second, telling him the time of the day, the day in question and the date it currently was.

It was only his luck that it had run out of a charge.

He had meant to go for a short walk. Not be out late enveloped in the darkness of the world he could not see. It was supposed to have been a simple venture of mapping.

Not a clichéd blind man’s romp of forgetting the time.

Xiumin taps his walking stick along the pavement, counting the days he had been in the Institute since his arrival, whilst he walks onwards towards the place he would rather not be.

11 days. It had been 11 days since his arrival.

And nothing had changed much for him after he had taken those first few steps into those wide open corridors, guided by a woman he can barely remember. He had still been the same man. Albeit, with a few new and old people to know of.

 “yah, you—stop right there!”  

The voice had been loud. Did someone get themselves lost? Arrested maybe? He would have moved to the side but the crowd didn’t seem to be parting. Perhaps it was best to just follow suit.

Someone was probably just looking for someone else. An old chance meeting with friends, perhaps?

It certainly couldn’t have been him it was asking for.

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a few others had actually stopped in her call—something that the shadow user took notice of despite not really addressing it—including the one that was actually important, as well. her stomach naturally tightens in anticipation as she takes quick steps toward the dark haired male. surely mistaking his obedience as a silent answer to her unspoken question as her hand reaches out to rest on his shoulder, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt before she tugs him back to face her, relief evident on her features.

“oppa--!” she promptly stops, the smile slipping off her features completely once she laid her eyes on the male. large eyes, big cheeks, girlish features – definitely not her brother.

the disappointment is suffocating.

“sorry—i...i thought you were someone else.” jinah frowns, lifting her hand a second after as she takes a considerable step back, unable to shake the disappointment in both her tone and body language.

so close—but so far away.

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' like kryptonite —

[fcxyifan]

 it’s sunny outside, to yifan’s resentment, but the necessity of grabbing something to eat that didn’t originate from the muck of the institution’s cafeteria was mandatory — the refrigerator in his room had become more and more empty, and yifan had been neglecting the walk into the city for a week and a half; he hadn’t been preoccupied with anything in particular, he’d simply just been too lazy. it was a word he didn’t like to identify himself with, but that was the only word that properly fit.  his eyes clench into narrow slits before he sighs, his gloved hands slipping into his pockets and enjoying his walk (which neared twenty minutes now — the need to look for a clean, proper-looking grocery store was mandatory, and most on the outskirts were shady), but it all quells as soon as he hears commotion somewhere nearby; police, he guesses, or some poor mutant —  but that’s when he notices the head between his feet.   he’s taken aback, surely; his lips purse into a frown as he steps forward — though he can feel one of his feet phase through her head. he lets out a sigh at her tone and speaks with one that matches her’s —  ”it would help if you didn’t appear between someone’s feet.”

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the irritation that surfaces is a quick one, drawing somewhat of a scowl out of fair features as she regards the male standing directly on top of her head. it was normal for her to be irritated, at least, most in the village had always known to stray from strange gatherings of shadows on the earth—it was a sign more than anything, the people in the village had long learned to accommodate to others’ mutations.

jinah’s, especially, was easiest to watch out for.

but obviously that sort of etiquette wasn’t known here.

“it’d be better if that someone was a bit more aware of their surroundings.” she quipped, voice twinging with annoyance that heightens a bit more once she notices the foot that basically phases through her forehead.

ah—so he’s a mutant.

considering his lack of manners toward another’s habits, it’s even more annoying.

“—and if you didn’t technically kick me in the head.” jinah grunts, turning back to her own particular predicament as she proceeds to push herself up from the portal, palms slipping out from the portal to press against jagged concrete, movements lax as she pushes her upper body out of the shadows. 

"but then maybe that's just me expecting too much from you people."

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' sweet spring wind —

it had been a favorite technique of her mutation’s, being able to teleport through the shadows – it offered a sense of freedom that jinah had been deprived of within the village. not that she wasn’t allowed to do as she liked there, but despite everything she was still, and forever will be, bound to the village.

she’ll have to go back sooner or later.

but even her favorite trick had a few flaws—not that jinah would consider them flaws; she often found amusement in playing “russian roulette” with the destinations, finding it exciting to aimlessly travel five hundred meters left or right just to see where she ends up.

tonight, as per the usual ritual as jinah didn’t have an exact place to stay, the shadow user finds herself taking a chance and stepping into the shadows of a damp alley only to reappear in a seemingly warm room; dark in a way that doesn’t bother her as she takes her time looking over each and every object that occupied it, the beds, the dressers, the desks—did she end up in another boarding school?

“it’s not even an empty room.” she mumbles with a frown, kicking the ground absently once she notices the backpack near one of the beds.

she was better off finding somewhere else to crash for the night.

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' like kryptonite —

busan had been bigger than she originally anticipated, although everything outside of the village was a lot grander than jinah had expected, she still hadn’t been prepared to deal with this vast piece of land.

where does she even start looking for that brother of hers?

jinah had decisively split with her sister to cover more ground at this point, making use of her shadows to look in on the different districts in the city till her head started to ache from overexertion. where is he? where else would her brother be if not here? there was sightings of an electricity user, wasn’t there?

those pesky policemen as well – hindered her search.

jinah had spent the better part of her time here escaping their grasps after the initial arrest.

not that they’d find anything on her – there was no record of an im jinah outside of the village.

“tch—” her eyes narrows at the shouts and footsteps nearing her direction as she takes a few steps forward, eventually sinking into the shadows of cumulating on the concrete floor with ease—

only to pop her head out of the cement a few hundred away with a light hum as her hands lift to grasp onto the edges of the ground, pausing for a moment once she notices the feet on either side of her head.

well.

“excuse me.”

just as well, jinah couldn’t sound any more miffed on this particularly sunny day.

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' second to no one —

the sun is irritating. the rays shining on fair skin only further aggravating the shadow user as a growl escapes her lips, hand lifting to scratch and scratch at the crawling sensation of a million ants settling on exposed skin. her bad mood, despite the “nice” weather, is understandable to her sister at least.

which was why the younger was indoors while jinah resumed her search outside, eyes squeezing shut as she rounded a corner only to be attacked by a face full of sunlight.

irritating.

jaw clenching slightly, it took a mere three seconds for  her to materialize something akin to a large black umbrella composed of solidified shadows, allowing it to float a few meters above her head practiced ease as she slowly shifts to continue trekking down the streets of busan, releasing a small sigh in content at the shade provided.

“much better.”

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' little spring chicken —

the hunt for the oldest of the family continues even as the night sky greets the vast city of busan.

this is expected, of course, with jinah being right in her element among the rapidly darkening sky—better this than moving about in the morning when even the slightest bit of exposure to the sun had her skin crawling.

and so the woman takes her time shuffling through the  streets, tendrils of shadows slipping through delicate fingers as dilated pupils surveyed the area for any hint of life—the city wasn’t as open at night as the others she visited, it seemed—stopping at the sight of a male a few feet ahead as her eyes narrow.

oppa’s about that height right?

worth a try.

“yah, you—stop right there!”

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Mama always told me not to need a man But one thing I should know is that I have the upper hand And if I do indulge in showing him my plans The one thing he should know is I can also wear the pants with my fucking heels on

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