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@fiveteeth
𝐅 𝐈 𝐕 𝐄 𝐓 𝐄 𝐄 𝐓 𝐇 an independent unaffiliated && highly selective portrayal of yoon jongwoo / 윤종우 of south korean television series strangers from hell / 타인은 지옥이다. DEAD DOVE; DO NOT EAT. forever creating art with @genesis304 CARRD. 🦷🦷🦷🦷
you die! words don't do anything, it's permanently night and i won't feel anything we'll all be laughing with you when you die
The meat is exactly what’s missing. He smiles patiently, watching you the way one might watch a child struggling to take its first steps. You’re on the cusp of getting it—so very close—but not quite there yet. It’s charming. Cute. The way your brow furrows inspires in him the same teeth-grinding adoration the twins must feel with those cats.
“It will come to you.” His conviction is calm, matter-of-fact. There is no doubt in his mind. “You can’t rush a masterpiece.”
Lately it seems everyone needs reminding of this. The others are eager to move on, away from Eden. They don’t like how long this is taking and they don’t like you. They don’t understand the artistry in this, the meticulous process of crafting something beautiful and true. They don’t understand what we share.
“Inspiration can be so fickle,” he goes on, sighing his way through the sentence. “I understand the frustration. But keep going.”
Others will tell you to give up, grow up, leave behind the reason you breathe for the sake of a steady paycheck. The real world, they keep saying, as if you’ve been living somewhere else all your life. As if you are less real than they are. Laughable, when they are so choked by artifice, consumed entirely by the performance of their roles in this so-called ‘real world’ that they wouldn’t know truth if it ripped the molars out of their empty, worthless skulls.
Never stop writing, Jongwoo. And never bend the knee.
JONGWOO SEARCHES FOR SOMETHING IN 304’S EYES — but what he’s looking for he isn’t entirely sure of. words of encouragement feels so foreign to him these days. they are simple words but he laps them up like a man drinks water in the desert; so desperate for validation he forgets himself — he blooms like a flower. jongwoo’s smile is small and he does try to hide it with a small, thankful bow, but it’s there. validating. reassuring.
“ thank you, i will. ” a masterpiece? 304 seems more confident in his abilities than even he is.
how is it that he got here? a near perfect stranger, nestled into the same cramped, moldy apartment with creeps and freaks is the one that seems to care the most about his creative expression. he’s the one that asks about it most, he is the one that encourages him to pursue it. he’s the one that inspires him. it’s strange — when jongwoo first put pen to paper, first began crafting his perfect story book killer, he has an amorphous face, ever-shifting. now, however, when he sits down to write, when he lets himself drift into that place he writes, his killer pianist has a face obscured in shadow. and sometimes, every great once in a while, jongwoo swears he can see his killer’s smile on 304.
“ anyways, so, ” jongwoo needs to write later. he has a fire lit under him now — but he also needs the material to write, “ would you like to get a beer? ”
Willow could stand to be a little more gentle with him. People don’t usually notice her presence in their minds - they are not supposed to. Not unless she shoulders her way through doors that wish to remain locked.
Doors. No locks. Doors left open, leaving stench to seep out into the hall. Sound. Bodies slapping passionlessly against one another. At least close the door. Somebody’s been in my room. Him. The shadow. The sigh on the other side of the wall.
Her toes curl. The salacious details thrill her. The filth. Where has this boy been? What has he done? Caught on the current of memory. Willow withdraws before she forgets to pay attention to reality, but not enough that she can’t hear his surface thoughts.
“Just close.” To be lovers would require Hawk not to feel sick with shame after fucking her. Which as far as she can tell isn’t happening anytime soon. And even if they were fucking, lovers would be a bit of a reach.
All of that is a little complicated for her right now, dizzy with daydreaming something she can’t quite remember now. Willow smiles a bit.
“I was afraid of it at first. Were you?”
JONGWOO WOULD LIKE TO SAY THAT HE WAS. he would like to say that he still is, but that would taste a bitter lie. in truth, he doesn’t remember what it felt like to be afraid of it. all he remembers is the feeling of exhilaration as the teeth-charms clattered against each other when he brought the hammer down on —
now’s not the time to get caught in that daydream. like someone hiding the screen on their phone, he turns his thoughts elsewhere — he can swear he sees a flicker of pale skin just out of the corner of his eye every now and then. maybe his shadow is watching him even now. his skin prickles and he shivers, lowering his body further into the warmth of the hot tub and away from the chilly night air.
“ it feels like i have always had it. it's a reminder. ” of what happened, of what’s to come. that he can do anything that he wants forever. that he is trapped and there is no escape. that he will never truly be alone ever again. “ it helps me create. ”
Your shadow is in his element. The smile that looks so alien out in the light of day is right at home here, easy, almost relaxed. “You don’t recognize him?”
It would be difficult for anyone to place him now. His face is swollen and bloody, mouth a gaping wound. Several teeth have been taken and his tongue is damaged. When he pleads for your help, what comes out sounds less like words and more like choking. His eyes are desperate, incoherent, animal—but resigned, too. He recognizes you, and he knows the end.
“He doesn’t look exactly like his profile picture.” With the snap of a glove, a spidery hand reaches out to grab the victim’s face, turning it toward the light. “But he was giving you quite a bit of trouble.”
Arguing with strangers online isn’t your best look, but then again, it isn’t your sparring partner’s, either. And the things he said were far more offensive. It was all fun and games at first; he was righteous, preaching against the obscenity of your work, wringing his hands over such vile depictions of depravity. He questioned your motives, your morals, and accused you of the fetishization of violence. Clearly that horrible thing that happened to you broke you, he said, and you need help, not a platform. This, of course, did not sit right with you, and you refused to sit down and take it. You pointed out each and every flaw in his argument, and you called him an idiot. In turn, he called you a sensationalist prick and pathetic for engaging with him in the first place. You called him a masturbatory shut-in and an incel, at which point he decided slurs were necessary, which was awfully ironic considering the moralistic posturing he was doing earlier. You pointed this out too, of course. He called you more slurs, said you “deserved to be killed with hammers,” threatened to “find you,” and then started going on a diatribe about Kim Jong Un.
It was easy to find him. Even easier to subdue him. So much for all those threats.
Your shadow has provided you with some hammers, ever the comedian.
JONGWOO DOESN’T MIND HIS HANDS GETTING DIRTY, so he does nothing to shield himself from the blood and saliva that drip from their captive’s chin. he uses his thumb to pull away his swollen, trembling bottom lip, revealing the half completed row of teeth and the fleshy craters left behind after his shadow has his own fun. jongwoo’s own lips part. it doesn’t take him too long before he does, in fact, recognize him, and before he can realize it, the fear he had been wearing is all but gone. his death will be written long, painful, and brutal. his death will be written to make the reader squirm.
“ he can barely speak. what did you do to his tongue? ” he looks at their captive, but he speaks to his shadow. his eyes follow the swollen contours of their victims face, waxing poetic in the safety of his mind — he should have a pen and paper. maybe he should ask his shadow to go fetch some for him. or has he already thought of that? has he already brought one for him? “ … you could have waited, you know. ” you never wait for me to see you work.
large, wide eyes flicker up to his shadows face, pale and ghostly, serene. it puts him at ease as much as it makes his insides writhe like a snake. it’s a brief glance — a silent plea for validation, for permission. but why is he doing that?
he’s the one in control right now, anyways.
to their captive: “ you don’t like my pianist? ” jongwoo gestures with a nod. he can feel his shadow’s eyes drilling holes into the side of his head. he wants to shiver, “ still too unrealistic? ” his grip on the hammer's wooden handle turns his knuckles white.
Signal to Noise, by Neil Gaiman & Dave McKean
oooooo when i have the time and energy to be back on here to write ...... >:)))
ᝰ🚬 𝚉𝙰𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙿 .ᐟ RANDOM TEXT MESSAGE PROMPTS. CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS IF NECESSARY. SOME MATURE THEMES MAY BE PRESENT.
[TXT] : answer the question.
[TXT] : you left your jacket here.
[TXT] : ignore that last message.
[TXT] : must be my fault somehow.
[TXT] : this was a bad idea but i'm doing it anyway.
[TXT] : guess i misunderstood the vibe.
[TXT] : i'm only texting you because i'm drunk.
[TXT] : i can't stop thinking about your hands.
[TXT] : you're not gonna believe this..
[TXT] : i'm blushing shut up.
[TXT] : okay wait no don't answer that.
[TXT] : i didn't say anything because i didn't want to argue.
[TXT] : be honest with me.
[TXT] : are you free tonight?
[TXT] : i'll explain later, just call me now!
[TXT] : i like it when you looked at me like that.
[TXT] : i should stop texting before this escalates.
[TXT] : i keep rereading that message.
[TXT] : are you trying to distract me on purpose.
[TXT] : i hate that you were right.
[TXT] : you'd be so proud of me right now and also disappointed.
[TXT] : cheers to bad decisions.
[TXT] : i had a dream about you.
[TXT] : i thought you were coming?
[TXT] : wow that's crazy.
[TXT] : it's whatever honestly.
[TXT] : your stuff is still here.
[TXT] : open the door.
[TXT] : what are you doing right now?
[TXT] : don't screenshot this.
[TXT] : don't make me ask twice.
[TXT] : i'm grabbing coffee, want one?
[TXT] : what are we?
[TXT] : no really it's fine.
[TXT] : you don't have to lie.
[TXT] : i don't feel great.
[TXT] : don't rush i've only been waiting.
[TXT] : i forgot the grocery list.
[TXT] : don't do this over text.
[TXT] : did i do something wrong?
[TXT] : i don't trust myself around you.
[TXT] : running late sorry.
[TXT] : you make it hard to be good.
[TXT] : i told myself i wouldn't text you tonight.
[TXT] : are you mad at me.
[TXT] : please answer me.
[TXT] : i told you not to do that.
[TXT] : can i come over?
[TXT] : i'm outside.
[TXT] : you're being unfair.
[TXT] : that's not an excuse.
[TXT] : can you stay on the phone with me?
[TXT] : are you busy?
[TXT] : please tell me you're okay.
[TXT] : i think i fucked up.
[TXT] : i need to vent.
[TXT] : do you want food?
[TXT] : this is messing with my head.
[TXT] : i should not be imagining this right now.
[TXT] : are you mad at me?
[TXT] : please say something.
[TXT] : can you lie for me?
[TXT] : i found your keys!
[TXT] : i just thought you'd let me know.
[TXT] : i know you're awake.
[TXT] : stay the night.
[TXT] : you look good and you know it.
[TXT] : this reminded me of you!
[TXT] : this conversation is not helping my self control.
[TXT] : i love how you only respond when it's convenient.
[TXT] : i love you and i hate that i love you.
[TXT] : you left me on read.
[TXT] : i cleared my schedule.
[TXT] : i can't keep doing this.
[TXT] : are you alone?
[TXT] : stuck in traffic.
[TXT] : you could've just said no.
[TXT] : i don't want to be alone.
[TXT] : who are you with?
[TXT] : something has to change.
[TXT] : if you were here right now i'd be in serious trouble.
[TXT] : i'm done.
[TXT] : don't tease me.
[TXT] : i'm getting worried.
[TXT] : oh okay i guess we're not talking anymore.
[TXT] : where are you??
[TXT] : i'm thinking about you.
[TXT] : i hate nights like this without you.
[TXT] : can you come get me?
[TXT] : look up.
[TXT] : i trust you.
[TXT] : i need help.
[TXT] : this is flirting right?
[TXT] : i changed my mind about earlier.
[TXT] : it's fine do whatever you want.
[TXT] : it's not what it looked like, okay?
[TXT] : my brain won't shut up about last night.
[TXT] : please come get me before i make worse choices.
[TXT] : that was not funny.
[TXT] : i'm proud of you.
[TXT] : i don't know why i'm telling you this.
[TXT] : i'm sorry, i should've said something sooner
[TXT] : please don't be mad..
[TXT] : are you coming over or just teasing me?
[TXT] : i won't bother you again.
[TXT] : i almost sent this three times.
[TXT] : did you get home safe?
[TXT] : you don't owe me anything clearly.
[TXT] : i miss you.
[TXT] : guess who i just ran into..
[TXT] : i can't sleep.
[TXT] : i need clarity.
[TXT] : tell me to behave.
[TXT] : okay fine you win.
[TXT] : hello?
[TXT] : you did good.
[TXT] : do you miss me?
[TXT] : i'm bored, entertain me.
[TXT] : are you safe??
[TXT] : you're unbelievable.
[TXT] : i shouldn't have said what i said earlier.
[TXT] : i hope you're asleep because this is embarrassing.
[TXT] : don't ever say that again.
[TXT] : are you flirting with me?
[TXT] : you owe me gas money.
[TXT] : stop avoiding me.
[TXT] : call me when you see this!
[TXT] : you still mad?
[TXT] : can we talk in person?
[TXT] : can i crash at your place?
[TXT] : you're going to get me in trouble.
[TXT] : i'm spiraling.
[TXT] : you're doing this on purpose.
[TXT] : okay i'm done texting now.
[TXT] : you look cute.
[TXT] : glad you had fun.
[TXT] : i'm exhausted.
[TXT] : i'm trying to be respectful but you're not helping.
[TXT] : why would you think that was okay??
[TXT] : i want to move on.
[TXT] : thanks for the heads up i guess.
[TXT] : you left your panties here for a reason didn't you.
[TXT] : you know exactly what you're doing.
[TXT] : please don't tell anyone.
[TXT] : remember when we said we wouldn't do this again.
[TXT] : i can't find my shoes.
[TXT] : do you always do this or just to me?
[TXT] : tell me you don't miss me so i can shut up.
[TXT] : you crossed a line.
[TXT] : you up?
[TXT] : you didn't have to do that.
[TXT] : don't get smug.
[TXT] : i'm on my way!
[TXT] : i should not be saying this.
[TXT] : remind me to tell you later.
[TXT] : come over.
getting really into sighing and pouting lately
He’d hoped that Jongwoo would agree to speak with him, but he can’t say he’s surprised by the resistance. But that’s fine. Izaya is persistent. He has a way of getting what he wants.
“Well, I could be a friend, if you let me.” His smile grows ever brighter. “My name is Orihara Izaya. My job is to know things, simple as that—and there seems to be so much to know about you.”
He braves a few light-footed steps closer, a bit more cautious than he would be with anyone else. This kid’s temper can’t be worse than Shizuo’s, but it just might be on par with it.
Nearer to the edge of the building now, he looks first at the sky, then down at the city below. He laughs, then looks back at Jongwoo. “I’ve always gotten more vertigo looking up rather than down from a great height. What do you think that says about me?”
I DON’T CARE WHAT THAT SAYS ABOUT YOU AND I’M BORED WITH THIS CONVERSATION. he doesn’t say it out loud, but he wants to. jongwoo sighs, running a hand over his face and down his chin, his forefinger and thumb landing on his own adam's apple. a conscious reminder not to lie — but this isn’t a lie. he isn’t hiding anything. his face tells it all.
“ … what do you want to know? ” it’s not an open invitation. he knows better than to say much at all, if anything. it’s been long enough since he told his story that the details are starting to get a little fuzzy, anyways. now is not the time to perjure himself, especially around someone who claims to “know things professionally”.
oh god, he’s an information broker, isn’t he?
“ and can you move away from the ledge? you look like you could fall. ” should he push him?
eeeeeeyeah im gonna be using mantis for postcanon jongwoo icons thank you very much
Every day you wake up and lie to yourself. But your shadow is also a mirror: that is how he knows you. A flicker of bitter poison in his eyes. Were you anyone else, he would have lost his patience by now, fascination rotted by contempt. But this time it’s more, he knows it, he can feel it, so he just laughs.
“If you want me dead, then kill me.” His eyes are filled with the richness of nothing. You have only ever killed him with words: in a police statement, in a book. One day you may kill him with your hands, but he doubts it will be anytime soon. Besides, it goes both ways—he could get rid of you if he really wanted to. That’s what makes this so beautiful. Open your eyes.
A smile like Gehenna. “‘And he came to attack me again, but I managed to slash him in the throat first…’ What was it after that? You climbed on top of me?”
Or is that part not in the official report? You’ve made up so many versions of this story. It’s been a minute since he last read over the draft you left with the legal department, but he keeps a copy tucked neatly with his things. He’ll have to look over it tonight to refresh his memory. It will be a thrilling read.
“Come on. He’s waiting for us.”
HIS LIFE HAS FELT LIKE A MERRY-GO-ROUND SINCE EDEN — the world around him spins on and on, leaving him dizzy and clutching to whatever he can to keep himself upright. he feels off-kilter and unsteady, and only truly stable thing, the only constant in his life since the great upheaval is —
if i were to kill you, who would i write about? if i were to kill you, who could i blame this all on? if i were to kill you, you would be dead, and this would be all over. that thought on its own is more dizzying than anything else. his shadow is the manifestation of everything that has happened. he is the only thing that reminds him that it was all real at all.
his head is pounding, a vein on his temple pulsing with every quickened heartbeat. the calm, steady footsteps of his shadow help keep him from floating away entirely, so too does the cool, soft hand that guides him.
he can’t yet face what it means about himself to follow his shadow on his own, so he decides now that he will change the story — tweak the narrative to write himself in a better light, as the protagonist in his own story. i'm being coerced, dragged along. the weapon is placed in my hand, i did not grab it. i feel nothing but disgust and horror when i look upon the boy tied up. it is His heart that flutters at the sight.
jongwoo lowers himself into a chair positioned right before their sacrifice, his saint and savior's shadow blocking heaven's light from reaching him. “ who is he? ”
I’m dying from how confused and frightened Jong-woo looks at Moon-jo in this episode
SEO MOON-JO and YOON JONG-WOO Hell Is Other People (2019) 1.08
im feeling normal about this show again guys. just in case you were wondering.
@genesis304 replied to your post “sometimes i think about the fact that jongwoo will...”:
even if you kill him hes in your bones
NO BUT EXACTLY.
if jongwoo DOESN'T kill moonjo: he will always be stalked, followed, watched. moonjo will inject himself into every part of jongwoo's life and jongwoo won't do anything about it. unless he DOES do something about it, which, in that case:
if jongwoo DOES kill moonjo: his blood with forever be on his hands. by killing him he is giving him everything he could have ever wanted. by killing him he is giving him the satisfaction of being the sacrifice for jongwoo's own primal rage and violence.
jongwoo will never truly be without moonjo; he will be followed by him whether or not moonjo is alive or dead because their stories are so intertwined that they can't be written separately. there is no discernable point where one of them stops and the other starts. just like jongwoo is always haunted by his violent fantasies so too will he be haunted by his shadow.
sometimes i think about the fact that jongwoo will never truly be without moonjo <3 sometimes i think about how he can never get away even if he wants to <3 <3 <3 🥰😍
