les plaintes d'un icare

lee seon ( 20 / 14 jan ) rank 2 ccg investigator ー la sylphide quinx squad, ride or die !

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` bonnie & clyde ;

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for the sake of convincing himself that he’s right, he pointedly does not look at the map. “clearly your map is outdated,” he tells her with another huff. he holds onto her stuff tighter. “and no! no way! i’m carrying them! can’t you just keep walking?!”

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“you didn’t even look!” seon gasps, pointing an accusing finger at him. “it’s the same map they gave everyone else, it’s up to date (unlike you)!” the girl’s mouth drops slightly, almost comically appalled at his rejection. “but you were just complaining about my stuff, just hand it over!”

[cosmiqkiss]

sometimes it’s kill or be killed (x)

[myklvaith-blog]

` bonnie & clyde ;

[myklvaith-blog]

“check the map!” he echoes frustratedly. “i would, you made me carry everything.” ( he swears he isn’t complaining. ) “which was, by the way, your idea.” ( it wasn’t; he should’ve said no. ) “just like going on this road was your idea,” he huffs, finally done not because he doesn’t have anything left to say, but because arguing really does take it out of you when you’re carrying your weight in luggage. “anyway, can you keep walking? maybe if you did we’d stop being late.”

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“the map says we’re on the right path, it’s the fastest way!” she huffs, pulling said paper out as evidence for her claim. “i was talking about this dumb exercise! and i didn’t ask you to carry my stuff!” it takes quite a bit of willpower to stop herself from stomping her feet, and instead, seon makes her way to her bratty friend and stubbornly holds a hand out. “gimme, i’ll carry my things!”

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A team that works well together survives well together. 

The dysfunction between the Doves has not escaped the attention of the higher-ups in the CCG, especially since the renewal of the Quinx program and the increasing amount of reports Doves have filed against each other. Dove conduct has been rated an all-time low among the CCG, as well as some civilians. The discord between its members can no longer be overlooked, nor can it be addressed sternly. The Doves are simply too far apart, stationed at different wards, and to gather all of them would leave the CCG vulnerable to ghoul attacks.

East of Seoul, 1.5 hours away, lies Mt. Chiak: the designated hideaway and safehouse location for select members of the CCG. Single-story cabins scattered on the mountain and hidden amongst the trees of Chiaksan National Park were built in secret, and continue to remain a secret from the general public. Now, its location has been disclosed to Doves and some Squads, who have been chosen and grouped together by the Director himself. 

The mountain is rich with history, and natural attractions. Overall, the scenery is picturesque, hidden away from the hustle and bustle of the city.  

And so, we must all learn to work together.

The goal is this: to survive together for five days without using mobile phones or any other technological, communication devices. Each cabin is equipped with a landline phone, but this phone is only able to take incoming calls. Any emergency concerns must be taken to the front desk of the Chiaksan Hotel, located at the base of the mountain. 

The cabins are, of course, equipped with electricity, gas and water utilities, even extending to the barbecue on the patio/outdoor entertainment area; however, they have not been updated or maintained since the 1980s. Heating and insulation barely works, especially as the weather grows colder. The water only has one setting: freezing. The beds are old, and the floors tend to creak loudly whenever anyone takes a single step, and sound travels well in the halls, making it impossible to sneak outside without someone hearing it. Furthermore, the extremely open design of the cabins, meant to be welcoming, also make it doubly hard to sneak out without anyone seeing.

But here’s the twist –

Though the mountain and the forest seem peaceful, it was rumoured that a human murderer roamed the forest 20 years ago, leaving victims hanging by their entrails on the branches of the trees. The crime was never proven to be the murderer’s doing, and instead was blamed on a ghoul. Most sightings increase the closer one gets to Guryongsa Temple. The spirits of these victims, unable to move on because their killer was not brought to justice, roam the forest, waiting for the unfortunate soul ( like they had been ) to wander around in the dark and be lured by the blinking flashlight among the trees…

Don’t go out past 7 PM. And whatever you do…

                 DON’T FOLLOW THE LIGHT.

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[myklvaith-blog]

` bonnie & clyde ;

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“we’re late,” he says again, just as indignant and childish and stubborn. he trudges along, and as much as he’d like to check his watch, it’s hard enough carrying everything else to move his upper body too much. he trusts her anyway, stupid as it may be, just by virtue of her being seon. his faith in her is, at least, unassailable. “are you sure we didn’t end up taking the longer path?”

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“we’re not!” she argues, equally petulant. the ground crunches beneath the sole of her shoe as she spins around, arms folded, to pout at the taller boy. the action weaves a small regret, as ceasing all movement so suddenly only further emphasised the soreness in her legs. “we didn’t! check the map, we’re on the quickest road. everything is just... stupidly far. whose idea was this?”

[myklvaith-blog]

` bonnie & clyde ;

@ghxseon

“we’re late,” he points out. they should’ve gone with jaebum, but here he is, lugging around seon’s luggage and his own through the mountain path. he’s sure he’s been trailing behind her for about an hour. maybe two. maybe ten. it’s hard to tell when his shoulders are aching and he’s this close to using his kagune for the sole purpose of easing the weight. 

“do you even know where we’re going?”

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“we’re not late, everyone else is just early,” seon replies with an indignant huff. with every passing moment, the growing ache in her thighs was beginning to make it more difficult to deny the fact that they were quite possibly, perhaps lost. they were following the trail though, and according to her mental map (which was an exact replication of the actual map tucked into her back pocket), their cabin should be five minutes more ahead. “of course i know where we’re going!”

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: candy for your thoughts :

( fluffy starter for @ghxseon )

“it’s the last one, do you want to maybe share?” 

hearing the question, hana does a double take to make sure that the girl is indeed talking to her. it’s still startling to realize that it’s now so easy for anyone to come talk to her; without her identifying mask, she looks just like everyone else and can easily be labeled as someone harmless. the her of five years ago would not have been able to go incognito – for her reputation preceded her and had people talking everywhere. 

coming out of her stupor, her eyes focus on the cloud-like pink ball of spun sugar hanging on the vendor’s cart. which is apparently what the stranger is referring to. she’s been too engrossed in her thoughts that she doesn’t realize she’s been staring at the cotton candy the entire time. “sorry.” she smiles sheepishly and shakes her head. “you can go ahead and have it if you want. sweets are bad for my health.” 

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“isn’t everything bad for our health?” seon muses, head playfully tilted to one side, eyes fixated on the stranger’s face. she’s very pretty, the smaller girl decides, incredibly so in fact. they have the type of face that belonged on magazine covers and billboards. that sort of enviable beauty. she briefly wonders if she’ll ever grow into someone like that, or if she’ll always remain baby-faced and diminutive. the blonde offers the sugary cloud with a small, insistent shake, though her smile turns mildly sheepish. “i don’t mind sharing! i shouldn’t be eating stuff like this anyway, i get cavities easily.” 

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Nowhere to Run || Seon&&Minny

     Her breath is accelerated, heart overactive in excitement. Eyes relaying the thrill of the chase, she runs from her pursuer flanked by two other ghouls. Bodies on the precipice of decomposing, chunks missing from their flesh, were left behind in the parks they had just frequented. It was a game she’d joined her fellow companions in; chasing humans down with their sub par running and speed and eating until their bellies were full and adrenaline was sated. 

     It was their carelessness that had them in their current trouble, CCG hot on their trails. Minyoung thought that they stood no chance at catching them; that was until she was struck on her side, hands immediately clutching the open wound in confusion as she leaned towards an alley. There was a man close behind her striking once again as she tried to shake them, hissing from behind her mask.. 

     “Just come back for her! These two are more dangerous!” She hears from another one of them up the street. The man gives her just one more glance and then he’s running after the others. She slides against the wall, fingers pushing together the ripped flesh of her side, trying in vain to get it to fix itself. When it doesn’t work she’s confused, never been hurt like this in her lifetime. Her sisters had told tales of bodies regenerating after an injury, but of course her overactive mind had completely forgone the crucial information about being full, having to eat for the process to work. 

     She groans to herself, sound echoing around her in the alley. She can hear the fall of running footsteps and thinks this is it, they’ve come back for her so soon. When she looks up, with a seething glare, it’s pointed not at the man from before but a new woman.

@ghxseon

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“--rinkaku, female, dark hair of slender stature, presumed to be c to b rank ghoul of the name smiley. intercept at hyeoryeong street, rank two lee!”

the world worked in mysterious ways. perhaps the small spark of twisted satisfaction should have been worrisome, but the twenty year old merely waved it away. there are cycles in being an investigator, or so she’s been told, and finding gratification in the opportunity to slay (certain) ghouls was one of them. smiley. brunette, thin, young with a grinning mask. a similar description of the ghoul postulated to have maimed rank two investigator kang in some dark alley and in the event it weren’t her, well.. it wasn’t like the world to be so terribly convenient.

target injured, she notes idly, observing the red trail leading to an alleyway. the girl considers attacking from above, but decides against it—too time consuming for a wounded suspect, especially for below a trapped in a dead end—and enters the pathway cautiously, single kakugan activated with a blink. her rinkaku emerges from beneath her coat, formulating into variations of claws and fangs.

the short, sharp footfalls of her mary janes serve as an oddly fitting death hymn for the ghoul.

when black and red eyes glare at her from behind a mask, seon remains unnerved. 

“good afternoon,” she says, smiling pleasantly as four rinkaku dart forward.

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strays to care for 《 haejin + seon 》

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ghxhaejin:

|| @ghxseon

Haejin was, in all honesty, not the type to keep pets. Despite that, he knew quite a lot about them since he managed to find himself taking care of a large and evergrowing group of strays. Maybe he should have thought about how feeding them constantly would turn out but he needed his act to be believable. Plus, he didn’t want to admit it but….he grew fond of them all. They were somewhat his companions, he suppose.

Animals had to go through quite the same things as ghouls did after all, hunting and being hunted, trying to survive…then again, ghouls were simply just species and all species go through the same thing. A depressing thought, but an unfortunate truth.

That wasn’t what was important currently, though. Holding the bag of meat for the day, along with some others that he found out that they enjoyed, he started to feed the bunch of strays. A moment where both cats and dogs and rats and others alike rejoice in harmony as food was bestowed upon them without the need to feel fear or doing any hard work to gain it. He realized he’s spoiling them, but does that really do any harm? Well, it could, but getting spoiled by someone else would be a nice feeling to have.

It was a sign of live after all, and everyone wanted to be lived at least once.

From the corner of his eyes, he spotted a girl he had never seen before. He blinked, but then looked back to the strays. He wouldn’t bother with her unless she attacked him or started a conversation with him.

lee seon was arguably the least capable member of the quinx squad.

there was no use denying it either, not when it was so blatantly obvious. her only strengths were her brute force and high regenerative abilities, but those were typical traits found in any ghoul (or half-ghoul) gifted with a rinkaku. compared to jaebum’s cleverness, seolhyun’s natural talent and eunjae’s overall skill—however hotheaded he was—seon was the awkward, misplaced stepchild that baked too often and had too much christmas spirit. 

they like her though, at least that’s what she tells herself. (whenever she opened the door to their shared apartment, it felt like home.) no one would endure her and her “mandatory” squad dinners for this long without possessing some sort of affection for her. the endearing one, the dumb one. her career’s foundation consisted of a series of impossibly lucky accomplishments that fooled the upper echelon into thinking she was actually skilled.

hence why they decided it was fitting for her to conduct a quick interview (read: interrogation) with a ghoul imprisoned in the cochlea, which thankfully, produced substantial results. enough to please the first class investigator in need of the information, that is. and now here she was roaming in plainclothes through the thirteenth ward on her way back home, suit and heels carefully folded and tucked into her messenger bag. they were too uncomfortable, too adult, and her sneakers were far kinder and cuter on her feet.

cuter, because after five minutes of being distracted by the man feeding kittens and cats a few feet ahead, she looks down to see a feline toying with her white shoelaces.

“oh,” she exclaims, blinking owlishly at the little vandaliser. “hello, little one! did you just finish eating? ah, excuse me sir! is this cat yours?”

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eunjae can’t even be mad at anyone else but himself, and he isn’t exactly an expert on self-reflection. so he tries to alleviate the heavy weight in his gut by placing the semi-translucent plastic bag on the ground, as she hadn’t taken it, leaving both hands free to take off his coat and drape it around her shoulders; she looks tinier now, but never fragile.

“i’ll go talk to the guy,” he tells her in a voice quiet enough to be apologetic. he leaves the cake in front of her, and goes up to the unfortunate man who’s halfway to shutting down the gates.

the poor man seemed to be taken aback by the suddenness of a younger boy’s fist curling at his shirt, shoving him against the gate with enough force to make it rattle. eunjae’s expression, softened by seon, hardens again into a scowl, words as threatening as they were quietly delivered –

“open the park for us or i’ll have you for dinner.” 

the kakugan makes an appearance yet again, and even if eunjae didn’t intend for it to, it does its job in scaring the guy into agreeing with a stammered ‘p-please don’t eat me’ and a quick shuffling away to open the gates by the time eunjae walks towards seon again, this time holding out his hand for her to take. 

“are you going to enjoy an entire amusement park with me or am i going to have to tell the nice man over there to keep closing it?”

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“oh,” she breathes, faintly startled by the sudden warmth. cheeks growing pink and warm, her fingers clutch the coat tighter against her body, greedy for heat. the comforting, familiar woodsy scent of eunjae filling her lungs with each slow inhale. her eyes drop to the lonely cake now sat on the floor, plastic ruffled ever so often by the wind, and an awkward guilt begins to weigh down her shoulders.

her knees bend slightly as she hunches over to grab the cake by its handles, only mildly concerned over the low mutterings between her friend and the staff. startled by the rattling gates, seon decidedly makes her way over in her panic, but stops short after a few steps upon the sight of the quick diffusion of the situation. between the two of them, eunjae was meant to have been the one to make more rational decisions, and  threatening human workers was less of an admirable measure and more of a classic case of abuse of power.

although considered it was for her sake, there was little room to complain.

“you’re probably going to get in trouble for that,” she says, furrowing her brows worriedly, indignant facade was crumbling beneath his earnest behavior. “but… you already did it so i guess we shouldn’t… waste the opportunity.”

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✦ flowers & pearls & pretty girls; [ BT ]

» @ghxseon

music pours from the radio, loud enough to drown out the sound of whatever was going on in the other apartments surrounding them, but not quite enough to get them in trouble. seulgi’s spread across the couch adorned in a t-shirt and shorts, the balcony doors open to let in the afternoon sunlight and it’s accompanying breeze. 

she sends a grin toward the other female, fingers clutching a candy wrapped in pink and purple plastic and sends it soaring across the room where it collides with seon’s left boob. seulgi snorts in laughter, fist raising to commend her pinpoint accuracy.

“ fifth one in an hour, pretty sure that’s a new personal record. ” the orange haired girl comments slyly, popping a separate candy into her mouth. “ your chest just makes an easy target. ” 

[ghxseon-blog]

the teen pouts in response from her seat on the floor, plucking the fallen sweet from the makeshift canopy of her skirt and flinging it back at the girl on the sofa. seulgi hadn’t ceased her playful antics ever since she’d left her seat to bask in the afternoon light. seon would like to think that the wild haired girl was doing it for attention though, rather than to be annoying. 

“i suppose it’s an achievement,” the younger girl sighs as she pushes herself up from the wooden surface. the smooth floor feels cool beneath her feet as she strolls over the sofa, ending her short journey by plopping herself on top of the other girl almost mischievously. “not like you have much of a target.”

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friendly visits  ⊷ ♡ “ @ghxseon “♡ 

as much as the ghoul enjoyed being at her work place, it was boring at times. it was the same thing every day. customers come in, she serves them, she retreats to behind the counter and keeps an eye on everyone. sure, there were those few amusing incidents, but with junho around those were honestly rare. she smiled softly as one of the cats hopped onto the counter, nuzzling it’s face against her cheek. she giggled, perfectly manicured fingers coming up to softly scratch the cat behind it’s ears. the purrs erupting from the feline made soojung feel at peace. 

hearing a familiar bell chime, she glanced up at the door. a soft smile appeared on her face, glad that there was someone she knew. normally she’d text yuuto to come visit her to cure the boredom that resided in her petite frame. it was also a way to make sure she was still someone he preferred over others. call her jealous, but she knew where her priorities laid and who to be on good terms with.

“seon.” she cooed out to the younger one. “what brings you here today? are you visiting me?” her eyes lit up with mischief, chin resting on the palm of her hand as she leaned forward a little. “or are you visiting someone else?” she snickered. 

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“aren’t you allergic to cats?” eunjae would always ask (obnoxiously) each time she announced her semi-weekly cat cafe visit, and seon would just wave and say goodbye before closing the door behind her. alright, so she was mildly allergic to cats. but just mildly! nothing that couldn’t be solved with whatever medication her doctor prescribed her and the sheer determination in ignoring the tickle in her throat whenever she walked in. like the one creeping up now.

“i’m here to visit the cats!” seon replied, lifting her chin up indignantly. although it looked more like an effort to maintain eye contact with soojung. (must be nice to be long legged and beautiful.) the girl took her rightful seat across soojung, hand reaching out to pet the nearby cat that hopped onto the table to greet her. “you’re just an added bonus.” 

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*— dear admirer (past)

It was quite the surprise the first time he received it, but flattered nonetheless when a cute lunch was waiting for him at his desk. He wondered if someone misplaced it first, see if they were just talking to one of his neighbors and just forgot about it, but a coworker assured that it was a gift for him.

Slowly, those lunches kept coming. Junmyeon really wished he knew who they were coming from, but even his coworkers were keeping it a secret from him as well as if everyone was in on it. Part of him wondered if he was being pranked on, but he’s sure he hadn’t done anything to deserve a punishment.

Although he wasn’t sure of the next time they were going to do it, Junmyeon still left a sticky note right in the middle of his clean space the moment he left it to attend a meeting. He hoped this time, he could receive more of a clue to this mysterious person.

“To the one leaving the lunches, I wish you could tell me who you are so I can thank you properly for them. TT” 

@ghxseon

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there was no use in tiptoeing about, especially in the midst of a semi-busy office of ghoul investigators, but seon couldn’t help but try to tread lightly as she navigated her way to her target’s desk. she’d only return amused greetings of colleagues with small waves or a tiny, embarrassed smile. (”seon? again? why don’t you go talk to him for once!” they would say, and she’d just quiver in her mary janes.) 

it’s juvenile, she knows, leaving boxed lunches on his desk without so much as a hint to her identity. everyone had been kind enough to keep it a secret--or at least, as far as she knew and she’d believe that they did if only to comfort herself--but it was probably because she looked like a junior high school student. no one out of high school should still be pulling off school girl crush gestures like this, but here she was, pink lunchbox at hand. inside it were carefully composed foods, both aesthetically pleasing to the eye and nutritionally balanced. 

kim junmyeon was a first class investigator after all--

“oh,” seon gasped quietly, pausing in the midst of her delivery to stare at the note. a fellow rank 2 investigator nudged her after a moment, offering a pad of paper and a pen with a wink--”this is your chance, seonie!” they said, and it took a considerable amount of restraint to stop herself from twitching.

“sorry! i can’t tell you... at least not yet! i’m shy, you know? but you eating them is thanks enough. i hope you like today’s lunch. finish it all! don’t leave the vegetables again please~”

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his pencil taps against the paper, a moment of stalling as he rereads what he’s already scribbled and tries to figure out just where to go from there. he fixes a word here and there, adjusts his grammar or takes out repetitive phrases, all the while keeping an ear open for when he’ll be called back to work. no time to pursue his creative dreams while still on the clock!

thankfully it’s a break right now, and a bit of a slow day where time seemed a little more fluid and a ten minute break could easily double it’s length if there’s no shortage of idle hands behind the counter.

junyoung’s startled from his thoughts by a voice, immediately looking up and meeting her eyes with a hospitable grin that had come naturally for him from the start. there’s a prickle of disappointment though, he’s sure that she’s going to ask him for help with something work related and he’ll lose his entire thought process for his work.

but she asks about his writing and he only grows more animated even though he rushes to hide his words. “yeah, i’m trying to write a book. but don’t look! it’s no where near done!” he’s shy in his work, not satisfied with it to be read by even his friends just yet. it’s too rough, too incomplete.

[ghxseon-blog]

“i didn’t mean to startle you, sorry!” seon splutters, nervously waving her hands in some awkward, flustered reaction. “i just.. i’m a regular here, and i always see you writing so i thought... i mean, i don’t mean to! or i do, but not in a creepy way. it just so happens that i’m here and you’re here, too--” 

the small girl cuts herself off, anxiety suddenly creeping up her spine and nestling in her lungs. her fingers fidget nervously with the hem of her shirt, chest expanding slightly in an attempt to calm herself with a deep breath. “well, you.. work here, so you would be.. here. um, but you know, you were reading this book one time, and it looked interesting,” she rambles pathetically, face growing pinker with every word. “i don’t read much but i decided to start reading it when i saw it in the store but it was kind of.. hard... and i just thought, you know.. you’d be an author, or something cool like that!” 

she musters a pained smile, feeling every wave of regret rushing through her veins. her superiors have told her many times to always come in with a game plan, and each time, she fails to do so. “it was just hard to read--or maybe i’m just dumb? but i thought.. to, um, talk to you? you just seem, well, interesting. i’m seon, by the way and, um, sorry if i’m bothering you.”

Send me 'I want the K' and I'll generate a number

1: Hot, Steamy kiss

2: Cheek Kiss

3: Nose Kiss

4: Forehead Kiss

5: Firm Kiss

6: Gentle Peck

7: Romantic Kiss

8: Eyelid Kiss

9: Jawline Kiss

10: Neck Kiss

11: Collarbone Kiss

12: Chest Kiss

13: Stomach Kiss

14: Kiss Along the Hips

15: Kiss in the Rain

16: Upside-Down Kiss

17: Goofy Kiss

18: Underwater Kiss

19: Forceful Kiss

20: Any of the Above

21: Then there’s tongue

[ghxseon-blog]

＊ @gheunjae​ — ❛ happy birthday ! ❜

having low expectations was one rule she could never abide to, even when she tried. being stupidly idealistic was in her nature and she likes to believe that when kang eunjae says he would be here on time, he would be. lee seon scuffs the tip of her shoe against the pavement, a warm flush rising to her cheeks when she notices a sheepish, capped worker approaching her.

“excuse me, miss?” he begins, smiling sympathetically. “the park will be closing in about fifteen minutes… i, uh.. apologise but it seems that person you’re waiting for, ah–”

the half ghoul furrows her brows, blinking rapidly in an attempt to suppress her urge to cry. however, she fails anyway, stopping the worker mid-sentence and reducing him to an awkward figure shuffling back to his booth after a short bow and wave. the cool wind causes the hem of her skirt to brush against her knees, and she clutches her stuffed bunny closer to her chest as she shivers. any sensible person would have just left, but lee seon is not, and never will be sensible.

eunjae said he would come, and she’ll wait til sunrise if she has to.

[ludawon]

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