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[glitseun]

i just wanna say im sorry about slowness on my replies ;; ive been in a small slump recently but i will be resuming everything from tomorrow c:

[ncvrrmind]

@glitseun liked this for a small starter !! muse —hoseok

same old, same old. when did that routine start? when did he begun losing himself?

and amidst of all: a new face. that’s always intriging, excitement clouding his already crooked judgement as he makes his way over. junho’s manager sent him off to some party. he can’t remember the name of the host, not even if he tries to find it at the bottom of his champagne glass. it makes a soft clink when he leaves it on top of a table. the bubbles tickling his tongue as he swallows, familiar and stinging.  his shirt is unbuttoned way too low, the necklaces dancing as we makes his way towards the other.

“that lady with a dior dress is checking you out. should i tell her that turquoise stopped being rellevant in 2009 or should we just get the fuck out of here?”

[glitseun]

hoseok had made his rounds. the same old small talk uttered to different faces, a few details changed here and there depending on how important keeping nice was. how are the kids? im sure you can pull your company’s profits around again or wow talk about bringing a eye candy on your arm. it’s almost enough to make him roll his eyes. he was sick of the same thing at these parties and for what, because he was the heir to a very powerful and promising tech company. he has his daddy to thank for that.

but his attention is snatched away quickly and he arches a brow.

“as tempting as giving her fashion advice sounds i think i’d prefer getting out of this lame party with a hottie like you.” the hint of a tease lingering in his words, eyes dangerously flirty from the copious amounts of alcohol he’d downed.

[glitseun]

SANCTIFY ‘ ☾

[glitseun]

drexllr

[ . . . ]

her orders a shot of vodka, and his companion goes for a margarita. he slips an arm around her waist and leans down for a kiss as he’s waiting on their drinks when he feels it. its like fire, in his abdomen, but a warm enticing fire, a fire he’s too familiar with for it to burn him. home is that it feels like, and jongin knows. he’s still kissing the woman as he looks up, their eyes locking.

he drowns in those familiar depths, and his heart is beating wildly behind the confines of his rib cage. his stare burns in jongin’s soul and adrenaline runs thick through his veins. all of a sudden, it’s hot, too hot for comfort.

baekhyun is standing right there, and all of jongin’s memories stand there, encased within his body. jongin’s world is on fire, and baekhyun is the reason why.

his mind is reeling. swimming. spinning. everything under the sun and there was nothing he could do to stop it. it makes him want to reach out and hold onto something sturdy so he didnt keel over and sink into hell right there and then. he may as well have, after all it would have spared him from the embarrassment of seeing him with someone else.

the eye contact is what kills him. sends a shooting pain down through his heart bringing with it a throbbing pain that only seems grow worse as time ticked on. though for him it was like time had stood still. their lingering eye contact un breakable as everything seems to slow down around him.

god, how much of an idiot could he have been.

he knew jongin all to well, knew that he wanted more power, wanted everything that wasn’t him. but baekhyun never wanted to believe it, never wanted to think that he of all people could hurt him like this. but he’s proven wrong time and time again and he’s left to pick up the pieces of his broken heart.

he wants to run. he always runs. its easier then having to face up to problems. instead he shakes his head and comes tumbling back down to reality, where he’s left to stare at jongin with the girl hanging off his arm like some dumb trophy he was collecting. his jaw clenches and he swallows hard, daring his feet to move. to walk forwards and towards where they were stood.

[glitseun]

wistfulreality

soohyuk looked at her and then sighed once more. he was a never ending basket of sighs around her, it seemed. but again, it seemed that of course she would win this argument, so he just gave in. as she snuggled into his side, he wrapped his arms around her, his cheek resting on the top of her head. “alright, so … tell me what we’re doing then,” he noted, looking down at her curiously.

amelia liked to think she had soohyuk wrapped around her little finger, in the nicest way possible. she wasnt a monster after all. he’d quickly become someone she enjoyed spending time with and whether or not she admitted it, he was always number one in her eyes. she enjoys his warmth and smiles brightly at his affections. “we’re going to get drunk and play games of course silly!” 

[glitseun]

SANCTIFY ‘ ☾

                        sanctify my body with pain ;                                                     &. sanctify the love that you crave. 

the heavy base was almost mind numbing, ceasing all thoughts that even dared to string themselves together. that mixed with the heavy feeling the alcohol left his body was enough to keep him as drunk as possible. feet teetering to the side every so often as he swayed with the crowd, trying his best not to fall flat on his face and embarrass not only himself but the company he was with tonight --- a bottle blonde, he actually found quite bland, and a work friend who’d been grinding on him for some time now.

if he was being perfectly honest he was miserable, strange for a guy who spewed sunshine whenever his mouth was opened. brightening up a room the moment he stepped into it. bagging himself the nickname of sunny.

to him humans were funny creatures he’d not gotten used to, despite his time down on earth.

he was determined to have a good time, to let his hair down and have some fun for once (not that he already didnt) but it was nice to do something different, to forget about everything that was weighing down on his chest. to forget the feelings that bubbled up inside him when he was left alone, when the thoughts and memories of him came creeping back in. he shakes his head and flashes his best and brightest grin, throwing his arms up in the air and chuckling when a good song came on.

but the feeling of being on top of the world becomes faded. a new feeling filling the pit of his stomach and he was just stood there, a deer caught in the headlights.limbs tensing and he felt sick. of all places he had to run into him here. the one time that he’d given up, given himself some freedom to have some fun and not worry about running into him. 

but fate was cruel that way.

                                                                @drexllr

[glitseun]

wistfulreality

soohyuk sighed. he was so weak to that pout of hers. how dare she use it on him? “tell me why i won’t regret it,” he exclaimed. if he fell behind in his work ( or rather his exercise ), it meant that he would have to train extra hard in the next few weeks. the team would not be pleased to have him call in sick, but really, she was making it hard for him to not go through with it. “fine fine, i’ll do it. just for you,” he noted, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

“come on, its me. i should be reason enough dont you think?” the pout disappears almost as quickly as it had originally appeared on her lips in the first place. amelia always got her way, even soohyuk knew that by now so him giving in was only the right thing to do. she clasps her hands together happily, looking up at him with bright eyes. “good boy.” she teases him, snuggling into his side. 

[glitseun]

wistfulreality.

brandon unintentionally twitched upon her head finding his shoulder. he hadn’t been expecting that, but once the initial shock of it was over, he let her rest their comfortably. at her words, he laughed, taking a swig of his beer. “call in sick and stay in? you know i have work to do. i can’t call in sick.” why did he always feel like the party pooper between the two of them. “i mean …” he looked down at her, feeling a bit guilty that he always seemed to turn her down like this. “i guess i could?” the inflection in his tone clearly indicated that he was unsure about this whole thing.

she let herself snuggle further into his side, taking in as much as warmth as possible with the hint of a smile toying on her lips. a smile thats almost as quickly shattered as it had appeared in the first place when almost as if on cue a pout proceeds to engulf her lips. “but you’ve had amples of time to do the work.” voicey whiney and in a higher pitch then usual, moving her head off his shoulder and staring at him straight in the eyes. “pretty please, for me” batting her eyelashes like a spoilt brat because thats exactly what she was. “you wont regret it!”

[glitseun]

wistfulreality

brandon was in his room finishing up some work when his best friend ( and also roommate ) seemed to have arrived home. well, at least that was what it sounded like when his whole room seemed to shake with the way she fell onto the couch. he got up from his room, checking to make sure that it wasn’t some burglar who had broken in and rolled his eyes when she started making demands almost immediately. “needy,” he muttered as he moved to the kitchen to grab two beers, one for him and one for her. he took a seat beside her and handed it to her. “bad day?”

her eyes gazed up to look at his face with a rather loud whine exhales past her lips. almost as if him even applying she had a bad day brought the painful memories of it back up - she was just being dramatic as per usual. “ the worst! “ she rests her head on his shoulder in one sudden and jerky movement, letting her head thump against his shoulder as she pops the screw  lid off the top of her drink, no regards for whether or not it hurt actually him. “i just wanna crawl into bed and sleep for about week - you know i might actually call in sick tomorrow, will you stay in and play with me brandon-ah?” she could be demanding when she wanted to. 

[bftaekwoon]

[glitseun]

( starter for — @wistfulreality​ . x ) 

crashing into the couch with a thud, amelia lets out a loud huff. one that was probably loud enough to be heard throughout the whole apartment. not that she really cared, or cared that the other occupant of the apartment had heard her either. work had been stressful and all she wanted to do was un-wind. wriggling further into the cushions so that she could get comfy she lets out yet another sigh. this time propping her feet up on the coffee table. “ be a dear and get me a beer ” eyes looking up to the figure stood in the doorway “ make sure its a cold one- Oh! and get one for yourself too and join me. ”

[glitseun]

lets skip the introductions

[glitseun]

jennisnotrping

  “supposedly a werewolf attack. this is the fourth mundane attack that appears as if a downworlder did it. there have been two shadowhunters killed by what looked like a vampire and a seelie, then one of each downworld, supposedly killed by shadowhunters, but it doesn’t smell like a werewolf had killed this girl,” wonho was always good at investigations. he never assumed, but when the evidence pointed to something else, he couldn’t ignore it.

  tensions were very high and someone was trying to bring the war from new york to seoul, “someone is trying to set up the downworld against shadowhunters and shadowhunters against the downworld. i tried to explain to the inquisitor two weeks ago when the shadowhunter supposedly killed by a werewolf showed up. he told me i was covering for my pack. those aren’t werewolf claw marks. they aren’t even demon either.”

  “could be a tiger, right, wonho?” one of his pack mates scuffed.

   wonho glared, “i said it could be a tiger claw. i didn’t say it was.”

for some reason or another he couldn’t take his eyes of the scar on wonho’s neck. there was something so mesmerising about it, something that couldn’t let taemin tear his eyes away, at least not until wonho looked his way. prompting him to jump a little from how rude he was being and look down at the ground.

he still couldn’t bring himself to look at wonho’s face, his eyes. it was like he was scared to. that if he were to look even for a brief second his whole world would crumble around him. which of course it wouldn’t he was just being dramatic as usual. if he was being perfectly honest it was because the guilt was too much to handle, after all the truth hurts.

taemin makes his way forward, towards the mundane’s body. brushing past wonho and the wolf stood next to him so that he could get a better look at the situation. but not so close to disturb the others that already partially crowd round.

“as far as i know all shadowhunters have been kept in check” he crouch’s down and inspects the wounds more closely, nodding his head to wonho’s words and taking them into consideration before standing up slowly “though a few members from the clave have come to ask a few questions regarding the incidents but nothing out of the ordinary.” turning to face wonho, this time head on.

“you always did have a good eye for things like this wonho-ah” 

eyes peering at the source of the the remark made, trying hard to hide a small smile at wonho’s outburst. he always did have a fiery temper.

[glitseun]

stay .

carried on from — here . x

. . .

he wakes up in the oddities that sigh deja vu: he isn’t in his own bed. someone’s sofa. he tries recalling the night, and he reminds himself of junho. injured, bandaged. his own hands, the undersides of his nails collared with junho’s blood. dreams from nights ago were blurred, but their revenants woke him up in time for a friend in needs. he’d scurried off towards junho’s apartment, and the truth came in pieces, but one fragment of his dreams was true: the haemorrhage, and everything in-between. 06:17am. he sighs and gets to his feet, disorientation still thick in his head as he makes his way towards junho’s room to check on him.

theres an ache in his body, the origin unknown. or perhaps it is known. no — actually it is known he would just rather forget about it and sleep. god all he wants to do is lay down and sleep, but theres a lingering feeling in his stomach that he may not wake up again. at least not until he finally feels fully restored and back to functioning normally. eyes teetering on fluttering shut and staring up at the god awful ceiling thats cracked and chipped, its almost unbearable staring at the dazzling white ( note that its not quite white, its just his eyes playing tricks. )

a harsh sigh exhales out, a brash inhale following closely behind. paying no mind whatsoever to the noises coming from the other side of his bedroom door. he wasnt sure if he was dreaming or wide awake, his mind far too hazy from the ringing in his head. the white noise that seems to consume not only his mind but his body too, giving him that constant buzzing feeling. it makes him feel sick. he tries to roll onto his side but winces, letting out a splutter and the splatter of red droplets onto the wooden floor.

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[glitseun]

lets skip the introductions

[glitseun]

jennisnotrping

  hoseok would have been happier not having been forced along with the few members of his pack. a shadowhunter was set to appear to help with an investigation into mysterious deaths of mundanes, downworlders and shadowhunters. the downworld was still entirely on edge from what happened in new york just a few months ago. seoul did not have as much damage, but valentine morgenstern’s reach was far. it didn’t seem like it would be long before the clave officially turned and joined him, at least, that was what the downworld was saying. there was no clary fairchild or jace herondale to calm down the masses of downworlders in seoul.

  however, that somehow made wonho the spokesperson for the downworld. just because he used to be one of them. he was banished, deruned and left to fend for himself. as if he cared enough to talk to any of them. but alas, he was a beta and had little say. what the alpha says, goes.

  crossing his arms over his chest, he eyed the poor mundane. it looked like a werewolf had done it, but to wonho, the markings were strange - like they were made to look like a werewolf had done it.

  hearing the murmurs about a shadowhunter, wonho stepped up, only to sigh, “of course they would send you, taemin.”

taemin hadnt seen wonho in a long time, and seeing him in the flesh made the whole thing far to real for his liking. he liked to blame himself for what had happened but whether that was true or not was still up in the air. he just wished that he could have been there for him, more then he was, but then again it wasnt exactly like wonho reached out to taemin or even accepted the little help that was offered to him. thats what made taemin the most sad about everything.

he just lets out a grunt, trying to shake off any past memories or even feelings he’d had for the older male. simply tilting his head to the side and rolling his eyes a little. “yeah, yeah, its nice to see you too wonho.” 

his words own far from happy or nice. 

theres not much he can do but to look past wonho’s eyes, trying desperately not to look back or to even see what kind of an expression he had. so instead, taemin’s eyes cant help but flicker to the body laying sprawled out on the floor.

“any ideas on what happened?” his words now directed towards the whole group (mainly to whoever was in charge) rather then just wonho. god he wanted to get out there as fast as possible.

[glitseun]

lets skip the introductions

as much as taemin wished he could be back in the warmth of the seoul institute, he was somewhat glad to get away. even if it meant freezing his ass off in the process. because a. it was rather calming being by himself and b. everyone was on edge given that another uprising seemed to be looming, something the shadowhunters could not afford to happen. not when they were still partially rebuilding after the mess Valentine Morgenstern had caused.

his boots echo against the damp concrete below, hands shoved into the pockets of his leather jacket thats barely keeping him warm. he’d been sent on a new mission (it felt like it’d been a lifetime since he’d last been sent on one) details, oddly kept to a minimum, but told that it was urgent and they couldn’t spare anyone else to go along with him. not that he minded at all. 

the ally way grows darker the further he ventures, the rune which helps him to see better in the darkness already activated incase of an ambush or worse incase he walking into a trap. figures coming into focus as he reaches towards a dead end -- it all seemed way to shady to be a real mission, thought that the higher-ups had stitched him up (which of course they haven’t).

he can hear the few jeers that are clearly thrown his way from the small group standing round something. rolling his eyes a little because yes he could hear them, no matter how quietly they whispered. “anyone wanna fill me in? no? great, cant wait to work with you” he remarks, coming to the realisation he was probably the only shadowhunter there among downworlders - no. more specifically werewolves. 

the realisation only setting in when he spots an all too familiar face that causes him to swear under his breath. “shit”. 

@jennisnotrping

[dazzlingkai]

sehun for wkorea

[junghope]