petrichor

I was born in a thunderstorm, I grew up overnight. I played alone, I played on my own, I survived. I wanted everything I never had like the love that comes with light. I wore envy and I hated that. but I survived.

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hey babies, it saddens me a lot to say goodbye to this rp, but I wanted to drop by and say that my experience here has been absolutely fantastic, I love u guys sm! you’re very very welcome to hit me up on discord @ dramaramasus#0780 even if just for a chat,, I also made a 1x1 blog @vncmous and once again,, you’re very very welcome to follow and rp w me! ♡♡♡♡♡

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( mina )

“you always get what i mean right away,” mina said as she swung her legs back and forth on top of jaejin’s kitchen counter. “you going shopping? add bean paste and noodles.” she gave him a wide smile. “please? i wanna cook something there are a few recipes i wanna try.” taking a long sip of the iced coffee she’d bought, she let the taste fade before continuing. “oh yeah, anyway, you’re right. and i do wanna avoid because i’m frankly too busy for awkward talks of ‘oh, maybe we could meet again’ and ‘i had a great time, lemme give you my number’.”

      Jaejin took pride in his ability of observing, learning new details every time ( those that might go unnoticed by some ), he liked to figure out others as if they were an unsolved MYSTERY. so what mina said was truly a compliment in his eyes, he could’t help but feel pleased at that. he nodded at her question « alright, but only if you make some for me. » he shoot the other what he hoped was a smile cute enough to convince her « do you want to come with me? » he asked while scribbling down what mina wanted in his distinctive handwriting, sometimes so indecipherable that only he could understand it. « awkward indeed, especially if you have to turn them down. sometimes I wish I was as bold as you are, I’m generally too nice for my own good. »

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( jiwoo )

her feet was up on her desk, gaze absentmindedly on the laptop screen in front of her. had anyone seen them in her office now, they might’ve assumed jaejin was talking to himself, but jiwoo was listening and even gave a nod every now and again as if to prove that he had her interest. she had followed the gwangju-case, mostly because it was a familiar name they had caught, and jiwoo had to give it to the now arrested criminal — he had certainly been creative, even if perhaps not the smartest. ❛ research or not, just make sure you clean up after yourself, ❜ she commented dismissively, finally looking up from whatever was keeping her gaze occupied on the screen. ❛ the gwangju one. morbid little thing. one with imagination though, i’ll give him that. ❜ he’s also great with knives, you should’ve seen him during training sessions. ❛ according to evidence he picked up his victims during late nights in parking garages. knocked them out with small concentrations of chloroform. ❜ she leaned in a little closer, arching a brow. ❛ victims woke up in his home, drowned in their own blood often only minutes after. he had a fun little toy for that. wanna see ? ❜

      He nodded as a sign of him understanding, he had already mastered the cleaning up after himself part after that one time a cop knocked on his door years before. “ suspicious online activity ” he had accused him of, like a murderer in their right mind would search on the internet how to dismember someone and what kind of saw was the best for it. jaejin listened intently while he scribbled down some notes, even if he was sure his mind would remember every bit of that conversation, he had always had an excellent memory. « can I ? » he asked, TREPIDATION in his voice, but it was just a formality, he would’ve started jumping up and down like a little kid hadn’t it been for his dignity. he didn’t question why the other was so compliant when most would insistently get him to leave as soon as he mentioned that he needed research material for his book. as long as he got his job done he didn’t really care what were the sources.

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( qiqiang )

          THE ATTITUDE HE possessed wasn’t one of the side effects of his illness, surprisingly enough. it had always been there, for people to hate or adore, and more often than not it was deemed provoking. at the same time there was a childlike curiosity and charm the boy carried well that seemed him able to get out of most uncomfortable situations — it gave him a green card now as well, despite him being able to notice jaejin’s ANNOYANCE even from afar. it didn’t faze q regardless — he was only here for a limited amount of time anyway. he did scoot over to give the other a hand once jaejin was close enough to reach it, and it was as if qiqiang wore a proud smile of the other’s small achievement. his words were almost humorous, a bittersweet irony — if anyone would be haunting anyone, it would be the other way around. «piece of cake though, right ?»

      Gladly taking the helping hand he finally took place right next to the other, legs  s w i n g i n g  dangerously in the void. « I guess so. » he agreed, he didn’t exactly like it, the fear of making one wrong movement STILLED him, but it wasn’t that bad either, he had to admit that. jaejin took a quick look down, he could see the top of the heads ( and even some colorful umbrellas ) of those few walking below them, some glancing openly at the two boys but not stopping. his hands were still holding onto q’s hoodie he realized soon « you’re going to catch a cold like that, put it on. » jaejin handed the fabric over while he pulled his own hood up to protect himself from those persistent thin droplets of rain.

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 ( jinhee )

        truth be told jinhee was waiting for a little more struggle for that, not that jaejin simply accepted the fact that he was throwing command over them like that —– jinhee could be drunk, but he still remembered how was their antics and the awful coexistence they had after a while. only the memory of that past made his throat close again, his fists clenched tightly to the sides of his own body ; such a d e f e n s i v e posture for someone who was literally ready to spill on the boy’s feet in front of him. ‘ i just wanted to say thank you for breaking a heart that i didn’t even know i had. ’ jinhee was now gesturing along with his words, his balance was a freaking bitch and he was almost tapping in front of the older male now. ‘ because you made me bleed from the inside and all that shit of brokenhearted poetry that we used to hear about on conceptual sites and songs that no one really cares about. you’re my king, it’s like .. i don’t believe in a god, but if i had to believe and put someone like him, you would be my god. ’ the brain seemed to be turned upside down, just as his stomach was twisting from side to side, jinhee was not caring if anyone else would hear his confession to jaejin, so much so that he didn’t even measured the volume at that the words rolled out of his tongue. ‘ you can laugh now. “oh, i broke something inside jinhee”. ’ he made a terrible imitation of the other boy’s hoarse voice, a d u l l smile appearing on his face at the same moment. ‘ because it’s  all about that, isn’t ?? make it funny about breaking the hearts of others. this has to be it. ’

      Those seemingly infinite moments of silence before the other started speaking were spent in a tranquil numbness, jaejin was sure he would be able to endure what was about to come. that was until everything came crashing down, like an avalanche. « how did I break your heart ? » he muttered and he wasn’t sure if the other had heard him over the chattering of those around them. there seemed to be an invisible barrier between them and the rest of the world, but it wasn’t soundproof even if jinhee seemed not to care about it. with every word that came out of the younger’s lips, every part of that confession ( because that seemed the only appropriate term for it ) jaejin felt himself slowly losing his breath, head spinning, a LETHAL combination of alcohol and feelings. « I can be your king, your god even, if you want it to be like that, but if these words won’t mean anything tomorrow morning..if you’re going to consider them a drunk mistake then I’m sorry, but I really can’t do this. » he found himself saying, his gaze on his fingers that were fidgeting with his sweater, a habit of his. « you know how I feel, even after what happened. I can’t help but think that this is unfair. you are being unfair. » he finally admitted, a part of him hoping that the other wouldn’t remember his words the following day, because it was probably better like that, for both of them. and maybe he was being SELFISH, moving on wasn’t easy but it surely felt  f r e e i n g. « do you really think I find that even remotely amusing ? » he ultimately raised his gaze and locked his eyes with jinhee’s. « are you afraid of getting hurt jinhee ? so much that you have to act like this ?  » and the question that had been burning on the tip of his tongue for so long was finally out.

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      « Come on! » he huffed exasperated as he struggled to drag hansol down the hall, towards the stairs that led to the upper floor. it must have surely been a hilarious sight, someone with a bright yellow chicken hat on his head tugging another smaller figure that was sporting an extremely AMUSING fried chicken costume. « I came here with this thing on my head to match with your costume, you owe me one. » he stopped his useless attempts of getting the other to move, opting for a new tactic, one that he hoped would work. what he said was the truth after all, he did wear the hat in the name of their friendship. it wasn’t like jaejin was afraid of going alone, but what fun was there in visiting a supposedly haunted floor all by himself ? things like that were surely more fun when one had company.

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      As soon as he entered the house jaejin took a look at his surroundings, dark wooden furniture and really old looking paintings that might have caught his attention in another moment didn’t that time. his eyes were avidly searching for someone in particular, minjae’s smiling FEATURES in his mind. what he supposed was once a living room was full of people, drinking, talking, faces he didn’t recognize and even some familiar ones, but certainly not who he was looking for. he decided against checking the basement or the upper floor, knowing minjae like the back of his hand he just knew those were places he would surely stay away from. texting the other would save time he decided at last as he took out his phone.

text to. min💫  : I’m here, where are you ? text to. min💫  : I can’t find you, you’re too small😇

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( jinhee )

         every moment of doing shots in any corner of the party and there was jinhee, drinking as much as he could and doing justice to a fame that didn’t haunt him —— alcohol wasn’t his best friend, damaged people do not drink to feel as a whole, he himself wasn’t trying to f o r g e t anything that consumed him from the inside, and all that jazz. pure alcohol was another story to jinhee, he would only take it after his mind was already beyond a tipsy path that he couldn’t even choose what would occupy his cup. as he himself was named, soju was a d e m o n, but he had made it as his companion for the night. ‘ ya, jaejin, we need to talk !! ’ he didn’t mind the lack of manners that was addressed to the older —– as if jinhee had at some point treated jaejin as his hyung anyway. his throat itching because of the burning that went through that night and it was the first time he had nothing in his hands if not his own d i g n i t y. ‘ you can— oh, shit. why do you have to be so cute like that, dammit. ’ the eyes pressed closed, admitting a defeat that if sober the younger would never accept. ‘ sit down, i have some things to talk about and this is going to be happening right now. ’

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      A loud sigh could be heard as the very familiar voice called him. jaejin was so used that one tone and brash behavior that he didn’t even notice the clear lack of honorifics, or actual manners for that matter. and maybe it was because of those drinks ( their taste was still LINGERING on his tongue, burning his throat ) that he turned towards the other and gave him another chance. what jinhee said next took him by surprise, never would he have imagined the younger capable of saying such things, perhaps he wasn’t the only intoxicated one. the light blush slowly spreading on his cheeks and on the back of his neck was surely due to the alcohol, or at least, that’s what he told himself. because the truth hurt more, it prickled like tiny needles in the back of his mind. he just hoped the dim light in the room hid the peachy proof on his cheeks, he didn’t need another weakness. jaejin hadn’t spoken a word, there wasn’t the need to, his actions spoke for him. and maybe he was drunk, maybe he was tired or maybe he stopped caring about those things a long time ago as he sat down and waited for the other to speak. « what do you want jinhee ? » he had to keep a FACADE after all.

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( qiqiang )

          EYES SCANNED OVER THE drinks on the table, all colored in hues that suggested they weren’t supposed to be drunk. it was ridiculously difficult to find drinks at a party that weren’t intoxicated by alcohol in dangerous quantities, but qiqiang knew the nurses would kill him if they found out — besides, he didn’t particularly CARE for the taste. trying his luck ( which by now he should’ve known was a bad idea ), q reached for a cup with blue liquid and downed it in one go only to pull a face of pure disgust. «what the fuck is that ??» he demanded to know.

     Hanging around the drink table trying to find something that was actually drinkable had been a challenge that evening and as he noticed he wasn’t the only one troubled with such problem.  « I wouldn’t drink that if I were.. » he started, but it was too late as the other downed everything in the cup. « ..you. » jaejin finished, despite it being useless. he had tried a similar drink ( a bright red one ) just minutes before and to define it AWFUL was actually a compliment. from the other’s disgusted face jaejin guessed that the different color didn’t change the terrible taste.  « that’s what you call a mistake. »

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* ghost proof, baby

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( lei )

halloween event 001.

such grandiosity is probably where most expected him to have grown up inside, the allegedly haunted mansion as intimidating as one would assume, and his suited form is certainly out of place inside of the spacious habitation. now lei doesn’t like to spoil the fun, ( hence why he even showed up in the first place ) but the boy has also never really been one for ghosts and shit, knowing he’s seen scarier sights in the streets of gwangsan: his neighbour changing with the window open fully, baring a less than sightly nude frontal image, angry ex’s wielding sharp butcher knives, large men with larger dogs chasing after his form. the list goes on, and really, what’s so scary about a dead victorian lady whispering your name anyways ? the key word, to lei, is that they’re dead. that means they can’t possibly do anything to him, right ?

so he decides to tempt fate, shifting past the masses of chattering people he has absolutely no intention of joining, already making a beeline for the most active scene of the house - the basement. the place certainly plays the part, creaky steps leading downwards into a room semi occupied with only the bravest of souls, a flickering light and a pipe dripping somewhere to the left of the room. what takes him off guard is the ouija board laying aimlessly on the dusted table, untouched, practically begging for somebody reckless to use it. somebody like LEI.  ‘ pssst. look what i found. ’  he calls mischievously to the person besides him, or anybody really. the dead lady could even respond at this point, but nothing was going to stop him from doing it, because hey, it looked fun in the movies. ‘ i’m gonna see if this place is haunted once and for all. you wanna join ? ’ 

      He just needed a place to rest for a few minutes, away from all the people in the crowded house and in that moment what he knew was the basement looked absolutely perfect. jaejin had heard the rumors of it being HAUNTED and while he couldn’t know if that was the truth ( even if he doubted it ) he took pride in being a rather brave person, so there was no hesitation as he walked down the stairs into the poorly illuminated room. as expected only a few dared to descend those stairs and the only familiar figure present was the one who spoke not too long after. 

he eyed the table and or rather what was on it and before he could stop himself he had already agreed « count me in. » perhaps it was because of his state in between tipsy and completely drunk that those words slipped out of his lips. it wasn’t like he hadn’t made his fair number of researches on it but it was back when he was a teen and he wasn’t really interested in ghosts and paranormal activities anymore. but it was INTRIGUING, he had to admit, he never got to actually try a ouija board and if there was a right time for everything maybe that was it. jaejin felt a bit reckless that night.

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( minjae )

it wasn’t that minjae was uncomfortable around jae. quite the opposite, he really enjoyed the other’s company. but when his gaze fixed on minjae he couldn’t help but feel the heat creep back into his cheeks. it was as if he was aware of every fibre of his being; the stiffness in his back, the hair raised on his arms, the parts still touching jaejin. still, the words made sense and minjae chose to focus on that instead. “sure, people write,” minjae mused quietly. “few people are actually good at it though, especially enough to get published.” it was hard to hide the pride in his voice, because he knew how hard jaejin worked, and how rare it was for him to take a day off like this. he deserved every bit of praise he could get, in minjae’s opinion. suddenly, spending time on his own work at a day like this seemed utterly irrelevant. “i should stop working,” he decided, “this is your day off, we should do something more fun than watching me edit videos.” he made sure that all his work was saved before he shut his lap top and turned his body slightly toward jae. “what do you want to do?”

      Averting his gaze when he spotted a rosy blush settling on minjae’s cheeks was a reflex, something he did when he knew the other was somehow uneasy. sometimes he didn’t even realize if his stare got intense, he just liked observing and noticing the small details all around him. jaejin felt the beginning of a smile forming on his lips at the other’s words. he wasn’t someone that denied their talents in the name of humility, in fake modesty. jaejin knew very well what his skills were, but praises ( especially those coming from minjae ) always managed to leave him with a warm feeling spreading in his chest, and a hint of flattered astonishment. and there usually was no need for many words between them, a tacit agreement, only a touch of his hand to show his GRATITUDE. « it’s not like I usually do much in my days off. this is my idea of fun, » he admitted with a small laugh as he watched minjae turn off his laptop « but I suppose I could do something different. » he paused for a moment, thinking « how about going to the arcade ? I haven’t been there in such a long time. » years had passed, images of his teenage years flooding his mind.

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     Whenever jaejin visited the library he always had a book he wanted to read, be it because of an intriguing plot, the positive reviews that made it outstanding in his eyes or even just a nice cover, it would always be under his arm in less than a few minutes. that time, however, he stepped into the place on a whim, out of pure boredom. he liked the sense of familiarity the library gave him, it was quiet and organized, a bit like him, so it wasn’t rare to see him wandering around just to take a look, after the oh so wanted novel was finally in his hands. but that time his BEWILDERMENT must have been obvious, from the way he barely contained a sigh escaping his lips while his hands picked up and put back in place several different books, one after the other; reading summaries and excerpts ( none of them fully catching his attention ) and turning pages after pages until the inked words slowly became just an ensemble of unrecognizable characters.

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do you believe in second chances?

« to an extent. some deserve second chances, some don’t. »

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do you think it's possible to like someone even if you know this person won't ever like you back?

« it’s not that I think it’s possible, I know it is. »

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If it meant it would solve all world hunger, war, disease and bigotry, would you spend the rest of eternity in Hell?

« um, if we consider the requirements to be thrown down there then I would be doomed, might as well sacrifice myself for a greater good. I personally wouldn’t mind meeting satan, bet he’s actually a nice guy..I mean, maybe everything about him is just a big misunderstanding.. »

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u got any crushes ;)

« if you count my crush for lee dong wook then yes, I do have one. »