requiem

demon — Kim Jonghyun, 24 years old R/S: the only one rooms in 1A, Aqua Dormitory classes | tracking | disclaimer

[kimjonghyun-ia]

When It Mattered || Jjongwoo

[kimjonghyun-ia]

minwoo-ia:

Prince would be fine, Minwoo mused to himself, looking at the water in his glass as he tilted it a little from one side to the other. He listened to Jonghyun talk but did not look at him, it hurt too much. Everything just hurt so much and it happened so much. At the same time, nothing happened at all. Destiny was just a lousy excuse for things to happen, Minwoo thought in a scowl as he sipped from the water and finally looked at Jonghyun who was looking away. “Their bond is not just a bond it is everything, it is family. If you can’t rely on…” he paused. Right. Jonghyun and the subject of family was perhaps not the best angle to continue this conversation. “nevermind.” He muttered, putting the glass down before he would break it. 

“Since you returned, have you even been in love with me?” He asked, honestly curious now even if the truth would hurt probably. “Like, I know that you loved me but have you been in love with me?” Was that even possible anymore with the way Jonghyun had been since he returned? Had they not fallen from one dramatic episode into another? They never really had time to breathe. 

“I don’t know if it is even worth it, everyone just keeps dying or becoming a God or going back home to go into an arranged marriage…” Minwoo shrugged “Maybe we are just supposed to be demons and cause havoc and be fine with that, what is love when you can’t even properly fall in love.” He sighed and got up. “What are you even going to do to convince me?” Minwoo said, doubt in his eyes, he was close to give up. “Why do you even want to? What do you even want?”

Have you even been in love with me? What do you even want?

Somehow Minwoo's questions managed to be the simplest and hardest to answer at the same time. And Jonghyun's long, long silence with eyes staring off into nothing probably said more than any words could have. He was still re-learning what it meant to be in love; to feel butterflies instead of just the fierce fire in his stomach that would protect Minwoo from the entire world if necessary. "If I knew what I'm going to do, I would have already convinced you and we wouldn't be having this conversation," the demon replied with a wry, humorless twitch of his lips before dragging both of his hands across his face; a deep, deep sigh escaping his chest. Of course his usual way with words became sluggish and clumsy when everything he loved and cared about was on the line.

"I-- I want to fall in love with you again. Having that taken from me was never your fault. I want us to have a safe space in which we can be together without worrying that everything will be taken from us again, I want--" Breaking off, his voice became more quiet. "I want to kill my father. I want to finally be free of him so that I can allow myself to fall in love with you again. I want us to have a future. Because despite everything, I look at you and I still see everything I hold dear in this world. When we first met you made me realize that creatures like us can be more than the darkness and the chaos within them -- and now I want to make you remember it, too."

He wasn't pleading, not really. Instead Jonghyun simply let truth flow from his lips, truth that Minwoo could either reject or accept but he wasn't going to force him; not this time. Not ever again.

[thomas-ia]

The essence || Jonghyun & Thomas

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thomas-ia:

Casual meeting between two normal friends. The fact that it was a betrayed demon and a ex-possessed witch cast aside, kind of, not really. Kind of hard to ignore when it was literally the mammoth in the room. “Tea is important.” Thomas said, he was from London after all. He smiled as he grabbed the cups and placed one in front of the demon and poured the hot substance. The soft damps twirling up into the air. 

He scrunched when he felt the other’s eyes on him, he sensed the curiosity and his hazels connected with the eyes of the demonic entity. Knowing eyeing the other man “busy.” He said and he sat down, shoving the plate with food towards Jonghyun. He knew demons and dark spawn could sense some of what had happened to him. Kyungsoo could but only partially due to him being ‘just’ an arachnid and a half blood at that. Mister Key had been very unhappy about it all, which made Thomas even more unhappy. 

Zitao had told him ‘cool tats’ sarcastically before he hugged him and refused to let him go for a very uncomfortable hour where they watched porn as Zitao was petting his hair. 

Thom was hardly surprised Jonghyun saw something, sensed something right away. “You know, the usual, get good grades, insult the theater professor, get possessed in a dark demonic realm and get my insides ripped apart, I got the new Nintendo Switch too, you wanna see? Zelda is like, super cool.” 

Wow. The demon was very familiar with distraction tactics and strategies on how to deflect an important issue, but even he had to respect the level on which Thomas tried to brush some very important pieces of information past him. With his brows knitting together for a moment, Jonghyun lifted one hand as if he could physically reach out and pause the fabric of time -- or at least the flow of words coming from the witch’s mouth. “Hold up,” he half-interrupted. “While I’m sure that Zelda is a lot of fun, whoever that is,” apparently a video-game figure and therefore much more up Minwoo’s alley, the one person he preferred not to think about right now, “I think there was something far more valuable in that sentence you just threw at me. You got possessed?”

Perhaps he should feel bad for immediately thinking of his brother, the former demon and now fullblood poltergeist with a heart full of malice and a head full of mischief. There was one detail, however, that did not fit into the horror scenario he felt tempted to paint in his mind. “In a .. demonic realm? How the hell did you get to a place like that to begin with?”

An almost protective undertone accompanied the last sentence, though Jonghyun himself remained unaware of it. The witch was good and in a lot of ways too pure to make it out of a demon realm alive, so he could only assume that the story behind this had to be really interesting. “Are you,” he eyed the other now, not with fear or suspicion but interest and just a tinge of worry, “alright now? Fully yourself?” A charming and not-so-subtle way of asking if Thomas’ possession had been a permanent thing.

[kimjonghyun-ia]

House On Fire || Jieun & Jonghyun

[kimjonghyun-ia]

leejieun-ia:

It had been quite sometime since she had last happened upon the demon but as with most of their kind time didn’t really matter. He looked good, at least appearance wise, one never knew about the rest. Her brow rose at the fact that he was sitting outside of a diner with no plan of getting food. Jonghyun had always been a bit strange but this took the cake…the cake he could get inside the diner.

He spoke again and now her attention was fully on the male. Well technically doing the right thing could be considered subjective. Don’t we all think what we’re doing is the right thing?“ He was giving her a decision, leave him be sitting strangely quiet outside of this diner or listen to whatever seemed to be his problem. Like he didn’t know which one she would choose. 

Turning to face Jonghyun, she laid her folded arms on the back of the bench resting her cheek there. "What if I wish you a good evening of unloading your personal problems upon your dear old friend?” It certainly seemed like a good idea to her and she flashed him a gentle smile.  

“You know I’m always here to listen. Or if you’d rather not talk we can just sit here admiring the diner and I promise even though it will be hard,  I won’t tease you….much." 

Oh, how he adored her. It was not often that Jonghyun allowed himself to realize just how attached he felt to a few select people, nor how much they’d been through together -- and Jieun was (next to Minwoo, which was a different case altogether) the only one who’d stayed with him throughout all these years. And even though he did not feel the need to talk about his problems often, in a way she was the only one he trusted with the weight of his burden right now. A small snort escaped him at the mention of teasing, but the blond already shook his head. While it felt tempting to just sit here and watch, that would solve nothing.

“She thinks I’m dead,” he began out of nowhere, his voice quiet as he continued to stare at the diner across the street. “The woman right there.” One hand lifted so that Jonghyun could point at the elderly woman currently setting two plates of food down on a table by the window; her hair still dark and full, but even at this distance the first signs of age could be seen on her face and in the way she carried herself. How easy it would be for her to just look up and see him sitting there, although Jonghyun wasn’t sure what would happen then.

“She ... I used to call her mother. A human. Back when I didn’t know who I was myself and she gave me a home -- the first one I ever had, or so I thought back then. For a while I forgot about her. When I was ... different,” the demon frowned, the memories of that time now unpleasant and painful where they’d once made him feel powerful and whole. “I rejected the idea of ever having depended on someone as weak as a human. Now four years have passed, she had to grieve and let me go and I don’t know if I should leave her to carry on with her life or walk in there. Bring this whole mess of what my life has become back into hers as well. She doesn’t deserve that, I suppose. Sometimes it’s-- it’s still strange to say how I feel about her.”

He was talking in riddles and jumbled fragments more than anything now, rambling without noticing it as the memories and twisted truths about his past began to entwine and slowly wrap around his mind. Even years after his supposed death -- and what had felt like dying a hundred times over -- Jonghyun suffered from side effects and while he never spoke about it these days, it were moments like these that made his struggle evident. The struggle to separate the truth from the brainwashed versions his father had made him believe; something that Jonghyun often thought of as a mosaic with jagged or mismatching pieces in it.

And while he’d spoken, the look on the demon’s face had shifted more and more into one of conflict and frustration. “I want to see her and tell her that I’m alive, but at the same time it sounds like the worst idea I’ve had in ages. So for once I guess I don’t know what to do,” he added now, dry and sarcastic.

[zoe-ia-deactivated20190809]

Talk to Me: Jonghyun & Zoe

[kimjonghyun-ia]

zoe-ia:

@kimjonghyun-ia

Jonghyun. A name she knew, a face she saw, but a man she never encountered.  They had one class together, but never did she approach him once. She wasn’t afraid of course, it was just—she never had the reason to and he rarely showed up to class. Plus, he seemed like a creature that had an invisible warning label that stated, “don’t waste my time.” However, now that she was starting with a new class, she saw the names on it and again, his name showed up.

There was a 25% chance that he’d show up to Battle and Tactics II class, on her first day, and if she was lucky, she would like to sit next to him, of course with a reason this time: to have a quick overview of the class and the professor. Well, he was passing stealth and sneaking class even with a poor attendance. He should be able to say something… right?

Entering the noisy classroom, Zoe surveyed the four corners of the room. Luck made her eyes sparkle in joy as she found the man and an empty seat next to him. Without hesitation, she approached him. “Hi, is this seat taken? I hope not.”

Tagging: @faybelle-ia & @kimnamjoon-ia

Jonghyun noticed her simply because she was new. Not to this school, not to him, but to this very class and the demon had long made it a habit to at least recognize the people around him even if he couldn’t be bothered to learn all their names. This girl fell under the same category due to the fact that they had never spoken to each other before and she did not seem like a threat or in any other way important enough for the demon to memorize her name -- yet clearly, something about today seemed determine to change things.

Having returned his gaze to the window shortly after she entered the classroom, it came as a little surprise to suddenly hear her voice so close by; golden-brown eyes quickly flickering back to his right and the still empty seat next to him. She wanted to sit here? Now that was something Jonghyun had not anticipated. For a moment his expression reflected that confusion as he blinked, only to recover mere seconds later and gesture towards the chair instead. “All yours,” was the accompanying remark he made, letting his gaze wander across the classroom out of sheer curiosity for a moment as if he expected to see someone this girl should know better than him, but he doubted that she decided to just be social because they happened to vaguely know each other.

“You’re ...” A pause, as her name still escaped the demon and thus forced him to rephrase. “In my Stealth Class, are you not? You seem familiar,” he said instead, turning a little towards her on his own seat -- still unsure of what this whole thing was about, but willing to listen and participate. 

[hyungwon-ia]

Heaven Help Us ~ Jonghyun!Hyungwon

[kimjonghyun-ia]

hyungwon-ia:

Make your choice They say you’ve been pleading Someone save us

Hands shoved in his pocket as he leaned against the wall, Hyungwon ignored the titters and stares from fellow classmates and people as they passed him by. He’d been waiting close to two hours now in hopes that the person he was looking for would show and he was prepared to wait all day it meant getting what he wanted.

A sigh left his lips as he ran through his plans again. He needed to get to the demon realm, to do this he needed the help of a demon and one that would be strong enough to navigate them to the darker areas. Even he wasn’t dumb enough to attempt such a trip on his own, the demon realm was exactly the kind of place fools thought to conquer before ending up as slaves or worse.

Finally the afternoon bell was rining and people were flooding out of the classes. Brown eyes skimmed over students in a bored manner before finally they landed on the one he had come to find.

“Hey.” He approached the other, hand still in his pocket in a casual manner as he lifted his chin in greeting. "You Jonghyun? Mind if we talk for a moment? I have a request, the paying kind if you’re interested in it.“

@kimjonghyun-ia

If Jonghyun had known that something like payment and danger would be involved in the remainder of his day, he would have skipped class much sooner and saved the other man a lot of time instead of making him wait. Alas, the demon was no clairvoyant or psychic and therefore entirely oblivious to his intentions when an unfamiliar student approached him on his way outside after classes ended, making the demon slow and then stop entirely upon hearing his name. First his brow lifted, then the corner of his mouth followed suit in a much more subtle manner -- while Jonghyun usually didn’t like being at a disadvantage, in this case not knowing the other’s identity, he did not mind it as much when it meant that someone had done their research in order to make what sounded like an interesting offer.

“I am,” he confirmed, studying the other for a moment without any hint of subtlety before tilting his head towards one of the smaller corridors leading away from the classrooms. “And if my intuition is correct, this request is nothing to be discussed among so many people, is it? Come.” Leading him away from the crowd of other students, a flick of Jonghyun’s wrist soon opened the door to an unused classroom on his right; allowing the demon to step in after a last glance over his shoulder to make sure that no one was following them. Or watching, for that matter.

“So. You need something and you’re willing to pay me for it? Without yet knowing what I want?” Granted, the blond was teasing him just to see if he could; testing how confident this stranger was in his own quest because that above all would decide if Jonghyun deemed it worth his time. People didn’t come to him for petty bargains if they had invested enough effort into gaining information about him. “Let’s hear it then -- first you tell me who you are and then we’ll see what I can do for you.”

[emiliaaraunai]

Turn that sad frown upside down \\Jonghyun&Emilia

[kimjonghyun-ia]

emilia-ia:

`Can´t you see that I am putting in every inch of effort I can muster? Anyhow, you don’t like horses? Or is the thunderstorm above your head so bad that nothing can cheer you up? “ She asked and then snorted “When I dance it involves other bodies or poles, I don’t do silly dances, I do have some standards.” 

“And if I had any interest in women, you’d be the first one I’d ask for a dance,” the demon replied, openly amused and -- ironically -- not as grumpy as he had been minutes ago. Even though it wasn’t exactly the song of good cheer that did the cheering, this woman somehow managed to brighten his evening nonetheless. “I believe you can find your standards a couple of bars further down the street though, yes?”

[kimjonghyun-ia]

vee-ia:

          Vee beamed at the stranger “I am 519 months sir!” He replied. “And slightly pure, but I also have some unseelie blood in me but you don’t see that from the outside out!”

“Unseelie?” The demon echoed, brows raising a bit in surprise and (for once genuine) curiosity about his latest innocent friend. “What’s that?”

[geist-suwoong-blog]

I'll fill the graveyards until I have you. {Kim Brothers}

[kimjonghyun-ia]

suwoong-ia:

“My stupid little brother, still unable to see that I went away to help you, to help us… Do you still not believe me when I told you I went to work to earn money so we could send you to a place where your powers would be honed?” He pressed his lips together “I guess you got the unlimited power and rage that I did not get from our unlucky heritage…” He sighed, two-colored eyes wandering off to the side. “I know you were angry with me but I thought… foolishly perhaps that a child would always be angry and wouldn’t understand cause and effect. That it would get better in time…” 

He watched Jonghyun as he spoke and his brows furrowed “I only felt hatred for the past years, Jonghyun dong saeng.” There was a pause in his words “I felt it stop, and I was angry I had not been the one that stopped it.” But there had been more, there had been grieving within the poltergeist and confusion for he should have disappeared but he didn’t. WIthout purpose he lived for a while before the anger returned and he slowly found his way back to where his brother was. 

“Lying and pretending is not in my blood, and it isn’t in yours if you don’t let it. You use our father as an excuse but you chose to be what you are, you chose to make me what I am now.” He pressed his lips together “Do you think I enjoy this endless hell of death?”

Perhaps Jonghyun would notice or realize later how calm and collected the giest was, how he was different from months ago when his only need had been to torture the demon in front of him. Something was changing within Suwoong, slowly but steadily. It was a mixture of being adored by people, something he had not experienced since he died, and being close to his little brother. Someone he had loathed and loved his whole death. 

“Death could not do us apart, even when you tried so hard. I always wanted you to suffer for your sins but it seems like father has taken care of a lot of suffering already… I feel like I should be glad he took that upon him but I feel…” 

He frowned 

“I am angry at him for hurting my little brother. He had no right to hurt you like that, he has no claim over you. I should have punished you, not him, not like that. It only made you more like what you were back then, not less. It isn’t right.”

“He made me remember what I did to you.” The demon sounded thoughtful, almost vulnerable. How strange it felt to be anything other than hateful in his brother’s presence -- and while Belial might have given him back the memories of his childhood, only Suwoong could remind him of how they used to make him feel. How much he had loved the person in front of him, too much. “And for a while, it was all I knew,” he continued now, unaware that he was about to explain something not even Minwoo knew in this much detail.

“It .. was what shaped the world, because he took everything else from me. I couldn’t remember what it felt like to love or to have a shred of compassion for somebody, I just had the anger inside me from when I was a child. And it .. felt like I was doing the right thing for a very long time.”

A time, in which he nearly managed to drive away everybody he’d ever cared for and brought his fiance to a physical and mental breaking point. He regretted it nowadays, more than anything. But could this, taken further, mean that what he did to Suwoong back then had been wrong too? No. A frown twisted the younger’s face into a grimace for a fleeting second. “If you were to punish me, wouldn’t you take away what I love, as well? Would you not turn me into who I was back then?”

Glowing eyes flickered back up towards the geist, the energy barrier still separating them and blurring Suwoong’s silhouette ever so slightly when he tried to focus too much on seeing him. “It is the version of me you hate the most,” Jonghyun said, voice dipping until it was barely more than a whisper. “Shouldn’t that make it easier for you to kill me?”

[kimjonghyun-ia]

vee-ia:

          “Why would you lie to yourself, isn’t that counterproductive?” Vee asks, honestly confused. “Why would the truth be too much to handle? You have to handle it anyway, so why hide? That seems stupid.”

Eyeing the boy in silence for a few seconds, the demon allowed a light huff to pass his lips. Perhaps he had been too eager and quick with his praise. “You’re still pretty young, aren’t you?” Jonghyun mused, not even trying to sound offensive. “Or at least .. pure.” And that got his lips to twitch a little.

[kimjonghyun-ia]

🌹 = How would your muse react to romantic gestures, expected or not? 🌷 = Is your muse likely to be the one to make the first move, or would they wait for the other to make a move first? 🎁 = Does your muse become flattered to receive gifts? 

🌹 = How would your muse react to romantic gestures, expected or not?

IT DEPENDS, there’s Jonghyun with Minwoo and then Jonghyun with other people. With Minwoo, if it’s expected, he can be surprisingly sweet and appreciative. Unexpected romantic gestures would likely result in a bit of embarrassment and Jonghyun getting flustered, because he doesn’t know how to respond. But he would love them all the same.

With others, it can only be unexpected and in that case, he would just be the epitome of this gif honestly:

“Good for you. Moving on.”

🌷 = Is your muse likely to be the one to make the first move, or would they wait for the other to make a move first?

He will make the first move, unless the other person beats him to it. That being said, if he doesn’t feel like the circumstances are right yet (which is why he hasn’t made another proposal to Minwoo these past years, he can’t protect him and ensure his safety the way he wants/feels is required with his father still on the loose), he will wait even if the other person is also not making any moves. 

🎁 = Does your muse become flattered to receive gifts?

OHOHOHOH. He’s the son of a demon who -- in this canon -- literally requires people to make offerings to him if they want to summon him or his services and Jonghun absolutely inherited that personality trait. Gifts are great and one of the easiest ways to get on his good side; to the point where that kind of flattery is actually one of his weaknesses.

[kimjonghyun-ia]

💗

Would your muse prefer a large, public proposal, or do they prefer a small, private one?

A small private one like the one he had with @minwoo-ia, definitely. Jonghyun is private in his affections and as much as he likes to show when somebody belongs to him, actual acts of love and commitment are not done in front of a big audience with him.

[memes4u]

☆ Headcanon Prompts ☆          Love and Romance

💔 = Has your muse ever been heartbroken? If so, explain what happened. 

🌹 = How would your muse react to romantic gestures, expected or not? 

🌷 = Is your muse likely to be the one to make the first move, or would they wait for the other to make a move first? 

🎁 = Does your muse become flattered to receive gifts? 

😍 = Does your muse have any crushes? If so, who are they? 

😘 = Does your muse like to flirt? Do they like to be flirted with? 

❤️ = Does your muse focus on one person, or do they like to go and date as many people as possible?

💛 = In what ways does your muse express their love to their partner? 

💚 = Does your muse get jealous easy? 

💙 = Does your muse prefer a night out or a night in? 

💜 = Does your muse date others based on their appearance or personality, or both? 

♡ = Is there any kind of person that your muse will never date? 

💞 = Does your muse believe in soulmates? 

💘 = Does your muse believe in astrology signs? If so, what sign are they most compatible with? And is this important when considering a date? 

💗 = Would your muse prefer a large, public proposal, or do they prefer a small, private one? 

💵 = Is money an important factor to consider when dating? Does your muse prefer rich partners? 

💎 = What kind of gemstone would your muse prefer on their engagement or wedding ring? 

💍 = Big or small wedding? 

💅🏻 = Does your muse always try to look their best around their partner, or are they comfortable wearing anything around them?

[kimjonghyun-ia]

When It Mattered || Jjongwoo

[kimjonghyun-ia]

minwoo-ia:

Depression was not the romantic pit that only needed a ladder to get out of, Minwoo had learned this a long time ago and no gesture like a ball or a simple apology or even a fight to the death would solve it all. Love was not forever, nothing was sacred and he was a demon that had seen heaven. 

He dreamed of the gates in his sleep, as the day turned into night outside and his lover woke up, he dreamed of the entrance to heaven where he walked, angelic wings large and proud behind him as he stepped, every step heavy. The holy blessing that washed over him better than anything he had ever felt and as he walked through the streets angels smiled at him, his brother hugged him, laughing and talking about something- then more serious asking about his assignment and Jaejoong’s face popped up. First younger with long hair and without scars but he grew up and the lines of his face became harder and while his skin never scarred, his soul did double. He ruined it all. 

Minwoo did not even know whether it was about him or Youngmin anymore. It was foolish to blame the halfblood for everything but somewhere, deep down, he knew that Jaejoong had been a factor. If Minwoo had not had an escape, someone to love him, would he have drifted so far away? He shivered in his sleep as his fingers grasped at the sheets before he woke up in darkness. 

First thing he noticed was the heartbeat of Jonghyun, while soothing also alarming. Danger was not gone, danger was present. He got up, slowly, every bone and muscle in his body hurt as he groaned and rubbed his eyes, dried blood falling in flakes from his face before he looked at the other man sitting there. 

“Prince gone?” He asked in a raspy voice and got out of bed, walking to the kitchen and getting a glass. Pouring himself a glass of water, drinking it and then filling it again before returning to the room. He sat on the edge of the bed, biting his bottom lip. 

“I always thought that love was everything we needed, everything anyone needed to survive.” He said after a moment of silence. “It isn’t though, love is just one of the things that keeps us alive. My parents split-” He paused again, eyes on the glass of water “and they were the most committed and strong couple I ever met.” Not even the prospect of his sister returning had been enough to keep them together. “Maybe we aren’t meant to be after all.” 

Watching Minwoo wake up felt .. strange. Here was the one he'd devoted himself to, the one who knew him more intimately than anyone else and who had been by his side for the past four years, yet something about him felt foreign. Like a new side of him had finally become visible for the elder demon and while his appearance remained the same, something inside had changed.

"Yeah," he replied quietly to the question about Prince, eyes flickering over the mess of a dorm room they had left. "Can't blame him, really." The giant dog would be back, Jonghyun had no doubt that he could take care of himself outside for a day -- or go to someone else and beg for treats and a place to nap. That seemed more likely than anything else. He followed that train of thought for a moment, noticing on the edges of his consciousness how Minwoo moved around and then sat down on the bed again, began to speak.

His words hurt, because they were the truth -- one among many that had been traded between them today, necessary ones but still cutting deep. "It's a decision," Jonghyun said after swallowing the bitter taste in his mouth, not looking up straight away as he chose his words with care this time; the blinding anger long gone from his system along with the previous loss of blood and oxygen. "We were foolish to assume that everything would work out, just because it felt like we're meant to be. You lose each other without effort, whether it's destiny or not, but .."

The blond pressed his lips together. "I'm sorry about your parents. I know how much their bond meant to you, but that they broke doesn't mean you're following the same path. It's a conscious choice." A small pause followed. "And one that I will keep trying to convince you not to make. Because even with this, I don't .. feel right just saying that we shouldn't attempt to fix what broke."

Now, Jonghyun's eyes finally lifted to look back up at the other demon. "We weren't meant for a fairytale wedding and a happily ever after the way we first pictured it, but that doesn't mean there can't be something good for us. We'll just have to decide whether we want it. With more than just blind faith in our love this time. From both of us.”

[kimjonghyun-ia]

House On Fire || Jieun & Jonghyun

[kimjonghyun-ia]

leejieun-ia:

This was her favorite time to be out. The sun was dipping lower in the sky as daylight waned and night time would soon be upon her. People hustled and bustled past her with places to go, families to see and meals to prepare. It was nice to imagine what exactly their lives were like, who were they so quickly running to, ready to see. 

Taking a sip of the now slightly tepid coffee in her hand the angel sighed softly. “Now you really do taste like a crappy cheap cup of coffee.“ A dollar wasted indeed. Her attempt to toss it into a near by trashcan failed and her face scrunched up in distaste; her aim was never good outside of combat. As she moved forward to pick the cup up, her gaze was awkwardly level with a bench a bit further down the street. More so her eyes had been drawn to the person sitting on the bench, a face she hadn’t encountered in…months? Jonghyun..

These days it was rare for their paths to cross in the academy, even more rare for them to ever bump into each other outside campus walls.The cup was forgotten as she rose and quietly proceeded forward until she was slipping onto the seat a few inches from the demon. 

“You know…most people would just go inside and order the diner special rather than watch people eat it through the window.”

Jonghyun felt her presence more than anything, at first. Even with her wings as black as the night, Jieun still had a special aura around her; one that the demon wasn't going to forget no matter how long they went without seeing each other. His eyes never shifted away from the diner while she sat down next to him, but they did close upon her comment; accompanied by a quiet exhale. "True."

For a small, silly moment he felt tempted to ask her to go inside and order something for him, anything, as long as she came back with stories of how the woman inside responded, whether she seemed healthy or happy. But the demon had always been good at suppressing sentiments. "Then again, unlike most people I am not here for the food," he confessed instead, giving his voice a light tone and offering Jieun a small smile. A smile, which faded just as quickly again as the previous stern expression settled across his features once more.

"I'm here to do the right thing, something that force of habit often prevented me from in the past, but .. problem is, I'm not sure what's right anymore." Casting another glance towards the woman by his side, Jonghyun couldn't help but wonder if karma may have nudged her this way; at least Jieun was still one of the two people in his life whom he trusted. And somehow that made it easier to give her a choice, rather than to push her away.

"You have about one last chance to wish me a good evening and be on your way right here, otherwise I'm about to unload a bunch of personal problems onto you." The demon's lips twitched once again. "Fair warning."

[emiliaaraunai]

Turn that sad frown upside down \\Jonghyun&Emilia

[kimjonghyun-ia]

emilia-ia:

Surely it filled her heart with sunshine all the while when she made people smile. She was just that kind of person. This man however was more depressing than a crying widow (who now started to claw at a poor waiter, sobbing). “It is a social experiment, if it works, the boy said it would. Maybe I need his youngish cheer for it to work. Just give me a joyful grin and you will fill me with good cheer.”

It wasn’t quite a joyful grin, more a twitch of his lips that the woman got in response, but it was something. “If it’s an experiment for good cheer you’re after, shouldn’t you put in a bit more effort?” He asked, brows lifting as he eyed her across the whiskey glass now being lifted to his lips. “Like, doing that little song and dance yourself? You look like it’d fill up your heart with sunshine.”

[emiliaaraunai]

Turn that sad frown upside down \\Jonghyun&Emilia

[kimjonghyun-ia]

emilia-ia:

@kimjonghyun-ia​ -  Send me a song and I’ll choose some lyrics for a starter!  - Pinkie Pie’s Smile Song 

“ I’ll work real hard and do my best to turn that sad frown upside down.” She says, sarcasm obvious, as she sits down next to the man in he club and then shows him an abhorrent video of a cartoon horse singing a song. “One of my students showed me this, he said it made him happy and you are the most depressing fucking person in this entire bar and that includes the sobbing widow in the corner that had her monster-boyfriend killed by a hunter.” She placed a whiskey in front of the other “Here you go.”

It was true that some days were dark and lonely, making people feel sad until someone showed them that it wasn’t that bad. In this case, the unknown woman with a glass of whiskey looked like a good start. Glancing down to where she’d put the drink in front of him and then towards the screen that was all but shoved under his nose, Jonghyun had a hard time deciding whether this was a prank, a really bad attempt at initiating a conversation or if maybe his face was really made of that much frown. Surely he couldn’t be more depressing than a crying widow, he mused while letting his eyes flicker over to the table in question for a split second, then back to the screen. Somehow he got the feeling that the whiskey was there to make this whole thing more bearable.

“.. Do you always show people singing horses when you want to cheer them up?”

[thomas-ia]

The essence || Jonghyun & Thomas

[kimjonghyun-ia]

thomas-ia:

So, a few weeks ago Thomas had been in an ethical dilemma: telling his friend he saw the fiance of said friend cheat or not. Since his friend was a dangerous demon who Thomas suspected would definitely shoot the messenger he had opted to text him and stay very far away for a while.

However after time had passed Thomas invited Jonghyun over for lunch. Preparing coffee, tea and some sandwiches for the other as he hoped to be a good friend and wait for Jonghyun to bring up what had happened (or not).

In the meantime Thomas had gone through some…. changes as well. There were lightened veins on his face and hands, the mark of having been possessed and forcefully getting the possession out of him which brought with him a whole spectrum of new powers and problems. But that was not the subject of the lunch meet, or at least, that was what Thomas thought.

“Hey Jonghyun!” he said as he opened the door for his demonic friend. “Coffee, tea or orange juice?”

@kimjonghyun-ia

Lunch with a friend. It sounded simple and Jonghyun was determined to keep it that way, as he headed over to the Sol Solis Dormitory and up the stairs towards Thomas’ room. When he last spoke to the witch, it had ended with the revelation of Minwoo cheating on him and that in itself had brought an even more massive, more important foundation of his life crumbling down around the demon -- up to the point where he was still picking up the pieces weeks later and would continue to do so for a long time, most likely. And while he expected Thomas to ask about what had happened, the demon refused to open up to anyone just yet.

Instead a light smile was pinned to his features when Thomas opened the door and invited him in, his question immediately drawing a snort from the blond as he stepped into the room. “You don’t waste any time,” he teased. “Tea is fine though, thanks. And hey.” What Jonghyun hoped for was a relaxed afternoon with enough distraction to keep him busy for a few hours; a major part of why he’d agreed to this lunch meeting in the first place. But now that he settled down and took the time to actually study the room and his host, it soon became obvious that he wasn’t the only one who had changed in the past weeks.

A flicker of interest ghosted through the demon’s eyes, when he noticed the strange white lines on Thomas’ face -- but what seemed to be the remnants of drunk tattoo choices soon turned out to be something far more intriguing. Those were veins, Jonghyun mused. “How have you been?” He asked instead of pointing them out immediately however, knowing well enough when it paid off to be patient and subtle. Besides -- they now had the entire afternoon to themselves.