willow.

lou. she/her sideblog for my babies with agnes. don't reblog if you're not agnes. “ tell loneliness to talk with me, that I had to go away because I am a soldier, and that there where I am, under rain or under fire, my love, I wait for you.” — Pablo Neruda, “Letter on the Road”

[yibyeol]

"ah — " truth be told, she hasn't really expected him to be home. not until she's right in front of his door, having knocked several times while still thinking about how she could pretend she hasn't made the trip all the way if no one answered the door. "you're home." jean says blankly, staring at his face for a moment. only then does she seem to remember the reason she came at all, lifting the bag in her hand with a small, casual shrug. "i accidentally made too much japchae. i'm here to pass you that."

[leejiieuns]

Luca's evening was not going well. Three rewrites of his research paper later and he was still unsatisfied, although truthfully, his dissatisfaction had more to do with the message he'd received from his sister rather than the actual paper. But, as per usual, he had no other way of dealing with the news of his mother's homecoming, so his paper (and his sister) became the receiving end of his frustrations. Sighing, he had just stood up to grab another cup of coffee when he heard the knock on his door. The surprise was evident on his features when he saw Jean, and he titled his head ever so slightly as he regarded her. "Well, this is my place," he said matter-of-factly, surprise turning to amusement. "That's quite the trip for something you could have handed to me at the office." The words were out of his mouth before he could even stop them, and he inwardly chastised himself. "Actually, I need the distraction. Do you want to come in?"

[yibyeol]

her fingers tighten slightly around her cards, eyes narrowing just enough. "i don't know, you tell me. i think you seem the type anyway. there's a lack of — " yeonju gestures with her cards vaguely, as if that explains just exactly how he makes her feel just by playing cards together " — something with you." almost rolling her eyes, she reminds herself it's just some silly card games that she really, really wants to win, and that she should have better attitude to someone offering her a place to stay. "oh, don't flatter yourself. i got over you ages ago." and then she sits up straighter, determined to redirect her focus back on the game. "go on, try not to cheat this time. you look suspicious every single round to me."

[leejiieuns]

Despite of himself and his need to never let anyone know what or how he was feeling, a small smile appeared on Junho's face. He would never say it out loud, and he hadn't even realized it until it was happening, but he missed this; getting to spend time with Yeonju. He thought he'd managed to destroy the part of himself that still longed for her, and yet, there it was. "Or maybe I'm just very good at this game," he said, lifting a shoulder in a shrug before he took a card from the deck, his smirk growing as he reshuffled them and placed a complete set on the table. "I don't think it has anything to do with heart or conscience. I just have a pretty good poker face, unlike you." Junho straightened, lifting his gaze to meet hers, his tone teasing and playful. "It's a good thing you're in accounting. You'd make a terrible lawyer, Cha Yeonju."

[yibyeol]

"maybe that just means i still have a heart and a conscience. sound familiar?"

[leejiieuns]

"Are you insinuating I don't have a heart or a conscience?" Junho inquired, eyebrows furrowing as he regarded her. Not that he really had any ground to stand on to protest otherwise, the last few years being evidence and all. Still, he hardly thought that comment was necessary for a game of Go Fish. "You know," he started, lowering his gaze to his cards as he shuffled them. "-- the sooner you get over me, the easier this whole living together situation would be." A ghost of a smirk played upon his lips.

[yibyeol]

"and you say that like you wouldn’t do the same to me the first chance you got. lucky for you, i'm also very open to negotiation."

[leejiieuns]

James chuckled, unable to say she was wrong, because he was there to kill her, after all. "It's my lucky day then," he said, the smile not slipping off his face, but he remained guarded. After all, if she was as good as the report he was given said she was, she could kill him in a second. "How about you don't kill me and just let me do my job? It's nothing personal, I promise."

[yibyeol]

"i'm afraid you'll have to narrow it down. lots of things happened here — are we talking about the thing from last night, or the thing from earlier today? or the thing from five minutes ago?" typical move from him, answering a question with another. "why, something bothering you?"

[leejiieuns]

"I just want to learn more about you, is all," Wren said after throwing him a look, not at all surprised that he wasn't very forthcoming on anything about himself. "Everything here is just..." she looked around, trying to find the right word before her gaze fell on his again. "..interesting. It just makes me curious about what your life was like. I mean, surely this has a story?" She looked at him expectantly, gesturing to the artifact on the shelf nearest to her.

[yibyeol]

"you waited for me? with breakfast too?"

[leejiieuns]

"Of course, I did," she said, grinning at him before she placed another set of side dishes on the table between them. "First official breakfast in our new place, we need to have it together." Iseul sat on the other side, unable to hide her excitement over the apartment. Finally, she thought. "I also may have cooked way too much, so I hope you're hungry."

[yibyeol]

"i had a dream about you."

[leejiieuns]

"Oh?" She turned to look at him, unable to stop the surprise from showing on her face. "What was it about?" God, how could she even stay calm about this? He had a way of making her feel like her heart was beating at a hundred miles per hour. "You know," she started, trying to sound even just a little bit nonchalant, but sure she was failing. "I read somewhere that if you dream about someone it means you were thinking of them."

[yibyeol]

"looks like it's just us again."

[leejiieuns]

Seungmin had to stop the sides of his lips from lifting, knowing that what they were doing wasn't a smiling matter -- and yet, he was pleased. He always liked it better when he was able to spend some time alone with Harim. "I actually prefer it sometimes," he said slowly, almost reluctantly, as if he was afraid of the confession, lifting gaze from the documents he was reading to meet hers, only slightly worried he looked too excited. "I mean -- I like the quiet when it's just the two of us. The others can be so chaotic sometimes." A soft chuckle escaped his lips.

[leejiieuns]

❛ are you going to kill me? ❜

[leejiieuns]

❛ can i ask… what happened? ❜

[leejiieuns]

❛ can you forgive me? ❜

[leejiieuns]

❛ you’re not a very convincing liar. ❜

[soulprompts]

" WILL THEY, WON'T THEY? " A LIST OF PROMPTS:

first off, mega massive thanks to my lovely and brilliant friend @whatspoilers for the EXCELLENT title!! hi my loves! so this is a list of scenarios in which the receiver has an opportunity to look at the sender in a different light, resulting in... something. a kiss? a punch? a declaration? a confession? i know you guys, i know how spicy your brains are, so spice away! i do want to stress that the outcome of the "feelings" does NOT necessarily need to be a romantic one. it could be anger, it could be a sudden revelation, a betrayal, a heartbreaking plot twist, whatever you want! i insist on making this very clear: if you send this, there is NO expectation of the receiver to make it romantic UNLESS they want to. likewise, if the feelings ARE romantic, it's not force-shipping, this is just the receiver's muse getting a minute to evaluate their relationship with the sender and how they want it to continue! and ofc DO NOT ADD TO OR EDIT THIS LIST!

[ DANCE ]: while the sender and receiver are slow dancing together, their close proximity and the intimacy of the situation causes feelings to rise to the surface.

[ BED ]: while the sender is sleeping beside them, the receiver has a moment to watch them and consider their own feelings, resulting in clarity and a realization.

[ CONSTELLATION ]: as the pair lie down in a field and watch the stars overhead, the receiver turns to watch the sender gazing skywards, leading to them confronting their own feelings.

[ NURSE ]: after a battle gone wrong, the receiver begins to tend to the sender's wounds, fading adrenaline and rising fear causing them to realize their feelings.

[ OBSERVATION ]: when showing the sender something they've been working on, the receiver can't help but address their feelings as the sender gazes in wonder at their work.

[ ENTRANCED ]: while the sender works on something they're passionate about, the receiver has a chance to look at them properly and consider their own feelings for them.

[ DEFENCE ]: when the sender rushes to defend the receiver against a threat of any description, the receiver takes a moment to consider how they feel about the sender.

[ COLLABORATION ]: as they work together on a project, the receiver has a moment in which they contemplate their true feelings regarding the sender.

[ CONFLICT ]: during an argument with the sender, the receiver realizes there's an unspoken depth to their feelings, and takes a second to consider them closer.

[ DEFIANCE ]: after realizing there's a situation which could threaten one of their lives in order to protect a larger group, the receiver and sender have a fierce argument in private, leading to a realization of their real feelings.

[ TRAINING ]: during a sparring session, the sender and receiver end up on the floor, leading one of them to seizing the upper hand and straddling the other. the receiver has an unexpected realization of their feelings regarding their sparring partner in the process.

[ FAMILY ]: watching the sender interacting fondly with others, the receiver (from afar) takes a moment to take a closer look at their relationship.

[ STORM ]: when the two of them get caught outside in a rainstorm, the receiver uses an umbrella/jacket as a shelter, which the sender shares with them, causing the receiver to be confronted with the truth of their relationship with the sender.

[leejiieuns]

muse: asher hale, late 20s, assassin (and villain tbh) / @yibyeol plot: x

His weekends were relatively normal. He had laundry to do, a fridge that he needed to restock, and a shelf he's needed to build for months. Normal. Sometimes, the occasional odd text or call would come, and he'd spend the better part of the day doing surveillance or gathering intel. Sometimes, things would get physical and he'd come home with a few bruises. But, otherwise, normal.

Asher was in the middle of putting his iPad away after having just read the most recent news, scoffing at some politician's false promises, when he heard the doorbell ring. His brows furrowed. His colleagues never ring the doorbell, and he didn't exactly have friends. He didn't have neighbors for miles either, which was exactly how he liked it.

He grabbed a knife from the console -- he always preferred to use knives indoor; less noise, less fuss-- and made his way gingerly to the door. Asher looked through the peephole, and couldn't believe what he saw. His door flew open, his grip on his knife tightening, though he doubted he needed it at their state. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

[yibyeol]

muse: rachel ryu, er nurse

there’s nothing out of the ordinary that morning; everything is as usual, and once again, rachel has failed her daily goal of not accidentally burning an egg. at least the first one anyway, the second one always proves to be easier, having learnt that sometimes multitasking has more cons than pros like when one of the tasks is frying eggs. pleased for a brief moment, she has decided to ride on the high and crack another egg onto the pan, only to let out a whisper-yelp of a curse when egg's contents slide out, accompanied by a sickly odor.

"oh shit shit--" the frying pan is dumped into the sink, and before she could clean the mess up, a witness has already arrived at the scene. "don't laugh!" she says, pointing a finger at him jokingly. bout to turn back to the task on hand, she does a double take instead. "why do you look surprised? not like you haven't seen me burning things before, but in this case, it's really not my fault." not that she really takes any offense, but in a rather good mood, she shuffles closer to him and pushes him toward the dining table, a smile growing. "come on, let's have breakfast. i can't tell if it's my stomach's growling or if it's yours now."

[leejiieuns]

He was dreaming. Surely, he was dreaming. What other explanation could be there for Rachel to be fluttering around their kitchen, making breakfast like everything was normal? Like he hadn't just stood at her grave two weeks ago, his heart shattering into a million little pieces as they lowered her to the ground? And yet, there she stood, so real, so -- alive. Her voice as clear as day. "I'm.. I--" What could he even say? That she had been gone? That he had watched her die and she shouldn't be here? But just as he was filled with disbelief, he was also filled with longing, and if this was a dream, he didn't want to wake up.

"I missed you," he said, trying to keep the pain from his voice so to not alarm her, afraid to burst his newfound bubble. Eli touched her arm and gently pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her in an embrace. He could cry; the smell of her shampoo engulfing his senses, and he thought he would never get to experience this again. Gingerly, reluctantly, he let go and looked at her. "You should have woken me when you did. I could have helped with breakfast."

[leejiieuns]

muse: eli choi, trauma surgeon / @yibyeol

He woke with a start, and for a second, Eli forgot where he was. His eyes adjusted to the bright morning light seeping through the gray blinds, coating his bedroom in a hue of yellow, and he remembered. With a sharp exhale, he pulled the comforter up to his head, unwilling to start the day. Ever since she died, Eli felt like nothing mattered—especially not the job he hadn’t shown up to in the past two weeks. What was the point in trying to save lives when he couldn’t save the one that mattered?

Then, a noise came from the kitchen, and he remembered that was what had woken him in the first place. His brows furrowed as he got up and made his way toward the sound, wondering what on earth could be making it. And then he saw her—the love of his life who had died almost a month ago, looking anything but dead—and all the color left his face. “Wh… What?”

[leejiieuns]

"You said it was a ghost story. It isn't." "No?" "It's a love story." "Same thing, really." (x)