“ you’re not alone . you’re stuck with me forever . sorry . ”
kal had always considered himself cursed for the way the creator banished him from heaven and stripped away the chance to be the only thing he knew he was meant to be. he spent centuries alone, long giving up on the companionship offered by someone else. too many people had died on him. he had broken his heart countless of times over the mortals he had let inside his heart.
he simply couldn’t lose another one.
then she arrived in all her heavenly glory.
castus, or rather hana, showed up in his life like a beacon of light meant to guide him home. of course at first she hated his guts, who in their right mind wouldn’t loathe him? he’s the personification of hubris. as time passed, so did seojin’s fondness over the pink haired fallen angel.
“i always thought i would be alone y’know?” seojin muttered as he laid down beside her, finally calming down from the nightmare that caused him to drive to her house at 2 am. hana looked even more beautiful with the moonlight illuminating her features.
“you’re not alone. you’re stuck with me forever. sorry,” she stuck her tongue out at him making him chuckle.
“no need to be sorry. i wouldn’t take forever if you’re not by my side, sunshine.”
maybe kal was destined to be alone but seojin, seojin wrote his own destiny and he will keep writing it with hana.
What if everything, from here on out, went perfect?
I think if everything went perfect for Seojin then the former glory of Amaranthine would be brought back, he would successfully take revenge for what happened in the Gilded Siren and hopefully, the woman of his dreams would not dislike him as much
Solitude: Name 3 things your muse couldn’t live without.
First is money. The people who say money can't buy happiness clearly don't have any money. Second, pomegrantes it's my favorite food in the entire earth. Third, my businesses. I built those from the ground up
I would have included as certain name here Hana but I figured she's not a thing but rather someone I could not live without.
Mirrors: What is your muse’s least favorite thing about their appearance?
“ you don’t have to hide your tears from me . ”
“ you’re doing great , okay ?? i mean it . ”
“ you are so strong . ”
“ please don’t ever give up . ”
“ i will always believe in you . ”
“ why do you always think you have to do everything on your own ?? ”
“ it’s okay , i’m here . i’ll always be here . ”
“ you’ve always been strong for me . let me return the favor . ”
“ just listen to my heartbeat , okay ?? ”
“ come on , take a deep breath . it’s gonna be alright . ”
“ please , just hold me . ”
“ you always meant the world to me . i’m sorry i let you forget that . ”
“ i never stopped loving you . ”
“ you’ll feel better if you talk about it . i’m here to listen . ”
“ you’re so much more than the mistakes you’ve made . ”
“ i forgive you . ”
“ you are so fucking powerful . ”
“ i’m not leaving you here . ”
“ i trust you more than anyone else in this universe . ”
“ it’s okay to be confused . nobody has all the answers . ”
“ i’m so , so sorry . you didn’t deserve that . ”
“ healing is not linear , but it’s always moving forward . ”
“ you can admit that you’re hurting . it’s okay to not be okay . ”
“ hold my hand ?? ”
“ you are my home . ”
“ no matter what anyone else says , you are so important to me . ”
“ don’t worry . i’ll protect you . ”
“ shh , it was just a nightmare . you’re safe . ”
“ don’t talk about yourself like that . ”
“ just say the word . you know i’d do anything for you . ”
“ you are loved . ”
“ i just need a hug . ”
“ i’ll destroy anything that so much as thinks of harming you . ”
“ don’t ever let anyone make you feel ashamed of who you are . ”
“ you’re not alone . you’re stuck with me forever . sorry . ”
“ well , hello sleeping beauty . you fell asleep on me . ”
“ if you don’t take your butt back to bed , i will carry you there myself . ”
“ i’m sorry to wake you up , but i really need someone to talk to . ”
“ i hate seeing you like this … please , let me help . ”
“ you are & always will be precious to me . ”
“ i can’t believe that asshole said that to you . it’s not true , you know . ”
“ you want me to punch him in the face ?? ”
“ you deserve every good thing in the world . ”
“ you know i always have your back . ”
“ you don’t have to worry about anything , as long as i’m around . ”
“ stop apologizing , okay ?? i’ve already told you i’ve forgiven you a hundred times now . ”
“ don’t beat yourself up over this . be kind to yourself , it’s not your fault . ”
Send one (or a few) to my muse and they’ll answer:
Spiders: Does your muse squish bugs or put them outside?
The Dark: Did your muse sleep with a nightlight as a child?
Snakes: Would your muse ever keep an unusual/exotic pet?
Blood: What’s the worst injury your muse has ever had?
Clowns: Does your muse prefer comedy? Or horror?
Mirrors: What is your muse’s least favorite thing about their appearance?
Tight Space: Does your muse ever feel that they’re not living up to their own potential?
Closet Monsters: Does your muse hide any aspects of their personality/life from others?
Crowds: What does your muse think of big cities?
Death: Name one thing your muse has lost that they wish they could get back.
Ghosts: Has your muse ever seen something they couldn’t explain?
Needles: Does your muse have a strong stomach?
Curses: Does your muse believe in good/bad luck? How about karma?
Heights: Is your muse a risk-taker?
Solitude: Name 3 things your muse couldn’t live without.
Fire: Would your muse rather be very cold, or very hot?
Failure: Has your muse ever given up on an important dream?
Abandonment: How would your muse win back someone who left them?
The Unknown: Is your muse a philosophical person?
Boogeyman: What position does your muse sleep in?
Falling: What does your muse think about falling in love or commitment?
Change: What was a turning point in your muse’s life?
Disease: What does your muse do on a sick day?
Number 13: Does your muse believe any superstitions?
Noise: Name one sound your muse finds absolutely unbearable.
Insects: Name something your muse finds gross or annoying.
Dolls: Has your muse ever collected something?
Getting Old: Would your muse rather live 50 years loved, or 200 years alone?
Social Phobia: Does your muse consider themselves an outgoing person?
001. When is their birthday?
002. Do they do anything to celebrate their birthday?
003. Does your character like coffee better, or tea?
004. Do they prefer being alone or with others?
005. Are they in good health?
006. What sense do they most rely on?
007. Is your character an optimist or a pessimist?
008. What is their favorite fairy tale?
009. Do they believe in happy endings?
010. Do they believe in love at first sight?
011. How would your character court the person of their dreams?
012. What makes your character embarrassed?
013. Have they ever been bullied or teased?
014. Detail one secret shame your character feels.
015. Are they most likely to fight with their fists or their tongue?
016. What is their choice of weapon?
017. When does your character think that violence is justified or deserved?
018. Your character wakes up to find that war has been declared. What do they do?
019. If they could have a superpower, what would they choose?
020. What are their hobbies?
021. How do they display affection?
022. What is the most beautiful thing they’ve ever seen?
023. What do they consider beautiful in others physically?
024. What do they consider ugly in others physically?
025. What do they consider beautiful in others personality-wise?
026. What do they consider ugly in others personality-wise?
027. What is their idea of perfect happiness?
028. What makes them laugh out loud?
029. What sort of sense of humor does your character have?
030. Do they believe in the afterlife?
031. Are they superstitious about anything?
032. Does your character believe in ghosts?
033. Do they keep their promises?
034. What’s their view of lying?
035. What is the most important rule your character lives by?
036. How honorable is your character?
037. If your character saw someone drop a large sum of money and knew that they could probably take it without anyone noticing, what would they do?
038. What bad habits do they have?
039. What do they think is the worst thing that can be done to a person?
040. What is their obsession?
041. Are they comfortable with technology?
042. What is their greatest achievement?
043. What will they stand up for?
044. What disgusts them?
045. Does your character have any chronic medical conditions?
046. How do they handle getting sick?
047. What was the last medical problem your character had?
048. Do they have any allergies?
049. How does your character feel about growing old?
050. How does your character feel about their own mortality?
051. If they knew they would die tomorrow, what would they do today?
052. What is your character’s worst flaw?
053. What is your character’s greatest strength?
054. Does your character want power or authority of any kind?
055. Is your character an introvert or an extrovert?
056. Has your character ever struck someone in anger?
057. Has your character ever killed anyone?
058. What is your character’s idea of a perfect day?
059. List several phrases your character is fond of uttering. Where did they pick them up?
060. What is your character’s attitude toward education and learning?
061. Does your character prefer adventure or safety and security?
062. What sort of legacy does your character wish to leave behind?
063. How well does your character handle difficult people?
064. In what ways does your character annoy others?
065. Is your character better at leading or following? Which do they prefer?
066. Does your character prefer city life or being out in nature?
067. Does your character believe in fate or destiny?
068. How strong is your character’s sense of responsibility? What kinds of things trigger it?
069. What about your character is heroic?
070. What about your character is cowardly?
071. How kind is your character?
072. In a Dungeons & Dragons game, which class would your character be? (wizard, fighter, bard, priest, ranger, etc.)
073. In a novel, what plot role would your character fill? (hero, anti-hero, sidekick, villain, etc.)
074. What is your character’s favorite game?
075. Is your character ticklish?
076. How do they express anger?
077. How often do they cry? Over what?
078. How emotionally stable is your character?
079. How easy is it for them to read the emotions of others?
080. How easy is it for others to read your character’s emotions?
081. Is your character religious?
082. What are your character’s sleeping preferences?
083. What is the first thing they say and/or do when they wake up?
084. Describe your character in one word.
085. Describe your character in three words.
086. How would your character describe themself in one word?
087. How would your character describe themself in three words?
088. Is your character quiet or loud?
089. How vocally expressive is your character?
090. How bodily expressive is your character?
091. What type of music does your character like?
092. What emotion does your character evoke in others?
093. What is your character’s goal in life?
094. Name three things most would not expect your character to be able to know.
095. Name three things most would not expect your character to be able to do.
096. How do they move and carry themselves? What energy do they project?
097. How well do they adapt to change?
098. Does your character like animals?
099. Do they talk to inanimate objects?
100. Does your character dream? If so, what do they dream about?
“Don’t talk like that, Seojin,” she shook her head, wide eyes staring at him with a level of compassion she never thought she would ever use with the man before her, “Of course you’d be able to save us. That’s your thing, y’know? Saving people.” her words were genuine, but she couldn’t help the slight resentment that dripped into her tone. “I know how that sounded, but I really mean it. If anyone was going to be able to save us… it’d be you, Kal.” she paused. “Somin and Siwonnie… are they okay? Have they woken up?”
Seojin knew that he has a reputation.
The rolling of eyes, sarcastic tones, and dismissive gestures didn’t get lost on him. He understood that people saw him as the epitome of hubris, someone who loves nothing but himself. He wasn’t too surprised about it though because that’s the image he wanted others to see.
Seojin wanted to be so loathsome that no one would dare to get to know the broken man hidden behind the suave mask.
Everyone that he ever loved was touched by death and he remained to be untouchable. The angel was just tired of getting attached and being left alone in the mortal world. So he built the persona that was revolting enough to keep people in arm's length.
Yet, damn the creator for giving him a heart that feels so deeply. Right in front of him now, was someone who made him want to throw the mask away.
That night in the Gilded Siren brought back the old Seojin, Kal, that he tried to bury ages ago. He felt as if he was drowning in fear as he worked his hardest to fly people out of the inferno. Whispers of prayer to the creator he had scorned for centuries left his lips like a chant. He promised that if Somin, Siwon, and Hana shall be given another chance then he wouldn’t stop until the culprit will pay rightfully for what happened. No one hurts the people Im Seojin cares about, after all he was a guardian angel.
“I know it’s a lot to take in, sunshine. Don’t stress yourself too much,” Seojin whispered as he caressed her hand comfortingly. Judging by Hana’s pale complexion, he worried that it might have been too much and too soon for her. Then her soft voice filled the soft room and it’s as if the weight on his shoulders lifted.
“Saving people used to be my thing. It isn’t anymore, hasn’t been for centuries,” the supposed archangel reminded her with a chuckle. “And it’s alright, I know the creator played his favorites. I would resent me for that too if I were in your position.” Seojin understood her he truly did.
“Kal.”
A name he hasn’t been called ever since he was banished from the gates of heaven, one that just brought him pain and regrets. However, when the name fell off of Castus’ lips it made him want to unfurl his wings and be Kal again. The righteous angel who believed in the innate good of every being. It’s as if Hana made him want to be a better man and that scared him.
He knew right then and there that his heart will once again damn him.
Seojin gave Hana a small smile as he ran his fingers through her hair. Of course she would want to know how Somin and Siwon were doing. She’s just too good, too kind, and too loving for this harsh world. “Somin’s getting better each day, so I have high hopes in her recovery. Siwon’s awake, he’s making a steady recovery too. I try to take him out into the gardens every afternoon, I could do that for you too if you want?” The angel couldn’t deny that he slightly hoped that Hana would say yes. Then again, Seojin’s fairly sure she would rather let someone else do it. To save himself from the looming embarrassment, Seojin covered it up with incessant chatter.
“Or I could ask one of the nurses to take you on the stroll. You can’t walk yet though, so the wheelchair is an option. Nika could take you too! If you want to visit Somin and Siwon, just press the button and someone will come to your aid. Heck, I think I’ll assign a nurse who will just stay here with you...yeah that’s a great idea.”
for once this week, though, she actually feels a little excited. she get’s to have visitors! the only people she’s had contact with so far is seojin, jaehwa, iseul, and her nurses. the witch is excited to be able to see some of her friends even if the guilt is still eating her alive. she’s grateful that seojin kept her secret all this time more than anything. she hopes she’ll be able to stay clean, but she doesn’t know if it’s a possible goal at this point. it’s only been a few days, but she already misses the high. she shakes the thought from her head when there’s a knock at her door. her eyes light up and she sits up a little straighter, even if it pulls at her sore muscles. “come in,” she says, hoping it’s a new visitor and not the same people she’s been seeing repeatedly the last few days. nothing against the ones who have helped her, but she needs a little bit more social interaction that what she’s getting right now.
Seojin can still clearly remember the inferno that descended upon The Gilded Siren. That night he was running on pure adrenaline as he flew two, sometimes three people, out of the danger zone. He coordinated with the rescue teams and the fire department and even tried to console panicked family members. He did the best that he could do in the given situation.
Despite all the chaos, Seojin committed Somin's desperate plea into his memory. Her hand gripped his arms in urgency before the first responders wheeled her away, “Jaehwa can’t know. You’re going to find drugs in my system, Jin. Not just weed... please don’t tell her. She’ll be so disappointed in me, Jin. Don’t tell her."
The first responder looked at him for confirmation and according to protocols, if a patient wants to keep an information confidential it shall be done so. "Take her to the hospital. I'll be there in a few. Do not give any information unless I have given the orders, is that clear?"
"Yes, sir."
The angel nodded at the medic and watched as the ambulance drove away. It took Seojin a few more hours before he managed to leave the scene. He had to make sure that the first responders have given treatment to those who were lucky enough to leave with minor injuries then attend the emergency meeting Jaehwa had arranged for Amaranthine. As he looked at their distraught leader, Seojin gave a silent apology for keeping some details of Somin's health from her.
The moment he arrived in the hospital, his secretary immediately greeted him with a bow and a run down of what transpired in the hospital while he was away. As they stepped inside the elevator, his secretary immediately chose that moment to drop a bomb Seojin wasn't expecting at all. "Patient Han Somin is pregnant, Sir."
His eyes widened in shock and he had to hold the railing to keep himself steady. Somin's pregnant and she was pierced by the chandelier. "H-how far along is she? What's the condition of the fetus?" "They haven't done a thorough scan, sir since she had to be taken into the operating room right away but the fetus is alive and well, Sir. It's a miracle really."
Ever since he found out about the pregnancy, Seojin ordered his staff not to release any information about Somin's current state. Anyone who wanted updates would have to get it from him. "She must not be aware of it. If she was, she would have told me but all she talked about was the drugs. Somin, what am I gonna do? Should I keep it a secret too?"
And so he waited.
He waited until Somin was awake and well enough to handle such news. With the traumatic experience her body went through, he recommended for her to be on bed rest except for physical therapy sessions. Someone must always be present to assist her even in the most mundane things. He feared that any activity might trigger a miscarriage and right now, that baby is a symbol of hope for him. A miracle. Seojin knew it could be a bit too much but she would understand when she knows who he’s taking care of.
Now that it's been a week since Somin woke up from the coma, Seojin deemed that it was time for him to drop the news to her. He knocked on her door and smiled when he heard her voice telling him to come in. "Hey, Min! It's me, again." Seojin gave her his signature dimpled smile as he sat down on the chair beside her. "How are you feeling today? Any weird things? Nausea? Vomiting?" he asked as he checked her vitals. "Look, I need to talk to you about something and you have to promise me not to react so harshly okay? Too strong emotions are not good for you." and the baby.
TW: suicide attempt, mentions of murder and death, slight physical abuse
“Sir.”
A voice broke through the silence of the room and Seojin lifted his head from its perch on Hana’s bed. “What is it?” he asked as his secretary hesitantly closed the door behind them.
“It’s about the suspect, Sir. Ms. Seo...they ran into some trouble with her.”
Seojin sighed in exasperation and ran his fingers through his hair, “What about her? Give it to me straight damn it!”
His secretary immediately bowed and apologized profusely for the mistake. When it comes to the suspect, Seojin seemingly drains his patience and the wrath of a primordial being rears its ugly head.
“The suspect tried to kill herself, Sir.”
That information definitely piqued the angel’s interest. A sinister smirk painted his handsome face before he placed a subtle kiss on Hana’s hand. Finally, it seemed like the creator was on their side. He prayed day and night for the creator to help them give justice for the events that happened at the Gilded Siren. Too many lives were lost because of one woman and it’s unfair that she got to live while so many innocent lives didn’t have that opportunity. Heck, she almost killed Somin, Siwon, and Hana!
Im Seojin wanted retribution.
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, a life for a life.
“What’s her status?” Seojin queried as soon as the doors of the elevator closed. He shrugged his doctor’s coat on and fixed his appearance, "Is she still alive?"
"The last news that I received was that they were trying to revive her."
"They shouldn't have," Seojin muttered darkly and his secretary snapped his head to look at him in disbelief. When they reached the floor Seo Yoona was admitted to, he immediately ran to the nurses' station to get the update.
"How is the suspect? How is she?"
"We managed to revive her, Sir and we placed her under suicide watch from now on."
Fucking hell. Why is she still alive?
The fallen angel barely managed to control the anger that coursed through his veins at the news he received. He couldn't lose it, not in front of his employees. Taking a deep breath, Seojin gave a cordial smile in acknowledgement to the nurse. "That's good. She still has a lot to pay for," he said through gritted teeth. "Who is with her right now? Is she awake?"
"No, sir. She's still unconscious from the amount of sleeping pills she took. It looked like she was disowned by her family, Sir. We found the papers all over the floor."
Truthfully, Seojin didn't give a single damn about Seo Yoona. What he wanted was for her to die the most painful death.
"I'll go check on her. Make sure no one comes in."
"Of course, Sir."
Seojin nodded at the guard on duty who opened the door for him. As soon as he stepped inside, the smile faded from his lips as his eyes turned harshly at the sleeping woman. He took careful steps towards Yoona and clenched his fists. She was still connected to a heart monitor and it almost mocked the angel by showing just how alive she is. "You should have died. Why didn't you die?" Seojin whispered as his knuckles turned white from the anger he's feeling. "Do you need help? Cause I will help you die. I want you to feel the pain you inflicted on hundreds of lives."
The angel stared at the peaceful face of Seo Yoona. Who knew that such an angelic appearance could hold so much evil inside her? She probably smiled at patrons and employees of the Gilded Siren knowing that they would all die in that place. "You don't deserve to live!" Seojin wrapped his hand around her wrist and squeezed tightly. He didn't care if it would leave a bruise or if it will cut off circulation or if he will break her bones. He's trying his hardest not to strangle her right then and there. "I swear, Seo Yoona. The creator can take all the riches I have but I will make sure that you will die the most painful death. You crossed the wrong people."
Seojin took a deep breath and released her wrist from his hold, the red marks on her porcelain skin will surely leave a bruise. "You're not getting out of this hospital alive. If our plans don't follow through, I will personally kill you and no one could stop me. I will haunt you down if it’s the last thing I would ever do."
The angel stepped away and left the room. He had to check on Somin, Siwon, and Hana again but he will wait patiently for the day when he will hear the news of Seo Yoona's death.
maneoxhana said: “You hear my heart beat? Just focus on that.” (drabble, we already got enough seona cute going on in a thread)
!!! Future Verse !!!
Seojin stood in the middle of the ruins and rubbles. Though most of it was already put out, a small fire still consumed a part of what was once a grand building. The fallen angel maneuvered through the ruins to get to what seemed like the center of the building.
“What the hell is this place?” Seojin muttered as he kept walking. A crack produced by his step made the fallen angel look down at his feet. It was a shattered glass but it’s in a pool of dark liquid. Fueled by curiosity, he knelt down and scooped the liquid out.
Blood.
It was then that he noticed it was flowing down like a steady stream. Seojin followed the blood and it led him to the bloodied corpse of Kanikka.
“He was right, Kal.” A weak voice murmured making the fallen angel look at the body next to the dark witch. “The creator was right.”
“Hana.”
“You could never save us no matter how hard you try. You will always fail.”
“That’s not true, Hana. I can save you.” Seojin knelt down next to her and held her body in his arms. “I will save you!”
“I’m dead and it’s all because of you.”
“Hana!” Seojin woke up with a start. He was sweating like crazy and the dark surroundings did nothing to help him calm down. The clock on his bedside table told him that it was 2:30AM.
He had been having the same nightmare of seeing the Amaranthine members die for the past few weeks but it was the first time it showed Hana like that. Without a moment to waste, Seojin put on a shirt and drove himself to Hanako’s apartment.
“What if she’s in danger? You promised to protect her, Seojin. You can’t lose her,” he murmured to himself as he stepped on the gas and speed through the streets until he reached her place. The fallen angel ran up the stairs and frantically rang the doorbell.
A sleepy pink haired angel opened the door, “Seojin? What are you doing here?”
The man pulled Hana into his arms and nuzzled his face into her neck. “You’re okay. You’re safe,” he murmured as he breathed in her scent.
“Of course I’m okay. Jin, what happened?” Hana asked, pulling away from her embrace to look at him with concern etched on her big brown eyes. Seojin mustered a small smile, caressing her cheek with his thumb. “It’s nothing. I just had to make sure that you are well and safe. I’ll go now.”
“It’s 3AM. It’s not safe for you to drive. Stay with me?”
Seojin lets himself be pulled by Hana towards her bed. He only let himself relax the moment she wraps her arms around him. Like a child, he curled up and snaked his arms on her waist, keeping Hana as close as possible to him.
“You hear my heart beat? Just focus on that,” Hana murmured, her delicate fingers running through his hair. “I’m okay, Seojin. You saved me. Now, go to sleep.”
Seojin nodded and let the sound of Hana’s beating heart lull him to sleep.
Before, he wasn’t afraid of anything. He knew he had nothing to lose. But now, Seojin is afraid of one thing.--Losing Hana. He will go to the ends of the earth, give up everything that he had if it meant keeping her safe and happy. He wasn’t that selfish after all.
