wilted.

a gangster's daughter.

[mocnflower]

bloodline.

the room was quiet in a way that almost unsettled her. no gunfire somewhere in the distance. no footsteps echoing down the hallway. no voice barking orders into her ear. just the faint hum of the baby monitor and the tiny, uneven breaths coming from the bassinet beside the bed.

yejin stayed there long after everyone else had fallen asleep.

the lamp near the dresser cast a soft amber glow across the room, just enough for her to see her daughters properly. jinsol had somehow kicked half her blanket off again, tiny fist curled beside her cheek, while yujin slept with her mouth slightly open, making the occasional little noise in her sleep.

they looked impossibly small.

small enough that it made her chest ache instead of soften.

her fingers tightened around the sleeve of her sweater.

they trusted her.

that was the part that terrified her most.

the thought came suddenly, ugly and sharp before she could stop it.

what if i ruin them?

yejin stared at the girls without blinking like if she looked away for even a second something terrible would happen. her mind, cruel as always started to fed her images she didn’t ask for. tiny hands reaching for her only for her to flinch away. her daughters crying because she spoke too harshly one day. them growing up afraid of her silence. afraid of her temper.

afraid of whatever darkness still lived inside her no matter how hard she tried to bury it.

she knew violence better than tenderness. 

knew how to snap a neck faster than she knew how to soothe a crying baby.

ironic, isn’t it?

a killer becoming someone’s mother. 

what if something inside her was permanently broken?

people liked to tell her she was gentle now. soft now. happy now. but they hadn’t seen her at seventeen with blood under her nails and a smile on her face because she finally stopped feeling guilty after killing someone. they didn’t know there were nights she still woke up reaching for weapons that no longer hit underneath her pillow.

what kind of mother does that make me?

her eyes burned suddenly and yejin pressed the heel of her hand against them before the tears could fall, jaw tightening hard enough to hurt. crying felt ridiculous. she survived torture without shedding tears before but this frightened her more than any blade ever could. 

because there was no mission here. no instructions. no target to eliminate.

just two little girls would someday look at her and learn what love was supposed to feel like.

and god, what if she taught them wrong version of it?

the bassinet shifted softly making yujin release a tiny whining sound in her sleep, face scrunching for only a second before settling again. 

yejin froze immediately. 

every horrible thought in her head stopped all at once.

without even realizing it, she leaned forward carefully and adjusted the baby’s blanket with trembling hands, tucking it beneath her tiny body so she’d stay warm. her touch was awkward at first like she was afraid she’d somehow hurt her just by existing next to her. 

but yujin relaxed beneath her hand instantly.

just like that. 

trusting her without question.

yen stared for a long moment after pulling her hand away.

then her gaze slowly shifted between both girls again.

her daughters. 

the fear was still there. suffocating, ugly and heavy but underneath it.. buried somewhere deep inside her chest, there was something else too.

something aching.

something desperate. 

because despite every terrible though clawing through her mind, despite not knowing how to be a mother. 

she wanted to be good for them.

[mocnflower]

resilience.

the concrete floor was cold beneath her bare feet, always cold even during the summer. 

subject 43 stood in the centre of the training hall, her small frame trembling not from fear but from exhaustion. she had missed a mark that morning during training, her blade only grazing the mannequin’s throat instead of slicing it clean. that tiny moment of hesitation.. too human to be allowed was enough.

two handlers dragged her forward by the arms. her legs scraping against the cement and her wrists were bound behind her back with wire so tight she could feel pulse beating against it. one of them, a tall figure with eyes that never seemed to blink pressed her forehead against the floor.

the smell of blood and bleach hung in the air, sharp enough to stink the back of her throat. 

“you think you can fail and still eat tonight?” 

she didn’t answer. they never wanted answers.

she had learned that silence hurt more than anything she could say so she bit her tongue till she could taste metal and stared at the faint reflection of her face in a puddle beside her. 

she could barely recognize the girl looking back, hollow eyes, the cropped hair.

the first strike came across her back, leather cutting through the air before it kissed her skin. her body jerked forward before another strike followed.

then another.

she lost count after the fifth, her world shrinking till it was only the rhythm of pain and the steady hum of the light above her.

the other children watched from the wall, lined up like statues. 

when it was over, they left her on the floor. a small, trembling shape with torn skin and burning lungs. she crawled towards the darkest corner of the room and folded herself into it, hoping the shadows might hide her for a little while.

her breath coming in shallow, uneven pulls. she wanted to cry but she held it in as crying would only make things worse. 

time passed slowly. the metallic hum faded into the quieter sounds of night. through the vents she could hear the older ones talking in low, tired voices. she couldn’t help but envy them for the way they seemed untouched by another. she wished she could learn that same numbness. 

but deep insider her.. under all the layers of pain and obedience, something still burned. something stubborn and fragile. the thought that maybe this place was not the whole world. 

that maybe somewhere beyond these walls life didn’t hurt the way it did here. 

she pressed her cheek to the cold floor, feeling the vibration of the pipes below and for a moment, it felt like a heartbeat. 

not hers, not anyone’s. 

just the world moving on without her.

but little did she know that one day, she’d be able to join the world. 

that years later, she would laugh in the sunlight with people who cared for her. she would wake up to warm mornings instead of cold concrete. she would have friends who called her by a name she chose for herself. 

she would learn what it felt like to be felt like to be held instead of punished.

to be loved instead of to be feared. 

[mocnflower]

fire and ash.

feat. @deviltoriga

the organization’s medical wing always smelled like a lie.

on the surface, it was antiseptic; white walls and instruments aligned in perfect rows but beneath the sterile front lingered the scent of something burning. a scent that stuck to your lungs and won’t let go.

hwan jaeseok sat in his private office miles away from the city, his gaze fixed on the wall of monitors in front of him. one screen streamed live security feeds from the penthouse, each angle carefully tapped into by the organization’s surveillance team.

this time, his sight were set on something rare: the son of half-demon. a creature whose father was born of a centuries old full demon and a human woman. a perfect blend of both worlds. 

and he needed it. craved it.

the target’s bloodline was an anomaly: diluted enough to pass among mortals but potent enough to carry the traces of ancient power that fascinated him. the kind you couldn’t buy, couldn’t breed, couldn’t fake. you just had to take it. 

and taking it would be even sweeter knowing that his only daughter had called him a friend.

yejin’s friendship with the quarter demon had been recorded in the organization’s archives in detail. she traded stories with him, laughed with him, trusted him.. which made what jaeseok was about to do not only cruel but exceptionally personal. 

she was far from the city, thousands of miles away in scotland, her days filled with rain-slick cobblestones and the quiet warmth of her boyfriend’s presence. 

completely unaware that her name was about to be dragged through the mud.

the decoy, a woman built in her image had her part. same frame, same long dark hair. same confident stride. the cameras caught her exactly where they needed to: stepping into the elevator, hood drawn low, swiping the keycard and disappearing inside. just clear enough to plant her name into the minds of anyone who saw it.

jaeseok leaned forward in his chair. 

BOOM.

on the screen, the feed stuttered as the penthouse windows erupted in a violent bloom of fire. the explore tore upwards, shattering glass into the streets below. he watched it with glee in his eyes, the reflection of the blast dancing on his glasses. 

inside that inferno were two beings, rome and another charred human remains he couldn’t bother to know.

a scrap of fabric drifted in the chaos, lodged in the debris: the charred remnant of yejin’s sweater, carrying the faintest trace of her scent. 

on the monitor, smoke swallowed the skyline. jaeseok’s lips curled upward slowly as if savouring the taste of what he’d done. 

it didn’t matter that the target had been her friend. it didn’t matter that framing her meant destroying the fragile peace she had built.

to jaeseok, it was nothing but another successful experiment. 

and somewhere across the ocean, yejin was still living in the illusion of safety, unaware that her name was about to be dragged into the fire..

by the man who gave her life. 

[mocnflower]

the quiet after.

ft. @obcultatio

the warehouse smelled of mildew and old metal— a scent that clung to the inside of her lungs no matter how shallowly she breathed. 

yejin pressed a gloved hand to the cold steel pillar beside her, listening to the ragged gasps of the man’s breathing across the room. he’s been bound to the chair for days now, wrists cinched with plastic ties that bit deep into skin. she’s counted every hour he’d spent in this place. every time he’d woken up screaming, thinking mingyu was still here. 

mingyu. 

he’d left the same night they dragged this bastard in, the same night she watched from a rooftop while the stalker hovered around the poor girl’s apartment. she tracked every alleyway he’d ducked into, every burner phone he used. she’d taken notes in her little black book— when mingyu returned from milan, seemingly exhausted and smelling faintly of jet fuel and someone else’s expensive perfume, she handed him everything he needed to finish it.

but he didn’t finish it. not entirely. 

the man shifted, the chair legs scraping weakly across the concrete. even from here, she could see how his shoulders trembled. mingyu had been thorough but he left the final step for her.

she wondered if he’s done it as a courtesy or as a test. 

her boots made a soft tap as she crossed to the table lined with things such as picks, blades, a small blowtorch she never had the chance to use. she let her fingers drift over to the hilt of a narrow hunting knife. cold steel meeting the palm of her hand.

“please…” his voice cracked. the single syllable sounded like it had been dragged up from the bottom of his lungs. “i already told him everything. you don’t have to—“

yejin tilted her head slightly. she could still feel the adrenaline humming in her limbs, that delicious sharpness she could ever feel in moments like this, where the line between her past and her present blurred so think it might as well not exist. 

“you did,” she agreed softly, her voice bright. “but you’re the reason why she’ll never feel safe again.” 

she crouched in front of him, her gaze level with his. the man’s eyes— bloodshot and glassy, tears and sweat streaking the grime on his cheeks. she wondered if he could smell the soap she used just moments ago, how clean her hands were compared to the filth of his own.

“so this part,” she murmured, pressing the blade under his chin, “isn’t about information anymore.”

a half sob.. maybe a plea broke from him as she stood as she watched the tremor roll through his body. this was the moment she learned to savour back in those years she never spoke about: the precise second when someone realized there would be no negotiation.

only consequence. 

she didn’t bother making it quick.

when it was over, she wiped the blade on his sleeve. the warehouse fell back into the quiet.. no breathing but her own, no sound but her heartbeat. 

outside, her phone buzzed in her pocket. mingyu’s name on the screen.

is it done?

yejin glanced back at the body, then at the blood slowly spreading in a dark halo around the chair.

she smiled faintly, feeling cleaner somehow than she had all week.

done. 

[mocnflower]

a taste of reality.

the cold, dim light of the basement apartment flickered overhead as she stood still in the middle of the room. her arms hung loosely by her sides, her fingers trembling with an energy she couldn’t quite place. for years, her hands hand known nothing but the weight of metal, the recoil of a gun, the sticky warmth of blood but now.. in this silence, they felt strange to her, almost purposeless. 

the air was thick with the smell of mildew and damp concrete, the walls stained with watermarks that looked like they’d been there for decades, dark streaks telling stories of storms past. a narrow window near the ceiling let in the faintest trace of sunlight, just enough to illuminate the dust swirling lazily in the air.

she had rented the place in cash, using a name she wasn’t yet used to— a name that wasn’t hers but had to become hers. oh yejin. it felt hollow in her mouth, like a mask she hadn’t quite learned to wear. but kim chaewon, the name her father had called, was a name that bore too much blood, too many sins. 

yejin turned in place, taking in her surroundings. a single mattress lay on the floor in one corner, covered with a thin, faded blanket she’d found in a secondhand shop. beside it sat a cardboard box she had repurposed as a nightstand, holding a half-empty bottle of water and a battered novel she had bought on a whim. she’d never been much of a reader but something about the bright cover had caught her eye.

deep in thought, she reached up and touched her cheek, as if trying to convince herself she was real, that this new life was real.

what now? 

the thought came unbidden, sharp and insistent. for years, her life had been dictated by survival— a constant cycle of violence, loyalty and vengeance. every decision she had made was in service of something greater than herself, whether it was her father, the gang or her revenge. now for the first time, there was nothing driving her, no one demanding her obedience. 

she pulled her knees to her chest and rested her forehead against them. she had dreamed of this moment— a life free from the chains of her past. but now that it was here, she realized she had no idea how to live it. the silence was too loud, the emptiness too vast. for so long, she had been a pawn, a killer, a tool. 

who was she without those roles? who was oh yejin? 

[soulprompts]

‘𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐲’ 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

prompts designed around the concept of a character having a difficult day and another character arriving to help/support/care for them!

DIALOGUE PROMPTS.

“ you look like you could use a hug. ”

“ please tell me you didn’t cancel your plans for me… ”

“ don’t be silly, you’re much more important than some tinder date! ”

“ where’s your jacket? i’d like to show you something, and it’ll involve a bit of walking. ”

“ you know i’m always here for you, don’t you? no matter what. ”

“ hey, now… i’m only ever a phone call away. ”

“ come on. let’s get you to bed. ”

“ i’m listening. ”

“ hey, do you have any spare pajamas? i’m going to sleep on your couch tonight; that way you just need to shout if you need me. ”

“ what are your nightmares about? they may not be so bad if you talk about them. ”

“ another nightmare? ”

“ hey now, no more apologizing. i’m glad you called me; i meant it when i said any time, any place. ”

“ you know you’re never a nuisance nor a burden. not to me. ”

“ i’m helping you, and that’s final. i’m not taking no for an answer. now. where’s your kitchen? i’m making us some comfort food. ”

“ maybe you think it’s your job to look after everyone else. but it’s not supposed to be like that. it works both ways. and now it’s my turn to look after you. okay? ”

“ hey, now. you’ve been helping me ever since we met. it’s about time i started repaying the favor. ”

“ i’m so proud of you. i know it’s hard to get past these rough days, but… i still want you to know that i’m proud of you. “

“ you know, i reckon our bond is definitely strong enough to endure whatever it is that you need to get off your chest. “

“ it’s alright, now… i got you. “

“ you don’t need to worry about scaring me off. i’m not going anywhere. you can try as hard as you want, but there’s nothing you can say that’s going to make me like you any less. “

“ you know, i make the best hot chocolate in the world. seriously, i’ve asked absolutely everyone on the planet. everyone except you… what do you say? wanna make it a global fact? “

“ let’s go smash some stuff until you’re ready to talk, okay? “

ACTION PROMPTS.

[ TEA ]: sender prepares a mug of hot tea for the receiver.

[ BLANKET ]: having found the receiver either sleeping or just lying on the couch, sender gently takes a blanket and drapes it over them.

[ BATH ]: sender runs a hot bath for the receiver after a particularly challenging day.

[ DINNER ]: having learned that the receiver has had a difficult time lately, sender arrives at their door with their favorite dinner and drinks.

[ COOK ]: in an effort to boost the receiver’s spirits, sender arrives with all the ingredients needed to make the receiver’s favorite comfort food, with the well-intended intentions of cooking it for them.

[ FORT ]: sender builds a blanket fort for the receiver following a long and difficult day.

[ HUM ]: sender hums gently under their breath to soothe and comfort a distressed receiver.

[ WIPE ]: after the receiver has stopped crying, sender tenderly leans forward, cups their face in their hands, and wipes their tears away.

[ JOURNEY ]: noticing the receiver has had a particularly rough day, sender invites them to accompany them on a walk or drive to get out of the house.

[ HAIR ]: as the receiver leans against them/lies in bed, sender begins to run their hand through their hair to soothe them until they relax or fall asleep.

[ CARRY ]: sender lifts a (nearly) sleeping receiver and carries them into their bed, tucking them in in the process.

[ GUIDE ]: sender physically guides an exhausted receiver into their bedroom, following weeks of very little sleep and very high amounts of stress.

[ BESIDE ]: receiver wakens from their first genuinely restful sleep in weeks, to find the sender asleep next to them, having been holding the receiver throughout the night to help them fall asleep.

[ BEDSIDE ]: receiver wakens from their first genuinely restful sleep in weeks, to find the sender asleep in an armchair by their bedside, having stayed there for the night in case receiver had a nightmare or needed them in any other way.

[ KISS ]: as a gesture of comfort and affection, sender leans forward to kiss the receiver on the forehead.

[ HAND ]: noticing the receiver is close to tears, or otherwise struggling with an unseen but considerable burden, sender gently takes their hand and holds it in an attempt to comfort and encourage them.

[ RUB ]: sender gently rubs receiver’s back in a soothing motion.

[ TV ]: sitting next to the receiver on the sofa, sender joins them in watching their favorite show/movie on the television.

[ HOLD ]: as soon as the receiver opens the door and realizes the sender is there, sender wordlessly opens their arms out, and gives the receiver a warm, sorely needed hug.

[heateron]

hearts of darkness (1991) dir. eleanor coppola, george hickenlooper, fax bahr

[kuzcosources]

The Menu (2022) Sentence Starters!

dark content present!

‘Babe, please don’t smoke. It’ll kill your palette.’

‘Jesus. This is like prom.’

‘Yeah? I didn’t go to prom.’

‘None of the cool girls like you didn’t say yes.’

‘We have reached the base camp of Mount Bullshit.’

‘Here, we are family.’

‘We mustn’t disturb the Lord High Emperor of Sustenance.’

‘I strongly feel the need to punch her in the cunt. Like an uppercut. Right to the cunt.’

‘You really know your stuff, _____.’

‘So what’s with this food obsession?’

‘Um. Hey. Are you—crying?’

‘You sound so douche-y.’

‘It’s fun watching you in this place. You’re just so _____ about it all.’

‘I know what a concept is, _____.’

‘Call me the girl next door, but maybe some rules you should give a fuck about.’

‘You will eat less than you desire and more than you deserve.’

‘You haven’t touched your food.’

‘He’s a prick.’

‘We are not so smart when we are young.’

‘It was, as you can imagine, a memorable taco night.’

‘I’m sorry, but _____ never reveals his recipes.’

‘Did you just snap at me?’

‘I take my work very seriously, and you are not eating. That wounds me.’

‘I’ll ask again. Who. Are. You.’

‘Watch your mouth, sweetheart. Or I’ll smack the taste right out of it. Okay?’

‘Dude chill, it’s a fucking taco.’

‘With which hand will you “handle” this, _____ Left or right?’

‘We’re not actors. We’re real people.’

‘Fuck yourself.’

‘You are a fucking maniac.’

‘Do you enjoy providing your services?’

‘Come with me. I would like to show you something.'

'We're going to die tonight, _____.'

'Want to join me inside? It's getting chilly.'

'You got bread? This is so fucking reverse sexist.'

'I've been stealing money from you.'

'You are why the mystery has been drained from our art.'

'I know how to be alive. I like life. And I happen to be excited for what's next in mine.'

'I like beating men like you.'

'It seemed funny three hours ago.'

'You cook with obsession, not love.'

'It's everything wrong with us and yet we associate it with innocence.'

'We must embrace the flame. We must be cleansed. Like martyrs or heretics we can be subsumed and made anew.'

[mocnflower]

describe your muse's smile, clothing style, and fighting style.

character headcanons.

describe your muse's smile.

when she smiles, her light up with joy, twinkling with a hint of mischief or laughter. the corners of her eyes crinkle ever so slightly, adding an endearing charm to her expression. her smile revealing deep dimples that form on either side of her cheeks, accentuating the natural contours of her face.

clothing style.

prioritizing comfort above everything else, she often opts for casual attire, favoring pieces that allow for ease of movement and breathability. wide leg pants are a staple in her wardrobe, usually pairing them with baby tees— choosing fabrics that feel gentle against her skin as she has the tendency to feel warm easily. though.. despite her preference for casual clothing, she also enjoys dressing up on occasion. on days when she wants to feel a bit more put together, she may opt for a fitted dress that accentuates her figure.

fighting style.

her fighting style is characterized by a preference for hand to hand combat combined with the use of a knife. in combat, she relies on her agility, speed and quick reflexes to inflict maximum damage on her opponents.

[mocnflower]

something that gives your muse hope.

how your muse responds to being helped / taken care of.

how your muse responds to unconditional love.

how your muse responds to danger.

how your muse responds to stress.  

how your muse responds to anger.

did your muse grow up too fast?

character headcanons.

something that gives your muse hope.

despair is not an option for her, she’s far too stubborn to let that happen to her so i guess being hardheaded is a form of hope. she tries to pick hope over despair each day. if she can’t see good in humanity, she’ll find the good in at least one person. if she can’t save the world, she’ll help one person. anything else is admitting defeat and she refuses to do that. 

how your muse responds to being helped / taken care of.

when being helped or taken care of, she often feels conflicted while she does appreciate the gesture and acknowledges the kindness behind it, she can’t shake off the discomfort of feeling like a burden. there’s a sense of unease that accompanies the idea of relying on others as she’s more used to shouldering her burdens independently. it’s not about pride but rather than a desire not to impose on others. 

how your muse responds to unconditional love.

skeptical of such a concept, she may respond with guardedness and hesitancy. she may struggle to fully accept or believe in the sincerity of such love, viewing it through a lens of doubt— leading her to question behind the affection, fearing that they may be insincere or conditional. 

how your muse responds to danger.

having been exposed to violence from a young age, she has developed a keen sense of awareness and an ability to assess threats quickly. her past involvement in the criminal world has equipped her with survival skills and to be street smart, allowing her to navigate through dangerous situations with a level headed approach. though.. yejin is still not immune to fear or vulnerability. she may experience moments of apprehension or doubt, especially when faced with unfamiliar or overwhelming threats. 

how your muse responds to stress. 

her response to stress involves a combination of a lot of things. she prioritizes taking some time alone when stresses to recharge to unwind, she either listens to music or watches her favourites her favourite movies, providing her with a sense of escape and relaxation. however.. when stress becomes particularly intense, she leaves for busan for a change of scenery, finding solace in the familiarity of her hometown. 

how your muse responds to anger.

when she’s angry, she takes some time for herself to process her emotions as she recognizes the importance of stepping back and giving herself space to reflect on the situation and by distancing herself, she avoids reacting impulsively and potentially saying or doing something she may regret. 

did your muse grow up too fast?

too fast, a little too fast per se. raised in poverty and forced to navigate through life without the guidance of a stable family environment, she was forced to mature quickly. the death of her father at the age of 13 plunged her even deeper into the harsh realities of the world, forcing her to confront adult situations and decisions that most children her age never have to face. 

[mocnflower]

seaside dreams.

as the waves gently lapped at the shore, a little girl sat cross-legged in the warm sand, her small hands busy shaping the grains into a sandcastle. while she was engrossed with the structure that she’s trying to build, her father watched her with a tender smile, his eyes reflecting the pride and love he felt for his daughter. 

“well, look at you..” he said softly, pulling the little girl into his lap— earning a high pitched giggle from chaewon. “building a castle fit for a princess.”

chaewon’s giggles continues on, her laughter ringing out against the backdrop of the rolling waves. 

and with a determined nod, she looks at her father with a wide grin etched across her lips before turning back to her sand castle, her mind filled with childlike dreams. “appa!” she shouted, “when i’m a grown up, i’ll build you the biggest.. moooost pretty castle in the world!” she declared, her voice tinged with innocence.

“well, i’ll hold you to that.. my little dreamer.”

he said, ruffling her hair affectionately before he wraps his arms around the small figure, trapping her into a tight embrace.

as the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows over the beach, she and her father lingered a little bit longer, basking in each other's company and the promise of a brighter tomorrow. but little do they know, their journey to seoul would be full of challenges and hardships and the dream of their seaside home; now, forgotten.

[mocnflower]

come and get your love.

tw: death, blood, assault.

feat. @minseologs

yejin sat calmly in the dimly lit office of the east sea group’s leader, her feet propped up on his desk. she exuded an air of nonchalance, as if she belonged there, as if this was just another mundane day at the office. but beneath the facade of tranquility lay a calculated mind, a killer’s instinct honed by years of training and execution.

through the tinted windows, she already knew she was being watched; guardians appointed to ensure her success or.. in the worst-case scenario, to clean up her mess. but she didn’t let their presence rattle her— instead, she threw a sly smile towards their direction. 

then.. a notification chimed on her phone, drawing her attention away from her surroundings. she unlocked the screen to find the wire transfer from minseo, the digits on the screen making her smile widen. thirty-one billion korean won — a hefty sum for a job well done. she pocketed her phone, the weight of the digits in her bank account already fueling her adrenaline.

she waited patiently, the rhythmic beats of redbone’s ‘come and get your love’ pulsating in her ears through her earphones, the lyrics blending seamlessly with the anticipation as she mouthed the lyrics to herself— the music providing a steady backdrop to her thoughts, drowning out any distractions as she focused solely on her objective: to kill the leader of the east sea group.

finally, the moment arrived. the target entered the room, his presence filling the space with aura of authority. but to yejin, he was nothing more than just another prey.

“hi.”

she greeted him, her voice light and casual.

and with swift precision, she raised her weapon, the silencer muffling the sound of the shot as a single bullet found its mark on his forehead, ending his life in an instant.

as the lifeless body slumped to the ground, she hopped out of her seat and makes her way towards the body while she reached for the knife nestled in her holster, her movements fluid and practiced. with a deft flick of her wrist, she severed a finger from the corpse, a macabre trophy that minseo has requested. it was a gruesome task but one she performed with ease.

and as she reached for her phone to let minseo know that the job is done, a bodyguard charged into the room, his eyes wide with shock and rage. they locked eyes for a moment and in that instant, yejin knew a confrontation was inevitable.

a fierce struggle ensued as their knives clashed with each other, each move calculated and precise. but in that moment of desperation, their weapons were knocked aside, leaving them grappling in a hand to hand combat.

in the heat of the struggle, he managed to gain the upper hand as he pushed yejin to the ground, wrapping his hands around her throat. panic surging through her veins as she fought desperately for air, her cries stifled by the man's crushing grip while she claws at his hands in a sad attempt to keep herself alive.

for a fleeting moment, she did question it— death.

would it finally reunite her with her father, finally ending the emptiness that gnawed at her from the inside?

but survival instincts kicked in and with a surge of strength, she managed to grab onto a fallen knife and plunged it into the bodyguard's side, ending his life with single blow.

gasping for breath, yejin got up on her feet, the red marks of strangulation against her pale skin— evidence of the close call she had narrowly escape. and with practiced efficiency, she wiped away any trace of her presence, leaving the room as quietly as she had entered.

as if she wasn't even there.

[vhsmeme]

* character headcanons

clothing style.

before - bed routine. 

eating habits.

concept of home and family. 

hobbies. 

fighting style.

what calms your muse down after a bad day?

talk about one person your muse loves.

ways your muse says i love you.

describe your muse’s laugh. 

what items can be found in your muse’s pockets? 

talk about your muse’s most prized possession(s).

describe your muse’s walk. 

talk about your muse’s accent.

describe your muse’s smile. 

how often does your muse get sick?

does your muse know when to rest, or do they push themselves?

does your muse snore? sleeptalk? sleepwalk?

the thing(s) your muse thinks about before falling asleep.

is your muse a fitful or a quiet sleeper?

your muse’s thoughts on cops and other authority figures.

skills and special talents. 

disabilities or illnesses. 

habits and mannerisms.

introvert or extrovert.

religious or non - religious.

verbal or non - verbal communication.

something your muse could never forgive.

something that makes your muse smile.

something that scares your muse.

something that gives your muse hope.

how your muse responds to being helped / taken care of.

how your muse responds to unconditional love.

how your muse responds to danger.

how your muse responds to stress.  

how your muse responds to anger.

did your muse grow up too fast?

[uninvitedawn]

the way yejin relaxed in what seemed like seconds made the male feel a little better, because if she felt more hurt he would’ve started apologizing profusely until she forgave him. "amusing? i was elated. i was smiling at my phone. i was giggling in bed. i was kicking my feet. i-" he wanted to keep going on but he ran out of more things to add but in reality at the time, he was just smiling at his phone and felt cheeky.

sen side-eyed her when she said she’s a sweetie pie, frowning slightly "you’re a what? i'm sorry since when are you a sweetie pie? did i miss some memo oh wait let me go look for it – oh wait it doesn’t exist!" he says all of this in one breath taking a gust of air back into his lungs and shakes his head. “you and your lies are going to catch up to you one day and you’re going to think about me, and finally admit you are not a sweetie pie. you’re a devil pie.” he remarks but immediately regrets his last words, what the fuck was that.

“i wouldn’t have asked if you were still going to be vague even after an year.” plush lips now purse into a tight line, gazing at her because he feels like they know each other enough to open up a little bit more. he pauses and waves his hand dismissively, “never mind i asked that it’s too personal, sorry about that. have you had breakfast?” he asks quietly while getting out of bed because he had started to feel hungry now, he doesn’t remember if he had dinner last night, forgetting about the big burger he consumed with his roommates.

[mocnflower]

yejin felt a mixture of amusement exasperation as sen rambled on about his elation, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips despite her efforts to maintain a stern expression.

“okay, okay. i get it..” she chuckled, rolling her eyes while shaking her head fondly at his antics. “you were practically bounding off the walls with joy.” but her amusement quickly turned to disbelief when she heard that word slipped from his mouth. “and devil pie?” she raised a brow at him in amusement. “now, that’s a first.”

as she listened to sen shift the topic away, yejin felt a surge of nervousness wash over her. she knew she had been avoiding the topic of her past for far too long, but the thought of opening up to sen made her stomach churn with anxiety. would he still see her the same way once he knew the truth? 

before she could stop herself, yejin reached out and wrapped her fingers around his wrist, her fingers trembling slightly with nerves. she could feel his warmth seeping into her skin, a comforting anchor amidst the storm of emotions swirling inside her. 

“no, wait— i want to tell you.” she confessed quietly, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. “but.. do you promise that you won’t think of me any differently when i tell you?” her eyes searched his face for any sign of reassurance as she awaited for his response. 

[mocnflower]

[LIFT]

[LIFT]: sender gently cups the receiver's face and lifts their chin so the receiver is looking up at them.

yejin’s heart raced with each passing moment, her chest tight with worry as she called out for leon, her dog as he’s decided to explore the rest of the park out of yejin and seojun's reach during their walk. tears welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision as panic threatened to consume her. seojun’s touch, gentle yet firm, grounded her in the midst of her turmoil. 

feeling his hand cup her face, yejin’s breath caught in her throat as she looked up at him, her tear-filled eyes meeting his. she felt a pang of guilt for always seeming to cry around him but in that moment, she couldn’t help but it— his presence brought both comfort and vulnerability to the surface.

“i… i can’t find him, seojun..” her voice trembled as she spoke her words barely audible amidst the chaos of her emotions. “what if something happened to him?”

[soulprompts]

REASONS TO CUP A FACE. ( A PROMPT LIST. )

with the help of some very talented and amazing friends, i present to you an unexpected, very spontaneous meme list based on the beautiful art of cupping someone's face! there's a mix of romantic and platonic here, and even a few that defy the boundaries of normal relationship dynamics! i hope you enjoy! as always; DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST NOR CLAIM IT AS YOUR OWN!

[KISS]: sender cups the receivers face in their hands before drawing them closer for a kiss.

[CHECK]: after an unexpectedly violent situation, sender frantically rushes to check if the receiver is okay, cupping their face to look closer.

[CLEAN]: sender affectionately wipes a smudge of sauce from the corner of the receiver's mouth, cupping their face in the process.

[LIFT]: sender gently cups the receiver's face and lifts their chin so the receiver is looking up at them.

[COMFORT]: sender cups a distressed receiver's face in their hands and steadies them by resting their foreheads together.

[ATTENTION]: during an important conversation, the sender takes the receiver's face in their hands and firmly directs their focus on them.

[MAKE-UP]: while applying make-up on the receiver's face, the sender cups their face in order to keep them still.

[PRIDE]: after the receiver succeeds in a remarkable achievement, the sender cups their face and tilts their foreheads together to express how proud they are of them.

[WHISPER]: in order to have a private, hushed conversation with the receiver, the sender cups their face and draws them close to make sure they can be heard.

[HAIR]: in the process of pushing the receiver's hair back from their face, the sender lets their hand rest against the receiver's cheek a moment longer.

[GROUND]: during a moment of intense emotional stress, the sender gently takes the receiver's face in their hands to ground them until they're calmer again.

[WONDER]: unable to comprehend how incredible the receiver is, the sender decides to simply cup their face in their hands and marvel at them instead.

[LAST LOOK]: before going into a situation that may result in their death, the sender takes a moment to cup the unaware receiver's face in their hand, just to take a final look of admiration at them before they go.

[SACRIFICE]: the sender cups the receiver's face tenderly to distract them, right before shoving them out of the way (to safety) and facing an attack alone in order to buy the receiver enough time to escape.

[BELIEF]: in a moment where the receiver is lacking in self-confidence, the sender cups their face tenderly and professes their faith in the receiver's abilities.

[DISBELIEF]: after the receiver has done something completely unexpected (and reckless) the stunned sender cups their face in their hands while trying to get them to explain why the hell they did it.

[BETRAYAL]: trying to keep the receiver calm before the big reveal, the sender cups their face gently to keep them steady, and then reveals that they're the villain.

[WOUND]: after the receiver has been wounded, the sender tries to keep them calm and conscious by cupping their face in their hands and talking to them to keep them focused.

[INJURY]: after having been badly wounded themselves, the sender tries to reassure the frantic receiver by cupping their face and comforting them.

[RAMSAY]: after the receiver commits a culinary crime, the sender presses two slices of bread against either side of their face, cupping their face to hold the bread in place, and calls them an idiot sandwich.

[uninvitedawn]

soft laughter had erupted from his mouth, rubbing his shin at the same time because he knew he’d suffer a fatal blow somewhere on his body due to his actions. “hitting an already injured person? real class coming from you.” he retorted, cleaning up the little mess he made by putting everything away in it’s place in the first-aid box.

he’s faced with the truth, yes, he would’ve done the same thing and even more depending on what mood he was in. sen already knew what the female was capable of because he already got a front seat feature of it last year. a part of him wondered if she wonders how he didn’t react so explosively, or so shocked about it or maybe she sensed he’d take it well. he tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear, expression soft as he gazes back at her. “we sound real toxic right now by the way,” he says to lighten up the heavy sentimental vibe he’s starting to get right now.

“you never really told me what that scenario was back in your studio, the one where you ended up in the hospital.”

[mocnflower]

yejin couldn’t help but chuckle at sen’s playful remark, shaking her head in mock exasperation. “well.. i wouldn’t be hitting you if you hadn’t made a joke like that.” she teased, though her swelled with warmth at the familiar banter between them. “i bet you found that so amusing, huh?” she threw a playful glare at him while she took one of his hands in her grasp, fiddling with his hand unconsciously. 

as she watched sen tidy up, yejin couldn’t help but feel a sense of gratitude wash over her. it was moments like this, the quiet intimacy they would share that reminded her of just how much she valued his presence and when he reached out to tuck her hair behind her ear, yejin felt a flutter of warmth spread through her chest. his touch was gentle, comforting and she found herself leaning into it without thinking. 

“talk about yourself….” yejin replied with a playful smirk, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “i’m a total sweetie pie over here.” 

but as sen's tone shifted, yejin felt a pang of unease settle in the pit of her stomach. she knew what he was referring to—the incident last year in her studio that had landed her in the hospital with a knife wound. it was a memory she had tried to hide from him but it seems like she can’t. 

“it’s a long story,” she murmured. “let’s just say, that some old.. acquaintances of mine decided to pay me a visit. things got a little messy, but i managed to fend them off. barely.. but i’m still here.”