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#MOONSCOPED ━━━━ WRITTEN BY SHAN.
A STUDY IN: the moon chasing the sun / to protect is to love / death is not the end, but merely the beginning /
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𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍 ; she had no reason to, and yet she somehow always seemed to still live in her youngest brother’s shadow — or at least, she thought so. And though her parents and older siblings told her otherwise, it still never seemed to stick, so she kept that all underneath the surface where no one could see it. She was good at that. But she didn’t want to just assume that Ha-joon would have her live with him — of course it was always the first option she had thought of. But she, underneath that bubbly exterior, was …
Cautious.
𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐈𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄, finger twirling a lock of dark hair as she places a few belongings in one of the many boxes in her room at the mention of her graduation, a soft him leaving her as music plays lowly in the background, barely loud enough for the other to make out on the other side of the phone.
“I KNOW you were there! I’m just saying! How could I forget the tallest, most handsome guy there, huh?”
𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐀 𝐏𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐇𝐀-𝐉𝐎𝐎𝐍, and So-hee moves to turn the music off, falling back and letting her back hit the bed. She’s thankful they weren’t on FaceTime right this second, or he would see the brief fall of her expression before she perks back up. She wants nothing else but to be closer to him. It’s all she ever wanted.
“ It WAS an option but …! You’re always so busy and I’ll be really busy with the hours, and I didn’t think?? You’d want me to move in so soon??? Oh my god that sounds — that sounds really stupid out loud, doesn’t it? ” She laughs nervously, fingers twirling her hair again and playing with it once more, her voice dropping to a murmur. If anyone knew her insecurities well enough, it was Ha-joon. She had … tried to be upfront with them since the beginning. But she always felt that maybe?She was too much. Maybe he would realize that if they lived together, may be he would …
leave.
“ You … really want to have me around all the time? Me? ”
to have her close, is all he's ever wanted.
the only reason he'd been hesitant in dating so-hee in the first place was because he was unsure about how long distance would work. his schedule was hectic ; his job as an idol demanded almost all of his time and attention ━━━ ha-joon swore that he'd never subject anyone to being second best to his career, not if he could help it, and so he'd held off dating for the longest time.
but then he'd met her, and it was like everything had changed.
suddenly, every rule and excuse he'd made for why being single was better for everyone was thrown straight out the window. he would've risked it all for her, he still would, just a few years down the line. jung so-hee was never meant to have such a hold on him, but she'd done it effortlessly ; she'd charmed him in a way that no one else had, that no one else ever could and now he couldn't imagine a life without her at all.
so for the opportunity to finally come, for the two of them to finally have the chance to be together properly ? there was no way in hell he was passing this up, there was no force on this earth that could take him away from her now that he finally had the chance to have his girlfriend by his side every day.
" jagiya ... " the name, a term of endearment, spoken softly as he fumbles with the keys to his apartment ( another late night, but she certainly didn't need to know that. ) " it doesn't matter how busy we'll both be. i mean, it does but at least ... you know, at the end of a busy day we'll get to come home and instead of just an empty apartment or something ... the other one will be waiting there. that alone seems pretty worth it to me. " he says, kicking off his shoes at the entrance before shutting the door behind him.
" no bad day could stay bad if i knew you were going to be waiting for me at home. " and he means it, wholeheartedly. " of course i want you around all the time, sounds like a dream. so ━━━ when's the move happening ? you need help ? i can hire a truck or something and come to daegu myself ; bet your parents would love me even more if i did that, right ? "
@seouldayz
@modelscoped asked : “Soooo…” her voice trails off on the other line, twirling hair around her index finger as she speaks. “You know how I just finished my nursing course? I was … looking for work and there’s an opening at the hospital out in Seoul, and … well! I had an interview with them and they’re willing to take me?? Isn’t that great!? We won’t have to commute to eachother anymore — I mean, not as far, I guess! I still haven’t … found anywhere to stay, but I don’t start for a month so I have time I think ???”
distance isn't exactly something that he's happy about ; they've put up with it for a while now, because what other choice did they have ? ha-joon was based in seoul, his work and entire life was here. so-hee's family, her study kept her in daegu. he'd sworn that they'd make it work ─── she meant too much to him to give up so easily, but that didn't mean that he didn't dread the moments where he'd have to say goodbye to her on the train, unsure of when they'd see each other again.
" mm, i do know. i was at your graduation, remember ? " a subtle tease, laughter that sounds perhaps just a little too forced, if only because he's sick of hearing her voice from over the phone. he wants her here with him ─── was that too much to ask ?
" wait, you're moving to seoul ? " he clarifies, if only because he can't quite believe it. " what do you mean you haven't found anywhere to stay ? you're finally moving to the same city and you think i'm just going to let you, what ? live just anywhere ? no. just move in with me ───
how did that not even make the options list ? "
LEE HA-JOON & his girlfriend, JUNG SO-HEE spotted in the Gangnam District on December 31st, 2025.
@modelscoped asked: Is she swimming in his jacket? Yeah. She’s swaying side to side, hands in the pockets. “Soooo? How do I look?”
" so that's where my jacket went, huh ? " it had been missing for a week, maybe more now. at first, he'd thought he was going crazy, you know ? his favourite jacket had just up and disappeared, seemingly without a trace. but here it was, in the hands of his sweet, unsuspecting, adorable girlfriend no less. it's hard to even think about being mad when she looks this cute in it.
" mm, hard to tell. do a spin for me, then i'll tell you. "
𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐖𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 as he essentially humours her. Perhaps he left it on the chair in her room about a week ago, and instead of telling him he had forgotten it, she kept it. Could he really blame her? He was an idol ; he was busy and lived in another city ( only an hour and a half train, but still! ) , and So-hee wanted something that could help her think of him. Was that so bad? " I knoooow how it looks. But I miss you when you leave! And I don't even have anything to think of you when you're back in Seoul! And it's not like I made you forget it. I didn't steal it, I swear! " She smiles, scrunching her nose the way her brothers do when they're amused, clearly teasing him. She did steal it – She was a little jacket thief.
𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐔𝐏𝐒𝐄𝐓, at least. She laughs and obliges, twirling around in a circle before facing him again, hands neatly held behind her back.
" How's that, Joon-Joon? What do you think? I think it's a perfect fit! "
and maybe he believes her, to a certain extent. he believes that she misses him when he's gone, that she'd wanted something of his to curl up with at night. those two things, he believes. but to hear the words ' i didn't steal it, it swear ! ' come straight from her lips, with a look on her face that says ' i definitely stole it, i swear ! ' mm, the look on his face says that she's lucky she's cute ; otherwise he might've just called her out on it.
" that's a lot of excuses for one jacket, you know. "
but still, she twirls as asked, and when her back is turned his expression softens into one of quiet adoration because he couldn't help but think to himself just how much he hated this distance between the two of them. if only she lived closer, if only she could be with him all the time ━━ then maybe she'd stop stealing his jackets, and maybe he wouldn't have to miss her so much.
" come here. " he prompts, hand outstretched for her to take, pulling so-hee up against his chest the moment she takes his hand. " i think, " words murmured as he leans down, if only to press a kiss to the corner of her mouth. " it looks better on you than it ever did me. "
𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐔𝐓 ; despite it always being so obvious that he wasn't necessarily human. At least, not anymore. He hadn't been human in centuries, had he? He nearly forgot what it felt like to be so weak, so feeble, so ... human. Pathetic as these creatures were, Soo-jin had been reborn into something much better ; much stronger, and his bloodlust was all but insatiable. Most humans were stupid enough to believe that his patterns were nothing more than an aesthetic choice. Hunters, of course, were just as useless as other humans ; for they too, were easily manipulated. It was how he was able to be protected for so long — Why no one could strike him just yet.
𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄, 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐈𝐓?
𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐀-𝐉𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘, a low hum of a tune leaving him once more, head tilting from side to side as he focuses on the area of his chest, nails digging slightly but not tearing fabric nor flesh as of yet. Gaze quickly flickers when he sees the attempt of a headbutt towards him ; hand lightning fast as it caught the other's face within his palm and slammed his head back down against the concrete slab — not enough to make him bleed outwardly, but enough to dizzy him, at least.
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐌𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐓 ; the shadows within materializing and wrapping around his body to keep him in place. A tendril around his throat; one around his abdomen ( though not blocking where Soo-jin needed to be ), one around his hips and one at his already bound ankles. Tightly they pulled to keep him still ; the demon humming eerily once more.
" Did you really think that you had a chance with him? Mm? "
𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 so worried ; a knight in shining armor ; or a complete idiot. Neck cranes slightly as he looks down at Ha-joon as if he were nothing more than just a piece of meat to be butchered, something to be tossed away when he was done. Unfortunately, Soo-jin held a little care for him. Their personal situation helped with that. Hand trails down slowly from the other's chest to his stomach, brow raising softly before lowering, hand moving back just above his heart as claws tore at fabric. Tongue glides along his lips as sharp claws align themselves over Ha-joon's heart, slowly starting to wedge themselves into the flesh as blood oozes around them and seeps ; the smell of iron taking over his senses as his grin stretches inhumanely upon his features.
"There is nothing you can do. He will be mine, and mine alone. Permanently, forever. If you stayed out of my business … maybe you wouldn't be in this situation, eh? ... Who am I kidding. You were going to be culled regardless. NO ONE gets in the way of what I want."
𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐑 ; he isn’t quick about it. He wants to see the pain in Ha-joon’s eyes ; he wants to hear his screams echo in this dimly lit room. Soo-jin coos hollowly, leaning in closer to the other’s face as lips barely brush against eachother.
“ I’m going to miss our time together. Oh well. You had a good a run. I’ll make sure he doesn’t miss you too much. ”
it's hard to believe that there had been a point in time where he might've even considered soo-jin a friend. at the start, at least. he wasn't blind ━━ he could see that there was something different about the other, but ha-joon was never one to judge, always one to give the benefit of the doubt until proven otherwise.
that was, at least, until he'd seen the other interact with dae-ho. it was different than how he ever acted with anyone else ━━ subtle, but different. it was as though he thought he had some sort of ownership over sunshine personified, and as time went on, he became strangely . . . possessive. even ha-joon, who had known dae-ho for years at this point, would often feel the other's gaze burning holes into the back of his head, as though he was getting too close.
it had been around then where he began to suspect something wasn't quite right, not that he could put his finger on it at the time. but the more he dug, the more he followed ━━ the less he liked what he saw.
that night in the studio was a fluke, mere chance ; whatever had overtaken him that night was still something he couldn't quite explain, but it had led to many more nights that were far too similar in nature. thinking back on it now, ha-joon can't help but feel disgusted in himself ; that he'd lost sight of his original goal, that he'd enjoyed it, that he'd craved it. what good would any of that do him now, when he was so close to his end ?
hand grabs his face to slam him back into the ground and ha-joon cannot help but cry out in pain. his head is pounding, his vision blurred and he swears there's three of soo-jin in front of him now. eyes squeeze shut in an attempt to block out the pain, unaware of the shadows that curl around him, that keep him in place.
it's only when the demon speaks up that he opens his eyes again ━━ it's difficult to focus, soo-jin's words almost like an echo in his mind, but he catches enough to make sense of it. " more of . . . a . . . chance than . . . you. " a lie, perhaps, because he'd never worked up the courage to say anything to dae-ho - and it's a bitter pill to swallow, knowing that he never will.
the feeling of hand moving down his chest is not an unfamiliar one, though this time it brings a certain kind of sickness with it that settles deep within. he didn't want soo-jin to touch him, tries to move away and it's only then that he notices the shadow-like tendrils keeping him tethered, keeping him still ━━ and it only makes him try harder. " don't . . . fucking touch ━━ ugh ! " it's pain that he feels, indescribable and red hot. he doesn't want to give soo-jin the satisfaction of knowing how much it hurts, and bites down on his lip until it bleeds, determined not to make a single noise.
but if there was one thing he'd learned about soo-jin, it was that he always seemed to get what he wants ; and as claws dig further into flesh, as blood flows fast and freely, staining his shirt, he gets exactly what he wants.
for there is only so much that the human body can take before stubbornness falls flat. " don't ━━ " a cry of pain, body writhing with no place to go as he's held firmly in place. tears that pool in the corners of his eyes and threaten to spill. a plea, on the tip of his tongue ; not for himself, for deep down he knew there was no hope for him as much as he wished there to be. but for dae-ho ━━ who didn't know what he'd gotten himself into, who always saw the best in everyone, who didn't deserve any of this.
jung dae-ho ━━ the person he'd loved for years.
" don't hurt him ━━ please . . . "
@moonscoped : it feels wrong, in a way, being here. seeing, watching, as cheol-min stirs from his sleep. ha-joon can count the amount of times he’d met dae-ho’s brother on one hand when he was still alive - and it wasn’t as though he was here for a friendly visit. no, this was a warning, a final attempt to keep dae-ho safe ; unfinished business. ha-joon had failed, paid the price for his failure with his life at the hands of soo-jin. there was no hope for him now - the gaping hole in his chest where his heart should have been was proof of that. but there was still hope for dae-ho yet. and if there was anything that the spirit could do now, even in death, then he would do it. gaze flickers, and his own eyes widen in surprise when he sees cheol-min staring right at him - a horrible sight, he’s sure, but it can’t be helped. hands raised in defence as he steps a bit closer. “—you can see me, right? don’t freak out - i just . . . i had to talk to you.”
𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑, Cheol-min could see spirits. It was never really in the way it was shown on TV, either. He would not see a transparent spectre ; but a solid form, and he would see them as they died. It gave him frequent nightmares as a child, waking up in the middle of the night and crying to his parents until he had learned to get used to it. Not many of them had reached out to him – he would see them in passing if anything, but it was still always so jarring, regardless. He read that spirits could tell when someone could see them … and that's why they tended to gravitate towards those who could see. But maybe Dae-ho had told him about his gift that the younger was so skeptical about? Who knows.
𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐌 stir, and eventually, sit up in bed. A feeling much too familiar. Gaze first moved to Jiyong next to him, sound asleep, then to Bomi at the foot of the bed with them. A deep breath was taken ; there was another in here, and he could feel it. It took a moment before gaze fell upon Ha-joon, which caused him to jump a little in surprise, which alerted Bomi and had her perk up, to which Cheol-min immediately tried to relax her. “ No, Bomi – It's alright. Lay back down.” He watched as she lowered her head and sighed in relief. “Good girl.”
𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 before he reached over and turned on the dim light of the lamp on his nightstand, gaze moving back to Ha-joon and taking in what he was looking at. Pale, sickly skin ; bloodied lips and as his gaze moved, he noticed the gaping, bleeding hole in his chest, which dripped blood onto the floor below. It made something twist in his stomach, looking at him like this ; but if he learned anything about spirits, it was that ignoring the elephant in the room was best.
“ …Yeah, I can see you, Ha-joon. "
𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐌𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐀-𝐉𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐖 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒, but he knew that he liked him. He had wished that perhaps Dae-ho would have hooked up with Ha-joon, instead, and maybe the other wouldn't be like … this, and his brother would be safe. But fate was odd, that way, wasn't it? He watched the other step forward, but Cheol-min himself didn't move ; he let the other come to him, for now.
𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐌? Was it about Soo-jin, he wondered? Did Soo-jin do this to him? Cheol-min had already assumed that … They had come to a few conclusions about him already, but maybe … maybe talking to Ha-joon would help solidify their theories.
“ Is this about Soo-jin? Did he … do this to you? ”
to hear his murderer's name was . . . difficult. he tries to have his reaction not be so visceral, but for him, the memory was still so fresh. the feeling of his chest being carved open by bare hands, the briefest of moments where he watched his still-beating heart sit in the palm of the very person ━━ the very thing, that he'd been trying to protect dae-ho from, before he finally died. the look of self-satisfaction upon HIS face knowing that ha-joon would no longer be in the way.
perhaps soo-jin hadn't accounted for this, for cheol-min to be able to converse with spirits and for ha-joon to come to him, even after his death. the few times he had met dae-ho's older brother had made it obvious that there was nothing that cheol-min wouldn't do for him. apparently, that extended to fighting off a demon. if there was any way that ha-joon might've been able to help, if there was any information that he might be able to provide to give the other an edge, he'd do it.
ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴀʟʟ ʜᴇ'ᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴅᴀᴇ-ʜᴏ ꜱᴀꜰᴇ.
" yeah . . . he did. " as much as it pains him to say, there was no point in hiding it. maybe some good would come of cheol-min seeing him like this, help him realize what sort of brutality he was up against, what fate might await dae-ho if he didn't act in time. " i . . . all i wanted was to keep dae safe. " another step closer, though he doesn't dare move too much more into the room. he's more than aware of just how jarring his appearance is, and he doesn't want to do more damage just by being here.
" i tried tailing him for a bit. the guy gave me a bad vibe, you know ? especially around dae so i tried to find out more about him. the plan was to take him down myself but . . . well, no point in taking this information to the grave, right ? "
@modelscoped asked: Is she swimming in his jacket? Yeah. She’s swaying side to side, hands in the pockets. “Soooo? How do I look?”
" so that's where my jacket went, huh ? " it had been missing for a week, maybe more now. at first, he'd thought he was going crazy, you know ? his favourite jacket had just up and disappeared, seemingly without a trace. but here it was, in the hands of his sweet, unsuspecting, adorable girlfriend no less. it's hard to even think about being mad when she looks this cute in it.
" mm, hard to tell. do a spin for me, then i'll tell you. "
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ ... It is. ❞
Were feathers, apparent, not proof enough ; the oddness of her figure, her feet, the scaled hands tipped in fierce claws and ears, should have given 'way the truth of his claim. Head tips slightly, in an acknowledging bow. ❝ I ... Am something of a visitor, a refugee, to this place. My home is far from safe, for me. Not that here, is a paradise, should I choose to reveal myself in truth. Surely, you won't tell anyone with authority ? I do not want problems ; nor do my friends. ❞
" secret's safe with me. " and it's a promise that he intends to keep. dae-ho could be too trusting a lot of the time, this much was true, but ha-joon was a better judge of character ; first impressions were everything, and this woman ━━ celeste ━━ seemed nothing if not kind. from what dae-ho had told him, she'd done nothing more than try to be his friend, to keep him safe.
if nothing else, that was something that ha-joon could sympathize with, that he could appreciate. " can't say the same about dae though ━━ he always says he's great at keeping secrets but, between you and me ? he's terrible at it. "
𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐅𝐔𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐃. When the realization hit them that he wasn’t what he portrayed himself to be. How the patterns on his skin pulsed and lit up, how his dark eyes switched into a molten gold with slit pupils that were as sharp as knives, and elongated canines that threatened to bite and tear flesh. He enjoyed seeing the faces of his victims contort into fear when it hit them ; when it all made sense as to why he looked the way that he looked, and that their life was no longer theirs. That he was going to take it from them in a way that was not humane.
“ Aaaaaah. Look at where poking your nose around where it doesn’t belong gets you, eh? “
𝐇𝐀-𝐉𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 for a while now; limbs bound, though his body squirmed in his grasp. Soo-jin hummed as he listened to the muffled protests of the other gagged with a cloth tied around his mouth. A clawed hand moved to pat his ass as if he were trying to comfort him in some way, but it was clear what his intentions were and that this was in no way a comforting gesture — but a mocking one. Lips part into a wide grin unseen to the other man as combat boots thump lowly against what sounded like a concrete floor, the area like a maze with halls that twisted and turned — no light sources to be seen as the demon carried the other man down the dark halls until he stopped in front of one of the many doors down here.
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐊 ; Soo-jin pushing it open with his free hand and kicking it closed behind him with a loud
𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐌 !
𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐄𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐌 𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐒 in the room as it leaves him ; this room now illuminated with a dim light. His footsteps echo once more ; slow, loud thumps before he lays the other man down on what seemed to be nothing more than a large slab of concrete. Claws hook into the fabric of the cloth in his mouth and pull down to allow Ha-joon to speak, if he so wished — for Soo-jin would love nothing more then to hear him beg and plead for his life. Would it change his mind? Absolutely not. Tongue glides over fanged teeth, fingers grip onto the other’s jaw to force him to look into those molten gold colored hues.
“ And here I was, getting … attached. You kept things interesting, I'll give you that. Maybe you would have survived if you kept to yourself, mm? Dae-Dae is going to be so sad when you’re gone. How selfish of you. “ Soo-jin mused ; though his expression and tone were void of any emotion. It was something dark ; hollow. Clawed fingers trailed down slowly from Ha-joon’s jaw to his chest ; right above his heart, feeling his heartbeat pulse as a smirk twitched at the corner of his lips. " But I'll make sure that he has a nice little parting gift from you. "
“ Any last words? “
@moonscoped | It's time for you to die.
it's unnatural. everything about him is unnatural.
from the moment ha-joon had met him he'd felt something off about the other, something that he just hadn't been able to place. he'd pushed it away at first, seeing how dae-ho spoke so highly of soo-jin he'd wanted to assume the best, you know ? make an effort for someone that was so near and dear to him.
perhaps that had been his first mistake - thinking that anything about soo-jin could have possibly been good.
he thinks himself an idiot, seeing the warnings, allowing himself to get close despite them all. ha-joon might have argued it was just because he didn't trust the other, that he needed to get closer in order to understand the truth - but that was a lie, wasn't it ? selfish, he'd been. so lost in the grief of not being able to have dae-ho how he wanted, and so he'd taken to someone else instead - an arrangement that had worked well for the two of them, or so he'd thought.
he had no one to blame but himself for his carelessness ; thinking he could have his cake and eat it too. soo-jin was dangerous, he'd felt it from the second that they'd met, it was why he'd gotten so invested in the first place - anything to keep dae-ho safe from a monster.
but he couldn't even do that, could he ? what good was he tied up and slung over the monster's shoulder when dae-ho was off somewhere none the wiser ? what good was he dead ? so he struggles, not for himself ( at least in the typical sense ) but for dae-ho. because he has to get back and tell him the truth, he has to get out of here with dae-ho before something terrible happens, before it's too late.
soo-jin is stronger than he looks, holding on tight with seemingly little effort, totally unphased by how much ha-joon moves around. it's frustrating, terrifying, and it only makes him work harder - a desperate attempt to break free from the bonds that he'd found himself in.
try as he might to not appear scared ( least of all in front of him ) his heart betrays him, racing so fast that he can feel it pounding against the inside of his skull, feel it thumping against his ribcage as it threatens to burst free. ha-joon's mind is racing with ways to try and break free, to escape the situation he's found himself in, but his train of thought is cut off as he's dumped onto the freezing concrete that lay below. if he could just get his legs free he'd be able to run - if he can run, he can get to dae-ho ━━ they could get out of this fucking nightmare.
together.
the rag that stops him from speaking is removed from his mouth, jaw aching from the strain of having it there in the first place. insults on the tip of his tongue that fizzle out when a clawed hand grips him, forces him to look. ha-joon had never looked at the other with any particular fondness, truth be told, but there's still a sense of betrayal that it had ever come to this ; a disgust in himself that he'd thought, for even a second, that soo-jin was something other than what he'd suspected all this time.
" ━━ fuck you, leave him out of this ! " stubborn, desperate to defend dae-ho until the very end, like it was his life's purpose. as clawed finger hovers over his chest, a deep, sinking feeling settles in the pit of his stomach. whatever soo-jin was, it certainly wasn't human, and ha-joon can't just accept the fact that he's not making it out of here alive, ignores it and tells himself that he'll fight his way out of here if it's the last thing he does.
" let me go ━━ " anger takes shape, an ugly thing really, as he surges forward and tries to headbutt the other with all the strength he can muster.
September 20th, 2025 — Times Square, Seoul.
After what seemed to be a quiet few months regarding 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐋, it seems as though another body has appeared in the city. A citizen had called 911 immediately when she noticed the body, tied up to a wooden pyre like the other corpse-like shrines left by 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑 outside of Times Square Mall. The call was made at 6 : 00 AM on Saturday, September 20th 2025. The citizen was on her way to work when she suddenly saw the body hanging. The woman described that the body attached to the pyre was bound at the wrists and ankles, 𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄 in his chest with his heart missing, & his head tipped forward, eyes open & rolled back.
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐀-𝐉𝐎𝐎𝐍 ( 23 ), one of the rappers of 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓’𝐒 new boy group, 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐌𝟒𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄, whose other members include Han Soo-jin ( 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐌𝟒𝐊𝐄𝐑 ) , 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐀𝐄-𝐁𝐄𝐎𝐌, & 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐀𝐄-𝐇𝐎 ( younger brother to retired 𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐂 member, Jung Cheol-min / 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐌𝐈𝐍 ).
Authorities suspect that this may be a 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑, for as similar as the murder & the way it was presented is similar, it was noted that the body was not 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃 like the other victims of 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑, leaving the victim identifiable, as well as the victim’s heart was missing from the scene as a whole.
Authorities are still currently working on identifying the causes, reasoning & investigating any clues that may lead to what they assume is a 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑.
𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 has not made any comments as of yet regarding the murder itself, but asks that your thoughts are with the deceased's friends, family & groupmates as they handle the loss in this trying time.
We will notify the public with updates as they come.
@beastm4ker asked: [ edge ] sender brings receiver to the edge of pleasure, only to pull away with a knowing smirk ( reversed 💀 ) -> ⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐧 (VERY USFT!!!!)
the stark contrast in how soo-jin presents himself to the public and to how he was when it was just the two of them was something he could never quite understand. someone so domineering, someone that commanded respect and admiration and fear ━━ who needed control of every situation he found himself in, and yet he's so pliant when at ha-joon's mercy. he moans like a bitch in heat, grasps at the sheets and whines for more, never with words, but it's obvious in how his body reacts that he wants more ━━ fucking begs for it, actually.
it's like an addiction almost, to know that in these moments, he has the power and god does he feel it in moments like these, when soo-jin's pleasure is in his hands and he decides whether or not the other even deserves it.
" god, you're so pathetic like this. " he groans, hands gripping the other's hips tightly, gaze fixated on the way his cock slides in until his hips are flush against soo-jin's ass and the other has the fucking audacity to push back, to try and get him deeper still. does he even realize he's doing it, he wonders ?
still, ha-joon knows that he's no better off ; pathetic in his own way for coming back for more when he knows just how dangerous soo-jin is. it was a terrible idea, and yet it's never long before he finds himself here, rutting against him, groaning into his ear, pretending it was dae-ho ━━ if only for a moment.
" you want more ? not like you fucking deserve it. " and yet, ha-joon picks up the pace, fucks into soo-jin like it's his god damned mission in life. every sound the other makes only spurs him on and god, he can hear how close the other his, can hear the way he fists his own cock, desperate for release.
so he stops.
he pulls out and flips soo-jin onto his back ( and fuck, he looked like a mess ) hands pinned above his head as ha-joon settles himself between legs once again. when he starts moving again, it's slower ━━ too slow to give any release, any satisfaction, but that's exactly the point. " what makes you think i'd give you what you want ? " a smirk upon his lips as he leans down, lips pressed throat as if only to tease further.
" you want it so badly ? prove to me that you deserve it. "
@beastm4ker asked: ❛ you greedy little fucker , ❜ -> STEPPING INSIDE OF THE VOID .
maybe he was too greedy for his own good ; greedy in every sense of the word. the need to know everything, to have everything that he wanted ; to have his cake and eat it too. they'd spoken about selfishness not long ago, how it was normal to an extent ━━ healthy even, and ha-joon's selfishness was definitely showing now, a grin on his face even as soo-jin has him pressed up against the wall. a threat, maybe, anger or frustration ━━ he's unreadable at the best of times, but perhaps ha-joon didn't mind in situations like this.
maybe, just maybe, he liked it.
" ━━ takes one to know one, doesn't it ? " grin widening, only all too confident in a moment that he most definitely should not have been confident in. soo-jin's hold on him was impossibly tight, no wiggle room even if he wanted it ━━ and yet he doesn't struggle, only glances up to meet the other's gaze, far too comfortable with how things seemed to be playing out. " are you saying you can't handle that ? "
@beastm4ker asked: ❛ won't you fill my void ? ❜ -> STEPPING INSIDE OF THE VOID .
the wording itself is unsettling, laughable in the proper context because who in the hell says something like that ? soo-jin, obviously, but he can't imagine why. maybe he was expecting the discomfort, maybe that was exactly what he wanted ━━ or maybe this was a rare display of genuine need. the trickiest part, ha-joon thinks, is that he can't even tell.
what does soo-jin even want from him ?
" you know, i think that's just about the weirdest shit you've asked me. and you've asked me some pretty weird shit before. "
@beastm4ker asked: ❛ so what if i'm selfish , everyone else is . ❜ -> STEPPING INSIDE OF THE VOID .
was it not human nature to be selfish to an extent ? for as much as people tried to deny it, it was written in their souls, etched into their bones to want, to yearn, to keep things for themselves. to have something that was just for yourself was . . . unrealistic maybe, but it's dreams like that which keep people moving, keeps them pushing forward. ha-joon knew this perhaps all too well.
soo-jin's selfishness . . . might have been warranted to an extent, but like everything else about the man, it just felt off. everything about him felt off. he asks what it matters if he's selfish, and ha-joon can't help but think that it's different. his selfishness isn't normal, it isn't healthy ━━ it threatens to consume all those that get caught in his web until there is nothing left of them.
how close he'd become with dae-ho is proof of that.
because ha-joon feels it, the lingering gaze when he gets a little too close, the way it burns into the back of his skull when a hand is placed on dae-ho's shoulder. he's always there, always watching ━━ it's just so hard to believe that dae-ho hasn't noticed it, that he doesn't care, or maybe worst of all ━━ that he actually enjoys the feeling of having soo-jin so close.
but that's not what they're talking about, is it ? he turns his gaze off to the side for a moment, looking as though he's deep in thought, pondering the other's words. " people can be selfish, yeah. think there's a limit on that stuff though. like, there's bound to be a point where it's too much, don't you think ? "
@beastm4ker asked: “Sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong isn’t very smart, don’t you think?" -> unprompted
ha-joon was no idiot, he'd known that there was something off about soo-jin from the moment they'd met. playing nice was one thing, the odd moment where they'd meet under the guise of business or suddenly disappear for a few hours was neither here nor there. he knew what he was, what he'd done ━━ he just didn't know what the other had planned next.
perhaps that was why he'd tried to keep him close ; one way or another he knew, had this sick feeling in the pits of his stomach that the other was dangerous, that he was planning something - that dae-ho was bound to get hurt. he could only ever expect the worst, because expecting anything less meant setting himself up for failure, it meant that something might happen that he could have prevented and god, he'd never forgive himself if something happened to dae-ho. he couldn't.
to not be weary of soo-jin would be a mistake ; what happened when the two of them were alone was a different dynamic entirely. this was different ━━ ha-joon had no control here and perhaps, that was what soo-jin wanted - to remind him of that. still, he stands tall, refuses to allow himself to show just how fast his heart is beating against his ribcage.
fear was healthy, to an extent. but showing fear to someone like him would only ever be his downfall. " do you really think i'd waste my time being nosey ? " denial. denial. denial. " you're looking into it too much. outside of work and getting my dick wet, i don't really care what you do, puppy. "
what is your trauma archetype ?
The Broken Mirror
You struggle with self-image and identity. You see fragments, contradictions, a self that never feels whole. Your trauma lives in confusion between who you were and who you are.
