𝓑 𝑀𝐸

[msujaehyun]

dark creed ;

msuxander​:

with @msujaehyun at the library

it’s not often that xander is found sitting at any bench on campus grounds. when he does find extra time in his schedule though, he enjoys situating himself in an area where he can observe others. of course, it’s always for his enjoyment as he either hexes random students who pass by or he reads their auras.

anyone who knows xander may find it odd that he’s chosen to study aurology alongside potions amongst all the choices mokseong offers. however, it’s served him well in being able to distinguish dark auras from light ones whenever needed especially when aiding his father to identify any dark wizards. of course, the auras at mokseong that he reads are never as intense or the same as an actual dark wizard. there are, however, exceptions every now and then when a student is under great distress, incredibly upset or something heavy weighing on their mind changes their aura. this seems to be the case for a particular student xander happens to read as he passes by.

the student’s aura is completely different from the ones xander is accustomed to seeing on mokseong grounds though. it’s a bit dark but… there’s something familiar. there’s no questioning that his aura is tinged with the same darkness that xander has seen countless of times from dark wizards. it’s not incredibly strong, but it’s there and it’s all it takes to make xander follow the unsuspecting male.

the entire time that xander follows the male student, his aura seems to maintain it’s dark energy which is a slight surprise to xander as auras tend to change as a person’s thoughts and intentions change. so he knows, the male must have something set in mind and before long they’ve reached the outside of the library. with his curiosity peaked, xander continues to follow the student in, keeping a safe distance behind.

there’s a routine that bell follows. not a strict one, he doesn’t like to schedule everything down to the second, that sounds more like something his brother would do. however, there are a few activities—if they could be called that—he always completes within his days. one of them is resting under a tree, silently enjoying the breeze and eventually slipping into a slumber. the other is racking up every book he can find in the library to track down the group who tore his family apart.

fundamentally, those are two vastly different activities, but he never fails to do one or the other before night falls. he stifles a yawn as he heads towards the library with the same goal in mind. classes have been rather boring, not at all helping with his heavy eye lids. he’s much more awake now, stretching his legs as he walks. he has to be more alert when he’s researching anyway, otherwise he’ll miss important information. bell wouldn’t forgive himself if something significant flew over his head simply because he’s too tired to process whatever he’s reading, but that shouldn’t—it won’t happen.

it may not seem like it, what with the way bell seems disinterested in most things, but he’s determined. even if it’s a path he has to walk alone.

he doesn’t hesitate in his steps, already familiar with the rows of books and the placement of each, having visited the library so many times throughout his time in mokseong. there’s a particular book he’s eager to find, although he isn’t surprised to find it isn’t within mokseong’s walls. so, like any other day, he picks up one that isn’t restricted—the rise and fall of the dark arts.

the presence that follows him doesn’t go unnoticed, but it doesn’t bother him either. bell doesn’t even bother looking up at whoever it is, opening the book up, eyes focused on it as he speaks. “need something?”

[msujaehyun]

` twilight ;

msujaewon​:

msujunseong​:

( ... )

once he’s actually managed to gather them all together at the costume party, he huffs at the two shorter men. “i can’t believe you both betrayed me.” he shakes his head in mock disappointment, gesturing at their costumes. never mind the fact that he also isn’t the vampire he was meant to be, but he definitely would have dressed up as a sparkly vampire if the other two had agreed to do it together! 

( ... )

     he rolls his eyes though, glancing at @msujaehyun in amusement. “i mean if we had all dressed up, we’d be the wrong species right? since edward’s supposed to be a vampire but he’s not.”

bell didn’t really have any ideas for a costume previously, not until miyoung came up with the idea to dress up as cloud and tifa, completing a matching set. it’s why he’s here with blonde hair and a huge sword on his back, because as unmotivated as he seems, lee jaehyun commits.

maybe if junseong approached him with his idea before miyoung, he wouldn’t he’d be wearing a vampire cloak, or whatever it is bella swan wears in those movies and books. or maybe not, he had only seen a few infamous clips and he doesn’t find it pleasing to be associated with the character or the franchise in general.

a chuckle slips past his lips, nodding along to ( @msujaewon​ )’s statement. “i don’t understand why you’re upset when you’re dressed up as the wrong character, anyway.” he reaches a hand out to tug at junseong’s werewolf ears, amused. “but you do act more like a puppy than you do a vampire, so i guess it all worked out in the end.”

he reels back with a teasing smile. “tell you what, i’ll just turn into a real vampire one day. isn’t that better?”

[msujaehyun]

apples to apples!

msucal​:

and i run on dunkin’…. or getting dunk’d by @msujaehyun

cal definitely would consider himself to be a romantic. maybe not as hopeless as some, but he definitely believes in the concept of soulmates and how he’d eventually find love someday. sure, his past relationships may have been rocky and he is going through conflicting emotions right now. but he still believes that he’ll find someone, get married to them, and be happy with them forever. so when people brought up how this activity would cater to that desire, he was more than excited to try it out. 

it was a little silly of him to ask bell out of all people. while he personally thought the both of them were on good terms, he wasn’t blind to the fact that bell was a little on the grouchy side. he could even say that if cal himself was the human personification of a golden retriever, campbell’d be the human personification of a cat who was very much over his shit. but it’s not like he could ask anyone who was aware of his love difficulties right now. so he decides to ask someone who has no interest on what’s going on in his life right now!

“you excited to figure out who your soulmate is?” he asks with a big smile. “i’m kinda stoked, to be honest. do you want to go first or should i?” 

rumours are stupid. a lot of the time they’re baseless, spread from mouth to mouth because humans are simply just that bored, sometimes. the rumour that surrounds this particular halloween activity is the same, although he isn’t surprised to see many people trying it out. bell has no reason to try it out himself, the concept of soulmates isn’t something he’s interested to look into, not when he believes he has himself set on a path that he must walk on his own.

that being said, he’d be lying if he says he doesn’t find it a little amusing to see someone’s hopes rise up only for them to be crushed mercilessly. maybe that’s why he agreed to go along with cal, despite finding himself trying to avoid the golden boy of sunshine most days (not out of spite or anything—it’s not personal! bell just loathes the sun) no matter the occasion. he musters a lazy smile, zero effort in hiding his lack of interest towards cal’s love life.

bell lingers close, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “you seem to need it more than i do, why don’t you go first? in fact, maybe i can help you. there’s a trick we can try, but i can’t tell you about it, it might ruin the effect.”

[msujaehyun]

again and again.

msumiyoung​:

daring as the question might be,  it’s nothing more to miyoung than something she already knows the answer to.  it’s why she’s this shameless and this natural when she tosses it into the air between them.  truthfully,  when their first relationship ended after two months,  she never expected to fall into this cycle of seemingly random one week dating.  but it’s always a nice change of pace,  provides them both with things they desire and can’t find in anyone else.  it appears as if two mismatching puzzle pieces have found a way to match,  except they always have.  not out of love — out of sheer practicability.

“what makes you think something happened?”  she asks,  faux gullibility in her voice.  it’s obvious she usually goes back to him whenever her mind needs a reset.  they are honest with each other,  open enough for her to admit outright,  “i slept with a guy in the trophy room.  at night.  and i’m afraid the ghosts watched us.”  features twist into something akin to disgust,  the mere thought of it bringing back goosebumps on her skin and a churning stomach.

his teasing is met with the thinning of feline-like eyes into a glare,  albeit a rather weak one.  because slender arms have made their way around his neck,  rest there loosely,  looking over his features,  as if searching for new blemishes she might have missed out during their time apart.  “would it hurt you to simply say yes for once?”  she inquires,  a half-hearted question.  her focus soon lies in the way she closes the gap between their faces and lets rosy lips press against his own.  

despite being the assertive one of them two,  the kiss is not greedy,  not aggressive.  she takes her sweet time refamiliarizing herself with the feeling of actually kissing him,  of feeling his lips move against her own.  even this feels as natural as the question she keeps asking over and over with the same answer each time.  she leans back moments later,  all fluttery eyelids and tangled fingers in his hair,  but she remains close enough to still feel his breath on her skin.  “wanna stay here or go somewhere else?”

miyoung can be unpredictable, it’s a trait of her that he’d say she takes pride in, even. it’s a privilege to be able to figure out her wishes and demands before she has needs to voice them out, one that bell doesn’t take for granted. she always seeks him out, particularly after an unpleasant encounter, with the same goal in mind. there’s no complaints from his end, not when he invited her to do so the first time their fleeting yet endless relationship came to a close. if it had been anyone else, he would have received a slap to the face. but this is miyoung, she wouldn’t refute him, not when he can give her what most people can’t.

there’s no surprise shown in his expression once miyoung admitted to the event that lead her to him. it’s a strange tale, almost like a joke, but miyoung seems to find herself within peculiar situations more often than not. “how unfortunate, along with the collected dusts within that room, i can’t imagine how that must felt like.” bell doesn’t press for details, he can tell it’s a memory she would rather bury in the back of her mind.

the glare she offers him doesn’t go unnoticed, his only response being a glimmer in his eyes and a low chuckle. it doesn’t drive him away, especially when their lips eventually meet, officially sealing the deal. bell had always taken the more passive role, letting miyoung take control as she sees fit. that doesn’t mean he provides no response, reciprocating in the way he tilts his head and moves his lips against hers. he doesn’t pull away first—he never tries to.

“it delights me that you value my confirmation,” he says. “my answer is always the same—yes, but you’re well aware of that already.” it’s too late to say that now, although knowing that doesn’t stop him. he remains close to her, a reminder of how constant he has been in her life thus far ever since they’ve met. it would have been romantic, if they were anyone else.

he hums. “i don’t think you’d appreciate the grass and dirt getting on your clothes. we can leave. the question is—do you want to stay within school grounds, or run away for the day?”

[msujaehyun]

meow

msuwendy​:

“what about my costume?” her eyes narrow, lip curling in pre-indignation. “some of us don’t like to waste time on stupid fucking costumes, you dweeb.” wednesday yanks the serrated knife out of the pumpkin, swinging it just past jaehyun’s head recklessly to clank twice against the sword on his back for emphasis. 

                                “and i don’t remember asking your opinion, thanks.”

wendy’s cold reply doesn’t deter him in the slightest. well into their years of friendship, bell has learned to tune out the way her words could cut deep, not that he has any trouble letting those types of jabs fly over his head if it was anyone else other than her. in a way, they do fit each other as friends.

it’s not hard to figure out that she’s holding back her tongue a little, though. after all, other than it being halloween, it’s also his birthday. bell would tell her that she doesn’t need to treat him any different, but he already knows the reaction he’ll receive: a stern shut up, accompanied by a sharp glare.

all in all, he’s not losing anything by letting it go. as much as wendy hurls her insults at him, he already knows that she cares, in her own way. she wouldn’t be allowing him within her vicinity if she doesn’t.

“i know. depending on how long this pumpkin lasts, i might bring it home and show them.” with that in mind, he makes the first cut, working on the eyes first and foremost. it’s a rather therapeutic activity, bell realises once the first eye is finished. a better alternative to the apple bobbing thing everyone’s flocking to because of some baseless rumour.

bell raises his eyebrow, letting out a short hum of acknowledgement. “make a skeleton, then. or... you can paint it into something scary. are thestrals too complicated?” his suggestions doesn’t provide much aid, bell doesn’t really understand what’s traditionally scary and what isn’t. “faces are the easiest to carve. just paint the rest.”

he doesn’t flinch when the knife came dangerously close to his head, merely giving wendy a tilt of his head. “it’s part of the festivity, why not go all out? i’m matching with my girlfriend too, i’d be a dick to not put as much effort as she did.” the sword on his back doesn’t bother him as he thought it would, he couldn’t feel the weight thanks to the feather-light charm.

as if a lightbulb appeared over his head, bell suddenly mutters accio with a wave of his wand, a headband with cat ears making its way to his hand not too long after. without a warning, he unceremoniously places it on wendy’s head with a quirk of his lips.

“you know i never ask for your opinion, anyway.”

[msujaehyun]

lived

msumiyoung​:

unlike bell who is fascinated by the thestrals,  miyoung has never experienced death to be able to actually see the creatures.  good for her in a way,  she thinks;  the whole ghost ordeal already makes her feel uneasy enough,  has been dominating the entire halloween night.  a weird horse creature is the last thing she needs to be seeing right now.  it’s nice to see her boyfriend like this,  though — usually only cats are able to get him this enchanted.

her head shakes at his question.  “i can’t,  but say hello to them from me.”   she makes no attempt to conceal the looming mood ever since she exited the haunted house. still shaken up,  still plenty distraught;  quite a rare sight for someone so very confident and self-assured as miyoung.  at least she has bell here with her,  and bell has somehow always been the only one to get her distracted and her spirits lifted.  

his gentleman act would have made her smile if she weren’t dealing with an inner turmoil.  still,  she accepts the offered hand with a little curtsy of her own,  “why,  thank you,  good sir,”  climbing inside the carriage with his help and waiting for him to be settled next to her.  once the door is closed shut and the carriage begins to move,  she has already pressed herself against his side.  ignoring the gloomy fog and creepy noises,  seeking to bask in his warmth and forget about the haunted house experience. 

“happy birthday.”  she says suddenly in the middle of the bumpy ride,  quite unceremonious,  too.  the timing might seem random,  bell might have thought she didn’t know about this special day,  but miyoung has always been full of surprises.  by now she has her arms wrapped around his waist and rosy lips are pressing a kiss to his cheek first,  the corner of his lips next. 

there are a few things about himself that only miyoung gets to see, he knows she’d understand because they’re almost like two sides of the same coin. similarly, he pays close attention to the shifts in mood that occurs around the other, a contrast to the assumption that he is oblivious to his surroundings simply for how disinterested he seems. that’s not the case, far from it, but no one else needs to know but her.

“i’ll be sure to let them know,” he says with a quirk at the corner of his lips, a small smile of reassurance to whatever silent problems miyoung is dealing with. he doesn’t need to ask, she’ll tell him on her own, if she needs to. he climbs onto the carriage, the door shutting behind him as he placed himself by her side. it isn’t long until he has his arm around her, finding a form of comfort in their closeness.

a fog followed them as they went on their way, the view of the castle grounds is a little different than usual with the added attraction, the subtle creak and hushed giggles meant to unsettle only serving to be music to his ears. the ride is bumpy, but he doesn’t mind it all that much. it doesn’t surprise him as much as miyoung’s next words are, and the way his eyes widened slightly when he turned to her must have made that clear. but really, he shouldn’t have been surprised. after all, it’s gyeon miyoung. 

“you remembered,” he chuckles lightly, accepting the kisses. bell doesn’t stop himself when he leans forward once more to capture her lips in a proper kiss. since she knows it’s his birthday, she wouldn’t mind, would she? he pulls away with a lazy wink. “by chance, do you have a gift prepared for me?”

[msujaehyun]

light the candles

msujaein​:

( ... )

     He hadn’t been in the house before now, didn’t know what exactly would happen to him if he went inside, though he told himself to just think of Bell. If he kept his mind on his brother he would be fine. Maybe with all of the ‘jump scares’ that were bound to happen he would stay distracted, at least that’s what he was hoping for anyway.

bell doesn’t find any sort of appeal to haunted houses in general, other than the fact there are, supposedly, real ghosts among the dummies within the one he’s inviting his brother into right now. that’s enough to make him curious enough to check it out. he never ventured to find the ghosts that haunt mokseong’s walls on his own, this is a good time as any.

finding jaein tending to another person isn’t anything new, especially in a setting where students are carelessly running around or shoving their head into an apple-filled bucket of water for too long. despite the different paths they decided to take, bell had always admired his brother’s goal, his chosen profession in life. he hopes that no matter what, jaein is aware that bell would support him through it all.

he blinks, not expecting the congratulations. “you remembered.” he sounds surprised, although he should have known jaein wouldn’t forget. his brother wouldn’t forget something that significant, jaein cares for him, after all. even though they’re at odds, that fact remains untouched, unable to change. “thank you. it’s—weird, as always, to hear someone say that to me when this day is mostly linked to the dead.” bell isn’t so sure he’d be able to get used to it anytime soon.

the gym is certainly decorated—morphed, more like—into the picture perfect haunted house. bell steps in without much care, humming to himself. a few steps in, and they haven’t encountered anything too bad, but they haven’t strayed that far from the entrance. there’s a few giggles surrounding them, which bell finds amusing in itself. “they say the ghosts around campus are a part of the attraction. i wonder if they’re participating willingly or not.” he’s a little worried for jaein. the haunted house isn’t exactly an enclosed space, but it could trigger something unsettling within jaein either way.

[msujaehyun]

msumalia​:

this is not what i planned

✘ CLOSED STARTER — @msujaehyun​

She was somehow always getting herself dragged into school activities that she wanted to avoid most. While wandering across campus to meet with a few friends to head to the costume party together, Malia had managed to —instead— lose herself in the darkness of the gym. Looking back now, the girl should have known not to mindlessly followed along with the flow of a crowd. Doing so had only carried her to trouble. In this case, she was now at the school’s haunted house. 

Being easily frightened, she knew immediately after hearing of the attraction that she didn’t want to participate. Just my luck. 

Afraid of what she may see, Malia covered her eyes with her hands although it didn’t have much of an effect. In a desperate attempt to seek protection, the girl reached out to the first arm she could find within close proximity. 

“I’m so sorry!” She apologized blindly, still choosing not to look at anything around her. “I don’t usually do this but I’m really scared. So if you could help me find my way out of this, I would really, really appreciate it!” 

after wandering through the haunted house with his brother, bell finds himself quite enamoured with the interior design as well as the souls that rests within it. he had always been fascinated with the concept of death in itself, whether the afterlife truly exists. he wonders what conditions need to be met so that one would turn into a ghost, one stuck in limbo and unable to leave certain grounds. he’s not so sure the ghosts will be willing to talk to him about such things, though. that might be bringing up bad memories.

he’s walking in silence, completely unbothered by the creepy atmosphere and whatever effects they’re surrounded with. he even got used to the darkness. as sudden as it was, even when someone within the darkness grabbed onto his arm within the dark, he doesn’t flinch.

with a raised eyebrow, he listens to the girl speak before he lets out a sigh. taking out his wand, he whispers, “lumos.” this way, he can see her face clearer. she had her eyes closed, it’s a miracle how she managed to not bump into anything in her path yet.

“you should open your eyes, for starters,” he says, already sounding tired. “no one is going to hurt you here. unless you want to crash into something.” 

[msujaehyun]

msuyoojin​:

.right to be wrong

unfolded parchment #20: “don’t make it weird!”, with @msujaehyun​​

“Don’t make it weird!”, Yoojin heard Jaehyun complain for the third time and now he just turned around and crossed his arms, an annoyed expression gracing his baby features as he sighed; he was being beyond patient now, acting friendly with the other male because it was Halloween and it was his very favorite holiday ever but enough was enough.

“Stop it Jae…please”, he used a nickname and Yoojin hardly called people like that unless he was too intimate with them or if they allowed or if he was drunk (this could be an explanation, after all the pumpkin juice did taste weird(er) than usual). 

They were just about to cross the amazingly decorated school’s grounds and find the said outside movie theater when Jaehyun started to complain. At first Yoojin thought the toseong junior was just being picky about it, but as he didn’t give any further explanation, he started questioning himself, if he was making the situation weird for the two of them, if he was at fault; he hated his brain for that but it wasn’t something he could control.

“Look, it’s just two friends going to watch a movie. Ignore people saying it’s romantic or shit like that”, he offered him a smile, reserved and calm, unlike the way his brain kept yelling saying he was the problem.

Adjusting the crown he was wearing, all dressed up still, he then gave up to the dark thoughts, his mood dropping considerably, as Jaehyun’s sentence played in his head like a broken record. “Am I making this weird for you?”, he asked quietly, visibly uneasy.

bell isn’t sure how he got himself in this type of predicament, really. he has no interest in muggle movies, much less those claiming to be of the horror genre. he’s still sticking around though, just in case they decide to play ready or not, which he heard is a pretty fun spin on weddings and meeting your in laws. other than that, he’s more interested at the way the people around him are screaming their heads off at cheap effects.

it’s a little weird how people are calling him and yoojin a couple, just because they’re going (more like yoojin dragged him, actually) to watch a movie in the outside theatre. is it because bell doesn’t usually hang out with most people? rumours sure do fly fast.

yoojin’s sudden shift in attitude makes him turn his head towards the other, an eyebrow raised. “did someone spike your pumpkin juice? you’re rather sensitive tonight,” he says in a flat tone, never one to mince his words. truthfully, bell doesn’t really care, getting annoyed exert too much energy and he’s already running low from the other activities.

“you’re fine. people are just annoying.” one of the reasons why he doesn’t like dealing with them, but bell digresses. “i’m going to hex you if what they’re playing in the theatre is something boring, though.” bell doesn’t get scared that easily, if at all.

he does feel a little something—maybe a little bad? who knows—for seemingly hurting yoojin’s feelings. it doesn’t sit right with him. “the only way you’re going to make it weird is if you continue to sulk like that. so stop it.”

[msujaehyun]

light the candles

amidst the festivities that mokseong’s halloween event is bringing, there’s another reason why today marks a day of celebration. although to bell, it’s just like any other day, one that’ll pass quickly the moment he blinks. it’s strange for him to celebrate life—his own, specifically—when halloween is meant to keep the dead at bay, or something of the sort.

( and maybe he can’t find the appeal in celebrating his the day his life began when he had witnessed someone else’s life ripped abruptly before his very eyes, but that’s another thing entirely, isn’t it? )

if he could have one selfish wish, other than bringing back what he had lost, he wants to at least spend today with ( @msujaein ). despite being at odds lately, unable to see eye to eye, he cares for his brother. bell cherishes their bond, no matter how the thread of their brotherhood is slowly dwindling the further he descends into darkness. tonight, he wants to forget about all that—he wants to enjoy his time with jaein. what better way to do that than to participate in the halloween event?

jaein is a busy person, bell had seen the other scurrying around healing those who got themselves in a bit of a pickle far too often as well. bell wouldn’t be surprised if the significance of today slipped his brother’s mind, especially since bell doesn’t like remembering it either. he has no intention of bringing it up, doesn’t say anything about it when he spots his brother and approaches.

“hey,” he greets, curt as always but his tone isn’t as sharp as it usually is. it never is when he’s speaking to jaein. “there’s probably a bunch of reckless students who are injuring themselves left and right, which means you might be busy.” bell points at the haunted house beside them, the corner of his lips quirked into a small smile. “i was wondering if you wanted to try that out, though."

[msujaehyun]

meow

carving pumpkins isn’t new to him. it’s a fun activity he had done more than once. although it takes up a lot more energy than it’s worth it, bell considers it a pretty fun activity to do. he’d prefer carving pumpkins compared to birthday cakes at times, mostly because the pumpkins can serve as decorations and birthday cakes are usually a waste of money.

staring at the pumpkin before him, still safe from any of bell’s carvings, he lets out a hum. “thinking of making a cat,” he tells ( @msuwendy ), already expecting the type of reaction he’d get from her. he picks up a knife, twirling it with his fingers as he tries to picture exactly how he wants it to be. “maybe i’ll charm it black, so it’ll look more identical to my cats.”

he takes a side glance at his friend, trying to see what the other is up to. “what about you? any ideas so far?” he believes wendy is a rather creative person, she’s capable of coming up with something interesting. her costume—that’s a different story. not bad, however, “you know, i think your costume is missing a little something.”

[msujaehyun]

lived

wings spread out, skinny bones seemingly protruding, a black coat holding its skeleton together, blending into the darkness—there’s no doubt about it, thestrals are strapped onto the charmed carriage before his very eyes. any normal person would reel back at the sight, the gathering gloom they emit too much for the sheltered soul. but not bell, he doesn’t flinch when he reaches out and runs his fingers up a thestral’s fleshless chin, rubbing its nose in a rather comforting manner.

“can you see them?” he asks ( @msumiyoung ) with a small quirk on his lips, more solemn than usual, a sight he hesitates to let anyone else see. “the thestrals, i mean. i can, although it’s not anything to boast about.” their similarities seem so endless, he supposes it shouldn’t matter if she witnesses another side to him that many aren’t granted the opportunity to. as he stares into the thestral’s eyes, devoid of any pupils, blank and staring—he can’t help but believe it’s like he’s looking into a mirror.

most may find the creatures disturbing, bell simply finds them soothing, in a way, despite being a glaring reminder of what he had lost.

they’re not here to lament over the past, though. halloween is a time of festivities, a celebration of sorts. from the way miyoung appears a little shaken, she’ll need a gentle reminder of that. the fog around them seem to thicken, as if telling them to get on the carriage already. bell heads towards the door, opening it before he holds his hand out for miyoung to take, his intentions clear.

bell doesn’t consider himself a romantic, but he can admit there being some charm to this type of classic act befitting of a gentleman. the slight mischievous glint in his smile returns. “are you ready, my lady?” he says, an added touch to the atmosphere he had put up.

[msujaehyun]

horizon

it’s not exactly a secret that bell tires himself out quicker than most people, although with the icy glares he sends if they stare too long, it’s no wonder that they don’t really care when he’s teetering the line between dreamland and reality. it’s one of those times, where his mind is getting cloudier as seconds pass. he’s doing a pretty good job at keeping himself awake, the stimulants he has been taking a great help.

he’s not above doing silly things when he’s sleepy, though. his eyes are still wide open, although he doesn’t have the best control over his mind or his hand right now. what he’s writing is far from the notes he’s forming in his head earlier. in fact, he’s writing familiar names onto said parchment, although he hadn’t exactly read back what he’s writing.

accidentally, his elbow bumps against ( @msujunseong ), and he mutters a soft—and honestly, rather insincere—apology for the other, before he continues on with whatever it is he’s doing. he shouldn’t be losing his mobility any time soon, but he should probably take a nap right after this class. right now, it feels neverending.

[rigged]

‘b me’ making film / minho

[msujaehyun]

again and again.

msumiyoung​:

anyone to witness this moment would believe she’s back to being under the effect of the attitude reverse potion.  but now she is sane,  she is herself.  jaehyun has made it easy to fall into this certain pattern they’ve established over the last two years.  the mutual comfort she’s not discovered in anyone else.  perhaps because they share the same mindset,  see most around them as a nuisance.  whatever the reason is,  miyoung has grown used to the cycle they’re stuck in with no plan to escape. 

it takes a moment or two until she’s finally able to get his attention,  hand stroking her hair in a way that makes her feel calm,  makes her forget about the freshman student she’s had to deal with this morning and a very outwordly night spent in the trophy room.  everything about him is quiet,  languid,  and it’s this atmosphere she likes being surrounded by the most.  “i’m not cute and you know it.”  she retorts,  a weak rebuttal.  the moment her body has settled on top of his own,  all exhaustion,  mental and physical,  has seeped out,  spiralled her mind into a state of stagnancy.

“of course i know you’re more touchy when you’re knocked out.”  her head tilts,  just enough so she can look up at him and meet his eyes.  cuddling is not what she’s here for,  not the reason to seek him out and disturb his sleep.  she’s not here to hang out with him,  nor is she here to invite him to the cat cafe they frequently visit.  tangling legs and idle fingers run along his side aimlessly,  absently,  the next words sliding off her tongue as if she’s inviting him for a cup of coffee,  simple,  casual,  

“do you want to date?” 

in her life there must have been a dozen happy hours.  she was born into wealthy family,  claimed the title as the trophy daughter and the biggest hope for her parents.  she wears the most beautiful dresses and the most expensive necklaces,  and nothing touches her skin unless it’s gold.  but here she is,  seeking yet another one week date experience with the man who never turns her down.  she’s pushed herself up into a seating position,  his waist straddled and her gaze set on his,  expectant. 

the visit she grants him is one he expects, a scene that has played out countless times before within the last two years. even before she voices what she wants from him out loud, he already knows. bell is by no means a mind reader, he isn’t interested in legilimency and doesn’t have an aptitude for it. but with miyoung, he doesn’t need words. they’ve fallen into the same routine over and over that he can predict their next step without trouble. even though he’s aware of how it always ends, he keeps welcoming it.

her denial does nothing to throw him off, allowing his smile to remain. “whatever you say,” he simply replies, an end to the argument but an obvious statement that tells her his mind hasn’t been swayed. their conversations have always been easy, worries seeming nonexistent whenever they’re around one another, fading away into obscurity until they have to force themselves out of the illusion, before they inevitably seek comfort in each other yet again. a cycle that keeps repeating itself, because they allow it to.

this isn’t love, but it doesn’t need to be.

once the question he had anticipated reaches his ears, he hums. they’re back in the starting line, hand-in-hand, facing a course that ends where they’re standing: no clear finish, open to many rounds. he doesn’t know how long this will go on, but he has a feeling she’ll continue to confide in the fantasy he provides time and time again, no matter how pointless it may seem. bell doesn’t find it within himself to refuse her—why should he, when there’s a certain emptiness filled within him whenever they’re together, even for just a moment?

“i wonder what troubles you ran into this time around.” he shifts, following after she pushes herself up, back straightened as he looks at her with an intensity he doesn’t show anyone else, contradicting the laidback smile on his lips. “you already know my answer.” his hands gently rest against her waist, pulling her just a little bit closer, but maybe not close enough, to both their standards. he’s teasing again when he says, “aren’t you going to seal the deal, hm?”

[msujaehyun]

❅ I Wish —  Jaein & Jaehyun

msujaein​:

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     Maybe if things had been different, if none of that happened back then, he would still be the same old Jaein that he had been. Bell probably wouldn’t have become so obsessed with dark magic and bringing their mother back, they could have just lived a normal childhood happily with no worries or regrets. This alone made the constant regret that Jaein felt worse, especially when he would see how Bell was becoming. “We need to talk about what the boggart showed you. I just heard some students talking about it on my way here…. What was that all about?” His tone is serious as he speaks, more so than it usually was on a daily basis. This time it’s the ‘motherly’ side of him coming out, being stern with his words and showing that he isn’t going to drop the subject so easily this time.

he never wanted to involve his brother in his personal project, really. in his eyes, jaein suffered enough. there’s only so much he can hide when jaein would always seek him out to make sure he hadn’t fallen over in some random place, though. he never managed to keep a secret from his brother for long enough. the path that he’s insistent on walking is one that he knows he has to thread alone. jaein may have cared for him as he grew up, nurtured him in the absence of their mother, but he can’t keep doing so. he doesn’t want to ruin his brother, would do anything to make sure that doesn’t happen, no matter how corrupt he becomes.

jaein is meant to heal, walk under the light. but bell—he had always known about his affinity towards dark magic, clear as day when his current wand gravitated towards him when he broke his first one. where jaein heals, bell is meant to destroy. but if he can cultivate the dark arts to bring out something good, then bell is more than ready to throw himself away from the light and plunge into the dark.

“people here sure love running their mouth.” what with the gossip blog running around, it’s as if they’re addicted to such juicy details. this is making things even more difficult, jaein doesn’t need to hear about his deepest fears and bell doesn’t want to explain it out loud. if he does, it’s as if he’s acknowledging its existence, that there’s a possibility for it to happen. he can’t have that—he can’t afford to fail. he’ll do whatever it takes not to. but for now, he has to reveal that part of himself to his brother.

eyes on his brother’s, he does just that. “it’s my biggest fear taking form, like what usually happens when you encounter a boggart. i don’t know what you heard, but don’t take it personally. a boggart can’t predict what happens in the future.” the more he talks, the more it’s sounding as if he’s trying to convince himself. his voice drops, softer than earlier, “i saw mother. she was... well, she wasn’t immobile. she could move, but not like a person would. i don’t think she can see. not when her eyes—” he cuts himself off, that detail can stay with him. jaein doesn’t need to know, not when his brother tortures himself with guilt every single day. “like i said, a boggart doesn’t predict the future. i won’t fail.”

[msujaehyun]

BAD IDEA!

msuwendy​:

IT’S NOT AS IF SHE HATES HIM. because wednesday doesn’t. it is, by now (take her word for it, because she’s tried), impossible to hate lee jaehyun with the copious amount of history they have together. he got lucky. he caught her between the not-so-bitter years of twelve and thirteen. where, just before the door to the iron fortress froze over, jaehyun and his weird cat obsession ways just managed to slip past. 

but it doesn’t mean she’s particularly warm. or even lukewarm, actually. at least, not in the way that most would prefer when it comes to sweet faced 5′6″ girls. no, wednesday seon’s greatest (lmao, yeah okay) flaw lies in her inability to be, for lack of better word, pleasant. though, and we’ll once again revisit the knowing-each-other-for-so-long-that-a-fuck-you-dude-get-outta-my-face-simply-bounces-off-like-nothing theory, jaehyun seems to have built up an somewhat of immunity after all this time.

which leaves them here, now, in mokseong’s greenhouse—specifically, wednesday’s little corner of buddies. “oi, stop that—” she hisses, reaching out to yank his arm back from the potted venomous tentacula. “i told you, she bites—the last thing you want me to do right now is shove a fucking bezoar down your throat, because i’ll have you know it will NOT be easy for either of us.” more you than me. then i’ll stand and laugh while you gag on a fucking goat stone on the floor. but wednesday feels that’s better left unsaid—if anything, the look on her face probably already says it all.

“anyway, just lemme finish up here,” she speaks while moving, pulling out a box of chizpurfles to pluck them up with small metal tongs, tossing them at the venomous tentacula, which only rattles and snaps its jaws around the parasite. “and then we can grab lunch—did you decide on what you wanna eat yet or??”

                                                                                                        / @msujaehyun 

it’s safe to say that wendy has been there with him through a lot of things—a friend through and through, even though she’ll probably try to silence him before she’ll ever admit to that. bell never needs a confirmation, the way she hasn’t walked away from him after everything is proof enough. there’s very few people he can tolerate as of late, wendy being one of them. he’s pretty sure she feels the same way, kind of.

whatever harsh words and insults wendy can come up with flies over his head. it’s easy for him to tune things out, besides he’s too used to his cats scratching him whenever he treats them with utmost care. this isn’t any different. considering he gave her cat ears and a tail a few times (more than a few times, but that isn’t what is important here) in the past, it’s no wonder she’ll start acting like one too. or is he projecting? it doesn’t matter, not when she meows at times because of what he did to her.

maybe wendy might kill him one day, but the time hasn’t come, bell likes to believe that it’ll never come. he’s free to bother her as he pleases, strolling into mokseong’s greenhouse knowing she’ll be there. the only response he gives her warning is a lazy hum, tilting his head as he looks at the tentacula. “if that happens, you’ll just laugh and tell me i deserve it.” he’s not even joking, he won’t be surprised is that is what ends up transpiring. he has to wonder whether wendy would even try to help him out. maybe not, it depends on her current mood. from the way she’s hissing, he’s leaning towards the being-left-for-dead option.

“don’t know. might just eat one piece of bread.” another plant catches his attention, leaves green and protruding out of the soil. it looks familiar, he’s fairly certain it has some form of relation to curses—either it makes one or cures one. “i think i’ve seen this one before, remind me what it does again?” absentmindedly, he decides to reach his hand out and tug—he should have thought about the amount of strength he put into his pull, because the next thing he knows, he’s faced with a baby-like face, and an earth-shattering scream that shakes his eardrums.