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SENTENCE STARTERS

“tell me we’re doing the right thing.” “everything is so confusing. i don’t know.” “i hate knowing we have to hide.” “this is all out of our control.” “what am i supposed to say to that?” “is this all a joke to you?” “the only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it.” “you’re feeling adventurous today, aren’t you?” “do you know what time it is? it’s not time for this. that’s what time it is.” “you saw it/them too, right?”

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#my apologies for being so late to everything #this full time job is eating me alive...#im so so so excited to FINALLY be doing event stuff

rebhb:

“You look like you just got out of bed,” he says with a playful smile on his lips, one of his hands carefully reaches over to ruffle Yongjin’s hair and mess it up even more. “Please, tell me you’re not being influenced by me and my shitty sleep schedule.”

Yongjin gently shuts his eyes and hesitates for a moment before hanging his head towards Hanbyeol’s careful touch. He pulls his knees closer towards his chest, arms wrapping around the piling fabric of his black track pants. He feels like a child. He hates it. Taking a deep breath he shrugs momentarily, shoulders slumping down slowly and deeply as he exhales. “I did just get out of bed.” Opening his eyes lazily, they dragged slowly to gaze upon the television. Another episode of The Thundercats playing automatically. “I’m just a little tired today...,”

That excuse had gotten stale weeks ago. He knows that. He knows that Hanbyeol knows that. Yet, he can’t seem to think up anything better to prevent his friend from worrying. No matter how relaxed Hanbyeol tries to play himself off to be, his actions are very telling. From the slew of text messages to the same question he asks every time he sees Yongjin crumpled on the floor this way. Looking defeated, negativity encasing him in these four walls. He knows that Hanbyeol worries from the goodness of his heart, but he can’t help but fall back into his negative patterns and worry his friend even further.

“Sorry I didn’t reply to your messages,” he mumbles, lips barely parting to speak. The heavy bags under the younger male’s eyes look larger, more pronounced in the dark room with only the blue light from the television to illuminate his face. “I woke up late and wanted to watch some tv...” voice trailing off as the fight scene from the last episode continued on the screen.

Never having removed his bedhead from Hanbyeol’s hand, the spiritless male presses his thumb up against his bottom lip, The soft pad slowly rubbing his chewed lip to the side as he continued to watch the screen, lifeless. “Hanbyeol, do you want something to drink? I recently got some lavender tea... the color is really nice. You might like it actually.”

#† who would be born must first destroy a 𝒲𝒪𝑅𝐿𝒟 – replies #rebhb

resubin:

once arriving at her destination, subin crouches to pick up a number of small pebbles. lining them up on her palm from smallest to largest, she aims and throws, watching as each pebble rebounds from the glass with a soft thunk.

“hey, grandpa,” subin hisses, her lips already pulled into a wide grin, “wake up, i have a present for you!”

Falling down, falling down, when the lights go down. The heavy blanket of nightfall wraps itself around Yongjin as he treads through his home, holding one of his favorite novels tightly in his hand as he sips his cup of depleting black tea. Heading towards his favorite spot on the plush steel grey couch, he takes a moment to lean back into the cushion and let his tired back sink into the fabric. Putting the china down on the side table, he raises his arms up and allowed a hearty yawn to escape his lips.

It was nice being able to have all the time in the world for quiet reading, or any activity that he could enjoy alone. It was rare that he would be able to find a moment to himself when he was on earth. Even when he did, it was usually interrupted by his kids wanting to go outside or his wife asking him to do some projects at home. Looking around his silent apartment, he recognized the beauty of it’s simply decorated state. Unlike his home on earth, it’s color palette was fairly simple and in terms of furniture, remained uncluttered. Quite bare, actually.

He smiled softly, exhaustion creeping along the corners his face. He would finish this last chapter and then prepare himself for bed. While he was aware he didn’t really need to sleep, he enjoyed the familiarity of his mattress and bedsheets. Especially after a warm cup of soothing tea. Bringing the novel up, he delved straight into the plot.

“... always remember that the past was a lie, that every-”

Yongjin tore his eyes from the page before him, he could have swore he heard something hitting the window... he was probably just getting tired... shaking his head, he returned his focus to the words before him.

“... that every spring gone could never be recovered-”

He frowned heavily, turning his head to look at the window nearest to him. He squinted... waiting... seeing something bounce off the window he placed his book page down against the couch and rose up from it, stomping towards the window. He flicked a light on and lifted the glass, not really caring about what dangers might be on the other side of the — Oh, Lord.

Frowning even harder, the dark haired man stuck his head out the window, “Subin!!” he hissed, not wanting to call any attention from his neighbors. “What are you doing here? It’s so late and —hey! Get off my lawn!” waving his hand to the side, trying to urge the pest her off his well maintained greenery.

#† who would be born must first destroy a 𝒲𝒪𝑅𝐿𝒟 – replies #resubin #I Saw The Chance I Took It.png

rezhao:

now, he turned to the treats on the tray, pointing at each one of them, “chocolate chip cookies, sugar cookies and brownies. in the mug is hot cocoa. i think that is rather soothing- comforting? i considered coffee for a moment, but figured that would be too much caffeine. we don’t need you feeling stressed when you’re already low. there’s no one around but us. feel free to stay.”

Yongjin can vividly remember sitting in mass one day... an impressionable cherub sitting next to his mother on the hardwood pew. She sat with her stocking clad legs pressed together firmly. The hem of her heavy fabric dress rolling past her knees. Her hand, weathered with time, yet still looking delicate, held his thigh. Giving it a mild squeeze to urge him to pay attention to the Father as he spoke at the front of the hall.

Looking at the male that stood before him, Yongjin could feel the sting from his eyes return once more as he could practically hear the Father’s message ringing in his ears. The voice echoing loud — it felt like the man was in the small café with him.

“God’s angels take the form of anything, in fact, you may not even realize that you’re in the presence of one. For God loves you, and He will always find a way to be with you.”

The brunet began to point to the different treats on the tray he was holding, speaking to Yongjin in such a gentle tone that he really, really should be paying attention to the words coming out his mouth... and yet, he heard none of them. No one had ever been this unconditionally kind to him in all his time on earth. It felt... bizarre. Having spent countless years in the church and practicing kindness as often as he could, he found it to be... mostly unreciprocated. Who would have thought that it would take dying to have to find unwarranted generosity? And out of a complete stranger at that.

“...when you’re already low. There’s no one around but us. Feel free to stay.”

Barely able to control his emotions anymore, the sentimentally charged Yongjin reached out to gently hold the outstretched kitten in his arms. Face contorting into a sorrowful expression, he did his best to smile at the kind stranger as the tears began to spring forth from his eyes and trickle down onto the kitten’s fur.

“Thank you,” he attempted. He wanted to say more, he really did, but the heavy knot in his throat prevented him from doing so. The most he could do was to sit back down in the seat, quivering legs giving way. He smiled gently at the kitten, then the person who stood before him. He wanted nothing more than to stay.

#† who would be born must first destroy a 𝒲𝒪𝑅𝐿𝒟 – replies #rezhao #i may have gotten a little emotional writing this

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#† the 𝒟𝒜𝑅𝒦 world

reryuhana:

“and its perfectly alright.” her voice softened even further than she thought it could ever be, gentle like strings as she hesitantly reached out towards the male, her teeth worrying tentatively her plump bottom lip. “i have a widely recognised face, it seems.” soft laughter bubbled from her lips in an attempt of a light hearted joke, a little sheepish as the joke fell a little short. “but its alright.” she pauses for a moment, awkwardly shifting from one foot to the other, lips pursing a little as a wave of a headache from drinking too much the previous day assaulted her senses. “you’re–you’re forgiven?” the words ended lightly in a question mark as she acceded to his request to be forgiven, confusion sliding onto her features as to why she had to forgive him, when it had been nothing but just an honest little mistake.

“sorry. i don’t get this, but why are you apologising when its completely accidental in the first place? its not as though–you deliberately knocking into me, isn’t it?”

He wasn’t sure if he should have been relieved or disappointed. The girl that stood before him speaking with a soft honey voice and angelic face was not his daughter. It was a tough pill to swallow, harder than he had anticipated. Granted, he’s slightly relieved to know that his daughter hadn’t passed, at least to his knowledge. The features on his face shifted from shock to downcast, the ends of his eyebrows curling upwards as his lips formed a saddened pout.

Yongjin uncomfortably ran a hand over his neck, fingers dragging along his collarbone as his other hand cupped around his elbow, holding himself as he once again dealt with heavy emotions. He had been hoping to find the whereabouts of his lost relatives — had hoped to make amends and hopefully be able to explain himself to them. A confession long overdue. It seemed this wasn’t the chance he had been yearning for.

“A-ah,” he began hesitantly, shifting nervously from foot to foot, “No, certainly not... I didn’t have any intention of deliberately bumping into you.” Gaze dropping to the ground below him, he frowned at the laces on shoes, “I’m just sorry because not only did I bump into you but I mistook you for someone very important.”

Shaking his head, he internally began scolding himself. This poor girl didn’t have to deal with the problems of his burdens. “I’m sorry.” Running a hand through his inky locks he meets eyes with the girl before him, “I was in my own head and thinking about my family, when I bumped into you I guess I projected my imagination onto you. Kind of silly, right?” He chuckled weakly, making an attempt at a light hearted joke himself. Slowly he began to wince and mumbled softly, “I’m so sorry, I- I’ll just go...”

Today just really wasn’t his day.

#† who would be born must first destroy a 𝒲𝒪𝑅𝐿𝒟 – replies #reryuhana

rebhb:

sweet invasion.

She welcomes him and allows him to walk straight into the elevator, and he holds the key in his hand tightly when he finally arrives at Yongjin’s floor. He walks towards the door and smiles when he looks down at his hand, the little metal objects glistening under the artificial lights of the hallway. When he puts the key into the keyhole and turns it, the click sound of the now unlocked door brings a smile to his face. Before he opens it, he shoves the key back into his jacket pocket and quietly walks in, closing the door carefully behind himself once he’s in.

“Yongjin,” he calls out with a soft voice. “Are you home, Jin?”

— @reyongjin !

It gets to be too much sometimes. The outside world and all of its noise. Yongjin wasn’t one to enjoy wasting a day wallowing in his emotions. Even when things got overwhelming, he put on his best face and did the work that had to be done. However, now that the days are infinite and he has nowhere to be, and no one to disappoint, no one expecting things out of him... he doesn’t quite hate wasting away indoors. Oftentimes finding himself laying in his bed, the clock that rests on his bedside table reading the time of day as it passes by. Hours ticking away, the sun rising and setting as he remains encased in bedsheets that seem to weigh him down.

Today was one of those days. Cheek pressed against the warm pillow, he stared dead eyed at his clock. He felt the weight of his negativity on his back, the heavy curtains blocking the sunlight. He was tired of thinking, he pushed himself off the bed and trudged through the dark apartment to the living room. Taking a seat on the floor across from the television, he sighed and winced seeing his sloppy reflection from the inky glass. Repulsive. Running a hand through his wild hair he flicked the television on and huffed as he leaned against the couch’s base. No longer in the mood to think or deal with the constant dark cloud that made residence over his head, he decided to watch one of his favorite shows to numb his thoughts.

All while this was happening, Yongjin had completely ignored the storm of text messages that were being delivered to him. He didn’t want to interact with anyone, he just didn’t feel like being a burden when he was in his feelings. Unfortunately for him, he never really accounted on other people understanding that. He was completely enveloped in his show, transported to another world, when the front door unlocks and a familiar voice rings out. The voice belonging to a concerned Hanbyeol.

Yongjin sat on the floor mesmerized as he watched Lion-O wield his sword at his opponent, eyes drifting from the screen to see Hanbyeol standing in his apartment, “Hey...,” focusing back on the screen for a moment before snapping his full attention to the surprise guest, “H-Hanbyeol? What are you doing here?”

#† who would be born must first destroy a 𝒲𝒪𝑅𝐿𝒟 – replies #rebhb

rezhao:

the cafe became a routine that xi-wang couldn’t live without. he knew who would come in and leave by heart, though one day, he came to a man he hadn’t seen before. he had seemed utterly sad and upset, and the barista wondered if he could do anything to make them feel better- after all, they looked like they were just about to cry, and that wouldn’t do. sugar cookies and hot chocolate, coming right up. he should go find butterscotch and bring her with him too just in case.

@reyongjin

The wafting smell of cinnamon and coffee immediately entangled themselves around Yongjin upon entering the cafe. The hum and buzz of idle chatter and machinery filled his ears as soothing earth tones made their homes on the walls. The serenity of the little cafe juxtaposed his emotions, and the male did his very best to move his feet from the entrance towards an empty table along the wall.

Seating himself down, he released a shaky breath. Not really having noticed how his expression was sour and his eyes narrowed, he felt on the brink of tears. He had tried giving this whole “second chance at life” thing a go today, but it only seemed to tear him down. All these people here, they were all dead. He was dead. Why was he here? Being dead... it should be something finite. An elegant end to a life on earth. God gave one life... one chance... having a second opportunity felt improper. Dirty.

Yongjin hunched over the table as he gripped the neckline of his shirt, teeth clenched to hold back bursting into tears in a public area. His leg bounced under the table, aglet of his shoe laces flicking at the thick material of his jeans. He wanted to go home. He wanted to leave this place full of artificial opportunity. He felt disgusting and weak, vulnerable simply because someone wanted to play God.

His mind was going numb, eyes starting to burn. It was time to get out of here; his dignity should not be tarnished simply because he couldn’t control his own emotions. Taking a quick moment to furiously wipe the dampness from his face, he felt a little relieved to be young again and to have hair long enough to cover his face when he looked downward... well, to have hair in general.

Taking a deep breath, he placed his palms on the table and began to stand when he noticed someone standing before his table with a tray and cat in arms. He wasn’t quite sure how to respond, looking side to side. Opening his mouth to ask a question, his voice came out rough and shaky — great, now it’ll be even more obvious he was about to burst into tears...

“Um, do you need this table? I’m just about to leave so you can have it...”

#† who would be born must first destroy a 𝒲𝒪𝑅𝐿𝒟 – replies #rezhao

『 Familiar Faces. 』

† A Trophy Father’s Trophy Son — @reryuhana

Mind hazy as he trudged through the quiet streets. Shoulders slumped forward, the weight of the world seemingly resting atop his head. Memories of his time on earth swirled through his mind, a turbulence of disappointments crashing against the curves of his skull. Letting out an exasperated sigh, the troubled male continued his path on the lonesome sidewalk.

Usually never one to leave the comfort of the same four walls he called home, he found the familiar four corners to be a little lonesome today. A walk might do some good, get some air, see the sky from the other side of the window. However, plans didn’t go quite as Yongjin had hoped they would. Seeing the clouds breeze by gently along the violet hued sky brought a stir of emotions to the forefront.

Although he heavily repents for it, his family is something he still misses dearly. If circumstances had been different, he wouldn’t have raised his children with such a heavy heart. Not a day passes where he wishes he could have a second chance to mend any wrinkles in their relationships.

Completely enveloped in his own misery, Yongjin completely missed seeing the other individual walking on the same sidewalk as him. Stumbling into them, he was pulled from his thoughts and immediately put his hands up in worry and surrender. “P-please forgive me,” he stumbled, eyes looking the person up and down to make sure they were okay, “I wasn’t paying attention, are you alright?” Eyes landing on their face, his breath hitched in his throat. Eyes enlarged, lips parting and beginning to tremble.

He could never forget a face, and he was positively certain that the face before him was that of his own daughter.

#† who would be born must first destroy a 𝒲𝒪𝑅𝐿𝒟 – starters #reryuhana #† A Trophy Father’s Trophy Son

『 I Refute. 』

† Do It Now, Remember It Later — @resora

Yongjin’s brow furrowed heavily, the corners of his lips downturned as he heard the proposal spill from Nakseo’s lips. An eager smile plastered upon her face, carefree and clearly blissfully unaware of the posterity of such a wild idea.

“Absolutely not,” he began, arms crossing quickly over his chest. Shaking his head in disbelief and mild disappointment. “There is absolutely no way I’m going to even entertain the idea of traveling to such a dangerous location.” Immovable in his mentality, he closely resembled a boulder. Yet, how could he not? How could he not refuse Nakseo’s dangerous invitation to travel to an island from a novel they had read.

The island in question was teeming with dangers, the writing made it very clear that the island itself was a danger to anyone’s livelyhood. However, it tempted those who heard its very name with the promise of endless treasure. A glistening bounty hidden with an island teeming with dangers at every twist and turn.

Yongjin, for one, was not going to risk his peace his mind for the thrills of treasure hunting. He had more sense than that. A decent head on his shoulders. It was simply... irresponsible. How could Nakseo even drum up such a thought?

“Didn’t you read the book? You’re going to die. The moment you set foot on that godforsaken island. I’m not going. End of discussion.”

#† who would be born must first destroy a 𝒲𝒪𝑅𝐿𝒟 – starters #resora #† Do It Now Remember It Later

yeehaw!! 🤠 my name is eko and it’s so great to meet you all! i reside in gmt-4. my favorite color is orange and i'm eager to introduce you guys to my son: IM YONGJIN, abraxas { the COMPASS }. he’s a bible hugging family man who died with a heavy heart full of regrets. now, he struggles to accept his new reality in afterlife as it contradicts all of his religious beliefs.

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