ˡⁱᵛᵉ ᶠʳᵉᵉ, 𝙧𝙪𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙙

multimuse rp, single-ship. read rules before interacting. penned by jess.

[rvnwiild]

RVNWIILD is  a  tumblr  based  roleplay.  multi-ship,  multi-muse  &  semi-selective.  penned  by  jess ( she / her / 25+ ). gmt-5. discord given upon request.

rules /  muses /  wishlist / wanted plots /  opens / prompts / tracker

[poohsources]

lack of interaction ≠ lack of interest. sometimes, life gets in the way, or my muse doesn't cooperate with me the way i want, or i'm simply too anxious to take the first step. but just because we currently don't have any interactions going, doesn't mean that i'm not interested in writing with you and your muse(s). maybe the perfect opportunity hasn't presented itself yet, or i couldn't think of a good enough plot but that never ever has anything to do with you. after all, we're mutuals for a reason and that's usually because i enjoy seeing you on my dash and would love to write with you ― whenever that may happen.

[rvnwiild]

drop this sunflower🌻 into the inboxes of the blogs that make you happy ! lets spread a little sunshine☀️

🥺 you're so sweetttt. thank youuuu <3

[halfsevil-a]

snotty rich girl and her rockstar gf/bf … ill hold for applause

[nouvelis]

continued / @rvnwiild

even though months have passed, ara still remembers the hopeless crush she had on him — how it kept her restless at night before filming schedules, even though she knew she needed sleep to perform her best. her gaze drifted to him too often when she shouldn’t, and a gentle, caring touch on her waist was enough to spin her mind into a million different directions. she constantly wondered whether the flimsy possibility existed — that he liked her, just as she was fond of him. not as a costar, not as a friend, but as ara. for that exact reason, she finds herself tongue-tied at the sound of his confession — a confession she convinced herself would never come, a crush she thought was better left buried for good. at least they could still be friends, at least she didn’t have to live with the embarrassment of a failed confession, at least he would remember his time with her with fondness.

“you… like me?” she repeats, sounding as surprised as she feels. she almost fails to stifle the urge to ask him to pinch her, because there is no way this can be real. the reality that her affection for the actor is reciprocated, that she lingered on his mind as much as he lingered on hers, feels impossible. her gaze drops to their entwined hands — his larger hand wrapped tightly around hers, as if he never wants to let her slip away. not again. “i thought it was just all in my head,” she confesses, a flicker of embarrassment touching her voice. “i thought i was the only one who felt the things i did.” she doesn’t know where to begin, or how her feelings toward him shifted from the standard respect and admiration she held for a senior into something riveting and mind-consuming. “... are you sure you want to do this?” she can barely bring herself to believe what is happening, a fraction of her mind still convinced it is a dream she will eventually wake up from. “with me?”

[rvnwiild]

for a moment, suhyun can only stare at her. not because he doesn't know what to say, but because every fear he'd carried into this conversation begins unraveling the second he hears her words. the surprise in her voice isn't rejection. the uncertainty in her eyes mirrors his own. a quiet laugh escapes him, breathless with relief. "ara..." he murmurs, tightening his fingers around hers just slightly. "you have no idea how many times i asked myself those same questions." his gaze drops briefly to their joined hands before returning to her face, as if reassuring himself that she's really here and this conversation is actually happening. "i thought i was imagining things too. every time you smiled at me, every time you looked away when our eyes met..." he shakes his head with a soft smile. "i kept telling myself not to read into it. that i was just being hopeful." the confession feels easier now, the hardest part already behind him. "but it wasn't all in your head." his thumb brushes gently across her knuckles. the smile on his face softens into something more tender, more sincere. when she asks if he's sure, the answer comes without hesitation. "completely sure." he takes a small step closer. "if anything, the thing i regret is waiting this long." his eyes search hers carefully, warmly.

"i know this could be complicated. i know people might have things to say. maybe that's why i kept convincing myself to stay quiet." he lets out a quiet breath. "but every time i thought about letting this go, every time I told myself we should just stay friends..." he shakes his head. "it never felt right." for a second, his expression turns almost shy. "because when i looked at you, i wasn't seeing my costar." his voice lowers. "i wasn't even seeing my friend." a faint smile tugs at his lips. "i was seeing ara. and somehow that was enough to make me lose sleep, overthink every conversation, and spend months trying to forget someone i clearly couldn't." his hand squeezes hers gently. "so yes," he says softly, unwavering. "i want to do this." his gaze never leaves hers. "with you."

[recordmemes]

༘⋆｡  platonic bonds & dynamics starters.

best  friends.

you  said  you'd  always  be  there.  i'm  holding  you  to  that.

i'm  not  leaving  you  alone  with  your  thoughts!

nobody  gets  to  call  you  that  but  me.

do  i  need  to  fight  someone  for  you?

we're  not  just  friends.  you're  my  family.

i'm  already  on  my  way.

if  i  die,  promise  you'll  erase  my  search  history.

we  should  not  be  allowed  unsupervised  in  public.

combined,  we're  one  whole  functioning  adult!

i've  helped  you  lie  to  your  parents,  friends,  &  your  boss...  what's  one  more?

ex-friends.

i  wanted  to  call  you.  every  time  something  happened.

how  did  you  just  stop  caring?

you  can't  pretend  we  weren't  close.

i  miss  you.  i'm  not  sorry.

i  don't  think  i  can  forgive  you.

i  miss  hating  the  same  people  together.

do  your  new  friends  know  the  version  of  you  i  knew?

you  ghosted  me.  but  sure!  let's  pretend  it  was  mutual!

i  still  know  your  favorite  song.

i  didn't  just  lose  my  friend,  i  lost  an  entire  chapter  of  my  life.

rivals.

this  isn't  personal.  you're  just  in  my  way.

why  are  you  so  obsessed  with  beating  me?

you  think  you're  better  than  me?  prove  it.

you  talk  a  lot  for  someone  who's  always  second  place.

did  you  rehearse  that  comeback  in  the  mirror?

do  you  ever  stop  talking?

one  day,  i'm  going  to  beat  you.

i  don't  like  you.  that  doesn't  mean  i  don't  respect  you.

i  didn't  come  to  play  fair,  i  came  to  win.

you  think  i'm  threatened  by  you?  no,  you  just  motivate  me  to  be  better.

roommates.

i  swear  i  didn't  eat  your  leftovers!  well,  not  ALL  of  them.

i  heard  everything.  these  walls  are  thin.

can  you  PLEASE  clean  up  after  yourself?

wanna  watch  a  movie?  i'm  making  popcorn!

you  know  we're  not  friends,  right?  we  just  live  together.

i  think  i  know  your  schedule  better  than  mine  at  this  point.

you  talk  in  your  sleep.

you  can't  just  adopt  a  pet  without  talking  to  me  first!

i'm  going  to  start  charging  your  dates  rent.

if  we  can  survive  living  together,  we  can  survive  anything.

if  your  [  family member  ]  drops  by  unannounced  one  more  time...

academic  partners.

you  forgot  the  project  deadline.  again.

this  was  supposed  to  be  a  group  effort!

i  think  we  would've  crashed  and  burned  without  you.

you  brought  snacks  to  study  group?  okay,  i  think  i  like  you.

we're  not  friends.  stop  telling  me  about  your  personal  life.

you're  actually  kind  of  smart,  you  know?

i'll  be  the  brains,  you  do  the  presentation.

we  agreed  no  emotional  breakdowns  during  mid-terms!

i  cannot  believe  i'm  depending  on  you  to  pass  this  class.

i  need  a  break  so  i  can  scream  into  my  textbook...

do  you  try  to  make  friends  with  EVERY  person  in  group  projects?

siblings.

you're  not  my  [ mom / dad / parent ]!  don't  tell  me  how  to  live.

i'm  allowed  to  make  fun  of  you.  nobody  else  is.

i  know  you  better  than  anyone  else  ever  will.

stop  trying  to  fix  me!

something  bad  happened.  can  i  come  home?

you're  still  the  favorite, even now.

still  trying  to  live  in  my  shadow,  huh?

i'm  not  jealous  of  you!

we  survived  that  house,  that's gotta count  for  something.

remember  how  we  used  to  talk  about  running  away?

[rvnwiild]

👄 for hattie ? from mj

GENERAL MEMES: Vampire/Immortal Themed

👄 - for my muse to bite yours.

the  full  moon  hung  high  above  the  forest,  casting  silver  light  through  the  canopy  and  bathing  the  world  in  an  eerie  glow.  hattie  stood  alone  among  the  trees,  her  arms  folded  tightly  across  her  chest  as  she  fought  against  the  familiar  tension  building  beneath  her  skin.  the  anger  had  been  growing  for  days.  it  always  started  that  way—small  at  first,  easy  to  ignore.  then  it  would  settle  deep  inside  her,  simmering  quietly  until  the  night  of  the  full  moon  arrived.  years  ago,  she  had  let  that  anger  rule  her.  now  she  knew  how  to  bury  it,  how  to  keep  it  contained.  most  days,  she  succeeded.  most  days.  but  no  amount  of  discipline  could  erase  what  she  was.  the  wolf  still  lived  within  her.  she  could  feel  it  stirring  now,  restless  and  impatient.  every  month,  when  the  moon  grew  full,  she  left  the  city  behind  and  disappeared  into  the  wilderness.  it  was  safer  this  way.  safer  for  everyone.  as  the  moon  climbed  toward  its  highest  point,  the  ache  in  her  bones  intensified.  then  the  change  began.  once,  her  transformations  had  been  slow  and  agonizing.  now  they  happened  so  quickly  she  barely  had  time  to  brace  herself.  in  a  matter  of  seconds,  the  familiar  world  shifted  around  her.  her  senses  sharpened.  the  forest  came  alive  with  sounds  and  scents  she  could  never  perceive  as  a  human.  and  then  she  was  running.

the  wolf  tore  through  the  woods  beneath  the  moonlight,  weaving  effortlessly  between  ancient  trees.  hours  slipped  by  in  a  blur  of  instinct  and  motion.  the  night  air  rushed  through  her  fur  as  she  wandered  farther  from  civilization,  waiting  for  the  moon's  hold  to  weaken.  then  something  stopped  her  in  her  tracks.  a  scent.  blood.  the  wolf  froze,  ears  twitching.  for  a  moment,  hattie's  consciousness  pushed  forward.  she  knew  she  should  leave.  whatever  had  happened,  it  wasn't  her  concern.  the  farther  she  stayed  from  people,  the  better.  but  the  scent  lingered.  fresh.  the  wolf  moved  before  she  could  stop  it.  through  brush  and  over  fallen  logs  it  raced,  drawn  toward  the  source.  the  smell  grew  stronger  with  every  step  until  finally  the  trees  opened  into  a  small  clearing.  there.  a  dark  shape  sit  among  the  shadows.  hattie  felt  a  flicker  of  alarm.  a  warning.  a  desperate  urge  to  turn  around  and  run.  the  wolf  ignored  it.  instinct  drowned  out  reason  as  it  closed  the  distance,  and  within  moments  hattie  found  herself  struggling  to  hold  on  to  the  last  fragments  of  her  humanity  as  her  teeth  sunk  into  flesh.

[nouvelis]

it wasn’t always like this — haneul didn’t always have to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders. there was a time his life was much simpler, when all he had to worry about was his future career in soccer and whether he had enough rest to prepare for the next game. but his world turned upside down, and he has come to realise there is so much out of his control. he lost his parents, his future, and the autonomy over his life that he took for granted. now, living life to his utmost potential is no longer the goal. survival is. it feels selfish to keep minwoo in his orbit when he cannot see a truly free future ahead, knowing his continued involvement might only jeopardise him.

but how is he supposed to let go when minwoo holds him like this? when he speaks with a kind of tenderness haneul is unsure he deserves, with a conviction that brings him to his knees? silently, he lets his lover lean against him, his eyes turning glossy from minwoo’s heartfelt confession. “i wish i could, though.” he wishes he could protect minwoo from everything cruel and rotten in this world, but he cannot even protect himself. the cult is too powerful, its influence too omnipresent, leaving him with no choice but to live by their terms. “and i hate that i can’t.” he looks down, ashamed of his own helplessness even though minwoo has never requested his protection. his arms wrap around his lover as he lets his head rest on minwoo’s shoulder. he lets himself be weak and dependent, even just for a second. “i love you, too.” he echoes, even if it’s selfish to keep minwoo close. he should be set free to live the life of his dreams, away from the cult's shadows. “you’re the best thing in my life, and i just feel bad for being such a burden to you.”

[rvnwiild]

minwoo is quiet for a moment after haneul speaks. he can feel the shame in the way he lowers his head, the way he folds into him like he's bracing for a blow that never comes. slowly, minwoo pulls back just enough to look at him. "a burden?" the words come out softer than they should, almost disbelieving. "haneul, do you really think that's what you are to me?" his hand rises to cup the side of haneul's face, thumb brushing away the dampness gathering beneath his eyes. "i know exactly what this life is. i know what they're capable of. i know what it costs to stay involved with them." a bitter laugh escapes him. "they took years from me too, remember? the fights. the jobs. being passed around whenever they needed someone to bleed for them." his jaw tightens briefly. "i got out, but i never got those years back." he shakes his head. "so don't act like i don't understand what i'm choosing." minwoo rests his forehead against haneul's. "you keep talking like you're trapping me here. like i'm some innocent guy who wandered into the wrong story." his voice drops lower. "i'm here because i decided to be." every word is deliberate. "when i left, nobody forced me to look back. nobody forced me to stay. if i wanted a clean break, i could've disappeared." his fingers curl gently into the fabric of haneul's shirt. "but you are still here." a pause. "and i couldn't leave you behind." the confession hangs between them. "you think i'm waiting for you to give me some perfect future?" he gives a small shake of his head. "that's not what i want from you."

"i want you." simple. certain. "the version of you that's exhausted. angry. scared. the version that doesn't know what tomorrow looks like." his eyes sting, but he doesn't look away. "i don't need you to carry the world for me, haneul. god knows you've been carrying enough already." carefully, he presses a kiss against haneul's forehead. "and if survival is all we have right now, then we'll survive." his arms tighten around him. "together." minwoo's voice trembles slightly then, the rare crack in his composure. "losing you would hurt a hell of a lot more than anything they could ever do to me."

[fadinglights]

“we should… we will." he promises, envisioning lazy mornings filled with coffee and warmth. he’d like to say he prefers those moments now that he has time for them, but truthfully, he'd probably grow bored by noon, already itching to plan something else and embark on new adventures with dylan. it’s unfortunate that going out on dates in public would cast a spotlight on the one thing they want to keep hidden — their private lives a distraction from their flourishing careers. at least they can still hide beneath the guise of best friends, sweeping any outing under the rug before a kiss could be caught on camera. “where do you want to go?” he asks dylan, a smitten smile breaking through as his fingers brush gently over his lover’s cheekbones. “one of my teammates went to iceland on their last break, and it looks like something out of a dream.” he's been there before, but it's part of a competition and he didn't do much sightseeing. aligning their schedules for a trip together won’t be easy, but it’s not impossible; at least he holds on to the hope. "i have a few ideas..." he nods coyly at dylan’s words, then leans in, capturing his boyfriend’s lips once more, savouring the sweetness of a kiss he’s missed terribly.

[rvnwiild]

dylan  melts  into  the  kiss  without  hesitation,  one  hand  sliding  up  to  cradle  the  back  of  his  neck  while  he  savors  every  second  of  it.  the  distance  had  been  unbearable,  and  having  him  here  again  feels  like  finally  being  able  to  breathe  properly.  when  they  part,  only  slightly,  his  forehead  rests  against  his  boyfriend's  and  a  quiet  laugh  escapes  him.  "iceland,  huh?"  he  murmurs,  brushing  his  thumb  along  his  jaw.  "you  make  it  sound  tempting."  the  truth  is,  he  doesn't  particularly  care  where  they  go.  the  destination  is  secondary;  it's  the  company  that  matters.  a  week  in  some  remote  cabin,  a  bustling  city  halfway  across  the  world,  or  simply  staying  hidden  away  together  would  all  feel  perfect  if  they  were  side  by  side.

"i've  always  wanted  to  see  the  northern  lights,"  he  admits.  "and  if  we're  lucky,  maybe  we'd  actually  get  to  be  tourists  for  once.  no  schedules,  no  cameras,  no  obligations.  just  us."  his  smile  softens  as  he  studies  his  face,  still  hardly  believing  they're  getting  this  moment.  "but  i  could  be  convinced  otherwise."  dylan  leans  in,  brushing  their  noses  together.  "you  said  you  have  a  few  ideas.  i'm  listening."  his  fingers  lace  through  his  boyfriend's,  squeezing  gently.  "honestly,  as  long  as  i'm  with  you,  i  don't  really  care  where  we  end  up." | @nouvelis

[goodvibesandmemes]

GENERAL MEMES: Vampire/Immortal Themed 🩸🦇🌹

↳ Please feel free to tweak them.

Themes: violence, death, blood, murder, depression/negative thoughts

SYMBOLS: ↳ Use “↪”to reverse the characters where applicable!

🦇 - To catch my muse transforming into a bat 🌞 - To warn my muse about/see my muse in the sunlight. 🩸 - To witness my muse drinking blood from a bag. 🐇 - To witness To catch my muse drinking blood from an animal. 🧔🏽 - To witness To catch my muse drinking blood from a human. 🦌 - For our muses hunt together for the first time. 🏃🏿‍♀️ - To see my muse using super speed. 🏋🏼‍♂️ - To see my muse using their super strength. 🧛🏻‍♂️ - To confront my muse about being a vampire. 🌕 - For my muse to lament missing the sun. ⏰ - For my muse to tell yours about a story from their long, immortal life. 🤛🏽 - To offer my muse your wrist to drink from. 👩🏿 - For my muse to reminisce about a long lost love. 👩🏽‍🤝‍👩🏽 - For your muse to look exactly like my muse’s lost love. 👄 - For my muse to bite yours. 👀 - For my muse to glamour/compel yours. 🧄 - To try and sneakily feed my muse garlic to test if they’re a vampire. 🔗 - To try and apprehend my muse with silver chains. 🔪 - To try and attack my muse with a wooden stake. 👤 - To notice that my muse doesn’t have a reflection. 🌹 - For my muse to turn yours into a vampire. 🌚 - For my muse and yours to spend time together during the night. 🧛🏼‍♀️ - For my muse to tell yours about their maker/sire.

SENTENCES:

“I’ve been alive for a long time [ name ], I can handle myself.” “I’m over a thousand years old, you can’t stop me!” “Lots of windows in this place, not exactly the greatest place for a vampire.” “Do you really drink human blood? Don’t you feel guilty?” “Vampires are predators, [ name ] hunting is just part of our nature, you can’t change that.” “You just killed that person! You’re a monster!” “Tomorrow at dawn, you’ll meet the sun [ name ].” “Can you make me like you?” “Do you really want to live forever?” “You say you want to live forever, [ name ], but forever is a long time, longer than you can imagine.” “What was it like to live through [ historic event / time period ]?” “Did people really dress like that when you were young?” “What were you like when you were human?” “We’re vampires, [ name ], we have no soul to save, and I don’t care.” “How many people have you killed? You can tell me, I can handle it.” “Did you meet [ historic figure ]?” “Everyone dies in the end, what does it matter if I… speed it along.” “Every time we feed that person is someone’s mother, brother, sister, husband. You better start getting used to that if you want to survive this life.” “[ she is / he is / they are ] the strongest vampire anyone has heard of, no one knows how to stop them, and if you try you’re going to get yourselves killed.” “Vampire hunters are everywhere in this city, you need to watch your back.” “Humans will never understand the bond a vampire has with [ his / her / their ] maker, it’s a bond like no other.” “Here, have this ring, it will protect you from the sunlight.” “I get you’re an immortal creature of the night and all that, but do you have to be such a downer about it?” “In my [ centuries / decades / millennia ] of living, do you really think no one has tried to kill me before?” “Vampires aren’t weakened by garlic, that’s a myth.” “I used to be a lot worse than I was now, [ name ], I’ve had time to mellow, to become used to what I am. I’m ashamed of the monster I was.” “The worst part of living forever is watching everyone you love die, while you stay frozen, still, constant.” “I’ve lived so long I don’t feel anything any more.” “Are there more people like you? How many?” “Life has never been fair, [ name ], why would start being fair now you’re immortal?” “You want to be young forever? Knock yourself out, I just hope you understand what you’re giving up.” “You never told me who turned you into a vampire. Who were they? Why did they do it?” “I could spend an eternity with you and never get bored.” “Do you really sleep in coffins?” “There are worse things for a vampire than death, of that I can assure you [ name ].” “You need to feed, it’s been days. You can drink from me, I can tell you’re hungry.” “The process of becoming a vampire is risky, [ name ], you could die, and I don’t know if I could forgive myself for killing you.” “I’m a vampire, I can hold a grudge for a long time, so believe me when I say I will never forgive this. Never.” “You were human once! How can you have no empathy?” “You don't have to kill to be a vampire, but what would be the fun in that.” “You can spend your first years of immortality doing whatever you want to whoever you want, but when you come back to your senses, it’ll hit you harder than anything you’ve felt before.” “One day, [ name ], everything you’ve done is going to catch up to you, and you’re never going to forgive yourself.” “Stop kidding yourself, [ name ], you’re a vampire, a killer, a predator. You might as well embrace it now because you can’t keep this up forever.” “You can’t [ compel / glamour ] me, I have something to protect me.” “When you’ve lived as long as me, there’s not much more in life you can do.” “You want me to turn you? You don’t know what you’re asking me to do.” “You really have to stop hissing like that, it’s getting on my nerves.” “I’m going to drive this stake through your heart, [ name ], and I’m going to enjoy it.”

[fadinglights]

jaehyun nods, recalling that he left his car in the parking lot the other day for a script reading, but got too tired in the end so his manager got him another ride himself. he mentally retraces his steps, ensuring he hasn't left any trace of their rendezvous. keeps her in his embrace for a moment longer before reluctantly lets her go with a whisper to her ear. “meet me outside after ten minutes? i’ll send you the location.” even the parking lot is too risky, given how there's a high possibility of them being caught by others who work in the same studio, so they must be even more discreet. they cannot afford not to be, given that their careers would take a tremendous blow if their entanglement is exposed, though hers would admittedly be more affected than his own, given the overly harsh demands placed on idols that must act according to their fans’ fantasies at all times. with another peck to her cheek and a squeeze of her hand, he leaves the room and soon drives his car to the chosen meeting spot. the leather of the steering wheel feels slick beneath his anxious grip. even now, he must not let his guard down, his gaze scanning the surroundings through his window quickly but thoroughly before he sends her the spot and announces that it’s clear. he restarts the car once she’s in the car with him, humming softly as his eyes return to the road, the engine purring. “if you order now, the food should arrive shortly after we do.”

[rvnwiild]

yeji   watches   him   leave,   lingering   in   the   empty   room   for   a   few   moments   after   the   door   clicks   shut   behind   him.   the   faint   warmth   of   his   embrace   still   clings   to   her   skin,   and   she   presses   her   lips   together,   fighting   back   a   smile   that   threatens   to   surface   at   the   memory   of   his   whispered   words.   ten   minutes.   she   busies   herself   with   gathering   her   things,   forcing   herself   into   the   calm,   practiced   routine   she'd   perfected   over   years   in   the   spotlight.   no   rushing.   no   suspicious   behavior.   just   another   idol   wrapping   up   a   schedule.   when   her   phone   vibrates   with   his   message,   she   waits   another   minute   before   slipping   out   of   the   building   through   a   side   exit.   her   cap   is   pulled   low,   mask   in   place,   eyes   scanning   the   area   as   carefully   as   he   undoubtedly   had.   only   when   she   spots   his   car   does   some   of   the   tension   leave   her   shoulders.

she   slips   into   the   passenger   seat   and   shuts   the   door   quickly   behind   her.   "you're   getting   paranoid,"   she   teases   quietly,   though   the   fond   smile   in   her   eyes   softens   the   words.   the   familiar   scent   of   his   car   settles   around   her,   comforting   in   a   way   she'd   never   admit   aloud.   she   adjusts   her   seatbelt   before   turning   toward   him.   her   hand   drifts   across   the   center   console,   fingers   brushing   against   his   briefly   before   retreating.   at   the   mention   of   food,   her   expression   brightens   immediately.   "good.   because   all   this   sneaking   around   has   made   me   hungry."   she   pulls   out   her   phone,   scrolling   through   and   clicking   the   delivery   options for the sushi place.   "what   are   we   feeling   tonight?   usual   order,   or   something   new?" | @nouvelis

[fadinglights]

a smile of amusement curls his lips as he offers a slow nod, as if reluctantly agreeing with her. he’s not one to turn down a favour when it’s within his limits; his mother raised him to be the good-natured, courteous man he is today. besides, maintaining good relations with fellow chefs and restaurant owners on this street is wise — after all, he never knows when he might need their favours in return, and social capital holds incredible value. “it’s fine,” he shrugs. “the new shipment will arrive early tomorrow, so we’ll be alright.” he runs the calculations in his head swiftly, his ease reflecting years of experience. “maybe you should be a bit more generous with your estimate when you restock next time, though.” he teases, playfulness laced in his voice, though some genuine advice underlies his tone. a smirk spreads over his fox-like features, mischief sparkling in his eyes. “oh, wouldn’t you like to know?” it may be risky to share his business secrets with a rival, but he trusts her enough — whether by friendship or something deeper — not to be a shameless recipe thief. “guess there’s only one way for you to find out." he lays the invitation openly before her, the warmth in his voice offering her the freedom to reject it if she wishes. “drop by after closing time tonight… or early tomorrow?”

[rvnwiild]

kimiko's  brows  lifted  slightly  at  the  invitation,  surprise  flickering  across  her  features  before  it  softened  into  something  warmer.  for  a  moment,  she  simply  stared  at  him,  caught  off  guard  by  how  openly  he  had  offered.  most  chefs  guarded  new  recipes  like  buried  treasure.  the  fact  that  he  was  willing  to  let  her  peek  behind  the  curtain  felt  unexpectedly  personal.  a  quiet  laugh  escaped  her.  "that  sounds  dangerously  close  to  trusting  me."  her  fingers  drifted  along  the  edge  of  a  nearby  shelf  as  she  considered  him,  amusement  dancing  in  her  dark  eyes.  he  looked  entirely  too  pleased  with  himself,  standing  there  with  that  smug  little  smirk  and  challenge  hidden  beneath  his  words.  the  temptation  was  immediate.  new  dishes.  new  flavors.  the  chance  to  watch  another  chef  work.  it  was  the  sort  of  offer  she  rarely  turned  down.  but  beneath  that  excitement  was  something  else—something  that  made  her  stomach  flutter  in  a  way  she  wasn't  prepared  to  examine  too  closely.

"besides,"  she  continued,  tilting  her  head,  "if  you're  inviting  a  rival  into  your  kitchen  after  hours,  shouldn't  i  be  worried  about  your  business  instincts?"  the  teasing  came  easily,  though  her  smile  betrayed  her  genuine  interest.  she  tapped  a  finger  thoughtfully  against  her  chin.  "tomorrow  morning  might  be  safer.  if  i  show  up  tonight,  i  can't  promise  i  won't  try  to  steal  all  your  secrets  before  sunrise."  her  grin  widened.  "not  recipes,  though.  just  whatever  magic  keeps  people  lining  up  outside  your  door."  there  was  honesty  in  that.  kimiko  had  always  admired  passion  more  than  competition.  after  a  brief  pause,  she  gave  a  small  nod.  "but...  i'd  like  that.  if  you're  serious." | @nouvelis

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cont. from here. | @nouvelis

minwoo's  jaw  tightened  the  moment  those  words  left  haneul's  mouth.  "i  have  everything  under  control."  it  was  a  lie.  a  terrible  one.  not  because  haneul  wasn't  capable—if  anyone  could  survive  impossible  situations  through  sheer  stubbornness  alone,  it  was  him—but  because  minwoo  knew  him  too  well.  he  knew  the  exhausted  look  hidden  behind  that  faint  smile,  knew  how  much  weight  haneul  carried  without  ever  letting  anyone  see  him  stumble.  his  fingers  curled  around  haneul's  hands  before  he  could  stop  himself.  "don't."  the  word  came  out  quieter  than  intended.  for  a  moment,  minwoo  simply  stared  at  their  joined  hands,  feeling  the  familiar  ache  settle  heavily  in  his  chest.  he  hated  this.  hated  the  kangs.  hated  the  way  they  had  wrapped  themselves  around  every  part  of  haneul's  life  until  even  danger  became  something  he  accepted  as  normal.  most  of  all,  he  hated  that  haneul  still  thought  he  had  to  face  it  alone.

"you  don't  have  to  keep  telling  me  you're  fine."  his  thumb  brushed  across  haneul's  knuckles.  "i'm  not  worried  because  i  think  you're  weak."  slowly,  minwoo  lifted  his  gaze.  "i'm  worried  because  you're  you."  because  you  never  ask  for  help.  because  you'd  rather  bleed  quietly  than  let  someone  carry  part  of  the  burden.  because  you  keep  sacrificing  pieces  of  yourself  and  pretending  it  doesn't  hurt.  the  words  remained  trapped  behind  his  teeth.  instead,  he  brought  one  of  haneul's  hands  closer,  pressing  a  kiss  against  his  knuckles.  "you  don't  have  everything  under  control,"  he  said  softly.  "and  that's  okay."  his  grip  tightened.  "you  don't  have  to  protect  me  from  this.  you  don't  have  to  protect  me  from  you."  minwoo  exhaled  shakily,  resting  his  forehead  against  haneul's  for  a  brief  second.  "i  love  you,  haneul.  that  means  i'm  going  to  worry.  it  means  i'm  going  to  be  scared  when  they  throw  you  into  situations  like  this.  it  means  i'm  going  to  stay,  even  when  things  get  ugly."  his  voice  dropped  lower.  "so  stop  carrying  all  of  this  by  yourself."  because  if  the  world  was  determined  to  chain  haneul  down,  then  minwoo  would  stand  beside  him  and  pull  against  those  chains  until  his  hands  bled  too.

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[fadinglights]

this is certainly not what kenji expected from a long-awaited meeting with his lover after a week spent drowning in a sea of file after file and dreadful paperwork. to hear jinwoo come clean about everything — his wife, his job, his concealed background — is more than he anticipated. yet here he is, unable to walk away despite the dire circumstances. typically rational, meticulous in his risk-cost analysis, he can’t bring himself to leave; his attachment to jinwoo is too strong, preventing him from abandoning a man ensnared in a life that barely feels lived.

this scenario is something he’s navigated a thousand times: persuading individuals involved in criminal activities to cooperate and help gather evidence for stronger cases. yet, this feels vastly different. when it’s no longer a cold case in black-and-white but involves someone he deeply cares for, the stakes become personal. it feels like a cruel joke by fate that he’s fallen for someone he should detest — if not for the crimes committed, then for the betrayal jinwoo has inflicted upon him.

still, kenji is choosing jinwoo, choosing his heart, although it often leads him astray. “i need you to help me gather evidence of the worst things he’s done. documentations, financial records, surveillance footage, physical items if you can find any.” he looks down at jinwoo’s hand wrapping around his own, gently covering their joined hands with his free hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze. this marks the beginning of something new, a path fraught with risk, yet he’s willing to try rather than let jinwoo continue to suffer alone. his lips twist into a sorrowful smile. “you won’t have to suffer alone anymore.”

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jinwoo listens carefully as kenji speaks, committing every word to memory. staying close to his father-in-law—acting as his trusted right-hand man—gave him the perfect opportunity to uncover the information kenji needed. over the years, jinwoo had learned far too much about the man’s dealings, secrets buried so deeply they were never meant to see the light of day, let alone fall into the hands of the police. some of the things he’d witnessed still sat heavy in the back of his mind, impossible to forget no matter how hard he tried. “i have access to his office,” jinwoo says quietly after a moment, his voice low enough that it almost blends into the silence around them. “he keeps everything locked away in a safe there. documents, ledgers, records… anything important never leaves that room.” his jaw tightens slightly. “i doubt there’s any surveillance footage left behind, though. he’s obsessive about collecting every trace and destroying it himself. he never leaves loose ends.”

his eyes drift downward briefly before he continues. “but from now on, i’ll try to make copies before anything disappears. even if it’s small, it’s better than letting everything vanish.” the idea alone makes tension settle heavily in his chest. sneaking around a man who always seemed to have eyes everywhere—a man who had spent years mastering manipulation, intimidation, and covering his tracks—was dangerous in ways jinwoo understood all too well. his father-in-law trusted no one completely, not even the people closest to him. one wrong move, one moment of hesitation, and jinwoo knew everything could come crashing down around them. but despite that fear, he’s willing to try. maybe it’s because for the first time in a long while, he doesn’t feel alone carrying all of this. with kenji beside him, the burden feels lighter, even if only a little. the quiet understanding in kenji’s presence steadies something restless inside him, gives him the courage to keep talking when every instinct tells him to stay silent.

when kenji gives his hand a reassuring squeeze, jinwoo’s breath catches softly. he looks down at their joined hands for a second before a small smile finally appears on his face—faint, tired, but genuine. his fingers curl around kenji’s a little tighter, holding onto the warmth grounding him in the moment. “thank you,” he murmurs quietly, his voice softer now. “for listening… and for not running out the door.” a weak laugh slips past his lips before he adds, almost reluctantly, “i don’t think most people would’ve stayed after hearing all of this.”

[mndstom]

The dreams about him, about their past lives, made her step into water she hasn't dared before. Before, she touched magic that could help her with mundane things, but then the dreams ( sometimes nightmares ) came. Lydia started to read different books. Books about different spells, the meaning of different dreams, and creatures. And through those books, she learned more about herself. About him. Not directly about him, but his kind.

So, she believes him when he tells her about her magic. If she has been capable of reincarnating herself ( as absurd as it sounds ) centuries ago, and made sure they would meet every decade, she must be a strong witch. But she also realizes how painful it must be for him. To find her, not her remembering him, and needing to reintroduce themselves whenever their paths cross. It pains her. Which is why she drops her head low for a moment and takes a deep breath to calm herself, and she shakes her head lightly.

Her gaze returns to look at him when his arms tighten around her, and she listens to his confession, not moving away when his cooler forehead presses against hers. Just a minute ago, she was scared of him, and now he brings a sense of familiarity. "I will die eventually. I'm not like you. And I can't run from it." She has learned it's dangerous to play with death. At least for her kind. One way or another, she has to face it, but until then, she gets to enjoy her life. "I'm sorry I've made you go through this." The witch feels guilty. Without her seeking him out again, they wouldn't be in this situation. He wouldn't have to go through this again.

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when her head dipped and gave that small, unsteady shake, his own tilted instinctively, trying to catch a glimpse of her expression beneath the curtain of her hair. he searched her face carefully, wanting to read every flicker of emotion there—even though he could already feel it well enough without seeing it. guilt. heavy and aching and misplaced. his brows drew together at once. there was nothing she needed to feel guilty for. “i know,” he murmured softly. “you’re not immortal, darling.” the gentle tease in his voice was accompanied by a quiet chuckle, warm and low in his throat. his fingertips slipped through her hair with practiced tenderness, smoothing the strands back before tucking them carefully behind her ear. the touch lingered for a moment longer than necessary, his hand resting briefly against the side of her face. “it isn’t your fault,” he said again, more firmly this time, giving a small shake of his head. “and you don’t need to apologize to me.” seeing her like this tugged painfully at something deep inside him, something he had spent far too long trying to bury. because he had sworn to himself he would not do this again.

he had promised he wouldn’t get involved with her in this life. wouldn’t seek her out. wouldn’t allow himself to fall back into the same endless orbit around her, no matter how badly he wanted to. it had seemed simple enough when she was only a memory—something distant, untouchable. but now she was here. here in front of him, close enough for him to feel the warmth of her against his chest, close enough to hold. and with her in his arms like this, every promise he had made to himself felt weak and meaningless. he couldn’t deny it anymore. his heart still belonged to her. it always would. the realization settled heavily and completely inside him, leaving no room for resistance. now that he had found her again, letting her walk away was impossible. the thought alone tightened something in his chest. his thumb brushed lightly along her cheek before he spoke again, voice quieter this time, almost careful. “i’ll tell you anything you want to know,” he promised. “anything at all.”

[fadinglights]

“you have, but i wouldn’t mind hearing it again.” anna smiles, her heart swelling at the remembered warmth in his gaze. while texts may satiate the itch to some extent, nothing compares to the in-person connection, where she can see the fondness shining brightly in his eyes. a soft chuckle escapes her in response to the telling growl of his stomach, and she asks curiously, “when’s the last time you ate?” she knows idol schedules can be grueling, where a proper meal often feels like a luxury. more often than not, it's a hastily consumed sandwich or kimbap crammed down their throats between practices or during commutes to the next appointment.

her smile widens further from his sweet words, and then curls into a playful smirk. “oh... that’s bad. we wouldn’t want that, since you should definitely be getting all the sleep tonight.” the dark circles under his eyes speak volumes about the fatigue he must feel deep in his bones. “should i leave now?” she teases, raising an eyebrow, though she makes no move to reclaim the distance between them. she’s missed him far too much to leave so easily now, eager to bask in his familiar, comforting warmth for as long as she can before her prolonged absence gets noticed by her manager, leading to trouble.

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minjun chuckled softly, leaning in to press a quick, affectionate kiss against her cheek. “i love you,” he said again, like it was something he could say endlessly without ever running out of meaning. and honestly, he probably could—he’d say it a thousand times over if she asked him to. “um…” her question made him pause mid-thought, his brows knitting together as he tried to dig through his memory. lately, everything had started to blur together—hours folding into days, days slipping into nights—especially with how little sleep he’d been getting.

“i ate breakfast,” he said finally, a grin slowly spreading across his face as the memory clicked into place. his expression brightened a little more as he reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone. he scrolled for a moment, thumb moving lazily through photos before stopping. with a small, satisfied nod, he turned the screen toward her. there it was—his breakfast. a single-serving milk carton, the kind you grab without thinking… except this one had her face printed on it. he looked far too pleased with himself, like he’d discovered something incredibly important. “see?” he said, as if that explained everything.

but the second her reaction shifted—whether she tried to lean away or question him further—he immediately frowned. “what? no!” he protested, quick to close the distance between them again. his hands found her waist, pulling her gently but firmly against him so she couldn’t escape. “don’t even think about walking away.” a beat passed, his expression softening just slightly as he held her there, warmth lingering in his grip. “you’re stuck here tonight,” he added, quieter now but still firm, like it wasn’t up for debate at all.