we are tarnished silver

━ my insides are copper and i'd kill to make them gold park jiyeon || twenty two || werewolf student . film enthusiast

[sabxjiyeon]

—anyone else but you

[sabxwoohyun-deactivated20141117]

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[sabxjiyeon]

{/ skin whispers secrets—tells the truth of the person that it wears. it doesn’t lie, doesn’t hide. it reveals and it showcases the heart. and woohyun’s is sewn into each pore, the fabric of his emotions, raw and undisguised, rough against jiyeon’s fragile and sensitive flesh. and that’s what earns her moans, that’s what drives her finger nails across his back and up his shoulders, raking the bones and scattering red marks against the pale surface until her own fingers grow white under the pressure.

she arches and twists in his hold, his moving and bucking and lips forming soft coos—his name over and over and over. it rests on her lips, and she recites it in his ear, lets the warmth of her breath stain the shell of his earn.

jiyeon was not greedy. she learned not to ask for much, learned that begging is for the weak and she shall not succumb to that. but she can’t stop the kisses woohyun trails down her chest, her stomach. cannot stop the soft ohs and ahs that bubble and rise up from the pit of her throat. and she cannot stop herself from wanting more—wanting it all. }

yes, woohyun. {/ it’s a breath, an exhale of words. } i want you—all of you.

{/ he dips and trails and nips it leaves jiyeon searing and reeling and gasping, her claws moving from his back to her sides and gripping the fabric of her sheets. they crumble in her palm, and she pushes herself against it, lets her back arch and bring herself closer to woohyuns mouth.

she wants him to eat her—swallow her whole and take her alive. devour her between his lips and his teeth and everything that his is. sin and hatred and loneliness. smear the black paint of his depravities upon her face and mark her as his forever.

{/ he strips her, leaves her bare and exposed under her gaze. and while she likes his feel, the way her overrules and overthrows her—a knight conquesting her kingdom—jiyeon grows hungry and avaricious. she weaves her hands into his hair, lets the silky strands smooth over her fingers. and then she grips, a rough, tight hold. she tugs and pulls him up, away from her warmth and her desire, and towards her face. lips find lips and she traces the form his mouth for a moment—tastes who he is. and then she moves, grips his hair once more and pushes her face into his neck. nips and pecks and marks his skin. }

what about you, woohyun? {/ she smirks, smiles against his skin. } do you want me?

{/ her hands move lower, scrape against the curve of his back before sliding across his hips. they find his jeans, unbutton them and give them a tug. they’re loose, and they slide down half way, bearing his thighs before her. her nails dip to the inside of his legs, raking the upper of his thigh until it glows red. it trails, up, closer, and takes in his warmth.

its hard, throbbing against the palm of her hand. for a moment she takes it in—hand still before she pulls back, lets her fingers trail up and down the staff of his length, light caresses, kisses of the fingertips and marks of her desire.

she wants to feel it, feel the way his body bucks against her and brings her closer and hear her name from his lips. over and over and over. }

[sabxkimyungsoo-deactivated20141]

You're still the same.

[sabxjiyeon]

sabxkimyungsoo:

( ... )

“jiyeon-ah…” a mind still slowly processing when a low mumble escaped his lips, her presence still a stun to him, and suddenly he wants nothing more than take her into his embrace and heave a sigh of relief that she’s okay— so odd it was, so odd indeed, for myungsoo was never one to give any heed to physical fondness, he knew nothing of that term, and it was strange, what longing for someone of old times could do, to what point of yearning and missing he could get.

he was a blossom, caught and cupped between the creased of her palms and folded neatly between the pages of her books. he is pressed there, leaving his scent and his imprint against the parchment and the words, so every time she flickers open to that page she will remember him. he is embedded into her, a marking that never fades—not a scar but a tattoo. permanent by choice, not by accident. she allowed him to be there, to etch his way into her heart and settle himself between the canals and crevasses. and she treasured it, kept him safe and hidden so the shadows could not cast and could not taint.

while she never had the ability to defend him physically then—though now she probably could—she tried her best to repair the damage of the bruises, the damage it left behind not on his skin but in his heart. her patchwork was messy, the stitches crooked and uneven and tangled, but it held all the same.

grips her finger, sneers at her and spits his words and his venom in her face. she flinches, draws back and lets the sting settle. you’re use to this—some things never seem to change.

it was disappointing in way—his cruelty never left. he was still a snarling animal, wounded and bleeding but far too stubborn to ask for aid. instead he snaps his fangs and lets the foam bubble from his mouth. she knows he’ll bite, knows he’ll spill her blood and tear her skin open so she is eventually as damaged as he—but she never minds. she has to remind herself of that. he needs someone to try.

“rude—me? ironic coming from you. this is no way to treat a lady, myungsoo-ah.” she grins, flashes her teeth and raises her brow but makes no effort to break free from his hold. she likes the warmth of his fingers against her. “besides—i reserve the right to be rude, seeing how you’ve forgotten me. some childhood friend you are.”

it hurts—the look on his face as he fights to remember her, gather her features and her memories.

a part of her wonders how he could forget, how could he let her go when she so viciously held on. the nights she lay awake along side her pack, tormented by her parents screams and their pleas she always found herself wandering to him. she replays each moment, lets it repeat over and over until she can recite each twist of his lips and every word that passed through their lips. worry—that was what it brought. not the pain of his jabs, they had faded and scabbed over and healed long ago. she simply missed him. worried that he did not grow but regress.

she wondered if his bruises still remained.

but then the look is gone, it flickers to static and shifts to recognition. and then shock.

he drops her, steps away, stares and takes her in and she feels odd. jiyeon shifts under her gaze, moves to lock her hands behind her back and hide their tremble. her skin hurts where his grip once held, the area red and marked, but she tries to switch her focus from the throbbing to his face. takes in and drinks and traces his features with her eyes.

a smile lights her lips—soft and meak. it hides the hurt but barely. jiyeon was never good at wearing her masks.

“ah, now you remember me? did you even miss me at all myungie?”

[jiyeonssi]

[caesarxhvn-blog]

⊱Model⊰ Caesar & Jiyeon

[sabxjiyeon]

sabxcaesar:

( ... )

His phone was kept by his side at all times in case another called and his ears remained alert in case any of the ones he had spoken to happened to come by and knock at his door. 

she fidgets, nervous fingers entwining with nervous fingers—an effort to hide the tremble that had set into bones. she wrung the paper like cloth, lest it crumble in her palm and twist and break. a flyer—a number scribbled on the parchment surface and an address follows. she had come across it with a few classmates, girls she never really considered friends but persons used to pass time and loneliness through the otherwise dull class lectures. they had insisted, plucked the flyer from its post and dialed the number and then passed jiyeon the phone. he offered her to come by, stop and allow him to examine her for this job—a modeling post for an artist she heard great rumors about.

and she couldn’t say no—couldn’t displease. she was jiyeon, and she knew nothing other than a life of playing the good girl, the role model, the teacher’s pet. and she couldn’t say no, couldn’t tell him she never wanted to be there. she’d much rather appreciate paint strokes and pencil lines from behind the wood work of a frame.

still, she remained, fingers pulling her phone from her pocket and dialing the number. it rang for a moment, then silence as the line picked up.

“—ah hello!” she greeted, trying her best to smile and sound perky and not allow the other to hear the quiver on her lips. “it’s park jiyeon, im here for the modeling job we discussed a few days ago.”

her fingers shuffle, stuffing the paper in her back—she adjusts it, lets it sit on the contour of her shoulder, and smiles—as if he can see her, hear the nervous waver of her lips against the receiver. “im outside now, sir!”

[sabxwoohyun-deactivated20141117]

desperation and devastation, -- ♚

[sabxjiyeon]

sabxwoohyun:

( ... )

he pauses, lips curving into a frown immediately. “yah. are you even paying attention to me? you haven’t said a word this whole time.”

hot—everything is hot. under her skin her blood blazes and scorches and she wonders if it would scar the inside of her skin. she can’t breathe, can’t think. why—why is everything so blurry, so tangled. her eyes droop and her mouth grows dry and she wants nothing more than to curl up and let herself be, let herself collapse beneath her own weight. but woohyun was a demon, thwarted and twisted and hell bent on preventing said rest. he came into her apartment like a whirlwind, eyes brash and angry as they gripped her arm and dragged her away.

he was angry—not a seething woohyun who yelled and scolded and glowered in her direction. the calm before the storm, the eye, rested and still. it was his insides that raged, his eyes a series of waves that never ceased and never soothed. and it frightened her, drove jiyeon to the edge where she teetered.

for once, she hoped he wouldn’t catch her if she jumped.

her eyes shoot to him, find his frown and recoil. she jolts, pulls her hand from his and lets it rest in her lap. his fingerprints are burned, seared into the skin and etched. he carves his name into her and it leaves her palm tingling and craving and trembling.

“—ah! im sorry, woohyun.” she licks her lips, lets her eyes fall to her hand, as if to check the damage he had left. there was nothing there—and that was often how things were with woohyun. he left no marks, no tainted or broke skin, just raw emotions that left her skin smoldering. “can you repeat that?”

[sabxwoohyun-deactivated20141117]

failure by design, -- ♚

[sabxwoohyun-deactivated20141117]

( ... )

"get dressed." he’s gone soft again. "i’m gonna take you out. okay? so get dressed and don’t keep me waiting."

[sabxjiyeon]

 it hurts—everything about woohyun hurts and smothers and leaves jiyeon feeling nothing but raging guilt in the pit of her stomach. she knew she shouldn’t do this—shouldn’t push woohyun in ways she didn’t know she was capable of. shouldn’t shun his name from her thoughts so suddenly—not after what they had done. but she has to. she is a monster, a creature born from the bone of sin and greed and lust. and she is scared he will become a victim. the first to paint her talons crimson and stain her skin with the scent of his blood.

it’d drive her mad—waking each and every morning to smell his insides on her.

but every twist of his lips, the way his eyes spilled over emotions jiyeon wasn’t aware he held, it pulled her under. pulled her deeper into his arms and his heart and she could try to reach for the surface, break free and let herself be free, but she would always, always, fail.

she remains silent at his tremor. lets him rant and rave to himself, fingers pulling the strands of his hair ( she’s envious, her own fingers itching to part his hair and let the gentle strands brush her skin ). and then he snaps back, composes himself and pushes her towards her door—tells her to hurry and dress.

she stumbles, catches herself at the balls of her feet and shoots him a small, questioning, glare. and then she sighs, mumurs a weak “okay” and shuts the door. she wasn’t sure why, he’s seen every inch of her body at this point ( but does he remember the way her skin glistens under his touch? does he remember the way he made her glow and shine and shiver and want? ). still the door closes, clicks, and jiyeon moves to her closet to begin her search for clothing.

she dresses for the chill of the fall—a maroon skirt and white sweater and boots to match—and dresses quickly. she runs her fingers through her hair, detangles a few strands and smoothing it out into messy waves. she fidgets, her reflection odd and contrasted against the sloppy girl from before. she wonders what woohyun would think—and then she grabs her coat, leather and black but thin, slides it on her shoulders and wraps a grey scarf around her neck.

and then she opens the door, flashes a weak smile at woohyun and steps towards him.

“you’re not going to kidnap me for good, are you?” she raises her brow at him—it’s a joke. a jab.

but part of her wants him too—to whisk her away and play her prince and let her forget the way they scream and the way their smelled as they burned.  

[sabxjiyeon]

—anyone else but you

[sabxjiyeon]

sabxwoohyun:

( ... )

(; and so he dives in, bites at her flesh and her lust; savors her pleasure and her need. )

[/ jiyeon feels drunk—slurred and disfigured and undeniably intoxicated under the touch and gaze of nam woohyun. he eats her, devours and savors her and traps her with his lips and his mumbled promises. and he makes her feel normal—like a young girl, reckless and brave and human. or perhaps that wasn’t it—wasn’t why she let his touches burn their way through her skin. perhaps it wasn’t that she felt normal, average, humane; perhaps it was because he was a monster too. and he made her feel, in that moment and every moment to follow, that monsters weren’t all creatures that had crawled from the depths of the underworld to spread their curse. she didn’t feel like the nightmare she often thought she was, daunting in a child’s dream.

if they were monsters—they were monsters together and he made her feel like that was perfectly okay. ]

too okay. don’t slip up jiyeon.

[ / it’s a voice and it distracts her from him, from the way his fingers flutter over her skin and his lips trace each and every dip of her bones in her build. its an aggressive reminder that the smell of sulfur and the ring of their screams would forever linger. ]

you’ll end up just like them too.

[/ but she was a monster and she was a villain no matter what she tried. and in that moment she felt hopelessly lost. ]

[/ so she did what she knew best. she cowered. her hands grip his shoulders, pull him closer and closer until there is no room, no air, nothing but skin against skin and raw sin. and she liked it—thrived off it and the way his caress painted her black. ]

you’re so considerate, nam woohyun. [/ it’s a purr, a jest and a trap to lure him in, and it comes out deep and husky and for a minute jiyeon is appauled at the voice that comes from her throat. but it fuels her, none the less. and she finds herself growing green and greedy. ]

[/ her legs wrap around him, tug his pelvis into the dip between her legs and letting his structure push against her. her back supports her, pushed against the wall as her hips roll against his. she watches his lips twist and part and she smirks—a smug and arrogant grin. she wants to push him over, strip him of his skin and let the creature under his masks able and free. just as he had done to her. she wants his feral side, wants his claws in her skin and her insides from his teeth.

her fingers find his shirt, and she moves her lips from his to tug at it. the fabric lifts from his skin, and she pulls it over his head. its awkward, catching his hair and his shoulders and other various parts of his face—but soon its tugged free and discarded on the floor, left to be forgotten. her finger tips trail over his form, taking in the curve of his collarbones and memorizing the structure. she likes the way his skin looks, smooth over the hills of his bones and shivering with every breath he takes.

every part of her wants to wrap herself around him and feel him and take him in like the air she struggles with in that moment. it makes her throb, her whole body aching for more than flickering touches and kisses that never seem to last long enough. and she shows it, lets it be known when she leans herself into him, pressing her chest against his and burying her face into his neck. she nips the skin, lets her teeth dig and pull and taunt until his flesh is sensitive and pink. her fingers dip to his hip, they search until they find the crease of his hipbones and they dig into the trench, rolling and pressing until his hips buck and quiver under. she moans at the thought, breath heavy against his throat and sound muddled as she peppers his neckline with simple bites and pecks. ]

that way—[/ she gestures her hands towards the door, its ajar and welcoming and she can see the corner of her bed from the crack. it makes her nervous and eager and her stomach flutters at the thought. ] 

[sabxkimyungsoo-deactivated20141]

You're still the same.

[sabxjiyeon]

sabxkimyungsoo:

( ... )

“why the hell are you so clumsy?!” he snarls gritting his teeth as his eyes glared at the female.

its cool—and jiyeon likes it. likes the way the air feels against her skin and the way the leaves linger on the sidewalks in their little piles, adding streaks and blots of orange and gold and reds to the otherwise grey pavement. it makes her feel small in her jacket, like she was small once more and with her parents as they raked through the yard. they collected the twigs and the leaves and shuffled them into black bags twice her size and they’d laugh when he brother would come streaking through and bounding into the neat heaps. he’d fling himself into their trap, let the musk of their rot stain his skin, and send the little bits of verdures everywhere. he chuckles and jiyeon giggles, lets her legs carry her to him and join him in the corpses of the fall. and it was pleasant and nice and everything was still so naïve for her. she didn’t wonder about the metallic scent that lingered on her family’s clothes. didn’t question the silence of the night, because they were gone and she was alone and left to sit with the monsters under her bed. she didn’t want to see it, didn’t want to stare into her parents fangs and discover that it was them she should have been fearing—not the boogeymen in the closet that hummed her to sleep.

it makes her silent and it makes her still—the idea of her family. the idea of anything relating to her past often did though. it was hard, to stare right into her demon’s eyes and tell them “im okay now, you cannot hurt me”. so she looked away—it was better that way. safer. secure. and it didn’t bring back the haunting screams as flesh and bone burned.

but there was a small bit—a tiny piece really, of her past she enjoyed. a boy who’s face is clear cut into her eyelids. he was pretty—not a handsome boy to grow into a handsome man. but like a blossom with a small smile that never quite filled his features. he seemed delicate and he was. despite the insults he’d shoot at her, the sneer that always seemed to fall her way, jiyeon enjoyed those moments. because he was broken, it was written on his skin, and she enjoyed capturing his attention—even if it was for a moment of glaring remarks that cut like ice down her spine. he’d make her cry a few times, holed away in the bathroom to escape his hurtful words. but she’d swallow herself and push open the door to face him once more—eyes clear and cheeks wiped free of her tears stains. a moment where he is not thinking about how he got his bruises, a moment spent calculating a new jab and a moment where he does not frown ( though he often didn’t smile either )—it made every crack in her chest worth it.

she wondered who he was today.

wondered if he was still the same—a child with a broken smile and eyes that always faltered.

a twist of her shoulder dropped her back from her thoughts, reeled her in once more only to watch as her purse fell. it clattered, and everything in it, to the ground  contents scattered across the concrete. a stranger—the force behind her fall, bent and began to collect the contents, his fingers slim and quick and beautiful. jiyeon stared, for a moment, let herself memorize they way they moved because they were familiar and they were pretty even for a man.

and then she felt guilt—burdened by his need to collect her mess. so she reaches to join in, bends herself over him so she too can be a good girl, a polite girl.

he rises though and she cannot reel away. and their heads collide and for a minute she sees black, peaking out behind the corners of her eyes. she stumbles, grasping and pressing at the tender spot.

“yah—“ he insults her and she dislikes the way the venom spins on his tongue, it’s a shame such pretty hands belong to such a vulgar voice. “who does that, jolt up so quickly? so unexpected.” she hisses at the pain, and lifts her chin to shoot him a glare, a petty look of disgust and distaste.

and then she sees his face—sees the gentle slope of his chin and the crescents of his eyes and she finds herself stepping away. her finger juts out at him, trembling and shaking as her mouth tries to form words.

“kim myungsoo?”

[sabxjiyeon]

pardon the uncut post but im mobile as of right now because my computer has officially died and i have no way of online access. ill try to get a way to do replies and greetings soon so please be patient for jiyeon and dongwoo.

[sabxjiyeon]

☾

☾ - a bedtime text

[ ✉ leecher ] yah! [ ✉ leecher ] i know you're dead already but [ ✉ leecher ] you really should get some sleep [ ✉ leecher ] dont worry if you have nightmares momma wolf will protect you ok? [ ✉ leecher ] sleep tight don't let the werewolves bite~

[sabxjiyeon]

❤ - A heartfelt text

[ ✉ 당신 ] its lonely here tonight -without you here.  [ ✉ 당신 ] it makes me sad.  [ ✉당신 ]  please come quickly.  [ ✉ 당신 ]  my heart misses you. 

/ MESSAGE DRAFTED / 

[ ✉ 당신 ] 사랑합니다. 

[sabxwoohyun-deactivated20141117]

failure by design, -- ♚

[sabxjiyeon]

sabxwoohyun:

( ... )  

there’s a fire in his chest — one that burns and makes it hard to breathe. it feels as if she has a grip on his heart — and each time she flutters away, his heart hurts a little more on the inside. 

it was his eyes, jiyeon had decided, that enthralled her. she had spent nights awake wondering why woohyun had left such a large stain on her life. and she had found it. it was the storm behind his dark pools, rampant with passions and sensations. they swirled overhead and it makes jiyeon dizzy and weak and she feels herself fall into woohyun’s arms.

he forces his way into her home. and in many ways her heart. isn’t that what started this all? he insisted on making a home in her chest. settling in the dust and debris and stitching himself into her skin. and like now, she made no effort to fend him off, shoo him away and plead he leaves her be. her intentions were to push away, a simple act when faced behind a screen. it was easy to swipe his name away, turn off her mobile and pretend he never bothered. pretend she never got the calls and messages. pretend it was him ignoring her. but when she faced him, saw the small pull of worry on his lips and the way his eyes clouded over—dark from the left over storm, she choked. she faltered.

she always faltered with nam woohyun.

he slides in, locks the door behind him and moves himself closer to her. she feels his heat, lets it burn and tan her skin like the sun. he is radiant—golden. a little locket that fell from heaven and landed between her sheets. she enjoys it—a pup setting her fur in the sun, leans in closer to him.

its silent for a moment, awkward and tense with the words behind their lips. but she bites her lip, keeps her tongue tied and knotted.

“is that—“ she coughs, clears her throat, chokes on the emotions tangled in her throat. “is that all you came here for?”

her brows raise and she tries to fight it—fight the ache in her chest as it builds. she wants to curl up there and let herself settle into woohyun.

but she won’t—she can’t. because he will drop her fragile heart—stop on it until the glass is nothing but dust, collecting on the sides of his shoes.

so she allows herself to smile, mock and taunt him with her smirk.

“because you missed my pretty little face?” 

[sabxjiyeon]

✈

[  ✉ ri-ri ! ] yah! [  ✉ ri-ri ! ] why didn't you tell your noona you were leaving??? [  ✉ ri-ri ! ] i would have said goodbye [  ✉ ri-ri ! ] rin is so mean to her noona (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀) [  ✉ ri-ri ! ] have a good trip then! [  ✉ ri-ri ! ] and dont get fat~ 

[sabxjiyeon]

❤ - A heartfelt text

 [  ✉ do not reply ] ( ；｀ヘ´)  [ ✉ do not reply ] you aren't so bad, you know that right?  [ ✉ do not reply ] and if you get lonely i guess ill listen.  [ ✉ do not reply ] because youre worth it.  [ ✉ do not reply ] jk im going have a nice day! （。-＿-。）

[sabxjiyeon]

☾ - A bedtime text

[  ✉ do not reply ] its late - why are you texting me at this hour [  ✉ do not reply ] do you ever sleep? [  ✉ do not reply ] ugh im going back to bed [  ✉ do not reply ] don’t dream of me. (∩⌣̀_⌣́)

[sabxjiyeon]

all the text symbols

✌ - Drunk/drugged text

[ ✉ accomplice jung ] noonnnnnaaaaaaaaa [ ✉ accomplice jung ]  w8 ur not my n00na -- [ ✉ accomplice jung ]  LOL i said smthing dumb again [ ✉ accomplice jung ] y is evrything so funee noona?[ ✉ accomplice jung ] noona, wohyn gave me smthing funee again T ^ T 

❤ - A heartfelt text

[ ✉ accomplice jung ] --uhm, im bad at this oh my. okay uhm. [ ✉ accomplice jung ] thanks..for uh... always being there i guess [ ✉ accomplice jung ] ACK IM BAD AT THIS [ ✉ accomplice jung ] I LOVE YOU A LOT OKAY BYE

⚠ - An emergency text

[ ✉ accomplice jung ] krystal come quick [ ✉ accomplice jung ] woohyun found the dead rat we left in his sheets [ ✉ accomplice jung ] he has a knife [ ✉ accomplice jung ] bring back up

☾ - A bedtime text

[ ✉ accomplice jung ] baby krystal! [ ✉ accomplice jung ] go to bed okay? [ ✉ accomplice jung ] ill even sing a lullaby just for you~ [ ✉ accomplice jung ] rock a bye baby huntress in the tree tops  ♪ [ ✉ accomplice jung ] jk go the hell to sleep （。ˇ ⊖ˇ）♡

✈ - A text while travelling

[ ✉ accomplice jung ] this car is going too fast-- oppa is driving too quickly. [ ✉ accomplice jung ] come rescue this princess before she vomits on the nice leather and oppa kills her. (╥_╥)

✴ - An angry text

[ ✉ accomplice jung ] [○･｀Д´･○] [ ✉ accomplice jung ] krystal [ ✉ accomplice jung ] jung [ ✉ accomplice jung ] stop ignoring me [ ✉ accomplice jung ] i told you already that i was sORRY SO STOP IGNORING ME [ ✉ accomplice jung ] im going to pee on your couch i swear to god [ ✉ accomplice jung ] ANSWER ME!!!!!!!!!ヽ(｀⌒´メ)ノ

[inboxstuff]

Text meme

Send me a symbol for a:

✌ - Drunk/drugged text

❤ - A heartfelt text

⚠ - An emergency text

☾ - A bedtime text

✈ - A text while travelling

✴ - An angry text