⸰ 𝅄 ♡ ❛ 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐇.

𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒇-𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏. somewhere. on the other side of the 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍.

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REVAMP !!

〈 𝐎𝐎𝐂 ⫶ i was intending to leave rp... but @daysg0neby managed to persuade me into one plot... so, since i cannot handle a lot of muses. i will make this a single muse blog for one plot. 

all muses deleted and i will work on a profile for the baby soon. i hope some people will want to interact with the muse, even if it’s only one muse. T __ T 

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not that he was surprised, but truth be told – yoochan didn’t expect sujin to kiss him like this, in front of so many people. they were keeping their relationship on a low profile but guess not anymore. in fact, to him it didn’t matter who knew, he just didn’t want to trouble her, knowing what her brothers thought of him – or more specifically deul. though, the kiss was gladly returned, his hands immediately finding their way to her hips to rest there. so naturally. the three little words had such an effect on him, setting him on fire, having his heart beat a mile a minute. the smile onto yoochan’s visage could only grow. apparently, when one reaches the turning point in their life, the view on it and a lot more of other things … just changes. “ i love you too. ” he told and leaned down to press a soft kiss to her lips again, pulling her even close to himself. “ wanna help you with that bracelet, babe? ”

⸰  ♡ ❛       she felt like - they had survived everything they possibly could have, together. and that meant that together, they would be invincible, too. standing there, like the two of them did now, it was the sign of every single piece of devotion she had to gift him, now and in the future. how she felt for him, the purest kind of love, even if it had been forbidden for the longest time she would know. she was happy, and no one could take that away from her. so making it official with a kiss in front of the bare eyes of everyone, it was the least she could do. deul might kill her, but at least she would die happy. her body leaned against his and their nose birdges were resting perfection to one another, lips brushed together as he returned the words that they held back on speaking for so long now. it meant more to her than all the money in the world. soon enough, she stepped back, holding out her wrist to him and smiled, nodding her head. “please, i think i would need all the help.”

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what   he  wanted  was  to  tell  her  to  go,  to  run  away  before  they  see  her  trying  to  help  him.  the  last  thing  yoochan  wanted,  was  for  sujin  to  end  up  in  a  situation  because  of  him  ( again ).  her  whispers  caused  him  to  finally  lift  his  head,  enough  to  be  able  to  look  at  her  though  half-ldded eyes.  tears  streamin g down  her  cheeks, worry  displayed  all  over  her  beautful  face.  a  blind  man  could  see  the  reasons  behind  her  actions.  and  it  seemed that  they  have  punched  some  sense  back  into  him,  granted  yoochan  too  could  see  it.  sujin  was  way  more  imporant to  him  than  anything  else  at  this  point.  his  eyes  closed  automatically  at  the  light  touches over  his  forehead, finding  strength  within to  utter  a  few  words. “ you  will,  you  can… ”

he  managed  to  keep  conscious  so  far,  watching  sujin  checking  on  the  bikes  in  the  storage  room.  it  had  crossed  his  mind  that  she  might  as  well  be  able  to  drive  one,  granted  the  serpents  are  a  biker  gang.  but  he  couldn’t   imagine  getting  there, he  couldn’t  even  think  of  moving  an  inch.  feeling   how  the  ropes  moved  around his  wrist  while  she  was  untying  them,  yoochan  felt  an  immence pain  and  groaned  once  those  were  dropped  on  the  ground, hands  finally  free.  “ they  caught  me  …  caught me  red-handed. ”  was  all  he  could  whisper  while  moving  his  hands  to  his  lap,  trying  his  best  to  not  let  his  consciousness  slip.  he’s  never  felt  his  eyelids  being  so  heavy  before.  “ i’m  …  falling  unconscious –  i  can’t… ”

⸰  ♡ ❛       she knew that yoochan could shoo her off if he wanted to, he had the ability to tell her no. but she also knew that she would not listen, it was dangerous, but she still had no better sense to herself than knowing what was good for her own safety. a soft kiss was placed onto his cheek as she got up again, trying to get out all of the wires to the bite. sujin had learnt to cut wires to a car as a child, so this would be easy. the challenge would be to keep both her and yoochan onto the bike without it tipping over. “red-handed?” she asked, her brows quirking while she was searching around for something to cut the wires with. she was confused. she did not understand what he was saying. “what did you do?” now she knew that there had been something up, but soon she saw him falling unconcious and she ran over to him, sighing as her palms hit his cheeks, there was no return for it now. he needed a doctor. his blood loss was all too big already. 

it took almost all of her collected strength to pull the bike over to him, but the struggles did not end there, and she had to pause for a moment to think about the options she had. to be frank - none of this looked too bright at the moment. but she did not like what would happen if she just left him like that, as well.

she is not sure how she did it, but somehow, she managed to start the bike and get yoochan onto it, and then herself on it in front of him. she made sure his body was resting onto hers and he was sitting securely in the manners when she drove out from the same way she game. only turning up the speed when she saw some of the less impactful gangmembers follow along.

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daysg0neby·:

he  had  ran  almost all  the  way  from  the  other  end  of  the  neaighbourhood,  having to  tell  an  adult  about  what  he  had  overheard. accidentally.  at  first, he  was  convinced to  never  tell  anyone  but  the  more  he  thought, the  more  he  knew  who  was  the  right  person to  turn  to.  “  deul  hyung!  ”  he  roared and  came  to  a  stop  near  the  other  male,  but  then  bent  over,  hands  on  his  knees  as  he  tried  to  catch  his  breath.  seeing   how  the  leader, the  guy  he  truly  admired and  respected,  had  told  the  other  guys  to  leave  them  alone, eddy  finally  straightened   his  posture.  “  i’m  not  sure  who  it  was,  i  only  heard  voices, but  they  spoke  of  some  package  –  drugs  i  assume?  it  will  be  hidden  in  the  abandoned factory  down  the  old  town  road.  ”  a  small  pause  followed, he  finally  looked deul  in  the  eyes.  in  his,  one  could  clearly see  the  fear  because  this  information  could  cost  him  his  life,  if  it  was  in  the  wrong  hands.  “  i  think  it  might  have  been  sangmin  and  …  someone else.  ” / @scftpastels·

⸰  ♡ ❛       his name was called out, almost a tad bit unexpectedly, but it brought deuls attention from the motors and bikes to the male running towards him, a small smile peering over the corner of his lips, pleased to have someone checking up on things while he was running the errands that could not be trusted to anyone else. “come.” one hand placed on the males shoulder as he lead the male off, so they could talk without being disturbed - and without having anyone else hearing what they would be discussing behind the curtains. “sangmin..” deul muttered between his gritted teeth, that man would make deul’s hair get grey long before it was supposed to. he pulled for a deep sigh. “i am not surprised, but promise me you won’t go and check. i will bring some guys and i will have a look, too. this will be sangmins third cross-over if he does something. one more and it’s bad for us all.”

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yoochan  was  silent  for  a  while  after  hearing   that  information  from  siwoo.  as  much  as  his  hatred  for  gangs  in  general  was  holding  him  captive,  he  could  tell  the  two  brothers  were  really  trying   to  make  their  community  safe,  unlike  his  current  ‘ home ’  and  the  fellow  ghoulies, who  only  cared  for  other  things.  he  was  a  little  nervous   to  ask  where  siwoo  stood  with  the  serpents  –  was  he  still  one  to  wish  to  report   them  and  their  past  crimes, or  was  he  attached  to  them  now  that  he  was  seeing  light  at  the  end  of  the  tunnel. “  they  did?  ”  he  mumbled,  becoming a  tad  bit  more  serious  now.  siwoo  was  right  and  both  of  them  knew  it  well.  yoochan  thought   that  nothing  could  happen  to  him,  as  long  as  he  did  all  the  dirty  jobs  he  was  given.  after  all,  he’s  just  doing  it  to  collect  information and  help  the  police.  “ every  gang  has  one  of  these. guess  i‘m  that  member  in  this  case.  and  i’m  quite  sure  they  are  sending  me  on  purpose. they  know  a  lot  more  than  you  think. ”  a  nonchalant  shrug  followed  by  yet  another  sip  from  his  cup.  “ if  deul  doesn’t  give  in,  yeol  is  the  next  target. ”

⸰  ♡ ❛       there had been moments when siwoo was worried about yoochan, he knew he was safe where he was - the serpents were more like family than the ghoulies ever would treat one for. of course, the betrayal of sending someone off to the police would be the meaning of something else, but maybe siwoo never would be ratting out on the serpents. maybe he was becoming a little bit too into the gang mentality they had. he had never really had a family of that sort, hence this meant a lot more to him than words could describe. he fell silent for a moment, taking in the words that had been spoken, contemplating them all and considering every single thing. “they all have a goat, someone they can bait to the enemy. i am sorry, bro, but it does seem like you’re it.” he sighed, he would mention this to the police next time they met up, as this could compromise yoochan’s situation, a lot. as for his connection with sujin, that would siwoo not touch upon. “what would they do to yeol?”

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he  gladly  accepted  the  pudding  cup,  twirling  the  plastic  spoon  that  came  with  it  between  his  fingers  while  nodding  in  understanding  to  the  female’s  words.  “  i  understand  that,  it’s  just  what  you  have  to  do.  i’m  definitely  not  prone  to  self-harming.  ”  he  looked up  at  her  and  then  shook  his  head.  his  parents  were  quite  the  busy  bee  type  of  people,  and  his  sister  was  probbaly  asleep  at  this  hour. upon  her  following  words,  hayden  moved  to  the  side  a  little,  making   more  room  beside  him  for  her  to  sit.  “ you  should.  are  night  shifts crazy?  or  is  it  a  variation  every  time. ”  he  pondered, proceeding  to  scoop  from  the  pudding  yet  the  plastic spoon  broke  off;  a  tiny  piece  made  it  to  his  cheek, causing  surprise,  one  half  stuck  into  the  pudding  and  the  other  remained  in  his  hand  still. there  was  a  moment  of  utter  silence  with  nothing  but  static  noise  until  he  broke  into  a  fit  of  laughter.

⸰  ♡ ❛       she noted it down, of course she was obligated to ask whether or not he was prone to things. it was a part of the policy, even though she had not seen any signs of it. the scarrings he was carrying was also nothing of that sort. just true bad luck. “how do you always end up in the emergency room? i’m quite curious. and what did you do today?” she chuckled, sitting down by the spare bed besides is, one leg crossing over the other as she was ready to hear his entire story about what had brought him here this fine afternoon. she leaned over to check the papers beside his bed, reading up on what was saying about him. “ah-- do you feel funky now? they gave you a high dosage of painkillers.”

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feeling a  certain  weight  at  his  arm,  jiseok   tilted  his  head  to  the  side  to  look  at  his  younger  sister,  eyes  squinted  when  he  realized  what  she  was  signing.  of  course,  she  would  want  to  try  –  who  wouldn’t? it  caused  the  chef  to  laugh  out  loud,  but  eventually  he  did  cut  a  piece  of  the  ham  for  jisoo  to  try,  feeding  her  it  himself. it  was  a  matter of  seconds  until  he  cut  one  for  himself  and  proceeded  to  taste  is  as  well.  with  a  few  nods  of  his  head,  he  pulled  a  thumb  up  yet  giving   her  a  questioning look.  ‘ good? ’

⸰  ♡ ❛       she took a bite, small nibbles along the corner before she put the entire piece into her mouth. having grown up with a chef for a brother, jisoo had grown up with refined tastebuds, she knew exactly when something tasted well and when something was not. although now, she prolonged the examination of the piece, chewing slowly while furrowing her eyebrows, to make sure her brother was kept on his toes for long enough before she finally gave her statement, a nod on the head followed and she threw him her thumbs up. ‘ really good, you have to keep this recipe to yourself or else someone migh steal it. ‘

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why was deul like this? why would he throw himself to the sharks, knowing well enough how sharp their teeth were and a single bite would cause bleeding to death. not that yeol was much different than that though – the same blood is running through their veins, after all. “ yet. ” he repeated through gritted teeth, tilting his head to the side. but the following words caused him to snort. deul was rgiht about that one. “ yoochan might have reasons to come over so often – ” yeol paused, eyes shifting away from deul for a brief moment before their gazes could meet again. “ aside from the obvious one … he may want to become a serpent. ” sarcasm dripped heavily from his words, obviously he wasn’t serious but hey – that was still possible. “ that i’d like to see – but i don’t think anyone could fall into his schemes, given we all know he’s a ghoulie. ”

⸰  ♡ ❛       what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, and for deul, he believed that the things eh had been through for the past .. years or so, had definitely made him stronger. somewhere between his father being arrested and him having found his brother, he had grown up and become a man sujin always was whining for him to become. and albeit all that, he knew his brother was judging. for sure, yeol had become a bigger and better person as of lately. but anything could happen that would change it. “why would he even want to become a serpent?” voice full of disgust and mouth filled with distaste as he pondered over what seemed so obvious. sujin was there, but was yoochan the type to go somewhere for a girl? and would he even be accepted in the serpent’s gang. “he is a snake, and snakes will remain snakes.” how ironic, coming from a serpent. 

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she clearly didn’t understand the concept of being in debt to an organization of that sort. banks nowadays wouldn’t take even your home, would extend the period, lessen taxes and so on but nicolas wasn’t a banker. if you can’t pay one debt, you should stop playing around more. most of the money he’s never gotten back are like a few drops out of an entire ocean. but he wanted to punish those who lied. but it was pathetic, the way she offered her belongings – ones that have no price at all. and her father brought her to her knees - figuratively speaking – what kind of parent does that? ( though, nicolas wasn’t the right example for others to point at and tell his family was perfect; they were far from it ). 

he chuckled and turned on his heels after gesturing for martin and the others to go on with the plan, and began walking towards the door, the heavy french accent in the woman’s speech being rather amusing. but he was truly taken aback at her following words. it caused the man to stop and look over his shoulder, dead serious yet surprise still somewhat showing. “ very well then. ” he nodded once and just with a glance towards his men, was the man finally released from their deadly grips and she was taken instead.

⸰  ♡ ❛      she had read about the heroines in books. those who sacrificed themselves to save the people they loved and cared for, the heroines she wished to be always, but the reality of them always seemed to be so far away. but this was no book, this was reality, and she knew for certain that the reality could be far more different than what was presented in the books. and she knew that this time around there would be no prince that could come to her rescue, and she would be stuck with a b e a s t for eternity. or at least, until she was sure that her debt was paid off. however she would do that. for all she knew, he could sell her to the highest bidder on the black market. 

belle had the mildest moment of regret when she saw the smirk, but when she saw her father making very little protest other than yelling at her for being stupid, she knew that she had taken the right decision and got up on her feet - by force that is. big, strong hands circled around her slim arms at the moment and she yelled, making a little bit of fight, but nothing that was too bad. 

once she was led to the car, dark windows and black car, this looked exactly like a kidnappers move, she sat down next to the man, her knees briefly touching his. “what will you do with me?”

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with  the  bottle  no  longer  in  his  grip,  but  rested  on  the  tabletop, yoochan  rested  his  arms  over  it  too.  his  gaze  locked  with  that  of  sujin’s.  “ i  just  have  nowhere  else  to  go. ”  that  wasn’t  really  a  lie,  compared  to  other  things  this  lying  mouth  of  his  had  uttered. lies  that  everyone blindly  believed  in.  the  pause  that  intervened  was  long  yet  delicate.  it  looked  like  she  was  trying  to  get  inside his  head,  both  figuratively  and  literally.  only  with  the  narrowing  of  her  eyes  did  his  lips  twitch  and  a  small  smirk  graced  his  features.  being  around  her  was  far  more  entertaining that  anything  else  he’s  done  so  far.  even  the  aches  he  felt  earlier seemed  to  have  been  dulled  as  he  just  enjoyed  the  moment.

once  the  silence  was  interrupted  by  that  honey-like  voice  of  hers,  yoochan  sighed  softly  and  listened  to  her  words. for  such  a  young  girl,  she  knew  a  lot  more  than  most.  maybe  because  of  how  things had  happened  for  her  family –  yoochan  dared  to  dig  a  little  more  about  her  and  her  oh  so  loving  brothers. “ i  can’t  disagree  with  that.  leaders  are  needed  to  –  as  you  said  –  keep  the  control or  …  do  the  opposite. ”  it  was  his  turn  to  shrug  now.  god,  just  how  he  hated  hearing  about  those  two.  “ but  serpents  have  never  been  as  bad  as  the  ghoulies.  i  know  enough  about  the  serpents and  you,  i  believe,  know  enough  about  us.  so  i  don’t  have  to  lecture  you  on  how  things  are  done. ”  he  wanted  to  win  the  staring  contest  but  all  he  did  was  lose,  averting  his  gaze  from  hers.  “  maybe  one  day  i  will  quit  all  that  bullshit.  ”  he  let  out  a  laugh.

⸰  ♡ ❛       she was listening to his words, hearing how he was explaining himself, but a part of her did not understand. maybe he was in debt to them? not merely the emotional debt but actual debt and he had to pay it off, she was not sure. but it was the only thing that seemed to make sense to the girl at the time being. “you could come here.” that was easier said than done. the half ghoulie, half serpent would never understand how difficult it was to switch clans, some what the same as switching a religion, you would have to change your beliefs and the way you see things. “we don’t belong to regular society, i have never been in a regular school like my brothers have for that reason. we are not like others and we don’t fit in anywhere else, but here. and yoochan, i know you would fit in here, too.” she spoke with firm words, looking at him as she got up, only to sit down on his lap.

straddling his lap, with one of her long legs on each side of him and her arms wrapped around her neck. if her words could not convince him to change sides, if he was just not as emotionally attached to her as she was to him, maybe he would give in to her body. “please..” she whispered, her lips sensually brushing over his, letting them butterfly over his for the shortest moment before she pulled away-- only giving him a taste of what he could have. getting up from his lap and sat down on her own seat again, her shoulders shrugging. “but of course, you do you.”

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daysg0neby·:

valentine’s  day  –  absolutely   foreign  to  the  young  man,  given  he’s  never  had  a  significant  relationship,  nor  was  he  ever  interested  until  now.  with  past  events  that  seemed  to  be  a  turning  point  in  his  life,  he  had  become  a  little  more  honest  with  himself  and  his  feelings. especially  what  he  feels  for  sujin.  cue  the  single red  rose  he  had  gotten   for  her,  and  a  bracelet   he  thought  she  might  like.  truth  is,  he  had  a  lot  more  to  learn  about  her  but  to  let  the  opportunity slide  and  not  show  his  true  feelings was  not  an  option.  “ hey. ”  boldly  walking   towards  the  girl,  yoochan  greeted her  with  a  charming  smile  before  holding  out  to  her  the  flower and  the  small  white  box  decorated with  a  red  ribbon  at  the  top.  “ happy  valentine’s  day,  sujin. ”  / @scftpastels·.

⸰  ♡ ❛       she had never been one for big romantic gestures, although her brother would always lend her books with a romantic flair, she had never really understood them. it was not until she saw yoochan walk up towards her as of that day, he seemed a little bit more washed up than he usually did. or if it was the rose that did the trick and caused her to look a little bit extra at him. “hey there, going somewhere?” she asked, mostly teasing him about his brand new demeanor. but as he handed her the rose and the box, she could not help but smile, it had completley passed her what day it was as of today, she had not been able to grasp that idea of her mind. she opened the box with the bracelet inside and was cauge in awe, arms quickly locking around his neck and she pressed a long kiss to his lips, she did no longer care who would see them and who would not. “happy valentine’s day, yoochan.” she swallowed her words, she had not been saying them since that day she had been crying out in panic, believing he would be dead the next. in some miracle, he had survived. and she felt as if now would be the perfect time to say it once more. “i love you.”

[daysg0nebya]

“so you feel like you owe them your life because they saved yours? that is… fucked up.” 

             I AM FUCKED UP.

my brain is a one way train and i’m about to ride it out. octane running through these veins, burning all my fears down. today, ya the cycle breaks – it’s time to change the rules now. HERE I GO. adrenaline, ya it’s like a drug – the more you taste, can’t get enough. can you feel the rush? taking over all your sense. can you feel the rush? breaking down all your defenses. can you feel the rush? racing with no consequences. can you feel the rush? can you feel it?

“you are far too good for running their dirty business.”

“ honestly, we’re all too good to bow down and be somewhat dependednt on our garbage leaders but that’s how we were told to live, and so we do. ”

insane because i love the way when my pulse races double-time. the fast lane never could contain, got my heartbeat into overdrive. today, ya the cycle breaks – it’s time to change the rules now. HERE I GO. adrenaline, ya it’s like a drug – the more you taste, can’t get enough. can you feel the rush? taking over all your sense. can you feel the rush? breaking down all your defenses. can you feel the rush? racing with no consequences. can you feel the rush? can you feel it?

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“  hey,  shithead  –  ”  sangmin  called  after  siwoo.  there  has  been  something  going  on,  and  he’d  be  damned  if  he  didn’t  find  out  what  it  was.  he  was  the  epitome  of  ‘ serpent ’  because  vemon  dripped  from  his  words  and  biting  was  his  hobby.  and  while  the  two  naive  brothers  played  leaders,  sangmin  stood  in  the  shadows,  not  wanting  to  clash  with  them  yet, so  he  observed  in  silence.  to  the  others,  siwoo  might  have  seemed  as  yet  another  lost  child,  needing  their  protection.  but  to  him  the  younger  seemed  way  too  suspicios.  he  met  a  member  from  a  rival  gang  way  too  often.  he  was  going  off  on  his  own  somewhere.  only  if  sangmin  had  made  it  his  mission  to  follow  him  earlier!

“  where  are  you  coming  from?  you  look  a  little  nervous  …  stiff?  ”  he  spoke  nonchalantly  yet  his  gaze  was  piercing.  if  looks  could  kill,  siwoo  would  have  been  a  corpse  by  now,  thrown  in  a  ditch.  the  smile  that  crept  up  the  man’s  lips  wasn’t  nearly  as  nice  to  witness  as  one  could  think.  it  was  wicked,  it  showed  he  was  up  to  no  good. / @scftpastels·.

⸰  ♡ ❛       he knew that the male was trying to make him out of balance. siwoo was not sure what had given him off as something suspicious to sangmin, but he seemed to be the bullies latest target, especially since sujin had been kicking him for even giving the mere attempt of trying something there. he must have been folish there. he turned around to the male as he was looking, his same sheepish and possibly stupid grin was plastered over his facial features. he had just been speaking with yoochan of the ghoilies, and they had been having their weekly meeting with the police, so he had to quickly come up with a good lie for them. “i have uh--” he paused for a moment as the male seemed to comment upon his looks, shaking his head. “i am not nervous the least!” he was not, he tended to not get nervous in situations like these before, but the looks of this male, they were deadly to say the least. 

“i have just been out. yeol wanted me to check the temperature of the ghoulies and i met that dude that sujin hangs out with.” he nodded his head, trying to be as easy about it as possible. damn, they sure were not doing his job easy. 

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he   had  learned  that  playing  with  fire  seems  fun  but  the  burns  are  like  permanent,  nothing  helps  against  that  pain.  as  much  as  he  thought   he  was  done  playing   around,  that  he  was  putting   himself  back  on  track  and  focusing  on  his  mission,  yoochan  seemed  to  fail  that  over  and  over.  indeed,   it  was  hard  to  move  on,  especially  when  his  heart  was  telling   him  he  had  to  go  back,  talk  to  sujin.   but  maybe  he  had  to  finally  come  to  terms  with  himself  and  waht  he  felt  before  he  went  to  her.  being  lightheaded caused  him  to  get  caught.  someone,  somehow,   found  out  who  ma  yoochan   really  was  –  not  the  guy  he  pretended  to  be  but  a  guy  working  for  the  police.   the  fear  of  getting  caught  –  one  that  had  been  nestling deep  within  him  for  the  longest  time  –  had  finally  surfaced  and  took  the  better  of  him.  like  a  deer  in  headlights,  he  couldn’t  escape  his  fate  once  the  ghoulies   caught  him.

he  remembered  being  dragged to  the  usual  place  he  would  hang  out,  a  space-y  storage room.  then  followed  the  questions  to  which  he  didn’t  answer,  causing   anger  to  spill  in  the  form  of  words  and  physical  punishment.  punched in  the  face.  punched  in  the  guts.  something  hard,  possibly  a  bat,  had  striken  him  far  too  many  times.  when  fallen  to  the  ground, a  kick  in  the  stomach took  all  of  the  air  from  his  lungs.   he  was  wheezing, needing  air  yet  it  was  painful  to  breathe.  perhaps,   the  immerse  pain  they  caused him  was  how  he  fell  unconscious.  

god knows  how  long  it  was;  hours?  days?  weeks?  either way,  to  yoochan it  felt  as  though  it  was  eternity  as  he  could  smell  the  stench  that  lingered  in  the  room,  the  iron  taste  in  his  mouth.   he  was  weak  and  he  could  barely lift  his  head,  leave  alone  keep  his  eyelids  open.  especially  with  his  wrists and  ankles  being  tied  together,  binding  him  to  a  chair.  though,  the  familiar voice  stirred  some  hope  inside   him.  but  for  a  moment, yoochan  thought  he  was  dying  and  he  was  seeing   things.  it  was  sad.  really sad.  though,  her  scent  and  warmth  proved  that  she  was  there, physically  present  and  not  an  illusion  of  his  mind.  his  lips  parted  and  he  could  only  utter  her  name  before  his  head  hung  low.  you  should  not   be  here,  sujin.

⸰  ♡ ❛       she was unsure on what to do. this was not exactly the kind of thing she had expected to be greeted by, she had wished she could just have slapped across his face and then they would have kissed and things would have been alright again. but this, she did not really know how to operate around these things. she looked out from the opening to the storage room again, the ghoulies were starting to gang up around the campfire. there was no chance that her and yoochan would be able to make it out of there alive. she got back to him again, her hand holding onto his as tears were rushing down over her cheeks, she had not even realised that she was crying. “listen here, yoochan, you are not going to die here. you stay alive.” she whispered to him. “i will figure this out.” she would figure this out, she breathed to herself, her free hand brushing away the loose streaks of hair from his forehead. would they really be able to get out of there? 

she took a pause, a moment to think, there were a few motorbikes in the storage room, if the ghoulies were anything like the serpents they never removed the keys from the bikes. sujin thought of the idea for a second. her father had taught her how to drive one but deul and yeol had never let her explore the possibility of her driving one even further after that. she would have to do it now. she headed over to the motorbikes and -- bingo they had left their keys as well, now her next mission would be to have yoochan moved from that, and him to have the power to hold onto her. she headed back to the chair where the lifeless man was sitting, untying his ropes on his hands. “what did you do to end up here?”

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* / @daysg0neby​ & yoochan is receiving a starter

⸰  ♡ ❛       he should have known better than fighting with her, he should have also known better than fighting her. he should have also known better than toying with her emotions. but why was it so damn hard for her to just move on? he had said he did not want anything to do with her anymore, that it was the best for her if she just backed off and let him live his life the way he wanted and desired to do. and she had planned to let him, but there had been almost a week and there had been no word from him. a little bit disappointing she must say, and after a frustrating conversation with her dear friend rena, a fellow serpent, she knew what she had to do, and it was to go there. 

the ghoulies camp was so different from the serpents one. she knew she was no longer welcomed there, and yet she walked in like nothing had changed. the old men simply sipping on a beer while letting her pass by, dogs growled but nothing happened. something was wrong, and she was sure of it. there was a storage room behind all the caravans and containers, the ghoulies did not use it a lot anymore, she had remembered it quite well, and so she entered it, her and yoochan had used it at times when they had been feeling a little bit more adventurous, so it was a common place for him to be at, she had figured, although the sight she was greeted with was nothing of the one she had been seeing ever before. he was tied to a chair, barely breathing, and the blood that covered him was dried, she rushed over to him, her cheeks covering his face and she was trying to see if there was any life left inside the man. he was breathing, but weakly. “yoochan, what the fuck have they done to you?” she whispered. 

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“ kids… ” he repeated the word, which brought him back to the disgusting reality that he lived in every single day. he had a lot information to yet report to the police, something fresh out the box. “ they use teenagers, delinquents like …” us. but he didn’t finish the sentence, only looked away for a moment before taking a sip from his warm drink. deul really had a knack for investigating and yoochan despised that so much, fearing one day he will be caught with his hands down the cookie jar. especially because he’s playing a rather dangerous game with the serpents. “ they will … most likely send me – no surprise, right? the bridge over the river would be where they start and they would go through – a forest path. ooh, a little risky but only cowords would say no to this. ” he flashed a smile at siwoo, wondering whether he caught him putting on the mask of the ghoulie he supposedly was.

⸰  ♡ ❛       the way the other man grinned had siwoo complying and doing just the same thing. a rather boyish and childish smile appeared, displaying his teeth that only had him look even more child’s like. and probably that was the only doubtful thing about him being a serpent -- he basically looked like ten. he nodded his head, he knew how the finished sentence would look like. teenage criminals, people who ended up on the wrong side of the law a little bit too fast, everyone would take advantage of that. “i saw that deul and yeol kicked out two members for drug usage the other day. i think they are really trying to clean up.” he sighed, biting onto his thumb nail whilst his brows furrowed in thought, he did not like the idea of yoochan being put as some kind of bait. “they really use you to feed the wolves, huh? you are not too popular amongst the serpents because of sujin. and i assume ghoulies know it.”

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@ofpearlsxgods·

Her voice would follow him wherever he went. When he slept,when he went out with Jiyeon, when he worked. There wasn’t a moment when Seojundidn’t hear that sweet, gentle of hers. It was its sweetness that drove the mutantealmost crazy with anger. He was not angry at her, not anymore (what was thepoint, when she was not there?); he was angry at himself because he refused tolet go of her, of her memory. His self-made Hell. He had done and said so muchin his life already that he considered this the price to pay. But had he beenleading such a deceiving, awful life that fate, or whatever, felt the need totake away one of the good things he had found?

Itwas not fate who took her, it was she who chose to leave.

Please, Seojun, stop walking.

Seojun halted, the air surrounding himturning colder, little crystals of ice swirling around the ends of his whitehair. His name echoed again and the mutant closed his eyes. This was not fair.How many times did he cal her name with no answer? How many times did he beg tohave her back? How many times did he wished, with all his might, to hold her inhis arms again? Too many fuckingtimes. Yet all she needed was to cal his name once, twice, three times, becausethere was no doubt that this was her. Not a ghost, not a memory. Just Maya.

He didn’t turn back. But he didn’t resumeto walking away either. Instead, Seojun glanced over his shoulder in herdirection, brown eyes lit icy blue.

⸰  ♡ ❛       she knew that she should not have any kind of say in what he was doing. if he stopped his steps or not. her loyality to him had been down prioritised to avenge someone’s death. someone who was not around, and the only reason she did not try to communicate with him was the fact that she was certain he would have stopped her. 

he stopped walking, she saw his eyes turning blue and she knew that this was where she should be stepping away, that this was where she would be hiding away. but she did not. instead she swallowed and began talking. 

“there was a rebellion in my country, i had to stay there. they killed my father, a highly appraised noble and politician. and i had to do something about it. i could not sit here while they were murdering my family. and i knew you would have stopped me. and i know that i should have told you, i know that i should not have just disappered. but i did. and i am sorry for that. but i miss you, so incredibly much. and i love you even more than that. and i hope that somewhere, in your heart. you can find forgiveness.” 

she sighed once she had finished speaking, she waited for a moment. for a response, or something. but she soon changed her mind, realising that he probably did not want to see her face now, so she turned her steps. 

“you know where to find me, i will sleep in the studio until nathan solves my apartment issues...”