#* discord.

[betraeyer]

i’m funnier here, bellsprout#4585

[fcxjunhee]

{` in amidst of the shouts and confusion, you hear a cry as clear as day — upon looking on the ground you spot a small child in tears, without a single thought you head toward her and shove away another to scoop her up in your arms — despite the disarray you hear a low rumbling that gradually increases in volume; a low shout is the only warning before crashes can be heard and you turn just in time to see the building to the left crumbling and tilting forward toward the two of you }

(* the noise of calamity, each and every single noise is pestering junhee, she’s bemused— lost in a crowd and doesn’t know what in god’s name is going on, excitement? [no-fucking-way.] a child? the moment she realizes there’s a small child from a far distance, weeping and wailing— assuming it had been abandoned or most likely, her parents could have lost her, junhee instinctively rushes in without any symptoms of hesitation, kneeling down to pick the poor thing up )

eto.. ittai nani o? kuso..

(* curses in her native language quietly out of impulse and her very reaction [it’s not usual for her to curse but might as well go with it, it was this drastic and eye-opening.], junhee stands up, cradling the baby in her arms— she sang a snippet of a lullaby to ease the baby’s mood down and relax her but even with her attempt, nothing was going in the right direction, though, how could it with such a catastrophe? )

(* there was that distinctive noise— deep and petrifying as it becomes louder and louder each and every single second that’s passing by, if the screams going around weren’t suffice at all [then hell may already be with her.] )

gomenasai..

the shout— take it as a warning or so meet your death and this soul, thank yourself if you kill her. you’ve become a murderer, junhee.

(* though, the shout was hard to be heard amongst the other noises that had overrode it ; heaves a hazy sigh, junhee couldn’t let the baby’s soul wither and enter the astral plane [possibly haunting her for the rest of her life if she weren’t to save the child and moreover, she’d be the scapegoat for the death of an innocent one], all the thoughts are haunting her but [thank god], she steps out of the terrain or more precisely— almost got out prior to the building fully reaching her, the baby’s made its way out and when junhee looks up, there’s the mum picking it up in her arms [only to assume through the relieved smile plastered on her face, the tears streaming down on her cheeks] prior to running away, however for the young, naive girl, she had been on the ground where she wasn’t completely killed but stacks of debris had landed on her tiny, fragile body )

ittai..

(* the pain, it can’t subside anytime soon and junhee knows she shouldn’t cry over it like a baby, she’s not a weak girl anymore or so thought of herself to be— being a beginner shouldn’t have to label or mark her strength, experience lets you grow— let the bud blossom into a rose [but it was a rather slow process for this girl], the inevitable, her tears are brimming and she tries to move her body even if it was just an inch but she really can’t move, the pain only gets much worse than she’d imagined it to be )

mai oneechan, junhong oniichan, dara.. senpai? hyuna? hoya? dumb cousin?

(* finds herself calling names of important people to her, ones whom she cherished the most, but she shouldn’t expect them at a time like this, it’s not like they could literally babysit her all the time ; suddenly, her senses were shutting down on her, her body really couldn’t handle this pain and wasn’t ready to— just not yet )