#advchaeyoung

[advxjennie-blog]

the fool reversed: kjn&pcy!

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Jennie had been searching for moderators for her games ever since that one time it went bad. The memory is etched in her mind like an insistent ulcer on the roof of one’s tongue that feels like it would never heal: that one time when her gamers decided it would be better to work together and not kill each other like she ordered by the time those twenty minutes were over. (What is this, some Disney movie?) As always, Jennie had called the cops to leave an anonymous tip that there was a mass murder occurring prior to starting her games, and so she had been sorely humiliated when the cops came to the scene of crime to find that no one had died. She still remembers how her gamers were escorted to the police station to make a statement, and it has since bitten her in the ass, because now the police know that it’s a hacker behind those mass murders, not one deranged, bloodthirsty member of society.

Ever since then, she’s had to be extra careful when hosting her games.

So needless to say, she’s been desperate to find a moderator to kill her gamers off in case they ever again decide to get smart with her and work together. She’s tried looking for a few moderators—one of them is a little too bloodthirsty, and the other too uncontrollable—but none of them are a perfect fit. That is, until now, she thinks as she hops her way to this café she’s been to only once before. (And what an experience that was: she really hopes this Jisoo guy isn’t working today. Even now, she hesitates in her step before pushing the door open just because of him. Her smile dims just slightly; he is and forever will be a thorn at her side.)

She makes a beeline for the tarot card reading. Jennie doesn’t really believe in all of this—she’s not superstitious, really—but she supposes it’s a bit of fun. Plus, she thinks as the girl’s form is the first thing that greets her upon entering the booth, her new moderator is here, across the table, wasting her potential reading measly cards.

Park Chaeyoung is born to a family of assassins, and if there’s anything Jennie knows about that profession, it’s that they kill efficiently without asking questions, as long as they get paid a fine sum in the end. And due to her games, Jennie is never short of money. So really, this arrangement is perfect.

(For now, though, she’ll entertain the latter. Get to know her a little; kind of like doing a job interview in which Chaeyoung is the interviewee and her, the interviewer, though she already knows the job is Chaeyoung’s even before the latter opens her mouth to speak.)

“Hello, hello!” she says joyfully, unable to contain her excitement, “what do the cards have in store for me this fine lifetime?”

And then she plops on the seat and leans forward, the impossibly large grin on her lips only getting wider.

[advxhyejin-blog]

fishes in the sea (past)

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It was summer, but more importantly it was summer vacation. Even better was that the heat was blistering, the sun was high in the sky, and it felt like the very epitome of summer for Hyejin, and even if the young girl was sweating buckets as she skipped down the dirt-trodden road this was exactly how she liked to spend her vacations.

There was still a pile of homework and reading that she needed to do before the vacation ended, but that was fine. As long as she managed to scribble down some words and answers before she dragged herself back to school, it would work out somehow. She almost preferred to have homework sitting on her desk as she went out to the pier with her fishing gear. Being the small child that she was, Hyejin was forced to tug along a wagon filled with her bait and other provisions, but she rather liked it actually. It made bringing her things easier, and if she closed her eyes and continued to trail down the road she could pretend she was bringing along a dog and not a bright red wagon filled with fishing supplies.

She’d begun humming a song by the time she arrived at the pier, and brown eyes squinted at the white light that bounced off the rolling waves. There were less than a handful of regulars also fishing at the pier, and as they took in the child’s young form gave her a knowing nod before staring back out toward the ocean. Hyejin returned the nods with excited arm waves, and then noisily pulled her wagon to the first empty spot she saw.

For anyone who was not part of the village, they surely must have thought it peculiar to see a short-haired girl skillfully tying the bait to a fishing hook and tossing the string out to sea all on her own.

[advseulgi-blog]

Seek the dark backdrop behind the stars

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Seulgi loved and yet feared the dark.

On one hand, the dark hid her, and as a predator, Seulgi took solace in its wispy clutches, wrapping it around her like a lifeline. It slithered its poison and its affection around her body lovingly, bit by bit, until Seulgi’s senses were consumed, its tendrils reaching deep into her throat, rendering even the tender flesh of her heart a deep, hollow black. (Wasn’t it black enough already?)

Like a parent, it was always present, its presence both comforting and suffocating, its omnipresent hands reaching out to guide her knife and yet also simultaneously to obstruct. Oh yes, it is for this reason that Seulgi both worshiped and loathed the dark, hesitantly reaching out for it like a lost child to its mother, and yet so afraid of retribution.

(As the darkness encroached on the soul, Seulgi wonders if this terrifying abyss was something that even her monster of a mother saw, too. Heh.)

Yes, the dark was often the motherly hand on the trembling jugular, and Seulgi gleefully used it to hunt and destroy. But even so, it seemed that the best of us forget that darkness does not care for friend nor foe, stranger nor child, predator nor prey.

The darkness takes no willing prisoners.

And oh, on the other hand, the dark was so thick, so suffocating, and sometimes, it cruelly reached out only to blunt Seulgi’s fangs, leaving her vulnerable and blind. (Ah, look, all mothers are the same – they give birth to you only hurt you until you bleed no more.)

The abyss was what Seulgi felt in her soul when the girl approached, her footsteps light and her smile like the deepest depths of a black hole.

Seulgi knew enough of the dark to see it in the girl’s eyes.

Suddenly, as if seized by a frenzy, Seulgi wanted nothing more than to gauge those eyes out of her head, if only just to get away from the inky blackness.

“What’re you looking at, girl?” Seulgi murmured, her senses on high alert, as if to inform her that she was standing in front of another predator. (But that’s impossible. Seulgi’s superior, she must be.)

And so, as she eyed the enigmatic smile upon the girl’s face, Seulgi swathed and hid her wariness behind her barred teeth, ready at a moment’s notice to pounce.