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rough touch

X - my muse pins yours to the ground

some days are nothing more than reminders that he has no real control over his fate and those days do nothing but kill him - he’s wound up and lethargic, looks into pretty faces and sees death, death, death. it’s a thing that can’t be changed but we try anyway - what else is there to do?

today is special because the mood does not limit itself to jongin; it spreads. he inadvertently makes someone angry and now he’s kind of getting beaten up. “kind of” not because he isn’t already beaten but because he has a feeling it can get worse and probably will.

it is only when nervous sweat begins to mix with blood that he’s had enough, remembers that he’s blessed, superior by birth and nature. he looks the intimidating girl in the eyes and stands up, with great effort.

it takes even more out of him to bring her down into the same position he was in. she fights back with vehemence. he doesn’t know how long he can stay like this, but it’ll be worth it. god will be heard even if no one wants to listen.

#sorry bc this is late and sorry bc i cant write fight scenes for shit #choiris #vis-a-vis

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➤ ( # 27 : Your muse delivers beatings to mine. ) current status: accepting.

Nothing was making sense. Nothing was normal. Nothing was sane.

Broken, bruised, baffled, all could be words to describe the current sum of mixed emotions she felt. Why would Iris causing such an obstruction? Why of all people was she getting the pain inflicted on her? It was quite overwhelming, and for the first time in a long while, she cried. Tears carelessly fell down her burning cheeks, the blackness of her makeup making her look even more lifeless.

For the past twenty-five minutes she had been kicked around, shoved, slapped, punched, her body degraded in every form possible. And for what avail? Because the other girl supposedly had a bad day? Bullshit. Friends didn’t treat each other this way, they’d describe the bad affects of their day, not beat their frustration out on an innocent soul.

It got to the point she didn’t want to move anymore, it was hard to move. The limbs in her body felt weak, and each time she attempted to avoid another incoming threat of infliction it was no use– she was too slow, too weak, too saddened to put in a great effort. No one else was home, and it had just been the pair in the once clean and organized room. Furniture had moved positions, a few cups fell of a table and broke, paper scattered everywhere– it seemed as if no matter how loud she screamed or the noise of things falling caught failed to catch anyone’s attention. Not a single neighbor attempted to come over and ask them to bring the volume down, or see what the troubles were. She was all alone, stuck in a room with a madwoman. There was no one, she was no one.

#existence.#: games.#choiris #[ wow she cried. this is a v rare thing.

[text] you traded sex for a burrito?

( **sms** ) no, it was a pizza :^) ( **sms** ) it was some real great pizza.

#choiris #`a.

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➤ ( # 109 / I haven’t forgotten about you. ) current status: accepting.

There was little time for herself, let alone extending out and making sure her friend circle had all had a dosage of her company, and she honestly felt bad for being a bit more selective to some than others– but wasn’t everyone like that? Nevertheless, the text on her screen full of frowny emojis was basically code for you’re in trouble for not talking to me lately, and she knew it was up to her to remind the other gal the importance she had in her life, even if it was rarely shown.

Two cups of coffee, and a grocery bag full of snacks occupied all of the availability in her hands which made it nearly impossible to properly knock on the door; resulting in a firm few kicks to the lower region on the barricade to take place. She wasn’t one for making a ruckus, but it was either be a little loud or someone wasn’t going to receive their drink as it would end up spilling all over her instead.

❝ Yah, Choi Iris! I haven’t forgotten about you, and if you don’t open the door I’m going to start singing the Goo Goo Dolls right here in the hallway!

#existence.#: games.#choiris #i hope this didnt ruin your admiration for me sobs ; u ; i was a lil tired #but ay jumps on you #im going to sing the googoo dolls anyway tbh

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“It’s 4 in the morning, is everything ok?”

Yoona had to suppress a sigh although her facial features would have betrayed her if her friend was actually here instead of just on the phone. Nothing was okay, she was lonely and had definitely gotten way too used to sleeping with Baekhyun by her side who had successfully been able to take her fear of the night away for the time being.

But today he was busy and she was alone in her bed, unable to sleep with the dark and the uncomfortable silence surrounding her. Yoona also knew that it had been incredibly selfish of her to wake her friend up just to have someone distracting her from her own fear, but her boyfriend hadn’t answered his phone and she was too close to panicking.

“Y-yeah, I just can’t seem to sleep. Probably too hyper. I should have thought of the fact that you probably are asleep before calling you, I’m sorry.” She mumbled into the phone, trying to keep her voice as cheerful as possible.

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