#convo;jiyoung

[chemicvlx]

open: anyone connection: the person who has been through it all

her fingers trembled as she uncovered her face, tears streaming down her face and staining her cheeks. her chest felt like it was going to collapse and the world felt so heavy on her shoulders. she didn’t mean to say those things or do what she did. she was just so angry at the world. which was unusual for the young woman. everyday felt like a struggle to get out of bed and now she had pushed away the one person who actually seemed to care.

it was hard, hearing the moans and groans of the afterlife everyday no matter what she did. spirits of all ages would beg her for help and as much as she would say now, the sounds were simply too much. the doctors thought she had schizophrenia, other people thought she was a witch, and everyone else thought she was faking it for attention. but not her dear, sweet friend. jiyoung would get so overwhelmed by the sounds and images that she would simply break and her friend would hold and calm her down until everything was silent.

she had done things she regretted due to this issue. she could clearly recall nearly beating a man to death with her textbooks in college after he tried to flirt with her and her friend helped her hide any evidence that she was at the scene. even now as a kindergarten teacher, the voices and spirits continuously bother her for help or revenge and it takes all her strength to not scream and shout.

however, tonight was different. this whole week, she was haunted by a spirit who told her that it would help him pass over if she would get rid of an evil man. every day, he would chant awful things and tell her to kill someone, anyone he wanted to. she wouldn’t listen to his requests and felt the anger boil up inside of her until it lashed out at the wrong person. she didn’t mean to hit them, she didn’t mean to yell at them but she was so frustrated. she hadn’t slept, hadn’t ate. just heard a spirit moan for her to kill all day but it seemed the spirit was satisfied enough with the hit she gave to her friend. they left in a frenzy and now jiyoung was alone.

her trembling fingers dialed the familiar number. “please. i didn’t mean any of it. i am so sorry.”

[chemicvlx]

snapchat to; bff

jiyoung: okay i need you to come over jiyoung: we need to talk about last night jiyoung: you that um...kiss? jiyoung: just please come over

[chemicvlx]

[ open starter || cheating plot ]

“you know...i’m normally patient and quiet but i’ve had enough of your bullshit!” the typically quiet woman screamed, her raven hair getting in her face but she was far to in her own spiral of anger to care. their relationship was important to jiyoung: it had given her so much happiness or so she thought. “do you not see what you do? you consume everything! everything and everyone has to be yours. every moment i thought was ours was a lie.” she cried, hot tears rolling down her cheeks. fragile, shaking fingers combed through her hair as the girl desperately tried to fix herself and pull out of this fit of rage.

her voice now hoarse from the tears could barely be heard above her hiccups. “did you think i wouldn’t find out? what did i do wrong to make you run? i-i...” she couldn’t speak anymore and it turned her toward one of the few things she hates in this world: alcohol. the burning liquid of soju brought comfort to her aching chest as she turned away from the other and drank out of the bottle rather than a shot glass. “go ahead and run back them...not like you want to be here anyway.”

[chemicvlx]

( test muse // open to anyone )

Jiyoung stared into the cup of tea. It was bitter, herbal, and sweet all at once. Normal people just taste the tea and see it as it is but Jiyoung saw something lovely about it. It had this fragrance unlike any other, it gave emotion and warmth but brought one back to reality with its’ bitter note. It reminded her of Japan, the place she missed so desperately. It was home when she had none and a place that foreigners saw as strange with the media’s influence. The girl took a deep breath as she sat in the park, watching the people pass by without a word. 

A few clicks of her camera and she was on her way home. The girl was simply passing time with her favorite hobby of capturing people in their natural state. However, the ghosts that haunted her sight returned while she was walking. They were harmless but they distracted her so much and with dusk quickly falling, it was becoming dangerous. They kept her from seeing where she was going and who was around her despite how much she tried to ignore them. They begged for her help and all she could do was keep walking.

It seemed as if they were leading her to something as she bumped into an innocent bystander with a loud gasp. “Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry.” She asked, her Japanese slipping out before realizing that she needed to speak Korean and quickly repeated herself in the correct language. “Are you okay? I wasn’t paying attention.”