#eribears

[svngjae]

“I felt like destroying something beautiful.”

Wide eyed, he gestured at the broken glass near the door with both hands, “So you decided to break the vase?!– Ah…” Sungjae sighed as he dragged his fingers down his face. “Noona, that comes straight out of my paycheck!”

[xserri-blog]

eribears​:

“Honestly, Erin. Anytime I look at you I feel so upset because of how beautiful you are.” She sighs almost contently, resting her chin on the palm of her hand as she stares at the older. “It’s impossible for someone to be to pretty.”

[svreal]

“We need to talk”

[ “ We need to talk “ ] 

[ 11 ]  My muse has killed someone

     For the past seven years, his night mares have always been about this day. The day his hands will be stained with blood just like the devil he calls father. The day those people discover his sanctuary. He never expected it to happen soon, he only knew it was going to come one day. 

 His father’s men broke through the door, all twenty men with the same purpose of bringing back the the twins to their hell hole. Out of the two Minho is the one who rely more on his fist unlike his younger twin who had all the facts and theory. With that fact, the older was immediately put in charge of their fate. They were both out numbered, the only choice given to them was to flee and  put their faith down to their feet. They ran out the back door those men chased them down the small alley barely enough space for two men to share. Minho felt his stomach stir up out of fear, he haven’t felt this way since the escape seven years ago and not only that the sensation felt physically painful it was a sign that moments after this he won’t be in control of his body any longer. His sanity was replaced by the survival instinct and it presented him of two solutions, to eliminate the enemy or continue on his feet. His body was giving up after long minutes of running, his mind wasn’t making any sensible commands any longer. Both of them reached a ware house surrounded by the dark dressed hounds. The moment he felt a touch all his force lashed out onto the opposers. With adrenaline by his side, Minho managed to knock out most of them but the last..he accidentally killed with an iron bar in his hand. The velvety liquid spread across the floor…he became what he feared most, a murderer. 

  The whole story was told to the woman. He still has blood stains all over his clothes including his body and that added to the crime more than convincing her he was the victim. People only believe what they want to believe..’Will she call the police or assist the murderer?’

[bvechv]

eribears

// I'm going to reply to this properly in a second but i'm laughing bc I genuinely had no idea this was lyrics and I just googled it.....

[[ i’m sorry! I thought it would’ve been a good way to make our muses interact. In all honesty I even googled it because I had the idea all set up haha.

[bvechv]

"I just figured I was something that you couldn't replace."

Irene turned around and gasped at the familiar words. She looked at the direction they came from and saw a very familiar face. Upon noticing who it was, the corners of her lips rose up, “Euaerin sunbaenim! I couldn’t help but overhear you. That’s from a song right? I could’ve sworn i’ve heard that from somewhere before” She lightly hummed before covering her mouth, looking at the other with wide eyes once she realized something, “I forgot to introduce myself first!” The female bowed quickly, “I’m Irene from Red Velvet.”

[junqah-blog]

“Are you sure you should be doing that?”

“I’m a grown woman, I think I know what I’m doing,” the woman said, scratching her head with her index finger, thinking about the current situation and what she had just said, “at least most of the times, I do..”