#feyjin

[feyjisung]

awaken

jisung doesn’t know the first thing about being a werewolf.

that’s probably reasonable, considering he never really tried to dive into the supernatural world. despite a few people around him being interested, some even having some sort of tie to it, jisung hadn’t shared the same interest. he believes there’s plenty of things to worry about among humans as it is, that the idea of getting involved in anything supernatural simply doesn’t seem worth it.

so, naturally, the world took this as a sign to bestow one of the worst possible fates possible—or maybe this is just the beginning, considering his track record with jumping into boiling hot water. at the very least, he isn’t going through this completely alone.

( he thought he would be, after all he lost his other half because of this entire ordeal. he’s glad he somehow managed to keep a few people around, no matter how few it may seem. )

jisung still doesn’t know what werewolves can and can’t do, what really changed other than the fact that he’d be a nightmare to be around under the full moon, and a few other things. he might be within the opportunity to learn more, since his ears feel like they’re burning right now, specifically the area around his piercings. it’s almost unbearable, and he doesn’t even know why. naturally, he goes to ( @feyjin ) about it, he doesn’t know anyone else.

“i just... got them a few days ago...” he had a band member put it on for one of their recent performances. “if i try to take it off myself, it kinda stings my fingers.” he’s unsure whether this information will be helpful for the other, he’s never been the best at explaining things.

[feyjiwon-blog]

@feyjin 

                                                                                         ( november 29, 2017. )

fear is crucial. any hunter who does not acknowledge their fears and learns to work with them might as well sign themselves up for a suicide mission. fear creates caution in people; prepares them for the worst and guides them through any possible obstacles they might run into. molding your fears into foolproof plans is a very powerful skill to have. 

unfortunately, jiwon has never taken note of this. instead of embracing his fears, the male has learned to laugh at them. ridicule them as if they were nothing but a figment of his imagination rather than actual issues he might come across. the way he sees it, his lack of fear means no holding back, and no holding back means he’ll always get what he wants. or something like that. 

kang jiwon wears his faux sense of invincibility like a magical cloak. there is nothing that can stop him once he sets his mind to it, and nothing is going to stop him from taking down every single monster he can lay his hands on. and tonight, he is ready to start from the very top. 

the first explosion is the loudest. a clear message to all hunters who have gathered in the samgaksan area during the full moon: get in position and be prepared to fight, chaos is about to ensue. the rustling of leaves on the ground; the howling of wolves. another explosion, not too far on his right side. two pairs of footsteps that come running his way. closer, closer, closer. not too close. his dark clothes are able to camouflage him for a bit of delay, but not enough to go completely unnoticed to a creature whose sense of smell could recognise fear from miles away (another reason not to be scared, ever). 

but jiwon doesn’t give the wolf the opportunity to pinpoint his exact location. there is not a shred of hesitation when he aims at his target, pulls the trigger, and fires a silver bullet straight through its leg. a split second is all it takes for the werewolf to stumble and crash to the ground. a split second is also all it takes for the hunter to bury another bullet into his enemy’s body. 

bullseye.

the grin that creeps up on his face is a smug, victorious one. somewhere in the distance another gunshot can be heard, followed by another explosion. it’s enough of a distraction to allow jiwon to get closer to his victim, his initial success leaving him completely unguarded for a good few seconds. ‘not so tough now, are you?’ venomous words that he spews at the wailing creature. better to end this once and for all. ‘back to hell with your kind. hope you burn there forever.’ with those words, he swiftly pulls his blade and aims straight for the heart to finish him off. 

( rule number one: never leave anything to faith. his dad had made damn sure he learned that well. )