#genesis304

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@genesis304 said: [ late delivery ] sender shows up with flowers that are a day late . im gonna be real wth you king its probably more like a single red rose with a tooth tucked into its center left on the doorstep for u to find 🦷 valentines day meme

IT’S  LATE,  HE  ISN’T  PAYING  ATTENTION,  HIS  FOCUS  ENTIRELY  ON  THE  GLOW  OF  HIS  PHONE.         on  the  text  message  displayed  plainly  on  the  screen.  pauses  right  in  his  doorway  to  read  the  message  again.  and  again,  one  more  time,  just  to  make  sure  he  was  reading  it  right.

from:  ji-eun  💕        —       sorry  oppa,  i  can’t  make  it  tonight,  i  have  to  work  overtime.  we  will  have  to  reschedule  for  some  other  time.  i  hope  you’re  not  too  upset.

of  course  he  is.  it  stings,  his  chest  feels  tight  and  heavy.  another  reschedule,  another  missed  date.  he  was  looking  forward  to  it  all  day  and  now…  now  what?  they  barely  talk  anymore,  maybe  a  small  phone  call  once  a  day  if  they  are  lucky,  mostly  a  few  chaste  texts  before  and  after  work.  obligatory  texts  everyone  must  send  to  their  partner  then  they  are  apart.  he  sighs  loud  —  surely  his  neighbors  are  able  to  hear  it.  he  doesn’t  care.

he  nearly  steps  on  it.  the  toe  of  his  shoe  pushs  it  just  out  of  the  way  before  its  crushed  under  his  heel.  crimson  petals,  the  most  vivid  green  stem  he  has  seen.  gingerly  jongwoo  reaches  down  to  grab  it  –  he  recoils  at  the  pinch  in  his  fingers,  the  flower  dropping  from  his  hands  and  something  white  tumbling  from  between  the  petals.  brings  the  bleeding  pad  of  his  thumb  up  to  his  mouth  to  suckle  on  the  wound  with  a  hiss.  the  darkness  of  the  hallway  concealed  with  thorns.

more  carefully  now  the  rose  is  picked  up,  jongwoo’s  curious  eyes  squinting  against  the  darkness  at  the  small  white  mass  that  rests  on  the  scuffed,  filthy  floor.  pinched  between  his  fingers  —  the  ones  that  still  bleed  —  jongwoo  brings  the  object  up  closer,  into  the  dim  light  of  his  room  and  —

a  yelp.  he  lets  the  tooth  clatter  back  to  the  floor,  stepping  away  as  if  it  might  grow  legs  and  follow  him.  he  doesn’t  stop  until  his  back  hits  the  wall  on  the  opposite  side  of  the  small  cramped  hallway.  304’s  door  opens  at  the  commotion  and  all  jongwoo  can  do  for  a  moment  is  point.

look!  a  little  horror!  take  care  of  it!       “  s-someone  put  a  tooth  in  this  rose!  wh-who  would  even  do  something  like  that?  ”        he  clutches  the  flower  to  his  chest  as  if  to  protect  it  from  the  tooth.  clutches  it  as  if  it  were  sacred,  paying  no  mind  to  the  thorns  now  as  they  dig  into  his  palm.

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@genesis304 said: ready to see what i've been working on? 🦷 morbid curiosity starters

IT’S  BEEN  FIVE  DAYS  SINCE  HE  GOT  ANY  SORT  OF  MEANINGFUL  SLEEP         and  he  is  on  the  verge  of  madness.  wide  eyed,  erratic,  hands  trembling  with  fear  and  rage.  he  could  say  he  is  tired  of  these  games  but  he  knows  that  moonjo  wouldn’t  remove  his  claws  —  if  anything  he  would  dig  in  deeper.  his  head  feels  like  it  might  burst,  the  room  spinning,  he  presses  his  palms  and  his  fingertips  against  the  sides  of  his  head  to  keep  it  from  splitting  wide  open,  blooming  like  a  rose.  he  wants  to  scream,  he  wants  to  run,  to  fight.  to  take  the  soft  flesh  of  moonjo’s  adams  apple  between  his  teeth  and  TEAR.  IT.  OUT.

moonjo  has  come  to  him  like  a  proud  cat  with  another  dead  thing,  and  jongwoo  can’t  come  to  terms  with  the  fact  he  is,  in  fact,  curious  to  see  what  he  has  been  working  on.

“  leave  me  the  fuck  out  of  this,  okay?  i  don’t  want  any  part  of  it.  ”       and  yet  he  lingers.  he  makes  no  attempt  to  flee.

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@genesis304 said: a laundry room humming with fluorescent lights. 🦷 random setting prompts

THIS  COULD  BE  ONE  OF  THE  CLEANEST  SMELLING  PLACES  IN  THIS  RESIDENCE,        but  the  pungent  smell  of  mildew  wafts  from  the  pipes.  not  even  the  chemical  smell  of  fake  floral  laundry  detergent  can  save  this  room  from  its  off  putting  aroma.  jongwoo  tries  to  keep  his  time  here  brief.  the  smell  will  linger  in  his  clothes  if  he  stays  in  here  too  long.  it  will  give  him  a  headache  too,  no  doubt,  worse  than  the  one  his  senior  at  work  has  already  given  him.

it’s  already  been  a  long  day,  he  doesn’t  want  to  spend  any  more  time  here  than  he  absolutely  has  to.  clean  his  laundry  and  go,  maybe  even  get  some  writing  done  before  he  has  to  lay  down  to  sleep  —  only  to  start  bright  and  early  again  in  the  morning.  he’s  not  paid  enough  for  how  early  he  has  to  get  up,  for  how  many  buses  he  has  to  take  to  get  in  on  time.  he  sighs  with  his  whole  body,  balls  up  his  soiled  shirts,  tossing  them  into  the  washer  bowl  one  by  one.  each  and  every  one  of  them  miss  their  target,  instead  landing  on  the  mysteriously  stained  floor.  another  sigh,  more  dramatic  than  the  last.  he  screws  his  eyes  shut  for  a  breath  before  bending  down  to  pick  the  garments  up,  this  time  taking  care  to  place  them  in  the  washer  properly  this  time.

the  icing  on  the  cake,  the  absolute  cherry  on  the  top,  comes  when  he  retrieves  the  bottle  of  cheap  laundry  detergent  that  lives  next  to  the  washer,  only  to  find  it  completely  empty.  not  a  drop  —  almost  like  it  was  already  washed  out  and  left  to  dry,  prepped  to  be  thrown  away  with  the  rest  of  the  recycling.  his  grip  tightens  on  the  handle.  his  knuckles  turn  red.  his  nose  crinkles,  teeth  bared.

the  empty  plastic  makes  a  satisfying  thud  as  it  ricochets  off  the  far  wall.  these  people…  they  are  doing  it  on  purpose,  aren’t  they?  don’t  they  know  he  is  trying  to  live  a  normal  life?  nothing  about  this  place  is  normal!  he  turns,  ready  to  grab  the  dish  soap  from  the  kitchen  sink  —  it  will  smell  awful  but  it’s  something,  at  least.  anything  to  wash  whatever  his  clothes  just  picked  up  from  the  floor.

a  figure  darkens  the  doorway  and  jongwoo  recognizes  him  instantly.  the  guy  from  room  304,  silent,  head  tilted,  eyes  looking…  why  do  his  eyes  always  look  like  that?  a  jolt  of  something  unexplainable  washes  over  jongwoo,  enough  to  make  his  shoulders  tense.  he  opens  his  mouth  once,  and  then  twice  —  both  times,  words  fail  to  come  to  him.

finally,  sheepishly,  he  mutters,       “  …did  you  see  that…?  ”

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@genesis304 replied to your post “sometimes i think about the fact that jongwoo will...”:

even if you kill him hes in your bones

​NO BUT EXACTLY.

if jongwoo DOESN'T kill moonjo: he will always be stalked, followed, watched. moonjo will inject himself into every part of jongwoo's life and jongwoo won't do anything about it. unless he DOES do something about it, which, in that case:

if jongwoo DOES kill moonjo: his blood with forever be on his hands. by killing him he is giving him everything he could have ever wanted. by killing him he is giving him the satisfaction of being the sacrifice for jongwoo's own primal rage and violence.

jongwoo will never truly be without moonjo; he will be followed by him whether or not moonjo is alive or dead because their stories are so intertwined that they can't be written separately. there is no discernable point where one of them stops and the other starts. just like jongwoo is always haunted by his violent fantasies so too will he be haunted by his shadow.

[fiveteeth]

@genesis304 replied to your post “my good friend john goo”:

can u let me live

​if you want to live, crawl <3

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16. you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

JONGWOO! IS! NOT! HELPLESS! 🗣️📢‼️

it reaaalllly grinds my gears when people watched the same show that we all did and then will look at jongwoo with his raging anger issues and bigotry and infantilize him for the sake of some thinly veiled kink. AAAAAAAAANNNNDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD he isn't going to just start living a life of domestic bliss with moonjo after all of that. he's still a spiteful little shit there is no way he won't wanna wring moonjo's pretty little neck for upending his life the way he has.

this is, of course. excluding aus. everyone can have all the fun they want with their aus i never want to sound like im coming on here and policing that. i will however be the fun police about canon interpretations. LMAOOOOO

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22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

you've been subject to my rants about this plenty of times but the wardrobe was a CHOICE. jongwoo and moonjo both wearing progressively darker clothing as the show reached its climax, visually suggesting that jongwoo is, in fact, like moonjo. the shirt choices on the rooftop scene when jongwoo was complaining to seok-yoon moonjo --- jongwoo wearing horizontal stripes, moonjo wearing vertical (in that moment they are clashing) and seok-yoon wearing plaid because he is a middle ground between the two of them. anyways. i feel really normal about all of that please ask me more about it im insane.

24. topic that brings up the most rancid discourse

moonjo's morality. jongwoo is written sympathetic so i don't see too many people doing this with him but i have seen my fair share of people complain about people finding moonjo hot because he is a serial killer and a bad person. like girl cmon.

[wickdcreatures]

some  days,  salem  likes  to  hide  in  the  shadow  of  trees,  painting  those  who  enjoy  the  sunshine  and  fresh  air  —  those  that  come  out  to  be  creative,  just  like  him,  unaware  of  his  presence.  pure  and  authentically  them.  it’s  in  this  hidden  state,  a  ghost  in  the  company  of  others,  that  salem  feels  like  he  does  his  best  work.

his  muse  today  sits  with  a  notebook  spread  out  in  his  lap,  crosslegged  in  the  grass  as  the  springtime  sun  playfully  peaks  and  dips  back  into  the  clouds.  he  looks  so  enthralled,  so  focused  —  salem  tries  to  capture  his  likeness  on  his  canvas,  tries  to  replicate  the  scrapes  in  his  knuckles,  the  rosiness  of  his  lips.  a  prick  on  the  tip  of  his  finger,  a  paintbrush  dipped  in  the  bloom  —  the  color  is  almost  perfect,  and  once  it  oxidizes,  it  should  be  perfect  —

salem  doesn’t  notice  his  muse’s  shadow  watching  him  —  he’s  learned  to  tune  out  the  feeling  of  eyes  on  his  back  a  long  time  ago.  it  can’t,  however,  be  ignored  when  he  feels  the  warmth  of  another  body  over  his  shoulder.  he  knows  his  works  is  being  appraised.  he  raises  sheepish  eyes  up  at  @genesis304.

“  it’s  not  done  yet.  ”       that  much  is  obvious,  but  the  lingering  silence  makes  his  skin  crawl.  this  guy,  kinda…  makes  his  skin  crawl.