#honui

[foundwild]

“when did you start looking at me like that?” / @honui

the question catches him off guard. there's a raise of an eyebrow, lips parted on a soft noise of surprise at how blunt the question is. ( joon thought they were on the same page. if they don't talk about it, they don't have to confront it. it's easier to pretend, to use the stage as a chance -- an excuse -- to get close to one another without crossing any lines. because line crossing is messy, and the last thing he needs is to make group dynamics more complicated by giving into... whatever this is. )

but there's a look in her eyes. the way doyeon shifts, unwavering, makes joon swallow suddenly. the question rests on his tongue -- looking at you like what? and he knows he should say it, should laugh it off and play up his clueless nature. but he's not stupid. and she knows that better than anyone else. so, shifting, he shrugs a shoulder. ❛ i think i've always looked at you like this, ❜ he admits, voice quiet. ❛ i just... didn't want to admit it out loud. because saying it out loud makes it, ❜ he gestures in the air, ❛ too real. ❜ there's a pause, his tongue moving to wet his lower lip as he takes a step forward. takes a risk. ❛ do you... not want me to look at you like that? ❜

[seoulgated]

given the abundance of nightlife in seoul, it should really come as no surprise that she isn't the only one of their kind stalking these streets. their ranks seemed...thinner in this area of the world than what she'd witnessed abroad, though she couldn't place the reason behind it. more capable hunters, perhaps? narae's own past allowed her particular insight into that world, had helped her remain unseen and what passed for alive for her. once, long ago, she had helped to protect others from the very things like her, to heal and bring peace. how she missed those days.

it seemed she wasn't the only one to cling to the past, though. the sense of familiarity on entering the museum was immediate and nigh overwhelming; it was impossible to deny that she was in the presence of another of her kind. another vampire. “ most museums aren't still open at this hour, ” she notes, not approaching the lone other woman in the room any further just yet. “ you are still open, aren't you? ” the question came absolutely dripping in sincerity and innocence, far too much to be genuine.

@honui liked x for a starter from narae ft. chan-juan

[xalafolie]

"Anyone ever tell you how stunnin' you are?"

@honui

[neomsabyeok]

@honui asked: “Hold still, you’ve got something in your hair—just let me…” for hari from klo

hari can feel the gentle tug at the back of her head, fingers already tangling in her hair. before she has a chance to protest, hari is distracted by the feeling of her leader's hands searching for whatever it is that she's found in her hair.

❝it might be product from the stylist, unnie, it's okay─❞ hari lowers her phone, the screen no longer as interesting as her own reflection with the visual of the older girl behind her.

she attempts to hide the way that her breath catches in her throat when she stares too long at klo in the mirror. ❝she... did a good job with you, tonight.❞

[bulsoitan]

“You’re comfy.” / @honui

there's a noise of surprise that leaves his lips as jay looks down, watches the way yeo-hee settles against his shoulder without much thinking. the action is only slightly surprising, but not unwanted. plus, he can't say he's heard this specific type of compliment before -- the words are enough to have him chuckling softly, head turning to study her side profile with a gentle smile. ❛ thanks, ❜ he states first, tone honest. ❛ i do my best -- i'll be sure to send my mom some flowers. ❜ nose scrunching, jay faces forward once more, ankles crossing where they rest atop the coffee table. ❛ if you want an actual pillow, though, ❜ he presses on, turning to grab one of the smaller, throw pillows off his couch, ❛ i can give you one. or you could always take a nap, if you're tired? i don't wanna keep you awake. ❜

[jvnha]

@honui ⊱ 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 & 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐄* ❝ You need relief. I can give you that. ❞

▐║  ♡  ┊  𝐌𝐀𝐇𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐘  𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒  𝐀𝐍𝐃  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓  𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓  𝐎𝐅  𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃  𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄  𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐒  𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓.  With  the  adrenaline  of  her  performance  still  coursing  through  her  veins,  everything  is  heightened;  she  knows  Chan-Juan  is  there  before  she  announces  her  presence.  Normally,  she  would  be  more  courteous  in  dealing  with  a  visitor,  but  all  courtesy  is  discarded  from  the  moment  their  eyes  meet.  Junha  knows  that  look:  the  look  of  a  pair  of  eyes  sizing  her  up.  And  when  she  lets  her  eyes  fully  take  in  the  sight  of  Chan-Juan,  she  does  just  the  same.  Like  two  apex  predators  looking  at  the  most  delicious  thing  they've  ever  seen.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ Is  it  really  that  obvious? ❞ㅤ Junha's  brow  lifts,  playful  and  daring  as  she  unzips  her  black  bodysuit  at  the  back.  She  slips  the  sleeves  down  her  shoulders,  bumps  quickly  rising  along  her  skin  as  the  cool  air  makes  contact.  Sometimes,  she  both  loves  and  hates  when  a  concert  leaves  her  feeling  like  this,  so  drunk  with  her  own  star  power,  high  on  the  rush  of  it  all  and  left  with  lingering  energy  begging  to  be  spent.  Her  costume  is  left  as  a  pile  of  glittery  spandex  and  mesh  at  her  feet,  kicked  aside  to  join  her  shoes,  and  only  a  lacy  tanga  remains  on  her  body.  Junha  stands  unabashed,  her  eyes  never  leaving  the  other's  as  she  takes  cat-like  steps  closer.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ And  what  do  you  want  in  return,  huh?  A  drink ? ❞ㅤ she  grins  cheekily,  leaning  to  whisper  in  her  ear. ㅤ❝ Or  maybe — ❞ㅤ Junha  takes  one  of  Chan-Juan's  hands  and  guides  it  between  her  thighs,  pressing  her  digits  flat  against  the  outside  of  her  underwear, ㅤ❝ — you  just  love  to  feel  a  pretty  girl  wrapped  around  your  fingers,  don't  you? ❞

[devocred]

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[spiritmarking]

"I feel like a goat being prepared for the sacrifice." for utahime from shiori

Spirits cling to her in a shroud, glimpses of light and darkness wherever she goes. Voices on the wind that tickle her ears like chimes, whispering of past lives, and past hurts, and desires for the future and the loved ones they left behind. Gods that guide, and gods that discern with weary, elder eyes, speaking of divine punishment. Since childhood, she’s learned to funnel that energy into a channel, something she can tap into with bells and song.

It still clings like film when her guard is down. The reality bonds her to @honui, being shaped by these otherworldly hands. Utahime wants to make something of her life beyond being a conduit tossed around on a puppet’s strings. Seul-gi hunts, and Utahime wants to, too. The one that holds the keys, the weapons, the upper hand.

She presses her drink to her neck, relishing in the cold condensation. It’s not summer yet, and she feels feverish — this is what always happens when she remains possessed for too long. She shifts in her seat, posture incorrect, worthy of a lashing with the sharp end of a broom, and considers Seul-gi, “Mm, but if it’s a sexy sacrifice, what a way to go,” somewhere, seven feet below the earth, her ancestors turn in their graves, “You’ve never had that fantasy?”

meme.