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[faunafemes]

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🏰 Our muses go through a haunted house!

“Why did I agree to do this?” She whined softly, pulling her jacket tighter around her body. “I could have been at home, drinking hot chocolate and watching movies, but no, I had to let you drag me out!” Eunha wished she hadn’t owed the boy a favour, or this would have never happened. She pulled the hood up of her jacket, hiding her face. “Do we really have to do this?”

[pkvngri-blog]

@hvunvoo

‘’ So if you could get ether a cupcake or a cookie, which one would you choose?’’ 

[cutieeunji-blog]

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Just her luck. She had locked her keys in her car and had no idea how to get them out. She had a spare key at home but nobody she knew was picking up their phone except the person who was babysitting her son who obviously couldnt come bring her the spare key. To make matters worse a clap of thunder rolled over head and seconds later rain started pouring. “oh my god” she whined and moved under an awning of the nearest store but not before she was completely soaked. Standing in under the awning she tried to call a friend once more. It was dark, the only light being from the few shops and restaurants that were still open and the street light. 

[mvxnn]

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❛ They look kinda shady.  ❜

[spoiledsovls]

@hvunvoo.

stupid. ignorant. worthless, piece of shit. if she had grown up liking her cousin, these words wouldn’t have probably been in her word bank. let’s take that back, her father still used them. but it wasn’t the first time she’s heard it. the person she’s heard it from was the person who shared the same blood as her, but a bit distant. yoo hyunwoo, one of the two cousins that she knew growing up. hyunwoo was a milk boy now just like her best friend growing up, baekhyun. but back then, fuck. things were bad. always blaming hyejung for creating the mudpies, the one who broke the porcelain vases that costs thousands. hyejung, hyejung! hyejung did it! cried out the elder and he knew how to take advantage.

during that time was when hyejung was still innocent. still a baby, not knowing what the hell to do in her life. she didn’t know, really. but growing up with him being the closest (geographical terms) to her family was a big disadvantage. his mom, her aunt (sister of her brother) had taken him in after the divorce of her uncle-in-law. he had moved to seoul and hyunwoo? stayed in yangju with his mother. he was a delinquent just like hyejung, and maybe that’s where she picked up some of her skills. she wasn’t proud of it, but she was pretty sure in current times, she knew more than he did back then.

here they were, her fist jabbing at his face while hyejung threw out the same curse words that were brought down upon her. adjectives she’d try to scrape off with a loofah but it just wouldn’t work because they’ve left permanent stains on her skin. she didn’t cry, no. no matter how much it hurt, she didn’t cry. “why don’t you just get along with me? why are you the better looking one? why are you the one who gets forgiveness in the end, huh? huh? you were once just like me. but you got support. you even got support from jinwoo, what about me? where’s my support? don’t you feel any sympathy for your baby cousin?” she’s hitting and hitting him, and then the yoo family traits kick in. a smile on his face that was just so sick, it made hyejung’s stomach turn.

“because i’m the cousin they love the most. the nephew that had grown up into a good boy. and you? you’re just a troubled girl with no hope for the future. no life. no matter what your dreams are, they’ll only be crushed down due to your age, your wounds, records, personality. so, reality check. we’re family an’ all, but we ain’t friends.” hyejung pushed him off at this point. how hard she had been fighting just to get close to him. was it really that difficult?

“what don’t i have that jinwoo has? that chloe has? that all our mutual friends have? they seem to like you better. you, you, you. it’s always about you!” and with that, she shoves him against the wall, grabbing at his collar and throwing punches at his face. a low growl while she presses their foreheads together.

“they might be putting up with your act, but i know the real you. you’re a monster.”

[jinvory]

white whine

@hvunvoo | source↳ status: accepting

Dancing in bathrooms wasn’t a good combination. Plus, attempting at it while drunk? It was already a disaster to begin with. I was brushing my teeth while dancing to some music that was playing in the background, and I had tripped over myself. I ended up stepping on the front of my house slippers, somehow I get caught up with the bathroom rug… causing me to fall over into the bathtub. Luckily, the damage wasn’t so bad. I basically punched myself in the face with my toothbrush, ended up with a bleeding lip plus some bruising throughout the following week.

[spoiledsovls]

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☠  five times my muse thought about hitting yours, and the one time they did.

one.she didn’t really understand their bittersweet relationship. if she were to put it on a percentage scale, it would be 90% hatred and 10% love. even if they were family, she didn’t really feel any mercy whenever something bad happened to him. she was close to a few of her family members-- the closest being jinwoo. hyunwoo? always distant to her, always clung onto jinwoo. always making fun of her capabilities, and a big part that got made fun of-- her age. she was the youngest in the yoo family, from what she remembers. it would anger her when people would pull that card on an argument. so when he brought it up, hyejung only holds back. he’s family. don’t. so she let him walk away with the cheesy smile that her friend had suddenly adored.

two.“this is why people don’t like you.” the words that slipped out of hyunwoo’s lips were uncalled for. why were they always getting into unnecessary fights? also, why was he the one starting it? under the yoo household, the three of them were similar with knowing how to make blood pour over and spill out. hyunwoo on the other hand, rarely got the chance. he was the sweetheart of the family. in most recent times, that is. so his comebacks were weak at first, but his rebellious ways had been triggered some how. and now everything that he said hurt. not only because hyejung shared the same blood with him, but it did seem like everyone liked him. they had mutual friends-- many. they’d rather much hang out with him and not with her, which was understandable. but it left a hole in her heart, she didn’t want to change. she didn’t want to be nice just to gain friends. she didn’t want to be a fake. so she rubs at her bloodied knuckles, turning her heel to walk away from the conversation.

three.it was getting harder to handle her cousin that towered over her. there were little things that he had pushed her over the edge with. saying that she wasn’t loved, wasn’t cared for. for someone of her bloodline to mention it, she heard her heart break into multiple pieces. this was one reason why she never got close to anybody. not even with her family-- because it would only backlash. hyejung watched her cousin from afar-- the social butterfly who was making friends like it was as easy as drinking water. her figure was up against the wall, repeating his words over and over. he didn’t mean it, right? then again, he could have. and instead of being cousins, it felt like they were strangers. maybe he was joking, but she’d never fess up to the amount of wounds he’d inflicted upon her. she’d let the wounds speak whenever she got new ones from another fight.

four.jaw clenching with a beer bottle in her hand, she throws it at the wall, almost hitting her cousin. she was unbelievably drunk. all of her pent up anger had suddenly showed up when she came home to see that hyunwoo was on her couch. jinwoo had given him access to her house, jinwoo would pay later. but being the first person that she saw when her head wasn’t in its right mind, it pissed her off. “hey cous-” and hyejung wanted to scream. had he done anything wrong? no, not at that time. she just never told him all the incidents where she wanted to punch him until he bathed in his own pool of blood- a gory image for someone who was related to someone. there was some kind of hatred so deep that she’d probably compare it to the hatred that she had for her father.

five.she’s had enough. maybe it was jealousy that was seething out of her persona and she didn’t want to admit it. so instead of admitting it, she just kissed her knuckles before taking a jab at his face. did he deserve it? in her eyes, yes. in general? probably not. and she hits him again, she’d never talk about her feelings to him. he’s become distant, how the hell were they gonna patch it up again and pretend everything was fine? with their countless arguments as a child that built up to today, it was apparent that they didn’t get along most of the time. they couldn’t just pretend they never happened and seal wit up with a ‘sorry’, then add a kiss on top of it. maybe he reminded her of her father. taking everything away from her was a good trait that they shared. “you have no right to barge into my life like that. i get it, you’re my cousin. but i never asked to be close to you when all you do is break me down. at least jinwoo understands me.” pause.

“you piece of shit.”

[spoiledsovls]

@hvunvoo.

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“ha, ha.” she rolls her eyes, seeing that he was playing the same game as she was. being the annoying, little shit that she was, a smile appears on her lips before wrapping her arms around his own. swaying them, she pulls an act to become cute (although it was more cringe worthy to watch it all unfold.) “hyunwoo oppaaa. you can’t tell your dad i did that! you know he loves me a lot.” batting her eyelashes, she jutts out her bottom lip to reveal a pout. oh how it pained hyejung to even act that sort of way, but they were both losing in the long run.

“you’re never gonna get it back. plus.” she removes her arms from his grip, dusting off anything that could have flown on her shirt. “you should have put it in rice first. why? because the rice would suck up the water. but instead, you freaked out and started shaking it, which could have made it worse because the water could have short circuited your poor phone.” she whistles, looking the other way innocently. “you’re asking but the answer is right in front of you. transcribed in the human form, yoo hyejung.” she nods her head. “you shouldn’t have joked around with me like that in the first place.”