#jeokwol

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@jeokwol​​ from here.

Did he not already know? Did he think he would be satisfied with nothing? How cruel not to think of him immediately, to think it would be just fine to leave him empty handed. Be better to yourself, Ji-Woon. The idol devoured the gentle touch the way the desert sand would a single drop of water. He leaned in swallowing their space between until body was on body; the only thing keeping them apart was his counterpart’s far superior height.

“I want everything you have.”

[agntkennedy]

@jeokwol​

“ what’d i say about you trying to spoil me, huh ? “ 

[superiorpotentate]

@jeokwol​

“You’ve performed beautifully. As expected.” He clapped just for him. Watching Ji-Woon battle had always been entertaining to witness, and not just for the simple matter that he had to sully his hands any less. And now that he’d been administered his own special strain of Uroboros, his partner was simply remarkable. Suitable for the new world unlike so many others. 

His boot pushed at the incapacitated victim’s head. “Are you keeping this one?”

[pumpkinstabs-moving]

@jeokwol​ clutched at the spot where his arm once was. blood coating his hand, dripping onto the normally pristine floor of his realm. it was all a blur on how he lost his arm. one survivor got crafty and was able to cut it clean off. he was unable to get it back, so now he was stuck waiting for the painful process of it growing back. breathing labored as he just paced, waiting. bracing for the pain. he only stopped in his tracks when the door swung open. revealing michael now in his doorway. eyes widened as he just gawked at him. this was a problem. " Ah... Mikey! " finally speaking after shaking off the shock. "I know this looks bad, but I promise you I'll be fine! Now if you could just leave for ten minutes and I'll get you when everythin' is done! "

gossip spreads rapidly amongst killers,  and though michael never listens in,  when jiwoon’s name was mentioned,  he paid attention then.  his blood ran cold when he heard what happened in jiwoon’s last trial,  arm getting cut off by one of the survivors.  probably one of those cops.   doesn’t matter who it is--  michael will make sure to tear them apart slowly and as agonizingly as possible when he runs across whoever did this.  he rushes to jiwoon’s realm as quickly as he can,  knowing the trickster isn’t expecting any visitors right now.  he shouldn’t expect any sort of different reaction out of michael,  though.  he cares,  and even if the injury won’t kill him,  it doesn’t matter.  michael is aware of injuries still aching in the realm.  

the door opens and the Boogeyman looks down at his companion,  eyeing the gruesome area where limb was severed.  blood drenches the floor and the trickster’s clothes,  familiar smell filling his nose.  he doesn’t move,  clearly has no plans to leave.  he’s staying,  wants to help with whatever he can.  if their roles were reversed,  michael knows jiwoon would drop everything right away.  he’s not going to let jiwoon deal alone with the pain and discomfort.  

[umbrasevered]

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   “god fucking damn it.” trust the thing to throw him into another trial with jiwoon again. their last interaction had more or less ended up in peaceful terms. well, peaceful isn’t really the right word. of course, it took bruce twisting the verbal knife, and now they’re here. again. just his luck, really.

[spiralshift]

i’m fucking wheezing @jeokwol

[pxppinmolly-archived]

@jeokwol replied to your post “damn. what IF Molly WAS A Jigsaw Apprentice.”:

Jiwoon vc: No Jigsaw is stupid, be my apprentice instead ♥

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Hm.

[pumpkinstabs-moving]

@jeokwol​ asked: very audible gasp comes from the idol when he sees blood staining the neck area of his coveralls. he knows it's not from a kill, it's coming from under his mask specifically. there was no stopping himself from running up to the other killer. hand moving the mask just enough to see a glass shard sticking from his neck. just nearly missing crucial arteries. " Who did this to you? " he asked in a low tone while hands came up to cup his face. " Tell me. I'll make that vile survivor pay after I patch you up. I'll see how they like being stabbed with a shard of glass. "

much to Michael’s dismay, it seems like Laurie has begun to go around teaching the other survivors how to use her little glass attack.  at first,  it was only her using it against him, but now it’s more of them, and he wasn’t expecting this one. it caught him off guard,  made him grunt in pain and drop the survivor. she managed to get away from him during the trial,  but it won’t happen again. 

sticky,  warm blood soaks the chest area of his suit,  his breathing sounding slightly ragged due to how close the shard is to his windpipe.  were he another killer,  perhaps the wound would already be healing,  but the entity isn’t going to do that favor for him.  he’s not surprised,  simply irritated.  his head tilts oh-so-slightly into the touch on his mask,  hand lifting towards Jiwoon.  he uncurls his fist,  bright red locks being shown to his companion.  he managed to rip some of Mikaela’s hair straight from her skull after she stabbed him.  now Jiwoon will know who to target during his next trial.