#jihoon bae

[be-my-homodachi]

Jihoon Bae appreciation post

[i4kyu]

the stairs creak. 📨

.ﾟ(›⩊‹)ﾟ+｡ﾟﾉ. treasure 트레저 park jihoon.

warning : not many , paranormal , supernatural , horror(?), etc.

note : i wanted it to end with the reader dying but then changed my mind last second bc i write too much death LMAO anyway i wrote this in one go & it’s not proofread or anything like that which is why it’s donkey ass i am V sorry 🙏🏻🙏🏻

"i don't know who you are, but please leave me alone,” you would cry out day-in and night-out. soreness ached within your throat as your arms would shake with every flick of the light switch, the fear of encountering something inhuman plaguing and taunting you. a candle grasped tightly within twitching fingers, a breath escaped your lips as your eyes scanned the vicinity lit only by the dim light of the melting candle.

during murky nights outside, the walls of your home were meant to shelter you from the bloodiness outside, though creaking stairs and slow, wooden taps sent opposing statements. and so, you sat in the corner of the room in close to pitch black darkness, praying that your spirits and guides would protect you from the harm you sensed surrounded your home.

two years. 24 months. 104 weeks. within the span of a mere fraction of your life, your fingers had become tainted with the dark blood of the paranormal, and cursed by the heavens you became. sent by them was a creature unbeknownst to you, a specimen that dragged its nails on the walls each night.

“please.. leave me alone…” the drunken affairs between life and death played with you in their hands as your pleas were answered with a slow, rhythmic knock under the wooden floors beneath you. reaching the candle out, your finger gently floated on the floor as you swallow the saliva bubbling within your throat. with each passing second, the knocking swelled in volume, slowly inching closer and closer to above ground.

one loud ram forced your eyes instinctively shut. candle seized with your left hand, your right hand slung up to your head. hair intertwined between your fingers, your head clutched and your nails digging into your scalp, the sound of a limb sliding on creaking wood rang through your mind.

with hidden vision, your senses kept your eyes closed, for a death without sight would be more preferable than a death watching the entity responsible. a cold appendage probed at your ankle, fear chasing up your spin. whatever entity had been parading around your home had at last decided to unveil its cape, and the following actions it would take, you knew not of.

“did you miss me, my dear?” 6 words struck you harsher than any paranormal activity could. a male voice whose tone sent you into overdrive and stimulation. “i know i missed you, darling.”

“jihoon? park jihoon?” astonishment dared you to open your eyes, the curiosity and shock overwhelming you. you were met with the unholy sight of jihoon — his smile cut wide , reaching the apple of his cheeks and dripping blood. his left eye had no pupil or iris, the purity of his shining a bright white laced with bloody seeming lines tracing around his eye.

through the horror his face held, beneath it, alas, you could still recognize the beauty he once held. it laid in remnants beneath his bloodshot eyes and scarred tissue, but it remained untouched in your view. your eyes tore away from his, settling instead on the pale skin that covered his hands.

“i watched you die, jihoon..” you croaked out.

“and i did. does it look like i’m alive, lovely?” his eyes glimmered as he slammed a fist onto the wooden floor, an aggressive and loud bang echoing throughout the house.

“h-how?”

he laughed lightly, though not a trace of humor was to be detected. “well, that’s not important, sweetheart. what i find is important now is that i’m here, but.. i’m sure you’ve noticed: i look quite different, don’t i?

don’t i look a bit.. say.. damaged? a bit roughened up? maybe a little bloody? i don’t look too much like the beautiful boy you used to know, do i? how do you feel about that, my dear?” he pulled you via your ankles closer to him, a menacing expression patching his face.

he reaches a cold and albino-white hand underneath your chin and lifts your face up to meet his, “do you still love me?”

“jihoon, i told you years ago that you were the most beautiful boy i had ever met, and i don’t revoke that statement.”

though hidden beneath his eyes, you noticed his sudden pause and hesitation, clearly taken aback by your response. tears began welling up in your eyes as his grip on your chin loosened slightly before once more harshening as his demeanor grows upset once more. a shaky breath leaves your lips.

“you’re such a nasty liar. even to my face after i went through hell and back, you continue to fib. i should kill you now while i have the chance. i wouldn’t hesitate a single bit if i wanted to.”

“shut up, jihoon. i still see the beauty i saw years ago, and i still think you’re beautiful. jihoon, it’s been years since i’ve seen you for the last time, and up until now, i’ve never not loved you.”

feeling his shaky hand tremble, you release the candle and set it beside you, reaching your hand up to gently touch the wrist of his hand that was settled on your chin. it felt sub-zero, though it still gave you a warmth you had lacked in you life post his death.

“you’re such an idiot. you haven’t changed one bit. what will it take for you to realize that i’m not the beautiful boy you think i am? how much will it take for you to agree with the others? the people that’ll forever scrutinize and harass me for my ugliness..” he whispered.

mustering courage, your raise your hands and cup his face gently in them, slowly running your thumb across the cuts that extended from the corners of his mouth and outwards. your eyes trailed on his wounds, examining his face for the cuts and injuries that littered his once smooth and silky skin.

“you’re still the most beautiful boy i’ve ever seen, jihoon.”

[arayofdawn]

Rating the Bad Boys of Weak Hero

Normally, I rate female characters. But that’d be like 2 people (Queen Lily and Julia). There are, however, loads of bad boys. Not Bad Boys in black leather who are jerks to teen girls, but boys who are a literal, physical danger to those around them. Thus, I shall rate them. My criteria for a good villain is based 100% on my personal opinions but basically: Their removal would affect the plot…

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Weak Hero Chapter 253

Before i read it i feel excited and anticipating. Like ‘holy crap how will their fight end’-anticipating.

But then those images from Baekjin Na’s past appeared and now i feel empty.

Like

He suffered so much i just want good things happened to him

I don’t justify his actions, tho, but yeah, his character gives me a complicated feelings

Ugh why Weak Hero is so well-made i dont understand seopass and razen are a match made in heaven istg!!!

BONUS:

these are my favorite reactions lol

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Weak Hero Chap 254

Bow down to Sieun Yeon after this, you three

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Shut up, you beautiful bitch

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Me loving these jimmy bae screen time on chapter 250

[whisperw]

Moon Hyo-rin, Son Saebyeol, Moon Ki-hyuk, Lee Taehyun, Bae Ji-hoon, and Ahn Minhee, 4 out of these 6 people are more than "just friends." I'll let you figure out who.

I hope it’s not the two Moons. According to my books that’s incest, and very illegal.