#jnqz

[thvms-prk-blog]

[ msg ; wifeu ] jolly ranchers are now extinct

[ ✉️ → master ] the world is ending 

[ ✉️ → master ] what is life without jolly ranchers

[ ✉️ → master ]  who am i 

[ ✉️ → master ] call 119 quick

[thvms-prk-blog]

[ msg ; wifeu ] Wife. I require your assistance ASAP.

[ ✉️ → master ] what’s the password

[ ✉️ → master ] it starts with a j and ends with olly ranchers

[deathxyeongjin]

jnqz:

[ msg ; googlejin ] Not yet… [ msg ; googlejin ] Are you going to plot my death—  [ msg ; googlejin ] Just reminding you that I can’t actually die— [ msg ; googlejin ] So pls save the effort—

[ text: fearsome ] Why haven't you gotten it, I really need it before Christmas! [ text: fearsome ] I still have to wrap it up nicely and I'm not sure how I'll do that without giving it away.

[death-ilhoon]

jnqz:

Ilhoon’s presence brings tranquility and Fear is smitten by the stance the baby dragon has on him. He smiles and wills himself back from being seduced by the woeful expression his friend has on his face, and instead, sits up from his seat and follows suit in grace. Ilhoon is his dearly beloved, and not in the same way he describes Chanhee because his love for Fate is opposing, not adoring like he is with Ilhoon. Nevertheless, Fear is lulled forward and he perches his elbows on the dragon’s knees, face amused and delighted, while he rests his chin in the palms of his hands.

“Ilhoon, what brings you here? It’s been a while…” He converses in small talk, not out of politeness but because he’s missed the other so much, his nonexistent heart is literally on the edge, ready to fall. “I was afraid you’d forgotten all about me.”

Falling, he says. Ilhoon is falling. And that fills Fear up with so much curiosity, he’s almost damned. “You’re falling? What do you mean?”

Ilhoon wasn’t sure if teasing his friend was such a good idea but the way the younger had his elbows on his knees and the way he was looking at him made his heart thud a few times stronger. A blush dusted across his face, lips sinking in with fangs bearing out timidly, Ilhoon glanced away. He couldn’t help the smile that had managed to drag the corners of his lips upwards, nice and steady, as he nudged his companion’s forehead with his index finger. They’ve been friends for a long time now yet every time they met or caught each other’s gaze, Ilhoon’s heart would be trampled over by something strange, something heavy, almost as if something was weighing down on his chest and sending him towards something he wasn’t quite sure if he was looking forward to or not.

Regardless, he laughed, voice ringing and singing through his ears and he wondered when was the last time he had this much fun. Fear has that effect on him and much to his naivety, perhaps it had always been like that – even when he had Chanhee. “I was thinking of scaring you with something that sounds mysterious and angsty but I guess it doesn’t really work on something that is fear, right? Did you miss me?”

[thvms-prk-blog]

[ msg ; wifeu ] Is he bigger than me?

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[ ✉️ → master ] if you give me a jollyrancher he isn’t 

[ ✉️ → master ] no? okay then, he is

[deathxdaehyun-blog]

jnqz:

"That’s a good question," he hums in response. What happened to her, indeed? Though Jungkook couldn’t quite remember anything past the part where he openly ripped her stomach out—ah, yes, the memories came flushing back like a hurricane tearing apart his thoughts, Jungkook cocked his head and shrugged with a lop-sided smirk. "I think it’s safe to say that I did, heh."

"Wow, no respect for the living, do you?" Or sympathy; he pitied those who had gotten warped up in the world of Jeon Jungkook because Fear was Fear and the end result was as deadly as playing with fire itself. "You didn't let her go, did you?" Daehyun raised a brow in question, mind mulling over obvious answers because Jungkook was merciless and he really shouldn't expect an answer other than yes.