#jongdaeofthedead

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The silence and darkness of death is a scary thing, indeed. But it isn’t scary for long.  Little glimmers sparkle and shine in the inky black of space, and soon, you’re watching stars, planets, galaxies be formed, live, and die, all around you. Such is the circle of life. It’s deafeningly quiet until suddenly, you hear a sweet laugh. It starts off like powdered sugar, light and barely there, but it grew closer and the complexity of it, like a perfected buttercream, could be heard. You didn’t know why you didn’t see her before, but suddenly, she was before you.  Her dress was one with the universe around the two of you. At one time, you thought that space was nothing but an endless sea of black, but you couldn’t have been more incorrect. The universe was a wonderful blast of the most amazing colors, and you’re awed, but as you meet her eyes....all you feel is warmth...and the nostalgic feeling of returning home.  “My pup...You’ve grown so much...You must be weary, please...come here. Come into the arms of your Mother.”

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Out Of Context :)

“or, in that one instance, taehyung in present time as of now moaning in my damn ear like a fucking INCUBUS”

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VISIT

When you sit in the doctor’s office, most of what you think about is related to the things you think he’s going to ask, and what you think you’re going to answer. There are a lot of possible combinations - and all of them will be rendered completely meaningless as soon as you enter the room.

The psychiatrist always has different questions on their own mind - questions you don’t necessarily want to answer. And it’s always in some cold, clinical manner that makes you squirm in your cushy chair.

The waiting room is the worst because you know that he knows you’re there, and he knows that you know that he knows, but there’s always a gap. There’s always that long pause where he might be with another patient or he might be playing Solitaire on his computer. You can’t know - all you can do is think.

Very seldom will you find someone else around your own age adjacent to you in such a waiting room, and even more rare will you find yourself speaking to them. It’s easier to deal with your own feelings in silence, isn’t it?

He eyes his neighbor wearily, tired already of this day, despite it being a long time coming.

“What’re you in for?”

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You ever gotten a picture of something that wasn't there in real life? Like Ghosts or orbs?

was seoul always this abrupt and curious? didn't some girl (woman? lady? sehun should have at least glanced at her face) express her curiosity just yesterday? people, he can get along with just fine, but it still confuses him over how non-stereotypical the culture has become. grandfather thoughts. traditional? maybe he's being an overt ass.

"not really. they're more of a lighting thing."

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We’re Wolfmen

He truly did love his job. Coffee had become such a central part of his life, and it was a return to normalcy to smell the coffee beans, to grind them himself, to brew them, and make every customer’s day a little easier to deal with.  He came home that night, a bright smile upon his face as he walked out of his beloved shop, seeing the familiar face waiting for him, just as he had been for months. The autumn had fallen into winter, and he pulled his coat over himself a little tighter. “It’s good to see you... Did you have a good day?” he asked, and his smile couldn’t be any happier to see the other. 

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You haven't even touched your food. What's going on? (Meme)

He’d been pushing around his food all night, nothing ever actually being eaten other than a couple nibbles. He was absorbed in his own world as he rested his fork on his plate, and he jumped as he heard Jongdae’s voice. Those beautiful brown eyes moved to Jongdae, a bit wide at not expecting the question. “N-Nothing’s going on,” he murmured softly, taking a bite, trying to alleviate the worry from him. Honestly, he’d been worried a lot lately over what happened when he became a wolf. He couldn’t remember any of it, and he wondered if he’d hurt people before Jongdae could have hoped to find him. He wondered if he terrorized children, or made men and women alike step away from him. He’d always been so sweet and so kindhearted…and now he was a monster. He hated himself for it. “You shouldn’t be so worried,” he waved off, taking another bite just to show that he was fine. 

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