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[cnxjennie-blog]

a winter’s tale;

boring dinner parties are bearable. boring dinner parties with bad alcohol? unacceptable. jennie couldn’t even drink enough wine to get her drunk enough to find this dinner remotely entertaining. the atmosphere was stifling – nobody seemed to be particularly interested in talking to anybody and everybody seemed uncomfortable. she supposed most of the people were here to see mr yang himself, and not for some social gathering. but it’s been long enough since she’s been seated at the ballroom, and the main attraction doesn’t seem to be appearing any time soon?

bored out of her mind, jennie slipped out of her seat, not even bothering to be inconspicuous as she made her way out of the ballroom. nobody was talking to her anyway (and it wasn’t as if she was going to reply them if they attempted to), so why not take a walk around the mansion and find some of mr yang’s greatest possessions that probably caught the eye of mummy dearest? maybe she could steal some watches and sell them, get some extra allowance.

just as she was about to push one of the many doors along the hallway open, she hears a blood-curdling scream that sends a chill straight down her spine, nearly losing her hold on her wine glass. she hears some shuffling and a lot of commotion and jennie proceeds with caution towards the origin of the noise. there’s a crowd in front of one of the rooms and jennie has to tiptoe a little to see what’s going on. she doesn’t see the whole thing, only a glimpse of mr yang’s corpse, but it was enough to cause her entire body to stiffen, fingers slackening and wine glass falling towards the ground, red wine staining the carpet. jennie stumbles backwards until her back hits the wall. she’s vaguely registering the noise around her, aware that there’s a blizzard going on outside, that the telephone lines weren’t working and that they were all trapped… with the murderer.

clearing her throat, jennie straightens up and walks away from the crime scene. she’s trying not to show it, but she was scared out of her wits. but jennie doesn’t fear anything, and she will never expose her vulnerability in front of others. come what may but she was going to survive this, even if she was going to have to stain her own hands with blood.

[mghxwoobin]

The lights had long gone out in his apartment. He knew it was a breaker for his place, but he didn’t bother getting out of bed to fix it. He kind of enjoyed the silence and the darkness threatening to suffocate him. It relaxed him in a way. 

His phone buzzed on the bedside table, but it was the light that made him look. A text from his sister. He smiled at reached to unlock his phone and reply. 

Mom said to text you because it’s late and she doesn’t seem to understand that texting doesn’t bother sleeping people. You know mom. Technology is too new school for her. 

He sends back I’m sleeping and you bothered me but sends another with what he assumed was a playful emoji (why do they exist at all, he wondered), and put his phone back. It wasn’t late; it was still early in his night-owl routine. Yet, he was in bed, in the dark, and not remotely tired.