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[jiyeogn-blog]

TEXT TO: ❪ open. ❫

JI-YEONG: can i photograph you?

JI-YEONG: there's a gallery that wants some of my work, but they want some more portraits

JI-YEONG: so...

[jinhxx]

        sugar and alcohol was the kind of combination that could persuade jinhee to go anywhere, putting aside the fact that parties were one of his main attractions ----- scratch the fact that jinhee h a t e s interacting with any other human being alive, he will pass easy by any party if he's really interested in the alcohol there. halloween parties were the kind of mess he didn’t compromise to, though. despite the immeasurable amount of sweets, he just thought the m a d n e s s wasn’t worth it. yet there he was, with a red cup of something he couldn’t remember any more in hand, but that made his tongue tingle with sweet taste and his throat complain of the burning left behind by the liquor. ‘ but of course i'm up with the party. my face is already a costume, it's going to be the first thing you'll see when you get to the gates of hell. ’ his lips twitch in a sarcastic smile and he tilts his head toward the stairs leading to the upper floor. ' don’t be a pussy, let's hunt down some demons. ’

[songmvri-blog]

— ❛  HER EYES WERE shutting close, her head was pouding -- but it was only three in the afternoon and the sun hasn’t even set yet, meaning that she still had quite a long journey ahead of her. mari had been sitting at the cafe for what felt like hours, when, in reality, it has only passed forty minutes. she sighed, palms pressed flat against her cheeks, body craving caffeine and her mind craving a way of escaping; but before it could form any plan, she heard her name being called, and she watched as her cup of tea was snatched -- swapped, leaving something else on top of the counter. she got up in a rush, “ excuse me. ” she cleared her throat, once, twice. “ excuse me, i believe you got something that is mine. ”

[xuleism-blog]

* ghost proof, baby

halloween event 001.

such grandiosity is probably where most expected him to have grown up inside, the allegedly haunted mansion as intimidating as one would assume, and his suited form is certainly out of place inside of the spacious habitation. now lei doesn’t like to spoil the fun, ( hence why he even showed up in the first place ) but the boy has also never really been one for ghosts and shit, knowing he’s seen scarier sights in the streets of gwangsan: his neighbour changing with the window open fully, baring a less than sightly nude frontal image, angry ex’s wielding sharp butcher knives, large men with larger dogs chasing after his form. the list goes on, and really, what’s so scary about a dead victorian lady whispering your name anyways ? the key word, to lei, is that they’re dead. that means they can’t possibly do anything to him, right ?

so he decides to tempt fate, shifting past the masses of chattering people he has absolutely no intention of joining, already making a beeline for the most active scene of the house - the basement. the place certainly plays the part, creaky steps leading downwards into a room semi occupied with only the bravest of souls, a flickering light and a pipe dripping somewhere to the left of the room. what takes him off guard is the ouija board laying aimlessly on the dusted table, untouched, practically begging for somebody reckless to use it. somebody like LEI.  ‘ pssst. look what i found. ’  he calls mischievously to the person besides him, or anybody really. the dead lady could even respond at this point, but nothing was going to stop him from doing it, because hey, it looked fun in the movies. ‘ i’m gonna see if this place is haunted once and for all. you wanna join ? ’ 

[jiyeogn-blog]

TEXT TO: ❪ open. ❫

JI-YEONG: i have a question...

JI-YEONG: is it normal to feel really hot all the time?

JI-YEONG: i feel extremely hot right now, and i don't know why or when it started or when it's going to end.

[songmvri-blog]

💬 txt  —  ???

mari: why do i feel dumb by wearing a costume now

mari: anyway, let's get drunk enough to not thinking about it

mari: i deserve it

mari: just tell me what we are going to do and it will be done

[jiyeogn-blog]

ji-yeong wanders aimlessly around gwangsan-- in search of nothing at all, but still looking, always looking. twisting his finger around a loose string coming from his sweater, his eyes danced around the street he’s walking down, taking in the flickering signs and grimy walls around him. the town is dreary as all hell, but having grown up in the town, he’d learned to appreciate its... unique kind of beauty. as he settles into a rhythm, ji begins to hum a familiar tune to the beat-- perhaps something his mother used to sing to him when he was younger ? whatever the tune was, he can’t identify it. finally snapping back to reality, he looks up and realizes where he is-- the coffee shop. he must’ve turned up there by habit. ducking inside without looking, he immediately bumps into someone stepping out of the shop. ‘ aaa ! so sorry ! ’ he apologizes immediately, stumbling backwards. ‘ are you okay ? ’

[chonarae-blog]

unlike most of the gwangsan citizens narae had never really celebrated halloween, out of all the holidays it was one of which her mother had deemed unnecessary - never having had time to sow up a costume for the girl or to paint her face. therefor the girl had ended up with some weird disassociation to the holiday, it hadn’t even come up to her to go to the haunted house party until she had seen endless snapchat stories of it. the brunette had put on a last minute costume, which was really just a dark blue skirt and a police officer’s blouse. as usual the girl made a flattering entrance, feeling as if she was being purposely tripped by one of the ghosts that apparently haunted this house she landed right against another party-goer, spilling the drink they were holding over the both of them. ‘ oh god ! i’m so so sorry ! ’