#tofore

[angerify]

❝ … this is the cheesiest thing i’ve heard from you. ❞ㅤ/ㅤhaejin at seonwoo 😼

the air is cool and tinged with wet scent of the earth ─ the sea silent and tamed after a passing storm . in front of them . seonwoo recognizes the exact same rock because she once said it looked like a seal . seated on the same rock , haejin's nose is red . doesn't know why seonwoo brought him here but he isn't exactly complaining . whatever's brewing between them is far from casual now , or academic , or professional . this beach is far away from their university . he's sure nobody would recognize them if they wandered around , he sits on the higher part of the rock while haejin sits lower .

i've kissed you on this rock in your past life .

why did he say that ? what did he even mean ? seonwoo tightens his jaw and forces himself to meet haejin's eyes when he looks up at him . forces himself not to cower away from the eye contact for once ─ his response is joking . lighthearted as it should be , can't blame him for thinking seonwoo is simply being playful . he shifts . legs either sides of haejin's arms , cold winds don't reach his cheeks anymore . ‘ and it was our first kiss too . ‘ seonwoo murmurs from above and behind him , leans in with his hands in his pockets and breathing his words in haejin's hair . he doesn't dare to hold him , this whole arrangement is still wrong but he can't help himself . eventually , his arms are snaking around the younger's shoulders . warmth embracing him , he breathes in the scent of shampoo , his eyes close and all he can imagine is .. her . haejin : with her voice , with her laugh , with her hands .

* blood and darkness. accepting

[joh-eun-gae]

— ᴍᴏᴏɴᴊᴏʟɪɢʜᴛ ꜱᴏɴᴀᴛᴀ ↪ @tofore

Jagiya... Crazy. Sensitive. Too soft. Weird. There's nothing wrong. It's all in your imagination. These people are strange for strangers. The neon lights of the city, as opposed to the crickets and starry skies in the country, were supposed to be the promised Garden... but Hell has neighbours, and Jong-woo is a resident within the flames now. Cats hiss and yowl outside in the alleys, teenagers spit venomous words and the mentally unwell cackle and babble in the hall. They fail to see the bumps on the crown of his skull, threatening to grow horns. Jagiya —

His dreams are unkind now, though they had never often been gentle. There has always been something crawling beneath his skin. A devilish creature rolls within his gut, and the longer he interacts with these people in Eden, the more he is told to smile by his friend boss, the more he has to smell the metallic stench of raw, sour meat in the kitchen, so strong he can taste it... the more that creature wants to rip through the cage of his chest; snapping, snarling, glistening fangs, drool dripping blood pooling on tongue he wants wants, wants, wants, needs, needs, kill, kill, die, die, die die die die die die —

Should I kill you now? Tell me, jagiya... how should I kill you?

Jong-woo wakes with a start, a sharp inhaled gasp caught in his throat to the point of coughing and spluttering as he shoots up to a sitting position. Ripping the earbuds from his ears and grabbing his phone, Jong-woo pauses the music he'd fallen asleep to and groans upon inspection of the time. It's far too early to start his day, and far too late to do anything productive. Handsome young man - he knows he won't fall asleep again now. Not now that he's dreamed of blood and gore. Not now that he's dreamed of dilated pupils, staring, unblinking, beneath a shield of black hair and a grotesque smile.

A thick swallow, and Jong-woo shifts in place for a moment, contemplation etched in every line of his expressive face. A heaved sigh. He's tired, so his accent is thicker now. Busan country dialect rich with life. Goin' nowhere at this hour. Nowhere but the kitchen. Some water may help... from the tap, because something in the bottles lately makes him dizzy.

Kitchen. Cup. Water. Sip. Disgusted groan. Sip. Frustrated grumble. Sip.

He leans against the counter heavily, bent at the waist and forehead touching the cool countertop while he contemplates even going into work this morning. He can't smile anymore. His jaw hurts as much as his dignity. Cup shoved aside, he shifts one hand, thumb between teeth to chew at the flesh next to his nail. Nervous habit. Keeps him grounded. It takes far too long for him to feel the presence in the room with him. He starts, bouncing on his toes once like a startled cat before tilting his head to acknowledge the presence. " I'm not in the mood to talk. I'm goin' back to bed soon. " Leave me alone, you crazy fucking bastard.