#wycheolsu

[darlingahreum]

“ @wycheolsu ”

[wyjieun]

@wycheolsu

Ever since she started attending school at Hogwarts, Potions has been Jieun’s favorite subject. Even in her first year, when many would’ve thought it was flying lessons, with her ambitions of one day making it big in Quidditch, she still preferred Potions, the flying lessons lacking the more competitive aspect that made Quidditch interesting for her. Now that she’s on her last year, it’s important to her that she does well. She’s decent in all her classes, but in Potions, she won’t stop until she’s the best. 

Despite trying her best, Jieun still isn’t satisfied with her performance. She feels as if she can still do better, despite already trying her best. She decides to take matters into her own hands, and approaches professor Bang one day after class, intending on asking for extra credit work.

"Professor? Do you have a moment?” 

[darlingahreum]

@wycheolsu

“Oppa, look at me. I cut my hair.” 

Ahreum tells Cheolsu while they stroll around the Christmas market. She flaunts her now short hair at him and bats her eyelashes too. They decided to come to see the market together for fun and Ahreum being Ahreum, was curious about everything. She held his hand for her own safety. It was better to know he won't leave her alone and that she doesn't have to look like a lonely person. She hated the feeling of being lonely. 

“Do you like my long hair better? Do you think I'm still pretty like this?” Pouting her lips at him like a duck. Trying her best to look cute for him out of habit. It was the best way to get something she does actually want and she wants a lot of things. Like his attention, for example. Also, a duck. But he already said no to it. Why? She doesn't know. 

“If I get a little prettier than I am now will you buy me a duck? I really want one.”

[darlingahreum]

[181110] Ahreum's Instagram Update: 

find the difference! Thank CHU 💚 🦆! ( @wycheolsu )

[kxngjin]

          The raid had been successful, a pristine sanguine reflection that echoes the victors of dawn. sharpened fangs and claws that split a shriek in two, almost too precise... yet, no turns were made when the board folded and dice rolled. it was as if he was destined to win. nothing but a tacky gash that tore at his arm, the fabric growing a slight tint of red as it gradually seeped into the jacket that hung on his shoulders. he looks around the abandoned warehouse, bodies scattered about like legos on a toy stand as a smirk smears across his features. his hand having reached for his phone, calling for his clean up squad to swipe this warehouse clean of evidence. even if it meant having to burn this place down again. 

the following morning he sends a dragon to the same warehouse, have a thorough check of the vicinity as to make sure it was as clean as promised, getting the affirmation he needed only to find that ( @wycheolsu ) had managed to dig his way through the crevices of his slip ups. a sigh leaving him, bullet holes and a singular hand gun that had been left behind. luckily none of which belonged to him. the .380 acp pistol belonging to the snake nest, the same one that had attempted to place a hole through his head now acted as some sort of evidence for the other. he knew the officials always wanted to get their fingers tied around things that didn’t have their names on it, how they thought they were so smart in the ways they handled the underground. an exhausted sigh leaving him, fingers come to massage at his temples, the dragon he had sent prior had been caught and is now a suspect, it was times like these that had made him regret recruiting lost sheep on the road. 

his feet come to rest on the table of his office, fingers come to fiddle with his phone, flipping in between the gaps of his digits, thoughts filling his reverie of the next set of moves he was to play in this never ending game of chess.

[darlingahreum]

Has your muse given pepero before? If so, who did they give it to and how did they respond? Bang Cheolsu ( @wycheolsu ) ; He prefers something SWEETER. 

Over the course of Ahreum and Cheolsu's relationships, they've had plenty of time to date in public but Ahreum, being a celebrity, had to keep her relationship on the low. 

Watching a movie at her apartment, Ahreum sits leisurely on the couch with Cheolsu. Resting her legs over his lap, holding the bowl of popcorn while they watched. Occasionally reaching out to feed Cheolsu so he doesn't have to use his hands. She likes how he keeps her thighs warm with his hands just by the hems of her skirt. Today was a somewhat special occasion since it was a holiday and she already got her fair share of pepero sticks sent by fans to her agency, but she hasn't given Cheolsu his present yet. 

“I'm going to get some soda.” Ahreum says out loud, Cheolsu only glances at her quietly. She doesn't mind him being quiet. He's a man of a few words and it only means she can ramble anytime she wants without being interrupted. Putting away the bowl of popcorn, she leans close to him and nuzzles his cheek with the tip of her nose before jumping off of the couch and off to the kitchen she goes. 

Skipping around, she gets to the kitchen in no time. The fridge is full of all kinds of stuff she likes. Grabbing two cans of soda and a neatly packaged pepero in a box. Hiding it under her shirt, she returns to the living room. “What did I miss?” She asks. “Not much.” He replies as she takes a seat next to him. Placing down the drinks on the coffee table, she tries to make very small movements, scared that the box of pepero she prepared for him would fall or that he might notice that she was keeping something from him. 

Contemplating how to surprise him, she grabs one of the drinks and hands it to him. “Open it for me, oppa. Please~” Cutely asking him to pop the can open for her. Turning to the side immediately she takes out the box and pulls out a piece, placing it in between her lips. Gently biting the uncoated end of the pepero. Ahreum turns to face Cheolsu with the snack between her lips, tapping him by the shoulder so he'd pay attention to her. “Happy Pepero day.” She utters the words that barely made sense because of the snack between her lips. He stares, blinking at her in silence. 

“Hurry!” She points at the stick, expecting him to eat the snack that would end with a cute kiss. Ahreum even closes her eyes and she patiently waits. The box resting now on her lap with his name on it. TO her surprise, he pulls the snack away from her lips and kisses her instead. He's not a big fan of sweets like her but it seemed as if he prefers something sweeter. Which was her. Still, she doesn't complain. 

Giggling in between the kisses. He grabs her by the waist and she moves to get on top of him. Straddling his lap while her lips remained pressed against his own. “I prepared this for you.” Ahreum mumbles softly, lifting the box to show it to him. He smiles at her and soon the box of pepero was already forgotten.

[darlingahreum]

CHEOLSU & AHREUM as HADES & PERSEPHONE; 

❝The Abduction of Persephone. AN AU: ❞

The flowers bloom everywhere she goes. Light continues to spread with every step she takes. Ahreum was told not to wander too far from home. She was told not to walk to the woods alone. The more they told her to stay away from the deep parts of the woods, the more tempted she was to see what lies there. One afternoon, Ahreum found herself wandering towards the deeper parts of the woods. Captivated by the beautiful flowers, she loses track of time and her sense of direction. Cheolsu, the god of the underworld, roams around the woods and finds the young Ahreum crouched down in front of the flowers. He watches her for a long time, before he spoke. 

“You like flowers?” Cheolsu asks, hands behind his back and standing tall in his dark robe. Ahreum turns her head, finding the stranger. She's never quite seen someone like him before. “I do. Do you like flowers too?” She asks, showing no fear for the god of the underworld. “Are you not afraid?” The god asks, but the goddess simply dusts herself off and stands up before turning to him. “What should I be afraid of?” For she brings her own light wherever she goes, it was easy for her to disregard the feeling of fear. “Me.” He finally says. Silence took over her and she continues to stare at him. So dark, so mysterious and everything seemed to lose its life and color around him. 

“I'm not afraid of you.” Ahreum says, bravely taking a step towards Cheolsu and studying his features. Another long silence draws between them. “Why should I be?” She asks curiously and for once, the god of underworld almost breaks into a laughter. The clueless goddess continued to watch him closely. “Everyone is.” He tells her. But again, the goddess was confused. Why fear someone just because they are different? “I guess you can say I'm not like everyone else.” 

With light steps, she retreats towards the flowers, bidding them farewell as she has to go home. As she was about to leave, she finally realizes she doesn't know where she is and how she got there. Cheolsu continues to watch her quietly. “What's wrong?” He asks. “I'm scared.” She finally admits. “Why?” The god, steps closer, wondering if she was scared because she realizes she was alone with him. “I'm lost. I don't know how to go back home.” Biting down her lips, she breaks down in tears and falls to her knees. The sun was already setting and the darkness was slowly eating up the forest, little by little. “I don't know where you live either so I can't take you back home.” The god kneels on one knee, to meet her gaze. Gently brushing her tears away. She looks up to him. 

“Do you like flowers?” Ahreum asks out of the blue. 

Cheolsu couldn't help but break into a small smile. This goddess surely was different from everyone else. “I'm afraid that there are no flowers back home. Thus, I cannot fully give you an answer.” He gently wipes the rest of her tears away. Only to be asked by her once more. “But why?” She asks. “Because the sun doesn't shine in the Underworld.” He looks at her in the eyes, waiting for fear to settle in her features. He waited and waited, but there was nothing. “Your home would be dull without flowers,” Ahreum tells him, a sigh escaping her lips. 

Cheolsu stands up and offers his hand out to the young goddess. While she amuses him greatly, it was time for her to go home. She doesn't hesitate to take his hand, springing back up to her feet. The pair walks around the woods, looking for Ahreum's way back home. She tells him about the flowers she grows back home and how she talks to plants, in hopes that they will grow well. She asks him about his home and how different it was. He tells her that there's nothing but darkness in the underworld. “Flowers would make your home beautiful.” She tells him. “I'm afraid they won't survive that long.” He replies. With the more familiar she got around the woods, it dawns to her that they soon will have to part. 

Seeing the light of her home in a distance, she halts her pace. Cheolsu, turns to her, wondering why the other had stopped. 

“Will I see you again?” She asks. He takes a breath as he thinks. “I'm not quite sure. I don't quite belong here.” Cheolsu tells Ahreum. A heavy heart lies inside her chest upon the thought of maybe, just maybe, she wont be able to see him again. Ahreum nods her head, soft dark locks falling over her shoulder. She stands before him, ready to bid him farewell, but the words just won't come out. So she smiles and slowly walks back towards the light. The gap between them grows. Till they both stopped walking. He calls her name and she was already looking at him. 

“Ahreum, do you think you can talk to the flowers to survive longer in the underworld?” He asks, hopeful eyes watching her, waiting for her answer. “Of course.” She replies and dashes towards him, tugging on her long dress as she ran. Ahreum trips and Cheolsu safely catches her in his arms. Her laughter fills the air. 

“For a goddess, you are quite clumsy.” Cheolsu sweeps her off of her feet and holds her close to his chest as he walks back into the woods. “Do you have any food in the underworld?” Ahreum inquires. “Yes.” Cheolsu replies calmly. 

“We have pomegranates down there.” 

“Will you give me some?” 

“Should I?” 

“Yes.”