behind the mask

yook sungjae, attractive asshole (he knows), nineteen, nephilim child ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ [ May have 18+ themes. ]

[yooxjae]

[yooxjae]

aware of her surroundings. It was only when she bumped into something hard and solid and almost tumbled backwards (having closed her eyes for longer than necessary as she had yawned) that she was back on alert. The moment the dark hues of her eyes lay on the taller guy in front of her, she took a step back to bow apologetically, murmuring in a flustered manner. "I'm sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going."

Having just come back from a hunt, he was not looking his best. Every inch of skin visible — his neck, face, hands — were caked with demon blood, the stench almost unbearable. The young Shadowhunter definitely wanted a nice bath. Hopefully, the bathroom will be as clean as it was before he left home. Knowing his roommate and parabatai, he felt stupid for even hoping for that. Earlier, he had carved a rune that shielded him from mundanes so that no one would see his well…charming state.

He hopped off of the bus, walking straight towards the apartment complex that was further up a long flight of stairs. Jogging up, he counted how many stairs there was. A habit he had developed over the years. At the last step, he almost fell back but due to his quick reflexes, he had gripped the girl who had approached him. Only to remember that he was not visible to her so he wills himself to be visible once more. “It’s alright,” he whispers as he slowly let his gaze roam over her small frame. Some of the blood had clung to her clothes and it did not loo pretty. But she sure did.  ”I wasn’t watching either. Though I hope I did earlier,” he said with a smile slowly curling his lips upward. 

[yooxjae]

Tonight was one of those nights when Naeun's schedules had taken longer than expected, so it had been in the wee hours of the morning already when the female had finally managed to call it a day and excuse herself to go back to her dorm for some well deserved, albeit short, rest. It wasn't far to her apartment complex and with no taxi being in sight, she chose to just walk home instead of pointlessly waiting for nothing. Earbuds plugged into her ears and eyes half closed, Naeun had not been

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[zyings-blog]

[ TEXT // Jae-oppa ▷ 8:31PM ]

— ah i’m so excited. does it incorporate coffee? c:

After sending the last text, she waited around for his text back. To no avail. Why wasn’t he replying? All she wanted to know was what new cheesecake he was making, because, like she had said many times before, homemade cheesecakes, or rather “SUngjae-made” cheesecakes were her absolute favorite in the world. Suzy’s phone buzzed once again, and she frowned, looking at the message on the screen of her phone. Open up? That sounded like something he would say if he was trying to make her eat something she didn’t wan — oh! Her mouth fell open for a second before she was off her bed, racing down the hallway to open the front door for him.

"You can text me but you can’t open the door by yourself?" She asked, smiling at her roommate, the tone of her voice teasing. 

[yooxjae]

Sungjae was stronger than an average mundane. Tall and fairly built, many have commented that he would have suited being a model had it not been for his "choice" of profession. Though, of course, the twenty-year-old preferred the thrill and suspense that hunting provided him with. It was, after all, the only thing he was the best in. Other than cooking, of course. So the young Shadowhunter carried seven plastic bags filled with all the goodies a little kid could ever ask for. Somehow, he manages to climb up the stairs and reach their apartment with his load. Though his arms were slightly moaning and pain. 

Once he is in front of their door, he takes away the bags on his other hand and transfers it to his other. His hand now free, he fishes his phone from his pocket and sends Suzy a quick text. He waited for her to open up. While he did, he somehow found amusement in bending his knees as he held the plastic bags in each hand, counting how many he could do before his parabatai opened up. He was half-way through standing when she opens up. Naturally, his lips curl in a smile and if someone knew him better than the girl in front of him did, they would know that it was the most genuine smile he could ever muster. "Well," he began, gesturing at the plastic bags he was carrying. "I only have two hands."

After he says this, he passes by her, catching a whiff of her perfume and always, a strong scent of black coffee, that were, as he sometimes described it, as black as her soul. Though of course, he knew that her soul was probably better than his. "So, I was thinking that we can watch a really bad mundane film. I've heard that Twilight was the best in that category." The bags were heavily put on top of the counter and he searches for the plastic that had, what he knew, would make her smile the most. When he found it, he couldn't help but smile smugly, taking it out first before he took out the other things he bought. "Why don't you come here and help me?"

[rejinx-deactivated20131226]

"Some girls." She quickly interjected, watching every flicker over emotion that decorated his visage. For she had been trained to be observant, extremely observant and even if she didn’t understand things, to take note of them for they may be useful in the future. Although, she did not expect him to sudden take his leave. Instead of reacting in a surprised or even indifferent manner, the female smiled coyly and she allowed him to bow. It was only after he spoke, did she respond. "You mustn’t be such a busy man if you have to time introduce yourself to strangers on the street, or are you simply making a getaway as I rejected your arm and this somehow impacts your ego?" She masked her expression in innocence, tilting her head in a curious fashion. She was competitive by nature; almost too competitive. She couldn’t bare for him to have the last word, let alone believe she was intrigued by him. "It has been somewhat pleasant to meet you also, and if the Fates are kind to you, you will never see me again." The female curtseyed theatrically as she spoke almost cryptically— nodding her head once before she turned on her heels.

[yooxjae]

His lips curl into a devious smile. There were two reactions to this tactic of his. Some were brave (or desperate, he never quite figured out which of the two to describe those girls) to confront him or follow after him. Though, more often than not, there were girls who will simply go on their way, pretending as if he had not affected them in any way. Just like Jinx, the girl who was now curtsying for him. He was not lying when he said he was a busy man. There was a always a demon or two -- or more -- that needed slaying in this area. That much was sure so he could leave her and pretend they never met. Though Sungjae, as bored as he was today, simply decided that he'll let her win tis round. He was sure there were plenty of rounds to be won today. Approaching her, he takes her and gently, pulling her back. His features changes, head bowed down so he looked down. Like a born actor, he puts on a mask that will invoke pity in any female. He wished for the same effect to be awakened in the woman whose hand he held right now. "Accompany me for today," he says. And even without a please he sounded as if he said it. "I would appreciate the company.

[byunxbaekd-blog]

“In the abyss you create your own light.” 

Tempted by sin, then lured by the devil Baekhyun found himself wingless, powers revoked and sent to Earth for a second chance. Balancing on the middle ground of an angel and a demon, he roams around Seoul, South Korea in search of the one person God has instructed him to find     his keeper, the holder of his light.

In the eyes of the world he’s Byun Baekhyun, EXO’s weird main vocal, but in the eyes of few he’s Baek      the fallen angel in search of his key. Tell me, could it be you?

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[zyings-blog]

[ TEXT // Jae-oppa ▷ 8:1PM ]

— non existent? that’s a lie, jae, and you know it.

[ TEXT // Jae-oppa ▷ 8:11PM ] — because you love me, don’t lie c;

[ TEXT // Jae-oppa ▷ 8:17PM ] — YOU’RE MAKING CHEESECAKE?????????????? 

[yooxjae]

◣ TEXT — Suzbutt ✔ sent 08.30 PM ◥

↳ yes, i plan on making one this weekend. i've found a rather nice recipe online that might be nice to apply to our cheesecake.

◣ TEXT — Suzbutt ✔ sent 09.00 PM ◥

↳ open up

[ex-whxtaemin-deactivated2015031]

  [ / he makes a face when being described as ‘surprisingly normal’ but quickly brushes it away after hearing your words, only leaving an amused smile on his lips. ] Well, I’d offer you my friendship but a lollipop is such a measly reward. [ / crosses his arms, shifting his weight to one foot. ] How about a trip to the convenience store where you get us banana milk and I spike yours, steal your lollipop and run away before you come to your sense? .. Then, maybe, I’ll consider being your friend.

[yooxjae]

{ ; brow faintly raised, he listens to the stranger's offer, smile amused as he sizes him up, knowing that he would most definitely out-run him -- not to mention, catch him in the process if he ever steals his sweets -- but nonetheless, he decides to play with, nodding } Deal. There is one just a few blocks away from here. Let's see if you might be able to...execute your "devious" plan. { ; he shakes his head as he starts walking, not waiting for the other male to catch up to him }

[rejinx-deactivated20131226]

Shaking her head, she declined his offer. For it was better, not only for herself yet also for the safety of this possibly innocent male, for her to not be touched by someone she barely knew. “Do I have to cling on to your arm? I am quite capable of walking alongside you—” Pausing for a mere second, she allowed herself a moment to surmise their situation thus far. He seemed incredibly outgoing; which was clearly connected to his ego. However, he was willing to whisk her away without knowing anything about her apart from her name. There was something else, and more often than not her hunches would be confirmed. It was a superstitious skill she had acquired during her many years on the job. Her eyes remained firmly locked upon his, her smile only faint. “I’d rather hear the details of this Yook Sungjae before taking part in whatever this ‘good time’ may be.”

[yooxjae]

"Ouch," Sungjae remarks, taking his arm away from the female, choosing to dig his hands inside his pockets, quite offended that his gentlemanly offer was rejected by such a beautiful girl. "The word cling is a far too heavy word. I was simply being a gentleman. I thought girls appreciated that. Guess not." He merely shrugs like he does so many times in his life. Shrugging off almost everything that cease to have meaning in his already busy life. Perhaps this meeting with the lovely girl in front of him would be one of many forgotten -- no, not forgotten but merely...set aside. As he gaze into her eyes, her request for him to share a part of himself made the smile on his lips become faint, barely there. The mask he had on him at this moment hardened and he chooses to laugh -- because his reactions were not merely by impulse, they were quick and analytical -- this off. "You might find a lot more about me if you had come with me. But it seems that," He pauses, lifting his wrist so he could gaze at his clock that was broken far too long ago. "Time is ticking and my offer has expired. I might not look it, but I am a busy man." He sweeps his arm in a graceful manner, bowing. "It has been a pleasure to meet you. If Fate allows it, we might meet again."

[yooxjae]

[amaranthinedevil]

A sadistic sociopath. An author. The man who enjoys tea and cake with a good book on a rainy day.

A vampire that has seen centuries of history first hand and the blood of his innumerable victims seep between his fingers. His name is Sen Mitsuji. Manipulative. Heartless. Intelligent. Hungry.

He’s always hungry. Don’t trust the charming smile and the dimples. He’s already planning your death. You’d better run.  Was that a hint of fang?  Too late.

Much like the calm before a storm, he stalks the corners of the world, patiently waiting as predators do as he searches for his prey. The arid sense of disdain masked by his dimpled smile and often witty nature. It had been one century too long and he’d seen it all. Everything was so dreadfully…boring. He needed something or someone to excite him…

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[ssultre-deactivated20131001]

Choi Jin Ri. Of age. f(x).

There are so many things a person can conform to in order to stand out among a sea of carbon copies of the next person, but what is popularity, really? They say if the moon loves you, why worry about earning the adoration of stars. I value quality over quantity, so if you agree that the little number counter to the left doesn’t define your worth, let’s build a story. Thank you in advance.

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[yooxjae]

{ // those mornings i died —

“You’ll learn that, as time passes by, their rules will bind you in an endless spiral of pain and death. And by the end of the road, you, my son, will simply be an empty vessel. For too much death is never good for anyone. I know this best.”

Sungjae tries. He’s really gotten used to it now. He closes his eyes, suck in a long breath and locks his lungs. In those few moments, he stops breathing. His mind is blank with only the thought of “Ah, I’m going to die if I hold it even longer”.

In his morning walks, he spend it in this park far, far away from the city. This early only two to four cars pass by now and then. The air is cool, especially at this time of the day. Above him, even behind his closed lids, he knows that the sky is the color of the night, with specks of warmth seeping through the cold.

Ten…

Fifteen…

Seconds pass yet it feels like more. Time has frozen, waiting for him to push himself further – hold his breath longer until there was no breath left. Birds chirp in the background, the sound of a stream nearby is calming as he panicked, his adrenaline rising. He fights the urge to let go, to breathe in sweet oxygen and let it fill his lungs so that he’s alive once again.

Twenty-five…

Twenty-six…

Twenty-seven…

Twenty-eight…

He opens his eyes as he feels warmth burn his skin. He feels alive but he knows he’s close to dying. Bordering on life and death, much like his everyday life fighting demons that were thought to only exist in dreams, comic books, tv series and whatnot by mundanes. 

"It's the only thing I'm good at, Dad."

A middle-aged man with stoic features -- all sharp contours and lines, a jagged scar starting from the bridge of his nose down to his jawline ruining his once handsome face. He looks at the young boy in front of him, disapproval clearly read in his features. Piercing eyes meet those of one burning with desire and desperation. 

"Then your future is dark, my son."

Thirty...

Thirty-two...

He parts his lips, choking on air. He coughs, his body lifting from the grass and in seconds, he heaves a large amount of air. His lungs expand, and he is alive again. Tears sting the corners of his eyes as he lays there, arms outstretched from either side of him. His chest heaves and he is soon blinded by the sun. Sungjae thinks that today will be a good day but dismisses the thought because any day for a Shadowhunter was a day filled with death and pain. Just like his father said.

He pulls himself up, checking his phone. Suzy doesn't look for him at these times. She was probably on her way to bed right now. His parabatai hardly fell asleep before three am unless she could. Sometimes he wishes he could bring her along, to take her with him on his little adventures but Sungjae knows it’s impossible. With a sigh, he brushes away the grass on his leather pants and starts walking back to his motorcycle. When he hops on, he doesn't take his helmet on and drives away.

The cold morning air cuts thin lines against his cheek. It was cold and Sungjae wanted to crawl to his bed and sleep until the sky is tainted with a golden shine. Until he had to put on his gear and face the monsters of his life. His inner monsters had to wait for later.

In half an hour he stops in front of the apartment complex. This early, a train was already passing the tracks, making it shake. There were more cars in the city. The sound of their blaring horns and horns seemed far too loud for him. He was glad he was a heavy sleeper or else he would have cursed at the irresponsible drivers that caused a ruckus so early in the morning. He jogs up the stairs to their floor.

Their floor because Sungjae hardly knew the people who lived in the apartments beside them despite saying good morning, hello, good evening and exchanging brief conversations with them. Their floor because for him, it was just the two of them in his little world.

The door creaks as he opens it even if he was careful out of habit. The younger girl might wake up and he didn't want to disrupt her slumber. He closes it behind him gently, locking it. As he pads his way to the kitchen, opening his sweets cabinet, he grabs a lollipop, unwrapping it and pops it in his mouth. The house was a mess, as usual. Unwashed dishes piled up in the sink. The pillows on the sofa, as he passed by it, were on the floor. There was a packet of opened but unfinished chips on top of the counter and a cup of coffee. Black, he knew, from the scent of it that lingered in the air.

Rolling his sleeves up, he starts cleaning, making sure that he wasn't loud as he washed the dishes. He doesn't stop until the apartment is spotless and smells of citrus. "Is she even a girl..." He asks to himself for the umpteenth time, shaking his head with a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. 

Unbuttoning his shirt, he makes his way towards her room, opening the door slightly, enough to see her sleeping soundly. She looked peaceful like this and Sungjae's face changes. The usual tension in his jaw was gone, his walls crumbling down. His body relaxes as he hears the faint sound of her breathing and he closes his eyes, matching his breathing with hers. She didn't know but the reason he was still breathing to this day, after his daily routine of almost killing himself was her.

He lived for their hunts, banters and making their coffee and food.

He closes the door and pads his way towards his room. Clean and minimalistic. Just like him. He throws himself deep inside his covers, rolling in the scent of home and surrounding himself with pillows (an alarming amount of them at that) and wishes to wake up with the smell of newly brewed coffee.

[zyings-blog]

[ TEXT // Jae-oppa ▷ 8:07PM ]

— that’s not my problem that you don’t remember now, is it? i remember, and if you don’t remember the taste, i cant help you there! c:

[ TEXT // Jae-oppa ▷ 8:08PM ] — THERE AREN’T ANY STRAWBERRIES LEFT??????? WHAT IS THIS. THIS IS A CONSPIRACY. D: and okay

[yooxjae]

◣ TEXT — Suzbutt ✔ sent 08.10 PM ◥

↳ i was hoping you'd help me there, suz... you break my non-existent heart

◣ TEXT — Suzbutt ✔ sent 08.15 PM ◥

↳ yeah, i know. total conspiracy. i need some to make my cheesecake. anyways, we have other things to eat so calm yourself

[yooxjae]

whxtaemin said: [ / quirks his brows in amusement, only briefly waving a hand in response before subconsciously mirroring your pose and stuffs his hands in his pocket. ] I wouldn’t exactly count myself as a goodie-two-shoes. Where’d you get the candy?

{ ; brings his hands together, clapping, the corner of his lips tilting up in a small smile } Really? Well you're surprisingly normal. Which is good. { ; takes the lollipop out of his mouth, sucking on it } I always have one with me. But-- { ; he pauses, putting his hand up in the air in a 'stop' motion } Before you ask, I only give to friends. And since we're nowhere close to that, no, you may not have.

[btobsgirl]

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[yooxjae]

taeminjjang started following you

kimxhyxna started following you

whxtaemin started following you

 Another batch of misfits or goodie-two-shoes? { ; cranes his neck, signature smirk in place as he rolled his tongue against a lollipop, hands deep in his pockets } Hi there.