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lukawr:

“anything new in that one?” luka drawls out from his usual place on the floor, shiwoo sitting beside him, his back pressed to the frame of his bed. he reaches back blindly, knocks knuckles to shiwoo’s arm, stomach, eventually finds the string of his hoodie to tug idly, winds it around his finger until he’s no doubt managed to tighten it, bunch at his brother’s hood. “should we experiment?” luka asks him, head tipping back to offer him a smile. he has a perpetual inclination to barrel through whatever new incantation or spell-work shiwoo finds before his brother attempts to piece together what exactly it promises to do. well we’d know if we just did it is luka’s go to argument, though shiwoo perhaps doesn’t seem to share in this thought process.

it seemed like shiwoo's voice had droned on for hours, reading out bits and pieces of spells and adding in his own comments and suggestions on improvements where he deemed necessary, as if he knew better than these age-old writings. after all, shiwoo had never really been the kind of boy to keep things traditional. he craved change, craved originality -- and yet, here he was, reading out of the same tattered spell book that many people before him had held in their dirty hands.

"it's all the same," the teenager admitted, disappointment evident in the way his words fell and his once wide eyes relaxed. magic was undoubtedly something that intrigued shiwoo, even the thing kept him interested in living, sometimes - it gave him a hobby to invest himself in, give his all to, and more than anything, try to find a way to bring his sister back. the only part to the story that he'd never told his brother was that when subin died, shiwoo tried. he had found her body long before the news broke out, and immediately, he tried, using the same spell he'd used on their parents. the spell he had tried was weak, indirect, and he knew it had been damn near hopeless. . . but that little chance that maybe it could've worked? he had held onto that so tightly and when it didn't go through, he lost hope that he could bring her back at all. but that didn't mean he was never going to try to find something stronger. better. especially now that his brother was in on it with him. with someone on his side, he felt more powerful.

"or i don't want to risk it," he added after a strange pause, knowing his older brother wasn't going to like that little statement. while he was hesitant, wanting to find the best possible choice and leave anything with unknown consequences to the side, luka always seemed to rush things along, wanting to try anything and everything. shiwoo had been like that earlier in his endeavors, but he had personally learned the hard way that sometimes, it's better to just be patient and know what you're dealing with. and when the topic involved his sister, how could he be reckless? he wanted to bring her back. he did. but he didn't want to fuck anything up along the way.

heaving a deep sigh, he closed the book in his hands and placed it beside him, topping the pile of other books that he'd already flipped through, to no avail. "can you hand me that one?" he asked, gesturing weakly to a thick leather-bound book - the last one still sitting beside his brother, where the pile of books that he'd already gone through had previously been. he hadn't even opened the book in at least a year, knowing full and well that the magic was darker than anything he had the guts to do, but maybe a year changes people. and maybe desperate times call for desperate measures.

cheap thrills.

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( yun shiwoo as the lost soul. ) 

“every day since that bad thing happened, he's been practicing a spell: how to disappear from yourself, within yourself.”

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@wrsumi​

truthfully, shiwoo didn't know why he had bothered to attend the winter festival. sure, it was an annual thing, a tradition to the town - but was he really even wanted there? half the town feared him and the other half thought he was desperate for attention, it seemed. what was the use in attending an event that he'd only feel terribly lonely at? and yet somehow, he found himself wandering around, his hands shoved in his pockets, a black scarf wound around his neck, and his head down. avoid eye contact. avoid eye contact. avoid eye contact. perhaps he could fly under the radar for the day if he didn't make himself a burden.

oh, how he wished.

he’d been standing alone near one of the giant screens - listening to the holiday film that was playing, but not quite watching it - when he felt an undeniable presence. eerie, almost. he raised his head, glancing around him when he spotted none other than hwang sumi. his eyeliner-smudged eyes followed her carefully. although he’d never say it aloud, he was a little... scared of her. so, predictably, he tensed when he met her gaze. please don’t approach me, please don’t approach me, he begged internally, looking back at the AWFULLY Interesting ground.

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“I don’t feel scared at all when I’m alone here. Why do I feel so scared and lonely when it filled with people?”

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hello! my name is heather and i’m looking forward to writing with you all. if you’d like to plot, go ahead and give this a like! without further ado, below the cut you will find a brief introduction to yun shiwoo.

• okay so first let me say that he’s honestly not as crazy as he seems...

• like.. yes he dabbles in dark magic and has tried to resurrect his dead family members but who DOESN’T have a weird hobby

• really though, his heart is in the right place but his mind is kinda.. not

• he never goes anywhere without earphones. like u try to get his attention and he takes one of his earphones out and u hear a muffled SCREAMING from the metal he’s listening to

• he’s been working at high dusk diner since early december and he probably gets stared at a lot because of all the gossip surrounding him and his family and he either stares back blankly or grins, depending on the day

• he REALLY wants to escape the town and go live in seoul or smth and pursue a career in something creative like visual art or music production but he doesn’t have the nerve to actually pack up and go. plus he can’t drive so there’s that

• he’s such a lonely guy... he’ll swear up and down that he feels safer and more content on his own, but he wants a friend that he can trust more than anything

• he has consistent meltdowns in which he wonders if he’s going to be the next family member to die and he hasn’t decided if that would be ideal or Terrifying yet

• probably spits in the food/drinks of customers at the diner who are rude to him Who Knows