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   ❛ please don’t be in love with someone else ❜

   It is a pretty scene. Moonlight spills over the location, a dark lapse in the middle of a mountain, a bridge on the side and city lights twinkling in the distance like little dancing fairies sugar coating heartbreak. Tsuneo's expression is far too serious for what Jaehyun is used to see on him. It should be funny, that someone with such a charming smile can do so much damage when another façade coats his handsome features.

   Jaehyun has been trying to swim his way back to the surface, leave behind these notions of romance trying to wreck his mind; this sensation that whatever he found at the bottom by taking Tsuneo's hand feels absolute and immutable. It doesn’t work like that however because heartbreak is as irrational as falling in love is even when chemistry has an explanation and body language is universal. He swallows and looks away, hands clenching into tight fists. ❛ Or what? ❜ he, Kim Heenim, asks. Jaehyun knows the line that comes, ‘ I will not accept it. ’ It shouldn’t do things to him because it's such a clichéd response. 

   But is there any point in wishing against your own hopes? What yearning can do to his pride however he will never reveal it. It doesn’t matter if he can feel truth spilling over these lines. It doesn’t matter if he can still taste Tsuneo’s lips against his own, the sweetness of his charm lingering over his skin. It cannot be. Tsuneo belongs to the public and Jaehyun… Jaehyun will always be the mistake who has to get away.  

@temporalobjects asked for tsuneo and jaehyun —{its a line from the movie but... is it really just a line from a movie? :))))

[ichoriism]

I broke that spellᴛᴀɢ ᴅᴜᴍᴘ

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● → 𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝑒𝓋𝒾𝓁 ● ᴊᴜɴɢ ᴅᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴ

● → 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒸𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓊𝓅𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 ← ● - replies

● → 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝒶𝓉𝓇𝑒𝒹 ← ● - imaginery

● → 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓉𝓎 ← ● - starters

● → 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓋𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 ← ● - self-para

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● → 𝑜𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒶 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓃𝓈 𝒻𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒻𝓊𝒸𝓀 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓊𝓅 ← ●

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● → 𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝑜𝓈 ● ᴀʜɴ ʜᴀᴇɪʟ

● → 𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓂𝑜𝒾𝓁𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 ← ● - replies

● → 𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓂𝑜𝒾𝓁𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓅𝓎 ← ● - imaginery

● → 𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓂𝑜𝒾𝓁𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 ← ● - starters

● → 𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓂𝑜𝒾𝓁𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓌𝒶𝓇 ← ● - self-para

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● → 𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝓈𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 ● xɪᴀᴏ ʟᴇɪ

● → 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎 ← ● - replies

● → 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝒾𝓂𝒶𝑔𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 ← ● - imaginery

● → 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝒶𝓉𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 ← ● - starters

● → 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹𝓈 ← ● - self-para

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● → 𝒹𝒶𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝒾𝓃𝒻𝑒𝓇𝓃𝑜 ● ᴄʜᴏɪ sᴇʀᴀ

● → 𝒹𝑒𝓋𝒾𝒸𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒾𝓃𝓈𝓅𝒾𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 ← ● - replies

● → 𝒹𝑒𝓋𝒾𝒸𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 ← ● - imaginery

● → 𝒹𝑒𝓋𝒾𝒸𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒹𝑒𝓂𝑜𝒸𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓎 ← ● - starters

● → 𝒹𝑒𝓋𝒾𝒸𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝑒𝓈𝒸𝒶𝓅𝒾𝓈𝓂 ← ● - self-para

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● → 𝒾 𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝒹 𝒽𝓊𝓃𝓉 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉-𝒾𝒻𝓈 ← ●

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● → 𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 ● sᴇᴏ ʏᴜɴʜᴏ

● → 𝑜𝒷𝓈𝒸𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝒸𝓊𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 ← ● - replies

● → 𝑜𝒷𝓈𝒸𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝑒𝓍𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃 ← ● - imaginery

● → 𝑜𝒷𝓈𝒸𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝒾𝓁𝓁𝓊𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃 ← ● - starters

● → 𝑜𝒷𝓈𝒸𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝓋𝑜𝓁𝒾𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 ← ● - self-para

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● → 𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝓋𝒾𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 ● sʜɪᴍ ɴᴏᴀʜ

● → 𝒷𝑜𝓇𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝓀𝒾𝓁𝓁 ← ● - replies

● → 𝒷𝑜𝓇𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒽𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎 ← ● - imaginery

● → 𝒷𝑜𝓇𝓃 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 ← ● - starters

● → 𝒷𝑜𝓇𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝒾𝑒 ← ● - self-para

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● → 𝒹𝒶𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 ● sʜɪᴍ ʟᴇᴀʜ

● → 𝒸𝓁𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃 ← ● - replies

● → 𝒸𝓁𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝒶𝓉𝓇𝑒𝒹 ← ● - imaginery

● → 𝒸𝓁𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 ← ● - starters

● → 𝒸𝓁𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝑔𝓇𝒾𝑒𝒻 ← ● - self-para

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● → 𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝓈𝓊𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑒 ● ᴘᴀʀᴋ ᴊɪɴ

● → 𝓈𝓊𝓃𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈𝑒𝒹 ← ● - replies

● → 𝒹𝒶��𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓀 ← ● - imaginery

● → 𝓈𝓊𝓃𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓈 ← ● - starters

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● → 𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝑒 ● ᴄʜᴏɪ ᴋʏᴜɴɢᴍɪɴ

● → 𝒻𝓁𝒶𝓂𝑒𝒹 ← ● - replies

● → 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓂 ← ● - imaginery

● → 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝒹𝒻𝒾𝓇𝑒 ← ● - starters

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● → 𝓉𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 ← ● - replies

● → 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝒹𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉𝑒���� ← ● - imaginery

● → 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝑔𝒾𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 ← ● - starters

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● → 𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 ● ʟᴇᴇ ᴛᴀᴇɪʟ

● → 𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒 ← ● - replies

● → 𝒹𝑒𝒻𝒾𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 ← ● - imaginery

● → 𝒿𝑒𝑜𝓅𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓎 ← ● - starters

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● → 𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝒸𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓊𝓅𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 ● ʟɪᴀᴍ ᴇᴠᴀɴs

● → 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓋𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓃 ← ● replies

● → 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝓋𝒾𝓁𝓈 ← ● inspo

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● → 𝒹𝒶𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝑒 ● ᴀɴɴᴀ ᴅᴇ ʟᴀ ʀɪᴠᴀ

● → 𝒶𝓃𝒹 ℐ 𝒸𝒶𝓃'𝓉 𝓀𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝓇𝓊𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 ← ● replies

● →  ℐ 𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓁𝓁 ← ● inspo

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● → 𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 ● ʟᴇᴏ́ɴ ᴀʀᴀɴɢᴏ

● → 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝑒 ← ● replies

● → 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝓌𝑜 ← ● inspo

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● → 𝒹𝒶𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝒸𝑜𝓇𝒹 ● ᴋʀɪsʜᴀ ᴘᴀᴛᴇʟ

● → 𝓁𝑒𝑔𝒶𝒸𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝒸𝑜𝓇𝒹 ← ● inspo

● → 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 ← ● replies

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● → 𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓈 ● ɴᴀᴛʜᴀɴ ʟᴇᴇ

● → 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓇𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝑔𝒾𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓈, 𝒹𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊? ← ● inspo

● → 𝒶 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝑜𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒸𝒽𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑔𝑒𝓉 ← ●

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● → 𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 ● ᴊᴇᴏɴɢ ʏᴇᴏʟʜᴀɴ

● → 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓇𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝑔𝒾𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓈, 𝒹𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊? ← ● inspo

● → 𝒶 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝑜𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒸𝒽𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑔𝑒𝓉 ← ●

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● → 𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑜𝒹 ● ᴍɪʟᴀɴ ᴅᴜᴘᴏɴᴛ

● → 𝓌𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝑜𝓌𝓃 ← ● - replies

● → 𝓌𝑒 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇, 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝑒 𝒷𝑜𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 ← ● inspo

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● → 𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓇𝒶𝑔𝑒 ● ᴛᴀɴɢsᴀᴋʏᴜᴇɴ ɴᴀᴛᴀᴄʜᴀɪ

● → 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓈𝑒 𝓈𝑜 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑜𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒹𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂? ← ● - replies

● → ℐ 𝓂𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒷𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓋𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎 ← ● - inspo

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→ 𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒 ● sᴀᴇɴɢᴋᴀᴇᴡ ᴅᴀᴏɴᴜᴇᴀ

● → 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝒾𝓈 𝒶 𝒸𝒽𝑜𝒾𝒸𝑒 ← ● - replies

● → ℐ 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓂𝒾𝒹𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓃 ← ●

AUS | 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃 ↬

● →  ← ●

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@goodevcning​​ sparked: ❛ how am i supposed to forgive someone like you? ❜ (Jaejoong)

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it isn’t easy to get to know the witch. jaehyun has said things that have them fighting at times, reacts to the defensiveness that permeates the witch’s life, but he never does the one thing he knows jaejoong can’t forgive: him walking away. no matter how harsh they may be to one another, doesn’t matter how he may feel tethering on the edge of exploding, he sulks as silence stretches and stretches between them, but not once does he get up and moves away.

that should be his first warning. that this endeavor of his is quickly turning into something that may never find a place to grow. jaejoong is a witch, the sort of creature jaehyun has only heard bad things about. this notion clashes with his perception of the elder male, but he doesn’t let his guard down regardless. days pass and his secret of an unwanted divinity is kept under wraps especially after he catches on the witch’s dislike to anything that is holy.  

figures this decision would come to bite him in the ass.

after another day away from filming thanks to bad weather, jaehyun is waiting for jaejoong in a cozy restaurant, hands clammy and heart beating in a far too honest fashion for him to ignore it altogether. outside he looks like his usual self, composed and apparently calm. then jaejoong steps inside and any excitement jaehyun may have been feeling is destroyed with the thunderous expression in the witch’s features.  

❝ you lied. ❞ the witch spats and there is so much venom in that glare jaehyun can’t help but swallow a sudden urge to curl into himself and maybe avoid his rage. his eyes are wide for a far-too-long moment and he can also feel his heart stuttering.

❝ i–i don’t know what you are talking about. what did i do to you now? ❞ but he looks away and that’s all the confirmation jaejoong needs.

the witch snorts and before jaehyun can make sense of what, why, how, jaejoong is the one stepping back and leaving. a brain too good at finding patterns in quarks and building machines to understand the vibration in the universe and how to calculate its effects on particles doesn’t have the slightest clue of how to handle a heart covered by stone. but he knows one thing and one alone: he can’t let jaejoong leave, not like this.

long legs carry him outside and he runs, placing himself before the witch, not daring to touch him without his permission. but he has learned how to be stubborn without pushing jaejoong too much and so he stands in his way. jaejoong’s next words are a slap to his senses and while it does take a second to understand that yes, the witch now has an idea of what he is. 

❝ that is why i didn’t tell you, ❞ he presses. ❝ you wouldn’t let me explain. i didn’t want you to just toss me aside without even letting me tell you this is not something i had a said on. at least hear me out! ❞

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@itsacriime​ stirred: “ people tend to act in ways that suit their own best interests ”

jaehyun huffed as he stared at the mansion ahead. he was near a cemetery, away from civilization, and way too deep into a zone of jeju he didn’t know about until now. his search for the objects touched by god had brought no results until today, when finally, he got his hands on someone who told him where he could find a few answers. still, he was not expecting this.

music was blasting meters away. his ears were ringing with the dark lyrics and promises of carnal pleasures that were all too suggestive. clearly, it was the perfect party to gather creatures who belonged to the dark. jaehyun took a deep breath, the freshness of the cold breeze shook him out of any doubts, and he made his way inside. 

wherever he looked, people were engaged in different sorts of activities. some were grinding into one another, some other groups preferred to talk, hidden in the darkness provided by the corners. jaehyun averted his eyes as soon as he felt some eyes staring at him, lips curling into a smile that showcased pointy pearl-white fangs. nervous and on edge, he made his way to the bar at the deepest part of the house, which may have been a living room once. the neon lights and were coming and going, replaced by ultraviolet lightning instead. distantly, he wondered how the sensitive creatures didn’t get overwhelmed by all these assaults to their senses.

❝ gin tonic, ❞ he ordered to the barman, which earned him the quirk of an eyebrow. the other –a human, apparently, turned around and prepared his drink. it was then that jaehyun caught someone sliding next to him out of the corner of his eye. feeling their stare, he gazed over at them, surprised at the vision he found.

the man had delicate feminine features, his eyes were lined with black, making them sharper, incisive. the curve of his mouth was just as graceful. but then, when he smiled, jaehyun’s interest became anxiety. he looked back to his own hands. ❝ i don’t think it’s a good idea you are here, near me ❞ he expressed, voice aloof.

this didn’t end the man’s intentions though. he hummed, eyes still on him. ❝ people tend to act in ways that suit their own best interests. ❞

that voice was nice. it had a perfect timber, even the inflection had grabbed his attention like few things in life did. he couldn’t help but stare back at the vampire while goosebumps broke down the skin of his arms and neck. it was a bad idea. something inside him kept repeating the same thought until it stuck, but the nephilim was too busy carving into his mind the features of a seductive man that kept looking at him like that. it was exhilarating.

he snapped out of the trance when the barman gave him his drink. clearing his throat, he looked around. ❝ i don’t know what you may be talking about though. i’m here on a mission. ❞

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@goodevcning​ - Jaejoong - CHANCES ARE FAR AND FEW

jaehyun squinted at the place he was looking at and then turned his eyes back to the paper in hand. the address wasn’t wrong. this was what he was supposed to find. a little town somewhere in the outside of seoul with its quaint little houses and its quaint little streets.

he looked at his outfit and pursed his lips. that idiot manager of his could have told him actual shoes and slacks were not advisable. probably omitted that piece to make fun of him, the ass. he sighed. ❝ there’s no day like today, ❞ he decided, making his way into the little town with a backpack hanging on his shoulder. no taxi reached further into town and so he was cursed with this light journey while his manager arrived later that day with the rest of his things.

jaehyun took notice that the little town was buzzing with life concentrated in one area a few blocks ahead. tinted glasses covered him from the sun and dust and for that he was grateful. just as he was turning around to head towards the house the drama had hired for the duration of the following month while they recorded some scenes, he bumped into someone.

❝ i’m sorry, ❞ he apologized, head bowing before he could see the person. ❝ i wasn’t looking where i was going– ❞ when he did look up, he lost his train of thought. he couldn’t explain what was happening exactly, just that he thought this man was gorgeous like no one he had ever seen before.   

the nephilim wasn’t one to flirt out in the open –if ever, and that wouldn’t change today. still, his curiosity had been awoken. ❝ uhm… yes, sorry. ❞ he apologized again. ❝ i was just looking a lot of people are gathering there, ❞ he looked back to the other side. ❝ do you know why that may be by any chance? ❞

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jaehyun took a look at the shop in front of him. caramel eyes noticed with some relief that the shop was not as flamboyant as he had pictured it when his source mentioned it. still, he could feel there was something inside that made the energy around vibrate in a different way. it was the first time he encountered such thing and the scientist inside him was stirring with impatience.

from the windows, he could see there was someone inside. a woman. and again, this sensation of divergence in the atmosphere resurfaced, powerful and impossible to ignore. his source said he would find more than what he wanted if he came and now he was thinking the shadow hadn’t been exaggerating. 

with one last look at the shop exterior, he soldiered up and marched ahead. hands were stuffed into the pockets of his long coat and his face was partially covered by dark glasses and a hoodie he wore under the coat. the early spring was still cold and he took advantage of this to not be recognized while outside. a bell rang as soon as he opened the door and he headed directly to where the woman he saw earlier was hanging around. 

❝ morning, ❞ he greeted, taking off his glasses. ❝ are you Falyn? ❞ he asked, blunt and with a tight expression.         // @ncstalgicnight​

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@suga-ia​ said: 15 & 22! 22. World (Completion, integration, accomplishment, travel)

it is at times like this when jaehyun wonders what may have come of life if his father hadn’t been murdered. if they hadn’t been born with this type of genes running in their veins. if a future would have been possible without angels and demons mixed in the equation. if they could have lived long enough to be away from the apocalypse and everything humankind knew about but never remembered enough to let it worry them.

he stares at the other being with pursed lips. his wings are large shadows on the wall behind him. jaehyun is the son of an archangel, he can’t turn back time or shape any future ahead, not exactly, but he can change this reality.

❝ you must have heard everyone is gearing up for the upcoming show, ❞ he tilts his head, eyes narrowing as he stares at the man’s true form. ❝ someone told me you are not interested in the showdown and it made me curious. is it true? you’ve got zero interest in something like the apocalypse even if it means a feast for you and… your kind? ❞

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@hyggclig​ said: ☽ - HYUNGSIK 14. Death (Endings, beginnings, change, transformation, transition)

song jaehyun was not a complicated man. he saw things as they were, no adjectives, no exaggerations. realist to the core in spite of –or perhaps due to– his nature, he didn’t like to waste time or resources in things that would never lead anywhere. maybe that’s the reason why people were always careful around him even though he made sure to smile often and give his thanks with respect to the crew and his scene partners.

still, that did not explain why people were often more drawn to men like hyungsik rather than him. weren’t dramas and anime filled with fantasies about tall, cold characters showering a special someone with all the affection in the world? hyungsik was a darling man. to jaehyun, he seemed to carry a boy-next-door type of attitude, and yet it was him the one who caught most of the attention whenever they shared the same space.

the halfling angel was not envious but worried about his future in the industry if he didn’t get to land more roles before his time was up. sure, his club of fans was growing with each passing day, but jaehyun was aware that at this point, he needed something to stand out for once and never look back. he squinted as he saw the other man pass in the distance.

no better time than the present, right? right.

❝ hyungsik-ssi, ❞ he greeted the man with a slight bow of his head. ❝ so… we will be enemies in this new drama. have you gotten a chance to read all the script? ❞ he asked, all-too-aware that the producers had provided a copy of half of the total script to avoid any spoilers with the audience.

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plotted starter ! ! - LUCIFER @byeoljari​

jaehyun closed his eyes as he basked in the sunlight slipping through the curtains. the song mansion was empty of life aside from him and the robots wandering about in their cleaning duties. ninety days had passed already, each as boring and lonely as the ones before.

in spite of spending most of the day with the books his father had left behind, jaehyun was nowhere near to understanding how the angelic grace worked or how it was able to mess with reality molecules in ways that seemed magical. while he had been aware that this task would take a lot of time, jaehyun never imagined that he would still be mostly in the blank at this point. 

he sighed, pursing his lips as he stared at the books for a long moment. the calmness of the atmosphere changed then. he got up and threw everything on top of his desk to the floor in an outburst. out of patience, jaehyun ran a hand through messed locks of dark hair. 

❝ i need fresh air, ❞ he sighed, huffing.

throwing one last dirty look at the offending items discarded, he took his jacket and left the mansion with an anxious heart. almost as soon as he was in contact with nature, his bad mood began to dissipate. outside, the birds chirped and the morning breeze was cold against his skin. 

not for the first time, jaehyun wondered if maybe his angelic genes had anything to do with the sense of peace he found in the woods. these trails in the forest were part of the highlights of dropping the city life and they had been so since he was a child. most of his memories from those times took place here and form what he remembered, his father had been the same.

just as he was reaching a stream and already far from the mansion, jaehyun’s steps came to a halt. the environment was different. there were no more noises around him and something felt odd. the small hairs at the back of his nape were standing up and he could feel a different sort of energy crackling around. his heart sunk then with fear, thinking maybe michael’s soldiers had finally caught up with him. 

ready to bolt, he took notice of a lone figure nearby. the man wasn’t dressed like the soldiers of heaven jaehyun had encountered, but he knew by now that such a thing was no guarantee no matter how slim-build the other may seem. still, he was drawn to this energy.

jaehyun took a step forward. his right hand curled around the angel blade that had been his ultimate savior in the last year and he let out a small breath. ❝ hey, ❞ he called the other’s attention. ❝ are you looking for something? ❞

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“Stop with the tongue thing, it’s strangely attractive.” Bc I have issues part 2 thanks bye ily xoxo

jaehyun is focused on the textbook before him. it is a quiet winter morning for both of them. yena is busy preparing coffee just the way the two of them like it and the model is taking his time to review some past lessons about energy and circuits. this happens one year before they part ways.

yena, sweet and understanding and smarter than anyone he has ever known, is aware of jaehyun’s secret regarding his mind. she has seen it work in his apartment, the way he solves sudokus in record time and always gets pissed at the tv contests with tough questions that are never answered correctly. yena knows jaehyun could memorize a book if he wanted to, but she doesn’t know why, and jaehyun has made sure to keep it that way. so for now, his intelligence is just a fun fact she uses to tease him in the privacy of his apartment but never, ever, mentions it in public.

jaehyun is trying to understand how the energy of celestial beings can take a shape in earth between mortals and the way his mind is working about it is in an analogy of electricity and circuits. there are so many variables though, that even he can’t completely grasp the concept. 

yena’s voice brings him out of his bubble and he looks up at him, lips parted and pencil in his fingers. once her words kick in, he laughs and his eyes become mismatched half-moons. she slides his cup of coffee across the kitchen bar and he takes it with ease. the smell of fresh blueberry hotcakes permeates the kitchen and light spills inside, providing bright morning glow over everything it touches.

yena’s eyes catch the light and jaehyun is overcome by a wave of unfamiliar inspiration. his laugh ceases as he observes her for a good moment. then he looks down at his notebook and scribes some notes quickly and almost furiously.

❝ what are you doing– ❞

❝ yena, i love you ❞ he says out loud.

his words don’t register fully until he’s finished with the new formula. when he realizes what he’s just said, his eyes become comically wide. he looks up and he immediately catches yena’s expression. she is as stunned as he is, a blush covering her cheeks all the way to the tips of her ears.

that’s the first time song jaehyun declares he loves her.

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[ possessive ] + reverse bc I got issues

[ possessive ]  + reverse your muse ( jaehyun ) resting their hand on mine’s ( yena ) leg or the small of their back while they’re sitting beside each other . 

it has been seven months, three days, and some hours since yena broke things off with him. they have played the game of dropping into each other’s dates to scare the suitors away and so far, no one has gotten hurt except for the two of them and their already battered hearts. jaehyun has always been logical, always thrived for facts and indisputable truths. but enter yena into the equation and everything falls.

when it came to yena, things always went to hell and it scared him more than he’d ever be willing to admit. she is close and he cannot be rational. she smiles at him and like a fool, jaehyun returns her smile without intending to. she cracks a joke, pokes his ribs, brushes his hair off his forehead, and he falls in love with her all over again.

they are at a gala and no, it’s not a date, ( they keep telling each other that every time they go out to places and on times when it’s blatantly obvious it is a date ), and jaehyun helps yena with the chair and then follows suit. he is the gentleman she always nagged him to be more often when they were together and it is stupid to act like one right now of all times, but jaehyun falls for it still.  

people ask if she is his girlfriend and they laugh it all off. he says she is a dear friend, and women are pleased just as much as many men. so when they come near them, jaehyun acts on instinct. he places a hand on yena’s leg, way above her knee, and looks at her with the same sort of look that made her blush when they were together tangled in bed.

it is the most stupid, barbaric way to assert his claim but it works. people let them be and his heart rejoices at the reaction he elicits from her. yena cannot look away, she never could before and she certainly won’t now, and they are close, so close, they could kiss and let everything be damned.

but hiroki, his manager, is already next to him urging him to go and say hi to the producers that could catapult him to fame. jaehyun doesn’t care about that, not as much as he cares about yena, and that is exactly why he shakes himself off, apologizes to her, and follows his manager. they were not meant to be together in this life. he cannot risk her life, never will, and that’s all there is to it.

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[ caught ] + reverse Why am I so obsessed with you? I just wanna knowwww

[ caught ] + reverse for  your  muse ( jaehyun ) to  catch  my  muse  ( yena ) wearing  their  shirt .

there is an image that to this day, jaehyun has been unable to erase from his mind and it goes a bit like this: 

he is back from work after a long week, hoping to watch some episodes of the tv series he’s following while enjoying some wine. but the moment he gets home, he is assaulted by the delicious smell of kimchi jiggae being cooked. like a possessed, jaehyun doesn’t notice what he’s doing until he turns his way into the kitchen, dropping his suitcase to the side without any care of where it lands.

he finds yena first and his heart stops.

they have been dating for a few months now, but jaehyun has yet to let himself fall for her. he can’t, not when there are things he can’t absolutely tell her. she is life and has a hot temper that he absolutely adores. she is fire and he is water and they are not supposed to get along. but she is there and he doesn’t care about the how or the why.

she is wearing his shirt, the one she likes on him so much. her face is bare of makeup and her hair is up in a messy bun. his shirt is enormous on her, covering all the way to her mid-thighs. she turns to look at him then, a mischievous glint so bright in the corner of her lips as she smiles at him and she is so fucking stunning he cannot take it.

he reaches her in four long strides. his hands wrap on her middle and he pulls her up, sitting her on the kitchen bar. she laughs, loud and so happy it sends flutters all the way down to his lower half.

❝ yah! what are you doing! the jiggae will burn! ❞ she swats playfully at his chest, but he doesn’t recede.

instead, he grabs her face with both hands and seals their lips together and a hungry kiss follows. he revels in her taste, in the familiarity of her lips sliding between his, in the way her hands grasp his shirt, how she just relinquishes control to him.

he realizes then, that he has fallen for her already. that his hands will never forget what it is to have her like this, that his lips will always treasure the texture of her mouth yielding to him, that there will never be another one like her. 

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“Let’s hang out, but I’ll pay for everything, and we can go to this fancy restaurant– No, not a date.” - I MEEEEANNNN It IS something yena would suggest.... js....

yena and he are supposed to be friends. they are supposed to be on their way to build something that cannot be broken again. but the truth is that neither of them has come clean about their secrets. that doesn’t mean that jaehyun is not getting bothersome flutters tingling inside whenever yena smiles up at him or loops their arms together when walking down the street.

he is utterly and completely in love with this girl made of the warm afternoon sunshine and the power of summer magic; whenever she is near, jaehyun gives into her ideas no matter how inconvenient these may be while also feigning he is just humoring her.

❝ let’s hang out, but i’ll pay for everything, and we can go to this fancy restaurant– ❞

❝ i thought we were not going to have dates anymore, ❞ jaehyun raises an eyebrow at her. his heart skips a beat. he hopes she doesn’t catch up on this error of judgment. 

yena, beautiful and timeless yena, just scoffs at him. ❝ no, not a date. ❞ 

jaehyun’s heart continues to fail him as disappointment is quick to rush down his system. outside though, he smirks, his gaze traveling to the horizon instead of looking at her.

❝ good. ❞ he accepts as he stuffs his hands into the pockets of his jeans. ❝ then lead the way. i’m freezing in here. ❞

a part of himself raises its ugly head from the inside up. it asks him if this is really fine. it tells him you cannot be friends with someone you want the way he wants her. but he crushes hope’s voice with a will of steel and plays deaf ears to its pleas. he carries on.  

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💔 💔 💔💔💔💔💔

0.

jaehyun counts a total of seven kisses before everything falls apart.

i. an ‘ i’ll be back ’ kiss

the first one happens when jaehyun decides to give yena a surprise for her birthday. never one to look forward to social gatherings, he sucks up his opinions about it and coordinates a surprise party for his girlfriend. there are mini-cupcakes, fruity cocktails ( he likes sugar, thank you very much ), and the music yena loves to do little dances to.

from the start right through the middle, everything is perfect. yena is laughing with her friends, jaehyun’s arm around her waist as each of them has a fruity cocktail in hand. but then, her cellphone starts to ring and yena excuses herself for a second, dropping a kiss on his cheek as she retreats to the balcony to take the call.

not really into yena’s friends’ conversations, jaehyun gazes out to the balcony and his heart clenches when he realizes she is too tense, her arm wrapped around herself as she speaks in an agitated voice he rarely has seen in her.

jaehyun has never seen the logic of intuition, but he knows that when his gut is telling him something, he has to listen. right then, it tells him a storm is coming.

ii. a drunk kiss

the second sign comes after a night out. ever the spoilsport, jaehyun disliked places with loud music and too much sweat for it to be comfortable. however, like a good boyfriend -in reality, he adored spoling yena- he still goes with her whenever she is not on a ladies’ night with her girl friends. 

that night, jaehyun wakes up at three a.m. with someone calling nonstop to his phone. when he picks up expecting to hear yena’s voice, he freezes upon recognizing it’s not her who is calling. ❝ jaehyun-ssi? please come to get yena, she says she won’t go anywhere without you and she is too drunk to move. ❞

he’s up in two seconds and ready in less than five minutes. by the time he reaches the place where they are, it’s in no more than fifteen minutes. yena is completely wasted. her makeup is ruined, her eyes are closed, and she keeps asking time after time where he is. ❝ yena, come on, babe, don’t fall asleep, ❞ he whispers as he carries her in his arms, one arm around her shoulders and his other arm behind her knees.  

❝ i don’t ever want to leave you, ❞ she slurs, arms looping around his neck as she snuggles into his hold. then she starts crying. ❝ i want to be with you forever. i love you. ❞

usually, yena is a happy drunk whenever she’s with him and this is completely new. later, when it’s just the two of them in jaehyun’s apartment, yena kisses him but it is different. she keeps saying i love you with a broken voice. jaehyun doesn’t know what to think.

iii. a kiss that is not allowed

jaehyun is angry. yena has ignored his calls and messages for three days now after that night he picked her up at the bar when she was completely wasted. so yes, he is angry because he is hurt. he can feel yena is pushing him away, keeping him in the dark about something that is clearly affecting her. 

so when she comes and opens the door with a bright smile on her face, jaehyun doesn’t react to her presence at all. he stands with his arms against his chest as yena stands on her tiptoes to drop a little kiss on his lips. jaehyun’s lips purse in even more anger. ❝ i thought you said kisses pretending nothing is wrong was not allowed in this relationship.❞

yena freezes. for a second, their eyes meet. but it’s her who looks away first. she continues with her decision of pretending all is good. jaehyun loses his temper. they fight.  

iv. an ‘ i’m sorry ‘ kiss

two days later, jaehyun finds his reflection in the mirror and he thinks he looks strange. there are bags under his eyes, his hair is in disarray, even his skin doesn’t look as healthy as always. inside too, it is different. 

skip forward and he is outside yena’s building, flowers in his hands and a heart beating too fast inside his chest. yena arrives an hour later and she is so surprised by his presence, she just stares at him for a good moment. then she looks away again, something inside jaehyun breaks, but he doesn’t yield. he takes the necessary steps to reach her and cups her beautiful face between his hands. he kisses her an apology.

she smiles at him, tells him everything is okay, teases him about his hair, but jaehyun can tell. the half-angel knows she is keeping something from him.  

v. a ‘ please ‘ kiss

jaehyun wasn’t a pushy kid when growing up. he always understood that some ‘ no ’s would make sense when he grew up and he was right. nobody told him though that ‘ no ‘s between adults were another thing altogether.

he knows yena cries when she thinks he can’t see her. her demeanor has become more and more detached, distracted. she is a sweet person, the sun always in her smile, more stars in her eyes. but that life jaehyun has come to adore is slowly vanishing from her. so he pushes for the truth, he asks her repeatedly and in many ways to tell him what’s wrong. ❝ yena, i am asking you this for the last time, please be honest with me. ❞

vi. a kiss with tears

jaehyun has pushed too far.

❝ jae, i can’t do this anymore. ❞ she admits, her eyes on the floor. jaehyun arrived back from work to find her like this, all her belongings and her promises and her words of love inside a suitcase. all of their memories and the possibility of a future enclosed in darkness. 

❝ i– i want to live a life free from drama. ❞ she lies.

he stands before her, one hand coming up to tilt her chin up with his fingers. she starts crying.

❝ tell me you don’t love me. ❞

he leans in, eyes piercing into hers, hoping to find the truth of what is happening. jaehyun kisses her like he always does: he captures her lips with determination, his hand cups the side of her face as his free arm snakes around her waist to bring her into his space. he kisses her with a purpose, with a plea, with a promise. he tastes her tears, her lies, and her despair.  

vii. a kiss to say ‘ goodbye ‘

but yena does not relent. she beaks the contact and avoids his eyes. her hands try to erase the traces of her tears, but they keep flowing. 

❝ why can’t you just tell me what’s wrong? ❞ he asks, a plea in his eyes.

❝ i told you, i don’t want… i just need to go. ❞ 

❝ if you cross that door, you will be taking everything with you. ❞ he swallows a hard lump down his throat.

yena hesitates. then she walks over him, just three little steps. jaehyun’s heart is a loud machine inside his chest. hope is blooming along with relief. yena reaches for him, kisses his cheek. she finally looks at him.

❝ i’m sorry, jae ❞

she doesn’t say she wants to stay. so she goes and he stays.

[ichoriism]

KISSES

13. an interrupted kiss

jaehyun was always careful of his secrets, even more so when there was so much at stake like his own life for starters. so he never wandered too far from the safety of a good attitude in front of the cameras and a lot of charm out with the fans he got to score after fifteen years of modeling and some acting gigs. during this time, he developed the taste of his father for japanese rock and he attended some concerts here and there.

today though was different. his manager, alicia, had gotten him into an after party to make some connections with some of the best producers in the industry. fiften minutes into the talks and jaehyun had stopped paying too much attention to their numbers and their strategies, and instead decided to look around.

it was then that the lights went out for a few seconds. before the people began to grow restless, the place was illuminated again but with pink and blue hues. the sound of a guitar caught jaehyun’s attention and as the notes progressed, doe eyes became wider with admiration. 

❝ told you this one would be worthier than ten of the same style, ❞ alicia teased him, flicking his forehead before she moved back to the producers’ talks. 

jaehyun stayed glued where he was until the spontaneous performance was over. drinks flew and the night continued and jaehyun gravitated closer and closer to the vocalist until they were in a dark corner. the half-angel was not used to turn on his charm as an angel, but the more he listened to the vocalist talk, the more captivated he grew.

nagato’s voice was comforting, his mind a place to admire just as his personality. to say jaehyun was starstruck would be an understatement. the model leaned closer, pulled by the force of attraction. he placed one hand next to nagato’s head, closing the exits and just as his eyes flicked down to the singer’s lips, he was brought back into reality as alice stepped into their bubble.

❝ jaehyun, come on, there’s a photoshoot tomorrow morning and– oh. did i interrupt something? ❞ 

jaehyun took a deep breath though he didn’t move yet. then he backed off, offering nagato an apologetic smile. 

❝ will you be free tomorrow at noon? ❞ he asked, ignoring alice as he offered a tentative smile at the other.

[ichoriism]

❃ Mussing their hair or tugging at their clothes (a hat, sleeve, etc.) (Jaejoong & Jaehyun)

Jaehyun was an ass and he had no reservations on displaying just to which extent this trait of his covered. It probably was not a good idea to piss off a witch, but so far, Jaejoong hadn’t turned him into a frog and it made Jaehyun feel bolder and even more daring.

❝ why do you wear hats sometimes and why do you leave them behind at other times? ❞ he tilted his head as he kept poking at the garment.

Jaejoong was preparing something Jaehyun stopped caring about after some gross eyes were tossed into the mix. He was not a fan of gross things, thank you.

❝ do you wear it to boost your energy like the pointy shoes in the sorcerer’s apprentice? ❞ he teased, knowing all too well Jaejoong would not dare to resist correcting him yet again about how a witch was not the same as a sorcerer and that also that movie was stupid. He didn’t count on the sudden physical retaliation though. 

❝ hey! ❞ he protested at the tug of his hair courtesy of one slightly pissed off witch. ❝ okay… your eyes are flashing red… why are they flashing red…? ❞

Sensing the danger, Jaehyun got up and ran away not without stealing the hat first.