#2oners

[synthes]

in which tonight’s target is almost too nostalgic, it almost feels like the task is no longer clandestine. except it is, and for selfish reasons he harbours certain hopes that this will work out. adrift are the thoughts that line the seams of his youth, hollowed by certain someone’s departure even when he insisted on proffering the shelter that the other did not have back then. seeing the reports from the private investigator hired, it also seems that nowadays, this specific someone also hasn’t altered his fate either, but seoyoon digresses. he believes that this is an opportunity for the both of them to coalesce again, with him providing jungshik with what he deserves. or so he believes, if this truly goes through. for that, he’s waited for the night to slither, the late hours more befitting for the mission to be carried out.

he’s the mastermind behind the schemes, after all. however, this time it’s almost paradoxical. he has a feeling that he doesn’t need one to face jungshik. an old friend... if he could even call them such— tonight’s incisor is to sink deep enough into the flesh of this reverie: one that he’s been entertaining since years and years ago, of the boy that crashed in his house, on his couch. this does not seem like an alternative for him, naught if not a promise towards himself. thus, finding jungshik again within the inception’s radar leaves him a rather pleasant surprise, and this moment, as he scans the café jungshik often frequents, he locates the broad shoulders slouched on the long table facing the street. the full-length glass window offers them a sense of solace, and as he sinks into the seat next to jungshik’s, he doesn’t look at the now all grown-up boy. instead, he looks straight towards the cars passing them by, the pace almost sluggish to his liking. “tonight is... kind of slow, isn’t it?” he asks, still not facing jungshik. he wonders if jungshik still remembers him after over a decade. 

feat. @2oners​: yeom jungshik.

[spoiledsovls]

🧡💜💙 ;)

heart game.

🧡 Baby mutual, needs protecting.

💙 Popular mutual, has a lot of friends.

💜 Funny mutual, posts are great

please... :pleading-face: you make me so happy!! thank you for following me, i can’t wait to get our threads going hehe <3 and the thread with night n hye.. (rubs hands.) i appreciate you sending me this, heart is full!

[nouvelis]

— ABOUT THE AUTHOR.

ALIAS / NAME : char

BIRTHDAY : 5 march

ZODIAC SIGN : pisces but i identify more as an aquarius so（´－｀）ノ

HEIGHT : 165cm, people say i look tall though, maybe it’s because of the way i dress idk

HOBBIES : writing, travelling, reading, watching films, sketching, gardening, biking and hiking! oh and i love watching videos of people dancing, can’t do it myself but people who can are fine as hell 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻

FAVOURITE COLOUR : all shades of blue!

FAVOURITE BOOK : right now i’m reading human acts by han kang, it’s so heartbreakingly good. it’s based on the gwangju uprising that happened in the 1980s that an uprising of democratic movements in korea

LAST SONG : 我們只在地球住幾晚- by Osean

LAST FILM / SHOW : the last one in the cinema would be beyond the dream, a local indie film about a schizophrenic in love

INSPIRATION :  pretty much anything from media and real life experience, sometimes. i like to imagine the stories of strangers i pass by and sometimes i get overwhelmed from the weight of it cause i’m that emotional of a person, thank u

STORY BEHIND URL : novelist, not one but a girl can dream ( ´ ω ` )

tagged by: @2oners ( thank u !!! )

tagging:  my fave unnie @synthes n anyone!! i need to be more social but maybe later

[obciidian]

“  i’m  not  leaving  you  here  .  ”  dohyun@hangil  !!        ╱       source    ,    closed    ,    @2oners​​​​​

      trust  is  a  precious  thing,  one  that  should  be  guarded  gingerly.  hangil’s  trust  in  dohyun  and  taesung  is  immense  albeit,  he  has  conducted  malversation  and  the  aftermath  weighs  upon  his  shoulders.  he  remembers  the  conversation  in  taesung’s  office  --  the  chagrin,  the  mortification  in  his  body  nearly  electrifying...  he  could  hardly  breathe  the  entire  time,  so  to  not  let  his  tears  stream  down  his  face.  he’s  now  watched  with  four  pairs  of  eyes,  scrutinizing  each  movement  and  breathe  he  takes.  

      in  a  sense,  hangil  comprehends  why  dohyun  does  not  trust  him  anymore.  they  have  in  fact  made  an  agreement  that  whenever  he’s  in  the  shop  --  either  of  the  two  must  be  around  him  to  supervise.  a  voice  inside  his  head  is  petulant  with  this  indignation,  as  he’s  certain  to  have  learned  from  his  mistake.  another  voice  however,  confides  he  shall  never  learn  and  is  doomed  to  repeat  them,  thus  should  be  filled  with  gratitude  to  be  able  to  keep  his  position  at  work.  he  could  have  easily  been  kicked  out,  go  back  to  where  he  came  from.  

      ❛    i  know,  i  know...  you  have  to  do  this...    ❜      with  this  conflict  battled  in  the  head,  hangil  forces  a  soft  smile  on  his  lips,  feasibly  to  conceal  the  perplexity  of  this  current  situation.  yet,  he  fools  no  one  --  especially  not  himself.  at  the  very  least,  he  can  trust  in  dohyun  to  remain  cordial  with  him...  to  most  parts.      ❛    you  can  close  the  envelope  after  me  and  put  it  in  the  safe,  whatever  you  need  to  do,  hyung.    ❜

[zephyrvm]

「 ♡ 」 ━ *┊ muse : ianthina  (  new meetings   )   @2oners​ ft: night 

ever since seunghwa had    officially    become her son  and even before then   ,  ianthina had always been wary of    unknown    people lurking around her home .   didn’t matter if they were mortals or immortals  ---   if they were there without her constant  ,  they were a danger .  didn’t matter either if they were old and young  ;  especially if she found them lurking in the night like criminals .   that’s how ian was at this very moment as a normally long night at work had been cut down  .  normally , she would be back in the crack of dawn  but tonight’s case wasn’t that .   she knew seunghwa was out  ;  lao had told her that he was going to take the youth out for some food .  probably came from the fact that probably neither one of them wanted to cook and she couldn’t deny that it warmed her heart when her two kids got along .   with that in mind , she knew they wouldn’t be back home anytime soon .   the last thing she had expected was to see a shadow making it’s way up the tree that stood proud towards seunghwa’s room .       that’s when she yelled out for the unknown male’s attention ;   blocking     any source of escape from her backyard .   eyes were hard  ,  narrow and fury danced in her vein as the scent of humans lingered in the air but also carried hints of her son  in the air  . maybe it was time to get a guard dog  --- probably ask jackson for a hound or two .   

❛   you make one move to the gate and i’ll call the cops .  what you doing trying to climb through my kid’s window ?    ❜

[pcstilnt]

「 ♡ 」 ━ *┊ muse :  zefarer  ( starters 1/??? )  @2oners ft: kaleena 

what was so great about a realm filled with mortals ?  zefarer would never understand  why his beloved queen spent her free time in this place .  mingling with those below them ,   he had to admit however for a race without much magic abilities .  their technology was interesting . the   only   perks of being around them was what they invented but aside from that , he found them dull .   ❛  leena , why do you insist on always coming to this dump ? ❜   there’s no hiding his distaste towards this city by the name of seoul .  the way people gathered too closely around them , how no one respected the personal space .  back home the people of the kingdom would part ways for their king and queen , but here ? nothing . not an    ounce   of respect .   ❛ why you must always come to this realm , is beyond me .  ❜ he adds as her small hand is resting within his bigger one .  a firm grip is held onto her , not wanting to lose his girlfriend within the crowd of mortals as his onyx eyes scan their surroundings . a habit of a man that was too familiar with danger , it didn’t matter if they were back in anyholion or in this realm .  one could never tell what was in someone’s mind  .     ❛   will you at least tell me , why i  had to come along ?  ❜ not that he had much of an option .  soon after kaleena and himself began growing fond of each other , zefarer came to learn that denying kaleena any of her requests ( no matter how foolish or small ) was nearly impossible when her mind had been set .  

  ❛   you won’t tell me , will you ?  ❜

[sweetmarzipan]

@2oners​ sent in 🖕 Flip my muse the bird/a similar gesture for nari & yoonsu 

" don't be rude, " she sighs, not even looking up from her notebook as she jots things down. " you're acting like a child. " 

their little agreement is one that, truthfully, nari is surprised has even lasted this long. after having stumbled across quite a.. horrific sight and learning of the other side of citizens in seoul, the writer honestly thought he would kill her, make her into another meal of his. its probably what she would have done if she were in his position, if she were honest with herself. 

instead they have an agreement— she keeps quiet and doesn't tell any of these so called 'hunters' that yoonsu is a ghoul and in return, he provides inspiration for her more supernatural horror stories. the amount of plotlines she can use by just picking apart a ghoul's abilities is absurd. 

" i forgot to change the name better, it's just the rough first draft. i planned on going back and forgot. "

[denouae]

what you don’t know can’t haunt you, @2oners: jaeyong.

mornings are the bane of his existence even when he’s supposed to already have got used to the pace years ago. the rhythmic needs for basal adrenaline are long-forgotten even when technically his body cells regenerate faster than normal humans; according to the research, he shouldn’t need that much rest, but still… he wakes up after seven hours, feeling groggy all the time. perhaps the lethargy is more mental than physical, but he’d blame it on the time of the day either way. brandishing a cup of coffee he took away from the nearby cafe he frequents daily, he enters through the back door after parking his car on the designated parking spot, avoiding the unnecessary displays of courtesy exhibited by those mostly older than him. being twenty-three, the role as a ceo doesn’t dawn on him just yet, even after three years. what an odd feeling—

he forces himself back to reality, watching where he’s heading as he saunters towards the elevator. there should be a short briefing before he goes about his day. it should not feel elongated, today’s schedules, but he’ll never know. all the competence his teams continuously exhibit often renders him rather useless, just seated in his office taking care of… other things. that might be the case if nothing major that needs swift decision-making processes happen, so he doesn’t need to rush. he enters the elevator after greeting and bowing to several people, respecting those older than him despite his status. when he’s about to close the door and enjoy the scenery from the glass elevator shooting up to the highest level of the skyscraper, he’s stopped by someone. a new face. he recalls that there might be some interviews going on today to fill in some of the vacant spots left by two employees recently, one of them being none other than his personal assistant.

and typically, he will conduct the second if not third round of the interview itself to ensure that he vibes well with someone who’s going to hold such a close position, ascertaining their loyalty as well as his own privacy. with his line of work as his alter ego, he needs to make sure of the space while not making it obvious. he eyes the person as he holds the button for the tall man, opening the doors before closing them. he takes a few steps back, then, eyes trailed on the view of the street underneath. he’s half-lost in his thoughts when the person suddenly speaks of the ceo, deriving his attention. he redirects his focus to the man, blinking. “oh, sorry? i did not hear what you said just now,” he says, even when he listened to half of it.

[obciidian-archived]

      elation  and  gratification  outline  the  features  of  the  young  one  --  she  is  manifestly  enraptured  and  delighted  to  prepare  something  no  less  than  delicious  for  his  heart  to  be  filled  to  the  brim  with  her  love  and  devotion.  the  issue  she  currently  faces,  however,  is  the  man  she  loves  most  ( yes,  without  any  exaggeration  --  those  are  her  candid  emotions )  is  being  a  hurdle  himself.  she’s  nearly  jumped  out  of  her  position  and  cut  her  fingers  off  by  the  sound  of  his  voice,  skittish,  jittery.      ❛    oppa--  !!    ❜      vox  in  exclaims  in  protest  with  a  pout  to  adorn  ruby  tainted  lips.      ❛    i  almost  cut  an  entire  limb  off,  don’t  sneak  up  on  me  like  that...  jeez.    ❜      with  amplified  wariness  she  waves  the  knife  in  his  direction  as  a  sign  of  peril,  a  menace  she  will  not  pursue  nor  consummate...  were  he  to  leave  her  be.      ❛    if  you  wanna  be  helpful,  put  some  water  in  the  pot  to  boil.  otherwise,  be  a  good  man  and  stay  away  from  me  for  half  an  hour.    ❜      ╱      @2oners​​

[gwyynbleidd-a]

@2oners​​ said:  

🐋 🎮 🍦 :^)        ↳ source ︰ accepting  

🐋 - Share a Weird/funny story?

When I was younger -- and living on the east coast of the US -- I would go camping a lot with my friends and our families. There was one campsite we went to in West Virginia that had a lake we could all swim in. My friends and I met another kid and we all started playing together in the water, having a really good time. At one point, I think we were playing Marco Polo and I was standing in the shallow end of the swimming area hiding from whoever was ‘it’. Suddenly there’s a sharp tug on my swim suit bottoms. I turn to look over my shoulder and this little girl is literally BITING MY ASS. When she let go -- I shit you not, I can still see her face even now -- she was grinning up at me. At that point, I went into shock and couldn’t move, started shaking, etc. My friends came to help me as quickly as they could and tried pulling the girl away from me and got me to my parents.  After that, my parents went to the girl’s family and, from what they’ve told me, the family was from the backwoods and apparently didn’t care their daughter had done what she did. Now as an adult, if I go swimming anywhere, I always have shorts on over top my bottoms.

🎮 - Favorite video game(s)?

Up until 2015, it was World of Warcraft. After 2015? Witcher 3.

🍦 - Favorite ice cream flavor?

Daiquiri ice from Baskin-Robbins. But also anything with copious amounts of caramel.

[synthes]

there’s something unusual about the caprices that plague him lately. he hasn’t been calculative with his personal choices too often than not, sure, but some aspects of his life have been kept constant, especially when it comes to his hair. the length of it has remained more or less the same, with the end trimmed regularly to ensure it’s tidy. but that’s about it, he’s been keeping it that long for so long, years and years. today, nevertheless, his hair meets its demise on a rather whimsical decision, but sejong would like some changes to occur in his life since he typically sticks with the monotony pertaining to his private matters. except for his romance, that’s for sure: yoonsu has always been unpredictable at best, but today, he’s going to be the one giving yoonsu a pleasant surprise. or so he thinks, hopes.

and tonight, it is a rather quiet one. there’s no turbulence in the itinerary, the attacks from ccg largely subdued. as told to yoonsu previously, he’s waiting for yoonsu in the confines of his own apartment. asking yoonsu to take away some chinese food for supper is a trick to ensure that he arrives earlier than yoonsu, otherwise this surprise doesn’t feel as startling. when he senses yoonsu’s aura entering the hallway of the apartment’s, he gets on his feet, ready to stand there before yoonsu. the beep that resounds faintly when yoonsu taps the card on the door to unlock it makes his heart beat faster. he’s sure yoonsu would’ve heard it upon entrance. he grins when his lover closes the door behind his back, welcoming yoonsu. “hi, hyung,” he greets, still with that foolish grin curved. “what do you think of my new haircut?”

feat. @2oners​​: jang yoonsu.

[spoiledsovls]

@2oners --- called for a starter!

< for dohyun >

the last thing she remembered was a four way collision with her and jisoo on the motorcycle, they had gotten separated from the impact. hyejung had blacked out, missing the sharp pain on her side that had caused her to slip into a coma. time passes, hyejung’s body was not accustomed to being hooked to ivs and the constant beeping noise of her heart monitor. her vision is adjusting to the light that came into the room, sadness washes over her when the doctors explain that she had been in a coma and the first thing she saw was nothing. no one was there, her heart sinks as her eyes bore into the dull, white walls across from her. sometimes, there was a surge of pain on her left hip, her fingers tracing over the stitches that had been done in order to seal up the wound. it was excruciatingly painful, the hospital bills at the back of her mind -- thankful that she had woken up.

her father didn’t even notice? or was he alright with not having her in his household? selfish. taking her mind off of things, she’s standing in front of her room before she spots a second name under her own. park dohyun. she hadn’t even realized that she had been living next to someone all along. curious, she walks over to pull the curtains that separated them, blinking for a few moments as she sees a male who looked about her age (unless she was mistaken?) waving shyly. 

“i don’t mean t’be rude but... what are y’here for? an’ how long have y’been here..? i just woke up so.. i don’t... really know much.”

[gwyynbleidd]

cont. w/ @2oners​‘ kyungseok from here

          "Trouble?” they repeat the word with a delectable lick of their lips, finding the concept to be tempting. The dragon wasn’t entirely sure what they had been invited to, having taken another’s invitation and attended on their behalf. At first, they had been under the impression the event was being held by a select elite, those who felt above other humans due to their accrued wealth. Whether the group had stolen or rightfully earned it, Evra didn’t care. It wasn’t until they made a few rounds about the party’s limiting encasement that they sensed something different about them. Despite this, their conversations had been so banal, it was only a matter of time before they ended up right where they now stood.           “Trouble sounds more interesting than whatever going ons down below.” The remark was dry, boredom remarkably and unabashedly present in their words. Evra was prepared to talk their way out of the precarious situation and, hopefully, out the front doors of the extravagant home. Much to their surprise, more fun was to be had than the simple pilfering of a diary. Whoever this stranger was, this...tenant, they had bestowed upon them a chance to indulge in a bit of mischief.           A dark brow rose, prefacing an amused glint in their dark, reflective hues as its sibling followed suit and joined in a leery furrow. “It is I, yes,” they began, stepping towards the other non-human with foreboding swagger, “how am I to be sure you are who you claim to be, a resident, as you so snidely put it.” Their gaze traveled over their new prey’s frame, slowly and deliberately, taking note of every accessory, even his lack of visual flaws. “Who’s to say you aren’t the burglar here?”

[obciidian]

“  hold  my  hand  ??  ”  night@hwa  !!!        ╱       source    ,    closed    ,    @2oners​​

      how  astonishing  it  is,  such  a  revelation.  to  witness  his  most  loved  one  --  habitually  so  strong  and  buoyant,  no  longer  flamboyant  and  giddy,  but  rather,  overwhelmed  by  trepidation.  had  it  been  the  other  way  around,  he  is  certain  that  night  himself  would  have  taunted  him  until  the  end  of  the  night  --  it  is  rather  endearing,  to  think  of  it,  how  they  sneer  at  each  other  for  such  matters  yet  always  hold  one  another  close  when  they  need  to  most.      ❛    wow...  who  would’ve  guessed  that  you’re  such  a  big  baby  ?!    ❜

      perhaps  the  suggestion  to  watch  a  horror  movie  was  a  bad  one,  seunghwa’s  heart  is  palpitating  and  the  beating  is  rapid,  so  forcible  it  might  burst  through  the  thorax.  there  is  not  much  of  an  element  of  dread  in  what  they  are  watching,  or  more  so,  shielding  their  view  from  with  their  hands  and  the  pillows  on  the  couch,  but  rather...  jump  scares.      ❛    oh  my  god,  you  want  me  to  embrace  you,  shield  you  with  my  big  man  arms  ?    ❜      while  they  are  natural  responses  of  the  body,  he  cannot  simply  argue  science  with  his  boyfriend,  when  he  so  enthusiastically  derides  his  fear.      ❛    look,  it’s  not  even  scary  --  look  at  this,  it’s  over  by  now...    ❜      a  wicked  grin  appears  across  the  countenance,  as  he  awaits  night’s  vision  to  move  back  from  himself  to  the  screen  --  only  for  them  to  be  greeted  with  yet  another  jump  scare.  what  an  iniquitous  beam  that  he  wears.      ❛    sike.    ❜

      ❛    you’re  so  cute  when  you’re  scared,  baby...  you’re  like  a  ‘lil  child.    ❜      nevertheless  his  facetious  demeanor,  seunghwa  is  more  than  delighted  to  grasp  onto  night’s  hand.  the  warmth  is  comforting,  and  the  roughness  around  the  knuckles  is  an  addictive  sensation  he’s  learned  to  love,  when  his  thumb  brushes  against  the  skin,  and  the  fingers  are  laced  together.  

[zephyrvm]

my golden king, i think you are ... full of mystery with inexcusable savagery in your blood. the tamer of the tides within me. if i were betrayed with my name & heritage dying at your lips ─ it still wouldn’t be enough to regret trusting you.

« i think  meme  //  open   !!updating files.  「  ☁ 」 ━ *┊ @ unknown source | aka @2oners

❛  you are the one to speak , tamer of beast .     ❜   he knows that voice ; one that often whispered sweet words at night  .  there’s no hiding from him not when he’s remembered everything about her and only thirst for more .   ❛  you should know by now , you can’t hide from me little lamb . not now that my sight is on you , beast charmer .   ❜

[pcstilnt]

“   don’t  beat  yourself  up  over  this .   be  kind  to  yourself ,   it’s  not  your  fault .   ” julien@gia :^)

«  sentence starters //   closed !!  updating files. 「 ♡ 」 ━ *┊ @2oners​ ft: julien

❛  she’s so pissed at me , jul .  how can i not beat myself up for this .   ❜   amelia was not answering his calls and that probably had to do with the fact that he had once   again    canceled on one of their dates or more like he had not shown up at all  .  as much as he wanted to be there , his hands were tied and his duty to his bandmates was just as important to him as amelia was. however this time around , the date had   c o m p l e t e l y    slipped his mind with the amount of things that were packed on their schedule .  .  ❛   she’s sending me straight to voicemail . ❜   there’s a pain in his voice as he looks over towards the other members getting ready to begin practice  before his attention shifts over to the youngest of the group .    julien was like another     little   brother figure to gia and often ,if not always -- he could be found around the younger when jae was not around .   he was also   a lot easier to talk to at times if he had to be honest about certain things .

  ❛  we were so busy that i forgot to tell her and it completely slipped my mind  .   ❜    he can    only    imagine the embarrassment or bitterness that his girlfriend could have had realizing that she had been stood up without a reason .  he was really bad at relationships , normally never lasting more than a few weeks but this was different . amelia was   d i f f e r e n t     and his frustration shows in the way that the eldest of the band runs his hand through his freshly dyed brunette locks .  his phone tightly holds in his other as he hits the end of his phone against his knee out of frustration .  ❛  i just --- i just need to relax right ? i mean  would you be mad if it happened to you ? ❜    he knows the answer but still there’s a way his face shines with hope that julien will tell him that he wouldn’t be upset and understand .  of course though ,amelia was completely in the dark about him being an idol -- something he wasn’t quite sure how to tell his girlfriend . in fact he often swayed the conversations of his job line away when it would be brought up .

 ❛  jul , bro . i’m so fucking screwed .   ❜