#It's Seojin

[k-star-holic]

"It's Seojin, the God of Business Trip Communication."

[nyashykyunnie]

wdym i found an mc who's personality reminds me of Jinwoo and I pressume he's Intj and is named Lee SeongJIN. Atp I'm just collecting Jins.

Sung JINwoo

Yu IJIN

Han SeoJIN

Lee SeongJIN

God what do you feed these monsters why are they all my type

[taee]

tae’s reaction to the note left behind for him by an ARMY

[thisfuckingdeadlife]

unforgivable😔

[iheartcake123]

min seo-jin x f!reader

warnings:none (?)

a/n: all the military men in sweet home are just TOOO fine!! anyways i hope you enjoy this fic because it was so fun to write🤭

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you had been with seo-jin for a good while now, ever since the whole monster thing had happened. he’d saved you from a monster and ever since then, a friendship and then a relationship grew.

to be honest, you were complete polar opposites.

people described you as sweet, kind hearted and a gentle soul because of how sensitive you could be at times.

while on the other hand people described seo-jin as cold, intimidating and hot headed due to the nature of his attitude.

despite some challenges at the beginning of the relationship, you were both going extremely strong and you both complimented each other perfectly.

the day was like no other, the crow platoon had gone on an expedition and you were doing what you needed to do.

as it became later in the day, you patiently waited for seo-jin’ return. you were laying down in your room, on your shared bed. you had just woken from a nap and knew that it would soon be time for seo-jin to return.

it worried you each time he had to leave but you knew it was for the best and because of how skilled the platoon were, you were confident he’d come back safe each and every time.

thankfully, it wasn’t a long wait and several minutes later the door to your room opened and closed.

you lifted your head and saw that it was seo-jin. a smile immediately appeared on your face and you sat up. he must’ve cleaned himself up before coming to see you as his upper torso was bare, he was clean, his hair was wet and so was the shirt he held in his hand.

“seo-jin” you beamed but soon noticed the look on his face.

something was on his mind.

“is everything okay my love?” you questioned as he sat on the edge of the bed, throwing the wet shirt onto the floor.

his hands balled into fists and his eyebrows furrowed in obvious annoyance.

“im okay y/n” he huffed but you knew he wasn’t being honest.

“seo-jin, you can tell me what’s on your mind. i can tell there’s something bothering you” you placed a hand on one of his and he took a deep breath in.

he looked at you briefly before beginning to explain what was annoying him.

“the expedition today, it was a complete waste of time! we didn’t bring back anything valuable and we’re almost out of fuel. and then when we got back, there were these two fucking losers who were complaining about how we don’t let people who aren’t in the platoon on expeditions! are they too stupid to understand that we do it to protect them? it just gets on my nerves” he let out all his emotions and you listened intently to what he was saying “seriously, do they take us for idiots!?” seo-jin raised his voice slightly towards the end.

you let out a sigh, holding back a smile.

it was funny, how annoyed he would get a lot of the time.

“ahh seo-jin..” you began and shuffled to move behind him, you placed your hands on his shoulders and began to massage them “why do you get yourself so worked up?”

seo-jin relaxed into your touch and you continued to massage his shoulders.

“y/n, it’s just frustrating” his voice was a lot calmer and you hummed.

“i understand it can be frustrating but we’ve spoken about this before, haven’t we? let people say what they want to say because at the end of the day, you know how useful you are to this place. plus, you can get more massages from me” you let out a smile as got close to his ear and told him this.

seo-jin fell silent for a couple of minutes as you waited for him to respond.

“i guess you’re right y/n, im sorry i get so worked up” seo-jin turned his head to look at you. his eyes gentle and you couldn’t help the grin on your face as you examined his expression now.

“you don’t guess, you know im right” you teased and seo-jin broke into a smile.

“i know you’re right” he playfully rolled his eyes and pecked you on the lips.

you removed your hands from his shoulder and brought one to rest on his cheek.

“i love you so much” you told him and seo-jin leaned his head into your hand.

“i love you too”

[kdramamilfs]

oh yoon hee & cheon seo jin / the penthouse s2 (2021)

[gigisdoll]

Cw: noncon,manipulation,, seojin is a bad person, fingering, reader is described as smaller than seojin

Pairings; cheon seojin x reader

Notes; JSAKSIUSOWIW she is doing things to me :(( i needdd to get this out also @pepemyfantasy dm'd me if i upload any shi like this😵‍💫

All you've ever wanted was to become a singer, a star, a person prodigies look up to, just like cheon seojin. She was your idol, your star even... so when you were offered vocal lessons from her you couldn't say no! but seriously you couldn't. if you did she would've made sure your life would be over until you came back to her.

once you arrived at Hera Palace you went straight upstairs. getting confused on where you were supposed to go you met a nice lady named suryeon! she was so nice and warm you felt so safe with her :)) ur innocent eyes and small stature made her drawn to you specifically, as well as the way you talked, so nervously n fidgety you were so cute! but when you asked where seojin's room was she was quite mad... i mean why wouldn't she be? a thieving witch like seojin shouldn't have access to such a naive n sweet girl like you! but you headed off to her place anyway cus u were extremely excited to finally meet your idol!

but when you do she's already so bossy :(( she keeps saying to resonate better but this is your limit? or get a higher note when you've already hit the note perfectly so she can keep you for longer than necessary :// n suryeon did not trust her very much!!! n she was right cause seojin didn't trust herself either. controlling herself was so hard for her... and the way you sat there, looking all pretty she was trying hard to regulate herself n not take you right then and there!!! ur cute smile n pretty lil eyes made it even harder for her ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) as the night went on the rain got heavier n heavier , n darker nd darker! it'd be foolish of her to allow such a pretty girl out of her sight, at night nonetheless!

you kept asking if she was sure she'd let you stay, cause you know you needed to come back home, cause your mom would never let you stay over at a strangers house. "dont worry... i've called your mom and she has agreed to let you stay... " no, of course she hasn't, why would she? you didn't need to know that anyway. pretty girls like you shouldn't need to go anywhere without someone like her!! so obviously she invited you over for dinner like any sane person would?? but it was quite... uncomfortable for you.. her hand on your thigh slowly crept up underneath your skirt, to the point she was barely an inch away from your cunt.. nd as you ate dinner her fingers drew small circles on your inner thigh. but no matter how much you squirmed, or squealed her hand never moved away, even a squeeze or two would occur occasionally.

"ya'know y/n....you'd be such a popular singer... only if someone thrusted you into the spotlight.. " "you... you think so? " "mhm" she smirked slightly, while her hand started to cup ur cunt "and i know just who can help.. " you squeaked as her finger hooked on your panties n pulled em off quickly, "ms. cheon!-" her hand went over ur mouth as she collected your slick along her fingers "god... you wanted this didn't you? you wanted me to fuck you didn't you? that's why you wore this fucking skirt. " your hands gripped on her shoulders as her pointer teased your entrance "whore... trying to get fucked by me huh? want my fingers? hm? " at this point you were on the table, her finger pushing through your entrance, her finger was deep inside of you... but she wouldn't move her finger. " fucking hell, admit it or else your walking out of here high and dry" "please... wan' your fingers so bad! ms. cheon... " your whining got louder n louder as her fingers glided in and out of you quicker than anything you've ever felt.

you felt weird "ms.cheon! please go slow...! " "what? dont tell me your a fucking virgin?" you silenced yourself, telling her your answer "even fucking better... " she already knew, you don't a come across pretty girls whose cunt hasn't been stuffed full. "trust me, i know what i'm doing... " your head was dizzy, you could barely think. you became jello in her arms, allowing her to lie your body down on the table. "please- ms. cheon! " "don't you want to be a recognizable singer? you'll need me to even get into SNU. " her fingers curled up n your eyes got blurry as her pace quickened inside you, you whined loudly "you like that? huh? " all you could do was nod, unable to think very well. "have i already made pretty girl dumb? i bet i did.. " your hands gripped her shoulders tight, as your nails made small half moons on her back. why'd you let her do this? cause you needed any chance you could get to being a popular singer. this was what you needed, a chance, and although ur dignity was left for dead. it'd be okay.

a loud whine escaped your mouth, as the knot in your stomach snapped. you felt dirty, defiled. the fact you let n even enjoyed her having her way with you "i know it felt good.. right, pretty? " you only nodded, not wanting to anger her "felt.. so good"

[dykedivorce]

The Auditors | Episode 8

[sailoryooons]

Trick or Treat!🎃

Kit kat+ Frankenstein + The Addams Family!

Happy Haliween!!🕸🎃💜💚

☾ Pairing: Serial Killer! Seokjin x Serial Killer!f. reader

☾ Summary: For as long as you’ve worked at the upscale grocery store in the northern part of the city, you’ve hated Seokjin. He’s charming and smooth and you’re always fighting for employee of the month. It isn’t until you both show up at a house in the middle of the night that you realize how much you have in common. 

☾ Word Count: 3,245

☾ Genre: Enemies to Lovers(ish), Slasher, A little humor

☾ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.

☾ Warnings: Thoughts about murder, references to murder, reflection on being a murderer - literally, this is a drabble about two serial killers, they do not actually commit murder in this but literally the entire subject is MURDER!! Like reader thinks about killing people multiple times, this is disturbing but not necessarily graphic, and there are overall just. Themes of insanely morally corrupt people. Also contains explicit language, breaking into homes, knives and threats, stalking, prepping to murder someone, profiling people to be victims, sexual tension, and implications. Ambiguous ending, we don’t know if they kill their victim. 

☾ Published: October 8, 2023

☾ A/N: I am so sorry if you don’t like strange serial killers to lovers(ish), but for this Haliween trick you have selected Kit Kat + Frankenstein + The Addam's Family which equals Seokjin, Enemies to Lovers, and slasher! I kept this light-hearted and there’s no actual murder or anything, but this is absolutely unhinged and was an experience for me to write from the POV of a killer. I hope you love these two competitive lunatics with zero moral compasses discovering they have more in common than they think! 

☾ A/N 2: Mini shoutout to @minisugakoobies and @daechwitatamic for their input on my ruminating about what to do with this Haliween combination. Their musings inspire this wild little masterpiece and I could not have gotten the brain chugging without their comments. 

☾ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment, or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

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There are days you wonder if you should kill Seokjin. 

It would be too complicated, though. Not only would someone notice if he doesn’t show up to work, but it’s too close to home. Murders should always be removed. There should be no connections between you and the victim. Anything within seven degrees of separation is far too close.

And everyone knows you hate him. 

Hate the way he charms everyone else so effortlessly. There isn’t a soul at the store who doesn’t like him except maybe you. He is perfect. Not a hair out of place, his handsome features painfully symmetrical and alluring, his ease with people so crystalline that you want to scream. Glasses that are perfectly perched on his perfect nose. Effortlessly chic hair. A knockout mouth structure. 

It’s hard to imagine anyone is that perfect, but it appears Seokjin is. No matter how much digging you do, you never find anything incriminating. There’s nothing. He hardly seems to exist outside of the store. 

You hate him for it. Especially when you see he has beaten you for employee of the month again. Seokjin walks into the break room, looking at the announcement on the board. He smirks when he sees it, eyes coasting over to you. The grin grows and he shrugs. 

“What can I say?”

“Nothing, ideally,” you offer. 

“You’re cute when you’re jealous.”

You feel your eye twitch. You imagine how satisfying it would be to smash his teeth in. To feel the bone break beneath your foot, to hear the crunch.

The thought of it makes you smile and turn to him, suddenly calm again. “Congratulations, Seokjin. I look forward to celebrating with you during our meeting.”

Tying an apron around your waist, you leave the break room and head out onto the floor. Your calm intensifies, muscles loosen. The store is not open yet. Outside, the world is gray. The fluorescent lights shine down on the perfectly lined aisles, every item in place. Above, soft music plays. 

Mornings at the grocery store like this are second only to the high of watching the light fade from someone’s eyes. Here, you are alone and in peace. You feel the quiet of the world, undisturbed. Like a god walking through the land of their creation while everything is asleep. 

But it’s when you see someone looking at you as they embrace death that you know you are a god. You are the final thing they see, and right before they fade, they see you as their ender. Their maker. 

Seokjin might be able to take the employee of the month from you, but he cannot have this. These two moments. Different sides of the same coin. He could never understand the power that peace and death give you.

No one else understands. No one else could. 

-

When the store opens, your day unfolds. It is an upscale grocery store with organic foods, fresh pressed juice and swollen, ripe strawberries. You see all manner of people come in and out: assistants doing the shopping for their wealthy employers, socialites snapping pictures of their smoothies and juices, the upper class toting name-brand bags and watches as they hand over metal credit cards.

It is disgusting, in a way. But in your way, it’s become beautiful. A hunting ground for people who jet around the world so often, no one will know if they go missing. You’re always so so careful with your marks. They have to be right. Perfect. You have to spend weeks making sure they are the one. 

The one problem with this ritual is how long it takes. The need to feel that power and the need for safety and caution wage a war inside of you, neither giving ground to the other. It’s been months since you’ve had a fix, and with Seokjin’s employee of the month win, you know it’s time to sift through your options. 

Your list is small. The sweet, doe-eyed boy Jungkook is an easy mark in the sense that he has a very small social circle, his life is built on routine, and he is wildly trusting. Because of his routine, though, he might present a problem when he goes missing. That, and he is physically a danger to you if you don’t knock him out first. 

Taehyung isn’t bad, either. He comes and goes, traveling the world and staying in hostels, losing his passports across countries and sharing all of his travels on social media. He lives loosely enough that if he vanished, it would take a while for anyone to find him. But that social media feed of his would eventually attract attention. 

When Hoseok gets into your line, you feel your heart stutter. Perfect Hoseok. He is quiet and solitary, a fashion designer who often vanishes for long periods at a time. He doesn’t leave his quiet, lofty mansion in the hills often when he is in a fit of designing for a new season, and he is prone to hospitalizations for working himself near to death.

Perfect Hoseok, who smiles like Apollo and smells like the sun. He is an entity. A light that you cannot help but stare at. And you decide him. What would it be like, to see someone like Hoseok look at you and beg. Please. Like you’re his god. The only thing between him and death.

Your palms get sweaty as your line shortens. He’s just four back - it’s a busy day - but you try to get through your customers quickly. You want to make small talk with him. To get his weekend plans. 

And then Seokjin steps into the register next to you even though he’s supposed to be on break, and he turns the light on. “Hoseok! Come on over, let’s get you through.” 

Rage. You stop ringing up items. The conveyor belt hums and the products on top of it begin to pile up. White noise roars in your ears. You watch as Hoseok gets out of your line and swaps to Seokjin’s. They shake hands and start talking, Seokjin leaning back with a laugh. 

High-pitched ringing sings in your ears as you watch Seokjin bag Hoseok’s items and offer to walk him out to the car after flicking the light off at his register. 

“Ma’am?” You blink and the ringing vanishes. The man in front of you stares, raising his brows. His cat-like eyes are sharp and concerned. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you rasp, voice suddenly dry. It’s a lie. “Yeah.”

-

“Do you like stealing my customers?” you ask Seokjin, pressing the knife down hard through the apple you’re cutting at the break room counter. “Is that how you got employee of the month? Turning on your light to ring up one person and then fucking off?”

“Ooo,” Seokjin answers, closing the fridge with his hip. “We are still touchy about my great awards, are we?”

“You know that was a bitch move.” You slam the knife down on the cutting board. It’s a Wüsthof Classic Butcher Knife, which is wildly obnoxious for cutting fruit. And, you realize belatedly, it’s from Seokjin’s personal collection. You file it away, wondering what he knows about good knives. “Stay the fuck away from my business when I’m working.”

“Hoseok isn’t yours.” 

His tone makes you look up. Seokjin’s demeanor shifts, a chameleon adapting to a hostile environment. The telltale signs of his true annoyance are all there: red ears, vacant eyes, blank face. His shark face. You see it so rarely that it shocks you to see it now. 

It’s in moments like this where… he is almost your mirror. 

“He was in my line.”

“Funny how that isn’t the same thing.” 

“Customer poaching is desperate.” You pick the knife back up and slice through the apple, hearing the crisp, wet crunch like breaking a bone to get to marrow. “Are you that desperate, Jin?”

From the corner of your eye, you see his fingers twitch. For a split second, you think he might grab the knife. A flutter of excitement runs through you, unfettered. You wait to see what he does, holding your breath as you slowly turn to look at him. 

Is he going to do it? 

The moment clings to the air a moment longer. Then Namjoon opens a shelf and spills several boxes of granola, shattering the weaving tension between you and Seokjin. He takes a step back and you turn back toward your fruit, knife abandoned.

When he leaves, a shiver runs up your spine, quite unsure what that was. 

You also think that perhaps Seokjin is... more attractive than you give him credit for.

-

Two weeks. You tap through your phone, lighting up your face in the dark of your room. Hoseok will begin his descent into designing for his Spring collection in two weeks. It’s the perfect amount of time to prepare yourself, to begin the ritual of hunting. To watch, notate, and practice. 

You hit the button to turn off the lock screen and you’re bathed in darkness. 

Two weeks and you can feel the rush again.

Two weeks and you’ll be fed on the high for months. 

-

Not even Seokjin can get you down at work. You look at your time requested off on the calendar every morning you clock in. A blissful spread of days in which you’ll need to prepare, execute, and come down for the euphoria before coming back to work.

No amount of goading from Seokjin can upset you this week. You are locked in. Focused. So honed on your rapidly approaching desire that nothing can bring you down.

-

“Switch weekends with me,” Seokjin says, stepping in front of you before you can clock out. It’s late, both of you staying overtime to help unload a late shipment. You growl at him and try to jockey him out of the way, but he’s like iron. He doesn’t move. “I need that weekend off.”

“No.�� Seokjin’s stance grows firmer. You push him again but he is unmovable, making your lip curl. You slowly start to drag your eyes to his, where he is pouting. “Move or I will make you.”

“That’s the best reaction I’ve gotten from you all week. What plans do you have, huh? A date night with a bubble bath and a vibrator?”

You frown. He isn’t entirely wrong. The need to lay in warm water in a post-kill daze and bring yourself to an orgasm is part of the after routine. Still, you manage to shove him aside and punch in your number.

“Please,” he says gently. “I need the weekend.”

“No. Not for you. Not in a million years.” 

“What do you want? I’ll trade you anything.”

You face him after clocking out, giving him a wonderful smile. “You have nothing to offer me, Jin. I know you’re not used to hearing that.” 

Slowly, Seokjin’s face changes. He goes from charming and warm and melts into something else. Ice in a glass, losing its form and weak attempt at holding false shape. 

“You’re lucky we work together,” Seokjin murmurs. There is something dark in his voice. An abyss you’ve never heard from Seokjin, but you’ve touched yourself. It is the secret, dark voice of threat. Of promise. And then he grins, shrugging. “I guess I’ll ask around. Have fun with your sex toys.”

You watch Seokjin walk out and all you can think about is that low voice. That darkness. Like the thing that lives inside of you. 

-

One day. Hoseok has locked himself away. His social media has gone quiet. You watch as the trash cans go without being taken out. No one comes. No one goes. The only light that remains on is the one in his second-floor office. Hoseok comes outside a single time to look at the rain as it comes down hard on a Thursday before going back inside and not coming out again. 

Tomorrow. 

You watch the office light go off at five in the morning.

Tomorrow. 

-

Making a murder look like an accident is not easy. It is your least favorite method, in fact. You prefer people who vanish. A ghost is harder to trace than an accident. There are too many questions involved. 

Hoseok, though, cannot be a ghost. You knew that when you picked him. You haven’t orchestrated an accident in some time, but you will now. 

Hoseok likes to drink. He likes to fuel his designs with so much whiskey that sometimes he falls asleep in his office with the lights on at his desk, glass full. Other times, he crashes into furniture and knocks it over, shattering lamps and slipping down the stairs to get to his bedroom. 

Tonight, you have everything you need. A little bit of Xanax, which he has a prescription for. A little bit of chloroform to help knock him out. Epinephrine for you to give you a carefully measured and tested boost of adrenaline and strength. Gloves. Wrapped shoes. A list of all the blind spots in his alarm system and its codes. 

Crickets sing to you as you watch. You walked the full three hours to his home tonight. It was nice with the rush of cars around you and the crunch of your shoes on gravel. Once in the hills, you meticulously changed your clothes at a gas station, wiping off sweat and grime before taking the fifteen-minute trek into the lower hills where Hoseok lives. 

Light pollution makes it hard to see the stars, but the world stretches out beyond you as you stand in the murky darkness of an unsold home across the street. For the past two weeks, you have been an impromptu gargoyle perched among the trees. 

Hoseok should be happy he will not be around when someone moves in. The trees that offer the home privacy offer an entire vantage point to watch him through his uncurtained home. Even just climbing to other limbs gives you a view of other windows. Other ways in. 

The way in though, is easiest through the backyard where his spa room leads outside to the pool. The spa door has no camera and is in the blind spot for the camera under the patio pavilion. It additionally is rarely locked, a feature of Hoseok’s home he rarely uses. 

It takes five minutes to get from the spa bathroom to the office. His stairs are well-made and don’t squeak. He leaves no other lights on. It will be just you and the dark. 

You look at your watch. It’s four in the morning. For the past few days, Hoseok has gone to bed at five. He’s made it all three days in a row, not falling asleep at his desk. Tonight, he will do the same thing. He will get up, turn the lights out, and head to his bedroom. 

Except this time, you plan to be in the hall. A little chloroform. A little forced Xanax to make him weak when he wakes up and prevent him from fighting back. A jolt of adrenaline for you and a snap of his neck before he falls down the stairs and-

A shadow crosses the wall of Hoseok’s yard. You straighten in the tree, watching it make its way across the yard toward the back. Without even thinking about it, you move. The thought of someone breaking into the house and killing Hoseok by accident and stealing your high makes you bolt.

Your heart hammers. Your hands get sweaty. This isn’t how your night is supposed to go. You’re up and over the wall and sliding along the glass windows as you walk toward the spa bathroom door in a heartbeat. You feel rattled and out of sorts - not at all what you should be feeling on a night like this. 

Any other time, you might call it quits. Should call it quits. 

But you don’t. It’s been so long and Hoseok has been taking from you once this month already. You cannot let it happen again.

Like a shadow, you slide into the home. It is cold inside. Already you’re working out how to factor in another person. You had not intended to stage a home invasion, but the third person is a liability and a threat. You’ve never taken two at once before, and though the promise of what that might feel like makes you giddy, you also don’t know the math of this. You don’t know what this looks like.

And still you creep forward. 

Hoseok’s house is modern art. It is all sleek edges and warm tones washed in art on the walls and sculptures. Thankfully, it is also big and full of negative space. Nothing gets in your way as you creep up the stairs, eyes swiveling back and forth as you look for where the intruder has gone.

When you get to the top of the stairs, the hair on the back of your neck tingles. You swivel, bringing up your hand just as a knife stops in front of your face, only restricted by the iron grip you have on your assailant's wrist. You know the make of it immediately. It’s a Wüsthof Classic Butcher Knife.

Neither of you move. You cannot make the features on your attacker's face. Slowly, you see their other arm come up. You somewhat see they are holding up a hand. A white flag. Trembling, you loosen your grip on their knife arm, your other hand wrapped firmly around the hunting knife sheathed at your thigh. 

Together, you step away from Hoseok’s office door. One step. Two steps. A waltz backward and toward a guest room, where the door opens and you step inside with your opposite. Friend. Foe. You’re unsure. 

Moonlight filters through the window and your counterpart steps backward into it. 

Your breath catches in your chest and the urge to laugh suddenly takes you, swelling up so abruptly that you have to press your lips firmly shut to stop the madness from spilling out.

Seokjin looks good in all black, standing in the gray light of the moon. His shark eyes stare at you, face blank, waiting. The Wüsthof Classic Butcher Knife is still in his hand. It doesn’t shake. He holds it loose. Casual. A fast striker, you think. 

“What a strange thing,” Seokjin whispers. “To see someone so unlike me be my very mirror. What are you doing here?”

“It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain,” you whisper back, recalling a quote from The Tell-Tale Heart. “But once conceived, it haunted me day and night.”

He hums. “They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.”

Hoseok opens the door in his office. You both freeze, listening to his stumbling steps as he clambers down his stairs. Not a sound slips between you as Hoseok shuts the bedroom door downstairs. 

The silence is roaring.

“What well it be,” Seokjin whispers. “Friend or foe?” 

You tap the handle of your knife. “I want to be employee of the month next month. Try less.” 

“What do you like to do after?” 

“What was it you said? Take a bubble bath with a vibrator?” 

He sheaths the knife and offers a hand. “I can give you more.”

You carefully hold out a hand to him. Not an enemy. Not a friend. Perhaps… an equal. “We are the same, then?” 

“A mirror.” He pulls you in a little, just enough that his mouth brushes against yours. You want to take that dive suddenly. To lean into him. Past atrocities are forgotten in light of this new, beautiful darkness you share. “A mirror.” 

You descend the steps together, two workers from the store. And a little more. 

[twilightronin]

Studio Aube Seojin

[fadinglights]

"guess you've still got it, huh?" leah teases, a playful gleam in her eyes as she and seojin step outside the courtroom. despite the anxiety that gripped her when the trial first began, given that it’s the first time she had to face such false allegations, leah feels a sense of relief now. deep down, she never doubted that he would win this case for her — after all, they always did. "arguing for a living? that's a job made in heaven for you, really." / @everseens

[fridayvelvet]

fight scene from the auditors episode 4

[bts-boys]

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[taee]

tae being the funniest person as usual

[thisfuckingdeadlife]

wooga squad try jumping rope✌

[calekinnieplus]

Damn, I'm done binging Pick Me Up, Infinite Gacha.

It's a great manhwa! The growth of the MC is gradual and natural. The side characters also go through their own interesting character arcs and I enjoy the fact that teamwork is an important factor here without the "friendship is magic" thing.

Certainly makes for an interesting read!

(Also MC is hot, smart and badass °^°)

Yes, sir o7