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SYNOPSIS | 02 : THE BUTTERFLY EFFECT
Authorโs Note: The following chapter will be where the misery starts but I wanted to build character and friendship dynamics here first. Updates won't be as frequent (because of one word: life) but I have pre-written a lot for this drama already so I'll see this work to the end! Hopefully this is enjoyable so far, and feel free to let me know what you think (or what you want to see in future chapters)! Until next time! โก
"THE INNOCENT CIVILIANS HAVE LOST, AND THE MAFIA WON!"
Your heavy palpebrae that moments earlier masked your vision in dimness, adorned with a trace of gentle sleepiness, slowly flutters open at the announcement, eyes emerging from the veil of unconsciousness. Finding yourself awakening with an overwhelming and unshakeable wave of trepidation washing over you, your chest tightens in palpable distress. The heaviness pales no less in comparison to the weight of an anvil sinking down atop your sternum, lungs punctured by bowed bones.
You sit there in a state of unease, mind racing with apprehension and discomposure, searching for answers to the troubling sensation coursing through your body. The sense of foreboding grips your heart tightly like an invisible vice, leaving you breathless and unable to shake off the unwanted feeling.
In a haste, you slide open the window beside you, the glass screeching against rubber weatherstrips expanded by scorching summer heat. Through the humidity, a light breeze brushes past, breathing air and life back into you. It's not hard to recognize the way your subconscious whispers insistently that something is amiss, the combination of uncertainty and uneasiness blending together into something you can't decipher.
Your hand comes to rest against your chest, heart pounding strongly and ceaselessly against your ribcage, almost as though wanting to escape from its confines. It sends you reeling, akin to an out of body experience. For some unexplained reason, confusion clouds your thoughts as you struggle to clear the thick shroud of fog encasing your entire being, the mist muddling and settling deep within you. A haunting sense of premonition creeps over as if some elapsed memory shares in its ominous secrets. Yet, try as you might, you could not uncover the source of this inexplicable anxiety. You're left clueless except for the empty feeling both in your mind and soul, like you have forgotten something important.
When your breathing returns to normal and your pulse has settled back into its regular rhythmic beat, you shake your head to clear it of the sudden upsetting thoughts. Only then do you realize you had fallen asleep at one point, head tilted back against the warm and worn peeling leather seats of the bus. The sound of loud conversations and even louder hum of the engine, the smell of smoke, and the bump of the vehicle's wheels on uneven pavement brings with it a gentle sway of movement that returns to you a sense of comfort you can't put into words.
Glancing down at your lap, you notice that you had left the entirety of a horror movie playing on your phone, the end credits having long since rolled endlessly, words drenched in red blinking cursorily across the screen. You rarely experienced nightmares, not even after indulging in disturbing content, and certainly not when it's broad daylight out still. So then, why now?
The sound of a book plopping down to the ground pulls you out of your reverie and you lean forward to pick it up, folding it closed to survey the front cover.
ํฐ๋๋น์ ์ด์ธ.
The White Butterfly's Murder.
You smile to yourself. It was so like Yoon-Seo to read a murder mystery on a school trip, the same exact one you had gifted to her only yesterday for her birthday. A love of thriller was what brought you both to be such good friends in the first place, and it didn't seem those like-minded interests would diverge any time soon.
"Yoon-Seo ah..." Scooting forward in your seat, you lightly tap her on the shoulder and she jolts upright, turning back to look at you, unreasonably startled, a shiver running down her spine. "What's wrong?" Your grin drops slightly at her growing restlessness, face now pale as if she had encountered an apparition. Her eyes shift back and forth, guarded for a microsecond before snapping back into her usual self.
Yoon-Seo takes noticeably deep inhales, drawing the attention of Jung-Won, her seat mate for the ride, who pauses mid-coding to look over, displeased.
"What did you dream of?"
"I'd rather not say."
"Han Seol-Hwa. Lee Yoon-Seo.โ Jung-Won clicks her tongue teasingly, pointing a finger from you to Yoon-Seo. โI'm making it a rule that you guys stay away from blood, murders, and deaths this trip, alright?"
You roll your eyes good-naturedly. "Alright, I promise you eomma. No more nagging Yoon-Seo and I."
Jung-Won scowls at you playfully, pushing her glasses up higher on the bridge of her nose and you stick out your tongue in her direction impishly. Yoon-Seo laughs quietly at the exchange as you hand her back her book.
"Thanks, Seol-Hwa."
"Tell me all about it later when we've arrived." Despite muttering it under your breath to avoid being heard by Jung-Won, you fail miserably.
"Seriously?!"
You and Yoon-Seo laugh together as Jung-Won goes on a tangent about how psychologically, scary things are not good for young, impressionable minds, fingers click-clacking away all the while. Fortunately preoccupied, she doesn't notice Yoon-Seo sending you a wink, a hidden promise between you two to indulge in the realm of the supernatural regardless.
A resounding and victorious scream travels all the way from the back of the bus and you turn around to observe the friend group seated there.
"See?! I told you all Yool was the Mafia! Let's play again," Eun-Ha says, arms crossed. "You idiots never listen to me, do you?" She slaps both Yeon-Woo and Eun-Chan on the back of their heads as petty punishment.
"What can I say? You simply can't kill the master." Yool leans back, legs thrown atop the headrest of the seat in front, a proud smile stretched across his face.
As they're about to commence another game, Jin-Ha gets relayed a message through Seung-Bin. "Tell them that Kyung-Jun is sleeping and to shut the hell up."
"YAH!" The random shout is so out of place and entirely uncalled for, but it's effective for the time being. "Kyung-Jun is sleeping," Jin-Ha parrots, obedient. "You guys are always so fucking loud that we can hear you before we can see you!" Met with blank stares all around, he's finally satisfied at the reduction in volume and goes back to looking at something Seung-Bin points out to him on his phone. Unbeknownst to him, the rest switch to eyeing him in disfavor behind his back.
It wasn't hard to see the hierarchy of the bullies' group, although Jin-Ha most likely doesn't notice anything wrong with the skewed power dynamics.
Kyung-Jun unpredictably opens his eyes, turning to glare at Heo Yool specifically, but when he swivels back around again, your eyes meet coincidentally and he simply stares, an unreadable expression on his face. You avert your gaze hastily, not wanting to stir up trouble with the bullies, especially not Kyung-Jun who was quick to anger if someone so much as breathed wrongly in his direction.
Your eyes search the rest of the bus lazily before landing on Jun-Hee, sleeping peacefully unaware, head tilted towards the window. The sunlight bathes him in a soft yellow glow and you can't help but stare as a single ray of light filters through the curtains, slanting lightly across his face. You etch every slope, every contour, and every dip of his countenance behind your eyes so that the image of him doesn't fade.
The comfortable rise and fall of Jun-Hee's chest, synchronized with his steady breathing is so serene that it captivates your heart. In high noon, the gentle curves of his face seem even more soft, accentuated by the calmness enveloping his features. Fondly, you observe him in the morning's bright golden haze, and in the beauty of the falling sunbeams, you wonder if he'd ever see you in the same way.
A rolled-up piece of paper hits you square in the face and you finally drag your gaze away long enough to see who it is. Whipping your head around, you're met with snickers from Hyun-Ho and Dong-Hyun, who don't even try to hide they're the culprits.
You're being obvious. Hyun-Ho mouths the words discernibly. Just sit next to him if you're going to gawk.
You chuck the paper ball back toward him and it smacks him in the mouth, your nose scrunching up in focus mixed with annoyance.
"I think that's the most creative way I've ever seen someone being told to shut up," Dong-Hyun voices approvingly, shooting you two thumbs up.
"Are you my friend or hers?" Hyun-Ho asks childishly, somewhat snubbed.
"To be honest, she can be more frightening than you at times even though she's half your size."
You giggle to yourself as the two start squabbling in their seats across the aisle from Jung-Won and Yoon-Seo.
For the most part, after having transferred to Yooil High, you were fairly well-liked by everyone for your just and nonjudgmental attitude. That, and you pretty much kept to yourself, stayed out of trouble, and knew not to dig your nose in other's business if it didn't concern you. You weren't popular by any means, but not a single person had a true reason to dislike you and you hoped to continue that track record.
By a stroke of bad luck, your parents died a few years ago in a car accident, and you've been living with your cousin Hyun-Ho ever since, adopted by your aunt and uncle-in-law. They have been nothing short of welcoming and loving, and the same goes for Hyun-Ho, who acts no less like your real brother. Sure, he's annoying at times but it's just his overprotective nature and ease of accepting the older sibling role. You got on quite quickly with Yoon-Seo and Jung-Won, and Hyun-Ho made sure you adapted to his own friend group, introducing you to his best friends Jun-Hee and Dong-Hyun. You loved your companions dearly, all incredibly close and inseparable ever since you could remember.
But you couldn't remember when you began to see Jun-Hee as more than that.
Friends.
It's not the first, and it certainly won't be the last time you remind yourself of that fact.
Just friends. Nothing more and nothing less.
Except, you're not the only who was harboring feelings for him. Where you were quiet and discreet about it, So-Mi is loud and unabashed. It's hard to ignore and pretend you don't hear her snapping pictures of Jun-Hee shamelessly and without permission, the shutter ticking in quick succession.
"Isn't this crazy? It's like a photoshoot, right? How does he look like that? Even while sleeping?" So-Mi rattles off questions in awe, more to herself than anyone else.
Woo Ram doesn't miss a beat in his reply. "I'll tell Jun-Hee about your crazy obsession with him."
"Could you, please?" So-Mi widens her eyes, batting her lashes imploringly. "I'll use that as an opportunity to tempt him."
You hear Ji-Soo's laugh ring out brash and clear. "This delusional girl, seriously..." she chides. "You've been saying that since last year. When will you actually find the courage to tell him?"
That's the question you ask yourself also. You don't blame So-Mi. Sometimes, you think it might be better to not have been best friends with him. It only complicates your feelings further, too afraid to ruin years of friendship, but also too filled with wishful thinking on the mere possibility of it growing into anything beyond that.
Sighing, you turn to look out the window, trying your best to tune out their conversation even though it doesn't work. There's not much to hold your attention when the scenery is endless stretches of barren trees and even emptier infrastructure, or lack thereof, rolling by.
The setting sun dyes everything in a blaze of orange, making it appear as if the city was burning, the sky collapsing.
"Seduce him now," Yu-Jun taunts, voice giving way to his utter lack of confidence in So-Mi's coquetting abilities, knowing full well the impossibility that the two would ever end up together.
"Cut it out! It will happen soon...just not here." So-Mi tries to shush her friends as they holler at Jun-Hee teasingly, with all intent to wake him up.
Woo-Ram and Yu-Jun successfully manage to rouse him if the sound of So-Mi's indignant squeals is anything to go by, coupled with the unmistakable clicking of her phone's camera shutter, pressed by accident this time around.
Somewhere in between listening and musing, you had begun to doze off again when you feel the seat shift and sink beside yours. The movement is so light and careful that you don't pay it any notice at first.
"Hey, I thought when you flirt with someone, they're supposed to come to you and not away from you." Ji-Soo's snickers mix in with So-Mi's annoyed remarks aren't as jarring as you thought it'd be after everyone was subjected to the silent rule earlier.
You feel your head droop forward before someone touches the side of your face gently, fingers grazing the curve of your cheek to angle your head into the broad line of their shoulder.
The pads of their fingers trace the underside of your jaw in a featherlight motion, and you lift your face in alarm, curious as to who would do such a thing especially if they weren't necessarily close to you
Eyes trailing upward, your vision refocuses and they widen at the sight of Jun-Hee staring down at you, gaze soft and unwavering as he stares, transfixed, pupils shining. One hand is hanging in midair, held steady to shield your face from the sun.
You open your mouth to say something, anything, but no words come out, a frozen expression of surprise on your visage.
Jun-Hee's lips tilt slightly upward, the motion bunching his cheeks up, almost as if he was trying hard to suppress his laugh.
Pulling yourself together, you sit up properly and lean away from his shoulder. "Sorry."
You don't notice Jun-Hee's smile dropping imperceptibly and the light in his eyes dimming as you're no longer within close proximity. "Why are you apologizing?"
"It's nothing." The response is too dismissive even to your own ears as you can't conjure up an excuse for the sudden pretense, or for your outlandish behavior.
It would be quite a long bus ride, sitting next to each other, both not knowing what to say.
The space between Jun-Hee's eyebrows crease together in confusion, but he doesn't push the matter further.
You clear your throat awkwardly, shifting in your seat to sit on your hands. When did simply talking to him become so hard to do? You've hidden your feelings for years without problem, so why was it so different now? Those feelings changed and grew. "When did you come to sit here? Weren't you just sleeping earlier?"
Jun-Hee knocks his shoulder into yours, a teasing lilt to his voice. "You were watching me?"
"Pft, as if," You deny with lackluster confidence, scoffing. "I was just observing what everyone was doing."
"Right..." He elongates the word. "...And what I was doing was sleeping. That you watched." Jun-Hee looks at you again, a deadpan but knowing look on his face. Flustered, you duck your head only for him to mirror the movement, subtly leaning his own toward yours and trying to catch your eye. It ends up with him chortling as your forehead nearly collides with your knees in the slouched over position you had subjected yourself to.
Knowing full well you were being made fun of without a hint of malice, you twist your body sideways and lean your back against the window, turning to him with a glare. "Is this fun to you?"
As he laughs, you find yourself wanting to follow suit, but stick to the bit of maintaining your mock angry faรงade, slapping him on the arm. If anything, he continues to chuckle, barely flinching, finding your reaction rather amusing.
"Don't worry. I promise I didn't sneak any pictures." It quickly registers to you that he was clearly teasing So-Mi for earlier. You can't help the scandalized look on your face, cheeks puffing out as you try to hold in your laugh. "I guess you did notice a camera being pressed up to your face, huh?"
"Kind of hard not to with all the noise." He shakes his head in annoyance. "But I am still sleepy." Jun-Hee pulls your arm so that you're pressed against his side again, no semblance of space remaining between the two of you as he lowers himself, sinking further down into the seat, eyes shut and head now leaning against your shoulder.
"Jun-Hee..."
"Let me borrow your shoulder for a little while."
You're about to pull away, thinking he's playing around when his grip tightens on your arm.
"Think of it as returning the favor from earlier. We can call it even."
Making a vague sound of neutrality but not moving, you relax, and Jun-Hee lessens his hold, adjusting his position to be more comfortable. "Are you going to watch this time too?" His hand squeezes your forearm once.
"Dream on," you kid.
"Maybe I will," he answers with certainty. "Until it becomes reality."
"I didn't know you were this affectionate with everyone."
"Not just anyone. Only you," Jun-Hee mumbles, tilting his head further into the crook of your neck. His lips move dangerously close to the juncture of your shoulder, your pulse point centimeters away as he shifts around, finding the most relaxing spot to rest.
"Don't say things you don't mean." You can't bite your tongue fast enough as the words tumble out unprompted. That was supposed to be an inside thought no one else should be privy to but yourself.
"Who says I don't mean it?" You tense up beside him, at a loss for words, but Jun-Hee doesn't point it out, more than not nice enough to ignore it for your sake. "I'm self-proclaimed as your favorite." He bumps his knee against yours. "I know you better than anyone else."
"Do you, though?"
"...Of course, I do."
But you don't know that I'm already halfway in love with you.
"On what basis, mister?"
"Best friend privileges."
"Right..."
You stare down at the top of his head, Jun-Hee unaware of your blatant staring and the way your smile fades at the same time one appears on his face.
"That's acceptable, no?"
"Of course, it is. Best friends. That's what we are..." You trail off.
And I guess that's all we'll ever be.
Hours later, the sky has since darkened and you can see the visible outline of the full moon on high, light not concealed by the stars weakly glimmering to illuminate the night.
Most, if not the entirety, of the students on the bus were asleep, except for you and your two lovable, but mischievous best friends sitting in front of you.
Yoon-Seo and Jung-Won peer over the back of their seats like cute meerkats, only their eyes visible, phones raised suspiciously in your direction.
"You're welcome in advance," Yoon-Seo says cheekily, showing the widest grin you've ever seen on her, eyes crinkling as Jung-Won stifles her laugh behind her hand. At your persistent eye signals, they sink back down into their seats, satisfied after overfilling their camera rolls.
As the bus slows down, indicating that your class was nearing your destination, the road gradually begins to get rougher and bumpier. It's a surprise Jun-Hee still hasn't woken up yet, sleeping soundly away still leaning on you.
Deciding to mess around with him, you slightly pivot your body so it's facing him, leaving enough room for his head to not fall off your shoulder.
"Jun-Hee," you call, tilting your head down in front of his.
"Jun-Hee ah." The bus is rocking him, lolling his head forward along with the movement, his face nearly downturned.
"Wake up, sleepyhead." Your shoulder is no longer acting as support when you turn your face directly below his and peer up, tilting your head like he had done to you miles back, smiling at his obliviousness to the harmless prank, peacefully undisturbed in his slumber.
"Kim Junโ" The bus lurches abruptly, running over a speed bump the driver misses, and your words die in your throat as it jostles Jun-Hee's body forward and consequently his head toward your own, his lips meeting yours. The next slope in the road, and the fleeting press of the accidental kiss fades away, but the butterflies in your stomach refuse to settle.
You're motionless, eyes wide, hands immediately coming up to touch your lips where they're still tingling from the lingering imprint of Jun-Hee's lips against your own, barely registering just how close his face is to yours still, remaining asleep all the same.
"Kids, we're here!"
Your teacher's announcement snaps you out of your thoughts and you hurriedly sit back as Jun-Hee's eyelids sluggishly part, the first thing they focus on is you. He grins drowsily, and you wonder what can truly fix the irreparable damage to your heart.
Get a grip, Han Seol-Hwa.
Forcing a smile that you hope isn't as awkward as it feels onto your face, you decidedly withhold the truth about the incident.
"That was the best sleep I've had in a while," Jun-Hee tells you, leaning closer to be heard over the ruckus of everyone moving around in their seats, wanting to alight the bus the moment it stops.
You scoot back reflexively with your face aflame, still not over what had happened.
Jun-Hee also pulls away, worry mixed with bewilderment evident on his face. "Are you alright?"
"What do you mean?" You cringe internally at how guilty the tone of your voice comes out.
"It's just..." Jun-Hee regards you for a moment, studying your face as you avoid his searching eyes. "You've been acting a little weird since this morning."
"I'm tired is all," you lie through your teeth.
"If Iโ"
Suddenly So-Mi appears next to the two of you in the aisle, eyeing you up and down judgingly. "Jun-Hee, the teacher said he wants to talk to us."
As Jun-Hee gets up but doesn't reply, you swiftly scoot out of your own seat and attempt to scurry away to where Yoon-Seo and Jung-Won are waiting for you by the wheel, wanting to avoid the dreaded conversation you knew was sure to follow.
So-Mi dismisses your presence completely, standing into the empty space between the rows in an effort to block Jun-Hee off.
His eyes count your steps and before you can move even a feet away, he grabs ahold of you, fingers wrapping securely but tenderly around your wrist. Your pulse quickens beneath your skin, and you wonder if he can feel how rapidly it bounds under his touch.
"Seol-Hwaโ"
Jun-Hee appears a bit dejected for some reason you'd rather not dwell upon. You gaze down at his grasp on you before turning to face him.
"Didn't you hear me?" So-Mi interjects, trying to make him focus on her by stepping into his line of vision, but his eyes remain fixed only on you. "Seonsaengnim needs both of us for something."
Your fingers graze Jun-Hee's as you slowly remove his hand, much to his reluctance. To the bitter distaste of So-Mi, he doesn't seem like he'll go along with her any time soon. She directs her glare at you once more, and you sigh quietly, not wanting to be in the middle of this interaction one bit.
"I'll see you later Jun-Hee."
"Waitโ" He tries to grab your hand again, but So-Mi is quick to turn his shoulder away, making up filler dialogue.
Given the slip unintentionally, you speed walk toward your friends, and the three of you descend the steps. You feel Jun-Hee's stare burn through the back of your head yet refuse to turn around.
Maybe if you leave everything that happened on the bus and the thoughts along with it, you'll go back to being yourself soon enough.
The teacher is pacing the edge of the curb looking perturbed, voice frustrated as he speaks into the phone, the person on the other end not comprehending a single word.
Before you can tune into what he's saying, Yoon-Seo taps you on the forearm, whispering, "Have we been here? Why do I feel like I have? It's so familiar..."
"All the youth centers look the same," Jung-Won settles, rummaging through her backpack. "Yoon-Seo, Seol-Hwa, I'm heading in first. See you inside."
You wave to her as Yoon-Seo stands beside you, unmoving and gazing up at the third-floor window of the building.
"Yoon-Seo...?" You move your hand back and forth in front of her face, and she finally blinks, her gaze returning to normal.
"What is it?" she responds absentmindedly.
"That's what I should be asking you." You halt at the blank expression on her face staring back at you.
"I thought I saw something..." She points at the window but when you look, squinting against the dark to focus your eyes, all you can see is the white curtains billowing back and forth from the window barely cracked open.
"It's only the wind. Your mind is probably playing tricks on you." Yoon-Seo seems assured by your answer for the time being, nodding. You rap on her head lightly with a loose fist, mock admonishing. "Aigoo, Miss Detective. The books are taking over your imagination."
Yoon-Seo laughs and shoves you playfully. "Don't act like you don't also live and breathe all things horror."
"But I'm not the one seeing things, am I?" Raising your eyebrows at her teasingly, Yoon-Seo simply rolls her eyes and links her arm with yours.
"Come on, let's go. It's cold out here, and I want to see the rest of this place."
The two of you enter the lobby, and the first thing you take note of is the pure white marble statue of a girl, sitting atop a pillar and staring down into nothingness, eyes soulless and devoid of emotion. Itโs melancholic in a way, a personified goddess, yet alone and ostensibly powerless.
"Yoon-Seo, don't you think those eyes remind you of anyone?" You fix your gaze on the figurine closely, examining the features etched haphazardly into the rock. Whatever intention the sculptor had, you couldn't find the purpose for the seemingly out of place decor.
Yoon-Seo nudges you. "Now who's the one with the wild imagination?"
"I'm being serious here."
"I don't see any resemblance to anyone we could possibly know. There's no informative plaque on who it may be either."
You shrug. "Maybe it's just me then."
"Aren't you two going to scan?" Jung-Won ushers you and Yoon-Seo toward the flyer:
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"This place has an app? What for?" you question.
"Hmm, I'll just stick to this paper booklet they have instead." Yoon-Seo decides quickly, rifling through the readily available printed maps.
"You'll have to lead me around," you say in all earnestness. "I'm very direction disoriented."
Jung-Won doesn't even try to hide her smile. "We can tell."
"It's not my fault I was born like this." You dramatically fall back onto Yoon-Seo. "Would you two really lead me astray as my best friends?"
Yoon-Seo giggles behind you. "No way. We saw how dazed you were getting off the bus earlier. You need all the help you can get."
Jung-Won snickers, shaking her head while dragging you and Yoon-Seo through the double doors of the gymnasium where the rest were gathered.
Everyone is off scattered into their own respective friend groups, your trio throwing your backpacks haphazardly on the floor before sitting against the wall of bleachers yet to be pulled out.
Jun-Hee and So-Mi enter shortly after with the teacher, engaged in a discussion. You look away before they can notice, and focus on the girls attempting to practice for their performance instead, Woo-Ram filming their efforts. Joo-Young pushes Mi-Na out of her spotlight and steals it openly, not that Woo-Ram minded. If anything, he holds the camera ever-sturdier, a newfound excitement apparent this time around as he zooms into her face. His happiness is short-lived however, as Kyung-Joon turns off the speakers nonchalantly, forcing the girls to start over from the beginning, much to their irritation.
Despite what you decided on earlier, you can't help but throw glances over in Jun-Hee's direction. He's seated at the table reserved for school council members by the entryway, overlooking everyone as So-Mi talks his ear off, undeterred by his indifference.
"Stop staring. You're going to wear away his pretty face," Yoon-Seo jokes from your left.
"I wasn't staring," you reply back half-committally, knowing she's caught you in the act.
"You totally were," Jung-Won joins in, slowly leaning her head on your right shoulder. "Let me borrow your shoulder while I code."
"If she's allowed, I should be too," Yoon-Seo copies, mirroring Jung-Won from your left side.
"Careful, that one's Jun-Hee's. You'll have to wait your turn, Yoon-Seo."
"Oh my god," you groan, embarrassed, hiding your face into your hands as the two laugh beside you, kicking your feet from both sides with theirs. "You two are merciless."
"Are you going to deprive me of the best sleep I'll ever have?" Yoon-Seo snuggles closer, hugging you tightly to her.
"Yah! Lee Yoon-Seo!"
You had the intention of taking Jun-Hee off your mind by hanging out with your friends, only for you to see bits of his personality in Yoon-Seo, their long-time friendship having had them taking on one another's mannerisms.
"I'm using my best friend privileges." Jung-Won pats you on the knee. "Stay still."
As Yoon-Seo and Jung-Won squish into you from both sides, you can't help but giggle at the sheer absurdity of the reenactment and their dedication to coming up with jokes on the fly. You try to fight back the onslaught of laughter, but it's entirely pointless in their presence. Traitorously, your eyes crinkle in mirth, half-crescents resting atop your cheeks as your laugh tinkles in the shared space, making the other two giggle along, shaking with glee where they're pressed against you.
Jung-Won eventually caves and sits up properly when all the hooting you and Yoon-Seo are doing keeps rattling her laptop, messing up her coding. A permanent smile sits on her face though, watching you two bicker.
"Jung-Won, help, I need my inhaler. I can't breathe from laughing so much," Yoon-Seo gasps out, holding her stomach.
"I'm not getting it for you."
"I can't believe you would tease me at the expense of your asthma." You push Yeon-Seo away, sniggering as she goes back to clinging onto your arm and laying her head back on your shoulder.
Jung-Won turns to look at you and Yoon-Seo briefly, her eyes shifting to the side momentarily, a ghost of a smile settling on her lips before she resumes attention to her laptop. "Don't look but Jun-Hee is watching."
Right as she says that, you make to move your head, but Yoon-Seo expects it and holds your chin in place with her hand, pinching your cheeks playfully.
"I said don't look!" Jung-Won chuckles.
It throws Yoon-Seo into another fit of giggles as you try to speak through your puckered lips. She releases her hand quickly after, and you drop your head to lean on the crown of hers, giving up.
You elbow Jung-Won in her side. "Were you messing with me?"
"Why would I?" she says innocently, typing away.
You look at her pointedly. "Yeah, you totally wouldn't."
Jung-Won holds her hands up in a motion of surrender. "I'm not this time, really. Seeing So-Mi angry is my favorite past-time."
"So mean," Yoon-Seo sing-songs.
"And you had no part in this?" You poke Yoon-Seo in the cheek. "Who told you to have an annoyingly cute and kind best friend?"
"You mean you?"
"You know what I mean."
"It's true."
"Guess I'll have a crush on you instead."
Yoon-Seo chortles with laughter. "So, you do admit you like him!"
"I didn't say that!"
"I read between the lines."
โIt was one line!โ
"This really sucks," Jung-Won says off-handedly, scrolling through the app. "I can make something like this in a day."
"Huh?" Yoon-Seo inquires, lost.
"You really didn't scan the QR code earlier? It was installed automatically. Give me your phone. I'll do it for you."
"No, it's okay. I'll get by. It's a short trip."
"I wouldn't put it past Yoon Seo to carry around the paper map for two whole days," you jest.
"Careful, you can't even navigate well, Seol-Hwa."
Jung-Won snorts at Yoon-Seo's jab.
"You got me there. If you tell me to walk back the way we came from I'd probably end up walking in the opposite direction."
Yoon-Seo shakes her head in fond disbelief.
"I'm not getting any signals in here." Jung-Won holds her phone up high, arm stretching.
While you watch as Jung-Won moves her device around to figure out the cause of the lost signal and no connection to Wi-Fi, Yool rushes past, making a mad run for the storage room. Adjacent to the bleachers where you and your friends were sitting, he flings the door open with purpose and digs through the contents of the room. Various apparatus gets upended from their designated places, the speed and sheer amount of hiking gear, equipment for ball sports, as well as other items meant for the gymnasium flying out from the doorway is nothing short of the effects in a comedic cartoon. Knowing how much of a jokester Yool was, you pay it no mind and turn back to the task at hand.
You pull out your own phone to try and locate even one bar of cell phone service, only to be met with the message that the vicinity was an unserviceable area. "That's weird. We're not in a remote place or anything like that. What happens if the power goes out, then?"
Right as you say that, static from the speakers produces head-splitting screeches, causing everyone to recoil with palms over their ears in annoyance, the lights flashing once before cutting out.
With everyone fearing the worst, a few remain unmoving while screams of the rest bounce off the walls, echoing in the spacious room. You and Yoon-Seo however, have no reaction, more curious than anything else.
"Why did you turn the lights off?" Someone you can't put a name to probes in the dark. "Turn them back on!"
Following in haste after one another, the students make good use of their phone flashlights, aiming it at the court's center, revealing a figure cloaked in white standing as clear as day amidst the obscurity of the room.
While the majority cower in fear, clutching onto their friends, Hyun-Ho imperturbably throws a basketball at the unknown prowler, knocking them over in one go.
"Ouch!"
The white sheet is flung off theatrically, and out crawls a disheveled but cackling Yool.
"Aish, seriously," Hyun-Ho admonishes. "Quit goofing around."
Kicking the blanket to the side away from his feet, Yool raises his hands up in the air dramatically, acting to the end. Not a single person has managed to find the overhead lights in the meantime, the only ones illuminating the outline of his thin frame were the stage bulbs operating on a different circuit.
"While I have your attention, you guys have to listen up," he begins conspiratorially. "I heard a harrowing tale that's been passed down to everyone who steps foot into this building." Yool looks from one classmate to the next, more serious than he's ever been. "They say a female high school student took her own life here." He continues on as gasps and murmurs spring up around you. "There are things you absolutely can't do." He waggles his pointer finger dramatically for emphasis. "Don't look back after glancing in the mirror past midnight, and ignore it even if someone were to grab your ankle while you are asleep. If you don't follow these rules..." Yool pauses for staged effect before walking in broken steps like heโs possessed, arms and legs bent in odd angles, rushing straight toward the dancers still seated on the floor.
"...YOU'LL SEE A GHOST!"
Shrieks pierce the room as someone manages to flip the lights on again with perfect timing, ending Yool's one-man show.
Jung-Won clucks her tongue while you and Yoon-Seo look at one another. You were expecting her to be as nonchalant as you were, all her readings considered, but she's staring straight ahead, spooked.
"Earth to Yoon-Seo?" You touch her hand and she flinches, causing you to jump as well from her unexpected reaction.
"Huh?" She whips her head toward you, still zoned out. "Sorry." A forced smile settles on her face, an infrequent sight to her usual bright demeanor. "Don't worry, it just felt like deja vu for a minute."
"You said something similar earlier. Are you sure you're doing okay?" Your voiced is laced with worry.
"See, this is why I told you two to tone it down with the heebie-jeebies. You're only scaring yourselves." Jung-Won pats your head and then Yoon-Seo's in turn. "We should go to our rooms anyway. They all have too much energy they can't wait to waste away," Jung-Won states, gesturing to everyone milling about.
"Let's go?" You pull Yoon-Seo up, and she nods in return, reassuring you that she was finally present and not off and away in her thoughts.
As the three of you leave, your ears perk up at the last thing you hear Yool say.
"Did you guys really believe it?" His sentence is cut by a boisterous laugh, pleased to no end at the affirmative from his friends. "Eyy, come on now, it was just an innocent and fake joke. None of us are going to die. Not tonight and not for a long time to come."
SYNOPSIS | 02 : THE BUTTERFLY EFFECT
ยฉ ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ข๐ญ ๐ ๐จ๐๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ ๐๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐๐๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐. ๐ ๐๐จ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐๐ง๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐ฌ๐ข๐๐ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐๐๐ง๐ฌ๐ ๐จ๐ ๐๐ฅ๐๐ฆ๐๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐๐๐ฏ๐ข๐๐ญ๐ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ข๐ง๐๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ค๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง๐๐ฅ๐ฎ๐๐ข๐ง๐ , ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ, ๐๐ข๐๐ฅ๐จ๐ ๐ฎ๐, ๐๐ก๐๐ซ๐๐๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ข๐ณ๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐ง๐๐ซ๐ซ๐๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐, ๐๐ง๐ ๐ซ๐๐๐๐๐ซ-๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐๐ซ๐ญ. ๐๐ฅ๐ฌ๐จ, ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฌ๐ ๐๐จ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐๐ ๐ข๐๐ซ๐ข๐ณ๐, ๐ญ๐ซ๐๐ง๐ฌ๐ฅ๐๐ญ๐, ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐ข๐๐ฎ๐ญ๐, ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐จ๐๐ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ค ๐๐ฅ๐ฌ๐๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ฅ๐๐ข๐ฆ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐๐ซ ๐ ๐๐ข๐๐๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐ญ ๐ง๐๐ฆ๐.
#night has come#night has come kdrama#nhc#nhc x reader#night has come x reader#kim junhee#kim jun hee#junhee#kim junhee x reader#junhee x reader#kim jun hee x reader#jun hee x reader#kim junhee fanfic#kim jun hee fanfic#junhee fanfic#jun hee fanfic#go kyung jun#lee yoon seo#oh jung won#jin da bum#kim so mi#jang hyun ho#mafia game#kdrama#kdrama fanfic#survival#x reader#reader insert#female reader#borderlines
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Solo Leveling men + Flowers
Choi Jong-in / Red Rose
meaning: love, passion, pride, beauty, & victory.
Baek Yoon-ho / Tiger Lily
meaning: courage, strength, confidence, wealth, & prosperity.
Yoo Jin-ho / Sunflower
meaning: loyalty, happiness, positivity, & admiration.
Min Byung-gyu / Dandelion
meaning: hope, healing, resilience, innocence, & transformation.
Sung Jin-woo / Daffodil
meaning: rebirth, new beginnings, hope, joy, and good luck.
Woo Jin-chul / Hydrangea
meaning: perseverance, determination, gratitude, grace, & beauty.
Eun-seok / Delphinium
meaning: big hearted, dignity, grace, cheerfulness, & goodwill
Liu Zhigang / Gladiolus
meaning: strength, faithfulness, moral integrity, remembrance, & endurance.
Go Gun-hee / Poppy
meaning: sacrifice, remembrance, endurance, & peace.
Sung Il-hwan / Protea
meaning: strength, courage, resilience, encouragement, & power.
Ma Dong-wook / Iris
meaning: hope, wisdom, trust, & valour
Lennart Niemann / Mayflower
meaning: hope, fertility, new beginnings, & boundaries/protection.
Thomas Andre / Alstroemeria
meaning: friendship, love, strength & devotion.
Goto Ryuji / Purple Clematis
meaning: royalty, power, & luxury.
#have i mentioned that i have a thing for flower symbolism?#tried to make some of them accurate as possible haha!#tbh i had the hardest time with thomas goto lennart#solo leveling#choi jong in#baek yoon ho#yoo jin ho#min byung gyu#sung jin woo#woo jin chul#liu zhigang#go gun hee#sung il hwan#ma dong wook#lennart niermann#thomas andre#goto ryuji#lee eun seok
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Solo Leveling - wallpapers
#solo leveling#ore dake level up na ken#sung jin woo#sung jinwoo#woo jin chul#woo jinchul#lee joohee#cha hae in#choi jongin#baek yoon ho
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Angels in America (2024) dir. Shin Yucheong
#angels in america#yoo seung ho#son ho jun#lee tae vin#jung kyeong hoon#lee yoo jin#yang ji won#go joon hee#jeong he in#lgbtedit#angelsinamericaedit#asiantheatrenet#theatreedit#mjtag#userjap#uservid#userspring#userjamiec#becauseigtf#userstream
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My Top Solo Leveling Ships
Wanted to talk a little about them, so I'll just list three main reasons why I like them otherwise this post will be endless. There are a lot of other ships I like, but these are the main ones
It's a little unhinged, but that shouldn't be new
1. ChoiBaek
This shouldn't be a surprise
They are aware of the other's intentions without needing to tell each other. They both read other people and each other very well. The only reason they don't get along is because when both of them want the same thing (recruiting Sung Jin-Woo, a gate in the area, etc), they are both very willing to fight for what they want and use their perceptiveness to their advantage. One of them doesn't mind having his thoughts being known while the other minds a lot
They both want their guild become stronger but not at the expense of their members. They have the same morals, but the actions they take because of their morals are different. Baek Yoon-Ho wants to make his guild stronger by focusing on what his members need as individuals (paying them more, training new recruits with stronger and more experienced members, etc). Choi Jong-In wants to make his guild stronger by focusing on improving how the teams work together (hunting in a orderly way to minimize injuries as much as possible, taking a leadership role to make sure none of the members are falling behind, making sure the teams are adequately prepared, etc). Both of them care a lot about other people, though they donโt make it obvious to others
Both know the other is strong (Choi Jong-In defends Baek Yoon-Ho when Sung Jin-Woo thinks Yoon-Ho is struggling during the Jeju sparring match while Baek Yoon-Ho is aware of Choi Jong-In's strength during the Jeju Raid) but tend to underestimate themselves (Baek Yoon-Ho believing he wouldn't have been able to win against the Japanese S-Ranks when he held out for a while on his own against two of them, and Choi Jong-In seeing his title as "a joke" after comparing himself to Sung Jin-Woo when he always has to limit how much of his powers he actually uses because of the people around him or the environment he is in)
This got long anyways... sorry. The others are shorter
2. SungPark
I wanted to see them more than the main couple
They are both selfless to the point where they make sure others are alright before taking care of themselves
They both want their family to be safe and happy and make taking care of their children their priority. Park Kyung-Hye tells her son it's okay for him to be a hunter, even though it's the reason why Sung Il-Hwan is gone, and she understands that it's something both her husband and son feel like they need to do
The way Kyung-Hye kept waiting for her husband to return home and knew the exact moment when he wouldn't be coming back Ripped my heart to SHREDS-
They were so in love laskdjfasdlf
3. MinLee
AKA younger!SungPark
Both of them have similar trauma, so they're able to help each other, especially since they're both retired
Even they have trauma, they have put their fears aside to help people more. Both participate in the last Jeju raid despite Min Byung-Gyu being traumatized from the last one and Lee Ju-Hee being traumatized from her previous raids
The way Lee Ju-Hee hardly showed up after she told Sung Jin-Woo she was retiring and Min Byung-Gyu barely being mentioned besides his trip to Japan before the Jeju Raid? There's so much potential for them to actually meet-
I see them as the "bunny couple"
4. ChulWoo
This was actually one of the first ships I really got into
The way Woo Jin-Chul knew Sung Jin-Woo from the beginning and was watching Sung Jin-Woo get stronger without realizing it at first
The way Woo Jin-Chul looked at Sung Jin-Woo in the new timeline when he remembered the previous timeline-
Honestly, in my opinion, Sung Jin-Woo had more potential with Woo Jin-Chul than Cha Hae-in. Like, Sung Jin-Woo avenging Go Gun-Hee not just for his sake but for Woo Jin-Chul? Sung Jin-Woo actually trying to not give Jin-Chul a headache but failing? I love their dynamic
5. HeeSeok
This is probably the most cracked ship out of these, but it's cute
Both of them have a caring, almost parent-like nature (Park Hee-Jin looking after Han Song-Yi during the Red Gate and Eun-Seok looking after and warning Min Byung-Gyu during the third Jeju Raid)
It's actually possible for them to have known each other despite it not being stated in canon (Eun-Seok was a member of the Fiend Guild, and Park Hee-Jin could have been a member of the Fiend Guild as well before leaving for White Tiger. The game might change this part about Park Hee-Jin, but I'll stick with it for now)
The way Eun-Seok wears a scarf with his hunter's outfit, and then Park Hee-Jin gets stuck in a frost Red Gate? And Park Hee-Jin looks somewhat okay despite it being cold, so it seems like both are fine in cold environments
Actually, in my monarch/ruler AU, Frost Monarch!Eun-Seok could be the reason Park Hee-Jin gets stuck there in that Red Gate...hmm
Feel free to ask for more of my thoughts and talk about your own below
#solo leveling#solo leveling ships#baek yoon ho#choi jong in#choibaek#sung il hwan#park kyung hye#sungpark#min byung gyu#lee ju hee#minlee#woo jin chul#sung jin woo#chulwoo#park heejin#sl eunseok#heeseok
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Wow I really like that one musical with Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
Loconte, Mikelangelo (Mozart L'opera Rock), Rei, Makoto (Mozart L'opera Rock 2019 Takarazuka), Park, Han Keun + Kou, Yo-Jin + Kim, Ho-young (Mozart L'opera Rock 2012 Kr)
Nakagawa, Akinori (Mozart L'opera Rock 2013 Jp), Sato, Ryuji (Nigero! Mozart no Daihon Sakusha 2023), Stanke, Patrick (Mozart! 2008 Tecklenburg)
Romdal, Yngve Gasoy (Mozart! 1999 Wien), Yamazaki, Ikusaburo + Furukawa, Yuta (Mozart! 2021 Jp), Lee Hae-jun (Mozart! 2023 Kr)
Slanina, Aleลก (Mozart! Czech 2009), Kuipers, Odeo (Mozart! 2015-16 Wien), Dolhai, Attila (Mozart! Budepest 2003)
Doi, Yuuko (Madamoiselle Mozart 1991?), Niizuma, Seiko (21 C: Mademoiselle Mozart 2005), Rio, Asumi (Mademoiselle Mozart 2023)
Park, Yoo-duk (Salieri 2014), Hur Gyu? (Salieri 2016) Hirama, Soichi (Da Ponte: Mozart no Kage ni Kakureta mou Hitori no Tensei 2023)
Bonus Cast Info: While I'm still not super knowledgeable of Mademoiselle Mozart, I do know more about the Kr and Jp Mozart! and Mor Mozart casting.
Mozart l'Opera Rock Jp
Nakagawa Akinori and Yamamoto Koji
Mozart! Jp
2002+05+07: Nakagawa Akinori, Inoue Yoshio
2010-11+2014-15: Inoue Yoshio, Yamazaki Ikusaburo
2018+21: Yamazaki Ikusaburo, Furukawa Yuta
2024: Furukawa Yuta, Kyomoto Taiga
Mozart! Kr
2010: Im Taekyung, Park Gun-Hyung, Park Eun-Tae, Kim Junsu
2011: Im Taekyung, Jeon Dong-seok, Park Eun-Tae, Kim Junsu
2012: Im Taekyung, Jang Hyun-seung, Park Eun-Tae
2014: Im Taekyung, Park Hyo-shin, Park Eun-Tae
2016: Lee Jee Hoon, Jeon Dong-seok, Kyuhyun
2020: Park Kang Hyun, Park Eun-Tae, Kim Junsu
2023: Lee Hae-jun, Suho, Yoo Hwe-seung, Kim Hee Jae
#I'm sure there is more#but for now#wolfgang amadeus mozart#mozart l'opera rock#mozart!#mozart! das musical#Mademoiselle Mozart#21 C: Mademoiselle Mozart#Da Ponte Mozart no Kage ni Kakureta mou Hitori no Tensei#Lorenzo da ponte#Nigero! Mozart no Daihon Sakusha#mikelangelo loconte#Park han keun#kou yo-jin#kim ho-young#sato ryuji#ryuji sato#rei makoto#hirama souichi#yamazaki ikusaburo#nakagawa akinori#Yngve gasoy romdal#furukawa yuta#oedo kuipers#lee hae-jun#Aleลก slanina#park yoo-duk#hur gyu#doi yuuko#dolhai attila
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I want to talk about Solo Leveling (MY OPINION)
There was another post before this one, but I deleted it, and made a longer version with more explanations.
Warning: Long article (sorry)
I'm writing this in a very upset state, and I was angry moments ago, so please don't blame me (not that I really care, but I don't really want to see arguments in the comments either). This is my own opinion, and so does everyone else, I want to clarify my point of view. If you don't care, then just skip this post.
(At least I won't curse so much)
#English isn't my mother tongue#
First of all, let's talk about, how did I get to know the manhwa Solo Leveling?
A few years ago, when I was in the tenth grade, during quarantine, I was spending a lot of time on the phone, and in one of my friendโs posts, I saw pictures from that manhwa. Of course, I ignored it at first, and therefore I was not a fan of Korean culture, but a lot of posts started talking about it, so I decided to ask my friend.
And so I started reading that manhwa. Of course my first impression of her was good. It was fun, and I was curious about it, especially about the system and the secret behind it. I liked the idea of โโmonsters, dungeons, and hunters. I liked Ju-hee a lot, and Woo Jin-chul as well, but I didn't really care for Jin-woo. I mean, he was okey. After I decided that I liked it, I decided to continue reading it.
Over time, I started to get a little bored, since they always only showed Jin-woo, and more importantly, never cared about the other characters (Yeah, it's SOLO Leveling, and it should be only about Jin-woo, like many other fans say. But, why did you dear author made the side characters so interesting?!), and also, Jin-woo started acting a little condescending and arrogant on several occasions just because he gained power. (Do all Koreans only get serious when they get something special? A power or an ability, or beauty..)
The development of the story over time became somewhat boring, and I slowly began to understand that this manhwa might not be my type, but I decided to be patient a little, and see what happens. And here, BOOM!! Japanese hunters are bad people. Okay, this isn't the biggest problem. It's ok.
Min Byung-gyu died, and that was so disappointing. He didn't even have enough scenes. And I was so sad about it.
And of course Jin-woo was the best and the coolest, the greatest the PerFect and-!!!
Yeah, that's what I've been always reading in comments. What about Baek Yoon-ho? Choi Jong-in? Lim Tea-gyu and Min Byung-gyu??
No, Jin-woo should be the only person on the screen.. ๐คทโโ๏ธ
Regardless of all this, and with the hope that I might see more of Baek Yoon-ho and Woo Jin-chul, I decided to read the light novel, after the first season was finished.
Believe it or not, I almost cried because this novel disappointed me a lot. I also have been waiting for Jin-woo and Ju-hee's dinner.. but it didn't happen. ๐ช
And that made me start to hate Cha Hae-in so much.
First, she wasn't as helpful for Jin-woo as Ju-hee was. Second, she just appeared suddenly, and became the best girl in the manhwa all of a sudden, and everybody just speaks about her in comments, along with Jin-woo. She suddenly became the best in everything, despite that we never saw how did she actually win a true battle against monsters. She only got defeated, and always needed someone to save her. But Ju-hee despite that she was weak and scared, she followed Jin-woo in dungeons just to take care of him. And now, only because it's "true love", he loved Cha and not Ju-hee. Really? Is that the only explanation you have? If you saw a drunk old man in the street, will you love him because it's "true love"? Oh wait, Jin-woo wasn't drunk, he had a good smell. Yeah, Cha liked him only because of his smell, but when we look at how much Ju-hee cared about him and liked him (she asked him to take her out for a dinner), it was nothing. It's not true love.
Wow! You guys are so intelligent! I really respect you all!
I had no reason or motivation left to complete the manhwa. Characters and art style. ONLY!!!
Finally, the manhwa ended and I felt relieved that I would never have to read this trash again (Sorry, Solo fans)
I didn't really regret reading this manhwa, because I liked some aspects of it, the most important of which were the characters. What bothered me a little was that they completely forgot about the other characters. At least in the first season there were more shots of the side characters.
Now, let's move on to the main point.
Why do I hate Solo Leveling, or rather, why did I start to hate it this much?
First of all, the way Solo fans compared it with jjk.
I'm sooo sorry, dear Solo fans, but everyone knows that Jjk is better than solo in many aspects (I don't say most people hate solo, I'm just saying most of people prefer jjk)
Firstly, the plot of Jujutsu Kaisen is more interesting than Solo Leveling plot. Yes, many haters may say that Jujutsu Kaisen ideas are borrowed from other anime and plots, and it has nothing new. Excuse me, my dear, don't you see that Solo is full of borrowed ideas more than Jujutsu Kaisen? Titans? Hunters? Ranks and game system? Also, even though the plot of Jujutsu may seem a little copied, it's not to an obvious degree like Solo. There are still some new things in Jjk.
Not to mention that Jjk's characters are tens and hundreds of times better than Solo's. God, I'm really sorry that I wiped your dignity on the ground, Jin-woo's husband/wife, Gojo is really weak in front of the great, handsome, perfect, invincible master that all the girls love. Gojo is a weak trash, who is worth nothing in front of everyone's favorite handsome cool guy, and no one has the right to protest, I'm so soOorrRRRry!!~
Now let us move on to dear fans who started comparing the LOseR Gojo and our great, ideal King Jin-woo, instead of comparing him to Sukuna, who is considered the strongest in the series. Dear, are you jealous that Gojo is more popular than your Jin-woo? If you want to seem like the person who compares the characters according to the strongest from each series, I advise you to think of a smarter trick next time, because the strongest here is Sukuna, not Gojo. Don't worry, no one will hate you if you express your opinion respectfully and say that you hate Gojo.
SPOILER
I never deny that jujutsu has flaws, especially the events after Gojo's fight against Sukuna, and the way in which Sukuna lost, without us seeing him at his full strength.
End of spoiler :)
But please, do not compare a simple work to this masterpiece. Solo Leveling is not bad, it has its flaws just like jjk does, but jjk is obviously more popular and better than Solo in many ways.
Okay, it's alright to prefer something more than the other, but why the insult? Why this much of hatred? If you don't like something, please, stop reading it or watching it, just leave. I hated Solo, but I never insulted it before in front of other fans who like it so much, because I would never want the same for me, for the work I love, but when you guys offend something I love, I feel the urge to offend what you prefer. You can say you hate something, it's not wrong, but without insulting, please.
Solo Leveling has a simple plot, not to mention that it left out a lot of interesting characters. And excluding Ju-hee is the worst skip, just for the sake of a _____ who loves our perfect Jin-woo's smell. (I'm sorry, Cha fans, I couldn't take it anymore. I'm so sorry. No, really, I'm sorry. I'm following someone who loves Cha, and I don't want him to get angry, But I really want to say this).
SORRY, SORRY, SORRY MY FRIENDS WHO LIKE SOLO, I'M SORRY.. ๐๐๐
In general, everyone has his own opinion, and I respect every person's opinion, but I do not and would never respect insulting and cursing. I really had enough of people who curse Jjk, because I like jjk so much, despite that I was really really really disappointed by the end of Shinjuku arc. But it does NOT make solo better in any way. I don't care what others would say, but I'll never take my words back. I hate solo, I hate Cha Hae-in especially. I don't care about people who say Jin-woo is definitely stronger than Gojo (I know he is, but what would you expect from a manhwa? It always makes every hero too special, overrated, and invincible. It's not even exciting, even a bit. There's no a normal logic in such plots, the hero should be always the best, and others are trash.) ๐คทโโ๏ธ
But, making Jin-woo stronger than Gojo doesn't mean Gojo is worse. Gojo is the best, and Jjk is the best, no matter how much you adore your Jin-woo.
Fans are one of the main reasons why did I start to hate Solo Leveling, Jin-woo, and Cha Hae-in.
I talked too much..
I warned you, but again..
I'm sorry :)
#solo leveling#jjk#jujustu kaisen#gojo satoru#sung jin woo#cha hae in#manhwa#manga#anime and manga#anime#sukuna#shinjuku showdown#jjk spoliers#spoliers#solo leveling spoilers#baek yoon ho#choi jongin#lee ju hee#woo jin chul#ryomen sukuna#sukuna ryomen#jjk gojo#jjk sukuna#satoru gojo
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#oficial art#sololeveling#solo leveling#only i level up#ore dake level up na ken#๋ ํผ์๋ง ๋ ๋ฒจ์
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individual alchemy of souls posters are so magical
#alchemy of souls#alquimia das almas#naksu#cho yeong#jang uk#jin buyeon#kdrama#lee jae wook#jung so min#jung somin#korean drama#tvn alchemy of souls#hwang minhyun#yoo insoo#shin seung ho#go won#seo yul#park dang gu#korean actor#korean actress#k drama#doramas#dorama#ํํผ#art poster#poster#magic#alquimia#์ด์ฌ์ฑ#์ ์๋ฏผ
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dailyasiandramasโ sunday throwback โ
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JUST BETWEEN LOVERS ๊ทธ๋ฅ ์ฌ๋ํ๋ ์ฌ์ด [2017] Dir. Kim Jin Won
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โ solo leveling - ep 1 & 2.
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๐๐ข๐ฅ๐๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ก๐๐ฆ | ๐ฌ๐ฒ : ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ฅ๐ง๐ฆ
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Authors Note: Here's another update and all I can say is the next 2-3 will be the best yet! As always, I'd love to hear what you think and I hope to be back soon! โก
The night breeze is welcoming as you sit on the rooftopโs edge with your legs dangling over the precipice, a gust of wind bringing with it the eveningโs chill, ruffling your hair. From your vantage point, it was as if you were perched on the brink of reality itself, and this long-drawn-out daydream, an invisible cage imprisoning you in the recesses of your nightmares.
Below you, the city sprawls out, an illusion of lights flickering like stars scattered across a vast, dark expanse. You can still hear echoes of the distant hum of sounds found only during dusk, a low constant murmur like your heartbeat.
Despite the precarious position, no more dangerous than your reality, up here high on this ledge, you were encased in a strange, almost serene silence. It brings you comfort to be alone, the only one who you can truly trust without a sliver of doubt being yourself.
You stare out at the landscape that stretches in front of you, but your mind follows a different path, your eyes far from focused on the backdrop. Instead, you were consumed by the labyrinth of the game that had ensnared you. What had started as a harmless and intriguing puzzleโsomething to pass the timeโhad now morphed into a disorienting maze with no exit, a twisted riddle that seemed to play with your sanity the longer you were trapped within.
Your life before, the world you were a part of like a mirror image of what you saw below, seemed so distant, so insignificant, compared to the complex, shifting panorama of the game.
โWhy am IโWhy are we all here?โ you mutter to yourself, voice barely audible over the wind. โWhy canโt we leave as we wish?โ
You donโt notice the door swinging open, your eyes closed and titled upward toward the blackened firmament.
โI thought Iโd find you here.โ
When you open your eyes again, Hyun-Ho is already settling down next to you, the small outcrop much too uncomfortable for someone of his stature, but he cares more than enough to join.
โHowโd you know where Iโd be?โ
He flicks you on the side of your head playfully and lightly. โWho do you think I am? Of course, I know where you go when youโre upset.โ
โIโm not upset.โ
Hyun-Ho shoves his shoulder against yours softly. โEven when we were little you would always find the highest point or place you could and escaped away there. It used to be our treehouse.โ He points around, gesturing at the empty terrace. โNow youโve upgraded to a roof. Whatโs next?โ
โThe sky.โ You gaze back up, stars twinkling in the reflection of your eyes.
โDonโt say that.โ Hyun-Ho frowns.
The possibility of the gameโs ending couldnโt be ignored.
โNone of this is fair,โ you say, voice nearly cracking. โWhy do we have to be put through this?โ
Hyun-Ho exhales heavily, the weight of everything resting in that single breath. โBecause people are evil and they do evil thingsโeven worse if they know full well the consequences and still pursue it.โ
โI canโt figure out the purpose of this at all. Whatโs the reasoning behind innocent lives having to be sacrificed? Is it truly a game of revenge or is it just a ruse to justify killing?โ you emphasize, the word bitter as it leaves your mouth.
โI donโt know either,โ Hyun-Ho trails off, thinking. โMaybe we all did something wrongโsomething weโre unaware of and it canโt be forgiven in any other way except this.โ
โThen, is this heavenโs punishment for us?โ
With the celestial presences overhead, it all feels wrong. How can something so pure, so beautiful, be used to inflict such sufferingโto be involved in something so inherently cruel?
No matter how hard you try, you canโt figure out the dissonance, the fatal coexistence of good and evil.
โWhat are you afraid of?โ Hyun-Ho questions hardly above a whisper, turning toward you slightly.
โItโs scaryโฆto think that weโve become evil people.โ You look over at him, eyes finding his in the dark, speech shaky. โIโm afraid of what weโll all become after this is over.โ
โBut weโre not evil people,โ Hyun-Ho pats your knee comfortingly but your chest still aches, your lungs struggling to expand against the vivid streams of blood youโve all stridden through to get here, wading in fallen tears of the innocent.
You shake your head. โSome of us already are, Hyun-Hoโthose who have taken lives and those who allowed it to happen; weโre one and the same. Itโs either kill or be killed. Our survival is at the expense of everyone elseโs demise.โ
โNo, weโre not evil people.โ Reiterating, he sits closer to you, presence comforting. โWeโre merely people surrounded by evil and we have no choice, the only way out being to go through it.โ
โYou have so much faith in us when I feel like giving up.โ You lean your head on his shoulder sadly. โHow?โ
โBecause thereโs still people like you around me.โ He leans his head on top of yours, assuring you like an older sibling would. โJust the fact that youโre troubled and want to set the moral compass straight makes you a good person. How many others would worry about such a thing over their own survival?โ
โWhen did you get so wise?โ Hyun-Hoโs soft chuckle rings out, reverberating in your ears. โI donโt know what Iโd do without you.โ
โTell that to yourself, Seol-Hwa. We promised weโd be in this together until the end. Whatever happens, it doesnโt matter as long as we donโt lose ourselves or each other.โ
โYou say Iโm a good person and yetโฆI still canโt bring myself to vote for Kyung-Jun over Woo-Ram.โ
Hyun-Ho doesnโt look surprised or mad, almost as if he was expecting it. โI know you mustโve found something out or itโs your crazy intuition but you never do things rashly without reason so whatever you decide, I support you in spirit. I voted too quickly due to peer pressure but if thereโs one thing this game has taught us, itโs the ones you least expect that end up betraying you the most.โ
โI have my suspicions, and they hurt already. I donโt want to find out the full truth,โ you murmur cryptically.
โWho are you talking about?โ
โLater,โ you assure. โWhen I know for certain, youโll be the first person I tell.โ
โIโll try my best to stick around until then.โ Hyun-Ho presents his pinky to you and you mimic the motion, your fingers locking and thumb pads coming up to press together, sealing the promise.
โAs long as youโre around, Iโm not going anywhere either.โ
You look back up at the stars in multitudes, wondering how many wishes and promises people have made upon them.
And how many were able to keep them.
The moment you step foot back into the freezer room, Yoon-Seo runs toward you and pulls you into a tight hug before letting go shortly after.
โAre you okay?โ
You nod your head, smiling faintly at her. โOf course.โ
โAbout earlierโโ Jung-Won starts, hand around your wrist, but you cut her off.
โIโd rather not talk about it.โ
Yoon-Seo looks between the two of you, baffled as to why there was a sudden weird distance she couldnโt bridge, not even with her presence.
โBut youโll vote for Kyung-Jun right?โ Jung-Wonโs fingers tighten on your forearm, her face betraying only a hint of worry.
โJung-Wonโ" Yoon-Seo states sternly, about to step in between the two of you.
โWhy do you want me to save Woo-Ram so desperately?โ You donโt know whether you want to hear her answer or not. Rather, you didnโt think you were prepared to.
Jung-Won drops her hand nippily, crossing her arms. โThen, will you save Kyung-Jun?!โ she questions incredulously, her voice taking on a tone of suppressed annoyance.
โGuysโ" Yoon-Seo interrupts. โWhat is wrong with you both?โ She sighs, running a hand through her hair. โLetโs not fight against one another, hmm?โ When you and Jung-Won reluctantly nod, Yoon-Seoโs posture relaxes.
โBut, what were you guys doing in here?โ you ask in all seriousness, entirely curious. โItโs cold.โ The frozen bodies of your classmates lay jam-packed across the floor. โAnd a bit scaryโฆโ You eye the white sheets eerily, slightly convinced they could spring up unnoticed.
โI found a hole in the wall,โ Yoon-Seo answers nonchalantly, walking towards the far right. โThereโs a passage, which means it must lead somewhere.โ She sticks her head in bravely, assessing.
โDo you want to go in?โ Jung-Wonโs shocked expression matches your own. โYoon-Seo, we donโt even know what could be inside.โ
โWe wonโt, unless we find out.โ Yoon-Seo steps one foot onto the ledge, hands against the wall on either side as leverage.
You rush over and pull her back down. โYouโre still not feeling well from earlier,โ you remind.
Yoon-Seo breathes out, debating. โMaybe not, but who else aside from me would willingly try?โ
โMe. Iโll go.โ
โYah, Seol-Hwaโฆโ Jung-Won puts her hand on your shoulder in genuine worry.
You nod at her before turning to Yoon-Seo, addressing them both. โIโll be back quickly,โ you convince, ducking down and climbing through the cavity.
โBe careful.โ Jung-Wonโs face fills half of the opening as she hands you your phone with the flashlight on, Yoon-Seo looking in from the other half.
โCall out to us if anything happens,โ Yoon-Seo adds.
โI will,โ you guarantee, slowly heading straight before you veer off to the left, following the established path.
As you cautiously walk through the secret tunnel carved into the weathered walls, a sense of anticipation and trepidation fills the air. The dim glow of your flashlight dances against the crumbling bricks, creating eerie shadows that seem to trail your every step, distorting into dark shapes that nip at your heel, urging you forward even faster.
Neglect had cast a mysterious ambiance upon this hidden passageway with its whispered echoes reverberating only for your ears to hear. One of your hands reach out, feeling against the wall, each footstep of yours echoing like a heartbeat as you venture deeper.
The air grows thicker with musky dampness, wrapping around you, suffocating. As faint beams of light pierce through cracks in the decaying wooden ceiling, dust particles rain down lazily in your field of vision, a hazy curtain.
You forge ahead courageously, fueled by curiosity and a desire to uncover the secrets long since buried in the embrace of this darkness, hoping for a light at the end of the tunnel.
If no one was coming to save you, you would save yourself.
As the thought manifests determination into your mind, you come upon a dead end, face to face with a blank wall.
Taking one step forward, you immediately plummet straight down, your side slamming against hard ground with your shoulder taking a bruising bump as you land unevenly.
โSeol-Hwa?!โ comes a mix of Jung-Wonโs and Yoon-Seoโs voices, but you canโt quite form an answer as you unsteadily get back on your feet.
The room around you spins as your eyes catch sight of the vast display of CCTVโs lining an entire wall, recording every single square inch of the building.
No matter how outdated, you didnโt mind. As long as thereโs proof of the heinous crimes carried out, thereโd be no more room for argument and you could all be one step closer to ending this game once and for all.
In a rush of adrenaline, you hurriedly run to open the roomโs door, wanting to find your way back to the freezer where your friends were anxiously waiting for your return.
As you navigate through each floor with no sense of direction or time, the disorienting blue lights cast a hypnotic glow down the length of the hallway in front of you, the distance narrowing the farther it stretches.
For looking so much like the layout of the retreatโs building, you knew it was not real.
An overwhelming sense of desolation permeates the atmosphere as with every turn you take down the corridor, a familiar sight awaits: a duplicate floor layout mirroring your past steps, plunging you deeper into confusion and despair.
Time seems to twist and stretch mockingly, the incessant looping cornering you into your witโs end.
You know that any frantic cries for help would only bounce back in return as nothing more than empty echoes, taunting reminders of your predicament. Imprisoned within an eternal loop, you forego running with wild abandon and stop to think.
Beside you is the only room whose door remains closed. You reach out tentatively, praying that it will open.
The doorknob twists easily in your hand and you enter through to the other side, registering it as an exact replica of the staff lounge, phones ringing immediately as you step foot inside.
Urgently, you answer the phone only to hear the sound of a busy line coming through. You slam the phone back down onto the table, once again fooled by an illusion of the reality you have already lived.
Glancing around the room, your eyes fall upon a strange, ornately decorated box, seemingly much too large for the shelf itโs on and certainly much too out of place. The lid flips open smoothly, a blue beam of light illuminating the inside, coloring your face as you reach in.
You pull out a yearbook from the container, using the minimal source of light to view the contents. Class pictures dating back however long from the Muryeong Retreat Center stare back at you, all past schools that have come and gone, their memories locked in these snapshots frozen in time.
Flipping to the most recent one shows another class, decked out in the same uniforms of your school, every single face scratched out ostensibly with hatred. You pull back with a start as you realize only one face remains intact although the individualโs eyes are completely downturned and soulless.
Why does she look so familiar?
Pulling yourself together, you place the photo neatly back into the confines of your skirt pocket, resolute in finding the way back.
You make use of your keen intuition, meticulously tapping on various sections of all four walls, searching for any discrepancies or hollow sounds that may indicate a secret entranceway.
Each resounding knock resounds through the chamber, anticipation building with every measured tap that vibrates through your fingertips into the palm of your hand.
As you finally discover a subtle change in acoustics upon knocking at a particular juncture, you swiftly peel back the wallpaper, once again coming face to face with a hollowed-out wall just like the one in the freezer.
Perhaps you had grown expectant of seeing shadows dance in the dark, or perhaps your eyes were still playing tricks on you, not yet accustomed to the shift in realities, but the outlines of your awaiting friends was not the only one you saw.
In your peripheral vision, a hand reaches out, fingers moving as though beckoning you back into the depth of darkness.
โThank goodness, you were able to make it back.โ Yoon-Seo dusts you off, the three of you having made your way to the classroom. โI was worried about you.โ
Jung-Won breathes out a sigh of relief. โIโm glad youโre okay.โ She looks at your pale face and does a double take. โYouโฆare okay, right?โ
You nod your head. โYeah, I am now.โ The two look at you in equal parts curious and equal parts concerned at the implication that you werenโt fine originally. โI happened to fall down to the basement but as my luck would have it, I found a room with cameras. Somehow, someway, I was stuck in a repeating cycle of time and space, alternating between floorsโthe lowest and the highest. I barely escaped, and here I am,โ you recap in a jumble of words, still trying to catch your breath, one hand holding your hurt shoulder.
Jung-Won scratches her head in bewilderment. โYou said you fell all the way to the bottom of this building, but then suddenly were up a few floors? How does that happen?โ
โI donโt knowโฆโ you trail off quietly, in disbelief yourself, but then remember the picture in your pocket. โI swear Iโm telling the truth.โ The photo rustles in your pocket as you reveal it, turning it towards your friends who hover over it. โThis is what I found.โ
Jung-Won studies it closely, inspecting every single face. โAre they from our school? The uniform is the same.โ
Yoon-Seo pulls it closer toward her. โThey look to be seniors...โ
โHere,โ you point at the faces, finger trailing each row. โTheir features all distorted like in old tapes, eyes and mouths crossed out.โ
โThatโsโฆunsettling.โ Jung-Won shudders, pushing the picture into Yoon-Seoโs awaiting hands entirely, having had enough of looking at it.
Yoon-Seo fixates on the girl like you had earlier. โI think sheโs the ghost I saw.โ
โWhat?!โ you and Jung-Won say simultaneously.
โEarlier when I couldnโt breatheโฆโ Yoon-Seo recounts. โโฆitโs because a figure crawled out toward me, black hair covering their entire face.โ
โThe poolโฆโ you recall. โSomeone grabbed my ankle in the pool.โ
โMe too,โ Yoon-Seo gasps, and Jung-Won stares at the two of you like youโre both out of your mind.
โWhat are you twoโ"
Before she can get another word out, Na-Hee hobbles into the room, looking frazzled. โIs Woo-Ram here?โ
โNo, why?โ You turn to look at her as she walks farther into the room and settles herself into an empty chair.
โHe said heโd wait in his room until voting closes but suddenly disappeared.โ
โWhere to?โ Jung-Won inquiries.
โBeats me.โ Na-Hee fiddles with her fingers. โThatโs why I was wondering if any of you had seen him.โ At three matching shakes, Na-Hee hangs her head. โJun-Hee and So-Mi are looking for him all over with no success.โ
โItโs highly unlikely heโs missing,โ Yoon-Seo states calmly. โMaybe heโs just off wanting to be alone for a bit.โ
The three of you fill Na-Hee in on what you just discovered, discussions and theories flowing out from every direction until youโre interrupted by a buzzing overhead, signaling the intercom coming to life.
โIโm Park Woo-Ramโฆโ
Yoon-Seo and Na-Hee freeze, listening intently as Jung-Won whips her head toward the sudden address.
โWhat is this?โ Jung-Won voices in incredulity.
Something is off about Woo-Ramโs voice, raspy and exhausted to your ears. โWhy does he sound like that?โ
โIโm the Mafia. I killed Lee Ju-Young.โ
You canโt believe what you were hearing.
Why would he suddenly and willingly admit to his faults when he had begged everyone of his innocence earlier?
With Ji-Soo and Yu-Jun still yet to cast their votes, you knew Woo-Ram didnโt stand a chance.
Not after this.
You slide your phone from your skirt pocket and hold it tightly in your lap, fingers shaking around the device as you open the gameโs app, Woo-Ramโs voice filtering monotonously in the background.
โI had no intentions at first until I grew more upset the longer I thought about how she humiliated meโhow she belittled meโand all I wanted was vengeance.โ
A guilty conscience needs no accuser.
Close your eyes, you hit the vote button, casting with finality.
With Woo-Ramโs takeover of the intercom, your vote goes unannounced.
No matter how silent the verdict, it was permanent.
โDid we vote wrong?โ Na-Hee mumbles, her face revealing just how anxious and scared she was at the unprompted revelation.
Yoon-Seo springs up abruptly. โThe studio!โ
โYoon-Seo!โ You give chase after her as she runs like mad to the second floor, not looking behind to see if anyone would follow.
You stop short as you see Jun-Hee switching between throwing his whole body against the door and trying to kick the handle off, shouting angrily. โYAH! Open the door!โ With how much force heโs applying, the sound loudly reverberates all down the length of the empty corridor. โWoo-Ram! Park Woo-Ram!โ Every shout of his is punctuated by harsher and harsher pounds against the door, his fist slamming against the stubborn wood.
โHelp...โ comes Woo-Ramโs weak voice. โIโm in here. The guys kidnappedโ"
Whatever screams he planned on letting out are abruptly muffled, and you become more restless by the second, hoping that you hadnโt made the wrong choice.
Out of nowhere, Yoon-Seo comes back, bearing an ax in hand.
โOut of the way.โ She corals both you and So-Mi to the side as Jun-Hee grabs hold of the sharp weapon.
โStay back,โ he warns, raising the blade high over his head before bringing it down to hack at the doorknob. In one fell swoop, the door serving as barricade is dismantled.
Jun-Hee kicks the door nearly off its hinges, revealing Kyung-Jun and his gang, all flabbergasted at having been caught in their act.
Kyung-Jun throws his bottle against the ground, the water spilling and diluting the blood stains on the floor as it splatters all over, color fading the further it drags from Woo-Ramโs slumped-over form.
โDammit, Kim Jun-Hee. You ruin everything.โ
Your eyes widen at the horrible state Woo-Ram is in, all bloody and injured. One eye is swollen shut, bruised and swelling beyond recongition. Blood is running down his leg, dripping in incessant drops onto the floor like his own tears of blood.
โYou bastards!โ Jun-Hee screeches, swinging the ax heโs still brandishing.
โAre you sure we are? Kyung-Jun presses, even as his goons cower away in the corner, eyeing the light glinting off the axโs blade. โDidnโt you catch a word of what Woo-Ram said?โ
โSon of a bitch!โ Jun-Hee spits out, advancing on Kyung-Jun, eyes set, hard and cold.
You jump in between the two and grab a hold of Jun-Heeโs arms. โDonโt!โ you beg. โI wonโt let you stoop to his level!โ
His hands shake violently in yours, fists tightening around the handle of the ax by his side. โI need to kill him!โ he says, looking crazed. โOnly when he's gone will this be over!โ
โWhat will that make you, then?!โ You step closer to Jun-Hee, close enough that he has no choice but to look down at you and into your pleading eyes. โYouโre better than this!โ
He finally drops the ax down by your feet, raising his head in defeat, jaw shaking with suppressed anger. With one last glare at Kyung-Jun, he goes over wordlessly and helps Yoon-Seo, Jung-Won, and So-Mi as they attempt to untie Woo-Ram who appears more dead than alive.
Your gaze narrows in on the pen sticking out from the middle of his thigh, fresh blood still spurting from the wound. The locationโthe precise locationโof targeting the femoral artery, one of the most dangerous anatomical landmarks to attack could only mean one thing.
Kyung-Jun wanted him to die.
You turn around and round on Kyung-Jun in anger at the possibility of having been swayed by his lies.
The vote you so carefully considered was too late to rescind.
As your frustration boils over, it instinctively turns into physical action, your clenched fists pounding against his chest repeatedly. โWhy did you do it?!โ Kyung-Jun just watches you intently, letting you hit him without putting up a fight, signaling for Seung-Bin and Jin-Ha to leave it be. โDid you want to be right so bad that you had to take Woo-Ram hostage and coerce him into lying by threatening him to the brink of death?!โ Whether your outburst even has the slightest capacity to change anything didnโt matter to you, serving its only purpose of being an outlet for your pent-up resentment at the gravity of the situation. Each strike is more forceful than the last, in defiance and resistance toward the injustices and mistreatment that came naturally like breathing to Kyung-Jun. You look up at him, eyes burning. โJust onceโฆcould you not cause trouble?โ
He grabs your forearms and pins you against the nearest wall, holding you still, pressed between him and the wall. "I could, but then I wouldn't be me, and that would be tragic."
You try to yank your arms away but he steps closer, leaning his face close to yours and gripping your fists still against his chest even as you writhe in his hold, pure rage and bitterness emanating off you. โWhy can you never be a good person?โ
โAnd yet,โ he drawls, lips quirking. โYou believed me.โ
โI know now that I shouldnโt have. I regret it,โ you say irately through clenched teeth.
The smirk falls from his face and he leans in even closer, fixing you with such an intense gaze, a tangle of various emotions in his eyes you canโt begin to unravel even if you tried. "Why do you have to complicate things?" His dark eyes bore into your own, staring you down. โYou always make me weak and I hate it.โ
โI trusted you,โ you utter quietly, and his eyes shift imperceptibly, the corners now downturned. โHow foolish of meโฆโ With how close Kyung-Jun was standing, you can see his Adamโs apple bobbing, like heโs holding back from saying something he knows he shouldnโt. โIf my trust makes you weakโฆโ you pause, โโฆthen consider this the first and last time that I will ever be on your side.โ You turn your head to the left, away from his dark eyes, even duskier in the low-lit room, ending the conversation.
You feel his heart pound erratically beneath your right fist where itโs laid over the left side of his chest, his hand still wound around yours.
Jun-Hee finally sees your predicament as the rest supports a hobbling Woo-Ram out of the room and runs over to wrench Kyung-Jun away from you.
He doesnโt put up a fight at all, staggering back without saying a word. Although you avert your eyes, you can still feel his on you.
Jun-Hee shields you behind his back protectively. โCut it out,โ he tells Kyung-Jun. โYouโre a horrible excuse of a person.โ
โCome to your senses, idiot,โ Kyung-Jun ridicules, pointing at the clock striking midnight before he gestures to the hallway outside where everyoneโs gathered.
You follow Jun-Hee out into the hall where Ji-Soo and Yu-Jun have just arrived hand-in-hand, Mi-Na in tow, the coupleโs votes being announced.
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าแดส แดแดสแด แดกแดแด-สแดแด. ]
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าแดส แดแดสแด แดกแดแด-สแดแด. ]
Woo-Ram slumps to the floor on his knees, crying and punching linoleum to no avail. โI shouldโve killed Kyung-Jun when I had the chance,โ he laments. โWhy die alone?โ
He quickly stumbles back into the room and picks up the ax left on the ground earlier before dashing back out, his good eye widening. With nothing left to lose, Woo-Ram smiles widely, baring his teeth as he stares straight at Kyung-Jun. โYouโre leaving with me tonight.โ
Kyung-Jun tries to evade as Woo-Ram swings the ax wildly with abandon. โAre you fucking crazy?!โ
No one dares to step in, the sharp and deadly weapon too fatal to stop.
Dead set on taking Kyung-Junโs life, Woo-Ram is too far gone to care if anyone else were to become collateral damage, recklessly chopping at anything impeding him.
โIโll kill you if itโs the last thing I do. You deserve a painful death.โ Woo-Ram chases Kyung-Jun to the end of the hall, the latter ducking to avoid a hit on target but slams into the wall in his haste, tripping on his own feet and slides down, pressed against the wall in fear, an expression youโve never seen on his face until this moment.
Just as Woo-Ram raises the ax above his head ready to slice into Kyung-Jun who is caught off guard frozen in fear, he freezes, jerking backward on his feet.
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You can only watch in horror, falling to your knees on the floor as Woo-Ram turns the blade around and lets it fall against the top of his head, splicing his own skull in half. Blood sprays in arcs, splattering on your face and Kyung-Junโs, the two closest in position to Woo-Ram.
Your eyes cease to blink as Woo-Ramโs lifeless body drops with a thud face-first right in front of you, the ax still deeply embedded into his skullcap, his brain becoming more visible by the second as the blade drops and continues to cut.
[ แดแดสแด แดกแดแด-สแดแด แดกแดs แด แดแดาษชแด. ]
โSee?โ Kyung-Jun looks around at everyone, even as heโs taking in ragged gulps of air. โDidnโt I tell you I wasnโt lying?โ The last sentence is directed entirely at you, his eyes fixed on yours, a single tear escaping from the corner of his left eye, betraying the smirk he has plastered on his face. Even then, his crooked grin is faltering, lips trembling.
You stare helplessly at the floor, not knowing whether to be relieved for having chosen correctly or hate that you readily sent a classmate to their death.
The conversation with Hyun-Ho earlier on in the night echoes in your mind.
No, weโre not evil peopleโฆWeโre merely people surrounded by evil and we have no choice, the only way out being to go through it.
Your heart sinks as you realize he was sorely mistaken.
To survive by the deaths of others is not salvation.
The body lives.
But the heart decays.
If you all make it through to the other side, it doesnโt mean you were able to escape from evil.
No.
It means you all have already come face to face with the Devil himself and begged to be allowed past.
And he only ever shakes hands with those whose souls are tarnished, their innocence tainted.
Weโve become evil people.
๐ฌ๐ฑ: ๐๐๐๐๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ง๐๐๐๐ฆ
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Based on the call I had with Storm, I thought I should do this meme โ S-Rank hunters edition!
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Angels in America (2024) dir. Shin Yucheong, performing at the LG Arts Center from August 6, 2024 to September 28, 2024
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Happy velentine's day y'all
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