#jiyeon; thread

[mndstom]

continued from here with @vicletnight

Fingers laced together, a smile playing on her lips, Jiyeon walks next to the man who has recently brought her happiness and has started to give her butterflies with the smallest actions he does. It sometimes causes her to chuckle when she recalls the days when people would warn her about him, and he has proven those people wrong. Or maybe it's a big game for him. The female slightly shakes her head to get rid of the thoughts, and her attention turns to the building they have arrived at when she hears his quiet voice next to her ear, a somewhat amused smile tugging onto her lips because of his question. Even when the setting was a date, she wouldn't call it their first date. At least not an official one. But she still nods to his questions. How can she forget such a day when she was treated like a princess? Dark hues follow him, eventually turning back to the store that seems to sell luxury brands, her eyes widen out of surprise when Jaeseong reveals his plans. "Huh?!" She should have expected it, but it still surprised her. "Anything?"

[mndstom]

Hearing him snort, she squints and gently nudges his bicep with her elbow. "I don't necessarily assume what they think, but more like, what kind of background they have. I create a background for them based on what they're wearing and if they're with someone." It's entertaining and makes those moments when she's alone amongst the people less boring. It's like creating her own drama.

“ never  said  it’s  wrong. ”  he  quickly  defends  himself,  a  laugh  escaping  him  in  the  process.  she’s  surely  his  kind  of  weird.  “ but  anyway,  what  do  you  do  when  you  watch  people?  like,  assume  what  they  work,  what  they  think  and  such? ”  the  snort  that  comes  after  his  words  is  unintentional  and  it  catches  him  by  surprise  but  it’ll  be  truly  hilarious  if  she  does  that. / @mndstom

[mndstom]

continued from here with @wcvensouls

A little worry - bug hit Jiyeon when her friend didn't answer the spam messages she sent to him. Yes, if she spams someone with messages and they haven't replied to them in a day or two, she will get worried ( she doesn't spam people often, she doesn't want to be annoying ). And if her one phone call is ignored, she will be knocking on the door. She's a worrier. She worries over the people she cares about.

And when she sees Seungjae's appearance, her worry grows bigger. To his answer, she shakes her head. Only if he ends up pushing her away, she will leave him alone, and even then, she will be reluctant to do so. "Get inside your apartment, dumbo." An insult that is said in an endearing manner, no harm meant in her words. "You don't have to talk. I will make food for you, and I will just... Be there. Make sure things are actually okay."

[mndstom]

closed starter for @fadinglights

There are butterflies in her stomach. Good butterflies. It's been a long time since Jiyeon has gone on a date with someone, and even when they decided to go on a simple lunch date, it's still making the butterflies fly in her stomach. It's rare for her to keep in touch with someone she met in a club, but Ariel? She wants to get to know her more. She's holding the phone in her hand, nervously looking at the time which is slowly ticking towards the time they told each other to meet. She's an early bird. She prefers to be early than late. It gives her enough time to calm her nerves while waiting, and when she sees the female approaching her, a smile tugs on her lips. "Hello! Before you even think of apologizing for being late, you're not. And I didn't wait that long."

[rcderick]

‘˖ starter para @untouchzble — nado com sereias

— Está me dizendo que tem mesmo sereias lá embaixo? — Perguntou, ainda desconfiado, olhando fixamente para a água cristalina. — Uma vez eu vi um post no Facebook sobre sereias. Elas eram horrorosas! Tipo, medonhas mesmo. Se for assim eu não quero nadar com essas coisas. E se elas tentarem nos afogar? — Não que estivesse com medo, mas uma coisa era lidar com príncipes e princesas, outra era confiar em seres mágicos para proteger a sua vida debaixo d’água. — Que tal a gente pegar um bronzeado antes? Faz tempo que não aproveito uma praia assim. — Sugeriu, tirando a camisa antes que ficasse com marcas ridículas daquelas mangas bufantes.

[mournfulminds]

╱ starter for ❪ @lavenderrpages​ ❫ .

It was an unexpected invitation for James and most likely last-minute on the other's end (not that she minded), for it had been days since she had holed up in her at-home office, working past any sensible hour, to make her deadline. Piles of boxes, both delivery and takeout had shielded most surfaces, sans for the endless sketches and swaths of fabric that were laying around in an erratic bearing, a not-so-subtle tribute to her success. "It is a party at my office to boost moral or some bs, I don't know why you are so excited, it's going to be a bunch of boring lawyers," Hoon said as they were on their way up the elevator, James perhaps a bit overdressed, though she claimed that work was not in her terminology, since she knew one could never look too good. In truth, he had asked her so he did not have to go alone, having just gone through a hellish breakup. And he had a colleague who was quietly waiting to ask him out, unable to reject her and make things awkward, he chose the route of bringing James', and James, well she was just there for the free food and open bar.

When they arrived, the pair got a drink and did a quick lap before Hoon was "abducted" away by some colleagues, for just a conversation with this client, or soon-to-be client, she was not sure which, but she did not care to be a part of the smooze fest, stepping onto the sizable terrace. The darkened sky was surfaced by a sea of stars, quite a lovely canvas, James not seeing, or not caring if there was a "no smoking" sign. The woman was having difficulty getting her lighter to work with the slight breeze when she heard the door open, signalling someone had joined her, either Hoon or someone coming to tell her she could not smoke. "I was holding it for a friend," she quipped, rotating and her features falling when she realised who it was. It was a micro character, more shock than anything as it was replaced with a smile, lissome fingers pulling the cigarette from her lips. "Howdy neighbour... wonderful to see you out here in the wild." A creature of habit, only used to stealing glances of Pyper in the hobby or riding the elevator up and exchanging pleasantries or sunny quips, save for that night in James' place, the scent of rain, lively in her mind.

[annbourbon]

Dandelion: Wishes brought to you

Canon

Theories

Soft Threads

Random Facts

Fanfics or Material for fanfics~

♡ Fanfics Jiyeon needs tbh lol

*This masterlist is a work in progress but whatever~ at this point my whole life is in progress i guess?

[mndstom]

She opens her mouth to answer the first question that's tossed her way, but she ends up closing it and furrows her brows. "I'm not interested in hooking up." The female answers with a small shrug, her attention réturn to her bag that she's been bagging. "I've never been into that kind of stuff..." Call her old - school, but she has always wanted something more out of people than lying on the same bed with them, clothes off. She wants to get to know people and spend time with them before anything happens.

❝ not interested? ❞ lihua asks, though there's no accusation or annoyance in her tone. it's rare that she gets it wrong, and jiyeon's been pretty responsive to her shameless flirting, but lihua knows how to admit defeat with grace. ❝ or just not interested in hooking up? ❞ she might be pushing her luck a little on this one, but if she doesn't ask, she won't find out. ❝ i'm not a man, i can take no for an answer. ❞

[aajjks]

it’s long 😬😅

TPOL!JK

jungkook’s past is sad and only holds pain, loss, and insanity. it plays over and over like a bad dream, and his source of peace is you, his calm to weather the storms. you listen as jungkook reminds you of that pain, the reason he doesn’t desire children, and you empathize with his pain.

however, that shouldn’t rob you of continuing your bloodline. you can imagine the smile on your mother’s face when you hand her the gift bag containing pictures of your baby’s ultrasound, but that vision isn’t complete with jungkook by your side.

if jungkook isn’t there, she’ll be so disappointed in you, but you don’t tell jungkook that. by the time your eyes meet with his, he’s walking out the door, leaving you alone with a mess you never made by yourself. by the time he comes back, he’ll want to hear your agreement, but the longer you stare at the black-and-white picture on the bed, you lean further and further away.

*knock knock* “hello ms. y/n,” greets dr. seong mi-na. “so, you’re good to go. i prescribed you some medicines that will help with your nausea and prenatal vitamins. also, no more caffeine. no sodas, coffee—nothing. you want to drink as much water as you can and look into foods that are beneficial for your pregnancy.” you place your hand over your heart when she tells you, ‘no more caffeine.’ you suppose this is where you tell the doctor about jungkook’s ‘choice,’ but you don’t.

“any more questions for me?”

“yeah…the-the baby is trying to hurt me, right?”

“the baby is trying to hurt you. your body is changing and preparing to make room for your embryo. what you’re feeling are the early signs of pregnancy symptoms: morning sickness, fatigue, changes in mood, constipation, cramps, spotting—the list goes on, but it varies”

“i don’t think i can do this,” you mumble to yourself as you place your head into your hands and sigh. sensing your distress, the doctor takes your hands in hers and looks you in the eye. “hey, i know this is a lot, and i can tell this pregnancy was unplanned, but i promise you, the journey is so rewarding. what you have inside you is a baby that will bring so much light into your life and fill you with joy. of course, if you do not want the child, you can have an abortion and be better prepared next time.”

but what if there isn’t a ‘next time?’

you appreciate the doctor’s encouraging words and thank her for reminding you that joy can sometimes come with pain, but it’s all temporary. this little ball of sunshine inside you is the light jungkook needs, a reminder that he is nothing like the monster who raised him.

you change your clothes and take the elevator to the pharmacy on the second floor, and yes, you’re keeping the baby.

~🫧

Jungkook steps into the cold, sterile halls of the mental institution, his usual calm veneer cracking with every step.

He just wants to be in his arms of his mother right now.

This is not a place where she deserves to be…

The air feels heavy, almost suffocating, as the faint murmur of voices and the occasional clatter of trays echo through the corridor.

He stops outside the familiar door, his hand hovering over the handle as his chest tightens.

Behind that door is Jeon Jiyeon, his 어머니 (mother), a woman whose once-vivid spirit has been eroded by tragedy.

When he finally pushes the door open, he’s met with the sight of her sitting by the window, her frail figure bathed in moonlight.

Her hands tremble slightly as she folds and refolds the edge of her blanket.

She turns her head at the sound of his entrance, her eyes dim yet flickering with recognition. “Jungkook-ah,” she says softly, her voice like a fragile thread threatening to snap.

He swallows the lump in his throat, forcing a small smile. “Eomeoni, how are you feeling today?” He approaches her slowly, his heart pounding in his chest.

Jiyeon tilts her head, studying him like she’s trying to piece together a memory.

“You’ve grown so much,” she murmurs, her lips curving into a faint smile.

“So much like your brother… Junghyun.” Her expression falters, her brows knitting together as her mind drifts. “But he’s not here.. He’s busy just like you.”

Jungkook’s throat tightens as he kneels beside her, taking her fragile hands in his. “No, eomeoni, it’s me. I’m here,” he reassures her, his voice trembling. “I came to see you.”

Her gaze sharpens momentarily, her hand moving to touch his face.

“You’re always so busy, my son. Always working, always running… You don’t need to be like your father,” she whispers, her words cutting through him like a blade.

“I’m not,” Jungkook says firmly, though his voice wavers. “I’m nothing like him.”

Jiyeon blinks, confusion clouding her expression again. “Your father is so cold. So cruel… He took everything from me. And Junghyun… he tried to protect us, didn’t he? But it wasn’t enough.”

She begins to shake, her voice rising with panic. “I couldn’t save him, Jungkook. I couldn’t save any of you.”

Jungkook grips her hands tighter, his own trembling now. “Stop, eomeoni. Please, stop,” he says, his voice breaking. “You didn’t fail. None of this was your fault.”

Tears well up in her eyes as she looks at him, her mind wavering between the past and present.

“You’re all I have left,” she whispers. “But I see the pain in your eyes, Jungkook. Don’t let it consume you like it did him. Promise me.”

He doesn’t respond immediately, his jaw clenching as he fights back his own tears. Finally, he nods. “I’ll try, eomeoni. I’ll try.”

For a moment, the room is silent, the weight of their shared grief hanging heavily between them.

Jiyeon leans back into her chair, exhaustion taking over, and Jungkook stays by her side, holding her hand like a lifeline.

•••

But she needs to know he’s been talking to her for half an hour.

She can help him.

Jungkook exhales deeply, his trembling hands resting on his knees as he prepares himself to speak. Looking at his 어머니,

Jiyeon, he notices her fleeting moments of clarity, the way her eyes sometimes pierce through the fog of her mind. Tonight, he hopes she’ll understand.

“Eomeoni,” he begins softly, his voice low but steady. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

He pauses, searching for the right words. “Yn… she’s pregnant.”

At first, Jiyeon doesn’t react, her gaze fixed on the window as if she didn’t hear him. But then her head slowly turns, her eyes locking with his.

There’s a flicker of surprise, followed by something deeper—recognition.

“Pregnant?” she whispers, the word barely audible.

“Yes,” Jungkook confirms, his heart hammering against his ribs. “She’s carrying my child. Your grandchild.” The words feel foreign in his mouth, almost surreal.

A faint smile graces Jiyeon’s lips, and for a moment, she seems entirely lucid. “She’s good for you, Jungkook. So gentle, so kind.”

Her voice grows softer, tinged with a warmth he hadn’t heard in years. “You love her, don’t you?”

Jungkook stiffens, his throat tightening. “I do,” he admits, the confession leaving him vulnerable. “I love her more than I’ve ever loved anyone. But, eomeoni,”

his voice cracks, “I don’t know how to be a father. I don’t think I can do this.”

Jiyeon’s eyes widen slightly, and her hand reaches out, trembling, to touch his face.

“You think you’ll be like him,” she says, her voice filled with sorrow. “You think you’ll fail.”

He closes his eyes, her words hitting the very core of his fears. “I’m not ready,” he whispers, his voice hoarse. “I never wanted this.”

“And because of me, because of this… she fainted, eomeoni. Her health—what if something happens to her? What if I can’t protect them?”

He’s breaking…. He doesn’t know what to do.

Jiyeon’s expression softens, and for the first time in years, she seems entirely present. “Listen to me, Jungkook,” she says, her tone firm but tender.

“You are not your father. You have love in your heart, even if you don’t see it. That girl… yn… she is your anchor.”

She’s right about that, but…

“She will guide you if you let her. And that baby… it is not a curse. It’s a gift. A part of you and her, something pure amidst all this pain.”

He looks at her, his chest tightening as emotions threaten to overwhelm him. “But what if I fail? What if I hurt them?”

Jiyeon shakes her head, her frail hand cupping his cheek. “You won’t,” she says softly.

“Because you already love her enough to worry. You already care enough to fear. That’s more than he ever gave us.”

Her voice falters, her own pain bubbling to the surface.

“Don’t let your past steal this from you, Jungkook. Don’t let it take them away like it took Junghyun.”

Her words strike him deeply, and he lowers his head, the weight of her understanding pressing on him. “I just… I don’t know if I can do this.”

“You can,” Jiyeon says firmly, her strength surprising him. “Because you have her. And because you are my son.”

She doesn’t understand…

The room falls into a heavy silence, Jiyeon’s breaths growing slower as exhaustion takes over.

Jungkook stays by her side, gripping her hand tightly as his thoughts swirl. Her words linger in his mind, battling with his doubts.

Finally, Jiyeon speaks again, her voice faint.

“Don’t push her away, Jungkook-ah. Don’t let fear take what little happiness you have left.”

Jungkook nods, though his heart is still heavy. “Rest now, eomeoni,” he whispers.

“I’ll stay a little longer.” As she closes her eyes, he leans back in his chair, staring at the ceiling as the weight of everything crashes down on him.

Even she doesn’t understand…

•••

It’s past midnight when Jungkook unlocks the door to his penthouse, stepping into the silence that greets him.

The lights are dim, and the cityscape beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows glimmers faintly.

Where the fuck are you? How could he even leave you like that at the hospital?

He loosens his tie with one hand while the other clenches his phone.

“Yn?” he calls out, his voice sharp, almost frantic. “Yn, where are you?”

He paces through the living room, his heart pounding as he checks the kitchen, the hallway, the bedroom.

The thought of not finding you where you should be gnaws at his chest.

Finally, he spots you curled up on the sofa in the corner of the room, a blanket draped over you.

Relief floods him, but it’s short-lived. You look so small, so fragile, and he can see the faint shadows under your eyes.

“Why didn’t you answer?” he asks, his tone stern but trembling at the edges. “Do you have any idea how worried I was?”

You sit up, startled by his intensity, but his eyes soften when they meet yours.

He kneels in front of you, his large hands cupping your face. “Are you okay?” he asks, his voice quieter now. “You’re not… feeling faint again, are you?”

You shake your head, trying to reassure him, but he doesn’t look convinced.

His thumb brushes against your cheek as he studies your face, his brows furrowing.

“You scared me, yn,” he admits, the vulnerability in his voice catching you off guard.

When you murmur a soft apology, he pulls you into his arms, holding you tightly as if you might slip away.

His lips press against the crown of your head, lingering there as he closes his eyes.

“I can’t lose you,” he whispers, more to himself than to you.

“Yn… but… I need to ask you what is your decision?”

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[mndstom]

It's very unlikely for Jiyeon to go to another country with someone she barely knows. In fact, it's been a while since she has been to another country, traveling. It was one of those moments when she didn't really think about the consequences when she hit Jiseok up. Only after the message was sent, it occurred to her what she has done and then it was too late to take it back.

Does she regret it? No. Absolutely not. She did her research ( looked at his profile, scrolled through the pictures that were there ), and asked important questions before meeting him at the airport. And when they got to their first destination, to the room they would share, she didn't have any regrets. He seems like a cool guy who doesn't want to waste the money he spent.

Her attention turns to the man when she hears his voice and a smile tugs to her lips while she shakes her head. "I'm surprised you don't think I'm insane." After all, she's the one who had to announce she shares the same name as his ex and had to introduce herself, show she's not a crazy girl.

"So far I'm not disappointed and I'm sure this will be fun. I mean... I can give my full review once I get to taste what's in the breakfast buffet, but so far I don't regret anything."

muse: han ji-seok ( main verse; modern ).. 20s. photographer and aspiring filmmaker. open to: female / 25+. plot: okay did you hear that story about this guy who was going to take his girlfriend on a trip around the world, but she broke up with him but the plane tickets were nonrefundable so he had to find a girl with the same name as his ex (it was on the ticket), he ended up posting about it online and people with the same name contacted him and he picked one out of the handful and so he's going on a trip around the world with a stranger. starter tag: @indiestarter notes: replies will be posted as new threads for tracking purposes. please don't feel like you have to match length - I ramble.

Ji-Seok set his camera bag down gently on the edge of the hotel bed, exhaling as he took a quick glance around the room. It wasn’t the luxurious romantic suite he’d once envisioned for this trip, but it was comfortable—neutral, like the stranger standing just a few feet away from him, unpacking their own things.

The silence between them wasn’t exactly awkward, but it was far from easy. Ji-Seok rubbed the back of his neck, trying to shake off the strange mix of emotions still lingering from the whirlwind decision to bring them here.

"This is… surreal," he said finally, his voice breaking the quiet as he unzipped his suitcase. He glanced over at them, a faint, self-conscious smile tugging at his lips. "I mean, a week ago, I didn’t even know you existed, and now we’re unpacking in a hotel room halfway across the world together."

He chuckled softly, shaking his head as he pulled out a neatly folded stack of clothes. "You sure you don’t think I’m completely insane for dragging you into this?" His tone was light, almost teasing, but there was an edge of genuine curiosity in the question.

Ji-Seok paused for a moment, his hands resting on the edge of the suitcase as he looked at them more directly. "I know this isn’t exactly… normal," he admitted, his smile softening, "but I figured it’s better than letting the tickets go to waste. And hey, maybe it’ll make a good story someday."

[frizzle-tales]

‘Would you like to explain to the doctor how you’ve risen from the dead?’

At his comment, Jiyeon felt embarrassment creep up to her cheeks as she realized what Taehyung said was right, and that her idea did sounded ridiculous, but it was the first thought that came to mind.

But unfortunately for Jiyeon, her protests and dodging didn’t do a thing, and Taehyung’s words blurred in the background as she fought against him, whining and repeating a firm ‘no’ as the bloodiest scenes popped up in her mind; what if he would make it worse? what if it would hurt? what if this was his first time?

Jiyeon whimpered and immediately stopped her protests when she felt his hand grip onto her throat, it was as if he found her off button and was able to control her with just one swift movement. Her eyes teared up as she held in a breath as Taehyung whispered against her ear, giving her a clear warning and reminding her of who was the boss at his home.

Jiyeon didn’t say anything, instead she let out a defeated whimper, accepting the reality— she had no say in anything Taehyung wanted.

But to her surprise Taehyung’s tone took a turn and he seemed more gentle, and even though this was supposed to calm her down, she became more observant, skeptical and mostly cautious, eyeing his every move, but she still followed his instructions, regulating her breathing just like he told her to.

Jiyeon noticed the thread and needle approaching her head, and she decided to close her eyes; not wanting to see anymore, and if she could find a way to not hear either, she would.

It felt like few seconds later when Taehyung told her it’s over. Jiyeon opened her eyes again. And to her shock, it was true, Taehyung wasn’t lying when he said it wouldn’t hurt, it was painless and quicker than she expected.

A warm feeling flushed over her chest as Taehyung kissed her forehead, she even had to fight back a smile, feeling as if Taehyung was indirectly telling her how he was proud of her for keeping it together. But at the same time all of this was so confusing and Jiyeon didn’t know what to make out of it. What was wrong with him? Why was he acting so… strange? So normal, so sweet.

So human.

“It didn’t hurt.” Jiyeon agreed with him, but before she could say anything else, Taehyung’s lips pressed against hers.

And this time, her body didn’t tense like it used to; perhaps it was the exhaustion, or how drained she felt from earlier, or maybe she was losing her mind… but this time, she melted, her body relaxing into his kiss, and when it all ended, she could feel the heavy weight return on her shoulders as thoughts took over her mind.

This all didn’t make sense.

“Huh?” Jiyeon looked up at him. “Oh, no, no, nowhere else hurts…” The young girl replied back, a bit dazed still.

Taehyung once again moved closer to her, this time picking her up from the counter, and Jiyeon didn’t resist; knowing that she had no say whatsoever either way.

As Taehyung moved towards the bathroom door, Jiyeon caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror; despite her not knowing a thing about stitches, it somehow looked so cared for down to the last detail. The threads connected from point to point in sharp lines, as if he knew what he was doing. Who was this man, really? Was there more to him than the police reports that she thoroughly studied for the radio show?

Perhaps there was a whole other Taehyung that was yet to be discovered.

Then the bedroom. Jiyeon knew very well what had happened in this room, but curiosity took over as her eyes now glanced over to what used to be the person breaking into the home and assaulting her, Jiyeon wasn’t stupid, she knew that he was a goner, and what would happen with his body now, but why couldn’t she tore her eyes away from it? Was it morbid curiosity?

It looked as if a rabid animal had attacked the man; the mess, the way how he was unrecognisable, and how merciless he was killed, by the beast that was carrying her, the serial killer who so kindly took care of her wounds, who had just murdered a man.

Taehyung placed her down on a bed in the guest room, and Jiyeon glanced around it; the only memory she had of this room was very vague, as this room was presented to her shortly on a tour throughout the home when she had just arrived here.

When Taehyung spoke, Jiyeon looked over at him and shook her head. “No, thank you.” She replied to his question about needing a change of clothes.

Taehyung left and returned a mere minute later, and not only did he return with some items, he also returned with bad news; he was leaving, maybe not for too long, but he was still leaving.

“You won’t be gone for long, right?” Jiyeon piped up, feeling her heart beat faster against her chest at the thought of being alone once again.

“….Can you please check if there’s no one here before you leave, please?” Jiyeon then asked, before scooting closer to Taehyung and holding up her feet, and when the familiar click sounded, she realised that she would be once again chained and defenceless, and part of her wanted to ask Taehyung if she could sleep without it for once, but she found herself not daring to ask.

“Will you lock the door and windows before you leave?” She asked, picking at her sleeve.

Jiyeon then went under the blankets, feeling her body relax as soon as she laid down on the thick mattress; wondering to herself how long ago it must’ve been that she was able to sleep in a proper bed. However, despite how comfortable the bed was, she couldn’t shake off this anxious feeling that was bubbling up in her chest.

What if someone was on the lookout? What if they’ll see Taehyung leave and take their chance?

“…Thank you for making it better.” Jiyeon spoke softly, laying on her side as she glanced over at the serial killer. “…and for saving me from that creep.”

[🎙️]

“It shouldn’t take me long.” Taehyung repeated, answering Jiyeon’s inquiry. An odd feeling creeped in as the adrenaline drained from his body. He felt exhausted, yet also.. softer than normal. He couldn’t tear his gaze away from the young woman. She seemed so delicate, so fragile, like a cherry blossom about to crumble at any minute, or a helpless bird with a broken wing.

“I’ll check every room.” Taehyung whispered his fingers brushing through her hair for a moment before his knuckles trailed down her cheek.

Tomorrow morning, he’d run her a bath. Help her wash all the dried blood from her hair without snagging any stitches.

When the girl slipped her ankle out from under the covers, the tender spell cast over the man weakened. That’s right — he had a task to go do. And not a second later, the chain clamped around her ankle.

“Of course.” Crossing the guest room, he started with double checking to make sure the window was securely locked. But as his back was turned, his precious little prisoner spoke up again, her honey like voice melting the stoic composure he was trying to rebuild.

His arms dropped back to his sides before he made one last pit stop by Jiyeon on the bed. “You are mine, Jiyeonnie. My caged pet. Only I get to decide what happens to you. Only I get to lay a hand on you.” His fingers held her chin, gentle yet firm. “As much as I want to say you are welcome..” He leaned in closer, giving into the nagging compulsion to press his lips against hers once again. “.. I don’t think I could ever stop myself from saving you.”

It was a feeling that took over his whole body — No, controlled every fibre of him. His only thought was her, his one concern was the young woman. Fuck almost being robbed, she was touched.

“Now get some rest.” With that, Taehyung left the guest bedroom, and just like he promised, he checked every room in the house, locking every window as needed. When that was dealt with, he ventured back to the bloody crime scene upstairs.

For a second, the killer stood over the body, head cocked to the side. No sickness lingered in his stomach. The copper stench smelt the same to him as anything else. But there was one thing that almost bothered him; was this the first time he expanded his victim profile?

He shook off the thought, whether it was or not, the boy still deserved every bit of the fate he got. Taehyung got down to business, wrapped the body in duct tape and garbage bags before rolling the dead body up in the blood covered area rug.

With a sharp breath, he hoisted the weight into the trunk of his SUV before closing it with a slam.

Taehyung pulled the keys out of his pocket, about to circle around to the driver’s side before his feet froze on the cobblestone. The outside air was eerily still, almost too quiet for his liking. Not even a cricket’s chirp echoed in the night.

Glancing back at his home, it felt so.. ominous. The old brick house looking almost haunting in the dark. Taehyung couldn’t help but recall the girl, chained alone upstairs yet again.

… This boy was alone, wasn’t he? Did didn’t seem very experienced. More like moronic. But the thoughts of the idiot did nothing to ease the discomfort itching under his skin.

What if he wasn’t alone after all? He wouldn’t be here to protect her, for her to call out to come save her.

Taehyung started his car, letting it warm up before going back inside. He grabbed a coat from the closet near the front door before making his way back to the guest room.

“Open your eyes, little bird. Come on.” Slipping his hands under the blankets, he unlocked the ankle cuff. In the dark, only the moon illuminating the guest room, it hard to tell if she was sleeping or not, but it wasn’t as if it mattered. At least not now. “I changed my mind, you’re coming with me. Come, put your arms in.” He held open the jacket for her to slip on.

[rcderick]

‘˖ starter para @untouchzble — discoteca nas estrelas

Desde pequeno, Roderick nunca lidou bem com despedidas. Até mesmo quando foi preso, pediu que sua mãe e irmãos não chorassem ou sentissem sua falta, que apenas continuasse suas vidas, porque isso traria muito mais paz a ele. Quando veio parar nesse mundo encantado achou que não teria tempo de se apegar ao lugar ou aquelas pessoas, mas agora que sabia que teria que partir, sentia uma mistura de melancolia e injustiça. A verdade era que ele não estava em clima para festas, porém ao cruzar os olhos com Dove no meio de todas aquelas pessoas, um sorriso tomou a sua face. — Você está linda. — Comentou, mesmo aquilo não sendo nenhuma novidade para ela. Devido a sua péssima sorte, ele vestia trajes de camponês, mas ainda assim tentou compensar com seu charme. — Devíamos tirar uma daquelas fotos. — Apontou para a cabine. Sabia que não havia nada que pudesse fazer para lembrar daquele sorriso que volta e meia alugava um espaço em sua mente, porém ainda podiam se divertir enquanto havia tempo. — Quem sabe uma falha na matriz não permita que eu leve essa foto comigo de volta para a cadeia? Vou te procurar daqui a uns dez anos e provar que um dia você já me deu mole. — Provocou de forma divertida, apenas porque não queria pensar que aquele poderia ser a última vez que se veriam. 

[becomedecay]

#𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐘 　　⸻　　DUAL MUSE blog for ANCHORAGEHQ , written by tiff ( she/they , 29 , autistic )

CURRENT MUSES　　⸻　　:

★— HYEONG EUNJI ( park jiyeon ) intro , threads , meta , connections

★— AKIMOTO REI ( myoui mina ) intro , threads , meta , connections

[mndstom]

While standing next to him near the register, waiting for her company to pay for the simple dress she wanted and the shoes, her eyes wander around the store, curiously looking at other things, and then her gaze turns towards the man. She can't help but notice the black card of his. She has heard he has the money, but she didn't expect him to own a black card. Her gaze is quick to turn back towards the cashier. He seems to be full of surprises, and she's sure the surprises will continue coming. When the payment is done, she's quick to say thank you to the person behind the counter ,and take the paper bag where her shoes and dress are. She should have let Jaeseong continue to be a gentleman and take the bag, but she wants to carry her own bag. The female has never enjoyed making someone else carry her things when she's capable of doing it herself. Upon hearing his last question while walking out of the store, she can't help but chuckle. "Scared me?" Far from it. "You made me more intrigued." The female admits, looking over her shoulder to look at him. "What do you do for a living?" It's a subtle way of finding out how he has the card that causes her to be curious. || @vicletnight

With her question, Jae gave a light shrug in response. It wasn't necessarily his preference of what he would be doing, going shopping and all. But what he did like about this was the excitement for whoever he was buying clothes for, though the small exchange the two had encountered just prior made him a bit more on edge of this part than normal. "I'd be happy to if you'd like to?" he offered regardless, admitting the truth which wasn't always too frequent for the man. Instead, he saw her attention get drawn to the shoes within the store, Jiyeon seemingly getting within his own mind as his focus had honed in on one pair in particular; these specific ones being the pair that the woman had reached for. He nodded in understanding as the woman told him their shopping was more or less concluded, Jaeseong grabbing the shoes that concluded her outfit and taking it up to the register. Pulling out a sleek yet weighted black card, the man gave it to the associate before he'd had the chance to inform them of the total. A small shake of his head as the other man offered the receipt, the curator advising instead to discard the paper before his gaze fell back on his company. He nodded towards the exit of the store, ensuring Jiyeon fell closely in his steps before getting too far. "In that case, it sounds like we're good to head out to the boat?" he offered, stepping in front of the other to exit as he held the door open for her to follow. "So long as I haven't scared you out of your agreement that is?" this was said with a much more teasing tone, though if it couldn't be heard it could likely be seen from the small curl of his lip. || @mndstom

[sharpesteeth]

#SHARPESTEETH 　　⸻　　DUAL MUSE blog for ANCHORAGEHQ , written by tiff ( she/they , 29 , autistic )

CURRENT MUSES　　⸻　　:

★— HYEONG EUNJI ( park jiyeon ) intro , threads , meta , connections

★— AKIMOTO REI ( myoui mina ) intro , threads , meta , connections