#she's more than a vessel for Oppa's happiness

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#kdramawomensweek || day five: femininity + her

⤷ Sung Deok Sun (Lee Hye Ri) ↦ Reply 1988 (2015)

“I could not return to my youth or that street either. Time always flows. Everything passes by and ages. That might be why youth is beautiful. Because it shines, blindingly bright at a brilliant short moment. But you can never go back.”

She is the frequent butt of her friends’ jokes; neither “smart” by their skewed standards, nor “pretty enough” to “deserve” verbal praise. At home, she is the forgotten middle child, overshadowed by her older sister’s brilliance and her younger brother’s neediness. In the total absence of validation, Deok Sun finds comfort in playing with makeup and hair spray, in arranging pretty outfits. Still, she--like so many of us--seeks the acknowledgement of the people around her. She craves affection and seeks reciprocation. It’s what prompts her first crushes. One of the standout moments of her and Sun Woo’s short, ill-fated romance is of Deok Sun running to her room just as Sun Woo comes to pick her up and slathering on foundation (top row, right). Makeup is how she finds confidence. She wears it like warpaint. 

Her femininity is her pride. It is what she has, when even her mother gives up on her dreams of Deok Sun gaining admission to a university.

Fast forward five years, and we see Deok Sun beautiful and grown up, with long hair and makeup done to perfection. We see her in heels and in skirts. She’s a flight attendant, a profession (in that time) known for its beautiful women. She is successful, she takes care of her parents, she has fulfilled nearly every dream she has had for herself. But most importantly, she has learned to love herself. She has learned to harness the femininity that had been her last bit of pride and she has turned it into a career. And that, I think is her true love story. Deok Sun’s is the story of how she stops pinning her worth on others’ opinions of her, and learns that at the end of the day it only matters that she is happy with who she is. 

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❝ KIM SEOKJIN is a TWENTY THREE year old CARDIOTHORACIC SURGEON & SERIAL KILLER  with NO AFFILIATION who goes by the name THANATOS ❞

trigger warning  ━ gore, suffocation, mental illness !!

⇀ birth name: Kim Seokjin ⇀  fc choice: Kim Seokjin ⇀  alias: Thanatos ⇀  age: 23 (international. 25 Korean) ⇀  group: unaffiliated ⇀  occupation: Cardiothoracic Surgeon ( Serial Killer ) ⇀  sexual orientation: demiheterosexual ⇀  languages: korean, mandarin, japanese, english, french ⇀  height / weight: 181 cm // 64 kg ⇀ defining features: plump lips and under eyes, very broad shoulders, looks like an alpaca but especially when eating, red tie

TRIGGER WARNING gore, suffocation, mental illness

⇀  character’s personality:

Seokjin seems sweet but aloof, like any typical wealthy heartthrob. However, that is only because he is quite an awkward person. Peel back another layer, and he is dorky as well. He is one half of the angel children, with boundless amounts of talent and intelligence, and polished manners and chivalry. Behind the facade, they are demon children, using their intelligence for cunning, their talents on the operating table for more sinister actions, and their table manners to clean up after themselves without a trace. He is the calm to Wheein’s sea in public, but in private, he is what makes her even… C R A Z I E R.

While he is perhaps more sane than she, he still enjoys holding the heart in his hand as he feels it beating its last. His urges will rarely strike at random times, but when they do, he is skilled at stifling them - until later, that is. Then, he releases his beast, but in the most precise and painful way possible, carving them more precisely than a turkey. He particularly likes to carve down the lines and hollows of their victims’ throat, as if he is giving them gills, only to watch the blood drip down their neck and chest as Wheein later chokes out their life, grinning wider than the Cheshire cat.

Be careful not to insult or hurt his little owl. If you do, you will be next on the list to see the center of his layers.

⇀  personality tl;dr:

+ Super smart + Hard working + Caring / protective + Awkward in a cute way + The more sane twin

~ Pretty fine. Unless you do something that triggers his intense protective streak

- Possibly only really cares about Wheein - Has a shitton of layers - Still not quite sane - Enjoys a good torture-and-murder when he’s feeling vindictive

⇀ character history:

As the older twin child of Seoul Hospital’s director Jung Gaeul and Seoul University and Prep’s chairman Kim Taeyong, Kim Seokjin uses his golden spoon mainly to protect his sister’s silver one.  And to spoil her rotten. In their childhood, Jung Wheein and Seokjin were joined at the hip, spending nearly every waking hour together, and sneaking out of their respective rooms at night to spend every sleeping hour together as well. They knew, and still know, each other better than they knew, and know, themselves. With ever busy and harried parents, it was only natural for them to stick to each other, sharing the other’s happiness, grief, stress, pastimes, their few other friends, and even their favorite drink.

(It happened to be pink lemonade. At galas, their father would sometimes have them drink something a bit alcoholic, so they learned how to spike it just the right way.)

Even in school, the one time that their father had given them different schedules when they were ten, Seokjin had skipped his own classes to match his sister’s, while his sister soon threw a fit in the main office. It came as such a surprise that the two most well-behaved and polite students had such a reaction, that their schedules were changed immediately.

Once, at the age of thirteen, when a classmate jokingly called Wheein a Baebsae, or Crow-Tit, basing their joke on Seokjin’s pet name for Wheein - his little Saw Whet, his little owl, or his little bird - the fierce glare that he had given them had been enough for them to to nearly piss their pants, and avoid the pair for the next year.

When they were home, their favorite places to chill out with each other were the library, each other’s rooms, the courtyard and backyard, and the giant kitchen. They stayed clear of the other rooms in the house - besides the dining room, of course - because they had been caught by company unawares more than once.

Only when they were younger did they have other friends, separate from each other. He met the girl with the strawberry lollipops for the first time when he was five and she, four. A few years later, school work consumed the time he would’ve otherwise spent playing with her.

They continue to live together, though moved out from their parent’s castle, really, when they graduated medical school at the age of eighteen. They had planned to do so once finishing high school, but twelve was apparently too young for their parents to allow. So they planned for university. Once again, fourteen was not old enough. They have since finished their residencies and have recently finished their fellowships, making them the youngest specialists in the hospital, if not the nation, by at least nine years.

Finishing school so quickly, of course, came with heavy tolls on their minds and mental health. It didn’t help that Wheein was beginning to go off the wire as well. For so long, their lives had been filled with nothing but each other, their parents’ stupid galas, and studying. Tutor after tutor after tutor greeted them each day when they arrived home from school, so that they could go as fast as possible through their studies. One day, she mused something that seemed to just be her thinking aloud by accident: “Oppa, don’t you think that the color of blood is such a beautiful red?” However, he had to agree. Sometimes, when he got paper cuts or other small wounds, he would just s t a r e at it, mesmerized by the deep, dark maroon oozing out of his skin. And so he replied, half distracted by his own thoughts, “it’s gorgeous.” (It was from that day onward that blood red became her signature lip color, and his tie (and handkerchief color.)

It was when they were sixteen when the trigger was pulled. An entitled asshole of a cousin, Kim Doshik would constantly made snide comments about the pair during his entire summer stay at their house. Seokjin would keep silent, giving small polite laughs even when Doshik made fun of his little bird, and smothering his rage. The last straw, however came with a statement so vile, all Seokjin could hear was the blood rushing in his ears:

“No one wants to fuck a chick who never leaves her brother.”

The next day, Seokjin’s knife coming at his eyes were the last thing he ever saw.

When he was reported missing the day after that, Seokjin and Wheein were the last to see him. But with the discovery of a smiling set of gleaming white teeth at an abandoned warehouse an hour away from the city, the Seoul Police Department became the true last witnesses.

All twenty seven of their victims have had the same thing done to them. Jaws pulled from their skulls so precisely that tweezing out any flesh hanging onto and blood vessels inside of their teeth takes a mere ten minutes at most, and bleached completely of any DNA are left as their signature.

They are known as Hypnos and Thanatos.