xsakiyeon

[xsakiyeon]

❝ Now you see me, now you don't. I’m a thousand different people — you don't really know any of them.

               ✗  It’s only been a year since he started living a peaceful life at the province of North Chungcheong when a phone call interrupted him, 

               "Wang — I think it’s time for you to get back to work. There’ll be a car waiting for you later at the bus terminal, you’re going to Seoul."

with a smirk tugging on the corner of his perfectly carved lips, he hangs up and turned off his sad excuse for a phone; he got up his bed and swiftly packs his clothing and miscellaneous things inside the luggage (which was almost filled with dust). He pulled out one of his newly bought handguns inside the drawer, a Colt Mustang Pocketlite — it was nothing special, just a light-weight handgun to carry on whilst on the road. 

                It’s been a while since I killed someone.

               ✗  He hummed and started skipping his way through the bus terminal, waving goodbye here and there at the villagers. At the province, he’s known as Huang Zitao, a boy who lost his whole family due to an accident, a hard working boy with a brain that resembled Einstein (at least, that’s how the villagers would described him) and a face of a god. He wonders how he would present himself to the new faces in Seoul. 

reblog/follow ✖ au literate ✖ para/script preferred : plotting is encouraged ✖ 18 + ✖ about

[xsakiyeon]

❝Why choose reality when you can have everything in here? Stay with me. I will never let you feel any pain and loneliness only tranquility and happiness. 

a body he owns, a soul he borrows.

He is known as Kai in the dream—monochrome world. A dream walker who lures wandering souls into the delusion of giving them everything that they ever wanted. And as soon as they said yes, their souls are either swallowed whole by him or enslaved to the dream master. 

When he wakes up, his name changes into Jongin. An orphan, a new transferee student of Seoul National University, a painter, a cinematographer, a part-time florist and a busboy who wants to feel alive even just for a minute—seconds.

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My internet broke down and it took a week for the staffs to repair it but anyway, i'm back. I'll answer everything when I get back to school, meanwhile, like this post if you're up for plotting!

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{ asdfghjkl; oh gosh, im not good with compliments so lemme just- -melts; Shhhh, bb, dun cry, sobs and clings to you tbh.

!! p x p How 'bout, my muse barges into your muse's house and steal something .... wow, i suck at plotting—and creativity, h ow-

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Can you reblog/like this if you’re literate, or at least semi literate. Its hard to find people who are willing to para and have a decent conversation with nowadays.

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xlhr said: [ agrees with soyeon tbh ;; they’re amazing. ;u; ]

{ I just saw this but ah— thank you, really. ;; 

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Anonymously tell me what you think of me. Don't sugar coat it. I am just genuinely intrigued

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An attempt in animation — Work in Progress (WIP) by xsakiyeon

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[ daskdkadasdjekjedaisdas cAN I JUST FREAKING CRY OVER YOUR BEAUTIFUL ARTS OR ]

{ I—

^ how I feel when someone compliments my arts. Thank you. ; v ; :

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Mist; someone, help me. — Saki & Joonmyun

The fabric—a cheap one, in her state, she couldn't even afford to buy something in good quality—still felt rough against her skin even though it's already drenched in cold sweat of hers but it was no longer a surprise; waking up, cold sweat dripping down her head as she gripped onto her chest, grasping for air. She always have dreams—nightmare as she calls it, that haunts her down every time her eyes slowly closes as the dark silence envelopes her.

"You'll be okay today. You'll go to the Han River for a photo session. All you have to do is smile for the camera and voila! Instant money." She assured herself, "The voices won't devour you, they won't. I haven't heard anything, the voices disappeared already, it's okay, Saki. You'll walk out there as Park Ji Yeon, a girl full of charms and happiness." She exhales deeply, her eyes scanning on the simple make-up she applied, she looked beautiful, too beautiful (make up really does wonders, she thought) that it is almost surreal but then, she wasn't really seeing herself on the reflection, it was Jiyeon, an image she created, to live and survive. It's not her, it's not Saki, the provincial girl who lived in Japan, who's full of scars, full of pain, and sadness. 

Earlier that week, she was invited to attend a photo session and it wasn't just a normal photo session, for every model is paid 20,000 won every three hours and it was enough for Jiyeon to agree, she needed money and this is what people call easy money. All she has to do is wear the assigned clothing for her— in which they say is a new and some-what expensive brand of clothing, pose for the camera and smile. That's all she has to do, it was simple as that. Of course, Jiyeon, who rarely takes picture of herself, let alone, other people is a tad bit nervous, she has been practicing in front of the mirror the whole day, nonstop. Experimenting different kinds of poses to her liking. Excited yet uneasy, that's what the young girl felt. What if the photographers didn't like her smile? Her poses? What if they stopped the photo session and find a new model to replace her, then she wouldn't get the money; too many thoughts were filling up her mind as she aimlessly went at the location. 

In her five years of staying in South Korea, this was the only time she had seen how beautiful The Han River at night was, colorful lights and tranquil scene in front of her, no wonder the photographers chose this place. Upon arriving at the said place, something seems to be odd, didn't they mentioned that there will be some make-up artist noonas to retouch their make-up? Where are the other models? Did she get too excited and went here earlier than the scheduled time? She peered over her gaudy watch, "Seven thirty. Hey why is everyone—"

Words were cut off as she felt someone slide a hand over her mouth and her waist, eyes widening in shock, she tried as hard as she can to resist but the unknown man or rather, one of the photographers started whispering obscene things into her delicate ears, gripping her tighter as his hands ran down to her thighs; fear ran down her veins, she hates to admit it but right now, she secretly wish for the voices to devour her, she wished for the assaulter to burn. She was not as weak as the other girls but the male was too strong for her and all she could do is let her tears flow down before biting as hard as she can at the hand that covered her mouth before screaming on top of her lungs, hoping someone will save her other than the voices. Someone please, help me.

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[xsakiyeon]

A lonesome songstress; a doomed existence.

An innocent looking monster.

Forever banned from the sea, a creature without purpose.

A siren away from the ocean; a fish out of water. Only finding comfort in singing and the Han river.

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Ellen (2013) — Fanart by xsakiyeon

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Scribbling while in class — Soc Sci 2

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