天才

to   be   𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃   has   always   been   up   for   debate .   you   heard   it   from   your   parents ,   the   adults   around   you ,   sharing   stories   of   your   origins ,   the   𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐓   threaded   into   centuries   of   rich   history -   now   bestowed   upon   𝐘𝐎𝐔 ,   what   an   honor   it   is .   yet   the   world   passed   judgement   on   you   𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆   𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄   you   were   born .   you   learn   of   its   cruelty   the   hard   way . you   want   to   do   𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓   by   them ;   the   people   you   love ,   the   people   struggling ,   as   the   word   of   your   kind   is   spit   like   a   curse ;   𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐀𝐈 the   𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐘   isn't   lost   on   you   -   gifted ,    𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐒 .   a   name   offered   by   hopeful   ancestors ,   and   𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐃   by   the   mouths   of   fearful   enemies . you   wonder   what   it   feels   like   to   walk   freely   among   them ,   𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐒 .   while   you   long   for   their   𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐂𝐘 ,   they   long   for   your   𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐇 ;   for   the   chance   to   defeat   the   monsters   of   𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑   𝐎𝐖𝐍   𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 . another   hard   lesson ,   to   𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄   or   to   𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 ;   you   cannot   have   one   without   the   other .   I   wonder ,   do   your   daydreams   include   a   𝐒  𝐀  𝐂  𝐑  𝐈  𝐅  𝐈  𝐂  𝐄  ? B̵L̷E̷S̵S̵E̷D̶ ̵ ̶ ̷ ̸C̶H̷I̴L̶D̷ , time   has   run   out .   have   you   made   your   choice ? quickly ,   now .   the   water   is   rising .   they're   calling   for   you . C̶ ̶H̶ ̶O̶ ̶O̶ ̶S̶ ̶E̶ ... sorry,   your   request   has   been   denied. maybe   next   time   you   won't   hesitate.

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FASHION

Surprisingly Ji does wear button up shirts, undone at the collar ( or further down ), rolled up at the sleeves, and paired with silver or black ( not gold ) jewelry, such as necklaces and bracelets etc. He also wears tshirts/tank tops and Henley shirts ( have mercy omg ), usually with jackets or an open button down shirt layered on top. He’s not ashamed of his scars and has no trouble showing them ( or so he says ), upping his intimidation factor quite a bit. Ji wears combat boots and black or faded green jeans, depending on what shirt he’s wearing. Pretty simple but effective, someone who was previously ‘low class’ dressing like the boss.

HAIR

Ji’s hair is his natural dark brown, a progression from when he escaped the facility and got it cut ( the shorter pics where it’s out of his face ) and progressively getting longer and messier as time goes on.

SCENTS

- Cigarettes

- Cedar wood & amber

- Blood

He fit so perfectly in their lap, Hayden couldn’t help but wonder if he was always meant to be here. Seong’s lips moved impatiently against theirs, his legs on either side of their hips, Hayden’s hand clutching his thigh while the other came up to hold his jaw; a firm grip, forcing him to slow down to where they wanted – but god, the way he was grinding against them, the low groan against Hayden’s lips, was enough to drive anyone mad.

Pleasure left Hayden impatient in their own way, unable to help how their hips rolled up to meet his, how their hand slid to the small of his back and pulled him closer – their fingers sliding up his back long-since freed from the shirt now cast somewhere on the floor. Another shift of his hard bulge against theirs drew a hungry noise from them, something akin to a growl, as their teeth nipped his bottom lip in warning.

“Impressed, honestly. Show me the notebook you spent days using to come up with this and I’ll give you your very own gold star.”

The chatter was still clear enough to warn them that here, tucked away in the dim corner of this meaningless event’s venue, Hayden’s breathless moans could draw the attention of some curious, champagne-dizzy guest. And maybe that was what sent their heart pounding, a thrill flashing through them while Seong held their back against his chest, their tattoos exposed from their unbuttoned shirt and their pants undone.

He was a quick learner, after all; and even through their plush lips, bitten to keep themselves quiet while waiters moved a little too close with clinking glasses and modest laughter echoed to their hiding place, Hayden’s fingers tightened at the nape of his neck – and they couldn’t stop the damn-near whine that left their lips, their hips rolling forward.

“Fuck,” they’d moaned a little too loud, a jolt of fear lodging their next breath in their throat, their eyes snapping to the mouth of the hallway – just as his hand clamped over their mouth; drawing those vivid jade eyes back to him, as their alarm drained.

No, now that heat had returned in kind; a steady pulse spurred on by the rhythm of their heart, down low to their abdomen taut with restraint. Another muffled moan escaped them. Still their grip tightened in his hair, their other hand coming up to grasp the wrist close to their mouth – not to pull it away, but to anchor themselves. And still, their eyes didn’t leave his – not until their back arched slightly, unable to help how they fluttered closed.

Did he truly understand the weight of those words?

Did Jihyun know what Ji-Min would do, had done, for the sake of those he cared about? Did he know just how much blood was embedded in his skin, that thrummed alongside the tainted and damned blood of his own veins, that seeped into bones that had been broken and healed so many times he couldn’t remember a time when violence didn’t ravage a body built to destroy? A body immortal, inevitable, wrathful? To never be permitted to reach for what was good, with hands that only knew to devastate? To topple empires and kill gods, he would do, for the people he loved.

Jihyun stood here like he did. He looked at the monster easily, without fear or regret. He spoke words so dangerous it almost seemed naive… and maybe it was. For Jihyun had only ever seen the gracious part of Ji’s ability, the intensity and certainty of his will to live. He’d seen the fondness so few had ever drawn from Ji’s heart unbeating. He’d felt a fraction of the devotion that roared within Ji-Min, like an endless tide, all consuming and violent in nature – but not toward him. No, the kind of violence within the beast that had found something to live for. Something to protect. Yet there was doubt, quiet and shameful; he wondered if Jihyun forgot what he was.

Crying crying crying. Ilu sm ❤️❤️