𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖆𝖓𝖎𝖙𝖞

the days flow by like water in a river, blending together and mixing so smoothly that there’s no way for sebin to keep track of what day it is. his days are marked by the seasons, by the change of winter to spring to summer to fall. the weather that he doesn’t feel but can see occasionally, the colours that permeate his eyes, the change in the clothes that sungha leaves for him to dress in. time is meaningless — as it tends to be to a vampire — and sebin lives in the constant haze of days slipping into nights into days again, always sleepy and disoriented as he follows sungha’s schedule faithfully, rather than his own natural one. 

it is not entirely unusual for sungha to request that sebin stay at home. it had happened before, especially as sebin had seemed to get into more trouble. most of the time, though, sebin voluntarily stays at home — preferring the comfort of the four walls of their shared apartment to the scary world out there where he always gets into trouble. 

staying awake during the day is always a challenge, and more often than not, sebin winds up dozing off in the middle of the day, particularly when sungha is out and sebin isn’t particularly driven by the need to please his only companion. on days when sungha is home, the fledgling often tries to keep him company, though it almost always fails. sungha doesn’t seem to mind, though.

he’d woken up from his nap not too long ago, sleepy eyes drifting shut again as he yawns, cuddled up in his blankets and very comfortable. he’s thinking sleepily about maybe dozing off again when he perks up, the sound of a familiar heartbeat entering his senses. rubbing the sleepiness out of his eyes, he slips out of bed, bare feet pattering against the floor as he makes his way towards the sound of sungha’s familiar voice calling for him. 

he smiles when he sees sungha at the door, his eyes brightening. “welcome home,” he says softly, rubbing at his eyes again and he feels all warm and happy inside when he sees sungha’s smile, so soft, feeling like the flame of warmth inside his stomach is tickling him happily. “something? for me?” he asks in disbelief, his eyes widening in surprise. the warmth wells up even more in him and he can’t believe how good of a day it is already. he had a really nice nap, and sungha smiled at him so warmly, and now something that sungha has for him? how could the day get any better?

he doesn’t give out gifts that often, whether it be for sebin or for anyone else. being a university student in med school, it’s not like he has the greatest budget, not to mention everything else he does behind closed doors. sungha showers the fledgling with other forms of affection—when the time is right, that is. he can’t give something out without sebin doing anything in return, but that’s normal, isn’t it? today is different because of it significance, although at the end of the day, what he have prepared is just another weapon he’ll use to keep sebin close to him.

capture sebin’s attention, sebin’s affections, sebin’s smiles—and finally, his heart.

the vampire’s sleeping schedule doesn’t coincide with what a normal vampire’s schedule should be like, it isn’t out of the ordinary for sebin to be awake the moment sungha returns home despite the sun still being out. this routine isn’t something he explicitly trained into the other, but it’s one of the benefits that came from everything they’ve been doing so far. as long as sungha breathes, sebin will linger close by—that’s how it always will be.

a soft voice greets him, one he had been expecting. “yes, come along.” he says, knowing that sebin would do so without even the slightest hesitation. carrying the box in his hands, sungha walks over to the dinner table setting down his bag as well as the box in question. “i’m glad to see that you’re here, i’d be very disappointed if you hadn’t been here when i returned home.” sebin had been acquainting himself with rather unlikeable people, sungha would rather not think about them at this very moment though.

“do you remember what today is, sebinnie?” he asks, his tone gentler than it would usually be. “i won’t be surprised if you don’t remember, you’ve been through a lot after all.” sungha lets out a sigh—as if he wasn’t the one who orchestrated every little detail that lead to sebin’s current situation. “but everything will be alright, because i’m right here with you,” there’s sincerity in his words, a sign that he’ll carry this vow until the ends of this earth.

backdated to january 7th, 2021

it’s a day like no other. sungha doesn’t partake in celebrations often, most of the time he doesn’t see a point to it. he participates whenever needed, so no one would question it. when it comes to himself though, he keeps it to a minimum. but just like everything, there are exceptions. the seventh of january marks a significant change in the world—the birth of ahn sebin, who was lying peacefully in bed when the morning came. he treated ( @feysebin ) the same, reminding him of the rules in place that keeps the fledgling far from harm. but today, he tells sebin not to go out.

there is a reason for that.

he embarks to do his usual routine afterwards, making sure to lock the door and checking to make sure the spells are still functioning properly before he heads off. there’s nothing special to do in his ‘workshop’ today, he did most that he needed to prior so he’d have more time for leisurely activities, ones he doesn’t indulge in often, he realises. sungha makes a stop somewhere though, an establishment he doesn’t think he’d frequent but fitting considering today’s occasion. once he has his order in hand, he returns home earlier than usual.

whether sebin expected his earlier arrival or not from his warning in the morning doesn’t matter to his plans. sungha opens the door with his elbow, holding a rather large red box in his person. he can sense the vampire within the premises, heeding to his instructions as per usual. “sebin,” he calls out as he closes the door with his foot, shuffling his feet to take off his shoes and slip onto his slippers.

[ trigger warnings: emotional manipulation, gaslighting, blood, intoxication ]

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( tw // emotional manipulation, gaslighting, blood, intoxication  )

feyxareum​:

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she slowly walks around sungha, stopping directly behind him and leans close enough that he can hear her as she whispers, her tone low and dangerous as she speaks. “you can test it on him however if he happens to die in the process, i’ll kill you in return.” whether she really means this or not was left to be determined, however even if she didn’t mean what she said, areum still couldn’t resist the urge to toy with the witch. she steps back a couple steps, a cold laughter escaping her, as she looks at hojin but continues speaking to sungha. “he’s still very valuable to me so i need him kept alive no matter what.”

he’s threading dangerous waters, he’s aware of this. there’s no way for sungha to advance without doing so, he knew he’d never obtain what he wants if he hadn’t taken a chance with areum. sungha could have tried his luck with a random vampire, someone who had been to high off of something to even realise they’re handing over the blood to a human they don’t recognise. he finds that method too risky though. he doesn’t like doing things that don’t have a higher rate of success. when it comes to sebin, it’s necessary for everything to go well. one mistake, and they’d be done for.

everything worked out in the end. a part of him was convinced that areum wouldn’t touch him. he has no intentions of burdening areum with a fledgling, after all. he merely needed her blood, everything else that came after will be sungha’s responsibility and sungha’s alone. it helps that sebin holds some form of fear for his own sire, easier for sungha to cage him where he belongs—with him, and no one else. there’s a small grace of a smile as he thinks back to the vampire back home. as much as he likes developing his potions and spells, he always feels better with sebin.

it’s not hard to handle being away from sebin, although he’d make sure it isn’t as easy for the other. he doesn’t want to stay in his workshop for too long. “i’m excited to try it all out, then.” sungha says, leading them further into his workshop. there’s a lot of items on his table, mainly a bowl and small bottles littered around in a fairly organised manner. “i wonder who is foolish enough to dare venture into your place of living, that’s just entering a lion’s den.” he spares some of his attention to areum’s interaction with her own servant, interest piqued as he notices the way the vampire metaphorically (and literally, he’s pretty sure) bows down to her, not at all complaining. the aura that areum exudes is one of importance and significance, commanding their servitude.

a chuckle leaves him as he opens up the container slowly, taking his time. “you know i don’t do that, i’ve never taken a life—directly, anyway.” it’s not sungha’s thing, which says a lot. “i’ll take their organs, their dead carcasses, but i’m not interested in being the one who sees their last moments.” examining the contents, he hums when he sees a vampire’s fang, picking it up with an excited glint in his eyes. “that’s what you love doing, i’ll just stick around to watch. my job is to save lives, after all.”

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he shifts slightly to try and take some of the pressure off of the wound he had received thanks to jaeyong, internally cursing the other yet again for what he had done to him, for putting him in such a state. it’s only when he hears that sungha is actually agreeing to help him that he feels a wave of relief rush through him and he almost wants to believe that sungha is good, though he quickly reminds himself about how sungha is and almost laughs at the thought. “i’m in an alley…a couple blocks away from the last drop.” he looks down at his hand that was poorly wrapped, the only injury he had caused himself tonight, and clenches his fist as he swallows down his pride before he speaks once again. “please…hurry.” his tone sounds almost as if he’s begging the other to move quickly and he hates that he’s even allowing himself to do this.

sungha takes his time, he lets the conversation sit longer than it needs to be and doesn’t make a move until he has to. he relishes in the way jihoon has to wait for him, yet something else he can control. there’s a devilish grace of a smile on his lips, listening to the way jihoon’s voice wavers from whatever pain he is feeling through the phone. sungha doesn’t consider himself much of a sadist—he doesn’t necessary find much pleasure in seeing others suffering. he doesn’t enjoy witnessing a certain fledgling being in pain, it’s just necessary. right now though, with jihoon on other end of the line, he can’t help but question whether he really doesn’t find some fun in this.

“that makes the two of us, but i can’t say i’m surprised. at the end of the day, you need something from me, right?” it’s a statement more than it is a question. jihoon’s answer doesn’t matter, he doesn’t need the other’s confirmation to know. jihoon wouldn’t be calling sungha otherwise. even with their disagreement and how jihoon decided it would be better if the two of them parted ways, there’s always something that jihoon needed from him. sungha had treated quite a bit of jihoon’s wounds in the past without a question.

he doesn’t bother to hide his amusement, there’s nothing to hide when it comes to jihoon. there’s no way the other would run off now, no chance that jihoon would hung up on him—not when his life is on the line. “you’re willing to go so far to keep your life, hm? i’m surprised you found some reason to keep living.” his words are as sharp as always, he doesn’t pull his punches or mince his words. he never really asked for the details of jihoon’s life, what causes the hunter to be so gloomy all the time, but he’s aware that jihoon is going through something, questioning his own worth. sungha had been there to patch jihoon up after all, it’s a simple observation to make.

a sigh leaves him. “i’ll be there soon. don’t die before i get there—you’ll owe me after this, i won’t let that go to waste.” he doesn’t say any more, leaving it at that and hanging up on the other. no goodbyes needed. they’re not like that, they never have been, really. he picks up his small bag of potions, stuffing in whatever he needs along with his emergency first aid kit. sungha makes sure that his top priority is safe first and foremost, kept in his room. as he leaves he doesn’t forget to lock the door, the last thing he needs right now is for sebin go on a rampage as he’s tending to someone else.

the way there is a familiar path, sungha knows where jihoon is instantly after the description the other gave him. he walks calmly, it doesn’t seem as if he’s in much of a hurry, although his steps are quicker than usual. there’s no point to all his taunting if jihoon dies under his watch. the moment he gets there, he could spot the hunter, barely moving and seemingly clutching onto dear life. sungha can’t help but scoff as he approaches, looking down at his old friend with a sneer. “here you are.” sungha says in greeting, kneeling down for closer inspection. “can you speak, or do i have to lift up your shirt to look for your wounds?”

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it’s almost too easy.

he had spent many days in sebin’s hospital room, memorising each shift of expression, noting down what makes the other click, the words he’ll carefully select to draw sebin in closer to him, gentle gestures he’d grant the other so sebin will continue to stay by his side—to smile for him. it’s like breathing, a natural reaction that simply occurs. each twinge of sebin’s response, the ragged breathing he hears and the panic that begins to rise is as he expected. exactly what he had been hoping for. sungha lets sebin speak, desperate rambling in between tattered huffs. all the while, he remains calm and composed, he’s rarely ever otherwise.

( tw // emotional manipulation, gaslighting, blood )

; sought out

it’d taken some time for her to figure out who exactly she was looking for. whoever it was that was supposedly taking care of sebin–the sweet baby vampire she met a bit ago. the younger boy was so… she isn’t even too sure what words to use. skittish? nervous? he lacked knowledge too, which shouldn’t be the case for one of the supernatural world. she knows she has years on him and was born into it but still. 

it was really thanks to donghyun she had figured out who she was looking for. it was a little humorous to see the normally very sweet witch talk about this sungha. his smile becoming an annoyed frown–and expression she hasn’t seen on him before. 

in all honesty she has no plan as she finally finds the witch in question. the familiar perched up in a tree as she surveyed the area when she’d seen who she was looking for. a few minutes later ( and a very odd public bathroom experience ) she’s transformed back and follows after the way she’d seen the younger. 

“excuse me! are you sungha?” she calls, though there isn’t really a question in her voice. she knows who she’s looking for and it’s apparent by the way she says his name. there isn’t much of a reason for him to confirm but she’s being polite never the less. even if she kind of just wants to start in on him right off the bat.

she feels he at least deserves some kindness and respect. the chance , possibly , to explain himself. 

“i was hoping to have a moment of your time, to talk?” a tense smile forms on her face, keeping just enough distance to not crowd. 

@feysungha

although there are times when he’d let sebin venture out on his own, under the guise of learning all on his own despite merely wanting to show the other that the world is a scary place, he doesn’t do so sloppily. it’s always within reason and at the end of the day, if something were to happen, sungha would make sure that he’d be able to rectify the situation. there are unfortunate moments where sebin would encounter someone he doesn’t approve of, but he knows that sebin will always come running back to him.

that’s how it always has been, how it always will be.

regardless of that, most people would usually opt the subtle way of trying to silently pull sebin away from him—a method that won’t work, but sungha is amused that there are those willing to try, either way. leaving sebin all on his own does leave sungha antsy at times, especially after the fledgling’s latest encounters with people sungha doesn’t quite like. he wants to return home as soon as possible, now that he’s able to.

hearing someone call out his name, an unfamiliar voice, makes him stop in his tracks though. sungha turns to the source of that voice, managing a polite smile. “yes, that’s me.” he raises an eyebrow, wondering what this stranger wants from him. sungha usually keeps to himself, unless he needs to socialise for the sake of keeping up appearances. all in all, he never does anything that will draw any attention to him. he has no idea why this individual would be approaching him as if she knew something about him.

☪ For You

@feysungha

     Areum wasn’t usually one who even cared to help others unless it somehow benefited her in some way. She also never worked with others either because she preferred doing things on her own because she absolutely hated when someone got in the way, or even happened to screw things up for her which then would really piss her off in the end. Though for once in her life, Areum actually had taken sort of a ‘liking’ to Sungha after she had met him. The fact that she could help him out with gathering the ‘ingredients’ he needed for his potions in exchange for her also having her usual ‘fun’, it was definitely a great deal they had going on between one another.

     Of course they managed to get along in their own way, maybe because they were both pretty screwed up in their own ways, though in the end they made it all work somehow. There was one moment however that Areum really would have loved to just taken Sungha’s life, or even just torture him for what he had done which resulted in her now having a fledgling. She never asked for it to happen, never wanted to to happen, because she didn’t want to even have any ties to anyone like that but the damage was already done and there was absolutely nothing she could really do to change it at this point. In the end, she sadly had to deal with it.

     Though tonight she wasn’t at his front door because of some fledgling he had made from her blood. No, she was here to deliver the ‘goods’ that she had collected throughout the past few hours, her enjoyment she had while torturing those who owed her money and attempted to flee the city while thinking she wouldn’t be able to find out their plans, or even thinking she wouldn’t be already one step ahead of them in the end.

     Areum stands behind another vampire, one who was technically her ‘assistant’, the male ringing the doorbell as she just crossed her arms over her chest and let out a soft sigh. She glances down at the medium sized cooler in her assistants’ hand for a moment, a sly smirk forming as she remembers the events that happened only a few hours before, the enjoyment she had felt as she heard the screams of her clients. It’s only when the door opens that her gaze averts from the cooler to the familiar face she had grown to recognize quite a bit over time. “I’ve brought you some presents.” She says this as the other vampire lifts the cooler up to show it to Sungha.

despite the ingredients that he usually uses, seeking out unconventional ones for the sake of further improving his potions, sungha doesn’t like getting his hands dirty—not unless it’s absolutely necessary. as an aspiring surgeon, he had seen and had to touch a lot of things, but he always did so with gloves, following protocols. when it comes to hunting down said ingredients, however, sungha doesn’t find any interest in that. being an observer to such things is fine, most of the time he finds the shifts in demeanour from determined to lifeless a lot more intriguing than it should be. doing the deed himself, though? it seems to be a lot more work than what is necessary.

the deal he has with areum is one he appreciates because of this. all he needs to do is wait, sometimes watch areum do what she does best to his own amusement, and he’ll receive what he needs from her. he doesn’t usually allow people within his vicinity if he could help it, but a part of him does find areum interesting, both in personality and in what she does for a living. it’s a dangerous thread that he’s holding onto, especially when he’s aware that areum is a master vampire completely capable of taking his life should she wish for it. he doesn’t believe areum will do so, especially not when he’s able to entertain her seemingly mundane life through the deal they have together.

maybe that’s why he took his chance with her, using her blood to turn sebin into a vampire without her consent. had it been anyone else who did that to areum, they wouldn’t be breathing—nor will the fledgling created see the light of day. sungha knows how to play his cards though, he wouldn’t do something that has zero chance of success. he tested the waters, areum wouldn’t kill him now. besides, it’s not like he’s leaving sebin in areum’s care, that’s the last thing he wants. it may be cruel of him to separate a fledgling from his sire, but he refuses to let sebin out of his sight ever again.

feyhoon​:

@feysungha

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     The day this all had happened, Hoon had cut off all ties he had with the other male. It had been a difficult decision for him to even do, especially since the two had been friends for such a long time, however he couldn’t agree with what Sungha did. It was wrong, horrific even, but he did what he thought he had to do at the time. Now, here he was, calling the other up and asking for his help for the first time in a while. He honestly wouldn’t blame Sungha if the other just laughed and hung up on him, rejected him especially after Hoon had broken things off with him, though he had to at least try. It was either risk dying there in the alley or contact the one person he knew could possibly help him live another day. At this point he was definitely willing to risk going with the latter. 

for all his life, sungha never really built friendships that lasts. in the first place, he never sees any use to the label—although that doesn’t mean there aren’t people who he allows within his vicinity, whose company he could stand enough that there’s a part of himself that wants to keep them alive, even more so when he can tests his potions on them. now that he’s in his twenties, nothing has changed. those he could deem friends are few and far in between, merely superficial connections that he needs to seem normal. he doesn’t really mind that, though. those types of trivial things, he can live without.

that isn’t to say there hadn’t been anyone like that in the past. the first that would come to mind is kang jihoon; somewhat a companion, definitely one of his test subjects. he’d come across jihoon injured far too often. the reason, sungha never really bothered to ask—but he did treat the other using his own makeshift potions, along with a few other experimental herbs and spells. there’s a shred of pity somewhere among these actions, though he’d be lying to himself if he said it was all out of concern. jihoon had been an unsuspecting and willing test subject, until he found a much better guinea pig—one who wouldn’t run away from him like jihoon had.

his old friend’s reaction to finding out the contents of his potions was to be expected, but sungha still finds it unnecessary. as long as it yields great end results, why does the process or the contents matter at all? it’s a mindest sungha simply can’t understand himself, yet it’s one he has to get behind to a degree if he wants to keep doing what he’s doing: he has to keep his experiments a secret. when it came to jihoon, after everything sungha had offered up to him for the other to be able to heal physically, he thought jihoon would understand. he should have known that at the end of the day, jihoon is just as weak as everyone else—the only person who would understand, is himself.

when he receives a phone call from jihoon—he never bothered to delete the other’s number, it’s too much of a hassle nor does he truly care—he hadn’t been expecting it, but he isn’t all too surprised either. there’s nothing hindering him from answering the call, no bitterness left when jihoon abandoned what was meant to be friendship. so, he picks up the call, eager to find out why jihoon had called him. “hello, i didn’t think i’d hear from you.” his tone is flat, calm and devoid of any emotion. it isn’t until jihoon asked for his help that he let out an amused hum.

it’s funny, the amount of effort jihoon exerted to avoid sungha’s presence, only to come crawling back to him eventually. this only further proves to sungha that what he’s doing is right, that it’s worth it, no matter the consequences. if even jihoon, who cut him off, starts begging him for help—then what does he have to lose? in this very moment, the one who has everything to lose is jihoon. with this in mind, sungha can’t help but let out a laugh—genuine, cold, detached. “my help? are you sure about that?” he questions, even when he already knows the answer. “i recall you telling me that you wanted nothing to do with me—what changed? the fact that you’re moments away from dying?” it’s clear that he’s having his fun, mocking jihoon for his decisions. now that the other is at the palm of his hand, though, it’d be foolish of him to let go of this opportunity.

wouldn’t it be fun if he had something else to hold over jihoon’s head, anyway?

since the moment he took in his first breath, he was plunged into darkness.

white walls, white sheets, white uniforms—he recalls the light in the hospital room being dim, the image of his sister lying there surrounded by nothing clear to this day. the smile that used to bring out one of his own grows weaker the longer she stays, nights when her breaths are short and ragged continuing to increase. as the light in her eyes slowly fade away, the world turns a little more grey; dull and lifeless.

he always knew her end would come faster than he was ready. he always knew there was nothing he can do about it, small figure and feeble hands. they’d say she’s at a better place now, finally at peace as she enters paradise. she isn’t suffering anymore. it’s bright in there, they’d say. but as he held her stiff hand—he wonders just how true that is. as his fingers touch her cold face, unmoving and unchanging, the smile she would so freely grant him etched into a permanent frown for as long as her body remains—all he sees is darkness.

a shadow had slowly began to loom over everything the light touches, following him wherever he went, taking over each of his senses. the colours of the world fades, replaced by a bland yet dominating void, consuming every tiny spark that tried to survive.

until suddenly, within a single room—white walls, white sheets, white uniforms—one remain. it was warm, a delicate embrace that pulled him out of oblivion, a smile that was so bright, the shadows around him fled.

but death has a bottomless appetite—it takes and takes and takes and takes. the light that managed to return his soul back to his barren body began to fade, slowly but surely, he had seen it all before.

why him?

“because you’re able to shine.”

and i’ll make sure you never fade.

feysebin​:

— a starter for @feysungha !

[ trigger warnings: intoxication, vomiting ]

sebin has never been so tired before. his head feels like it’s stuffed full of cotton and it’s throbbing madly, the world spinning every time he closes his eyes. sungha’s hand is clamped like a vice grip around his wrist and he stumbles along after the other, feeling absolutely sick to his stomach. he can’t seem to keep his feet falling in the places that he wants them to go, and he stumbles over every other step. but sungha is dragging him along relentlessly, anger rolling off of him in waves, and sebin can’t understand why. 

he doesn’t even know why he’s feeling this way, so completely unable to control himself, nausea building in him and pain throbbing through his head. “pl… please,” he manages through lips that feel like they’re numb, stumbling over another step, and he coughs weakly. 

he squeezes his eyes shut but it only makes the nausea worse, fighting the urge to throw up as he’s dragged along blindly, tripping over his own feet. they come to a stop suddenly and he crashes into sungha, legs giving out from under him as he loses his balance. “s-sungh-ha…” he gasps out, discomfort spiking high everywhere in his body. the door swings open and he whimpers as the witch drags him inside their house, the lights flaring on abruptly. it sends a sharp wave of nausea through him and he turns his head to the side, vomiting blood helplessly, his body shaking as he retches violently, tears slipping from his eyes as he trembles.

a trait that sungha prides himself in having is his ability to plan ahead, calculate every small move and obstacle as well as eliminate them before they appear before him. he exercises control on whatever he touches, making sure that there are no loose ends, not a single strand of hair out of place. throughout his life, sungha is able to structure each piece properly, build himself the perfect road that’ll lead to his own betterment, even if it’s at the expense of others.

but when it comes to ahn sebin, things never seem to go according to plan.

it’s not without a cause that he’s dragging sebin along roughly like this, placing a tight grip around the vampire’s wrist, not bothering to slow down for the other to catch up. sungha’s aware that sebin is struggling to walk, to move, to even comprehend what’s going on. none of that matters, this will serve as a lesson for the idiot, anyway. he continues to give sebin the cold shoulder, ignoring the other’s pleas as he trudges forward. in the midst of him walking faster than necessary and sebin stumbling along, they reach his doorstep not too long after.

tw gaslighting

haha check out how late i am—hlkjakshdgkjahgisudhkglkfhsdkksaf hello party people! midterms totally kicked me to the curb but my impulses would not shut up about... this bitch of a witch, choi sungha, probably your least favourite disney villain. i want him de*d. i’m planning the day he draws his last breath as we speak. but before that happens—i, unfortunately, need to plot, which means all of you need to perceive sungha’s existence. and for that, i am terribly sorry

anyway, LIKE THIS POST if you, for some reason, would grace me with the opportunity to plot with you for sungha (even though i feel like i contacted a lot of you before i even submitted his app lmao). i’ll slide into your ims! under the cut i’ll be listing some information about him. 

tw for mentions of cannibalism, dismemberment, chronic illness, hospitals, familial death, mad scientist esque things but the witchy version