MOVED.

​               ★    NA    MINJUN      /       FORMER  IDOL    SURVIVOR

            # 𝑵𝑶𝑺𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑺 ;   independent  &  selective  NA  MINJUN,  an  original  character  based  around  bhvr’s  dead  by  daylight.   an  analysis  on  how  grief  makes  you  grow  up  too  fast,  how  BETRAYAL  tastes  like  flames  as  bright  as  the  stage - lights,  revenge  something  that  is  forever  slipping  through  your  fingertips,  and  how  the  title  of  a  LEADER  is  a  heavy  cross  to  bear.    

and soon the fog. / open.

what had started off as a long week of preparation had soon turned into a literal nightmare for mikaela. a nightmare she couldn’t wake from. a nightmare she couldn’t fully understand. sitting by the isolated camp fire, the young mystic had a defeated expression on her face. ‘how many more times must they go through with this?’ she thought to herself, as she hugged her knees. images flashed through her mind of the killer and the hook that always pierced through her chest & the pain that came with it.

she didn’t know who anyone was, or why she was thrown into this hellscape. 'this is worse than death’ she thought to herself. not paying attention to who had come to join her, mikaela wore an empty expression as she stared at the flames. she didn’t care who anyone was, she didn’t care if they tried to speak to her or not. she just wanted to get home; back to the world she knew and back to anywhere but this. “ . . what was that?” she finally responded, before turning to look at them.

               he  lingers  at  the  edges  of  the  campfire,  eyeing  the  young  witch  isolating  herself  from  the  other  survivors.  he  doesn’t  blame  her  one  bit,  knows  all  too  well  just  how  overwhelming  all  of  this  can  be  when  you’re  thrown  into  the  thick  of  it.  but  trying  to  find  a  silver  lining  in  the  fog  is  damn  near  impossible  —  minjun  has  found  something  akin  to  it  with  his  other  survivors.  we  would  survive  this  together.

                                quietly rests her head on @n0spins​ lap. 

The Boogeyman is watching the other;  his whole attention unapologetically on them.  Nothing else exists around him right now,  Michael fully hyperfocused on the actions of the other…  even if whatever they’re doing isn’t too fascinating right now,  it doesn’t matter.  He cannot draw himself away from them and has no desire to do so.  So he observes and breathes,  black,  soulless eyes boring into the back of their head.

               twin  beds  pushed  together  to  create  the  illusion  of  more  space  in  their  room,  there’s  not  a  sliver  of  space  between  the  two  leaders  pressed  shoulder  to  shoulder.  jiwoon’s  knee  digs  into  his  side  where  he  sits  cross - legged,  but  minjun  finds  it’s  not  as  uncomfortable  as  he’d  initially  thought.  it’s  a  grounding  pressure,  keeping  him  tethered  to  the  moment.  with  his  nose  buried  in  the  notebook  they’ve  both  been  sharing,  one  that  has  housed  many  of  no  spin’s  hits,  minjun  doesn’t  even  realize  jiwoon  has  been  staring.

               eyes  widen  almost  comically  at  the  kiss  pressed  to  his  cheek,  and  immediately  does  the  beat  in  his  head  cease  to  exist  —  a  fuzzy  white  noise  replacing  the  progress  they’d  been  making  for  the  past  few  hours.  how  annoying.  a  blush  colours  high  on  minjun’s  cheekbones,  elbowing  the  other  leader  in  the  ribs.  ❝  i  lost  my  train  of  thought  because  of  you.  ❞