chain reaction.

What an odd first encounter with that girl. The things she said, the way she spoke and behaved, it was inriguing to him; curiosity making itself obvious in his dark eyes, making them light up. Yejun adjusted the bags in his arms one more time as he took the last few steps that were needed to get to her front door and he actually did feel a little relieved to know he could put the groceries down.

❝Oh, is that so?❞ A half-grin curled upon the male’s lips and he tipped his head to the side as he looked at the girl. ❝She’d have a hard time doing that to me. I don’t eat a lot, especially don’t usually eat what strangers offer me. Could as well end up like Snow White, wouldn’t exactly like that.❞ Yejun shrugged his shoulders in nonchalance before he gestured her to step inside with a brief nod of his head.

Without further ado he followed her inside and made his way into the kitchen where he instantly put down the bags before starting to roll his shoulders backwards, neck stretching right after. ❝Shouldn’t be accepting this after what I said, but I cannot resist some chocolate. I’d go as far as saying that chocolate would be worth being poisoned by it.❞ The floors of the corridor could wait, no one would notice anyway; when he started cleaning it had looked horrible. So even only halfway done it looked a thousand times better than before. ❝What kinda chocolate can you offer me?❞

              “Ah, you’re underestimating the power of bones and broths.” And no one should ever do that. “A good meal is not complete without the perfect broth." Greedy monsters always find a way to feed themselves and use what they manage to catch; chubbier or skinnier, it didn’t really matter. But that was what Jiyeon thought and she was far from being a ravenous beast. Or was she?

                 With a somewhat rusher pace, she walked towards the kitchen and turned around on her heels with the clear intention of helping him carrying the grocery bags. Yet after barely taking a couple of steps, her helper was already laying them down on the floor and stretching. The bags were heavy for her, but that was because she had no strength -- a gush of wind could make her fly. When she was about to thank him for helping this distressed neighbor and apologizing for making him put down his broom, he got ahead of her. “My kind of person.” She said snickering. “Take a seat as I try to remember if I ate it all already.”

Want a random starter?@zeujun

“The longing for a past life, in the expectations of others that will come, facing all this confusion until my tongue wears out, I’m sick of it…”

the dark || fire || open water || deep water || being alone || crowded spaces || confined spaces || change || failure || war || loss of control || powerlessness || prison || blood || drowning || suffocation || public speaking || natural animals || the supernatural || heights || death || dying || intimacy || rejection || abandonment || loss || the unknown || the future || not being good enough || scary stories || speaking to new people || poverty || loud noises || being touched || sex || chains || inner demons || hallucinations || staring || going berserk || betrayal

send me ‘ hc ‘ + a word and i’ll write a headcanon about it regarding my character.@esotericdrifter

Ariana loves winter. She adores the way everything dies during winter only to reborn during spring. Somehow it makes her feel less abnormal since she’s not the only thing hiding and waiting for something nice to happen. But it was never always like this.

From every little thin that winter has to offer, she likes snow the most. You cannot tell this to other people, but there are times when she tries to catch snowflakes with her mouth. But it was not always like this, because there were places, where she lived at, where it didn’t snow.