❝ NAILED TO THE HEAVENS.

━━ *:･ﾟ✧ BY THE GODS ; HIS VOICE . she swallows hard . seri never even felt half the intensity of emotion that is wrecking her in half inside her heart right now to ANY of her ex boyfriends . not the bastard who dumped her unceremoniously with a plain text nor the boy he dated in high school because she couldn’t say NO ( because it’s what everyone else is doing // what her grandmother said she should be doing ) .

HIS VOICE MAKES her want to yield herself on him , entrusts herself to him . DARK EYES says that she shouldn’t , however . dark eyes that contrasts her own  unusually light ones . ( it should be a WARNING : don’t get close // she gets closer instead // moth . fire . certain death tastes sweet )

❝ YOU’RE WELCOME. ❞ drunken whisper . honeyed voice intoxicates more than wine . her GRANDFATHER would be ashamed to see her in such state . her brother would ridicule . WHY would she do something so controversial . he pushes her hand away gently and she stares at him still , refusing to let go of him even if just by gaze ( she is trying to prove a point TO HERSELF . subconsciously . ) ❝ oppa , you’re too kind . ❞ she said once more , putting a hand on a cold glass of water . ❝ you shouldn’t be too kind  or you’ll make girls like me cry . ❞

It was of no doubt any more that Yoon Seri was drunk – by her speech and her manners, by the way her eyes wandered. He looked at her with amusement in his eyes, vaguely clouded by worry and kindness of a senior propped up in a golden throne, untouchable, holy HOLY HOLY. She wasn’t going to remember this anyway, any of this. He supposed that he could have a bit of fun watching how the usually uptight Yoon Seri acted when she’s drunk –– she could hold her alcohol better than anyone he knew, Nabi included.

“I appreciate your sentiment, Seri-ah. I believe it’s always nice to be made aware that one possesses qualities that another finds pleasant enough to like.” Stringing words were easy enough for him, why would he put on such a show for an audience who’s not completely and fully here? A habit, of course, nothing more than that. Haejun took note of the water and smiled, at least she was not foolish enough to keep flushing alcohol into her system. The girl was smart, no matter how bland she tried to make herself out to be –– and he, he, appreciated such company.

[ 📩  ⇒ haejun ] : look, you tell a couple jokes as a dad and suddenly everyone’s like ‘you’re making dad jokes’ [ 📩  ⇒ haejun ] : dad jokes are the pinnacle of comedy [ 📩  ⇒ haejun ] : anyways, did i tell you the time i fell in love during a backflip? i was heels over head.

Never again would she allow herself to let her feelings get the best of her. To fall for a pretty face and a kind smile like she had not too long ago. Although could she really blame herself for developing some sort of attachment to him? He was the definition of perfection in every sense of the word. It was almost too easy to let her feelings grow and get away from her. She was a smart girl who thought that she had a tight leash on her heart and her emotions, but she was proven wrong as soon as their eyes met, and now she couldn’t help the bitterness that rose up in her throat whenever she thought about him. The fact that she was being forced to be in the same room with him at such a close proximity only reopened those wounds and poured salt water into them. 

“It’s hard not to be a stranger when that’s who you are to me,” she bit back, their exchange not garnering the attention of the people surrounding them, fortunately. “Actually, do you mind moving around to the other side of the group? You’re a little too tall for me, it would throw off the whole balance of the photo.” To anyone else’s ears, the people around the pair, her words were sweet and kind, holding no resentment whatsoever. The smile she allowed to spread across her features too genuine and warm for anyone to think that she held a strand of bitterness towards him. She was an actress through and through, that was for sure, and that was where her true talents lie. Anyone who thought her voice was her most useful attribute obviously hadn’t seen her act.

He had wanted to laugh at her comment, a sick twisted laugh that should never be seen by the shy moonlight –– even so the glaring sunlight that judged every cell of your beings. He wanted to laugh but he bit it back, no the bile of it had never even bubbled up in his chest, that’s how good he was. Swallowing up himself, limb by limb –– almost like an act of cannibalism; the boy that he once had been trampled and eaten by the man he had to be for his parents, his family, his company, his fans. When he had the time of day to think of her, that is –– when they had come face to face that he had no choice but to let a graze of thought enter his head, he wondered why one would behave like a child who’d lost their favorite glass marble. Didn’t they know that life’s an unjust game made by a tyrant God? 

Oh but didn’t he pray so piously to said God that he cursed and hated so much? Didn’t he still love Him regardless? Even in his darkest moments, he still leaned on Him.

    ─ his touch burns through the f l i m s y cotton barrier, warm against her skin and tight, like manacles around the soft flesh of her arms. the door slams shut with a resounding echo ( her breath hitches at the thunderous vibration, shaking the walls of the apartment ), no doubt rousing the neighbors from their slumber. a prayer of thanks is quickly sent up to the almighty for the automatic lock system, sparing them from the c u r i o s i t i e s of any who dared to venture into an unknown danger. “ … why are you acting like this ? ” treacherous heart does not quicken in trepidation at the sight before her, aching to whisper comfort against his skin and sooth the harsh concern away from the lines of his face with a g e n t l e touch and soft reassurance. 

    she has not permitted herself the luxury of false hope, has not allowed the heart to fall into despair over his every action, risking misunderstandings and placing their friendship on the line simply because fate had presented her with an idea of un homme idéal ─ someone who knew almost every truth from her and a c c e p t e d without question, the words that fell from her lips. he stood before her in frozen wrath, the image of angelic perfection tarnished, features sharp verglas and splintered ice; she had never known the cold to be so bright, so burning and yet, from the ache rises a n e w f o u n d desire, charring away all apprehension.

    ( and she falls ─ recklessly, foolishly, achingly more in love with kim haejun. )

    exposed to the burning blue flame in his studying gaze, she is not permitted to cower away, pressed against the wall. ( wound so tightly before her, it seemed as though the slightest touch might shatter him. ) instead, the curve of her chin lifts, allowing for concern to flow from his lips to her ears; accepting, believing, trusting h i m enough to fall, for once. “ i’m alright, haejun-ah… ” she offers whispered comfort to counteract his worry, muffled words against a shoulder. “ it’s okay. they never had a chance to touch me… ”

    within the l o o s e hold of his hands, fragile wrists struggle for liberation, lips parting to emit a soft noise of discomfort, trusting that he would release her if asked. ( it is the closest he has ever been. the circumstances are nothing like she had imagined and yet it is somehow all that she needs at the moment. ) “ i think we have established by now that i am, indeed, an idiot. ” freedom is acquired after a few pulls, hands suddenly at l i b e r t y to do as the heart desired, should her courage remain steadfast. his forehead rests against the wall, achingly close to resting upon her shoulder and tentatively, a few shifts of the body permits a turn of her cheek to study his expression, gentle smile playing at the c o r n e r s of her lips. 

    “ are you done calling me stupid ? it was funny at first but i’m feeling a little bit offended now. ” one hand rests upon his back, light touches, afraid he might pull away and the moment would be shattered; the other hand slowly lifts to land on his shoulders, drawing idle circles against the fabric of his shirt, fingers t r e m b l i n g, terrified of being rejected. ( unconsciously, a hand upon his shoulder lends for an easy transition to push him away, should the need to arise. ) “ no. oppa, no. ” brows knit together in a small furrow. “ i’ll be more careful from now on… i don’t need someone to l o o k after me. ” 

The question slipped past the cavities of her chest –– in which, he was sure a heart resided, a heart that was made of blooms, for however wretched she was behind mask, there was something undoubtedly untainted about her, for she was far from the likes of him with their tar black heart and cigarette ash soul. And that that moment of thought, it crossed past him, the desire to press his lips upon a heart like he’s never known before, to lay upon it kisses and all that’s unfamiliar to him (affection? Something that reminded him of spring, but the winter’s never ending the the cold mansion where monsters were born).

Why are you acting like this? He didn’t know. he must had been sick or something, caught a virus, caught a disease that would someday kill him. He didn’t know and he’s not used to not knowing, so he didn’t say anything. Instead, shifted only his eyes where they met hers and there they stayed, catching her eyes in his –– those dark eyes, those pitless BLACK eyes where the magic began and would end you someday and you would be willing to entrust yourself in his callous care, bewitched as you were.

“That’s good.” A low whisper after a while. Something prohibited him to speak –– something, the very same thing that froze his tongue, had descended upon the two of them and he wished no to break it. No, it would be more precise and accurate to say that he could not break it, shatter it, devour it. His fingers on his –– several layers between them and he flinched subtly at her touch. Here’s a creature, no, monster, not used to be touched and not used to be loved. Here’s a monster born out of the human need for perfection, their thirst to be near and close to God that they forgot that perfection could not exist but within Him and Him only.

And so, they created such a wretched creature in His stead.

Comfortable silence was overrated, there was nothing comfortable about the silence that wrapped them tightly that neither could breathe, that their heart raced against each other and their breathe hitched. Something that bound them tighter and tighter that he’s screaming to be let go. He was a magician, he’s not used to being bewitched.  “You should be. You’re twenty five already, Jung Sooag, yet you continue to do things that put yourself in danger’s face. Don’t you know people worry for you?“ That I worry for you. Of course, this was not said. How could he say it, admitting defeat and weakness was something that he’s taught to do.

Overly emotional and easily hurt – two character traits that Taesung carried around, ever since he was a child. Sure, now he had a better grasp on them, didn’t throw as many tantrums as he did when he was younger, especially because his mother wouldn’t have any of it. But he couldn’t fight the passive aggressiveness that lingered, the necessity of letting the other person know they’ve wronged him without being fully honest with his feelings. It was annoying, childish. He knew none of his members appreciated when he let out this particular side of him, least of all Haejun, who was built differently from how he was. Sometimes, however, it was difficult to push it aside – when it came to this subject, it was a feeling Taesung had been harboring for a decade already. If anything, it was surprising that it had taken them so long to reach this point.

“ Don’t take it personally, ” voice a perfect copy of Haejun’s, a feat he had accomplished after years of mocking the younger man’s poise, Taesung let a scoff fall from his lips as he turned to meet the maknae’s eyes. “ I get to fucking take it personally when we’ve been friends for over a decade, Haejun. After we’ve been through everything we’ve been through. One would think you’d at least trust the four of us more than you do. ” It was difficult for him to fathom the possibility of not trusting his members with every aspect of his life, for they were the only people he knew he could rely on regardless. “ What secret could be so big to the point of you having to keep shit from the people who know you the best? ”

What Taesung was like, he knew very well –– how he craves a deep relationship that Haejun was not used to; with him, everything was only skin deep. The only person he’d ever let in was his sister, but that was because they’re born out of the same seed. How could they ever be separated? A sigh escaped his lips, he didn’t want to fight Taesung, the other crried wounds arond like baggage and Haejun was too insensitive to that notion (Oh he knew his own flaws, he couldn’t relate with the burst of emotions shown by Decipher members. Truly, he’s the only speck of frost in the warmth of summer, so he had to fake it. FAKE IT.) 

“Look, it’s between my family and I –– and you know my family’s more of a business than family. It involves other parties ––” investors, stockholders, “–– that I am not at privilege to talk about. It’s not just my story and secret to talk about. Can you respect that?” The deadpan look in his eyes matched the one in his voice and he ran a hand through his hair again, “I trust you. That’s why you’ve met my sister, that’s why you know about my breakup, my allergies. You know when the rumours and bad words of netizens hurt me. But there are things I simply cannot share with you because it doesn’t involve only me. I hope you can see it from my perspective too, hyung.”

( ✉ → ??? ): i’ve been studying japanese for so many hours straight i think i’m forgetting english and korean ( ✉ → ??? ): what are you doing right now? ( ✉ → ??? ): please come save me and give me an excuse to do literally anything else

( ✉ → ??? ): happy birthday to me !!!!! ( ✉ → ??? ): ngl though, i wish i was home. ( ✉ → ??? ): what did ya get me??? ( ✉ → ??? ): i mean not that i’m expecting a gift ( ✉ → ??? ): food is accepted as well. 

“what’s good everyone, my name’s andrea kuo and this is my youtube channel.” andrea grinned and gave the camera a thumbs up. “today is a very special day as we are doing, what i like to call, the kpop youtube challenge olympics. the kyco for short!” her enthusiasm would amaze anyone watching, who knew her or who didn’t know her. “for those who are new, basically, i’m in a kpop group called silhouette and being in a kpop group, i have kpop idol friends,”

her eyes never left the lense of the camera as she was explaining, she was truly in her element. “and each year around this time, i’ll make them compete in several challenges. the idol with the most medals won’t have to be forced to be in one of my videos for a year, so yay them!” she let out a laugh and grinned at her friend behind the camera.

“this event is very interesting for everyone involved, it is the blindfolded makeup challenge. so, if you know anything about me, i rarely wear makeup or skirts and i’m not the most girly person, so you as the viewer get to vote for who does my makeup the best! but, the catch is, they’re blindfolded.”

“today we have the wonderful,” she beckoned her friend to come on screen and sit down. “you don’t have to speak english if you don’t want to, i can subtitle it.” she spoke in korean, a language her and most of her friends had in common.

OPEN STARTER!

His intention that day was to drag her to jog again. A casual jog, he would say, before it turned into full sprints and a race that left even him in pants. He had liked running, it’s a temporary escape from the constant white noise in his head –– and did it not serve his body well too? However the only running Andi had ever done (even when they’re still both BC talents), was running away from the actual running.

“I’ll speak in English to save you the trouble of subtitling the video. Hi everyone, it’s Decipher’S Haejun.” he sat down next to her, before shooting a jesting glare at her, already know that he’s to give up today. In front of the camera, there’s no way he could pull at her and drag her to the open air and run around the neighborhood. There’s just no way. Andi, 1. Haejun, 0. He’s make sure to settle the score soon enough.

Looking at the makeup tools and kits in front of him, he had to admit perhaps he wasn’t as clueless as one would’ve thought him to be. Years of watching the stylists and make up artists on their job would surely have an effect on you, still, with a wicked grin, he asked, “Are you sure you’re gonna trust me on this? I don’t think I can do a half proper job even with my eyes open.”

OFFICIALDECIPHER POSTED A NEW VIDEO

Nari had always been very good at saving face. When she didn’t like someone, nobody was the wiser because she could keep up that pretense of being amicable with them. She was a responsible adult, she had to be one ever since she reached the age of twelve, and it was something that she fell into easily. That is, for the most part. There were some people that she couldn’t stand to be around, people that she could literally go the rest of her life without hearing about or seeing, and Haejun was one of those people. So of course she wasn’t very happy when she walked onto the set of a variety show and found out that the other idol who was guest starring would be the man himself.

Instead of turning to her manager and begging for a way out of it, she decided to swallow her pride and struggle through the filming of the show. Luckily they didn’t need to have too much interaction. They were seated on opposite sides of the room, and there were other idols there as well, so they took a lot of the spotlight off of them. It wasn’t until they had wrapped up filming that she had been forced to interact with him. “Let’s all take a picture!” One of the hosts had said, waving everyone together. “Nari, stand next to Haejun-ssi.” Her eyes narrowed momentarily before she quickly schooled her expression and nodded. She approached him slowly, stopping beside him, but with at least a foot’s worth of space between them.

Smiles always came easy for him. Question, what exactly did it say about you when faking it became easier than telling the truth? Answer, you’re a twisted being with a sick soul and a tar-black heart. But in a castle where orphans drew smiles on their masks, what else did you expect to happen? There was no happy endings bound to come from that mansion, it was a house where only monsters were born. However he supposed living and working in an industry like this, his skills came in handy. He supposed he should feel grateful to have been born in such a family after all.