trapped in darkness

*clears throat and taps mic* hello! i’m mars, 23, from the gmt +8 tz and this is yoon sehoon don’t be fooled by his looks cause he’s actually the good kid turned king of assholes. i’m gonna link his bio, profile, and possible plots and under the read more would be a condensed version of sehoon. if u wanna plot with him or brainstorm just give tippity tap the heart thingy and i’ll nyoom over to your dms! (i also have a discord if you wanna talk there. my user is marsbarsbby#5749) PROFILE. BIOGRAPHY. POSSIBLE PLOTS. FILMOGRAPHY.

“let’s pretend that i’m meeting you for the first time” with @yhecho​

the masquerade party was an event that sehoon’s company forced him to attend. they told him it would be good publicity for him since it’s a formal event. this was one of the things that the actor absolutely hated. he wasn’t even planning on attending the said event since it’s too uptight for his taste. then his manager waltzes in and changes his plans for that night.

that was how yoon sehoon found himself wearing a tuxedo and a mask. there were quite a few people who approached him saying that he looked like he just walked straight out of a fairytale book. the actor just smiled at them as he knew too well that he is very far from that image. in fact, sehoon would have been the villain of a fairy tale. he liked to think that he would be the real life prince hans from frozen, not that he watched the disney movie.

amidst the sea of ball gowns, sehoon managed to spot a familiar face despite the mask they were wearing. after all, he knew that lips very well. he had memorized how the soft pair felt against his skin and how it whispers his name. he would recognize him no matter what disguise the idol would wear. he made a beeline towards taeyang and smirked at him. “i’m sorry but you just caught my eye from across the room,” sehoon stated. if people insist that he looked like a prince then why not play the part? “i’m yoon sehoon, may i ask for your name?” he offered his left hand for the other to take and pressed a soft kiss at the back of taeyang’s hand.

hi guys! i'm just informing ahead since there is a strong typhoon heading for my place, the electricity and internet connection might get cut off and if that happens i’ll be mia for a couple of days. UwU

yoon sehoon as SLENDERMAN for the halloween countdown party @ yang2

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[...]

he’d know that song anywhere, even if the sound of humming was drowned out by the crashing sound of water hitting bathroom tiles. it was his song.

suddenly, the idol forgot about his previously immediate urge to leave sehoon’s place, smirk splayed across his lips as he made himself comfortable on the other’s bed again, lay down on his back with his phone in his hands, legs hanging off the edge as he waited for the other to finish. he was sure sehoon had no idea he’d heard, but he wanted to make it known that he had. 

to some capacity, sehoon likes him. whether it’s him or echo he isn’t sure but… it’s something.

soft wasn’t a word that could be used to describe sehoon. maybe years ago, he could have been the ideal boyfriend who was romantic and soft. maybe the characters he portrayed in the dramas and movies could be soft. however, that was just a figment of one’s imagination and the other belonged in the land of what ifs and could have beens. the reality of sehoon was that he was apathetic, cold hearted, and egocentric. most of those who fell for his charms quickly realize how hard it was to be with someone like him. perhaps, it’s because he purposefully made it hard. behind the tall walls he put up sehoon was just a wounded boy who once wore his heart on his sleeve and got it broken. 

taeyang was one of the few people who managed to endure the insufferable being that was yoon sehoon. he doesn’t play favorites among those who warm his bed every once in a while but there was something about the idol that piqued sehoon’s interest. he thinks it’s the chase that comes with taeyang. he tends to push him away in public and leaves him hanging for weeks on end. but is it really just the chase when there were even moments he found himself thinking about taeyang? sehoon’s gotta admit, it caught him off guard. 

as he stood under the warm shower, the memories of taeyang’s lips against his skin was stuck in his mind. sehoon never really paid attention to it but he loved it when the idol says his name. there was something about tae’s voice that sent shivers down his spine. soon enough, the actor found himself humming a familiar song. he knew it was by chelmico, he knew his brain was repeating echo’s part in the song like an old broken record. “he would have left already anyway, there’s no one else that could hear me,” sehoon thought, letting himself indulge in that one guilty pleasure of his. 

as he dried and covered himself with a towel, sehoon continued humming the song. he was searching for his phone since he wanted to listen to the song now. maybe even put some more of chelmico and echo’s songs on a playlist. what he didn’t expect was to see taeyang still lying in the bed albeit fully dressed. “hey, i didn’t know that you’re still here.” the actor made his presence known as he felt his cheeks warm at the possibility of taeyang hearing him. he carefully padded towards the other male and nonchalantly picked his phone up, “are you regretting that you didn’t take up my offer to shower with me or something?”

why was he feeling this way? he was apathetic sehoon and it’s just a song, right?

*tumbles here* hey now! you’re an all star it’s your local girl whose trying to get back on her writing groove. please give this post a like if you want to plot something for the halloween event (or just plotting/headcanon in general i’m a sucker for that). i also have a discord if u prefer to plot there! 

under the cut will be some event ideas for sehoon and lia! 

[...]

at first, he doesn’t even fully process sehoon’s verbal barrage. frankly, he has negative recollection of whatever ‘shit talking’ he’s been doing – because it never happened. but he doesn’t need much additional context to know that he doesn’t appreciate the physical greeting either. his immediate reaction is an incredulous scoff. “really, sehoon? when’s the last time i had anything to say to you?”

“i didn’t say shit,” he states plainly, head cocking to the side a bit as he stares sehoon down. he should’ve just walked away or at least left it at that. yoon sehoon being an asshole– correction: trying to be a big, scary asshole. like what’s new? unfortunately, the opposite occurs, and there’s a bedeviling gleam in his eye, despite his relatively unbothered facial expression. “why? you want me to talk shit about you that bad? you’re like a clingy ex, sehoon, just quit it. it’s not cute.”

“i wish you all the best. i hope you have a happy thanksgiving.” sehoon wanted to either laugh or throw up every single time he heard those words. chuseok really showed how fake some people could be. they would be wishing him all the best but once he turned his back, he was sure they would be saying something about him. not that anything they say affects him. sehoon had long ago learned to ignore the rumors and comment. that’s partly why he never bothered attending for the past seven years. 

what sehoon didn’t understand is why he even agreed to go to jeju for the “real” party. he should have known that being stuck in an island with the people he grew to loathe mixed with his alcohol clouded judgement, wouldn’t be a great combination. there had been rumors surrounding him saying that sehoon should take anger management sessions and honestly, he probably should have. ever since the accident, he had found it easier to just let wrath take over him rather than dissolve into tears. the latter had always made him feel pathetic after and sehoon detested it. the resentment he felt towards the people who set him aside masked his hatred for himself.  

projection has always been his go to defense mechanism. it was easier to blame others for his horrid behavior rather than to accept that he messed up. if only the past sehoon could talk, he would be deeply embarrassed for the way he was acting now. but past sehoon was weak. he used his heart instead of his head and that was why he got hurt over and over again. wonjun was one of the people he trusted before. heck, he even treated him like his younger brother. that all changed after the accident. with how the story was construed into different versions, sehoon knew wonjun would change the way he thought of him. he was a chae and he knew how righteous their family could be.  after all, to the long time residents of yangcheon, yoon sehoon may or may not have killed someone in that accident. 

alcohol really does wonders in his brain. after what happened with his ex-girlfriend, sehoon was sure that they were talking about him. why did he attack wonjun? if he was going to be honest, sehoon couldn’t really remember clearly. he just knew that he heard a voice talking shit and he associated it with the younger man. 

his hand curled into a fist as wonjun continued to retaliate. with each word the other spoke, he felt as if the younger man was just asking for it. the people really should have stopped either of them cause the words ‘clingy ex’ struck a nerve in sehoon and before he could have thought properly, he had already swung his fist towards wonjun. “what did you just fucking say? fuck you, chae wonjun,” sehoon spat, his breathing heavy and erratic. 

a counter for shit sehoon had done in one night: 2. 

the start of slenderneighbor with @yhmax​

to say that sehoon was exhausted would be an understatement. 

his limbs felt heavy and his eyes were starting to droop. it was a hectic week with his schedule packed mostly due to filming his new project. usually, they would end at around midnight or earlier if they’re lucky. however, the scene they filmed tonight was a turning point for the whole drama and it was difficult to get everything right. by the time they wrapped up the scene, it was already 3 am. sehoon was just lucky that the location was near yangcheon hills and it took no time before he was home. his manager reminded him to go to bed right away and since it’s his day off, he could sleep in as much as he could. 

that was sehoon’s plan until he entered the premises of his home. he felt his stomach grumble and realized that he hadn't eaten dinner yet. he really should have listened to his manager and just memorized the script while eating dinner. “let’s go, sehoon. to the convenience store it is,” the actor encouraged himself as he grabbed his wallet and pulled his hood up. it was 3 in the morning and yangcheon was a gated community, he doubted that any paparazzi or crazed fan would be out there stalking him. 

as he walked down the street, sehoon thought about aliens and soccer just so he could take his mind away from the fact that he was walking down the street alone at what was known to men as the devil's hour. ( yoon sehoon would want it to be known that he doesn't vibe with ghosts. ) aliens? they exist and they are awesome. he has loved them ever since he was a little kid. vampires and werewolves? as long as they are not twilight-esque they could exist and he couldn't be bothered with them. cryptids? ...well it depends on the cryptid. but ghosts and malevolent spirits? fuck that, dude. 

sehoon was almost near to the convenience store when he heard a rustle behind him. he whipped his head around hoping that it was just a stray animal. finding no one, sehoon continued his walk albeit, quite warily. he would be able to handle it if it's a paparazzo or even a stalker. he could just use his boxing skills or something. if it's  a ghost...well he hoped it was not a ghost. 

another rustle and sehoon turned fast enough to see someone ducking behind a bush. he caught a glimpse of their face and he knew he had seen him around seonghwa. with a roll of his eyes, sehoon approached the bush where his 3am stalker was hiding. “ya, kid! why are you following me? isn’t it way past your bedtime?” he was too exhausted for this and he doesn’t have the energy to talk to angry parents or guardians. 

[...] 

after a short and deliberate pause, she finally enters, looking almost innocent, lost. “i like your dressing room more than i like mine. i think it’s bigger,” eyes glittering, she doesn’t drop the act, but rather laughs at his words, nodding slightly. “thanks. i know that i’m great. or so i have been told,” she adds almost sharply, oozing confidence and arrogance, and then she shrugs, because it doesn’t matter what anyone thinks but her. “but the photographer seemed to be more impressed by you. he was showering you with quite a lot of compliments. should i be envious?”

quirking her brow, she takes a few steps closer with hands folded neatly behind her back and asks, “do you need any help with your shirt?”

sehoon always seemed to thrive in front of cameras. when he was in high school, he never would have thought that this was a career he was going to pursue. one that he values and he was actually passionate about. his work ethic was impeccable and praise worthy. that’s probably why despite the shitload of rumors going on around him, casting directors and magazine editors continue blasting his manager’s phone for projects that he could work on. in the end, all those rumors just fueled sehoon’s popularity even more.

he was currently filming a drama and barely managed to squeeze in this magazine photoshoot. despite protests from his manager, sehoon told him to accept. the reason? why it’s his partner for the photoshoot of course. jung nara wasn’t exactly what people could call a sweetheart. no, she was just like sehoon. their personalities clicked and soon enough the two of them are rolling around the sheets. just like usual, it’s all fun and games for sehoon. so how could he turn down an offer to work with nara? with his tight filming schedule this day, unbeknownst to his manager, was gonna be a reprieve for him. 

a smirk graces his features as nara enters his dressing room. they’ve done this too many times that it takes just one look and the other would come running after. maybe it’s the theme of the photoshoot or maybe it’s the dress that she has on. whatever it was, sehoon thought nara exuded innocence and he was not gonna deny but it turned him on. he always liked it when someone’s innocent and gentle and turns out to be a complete opposite behind closed doors. “i doubt that. after all, the industry doesn’t play favorites right?” nara had always been a woman full of confidence, some people might think of it as plain arrogance but sehoon would like to differ. it takes guts to be someone like her. “envious? not at all, hun,” he chuckled. “he was very much impressed with you too. he liked our...chemistry.”

[...]

and this time, hyeon can’t believe her goddamn luck. there he sits with some girl wrapped around him. hyeon won’t judge – well, who is she to? especially as she indulges in the exact same behaviour too, albeit not as public. it’s cool. she can just smoke in her usual corner, on her usual table, and order some shots and drink till she can’t think. but this time, the server leads her to a different table, which is somehow in the very direction where sehoon is sitting on. “wait,” she pauses, her face blank despite the rush of panic. don’t let me sit beside him don’t let me sit beside him i can’t do this sober fuck what are we even going to say fuck fuck fuck. “are there really no other tables? am i sitting here too?”

(despite the loud music and the pounding bass, hyeon can’t seem the drown the dread that follows when the server answers her with a resounding yes. 

shit.) 

if sehoon could turn back time, he would go back to when hyeon still loved him. he would hold her close to him and tell her how much he loves her. it seemed like he never said it enough for her to remember that sehoon was on her side. no matter what happens, no matter who she becomes, sehoon would be right beside her. if he had told hyeon that then maybe she wouldn’t have pushed him away. it would have been a different world for the two of them. 

the what ifs and should have beens plagued sehoon’s mind alongside the hundred unanswered questions like, where did it go wrong? was i not enough? did hyeon really love me? it left him with a feeling of loss so deeply rooted in him that it made the once hopeless romantic turn into a bitter cynic. when he woke up in that hospital room alone, everything finally dawned on him. no one truly cared for and loved him. sehoon’s anger and resentment for the people around him grew until it ate him up. all that was left was the shell of who he used to be. there was no way to bring him back and honestly, he wouldn’t want to go back to the weak and vulnerable sehoon. he was done being hurt. it was better to hurt than to get hurt. it was better to screw than get screwed. so he leaves hyeon before she could leave him.

in his mind, yoon sehoon died years ago in that accident.

the famed actor and model yoon sehoon was known to be quite a sweet talker, on top of that he was also known as a serial heartbreaker in the industry. despite all the rumors surrounding him, the cameras loved the young debonair. he was sure that the residents of yangcheon have all heard about his escapades and penchant for the dramatics. it was a small community after all. that was also how he learned about the rumors that surround his ex-girlfriend. hearing it through the grapevine brought back feelings sehoon thought he had buried a long time ago. behind the facade he puts on, a part of sehoon would always care for hyeon. so he sends someone to subtly check on her and make sure she's doing well. he brings out a scrapbook he had kept in the basement and let the what ifs and could have beens run free in his mind again. 

to say that he was surprised to see hyeon would be an absolute understatement. sehoon felt his stomach churning as the waiter led her to the table beside him. it seemed like life really liked playing with him. he was just thankful that he had enough alcohol in his system and a girl sitting on his lap to distract him. "sehoonie, do you know that girl? you keep looking at her," the girl whined making sehoon roll his eyes. she had been such an attention seeker and he doesn't even know her name. "yeah, she's…" what is hyeon to him now? she used to be his world, the very reason he kept on existing. now, they're not even acquaintances. it was ironic how they're back to being strangers. "...someone i used to know." 

"hey hyeon. it's nice to see you again," sehoon drawled the moment she sat on the table next to him. he took a swig from his glass before he managed to look at her, “are you alone?”