#ccxsoojung

something pulls her into the darkness, an attraction that isn’t the fruit of her soul’s belonging to the anti-matter, but another force that she can’t unravel just yet. contradicting her initial condition, her feet starts to move from under her, letting her slide over the tiles towards an area in front of her. curling her fingers into a fist, her breaths start to come a little slower. she needs to think fast.

stopping in the middle of nowhere, her senses come stumbling back into her and she feels the shift in aura. the ambience just gets worse and worse, her powers strengthening. that can only mean that there is more evil to come as she feeds on the dark and the rotten souls. at the very least, whatever is coming her way won’t probably have much effect on her. when it comes to mysteries and evil, she’s one of the best.

without trying to look, she can feel the presence of a magical being. not a hero, and not a card. probably one of the creatures that resides inside the noose. racking her brain for answers, she still can’t determine what this creature exactly is. formless, lifeless, hopeless. the very epitome of nothingness. thus, there is nothing she can do to prepare herself.

let’s play a game. a hoarse voice sounds from behind ghastly curtains. at the sight, she almost shivers. an exact copy of the human mind’s interpretation of a ghost. they must be aimed at unknowing humans that are unfamiliar with the supernatural. squinting her eyes, she looks at the creature questioningly. is it fear they’re trying to induce?

instantly, the setting around her changes, whisked away and replaced with a white backdrop. seeming to be in a meadow, the white screen turns blue gradually, and wind blows on her face as if she was really outside. the nagging feeling inside her keeps her reminded of the evil that’s hidden under the layers of nature imitation though. looking around carefully, she wonders what could be happening there.

what’s your most treasured possession? again, the voice comes. swatting the air away with her hand, she whips her head back to see if the creature is still there. no, there’s nothing.

is it... them? turning on her heels again, she finds herself staring into empty space again. gritting her teeth, she lifts her head. “don’t kid me.” what counters her fury is laughter. a laugh that’s meant to humiliate and corner another person. anger building up inside her, the dark is seconds away from shouting when the crackling booms again.

look closer. averting her gaze towards the empty space from before, she snickers distastefully. only when her eyes fall on two figures less than 10 meters away did she stop talking. hands falling to her side, she starts to shake her head. fear instills themselves on her eyes and she quickly covers them with her fingers.

tw: mild blood and gore

1. Hot, Steamy kiss

                                                                                    A long long time ago…

  His blood ran down the side of his face, there was a taste of it on his tongue. Knowledge hated to fight, he would avoid it if possible. Yet, as the horde of enemies worked to separate the pair, he found his actions becoming much more violent.

  It was as if he took the knowledge of how to fight from the god of war, and rampaged on without a care for his own well being.

  Some time ago, he found himself aware of a being that was alone, wandering the plains. He took it upon himself to give her some company, and thus travelled from his hiding place out back into the world.

  She hated him at first. Perhaps she grew to tolerate him, as he shamelessly stuck with her. He taught her skills to survive alone, he taught her of their enemies. Enemies who found his scent and came hunting.

  He was not alone in his struggle.

  Like twin ships in the vast ocean, they drew a line back towards each other. Where they met, they became unstoppable. Her natural combat ability and his knowledge of their weaknesses, it was soon that the pair found themselves the only two standing in the vast barrens.

  The sun was setting, and as the pair turned towards each other, almost like gravity they were drawn to each other. Hands found each others cheeks, arms tangled around and lips met.

  Perhaps it was knowledge’s innate ability that allowed him to carry her back to their hidden home in the lands, while their lips and tongues dueling with each other in the same fervor as their previous battle.

15. Kiss in the rain

The barren plains had little showers, but when it did, the roar of the storm drowned almost all other sounds. The cave gave Knowledge some escape from the pouring tears of the sky. His eyes were constantly searching pass the veil of the constant raindrops, lips thinned in worry.

Their captors were close, they had disappeared from his mind. They had stopped sleeping, they knew of the gaps of his powers. It would probably be a matter of time before he got caught. 

Cold arms wrapped around his chest, he felt her cheek pressing against his back. “You seem worried.” She whispered. 

“They are close.” Knowledge replied. “It’d make sense for them to hide from me, only if they are close enough to last without sleep to capture me. I’d head away from the cave, while they are looking for us both, I’m their main focus for now.”

“...No.” She replied, her hold on him tightened. Sighing, he pried her hands apart, holding them in his own two. 

“Listen. I’m Knowledge.” He tried to grin confidently, even as his eyes were wavering. “They’d never catch me. Be good.” He whispered, releasing a hand to pat her head.

Releasing her, he turned and left the cave. The rain had barely hammered down on him before he felt her tackle his back, her arms once again wrapping around him.

Knowledge knew, she’d would not leave him alone, not after everything they’ve been through. Turning around, he cupped her cheeks. The rain matting her hair, but she was stunning.

Closing his eyes, he sealed her lips with his own. For a moment, the roar of the rain became silent. Time stood still. 

The knowledge of their closeness, of them wandering around the barren plains bleeding the ground crimson, of their multiple kisses and nights together, he took them all.

All that he left in her mind, was the knowledge that she hated him when they first met. In the gaps, he gave her all his knowledge on how to fight, to survive, with hopes that she’d be safe.

“Thank you for being patient with my sister and her friends.” Knowledge bowed, handing the envelope of rent to the landlady. After some pleasantries were exchanged, Knowledge decided he might as well crash in for the morning.

Entering in his usual manner, having had to maneuver past the locked window, Knowledge found himself laying comfortably on the sofa in the apartment. The morning sun was bright, but the apartment held a gloom that dimmed the sunlight.

His lips pouting as he felt a slight rumble in his tummy, Knowledge stood and opened the door to a room. “AYE Phampham! I’m hungry! Can I raid your fridge... Thanks!”

Without waiting for a response, he poured himself a cup of coffee with some Jack Daniels, which was basically all that was in her refrigerator, he returned to the sofa and began sipping the beverage down.

“Ahhhhh~” He exhaled in delight. “Good morning. You look absolutely stunning... and murderous.” He grinned.

2: Cheek Kiss

jin doesn’t like being reminded of the past; of what he had done and all the blood on his hands and the hatred and fire that never really ended. judgement is redundant when people thought they could impart their own. besides, they have a better law system now; humans don’t need him anymore. 

he sees her once; he’s never liked ghosts.

she’s prettier than what he expects, though. feels lonely, too, though that might just be him jumping to conclusions. he doesn’t understand many things anymore, and if it’s not something he’s interested in ( like emotions, for example ), he won’t bother trying to figure it out at all.

but he sees her, and there’s some deep obligation to say hello. 

he closes the distance between them, wondering if she’s aware of him coming closer, and even more so, until he’s right behind her, hands on her shoulders and lips on her cheek. 

♡ what their wedding invitations would look like

subin doubts she’ll ever get married as she is a card, so nothing ever come to mind for invitation designs. if she can choose one she prefers from some that she’s seen circulating around her ( like the invitations sent to the flower shop back in japan ), she prefers simple ones without to much patterns with only one or two solid colors. something like this is what she has in mind.

☃ what they wear around the house

she wears mostly loose-fitting shirts and shorts when she’s cooped up at home. it gives her freedom to move as she likes and the room won’t feel as hot that way.

♨ their cooking ability ( or lack thereof )

initially, she hadn’t been able to cook at all. the advancements in cooking utensils are one of the many things that still fazes her. she learned to cook rice and make dishes without electric tools from the grandma in the flower shop ( sushi, rice balls, onigiri ) and she can also fry an egg/omelet. however, as she is the mom of the group for baek and soojung, she’s trying to learn how to cook better. so far it’s still a tough battle and she’s wasted quite a lot of ingredients, but she’s working on it.

✓ what a typical Tuesday night looks like

{ welcome kim!! }

tw: needles, surgery, hell in a bottle