#celbyul

24 - My muse will tell you a bold faced lie

“You’re not special. There is nothing special about you, Seungyeonie.”

The big fat lie was lying on the table. They only had a round table separating them, but Jackson clearly didn’t know the definition of personal space, because even with a table between them, the demon had found a way to invade her personal space like he had always done. For someone who was trying to convince her that he didn’t care any longer, he was probably doing a terrible job. His dark eyes were drowning into hers, showing the seriousness that he was trying to display in them. The expression on his features was harsh and there was no emotion in his actions as the demon had the audacity to smirk.

Truth to be told, Jackson was too drunk to be coherent about what he was saying, but the intention was there. He wanted her out of his life. This had been the first time they met after their encounter at his apartment. The demon had tried to kick her out of his life once and he was trying to do it again, with a different tactical this time. She had omitted to him something he had the right to know. Seungyeon knew he had been looking for his brother like a maniac and she dared to hide that she knew about Tyler’s death. 

For what? Because the cambion believed his brother was alive? Because she didn’t want him to suffer for a lie? 

Jackson didn’t care. Seungyeon betrayed him. Nothing was going to change his mind about it.

However, the woman in front of him probably knew him better than anyone. Despite the harshness in his words and the coldness of his eyes, Seungyeon knew Jackson was lying to her. She didn’t even need to voice out the words for him to know what she was thinking. The demon could see it through her eyes. That was how deep their bond was at this point in their journey together. How this had happened was a mystery to him. Until now, he had no idea how they got so close from one another. A few weeks ago, he would have said that he was actually thankful for that in some ways, but that wasn’t the case anymore. 

Even knowing that Seungyeon hadn’t believed in him, the dancer didn’t move an inch away from her. The closeness between them remained as Jackson was leaned forward on the table with his elbows on the center of the surface. Their faces were so close that the demon could feel her soft breathing against his lips. This had been tempting, but they were calling for him. Unknowingly, his dark eyes lowered to her red lips, staring at them for a brief second. They were so familiar. So many times, they had been pressed against his in their passionate moments, where there was only a tiny bed sheet between them or his hands were holding her face closer to his, always wanting more. Their lives were tangled in a deep bond, but this wasn’t love or anything similar. It was mostly understanding. Two puzzle pieces that matched perfectly. 

Raising his eyes to meet hers once again, the corners of his lips curved into a smirk. The harshness in his eyes faded slightly for a moment as he showed the sadness behind them. Once again, the words were out of his mouth before he could even stop himself. “You are as vulgar as the others.” There was an obvious pain in his tone, because Jackson could also recognize the lie in his words. Who was he trying to convince? Seungyeon or himself?

The young man knew it wouldn’t take her long to actually argue about this and to claim that Jackson was a liar. This conversation wasn’t going to end well and he was done at fighting with her at this point. The only reason why he had left his apartment was because of Mark. Otherwise, he would have stayed in his room, drinking until passing out from the pain he was feeling. Losing his brother had been too much for him, but this was a sadness he didn’t want to share with Seungyeon.

Break Me: I will write an angsty drabble about our characters. 

Chanyeol was looking forward to it, oh, how he wished to crash her dreams and stomp on them. He couldn’t even wait to give her the news. It had been a year since he courted her. He started taking her out on dates, he asked her for a coffee or two at first, he was taking his time to “get to know her”, when in fact he knew more about her and her origins than she could have imagined. She had no idea she was going out with a human who could be worse than the devil himself. 

Chanyeol had been there to witness her father’s death and enjoyed every inch of it. The beautiful screams, the bloody tears, the inevitable struggle, all combined were a perfect drug for his sight and hearing. He also heard of his daugher when she was captured by the organization, but that stupid colleague of his let her go. He deserved to pay. Chanyeol would have his share of fun with that human as well at some point.

Chanyeol faked his feelings throughout the months, mirroring hers and just reading and watching a lot of cheesy movies. It was truly disgusting at some point, but he wanted to taste sadness, sorrow and desperation in a cambion’s breath when he would reveal the truth. He had to be sure she had fallen in love. 

They swayed to the silent music playing in the background of his apartment and he smiled rather bitterly, but pleased. They were enjoying the silence, but his lips pressed closer to her ear and he whispered lowly as he recalled their most intimate moments and how hot his sheets burned when they became one. “Do you know who I truly am?” he asked as his arm wrapped tighter around her waist and he smirked, his voice darkned, his tongue spilling poison in his mouth. 

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A haunting emptiness was the best to describe the scenario. Something had went wrong with the world and Jia had no idea how it happened. The world had suddenly died along with the people in it. Jia sought out help in different buildings, but every place was empty or had dead bodies inside of them. Jia held her nose as she crossed over the dead bodies to scavenge for something that can help her. She had to experience a few living dead during her search, so searching for some weapons could help greatly. Jia is not a fighter, maybe the original Jia was, but this Jia was not. Her specialty was caring for others and having the need to kill others, alive or dead, changed something in her that she never wished it did.

Jia felt disgusted. Blood was splattered on her clothes and specks of it on her face. She wanted to find a place where she can wash off, but in all the places she searched the water source was scarce, and it was either hydration or cleaning herself up. There wasn’t much that she could find and the more time passed, the more hungry she got. Food was the most difficult. She had to search in every nook and cranny of the homes and even then she could only find less than 5 cans. It was as if people were prepared for this, but not enough to survive.

The more Jia looked, the more desperate and scared she became. She ran and ran until her knees buckled and fell to the ground. Her legs were shaking and it was difficult for her to stand up again. Jia breathed heavily and began to look around to spot a place where she could rest in the mean time. On her right there were a few convenience stores, but the glass windows were broken. On her left was a one story elementary school that looked pretty intact. 

Ding!.. Ding!... Ding!...

Jia’s face lost its color as the three loud bells rang from the elementary school. She stood up despite her legs screaming out in pain and stood there silently until the last ring spread across the empty city. After a moment of silence, loud groans of hunger emerged from behind and from the front and a few from inside the stores. “Oh no...” She bit her lip and began to move. The closest place was the elementary school and she wasn’t sure if it was safe, but it was the safest bet out of all of the choices.

She entered the building and took a broomstick in order to place it in between the handles. She shook the doors to check if it was locked and then walked further into the school. The place was empty, and it made her feel a lot better, despite hating to be alone. But it was being alone to being surrounded by them. The first choice was much more desirable.

Send a ☼ and I’ll generate a number for a drabble. [✦]

12. My muse will do something sexual to your muse

AJ wasn’t so sure what has gotten into her tonight, maybe it was the alcohol. Yeah she should blame the alcohol, but why of all the people she could lust over with – why does it have to be Byul? AJ couldn’t really tell, but she couldn’t take her eyes off of her while she was dancing on stage the whole time. For tonight, she became a distraction to her – that whenever she passes by the bar, her eyes landed on hers, following her trails. It was a very frustrating thing for her, and she was trying to restrain herself from giving in to temptation – but the question was, until when can she restrain herself?

And she found the answer to question a few minutes after, seeing the woman going into the bathroom – she finds herself following her behind. Did she even know what she’s doing at this very moment? She wasn’t so sure – maybe she was oblivious after all. This was probably one of the few things AJ hated about her job – she couldn’t say no to the alcohol being offered to her by their customers, and so she ends up drinking more than she should have.

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{ ✉ sms → byie } meet me at my apartment { ✉ sms → byie } twenty minutes

Jackson’s texts to Byul weren’t usually so distant. There was an obvious coldness in his sentences he had typed to her, even if he didn’t directly mention anything about being upset with her. The truth was that the demon was furious with her. This was exactly why he didn’t trust anyone, not even his friends completely. But he hadn’t expected Byul to do what she did to him. Jackson had shared the guilt he still feels for what happened to his brother and the pain of not being able to find any evidence that he is in Seoul, like he initially thought. The world around him was slowly crashing down and while he hadn’t thought about giving up, the demon couldn’t deny that he had lost his hope of finding him a lot of times. Even if he had re-gained the strength to continue, he had started to feel miserable for failing his task. And now the truth was coming to the surface.

Around a week ago, Jackson had found a clue. One of his demon friends had met a former hunter from the organization, who told him that Wang Tyler had been locked up in a basement for three years now. When his friend told him, Jackson couldn’t believe in his ears. The hope returned to his heart as he honestly believed that he was going to find his brother this time. This wasn’t any alleyway without an exit. It seemed to be a road with a short path. After getting the contact from his friend, the demon met that hunter personally. It took Jackson a week to meet the former hunter’s informer. That meeting had happened this morning and it didn’t end in the way he had expected.

“Your brother is dead.” The man had said. “Tyler has been dead for a long time.”

There was an emptiness in his heart that Jackson couldn’t explain. A part of him already suspected that his brother wasn’t alive anymore, but suspecting was very different from knowing. The man couldn’t say that the informer had been cruel with his words. He simply told him the truth, not leaving any detail for him to imagine. Wang Tyler had been in a basement for two years and half, but three month ago, he was found dead, drowning in his own blood. Nobody seemed to know who had done it or why. The man didn’t even know who had kept him there locked. The only certainty he had was that it had nothing to do with the organization. His brother was human. But if this wasn’t related with his recent world, then why had they taken his brother away from him? That was something Jackson couldn’t explain, even if he suspected it had something to do with his former gang.

The disappointed was very alive in his veins, but it was quickly replaced with anger when the man mentioned Byul’s name.

“Didn’t you know?” The informer had asked him. His tone had some sarcasm in it. The amusement was dripping from every word he was saying, even if Jackson hadn’t noticed it as he was too distracted from the pain he was feeling. “Your girlfriend knew.” This had caught his attention.   

Jackson honestly couldn’t remember what happened next, because the last thing he could remember was running away from the place as quick as possible. His hands were stained with blood, but he didn’t bother to wipe it away from his hands as he hid them with the long sleeves of his black jumper. Had he killed the man? That was a possibility. The demon inside of him was so angry that controlling it when he was also pissed off was very hard. There was only a person in his mind when the demon walked toward his apartment: Byul.

 it was late. taehyung took a nap earlier but had woken up around 8pm, so it was hard to fall back asleep; it always occurs to him once in a while, and when it does he likes to watch the stars, since there is nothing better to do. he got up from his bed, and sat on the window seat – his head rested on his arms, which were rested on the window sill. he loved to watch the night sky, for some reason he always watching the stars and watch change position slowly.

 sometimes, he likes to talk to the stars, as crazy as it sounds, it made him feel less lonely. they never talked back though. it was often nonsense. usually it was along the lines about his day, small complaints, or how he wishes he would leave this system once and for all.

 one thing that he believed killed the vibe were the couple of houses around him. the window across from him, their roof blocked some of the stars. it was disappointing. also embarrassing, he hoped the people across from him didn't hear the one-sided conversations he'd have with ball of gases. 

Send me ☼ for a morning text

{ ✉ sms → byul } morning sunshine{ ✉ sms → byul } I would offer you bagels and coffee{ ✉ sms → byul } but let’s go down to business { ✉ sms → byul } meet me in the cafe in front of the studio in 20mins

texting meme [✦]

Send me ♥ for a sexual/naughty text

[ AJ → Byul ] you look so sexy back there when you danced in the pole last night.[ AJ → Byul ] i can’t stop thinking about it.[ AJ → Byul ] i just want to run my hands around your exposed skin, i want to feel your curves against my palm, i want to suck that exposed skin on your neck down to your collar bone.[ AJ → Byul ] i also want to plant soft kisses on your inner thighs, they look promising back when you pole danced last night. [ AJ → Byul ] i wonder how your skin taste like, your red lips against mine as you say my name erotically.  [ AJ → Byul ] that sounds… good right now. god, can you please stop invading my mind if you aren’t going to help me out here.

Send me ☼ for a morning text

[ AJ → Byul ] goodmorning.[ AJ → Byul ] i know we like saw each other a few hours ago but i hope you got home safely.

Send me !! for a threatening text