#dlvrnce

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👊 : your muse punching mine

👏 : your muse hugging mine

            She could feel pain all over her body. No matter how strong she was trying to seem, she was still a human made of flash and bone with the blood running down her veins. The crimson blood that was now leaking from the corner of her lips, knuckles, knees and thigh. A night of terror that she could never forget, it was happening when she misbehaved or didn’t have enough of money to pay. The gang had no mercy, they had not treated her as a woman, they had not treated her even as a human. At these moments Minhee hated being alive and breathing, she just wished to die, for all this torture and ache to disappear. But it wasn’t the end of the night, not everyone had their fun and the next man showing before her eyes was the one that should have loved her, the one she craved to be with, the one that was making her hear beat faster and butterflies riot in her stomach. Now he was just brining her pain and tears, now he was just breaking her heart again and again. The cruellest of them all. His eyes were dark and cold, he looked at her with the despising smile that was cutting her harder than the knives. The police officer in disguise ended her horror in one strong punch knocking her out. In that moment Minhee woke up breathless in the cold sweat, she was still not completely awake but she started crying. She was feeling too much at once. The heart was aching, her soul was aching and she could feel the physical pain from it all.

The nightmares of her past kept haunting her and the man from her heart as well. She was disgusted with herself for the second she woke up her mind also drew a picture of him hugging her, telling her that it was just a dream, lying to her once again that everything was fine, that she was safe. He wasn’t there and she was still trying to get used to it, trying to forget the feeling of him holding her. The doctor had been let down too many times, he was coming back just to break her heart and disappear in the darkness again, leaving her alone and suffering, slowly dying the worst death. Death that let your heart beat and lungs breath while you’re existing like a walking dead.

Minhee was still alive though, the agony she was feeling was telling her that she was still alive.

Send “🎤” and I (the mun) will record myself saying your URL and something I like about how you portray your muse.

The Snow Queen:Who is your best friend and what would you do for them?

“Best friend?...I don’t think i have one, i don’t have someone i tell everything to, share my thoughts and emotions, someone i talk to every day. I do have good friends but it takes me a very long time to open up to someone that deeply.” It wasn’t about the people that were surrounding her, Minhee simply feared rejection and betrayal too much to let anyone close enough to be able to hurt her that much - she wasn’t sure she’d survive it. Maybe she was just not ready or not brave enough.

Godfather Death:What qualities do you think make a good parent?

She chuckled softly a little surprised with the question but it was still rather interesting. “Honestly, i have never thought of it. I guess it’s the ability to love unconditionally, be accepting and understanding with your child but also strict when it’s needed since a parent is someone who is supposed to love and support their child, make sure they never feel lovely, so they know they always have a place to turn to but also they should guide their child. Being a parent is very not easy.”

The Twelve Dancing Princesses:Do you like to go on parties?

  Mischievous roar of laughter passed by his lips as it naturally curved into a wide grin; obviously heard her threat as a mere joke even though he did consider taking it seriously. Jaerim unhooked his arms from pressing against his chest, taking a few steps forward until the distance between them significantly reduced to a single foot. Slowly, he leaned forward and to her side, close by her ear, he whispered. “Not if I bite you first, Missy”