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Dark Sentence Starters ! ~ @jaenitor

game: space questions! status: not accepting source: [ x ] recipient: [ @jaenitor ]

[ Q ] Cigar Galaxy: How’s your flirting skills? 

[ A ]:  I personally believe that my flirting skills are below average. 

[ Q ] Asteroid: What does your dream life look like?

the campus is just like she remembers it: the cluster of trees where she’d sat under and pored over assigned readings, the fountain where she’d first- ah, who was she kidding? she’d only been here once before to visit an old friend; this time she’d come alone, determined to explore a bit before they met up again. her overconfidence struck her at the worst of times-- within the first five minutes, jisoo had managed to circle the entrance three times and get absolutely nowhere.  just how big was this darn campus?

as much as she wanted to accomplish something before afternoon hit, her stomach appeared to have other plans, if the loud grumble that followed was any indication.  and who was she to refuse?  eager eyes spotted the nearby bakery, and like a moth to a flame she let her hunger guide her into the light. she’d put off her expedition for another day. 

content despite a tragic discourse in her original plans, she’s settled on the grass with a book in her lap (not assigned, just leisure reading on her own time-- intellectual, not nerdy!), her half-eaten bun returned to the plastic bag and tossed beside her. just as she’s about to get immersed in the next chapter, a rustling sound claims her attention and she looks up in time just to see some man taking her precious pastry and....throwing it in the trash bin?

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📖 for what my muse would write about yours in their diary.

december 29, 2016.

dear diary,

i haven’t seen jaeho in a while. maybe it was because i told him to fuck off for being who he is. i sounded like the people i hate. it just occurred to me. if you were personified, i wonder, would you be laughing at me right now? since i just can’t stop running my mouth.. anyways. let’s talk about the time i got sick and he took care of me. he was obviously less of a pervert there. it was convenient because i couldn’t move and all i had to do was bang against my wall for him to acknowledge that i was calling him. it was a bad day for him, though. he came in cranky, already yelling. so while he took care of me, i listened to his problems. of course i forgot what they were, but he said they were supposed to be secrets anyways. what’s the best way to keeping a secret? forget about it! or kill them, but that option isn’t available. thanks. i haven’t heard him talk for a while. i mean, in his room. he’s always so loud. i wonder if the other neighbor is fed up. i’m not even sure if he lives next to me anymore? i still have the post-it he wrote on the day that we met to mess with me. fucker. i’m gonna go check if he’s still there. hopefully he is. i’m hungry.

hyejung shook her head. fingers pressed against the side of it while sighing out in frustration. “okay, but how am i gonna solve you bein’ a pervert?” silence. “i can’t. ‘cos perverts will remain perverts but it’s fuckin’ wrong. an’ yeah, i do lots of wrong shit but that’s upon myself. not only are y’fuckin’ hurtin’ the girls you’re doin’ this shit to, but people around you. i think y’know what they think of you. wouldn’t it be nice if people didn’t judge you before that, though?” 

coming from a girl who had the same incidents as jaeho, she was giving him advice so that he could improve on his actions... something hyejung couldn’t do. not yet, at least. “when y’met me. no, wait. that doesn’t apply ‘cos y’were too busy blastin’ music louder than the metal concerts they have here..” she mumbles under her breath, a very small flashback is at the back of her mind but she wipes the thought away. “what are y’doin’? stealin’ panties an’ shit from people we know! god-- ugh.. why am i havin’ this conversation with you..” it was useless. plus, hyejung wasn’t really one to help out when there were people who didn’t help her out. 

“did y’really think i was gonna kill you... idiot. m’not capable of doin’ so. i can knock you out, that’s all i can do. i’ve learned self-defense not murder mechanisms. m’not that crazy.” she has to admit-- she’s had a troubled past but it wasn’t as bad as others. in comparison to older people, it was more on the mild side. to her peers on the other hand, it was tragic. enough about hyejung. this was about jaeho’s “problems.”

a starter for @jaenitor !

( & july. ) a street rat infiltration, you say? no worries! leave it to the trustworthy janitor of the building who’s got too much time on his hands. july stands in a halt, like a cat caught red-handed in midst of its ploy. so, so close to getting his hands on those computer monitors, and yet he’s stuck wrinkling his eyes at flashlight. what a shame.

        ☂ } it’s not often that she visited the mall, but since her mother was all about sales, and there happened to be one over shampoo and bath products, her mother continuously texted her about it. so, there she was, on her first day off in a few weeks. now, shopping wasn’t the moral here. it was on her way towards the women’s restroom that was. staring at the back of some lanky guy who’s peering into the restroom, she’s getting more and more irritated by the second. what did he expect to see? a bunch of stalls?

“ hey! ” within a second of her outbreak, she immediately lunged her foot forward, kicking him down onto the tiled floor without any concern on whether or not it’d hurt. if anything, the more it hurt, the better. “ are you lost? do you need to find the way to the police department, huh? you pervert? ”