#ji;post

I’m afraid of you-- but at the same time, I trust you. I love you-- but at the same time, I’m terrified of loving you.

“...”

Everyone likes to continue to play their magic tricks around me. One day I will become so overwhelmed I might jump off a bridge to see if I can fly.

Jiyong flinched slightly at that memory, turning over on his bed to stare at the wall, his cell phone under his pillow. 

Just... act more-- uh, you know. Normal around me, if you don't mind. I've already asked the other two to do this for me because I can't... wrap my head around it.

The angel covered his face, eyes closing as he groaned softly into his hands at those words. Normal. He could play normal, right? He could limit his ability usage, not like he used them all the time anyway. But that didn’t erase the fact that he was supernatural, that was... not normal. He never would be normal. But, he’d play the part. 

Jiyong was apart the problem, he knew this.  He just didn’t know what had triggered the other male’s disappearance, what had caused the human to finally be pushed. He only hoped that he was alright. Not to mention he missed Jiyong terribly. He’d grown too attached so quickly and now he was paying for it. Now he’d have to wait patiently. 

He could do that. 

Yeah. 

It’s so easily to forget...right Jiyong?

His eyes snapped open then, frame shivering slightly as he remembered last nights odd encounter. He scanned the room to make sure he was in fact alone, an uneasy feeling washing over him. 

Yasha...

Scio ... I just wanted to say hi to an old friend... You seem so alone though...something happen?

No...

So alone...yet you have someone to lean on...haven’t that person thought about what you are? Is he scared of you...hah...so easy you forget...without any struggle...just running away...

He curled up into a ball, his stomach churning at the mere thought of the creature. The monster that harassed him daily for a month when Youngbae had supposedly died.  He’d be lying if he said he was over that, over the violation, over the illusions, the lies. Jiyong dealt with it the best he could, confronting Yasha last night somewhat helped, but he wasn’t completely ready, as usual the creature appeared randomly. Like he always did...

Knowing that Youngbae was there when I raped you..the way he screamed for me to stop, the way he begged... If I could, I would have done it over and over again and I don’t even fucking care.

Jiyong covered his mouth, willing his stomach to settle when the urge to throw up made itself known. His face was hot, the tears stinging his eyes. Yasha really was a heartless bastard, always made his move when the angel couldn’t tell the difference between his dreams and reality. That was the main thing that bothered Jiyong. Rape. Did he really...? For the most part he gave his consent, but because he was fooled into thinking it was Youngbae.  

...because he was under an illusion 

Tsk. 

Fuck the supernatural. 

When he took those sleeping pills, he always had dreams of Youngbae and Yasha took advantage of that, took advantage of him. 

For a month. 

Until he met Day...

Jiyong clicked his tongue, wiping at his eyes and sniffling as he reached for his phone. It had been three days and he hadn’t messaged the one he adored. He was scared yet there was nothing to be scared of. Pulling up their messags, he tapped the box to type.