#narcotiqs

“i wish i knew how that felt.” if monsters were more scary when they’re afraid, did it mean hyejung was more scary-? no. she wasn’t a monster. she only pretended to be. she wore the do-it-yourselves mask with the string attached in the back and it would irk her when it was slipping. she wasn’t a true monster-- she’s met some of them. those were the ones with no compassion in their heart, there’s only room for one in there and it’s themselves. there’s no sympathy, empathy, no love at all. there’s no regrets and there’s no consequences for them-- that’s what she thinks at least. maybe there are consequences, they just don’t feel like it when it’s for a monster.

monsters were fictional, but realistic at the same time. there were people who held monster-like qualities, people who were actual monsters (but let’s not go any further.) why would they be terrifying? wouldn’t it be more logical that monsters were at its prime when they were agitated and couldn’t deal with anything? that’s where they throw inanimate objects around, making it seem as if the objects needed to apologize for the world being shitty. she wasn’t sure, so she got confused at his whole statement.

❤ ┊ ❝ Are these guys picking on you? ❞ Somin launches into action at the sight of a quarrel in her business┈ Well, not entirely her’s to own, but she has worked here long enough for it to feel like a home to her. The cosmic amount of sinful nature swarming the dance-floor fed her immeasurable energy. Preying upon the bad, adulterated decisions of mankind, it didn’t make her all that bad, did it?

The scene at the bar was of two men puffing their masculine, fragile feathers and threatening the sanctuary of her home┈ let alone, ANNOYING her. She stepped between the two confronting parties and set a hand on one of their shoulders, expression hardening as the man’s posture crumbled and he doubled over before her. She was inflicting some of the demonic power in her system to him, a crippling amount that would flood his bloodstream like acidic rain┈ surely weakening that poor, tender EGO of his. His friend already naming her frantically as an unpleasant term and scattering off with his tail nestled between his legs. 

“she truly is a gem. it’s unfortunate how her life was cut off short like that.”

“my first dog, juno. she unfortunately died many years ago when she was ran over by a car. i’d say her life was short-lived since she died young… now, i hope my answer didn’t disappoint you because you might be looking for a deeper answer for your question. though i must point out that my love for my dog went deep for many reasons. she was truly the best friend i’ve ever had.”