โ โ โ โ currently thinking about how elated jiwoon would be in the beginning of the fog because of how he can just be the most free and truest version of himself there is. to embrace his bloodlust and madness to it's fullest extent, where all he has to do is throw his knives and listen to the survivors beautiful screams, the sickening and wet thud of his bat colliding with their bodies. it fills him with so much creativity, so many ideas of how he could incorporate them into his music. โ โ โ โ but it's all so repetitive. and for what? he doesn't actually get anything out of it. he's filled to the brim with all these ideas and yet he has no outlet whatsoever. the cracks in his mask begin to deteriorate, and jiwoon succumbs to the madness of the entity as well. his humming becomes more frequent and crazed, not wanting to lose the melody in his head. he's furiously scribbling out music notes on a scrap piece of paper, of possible lyrics, penning into the margarins where kate denson's screams could blend SEAMLESSLY into a song about the music industry. โ โ โ โ like genuinely there is nothing for him here. it's fun at first, sure, and the beginning of a match is always so exhilarating, but truly there is only so much you can take. jiwoon is only a man, after all. the longer jiwoon stays in the realm, i believe the entity would have to punish him further and twist him into something more monstrous, because if jiwoon doesn't want to do something โ he just isn't going to do it. he's one of the only idol's allowed to have creative control over their art because jiwoon is stubborn as the day is long, and he knows what he's worth. what is mightee one gonna do ? FIRE HIM ? he's the only one bringing in their paychecks !
