#sj;thread

“Let me guess. You’re drunk. No! You quit hunting!” 

Smiling, he nodded and glanced back down at the folder, skipping the pictures and went straight to the reports.

After several hours of Seung Joo driving in silence and Aric browsing through the case’s file, the hunter pulled the car on the roadside and sighed. They had reached the end of their journey. The road leading to the village had been blocked by gigantic boulders twenty years ago when the massacre was discovered by the police. “And now, we walk...”

They say that each person have between five to seven unrelated twins on Earth. The probability to meet one of said doubles is minimal if not nonexistant. Biologists like saying to astronomers, not without a certain pride, that there are more possible genetic combinations in a human being than there are of particles in the universe. That was exactly what Seung Joo was repeating in his head, again and again, as he looked at the doppleganger standing in front of him. Was he not sure there was not a glass separating them, he would have thought it was only his mirrored reflexion. But they were in the middle of the street. Seung Joo on his phone, previously tearing a strip off his lazy and useless secretary, and the other one just walking with his hands in his pockets. “I’ll call you back later...” he mumbled, already hanging up before the secretary could understand what was happening. He lowered his hand and stared cluelessly at the other. “What the...”

“Excuse me!?” Seung Joo blurted at his friend. “You’ve been squatting the thrown for the past two hundred plus years. Don’t even start. I love you Aric, but you drive even me insane, sometimes.”

Seung Joo had to bite his inner cheeks not to burst into laughter in his friend’s face. To be true, he would have never imagined befriending a vampire. He used to think they were part of the worst kinds but Aric had made him understood there were always exceptions to rules. “I am never going to let you divorce. You just gotta live with it. And with me,” he shrugged, rolling the bright red lollipop between his teeth. “Considering those people have no freaking clue how to actually summon anything close to a demon, let alone Satan himself, I think it’s completely harmless. They just look dumb and potentially hurt people, okay. But they’re not the worst.”

CLOSED RP ft. @xxflora

As the first beep of the alarm went off, Seung Joo pounced to it silently and switched it off. In a lingering moment, he waited on the lookout to see if his girlfriend was going to wake up. Thankfully, she did not even budge. He leaned over to place a gentle kiss upon her shoulder and left the bed. He tiptoed past the Christmas tree that he had insisted to decorate with her — while angrily mumbling about their previous topic of disagreement at first, soon too deep into Christmas’ magic to even care anymore — and straight to her closet. He had hidden her presents on the higher shelf, which she could barely reach even on a stool, and picked the two boxes and the enveloppe to place them under the tree.

with @hjxtaeha

Já tinha perdido as contas de quantas garrafas de cerveja e soju tinham em sua mesa. Estava naquele estado em que as embalagens de vidro verde se mesclavam umas com as outras em um amontoado que tilintava cada vez que alguém trombava com a mesa para passar pelos pequenos corredores do bar. Uma tigela vazia forrada com guardanapos de papel mostrava o cenário de destruição das asas de frango apimentadas devoradas há mais de uma hora atrás, na tentativa falha de conter o álcool dentro das veias.

Seoji puxou a saia que vestia um pouco para baixo e passou os dedos finos pela peruca curta e loira que usava naquele dia, achava especialmente adorável como conseguia passar por uma mulher e sempre sentia a tela azul de tanto contentamento toda vez que os atendentes o chamavam pelo feminino. Seus amigos na mesa já estavam habituados àquilo e o incentivavam a vestir-se como sentia vontade, o que o deixava ainda mais confortável estar perto deles. — Seoji-unni, você deveria se vestir só assim, a vida toda... — Uma das meninas à mesa murmurou arrastado, apoiando o rosto redondo contra uma das mãos.

Era algo que Seoji ansiava, poder sair pela vida vestindo-se de mulher, sem se preocupar se seria julgado por ser reconhecido previamente pelo seu gênero designado ao nascimento. — Você deveria viver assim e-- — pausa para soltar um arroto silencioso — e conhecer pessoas novas assim... — Murmurou soltando o suspiro que apenas pessoas alcoolizadas soltam, admirando o brilho do cabelo falso da drag à sua frente. Ainda que tudo isso pudesse soar utópico e um futuro distante para ele, a próxima frase o fez imaginar um pouco mais próximo desse futuro: —VOCÊ DEVERIA FAZER UM TINDER COMO MULHER!!