#splitlover

slay me then

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TEARS

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Do it do it do it

          ❝ Do you all want me that much? ... I’m... touched by your kindess. I promise I’ll repay you, even if it costs me my life. I can’t quite express this happiness of mine, but I’m so happy right now. ...Yes, I’ll do it. If it means I can share this happiness with you, then I’ll do it. I want nothing more than to cherish this feeling forever. No one will take this happiness away - not the RFA, not that hypocrite... and especially not that demonic red head.

‘I haven’t told you much about this place, have I?’ She lifts the skirt of her dress over a stray thorny branch, letting the fabric settle as she steps over it. The mask she so proudly bears as Savior doesn’t obstruct her vision a bit ; rather, it helps paint her as a being whom’s existence is to heal. A part of her wonders if her dear sister is proud. 

you wanted the kid || @splitloverjumin && ayeon

Beep. 

Beep. 

Beep. 

The nurse shuffled out, leaving her with an IV dripping periodically, annoyingly. Saline mixed with the Elixir inside her, flushing out what had been her lifeblood for years.  “She was nearly poisoned. There’s methanol in her system. Mushrooms. 0.15% BAC. Some of them are even worse. What did they do to these people?”

The doctor’s voices shifted in and out of her mind like a dream. The skin around her IV reddened, and she realized with an apathetic “oh” that she ripped it out. The talking stopped, there were footsteps, and her IV returned to normal. More, foreign footsteps lingered around her bedside. Didn't they already come in?

               ❝ so, like, weird request, but d’you have any bouquets that i could take a photo of to pretend i bought them for someone? ❞ oscar’s stressed. trying to maintain his fake relationship with sooyoung is exhuasting, and he’s convinced he saw a grey hair the other day because of it. ❝ i mean i can buy it if i have to, but it’s just going to get wasted. ❞

they ride in silence as he steers them further and further away from everything, speeding down dark, empty roads. so much had happened to them, so quickly, and he finds himself reeling -- still trying to take it all in.

his brother, rika -- her sister ... there were too many pieces to figure out, too many things to process and to analyze. 

if he was a computer he’s sure he’d be frozen, malfunctioning.

and that she’d be in far worse condition.

“ A-yeon,” he glances at her, curled in the passenger’s side. even with so little cars around, he can’t look at her for too long... but he’s worried. there’s an unfamiliar tension between them: things unsaid. an elephant in the room.

                             ❝ Hey babe! Funny seeing you here. ❞

              Zen waved towards the women before walking over to her,      hands slipping into his jacket pockets. His cheeks were red from       the  cold,  adding  a  nice  flush  to  his  face.  A warm smile was       present on his lips as he stopped in front of her. It was a miracle      that the director decided to end rehearsals early.   He could only      assume he did it cause of personal matters. 

                             ❝ I was about to go get lunch.                                 Wanna join me? ❞