And Hope to Die | Han Jisung

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"Congratulations on your promotion!"

Those four words were the worst Jisung had ever heard in his life, but his colleagues seemed to think otherwise. They pounced on him, each with a proud slap to his back or a playful punch to his shoulder.

He stood between them like a twig helpless to the tides of the sea, jostled about without regard.

He didn't want a promotion.

He wanted out of this mess.

Cross my Heart, | Hwang Hyunjin

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It hurt. 

Once upon a time, he might have befriended the pain, but Hyunjin only writhed in silence now. Pain could be no friend of his if it only caused him agony, and he wasn’t so desperate as to allow himself the indignity of surrendering to torture.

Besides, friends were difficult to keep in this place. He would know. The other bed across the room had been occupied by three different kids before it had become cold.

To break was merely human, and they were no gods to defy that nature.

Neither was Hyunjin.

Dead Men Don't Speak | Lee Felix

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Felix was afraid of many things—the dark alley behind his apartment building, the rowdy drunks in the dead of night, the stern department head at the station—but he was not afraid of the gun being pointed at his head. 

Behind the barrel was a woman he’d only heard of in frightened whispers. The Shadow Front’s Left Claw, the burgundy-dressed killer. 

“Nice work, detective,” she said, and when Felix remained silent, she laughed. “Don’t worry, kid, I won’t kill you just yet.”

Kid? He frowned. He was twenty years old. He’d hardly consider himself a kid.

genre | hurt/comfort, found family au/brother!han & brother!jisung

word count | 1955

warning | mention of being sick, mention of puking 

note | i remember puking once. didn't like it. 

universe | tciu

your splitting headache hummed at a frequency too high to hear, but han knew it only lasted for a few seconds because his blurred eyesight immediately regained perfection. the glass cup previously in his hand was broken into tiny pieces from the faint moment of uncontrolled strength caused by your headache.

jisung perked up from the couch, the side of his face illuminated by the colors on the television screen. his eyes were wide from the abrupt noise han made, although the breaking of cups itself hasn't been uncommon today. he would know. he was in charge of reversing the process of every breakage. "you broke another cup?"

ALWAYS IN THIS TWILIGHT • BC • a fallen goddess and every piece of herself she'd given to her beloved; angst; a somewhat toxic dynamic; fantasy; mentions of war; brief descriptions of gore and blood; 793 words.

If Chan would ask you for the sky and every little star in the infinite cosmos, you would hand them to him in a breath’s spell.

Yet, there he was, earnest and sincere as his eyes fluttered once, twice. Hesitant, perhaps. Regretful, like those of a man who had spent a fortune on the most joyous night of gambling.

You wanted to laugh, or cry, or both.

‘Your eyes, only.’

He was asking so little of you.

genre | romance (ugly love) 

word count | 1346

warning | mention of death & suicide / blood, killing, injuries

note | ultimately i just want to exist infinitely to him, and him infinitely to me. / this is an extremely self-indulgent piece of writing!

two negatives make one positive. two deaths make one life.

the glistening blood on your chin reflected an identical shade of red dripping from the torn flesh of jisung's arm; your gruesome teeth mark surrounding it.

your crossbow was thrown hastily to the side of purgatory's soiled ground, and your makeshift spear assembled out dead branched was long gone. you were usually on top of these things, but you never anticipated jisung fighting back when he has a track record of succumbing to your death traps. his disobedience aggravated you. all you wanted to do was send him back to earth so he could live.

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— The story of a mafia, a green sky, and a girl in a burgundy coat.

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THESE MINEFIELDS • LMH • villain au; somewhere between angst and fluff; mention of injury, blood, and death; 815 words; for @meanhly♡

Your dress was white and stark against the ruination around you. The flowers Minho had carefully wound into your hair every day smiled, whispering shy welcome against his skin as he rested his forehead against yours. Like a man folded into deep prayer, and you were his hallowed temple. He clutched your cold, clasped hands in his bloodied grip and hoped, with all the remains of his tattered soul.

[sneak peek] Speaking in Tongues: Finale | Yang Jeongin

Speaking in Tongues: Part Two | Yang Jeongin

“Mawlati!” Jeongin crashed through the door of the elegant office, terror making disarray of his appearance.

The queen stood from her ornate velvet chair, both startled and confused. She didn’t recall seeing the general perturbed like that before. “What’s wrong?”

“We need…to send a message to the governors,” he spoke through strained breaths as though he’d run across the palace to find her.

“Of course.” she motioned for her messenger, though the frown of confusion never left her graceful features. She knew that the general had an important mission that night. “What happened at the Junayna?”

He looked at her as though it shamed him to admit his next words. “They abandoned it. I’ve dispatched several squads to find them. We need to alert the other cities and the harbor before they make it too far.”

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Speaking in Tongues: Part One | Yang Jeongin

“Ah, there you are!” Minho clapped a hand on his cousin’s shoulder when he spotted him amongst the crowd. “I was almost sure you weren’t going to make an appearance.”

Jeongin gave him an easy smile, hands clasped neatly at his back as his twin swords swayed with his steps. “I thought I’d give the prince my well wishes.”

It was young Prince Seungmin’s ninth birthday that night, and the nobility of Darilmalek had gathered for a celebratory dinner. However, the general’s words were only part of the truth. He walked into the party with urgent news to deliver to the king.

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↪ greater than sapphires- rin. haitani

- in which rindou has a unique way to comfort your insecurities.

pairing: haitani rindou x fem!reader

wc: 737

warning(s): necessary cursing :)

a/n: credits to @missinghan for this magnificent fic idea and for proofreading, this is supposed to be comedy with fluff, i swear its not sad.

you'd known before you had accepted his proposal that there'd be times where your differences would stand out, when it'd put a sickening glut of fragility in your throat, when it'd gnaw and overpower your thoughts with whispers and labrish you'd rather not hear. you'd known before you had accepted his hands that you'd have to put those differences aside, would have to compromise as much as he does for you, and appreciate the littlest moments of warmth you could share with him.

but now, as you sit with your head clotted and propelled into oblivion, eyes cast downward as you try your best to keep your sentiments at bay. usually, you weren't emotional enough to witness and feel the crude emotions of insecurity, or even the slightest bit of doubt towards yourself. but now, with your notions in a gallop, it seemed to be unavoidable.

And the World Feels Like It’s Falling Apart (But I Have You) - |BaL|

This one does have some angst in it, but I promise this series will get back to its regularly scheduled fluff soon :) enjoy!

Pairing: Chan x fem!reader

Genre: fluff, angst, slice of life, single parent!au

Word Count: 2.8k

Chan’s forgotten how it feels to rely so much on someone else, but you remind him that you’re there to share the burden, no matter how heavy it is.

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It starts out, like many other strange and surprising events in Chan’s life, on a normal day.

It’s normal. Completely normal. Blue sky, white clouds, sun shining. There’s the slight smell of pollution that comes with living in the city, but the air in the park feels cleaner, fresher. Chan sits on a bench with you, eyes half-closed, a smile on his face as he watches the kids run around on the playground.

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[we’re in the rain] For @blueprint-han​ ♡

Seungmin had a feeling he’d find you outside when you didn’t respond to his calls.

It was raining, and you loved the rain. Though the subtle tremble of your shoulders told him you weren’t standing there because you loved it.

He walked toward you carefully, open umbrella in hand, as though you were a little bunny he didn’t want to scare.

The sound of rain hitting the tightly stretched fabric of the umbrella was like a drum to your ear, an earsplitting alert that someone was nearby. You despised it, but it was music to some part of you. One that yearned for comfort and company.

Seungmin stopped beside you, silent. You sniffled. There were days where all you wanted was to stand under the rain, let it drench your clothes and wash your tears away, and this was one of them.

The cold was almost inviting, its warmth an embrace of solitary that fell easy on your heart. There is no one to bother out here, your conscience would say. It was just you, the somber sky, and the restless rain.

Though it wasn’t always enough.

“What are we doing?” Seungmin’s voice came faint against the pitter-patter of the rain, while yours was a coarse whisper. “Just standing.”

“Oh.”

Just that. Nothing much.

He didn’t want to pry and ask further. Sometimes it was better like that. All he wanted you to know is that he was there.

And he could do just that.

Wordlessly, he brought his umbrella down, letting it hang limply in his hand as he felt the rain on his face.

That was enough, sometimes.

Just standing there. Just standing in the rain.

i’ll be here, always and forever. | lee minho 

You never liked to bother people.

It was just your personality; asking people for help meant that you were taking up their time, taking up their time meant that you were annoying them, annoying them meant that you were dislikeable. So, to avoid this whole domino effect, you just never bothered people for anything at all.

That began to change when you starting dating Minho.