han jisung han jisung han ji– *pukes* *swallows puke* –sung han jisung han jisung han jisung ha– *trips and falls* *pukes more* *cries* –n jisung han jisung han jisung han jisung *stumbles* *is pathetic* han jisung han jisung han jisung *loves him pathetically* *pukes because my body cannot handle this much affection* *trips and crawls* han jisung han jisung han jisung *an arrow hits the center of my palm* *an arrow hits the back of my thighs* *pukes* han jisung han jisung han jisung han ji–
please understand the point isn't that he dies for me. the point is that we both have a leash on each other and we are the same. he can't die for me. he is me. he just dies.
every night it's jisung just one cut just dig your nails into my ribs or my forearm and make me bleed just a little bit just one small cut you're not a bad person you will not be condemned just one cut my herding dog please please please please please
i am writing a lot of hyunjin lately but i am currently thinking a quick hanahaki blurb where reader ends up continously plucking the rose petals out of his mouth and getting their hands bloody because there's thorns and at the end reader kisses him by taking the roses that sprouted and the thorn stem into their mouth and they both just bleed all over but the implications of his dead body still sprouting flowers for reader even after death is there it is there i want to write it but i don't know how to
stray kid's music being a hit or miss for people is so funny because to me, it's a hit and run. i left the person for dead turning a corner and went on the highway. domino domino domino domino in my ears. byul eh byul eh byul eh in my mind.
thought about this pawn shop idea and originally wanted to put it in the cosmic store universe but that didn't feel right to me so here is what i actually wanted for the idea.
a pawn shop owner is an immortal collector with a very curious mind and a heart that cannot let go. the shop offers and takes all kinds of things—a lost wedding ring in return for the memories of a spouse, a dropped car key in return for the play toy of a pet once loved, the scent of happiness in return for the ability to love someone. everything they take are research materials; immortals have little to them aside from gaining infinite knowledge.
the pawn shop owner also has a mortal lover they sought after in all their life times. all the collections in the pawn shop was to give to that lover in case they need help, all disguised as something else.
a jar filled with the confidence of a narcissist for a important presentation, put in the diamond of a ring. a jar of a mother's murmur of nighttime story, put in an overnight candle.
the collector has spent centuries taking things to cultivate the most treasured bank of resources just in case their mortal is ever in need, and will continue to do so.
the collector has no wish to be together with their lover; love exists still, but they are happy if their lover lives their mortal life to the fullest even with someone else. the collector does not sabotage any of their lover's potential relationship, but for someone reason, their lover seems to always find their feelings back to the small cabin shop, to the helpful owner standing behind the counter.
every guy reader has ever loved passed away in an accident. suicidal [uh haven't figured out who] is determined to make them fall in love with him so he can die without doing it himself.
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reader has uncontollable time traveling power and is being pursued across time for the power. they seek out yandere![jungwon, or someone else] to help find and protect them each jump.