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- Fairytales, myths, and legends were undoubtedly amusing to those seeking adventure throughout the vast spectrum of the universe where dreams and fantasies etched into the pages of one‘s favorite novel. It was better to tell stories, to read them, to simply imagine them and live beyond a world that wasn’t as mundane as the realities or our days. A 6-year-old such as Lee Dae Jung had lived in such a fantasy world where life itself was beyond one’s wildest dreams. He had a father who loved him, a mother who adored him, and a twin brother who reflected him in every way he never thought possible. All in all, the boy had a family, he had everything he could ever wished for in a life full of security and pure happiness until one day, it all disappeared. In a room shrouded in black, the smiles and the laughter he once shared had been swapped with syringes and tubes that ran up his spine, the fluids tainted in a deep and ominous crimson streaming here, there, and everywhere his frantic eyes shifted off to. Monitors stood along side the table he must’ve spent a good portion of his life on as everything obscured into darkness.
It was crazy, the setting was maniacal, and his future couldn’t be imagined nor fantasized when all he could hear was the wailing screams of others bombarding his thoughts as if telling him to escape, to run, to think of things that didn’t pertain to what had gone on in that room because it was horrible and far too dreadful for a child to withstand. He couldn’t remember everything. He wasn’t even sure if his real name was Lee Dae Jung or if it was just instilled in him ever since a man dragged him into a van without an ounce of hope to an escape. Everything about him changed from there on out. His memories, his thoughts, his emotions, his hair and especially the inner workings of a heart that neither beat nor moved once the monitor failed to trace the pulse of a living and breathing human being. It just stopped with a long deadly chime unable to decipher whether or not the teen was alive or simply tuning out a world that didn’t matter to him anymore.
‘What is a life when it isn’t yours to live?’ Voices started sounding in his head. Whether it was a man or a woman wasn’t really of a concern to him since Dae Jung focused on the content that echoed in his ears. ‘What is in a name that isn’t yours to remember?’ They were filled with one inquiry after the next, the tenors of the other’s voice merely pushing him off the edge of despair whenever he thought something big, something different, and something bright laid at the end of a dark and dreary tunnel he only ever wanted to escape from. Though, things seem to be on the verge of changing when the very tips of fingers detected a variety of textures he wasn’t accustomed to. Usually the cold steel of the table top he laid on or the soft and malleable surface of the tubes that surrounded him was the only things that he knew of; or rather, befriended him since there wasn’t really anything else to talk to. Inanimate objects they surely were, and yet Jung was so desperate for attention, his mind conjured up the most stupidest images he could think of in order to cope with his surroundings. But that didn’t matter now. None of that bullshit ever mattered because as of that moment, he could feel the cool night air licking at his cheek as the brick wall beneath each long and nimble digit guided him down the bustling streets of Seoul.
o.o.c :....
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O R D E R - FOR : Chibi Daydreamer
- Fairytales, myths, and legends were undoubtedly amusing to those seeking adventure throughout the vast spectrum of the universe where dreams and fantasies etched into the pages of one‘s favorite novel. It was better to tell stories, to read them, to simply imagine them and live beyond a world that wasn’t as mundane as the realities or our days. A 6-year-old such as Lee Dae Jung had lived in such a fantasy world where life itself was beyond one’s wildest dreams. He had a father who loved him, a mother who adored him, and a twin brother who reflected him in every way he never thought possible. All in all, the boy had a family, he had everything he could ever wished for in a life full of security and pure happiness until one day, it all disappeared. In a room shrouded in black, the smiles and the laughter he once shared had been swapped with syringes and tubes that ran up his spine, the fluids tainted in a deep and ominous crimson streaming here, there, and everywhere his frantic eyes shifted off to. Monitors stood along side the table he must’ve spent a good portion of his life on as everything obscured into darkness.
It was crazy, the setting was maniacal, and his future couldn’t be imagined nor fantasized when all he could hear was the wailing screams of others bombarding his thoughts as if telling him to escape, to run, to think of things that didn’t pertain to what had gone on in that room because it was horrible and far too dreadful for a child to withstand. He couldn’t remember everything. He wasn’t even sure if his real name was Lee Dae Jung or if it was just instilled in him ever since a man dragged him into a van without an ounce of hope to an escape. Everything about him changed from there on out. His memories, his thoughts, his emotions, his hair and especially the inner workings of a heart that neither beat nor moved once the monitor failed to trace the pulse of a living and breathing human being. It just stopped with a long deadly chime unable to decipher whether or not the teen was alive or simply tuning out a world that didn’t matter to him anymore.
Fairytales, myths, and legends were undoubtedly amusing to those seeking adventure throughout the vast spectrum of the universe where dreams and fantasies etched into the pages of one‘s favorite novel. It was better to tell stories, to read them, to simply imagine them and live beyond a world that wasn’t as mundane as the realities or our days. A 6-year-old such as Lee Dae Jung had lived in such a fantasy world where life itself was beyond one’s wildest dreams. He had a father who loved him, a mother who adored him, and a twin brother who reflected him in every way he never thought possible. All in all, the boy had a family, he had everything he could ever wished for in a life full of security and pure happiness until one day, it all disappeared. In a room shrouded in black, the smiles and the laughter he once shared had been swapped with syringes and tubes that ran up his spine, the fluids tainted in a deep and ominous crimson streaming here, there, and everywhere his frantic eyes shifted off to. Monitors stood along side the table he must’ve spent a good portion of his life on as everything obscured into darkness.
It was crazy, the setting was maniacal, and his future couldn’t be imagined nor fantasized when all he could hear was the wailing screams of others bombarding his thoughts as if telling him to escape, to run, to think of things that didn’t pertain to what had gone on in that room because it was horrible and far too dreadful for a child to withstand. He couldn’t remember everything. He wasn’t even sure if his real name was Lee Dae Jung or if it was just instilled in him ever since a man dragged him into a van without an ounce of hope to an escape. Everything about him changed from there on out. His memories, his thoughts, his emotions, his hair and especially the inner workings of a heart that neither beat nor moved once the monitor failed to trace the pulse of a living and breathing human being. It just stopped with a long deadly chime unable to decipher whether or not the teen was alive or simply tuning out a world that didn’t matter to him anymore.
o.o.c :....
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O R D E R - FOR : wadda qt
- An enthusiastic figure hung over the white-picket fence, his smile broadening features that perfected every aspect of his youthful demeanor as a small giggle, or perhaps what others would call an attention-seeking laugh, took on the very ambiance of allure. He was courteous and kind, intelligent and wise beyond his years, protective and nurturing in all the right ways that allowed people their space, and yet his attentiveness in regards to human emotions were almost always spot-on and rarely dogmatized by the world around him.
Placed in a spherical tomb with nowhere else to go had constantly led him perched upon that very threshold that separated him from the teen who settled himself under the canopied leaves above. Smiling eyes looked upon the bark neither of them could claim as their very own, for the very roots of it stood along the borderline that made the marvelous oak tree ’theirs’. He could remember, a long long time ago, little fingers reaching out and touching those dark silk tresses that purposely sent his cheeks flaring in immense elation. A giggle here and a trill of laughter there didn’t stir the slumbering male from the tranquil realms beyond his bleak reality, but it did send his face leaning into the warmth emanated in the palm of his hand. It was a marvelous sight. The way lips smeared upon the base of his thumb had been an indescribable feeling forever locked into the valves and veins that made up his heart.
Each sensation encouraged the little boy to press on beyond the boarders that separated them both, his knees hoisting up and wedging against the fence as he bent forward to expose the arm that succumbed to the other‘s touch. What happened next began in a blink of an eye. A sudden tug pulled him up and over the fence, his world spun, the vast expanse of blue settled in view and his entire body was supported back against the other’s lap. Almost instinctual, the boy laughed while arms cradled him, supported him, and gave him that spark of hope that no matter what happened, those strong limbs would eternally be his to have, his to hold, and his to bury those smiling features right into as joy permeated the air. “You’ll always be there, won’t you?” Jungbae clung to him as if he was a new toy no one in their right mind would ever lay their filthy hands upon, because everyone knew how possessive he was and the efforts he’d go through to claim what was his and no other.
The smile hidden safely against the crook of his arm finally slipped from the shadows and looked into the light of the other‘s effortlessly curved lips full of what passion was all about. Eyes went aflutter once fingers began to stream into his hair, nails comfortingly dragging against his scalp as the child tilted his head back into each motion widening the corners of his lips. “If you’re always smiling, there’s no reason for me to go anywhere, right?” None at all; the question was invalid, stupid, idiotic, and pointless because Jungbae knew, from where ever their souls laid, there was no way he’d stop smiling for him no matter what life threw at the one who made promise after despicable promise that their joy would last for as long as they both lived.
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[******** up didn’t begin to describe the night Yeongsu revealed a side of himself that littered his eyes in both the pain and the agony one felt whenever a heart ached, or his mind swelled with thoughts and emotions his body couldn’t accept. [******** up had failed to describe the dawning twilight of his life when his past literally came back to haunt the blonde whose nails threatened to draw blood when they clawed and mauled at his very own hand. For all it was worth, [******** up was far from portraying the will-power it took for him to make a call he thought he was going to regret for a lifetime. But he couldn’t help it. How could anyone blame him for dialing the familiar number that once sent his happiness soaring through the roof? How could anyone every look down upon the man who tried his damn hardest to ignore what his delusional heart yearned for? Jin wasn’t answering his phone. He didn’t return to the studio like he was told. The lost little lamb who only every abided to his every whim went astray and it seemed his own body was doing the same. Jun made a call, he spouted out an address, the throbbing began in his chest and took over his entire body when he found his way into an aquatic center he use to always visit when life was simple, and they all took each coming day one step at a time.
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- His heart threatened to burst right out of his chest, his veins surging with an overdose of adrenaline his mind, body and soul couldn’t withstand when one wicked punch after another only ever resulted in a fist that barreled straight into his face. The small crowd that surrounded him shrilled those cries of disapproval, jeering and sneering in utter disgust as the brunette struggled to his hands and knees, the crimson hue soon dripping in that pitiful reminder that maybe - just maybe - he wasn’t cut out for the real word, that the ever confident and ever so cunning Min Yung Jae would yet again fail the only person that had ever loved him throughout the twilight of his years. “You had enough you little puss. Just save yourself the trouble and stay down.” The last thing anyone expected was for a wicked smirk to smear upon lips tainted with blood, and, without warning, a series of events took place as Yung Jae sharply swiped his leg through his adversary’s ankles, knocking him on the ground. Within seconds the brunette towered over his adversary as the sole of his sneaker soon clashed into that disgusting excuse of a face that once smugly loomed its eyes upon him as if Jae didn’t have a chance in a world to win. But with a series of kicks and a plethora of punches, Yung Jae was declared the winner with a wad of cash placed into his hands.
Street fights was what made surviving possible.
He’d put on a show, get a few nicks and bruises on his once unmarred features, and then (if he was lucky) Jae would go home with his winnings that took care of a portion of his rent. It was that easy. “My god Jae! What the hell?! Again? Really?!” The flabbergasted inquiries were always the first thing that greeted him at the door of his aunt’s home. She was strict, yet fairly lenient with everything that had to do with him and the most special girl he couldn't ignore even if he tried. As he sat down at the kitchen table, his aunt went to work in repairing the damage, while his 19-year-old cousin, majoring in all things cosmetics, attempted to conceal his slightly split lip and the mild bruising smearing his right eye. “Did you forget that you had that contest thing to go to?” He had to wonder if his cousin, Yun Hee, was intentionally hurting him with every second that had gone by, what with the pressure she applied to the injuries that made him hiss in displeasure.
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- An enthusiastic figure hung over the white-picket fence, his smile broadening features that perfected every aspect of his youthful demeanor as a small giggle, or perhaps what others would call an attention-seeking laugh, took on the very ambiance of allure. He was courteous and kind, intelligent and wise beyond his years, protective and nurturing in all the right ways that allowed people their space, and yet his attentiveness in regards to human emotions were almost always spot-on and rarely dogmatized by the world around him.
Placed in a spherical tomb with nowhere else to go had constantly led him perched upon that very threshold that separated him from the teen who settled himself under the canopied leaves above. Smiling eyes looked upon the bark neither of them could claim as their very own, for the very roots of it stood along the borderline that made the marvelous oak tree ’theirs’. He could remember, a long long time ago, little fingers reaching out and touching those dark silk tresses that purposely sent his cheeks flaring in immense elation. A giggle here and a trill of laughter there didn’t stir the slumbering male from the tranquil realms beyond his bleak reality, but it did send his face leaning into the warmth emanated in the palm of his hand. It was a marvelous sight. The way lips smeared upon the base of his thumb had been an indescribable feeling forever locked into the valves and veins that made up his heart.
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O R D E R - FOR : fragile goodbyes
- An enthusiastic figure hung over the white-picket fence, his smile broadening features that perfected every aspect of his youthful demeanor as a small giggle, or perhaps what others would call an attention-seeking laugh, took on the very ambiance of allure. He was courteous and kind, intelligent and wise beyond his years, protective and nurturing in all the right ways that allowed people their space, and yet his attentiveness in regards to human emotions were almost always spot-on and rarely dogmatized by the world around him.
Placed in a spherical tomb with nowhere else to go had constantly led him perched upon that very threshold that separated him from the teen who settled himself under the canopied leaves above. Smiling eyes looked upon the bark neither of them could claim as their very own, for the very roots of it stood along the borderline that made the marvelous oak tree ’theirs’. He could remember, a long long time ago, little fingers reaching out and touching those dark silk tresses that purposely sent his cheeks flaring in immense elation. A giggle here and a trill of laughter there didn’t stir the slumbering male from the tranquil realms beyond his bleak reality, but it did send his face leaning into the warmth emanated in the palm of his hand. It was a marvelous sight. The way lips smeared upon the base of his thumb had been an indescribable feeling forever locked into the valves and veins that made up his heart.
[******** up didn’t begin to describe the night Yeongsu revealed a side of himself that littered his eyes in both the pain and the agony one felt whenever a heart ached, or his mind swelled with thoughts and emotions his body couldn’t accept. [******** up had failed to describe the dawning twilight of his life when his past literally came back to haunt the blonde whose nails threatened to draw blood when they clawed and mauled at his very own hand. For all it was worth, [******** up was far from portraying the will-power it took for him to make a call he thought he was going to regret for a lifetime. But he couldn’t help it. How could anyone blame him for dialing the familiar number that once sent his happiness soaring through the roof? How could anyone every look down upon the man who tried his damn hardest to ignore what his delusional heart yearned for? Jin wasn’t answering his phone. He didn’t return to the studio like he was told. The lost little lamb who only every abided to his every whim went astray and it seemed his own body was doing the same. Jun made a call, he spouted out an address, the throbbing began in his chest and took over his entire body when he found his way into an aquatic center he use to always visit when life was simple, and they all took each coming day one step at a time.
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- Fairytales, myths, and legends were undoubtedly amusing to those seeking adventure throughout the vast spectrum of the universe where dreams and fantasies etched into the pages of one‘s favorite novel. It was better to tell stories, to read them, to simply imagine them and live beyond a world that wasn’t as mundane as the realities or our days. A 6-year-old such as Lee Dae Jung had lived in such a fantasy world where life itself was beyond one’s wildest dreams. He had a father who loved him, a mother who adored him, and a twin brother who reflected him in every way he never thought possible. All in all, the boy had a family, he had everything he could ever wished for in a life full of security and pure happiness until one day, it all disappeared. In a room shrouded in black, the smiles and the laughter he once shared had been swapped with syringes and tubes that ran up his spine, the fluids tainted in a deep and ominous crimson streaming here, there, and everywhere his frantic eyes shifted off to. Monitors stood along side the table he must’ve spent a good portion of his life on as everything obscured into darkness.
It was crazy, the setting was maniacal, and his future couldn’t be imagined nor fantasized when all he could hear was the wailing screams of others bombarding his thoughts as if telling him to escape, to run, to think of things that didn’t pertain to what had gone on in that room because it was horrible and far too dreadful for a child to withstand. He couldn’t remember everything. He wasn’t even sure if his real name was Lee Dae Jung or if it was just instilled in him ever since a man dragged him into a van without an ounce of hope to an escape. Everything about him changed from there on out. His memories, his thoughts, his emotions, his hair and especially the inner workings of a heart that neither beat nor moved once the monitor failed to trace the pulse of a living and breathing human being. It just stopped with a long deadly chime unable to decipher whether or not the teen was alive or simply tuning out a world that didn’t matter to him anymore.
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O R D E R - FOR : Necromatic Siren
- Fairytales, myths, and legends were undoubtedly amusing to those seeking adventure throughout the vast spectrum of the universe where dreams and fantasies etched into the pages of one‘s favorite novel. It was better to tell stories, to read them, to simply imagine them and live beyond a world that wasn’t as mundane as the realities or our days. A 6-year-old such as Lee Dae Jung had lived in such a fantasy world where life itself was beyond one’s wildest dreams. He had a father who loved him, a mother who adored him, and a twin brother who reflected him in every way he never thought possible. All in all, the boy had a family, he had everything he could ever wished for in a life full of security and pure happiness until one day, it all disappeared. In a room shrouded in black, the smiles and the laughter he once shared had been swapped with syringes and tubes that ran up his spine, the fluids tainted in a deep and ominous crimson streaming here, there, and everywhere his frantic eyes shifted off to. Monitors stood along side the table he must’ve spent a good portion of his life on as everything obscured into darkness.
It was crazy, the setting was maniacal, and his future couldn’t be imagined nor fantasized when all he could hear was the wailing screams of others bombarding his thoughts as if telling him to escape, to run, to think of things that didn’t pertain to what had gone on in that room because it was horrible and far too dreadful for a child to withstand. He couldn’t remember everything. He wasn’t even sure if his real name was Lee Dae Jung or if it was just instilled in him ever since a man dragged him into a van without an ounce of hope to an escape. Everything about him changed from there on out. His memories, his thoughts, his emotions, his hair and especially the inner workings of a heart that neither beat nor moved once the monitor failed to trace the pulse of a living and breathing human being. It just stopped with a long deadly chime unable to decipher whether or not the teen was alive or simply tuning out a world that didn’t matter to him anymore.
‘What is a life when it isn’t yours to live?’ Voices started sounding in his head. Whether it was a man or a woman wasn’t really of a concern to him since Dae Jung focused on the content that echoed in his ears. ‘What is in a name that isn’t yours to remember?’ They were filled with one inquiry after the next, the tenors of the other’s voice merely pushing him off the edge of despair whenever he thought something big, something different, and something bright laid at the end of a dark and dreary tunnel he only ever wanted to escape from. Though, things seem to be on the verge of changing when the very tips of fingers detected a variety of textures he wasn’t accustomed to. Usually the cold steel of the table top he laid on or the soft and malleable surface of the tubes that surrounded him was the only things that he knew of; or rather, befriended him since there wasn’t really anything else to talk to. Inanimate objects they surely were, and yet Jung was so desperate for attention, his mind conjured up the most stupidest images he could think of in order to cope with his surroundings. But that didn’t matter now. None of that bullshit ever mattered because as of that moment, he could feel the cool night air licking at his cheek as the brick wall beneath each long and nimble digit guided him down the bustling streets of Seoul.
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