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soft!eunwoo

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you suit everything 🥺

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prince charming who? i only know cha eunwoo

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moodboard for eureka

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𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚.

          It’s late, or is it early? Seojun glanced over the clock ticking on the wall across him. It’s almost four in the morning, yawning as he stretched his arms up in the air. He rubbed his tired eyes and zoned out for a moment, he could feel the drowsiness and exhaustion seeping into his bones as time slowly draws close to the rise of the sun. He decided to call it a day and retreat to his room for the day, yawning while he exited his office.

          Then it hits him, an unfamiliar scent. That’s odd, spending most of his time in the haedogje pa’s headquarters made him familiar with each of the members distinct scents. Curiosity got the best of him as he approached where the scent is coming from. As he got closer, he can start picks up distinct noises, fastening heartbeat, ragged breath and the noise of sole’s friction against the ground. 

          His heartbeat picks up and suddenly, he doesn’t feel so tired and sleepy anymore. What should he do? Should he alert someone about this? Someone except him should’ve picked up the intruder’s scent, right? It must be a lucky day for the said intruder that seojun, a weak fledgling, to find him instead maybe jaesung or their leader, gyuri. 

          Too caught up in his thoughts, seojun nearly jumped in shock when he saw the intruder. He took a step back, gulping down as he tries to think the most rational thing to do. Jaesung once told him that he either make use of his enhanced ability to run back to him or try to fight and defend himself, but seojun wasn’t that type of person at all. 

          “ Uh, ” he started, unsure if the other is the talkative type of person. Maybe he could stall time until someone come to his aid, if the other haven’t attack him, that means he’s safe (for now), right?

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          Tonight hadn’t been a good run.

            Right after the delivery,   he should’ve known better that he’s been stalked after;   loose ends threatened by either   OPHELIA   or    TRAVELER,   the intent is clear when he is temporarily stunned by a medium - level exorcism entrapment and enchantments.   Iseul barely avoids the eternal banishment from the area,   which is such a hassle,    in the cost of engaging more with tooth and bones ——   unlucky for them,   they failed to expect a surprise:    Kwon Iseul is also a Djinn.

            Took him a few failed attempts to make a decent hallucination to shrug them off his escape since the last time his father forced lessons on him;   that finally,    the Runner is able to unhitched their noses on his trail back to safety.   However,   that just screwed up the rest of his stamina coupled with blind panic that he forced his last strength to phase through   anywhere.    Unlucky for him,   SAFEWORD   isn’t much of a beacon right now than the security within    YONGSAN CONDO.

            Mom had always talked fondly,   of stories stored in every room and back passages that she familiarised with which allowed Haedogje Pa’s members to travel through.    In particular,   one that made especially for her kind  and   her   once she earns her importance in their arsenal...  is the same one that Iseul passed through,   collapsing on the very wall he’s fluid along as he slips down and hung his head down.    Breathe in,   breathe out,   he reminds himself,   mind ever treacherous in sending out    panic attacks   draining him of his strength and even so,   after sudden   mental & emotional necessity   to recreate nightmares to inflict   PAIN   ,   those that Iseul had tried to run from before.       

     ˚❛     Seojun ...     ❜˚        He can never mistake that voice,   this presence,   head barely nodding well to a figure he’s never seen in years,    but never let itself known unless he calls for it specifically.   Ironic,   that it chose a time like   this   when Iseul can never voluntary ask for his old friend even from what he remembers.     

            Shaky hands and shaky breathing,   from arms resting on his knees bent as he wishes the floor to swallow him instead.      ˚❛     It’s been a while...    Have you come to finally reprimand me   ...?     ❜˚        

                                                                                  *  @blisande​

idiot’s run | w. iseul

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cha eunwoo loves his members.

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Great conversation.

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follow me like fears i swallow. ✦ eunjin / iseul.

            FAMILIARITY   is becoming more of a frequent thing with Iseul as soon as path taken from diverging from his roots to O-Jeom’s network.   Not that he’ll never look back far enough to ensure he can look forward with enough comforting relief in his chest,   but he won’t deny the lightness that    NORMALCY   brings that reminded Iseul of Mom’s stories,   of her world in a family   ( @jaesungkg​​ )   unknown to him,   of small humane things that give her happiness.

            Mom has always voiced out she wanted to keep every stray dog they meet and wondered how Iseul had been more fond of cats that keep jumping everywhere on his person wherever they go.   At least,   they agreed on liking sweets together;   to that,   Iseul still dedicates a portion of his time once a day to sustain his sweet tooth.    So to find a   CAT CAFE   in the heart of Seoul’s busy streets and lively crowds,   as Iseul sidesteps them and let   OPHELIA   handle the front lines that he doesn’t really want to involve himself in,   is one of life’s blessing.   Tough luck,   perhaps. 

            Iseul usually pays beforehand for a schedule so the staff won’t be alarmed if he manages to own his usual corner to play with the felines while enjoying his milk tea,  and today will never be an exception;   for the boy rarely misses his appointments and calls prior to moving anything before just   POPPING   out of nowhere.   And he does just    POP   in literally,   never bothering to   SOLIDIFY   himself as he unconsciously adapts to move swiftly within the   VEIL. 

     ˚❛     A heart for you,   and one for you !      ❜˚        Excited soft murmurs heard from the obscured corner of one of the cat booths where scratching posts and mini cat cushions are,   as the Ghost’s happiness affected his   VISIBILITY   so to let the cats be familiarised with him again.   Cats can sense and see Ghosts but since Iseul is only half - blooded,   his need to hide drop in favour of his desire in interacting with the cute felines,   squishing their paws one after another once he had given   LOVE HEARTS   to each and every one of them.    It’s good practice,   Theodora did say he should work on being more expressive.

            Time pass even slower with Iseul enjoying himself,   actually forgetting the other thing he came in for:   his   BOBA TEA.

 ▬▬▬▬  ＆；   @dhannpir ， plotted sc.   : timeline set after pre-established with @theolunar​

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please have mercy and set me free. ✦ jaesung & iseul.

            Shadowing   OPHELIA   and doing runs for her little club for most of his time nowadays takes his mind off the tenacious years that he has to keep up with his feet and spending most of his life hiding behind the   VEIL   ;    a rabbit   running,  running,  running   with heart forced from sleeve into his throat for   FEAR   ,    of his father’s knives into his bones and of now,   of his mother’s claws into his flesh.

            A house to return to   and   a person to anchor upon   do not mean that Iseul has shaken off habits necessary for his survival,   which prompts him to spend the rest of his hours off work for   himself.   He is a damn well fast Runner,    he has to be if he wants to keep his life,    and    RUNNING    is something he’s best besides from   SILENCING   &   HIDING   from the world,   so he finds himself in an   ABANDONED WAREHOUSE   since the clientele is so intent of having it away from any organisation’s turf.    

           Except right after he drops the package of drugs off and his back turns away,    a   CHOKE FOLLOWED BY GURGLES   loudly echo in his ears,   and Iseul sharply returns to assess the   SEVERITY LEVEL   of his situation.

    ˚❛     For   ‘ dead men to tell no tales ’...    you sure made it   mercilessly   so.     ❜˚        The Ghost remarks,    crouched down to inspect the bloody mess left of the criminal and as he straightens to stand,   his grey eyes fleet calculatingly;   retracing routes and exits of the warehouse in his head though his hands clasp behind his back,   the shape of his   GUN   and the warmth of the   WIRE   settle 'round his hips on a holster belt.

                                 “ Always leave an exit.   Know every access points.    Run. ”                                       Mom’s voice heeds ;   warning,   worrying,    commanding.

            Ticking,  ticking,    shoulders tensing;   body readying to phase out from the mortal plane   and   RUN THE HELL AWAY FROM HERE.   A short,  quick sigh taken while Iseul steadies himself as he stands in a pool of blood for the first time in the night;   preferably that he doesn’t intend to witness any unnecessary bloodshed.    As much as he reckons he still has enough self - control,   Iseul is still   shit   in holding back a Djinn’s lust for blood. 

    ˚❛     ...If you want a fight,   I’m   not    interested.    See you never.     ❜˚        

 ▬▬▬▬  ＆；   @jaesungkg​ ， plotted sc.   : timeline after reconnecting with @blisande​

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#nofucksgiven

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cutest innocent baby

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get you a roommate that will brush your teeth when you’re too drunk to do it yourself

bonus:

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deal with the devil’s maiden. ✦ jiwon & iseul.

            Only gentle gusts of breezes signal his arrival whenever he feels like making an entrance,   as opposed to knocking on the doors to the Boss’ office just like everyone else does.   He knows he’ll be called out for his   impudent   behavioural trespasses through the walls and into the room itself,   but it’s just a room like anything else;   nothing matters to a Ghost,   even the rumours and distaste in the air within O-Jeom’s network.

           Iseul is a Runner,   and no matter how much he runs,   he is expected to run back to O-Jeom.   More so,   back to   OPHELIA’s   side regardless of any reasons,  excuses,  intentions or emotions.

           This time around,   the Runner brings back a good alcoholic drink as courtesy of one of his clienteles outside of O-Jeom.   For every trespass forgiven is an expectation that he will bring something else besides from news he picked up along the roads.   Today,   as he   UNVEILS HIMSELF   from the dust and shadows,   Iseul places down a wine glass and an   offering   to soothe the Boss’ nerves or rather,   guarantee that she will not lash at him.   Well,   he can always run away,   but ever since that her magic had known his on the day they met,   Iseul needs to be more careful around her.

            For   OPHELIA FOUND HIM   in between life and death on a rainy midnight,   the Veil between the living and the dead closing in on his immortal body that his mother had attempted to take with her that time.   For he felt   OPHELIA AND HER MAGIC   aided his essence back,   for   OPHELIA GAVE HIM   more than a push in keeping his existence;   she promised him a   PURPOSE.       

            As Iseul makes himself comfortable in some corner of her office,   having a glass himself to show the safety of the drink,   he chides her,

    ˚❛     If you keep ignoring your...   health,   your subordinates will think I’m your   KEEPER   more than your Runner.     ❜˚        Then,   a murmur.         ˚❛    Is this your   real   reason why you offered to    KEEP  ME    around ?     ❜˚

 ▬▬▬▬  ＆；   @ophelixs ， plotted sc.  

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got sides we want to hide. ✦ woobin & iseul.

            Preferably,   phasing through walls into the room is much easier than passing by anyone outside said walls.   Better yet,   he prefers it that he needed not to talk with anyone while he keenly scans the surroundings for his clientele   ( @djinnbyul​  )    within the group.    Iseul debated before that he can call the other to discuss further business,   but he didn’t mind the walk to which the sources   ( neighbours )    pointed where Hyeon Eunbyul is.

            As much as the reason borders his fine lines about work,   Iseul will still deny that this is merely an   excuse   to hold a conversation with the man...   disregarding the fact that Iseul   rarely   initiates contact outside any boundary of work   and   personal life.   After all,   the Ghost didn’t miss the way the Djinn act   differently   around him when they first held an encounter;   which   intrigued   Iseul regarding Eunbyul’s behaviour that flickers a sense of   FAMILIARITY   here and there,   then sometimes,   most of the times,   nowhere.   Confusion is the best description to paint whatever   interest   that Iseul gathered,   but then again,   he also cannot ignore the paintings he seems to favour from Eunbyul’s vivid imagination.

            Shedding the Veil’s shadows from his person,   Iseul makes himself minuscule and unnoticeable,  skirting closely to the walls and corners of the room as somebody blocks his vision that the man then tries to look behind the physical barrier. 

    ˚❛     Eunbyul...    is not here...   isn’t he ?     ❜˚        Absent - minded thoughts pour unfiltered through lips,   as grey eyes continue sorting out faces and bodies behind the blockage blurred by his inattention to the actual body before him.

 ▬▬▬▬  ＆；   @kgwoobin ， plotted sc.   : present time regarding @djinnbyul​

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covered in colours apart from the seams. ✦ eunbyul / iseul.

            Iseul has never been fond of therapists.

            To be fair,   he’s never really fond of people,   except when crowds are useful for blending in and covering his tracks.   Finding himself occupying an unused chair by the corner of the room in the midst of a   group therapy   is something Kwon Iseul will never do...   well,   except that exceptions are made to satiate his curiosity.

          His fingers drum on his arms where his cheek rest,   head lay down,   as   silently  as he can;   boredom as a mask to anxious or impatient ticks he’s been practising to completely wipe off.   Being silent is not an issue to a    GHOST   ,    certainly not to one who’s been used to the comfort of being dead enough to use the   VEIL   as a cloak and being alive enough to escape the souls attempting to attach themselves to him.

           By memory,   the boy is aware that his friend attends these   therapies   that never worked on Iseul nor Iseul wanted to work and that by extension,   Iseul is more than welcome to attend this event himself.   Well,   as close as   “attending”   as Iseul defines...   if it counts that Iseul is   NOT PRESENT   in the mortal plane   but still resides on an unused chair reserved for one physical somebody.    Silent and   HIDDEN   are things that Iseul finds comfort in being a Ghost as voices float above his head,   eyes emptily gazing through every person until it lands on Hyeon Eunbyul. 

            Hyeon Eunbyul,   who is sitting still and looking pretty five seconds ago.             Hyeon Eunbyul,   who is holding a chair and looking   murderous   now. 

            Hyeon Eunbyul,   who Iseul definitely has his eyes on now,   alert and awake as his head raises in alarm.   Quick assessment jumps to impulsive reflex;  his transparent arm reaches   through   a very fragile vase hastily,   SOLIDIFYING HIMSELF   as he swipes the thing off the pedestal——   CRASH !! ——   as Iseul calmly lays his cheek against his arm again with an attempt to look bored rather than cautious before the group catches on.   

    ˚❛    Finished  ?     ❜˚        Iseul’s soft, disinterested tone cuts through the gasp and surprises from the cracked glass shards on the floor,   though his tense shoulders say otherwise.   The darkness of the greyness in his optics tell   let’s go, let’s go, let’s go   as he remains seated on his chair,   passing the decision to Eunbyul’s judgement.

 ▬▬▬▬  ＆；   @djinnbyul ， plotted sc.