#𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇

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soft yandere dream boy whose existence suddenly manifested through your dreams. you didn't know how or when, maybe it's because of how lonely you are that you unconsciously created him inside your mind. but in the midst of your sleep one particular night, he barges in. inviting himself in the land of your slumber.

soft yandere dream boy who didn't know how to explain why he seems to be the only person in your dreams who doesn't act and resemble the others, standing out from the rest of them. it was almost like he was a person with a mind of his own, having his own thoughts and colorful personality, sometimes even getting sassy with you through his remarks.

soft yandere dream boy who likes to scare and surprise you by appearing out of nowhere when you finally allow sleep to lull you into your dreams. he's always playful with you, eyes filled with mischief. a complete contrast to your more gloomy and quiet personality. he makes comments about it from time to time, not really understanding why you're like that at the moment.

soft yandere dream boy who likes to play pretend with you, especially when the setting is inside a school. he assumed you had some odd attachment to it with how frequently your dreams would end up in a school building. he never leaves you alone. joining you in random classes and pretending to be a student there as he never fails to take the spot as your seatmate, stringing you along into his troublemaking ways which always leads to the both of you getting scolded by the teacher.

soft yandere dream boy who is beginning to notice something weird is happening within your dreams. the places looks a little darker than usual, the gloominess of each area resembling pieces of your personality. the people in your imagination grows more and more unfamiliar to what is once human. some bearing grotesque expressions that are so deformed that he could only describe them akin to being a monster in someone's nightmares.

and when he asked you about it, he finally understands everything. you told him that you find it much easier to compare their appearances to monsters, because no human is more evil than them. you've forgotten how human they actually looked like because of how they treated you.

it's the reason why your dreams only consists of you being in the school. why you're constantly nothing but a floating dark cloud of somberness. every single little thing inside your dream is a reflection and parallel of your miserable life. only, you expressed it more creatively in your dreams. he felt awful for not realizing it sooner.

soft yandere dream boy who defended you against those monstrosities when he bumps into you in one of your dreams, being cornered and surrounded by those deformed images of your classmates, his eyes seeing red as he watches them litter your poor little mind with such horrible thoughts.

soft yandere dream boy who decides he wants to help you. help you take your mind off of these horrible things in your life. somehow he can also change the scenery of your dreams. often times, he'll bring you to a beach where the two of you could just sit on the sand. he would encouraged a small activity between the two of you, giving you a small canvas to paint on while he has one of his own. then afterwards, the two of you will show each other what you painted.

he can't lie that he's doing this to prevent something predictably dreadful from happening after finally understanding what you truly feel. he's not quite sure if he is actually able to cheer you up in those moments when you're with him, but he's trying his absolute best just for you.

soft yandere dream boy who can only stand wide-eyed behind the forming crowd of deformities around your bleeding corpse. you had jumped from the rooftop of the school building, shattering your bones into pieces. he was too late. and he deeply regrets that he couldn't actually help stray you away from those agonizing whispers that pushes you to do this. if he only he had reach you in time...

soft yandere dream boy who didn't hesitate tackling you to the ground when you reappeared again in your dreams the next night after he just saw you die in front of him. you're alive! he scolds you for hours while tears are running down his face. he really thought you were gone! that you're never coming back to him and he'll be all alone.

but no matter what he does or how much he pleads, his words never reaches you. ever since your mind registered that you can't fully die in your dreams since you're afraid of feeling pain, you've somehow fallen into an addiction of trying different ways to end yourself before waking up back to your own world.

there's no doubt that sooner or later, he's just bound to snap. who knows what he would do. maybe he'll just take over your realm of dreams so he could stop you from doing this to yourself. he'll create you a new world where you won't have to suffer relieving the horrifying events of your reality. maybe you can even just start living here! where you don't need to wake up and can always be happy. living in everlasting sweet dreams with him by your side ‹𝟹

[w1heda]

“don’t you try to fuck with me.” // @unheald ( negan ) ///

amusement flickers across clarke's features for a moment. it's been... a while since she's had any real kind of threat-- one that actually might have held some weight to it. clarke isn't stupid. she-- her people, they've been watching. and she knows negan and his saviors are serious business. so of course, she's taking it seriously. but at the same time, it's amusing. and for once, it has her interest.

it'd been a few years now since clarke took charge of the coalition. a while since anyone of worth had tried to challenge her for that power. they all knew, each of the clans knew-- wanheda, the commander of death wasn't to be fucked with.

but she smiles here, because, well, negan didn't know all about that, did he?

clarke leans back in her chair, lifting to kick her feet up and rest on the table in front of her. she's aware of the way two of her guard details shift. stand up straighter. she doesn't even look at them. she's not looking at anyone besides negan.

"you think i'm stupid or something? i'll try not to be insulted." she squints briefly before letting out another chuckle. "fun as it'd be to try, i'm a lot smarter than that, thank you very much. you don't get to be... well, me by making impulsive moves. i'm not here to fuck you over, negan."

[azrahelhasmoved]

♱ endless edits of archangel azrael

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[movedtoazrahel]

OTHER ARCH-SIBLINGS ,

when it comes to azrael's relationship with her fellow archangel siblings, she's the closest to gabriel. raphael : she is a bit more distant towards simply because of how serious he can be and he wasn't one of the siblings she spent the most time around. lucifer: she adored him so very much before his fall. and at one point prior to his fall, they were close. even after everything, she adores him but over the years, she has grown more of a fear towards him. finding herself a bit hesitant in his presence. because he can simply end her with a snap of his fingers. michael : azrael respects him. there's always a constant look of admiration from her when he's present ( i mean hello!? it's michael!! who wouldn't be in total awh of him? ). gabriel : basically the one archangel she has the most respect for in a constant manner. gabriel was the one who took care of her when she was younger. the one who taught her all the tricks lucifer taught him. she spent a lot more time with gabriel ( alongside of balthazar as well ) out of every sibling she has. though with him leaving heaven, she was upset but completely understanding of it unlike the others.

[azrahelgone]

hi. yes. azzie was indeed, a leader of one of the factions in heaven. just tossing that out there. @bleakfated's balthazar is the only angel in it thus far cause i'm sort of leaving it open so if anyone wants to toss their angel muse into her faction, lemme know.

[lasplaga]

△ + do you have any regrets?

𓆙      —       𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 △ & 𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑. --- Accepting! 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐓𝐖: 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 / 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒 [ 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ]

The truth was, Osmund had MANY regrets, but they were never choices which led him to the path of martyrdom, nor the circumstances of his birth. Rather, every mortal soul in his life that he had lost, which were precious gifts MEANT to be given unto God. Unrightfully robbed from eternal serenity. Stolen from an everlasting Paradise with HIM. --- They were destroyed past the point of saving, to resurrect with the plaga. What remained, if he was fortunate, were ashes & bones. The Sealer's KNEW of the pests capability to be virtually immortal, & set aflame blasphemous bodies, so as The Devil could not bolster his Legion.

Such a probe invoked a visible level of psychological pain as he felt DISGUSTED to entertain --- being forced to relive the death of individuals that were undeserving in his eyes. Upon his gilded throne, The Father which believed himself untouchable, sighed under an immense weight of innumerable burdens. This was not a call for prayer out of respect for the dead. No, this was a facetious game for an outsider to indulge in, to play at whatever humanity existed within him at some mysterious form. Thus, to rate in a manner of score --- 8/10, quite RESENTFULLY. It took The Priest ages to admit what he perceived to be a unforgivable sin.

" ℑ 𝔯𝔢𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔰 𝔬𝔣 ℭ𝔞𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔞. 𝔅𝔶 𝔪𝔶 𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔰𝔞𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔶 𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔡, 𝔰𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥. 𝔑𝔬𝔴, ℑ 𝔞𝔪 𝔩𝔢𝔣𝔱 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔬𝔫 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔤𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔶 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔪𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯, 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔶 𝔥𝔲𝔪𝔞𝔫 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔠𝔥 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔥𝔦𝔪, 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔰𝔦𝔠𝔨𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰. " But it was never that simple, was it? " 𝔖𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔪𝔞𝔡𝔢 𝔲𝔫𝔦𝔣𝔦𝔢𝔡 𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔯 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔢𝔵𝔢𝔠𝔲𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫. 𝔑𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔯𝔢𝔪𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔪𝔲𝔫𝔢, 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔠𝔥 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔶𝔰 𝔪𝔢. ℑ 𝔭𝔲𝔫𝔦𝔰𝔥 𝔪𝔶𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣, 𝔣𝔬𝔯 ℑ 𝔣𝔞𝔦𝔩𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔡𝔬𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢. ℑ 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔡𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢. ℑ𝔣 𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔶 ℑ 𝔥𝔞𝔡 --- "

There was nothing Lord Saddler could have done to impede 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕖'𝕤 ruthless reign, to change the unalterable end of The Queen's treachery, & perennial torment upon The Last Castellan. --- But that would never stop him from TRYING.

[mguvmii]

៚˚˖ rᥙᥣᥱ᥉ bᥱf᥆rᥱ rᥱqᥙᥱ᥉tιᥒg !

here's my list to look over! If youre unsure about something, either message me or send an ask <3! (before you read this , take a look at my carrd for the requirements to interact and ask!)

𔔁 minors and adult shipping isn't allowed here! This means smut between them and other mature themes. I prefer legal characters to ship. Platonic is allowed for minors and adults.

𔔁 certain topics I will not write about , mainly included heavy topics. These asks ans topics are restricted:

• cnc ,, noncon ,, dubcon.

• incest (includes stepceat) ,, r!pe ,, sa.

• yandere ,, abo (alpha beta omega).

𔔁 regarding scheduling, I will start to open certain time limits to request an anime / character before I announce that I won't be writing for them temporarily.

• This is because theres certain characters im just tired of writing for over and over. (Tbhk, it's amazing but I'm taking a break from them!) I will make a post to let you guys know when I will write for them and how long! (Once the deadline is closed don't send asks about them.)

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• 𝖲𝖾𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗇 𝖬𝗂𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗌

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• 𝖫 𝖫𝖺𝗐𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗍

• 𝖬𝗂𝗌𝖺 𝖠𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖾

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✶ 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 .!

• 𝖱𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗈𝗄𝗎 𝖪𝗒𝗈𝗃𝗎𝗋𝗈

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• 𝖪𝖺𝗇𝗋𝗈𝗃𝗂 𝖬𝗂𝗍𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗂

• 𝖴𝗓𝗎𝗂 𝖳𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗇

• 𝖳𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗍𝗈 𝖬𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗈

• 𝖠𝗄𝖺𝗓𝖺

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• 𝖱𝗎𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗍𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇

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• 𝖮𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗆𝗎𝗌 𝖯𝗋𝗂𝗆𝖾

• 𝖡𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖻𝖾𝖾

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✶ 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄/ 𝐊𝐏𝐎𝐏 𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐒

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[whoseafraidofliloleme]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝑶𝒇 𝑼𝒔.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐉𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐘𝐍. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬.

𝐖/𝐜: 1.8 𝐤.

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞/𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬: 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐚𝐮, 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬,𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐉𝐚𝐲 x 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫.

★Enhypen Masterlist★

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You stood on the outskirts of the ballroom. This wasn’t the first ball you’ve been to but it was by far the most extravagant.

The decorations around the room itself looked more expensive than the humble little cottage you lived in with your family. It made sense why, this was the first event hosted by the Cha family since they moved from London to this small city of Leicester.

You didn’t understand why anyone would move from the capital of the world London to little old Leicester. Then again, you’ve never left Leicester so you don’t know what London is even like. You’d love to visit one day.

“Why are you standing here all alone dear sister?” You turned to see your brother Captain Kim Namjoon smiling down at you.

You smiled, taking the glass of juice he was holding out to you.

“Being a wallflower is my job at these balls brother dear, you know this” you told him cheekily. Smiling when your brother gave you a look. Shaking his head, he went off into the droves of people. Probably to find his friends.

What you didn’t expect was that after your brother came, his friends came and asked for you to dance with them. To the point your dance card was filled with all his friends.

There went your idea of just standing around admiring the couple’s around you or making small chat with the locals you knew.

Taking a break from dancing, you were sipping water at a table when the chair next to moved and someone sat down. You didn’t think much of it, they were tired from dancing too probably not going to talk to you.

“Ahem” you turned to the sound of the man next to you.

You are stunned into silence, the most handsome man is sitting next to you. How do you even talk to this man. His brown eyes are shining with amusement, that is when you realise you’ve been staring at him in silence.

Clearing your throat.

“Hello, how can I help you sir?” You ask calmly. You can feel the sweat gathering in your hands, you discreetly try to wipe you hands on the table cloth.

“Well madam I ce with the goal of asking you to dance but seeing that your dance card is full that is out of question.” This man tells you.

You sigh, hating your brother and his friends in this moment but carry on regardless.

“Normally this wouldn't happen but my brother is home and his friends think making me dance all night is a fun time.” Irritated, you take the dance card and pretend to rip it up.

The man next to you laughs but takes the card out of your hands. His gloved hand touching yours. Even through the fabric you felt this spark run through you. You meet his eyes and stare into them. He does the same, both of you creating your own world in this bustling ballroom. The starring stops when he puts your dance card on the table again.

“Well can I at least know the name of this enchanting women next to me” he asks you calmly.

You smile at him, nodding your head.

“Kim YN and pray tell sir what is your good name?” you say shyly, looking at the table not wanting to make eye contact.

“Park Jongseong but my friends all call me Jay my lady” He smiled at you, taking your hand and kissing it. That left you feeling like you were blushing all over. What is going on with you today.

Before you could say anything. Your brother came to your table. In a rush to get you to leave and so you left without even saying a proper goodbye to one Park Jongseong.

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The Next Day.

You were casually doing some knitting in the living room. Today was a rare day off for you. Normally you would be helping your father at your shop but with your brother back from the navy, Namjoon was helping out rather than you.

Your best friend Chaeryeong was playing the piano, while your sister was helping your mother in the kitchen. It was rare for the house to be only women. That is until the doorbell went. Confused, your younger sister went to get the door. She opened the door for a few seconds before slamming it shut and coming running into the living room.

“YN HAS A SUITOR CALLING FOR HER” Wonyoung screamed. Making Chaeryeong bang her hands on the piano keys in shock. You dropped your knitting needles and your mother dropped whatever was in her hands in the kitchen.

Your mother came out, sent Wonyoung to go call your father and brother through the back door, told Chaeryeong to help you get ready and she went to call this suitor of yours inside.

Chaeryeong looked at you questioningly, but you were just confused at who this suitor could be. This would be the first suitor you had ever had. Chaeryeong having met with many suitors before, took the lead in getting you dressed finely, while you were getting dressed Wonyoung joined, telling you that your father and brother were talking to this suitor. You asked her if she knew who it was, but she refused to tell you.

Coming to the living room you stood in the door way shocked when you saw who it was.

Park Jongseong was the suitor?

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2 Years Later.

Who would’ve thought that the Cha ball would lead to you finding the love of your lie. Here you were a year later, happily married to Park Jongseong. It was a simple life; you didn’t know how rich Jay was until you moved into his family mansion. The mansion which you were now the mistress to. That was even harder to believe. From your house where you did chores, helped out around the house to a mansion where there were maids, cooks and butlers to do your bidding.

No matter how many times the cooks or even Jay would tell you not to, you couldn’t help but cook in the kitchen or clean rooms. It was unneeded but it reminded you of home and so you did it nevertheless. Plus, after tasting your food, Jay didn’t complain about you cooking. He found a new hobby in cooking, he made your favourite dishes for your first birthday after marriage, it was very good, and you swore angrily at the heavens for making your husband so perfect.

That first year went by simply and wonderfully. Now into your 2nd year of marriage was lonely. Jay was away often due to work and so you were left to send letters to him. That was the only form of contact you had with each other.

Still, you cherished every letter Jay sent you and kept the gifts he sent safely. You wrote letters to him every day, whether you decided to send them was up to you, but it was now a habit to write a letter about your day addressed to Jay. It wasn’t until you got a letter from Jay that you would reply with a letter of your own. Going line by line replying to everything said and unsaid in the letter.

The maids liked to gossip about how much you loved your husband with the number of letters you write, little did they know, the letters they saw you writing weren’t sent, you kept them safe, You had a plan for these letters, but that plan had to wait until Jay came back.

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Sickness.

It was a few years into your marriage that you got sick one day. It was in that week where Jay was home. He didn’t leave your bed side, taking it upon himself to make sure you got better.

You didn’t however. Day by day, your illness got worse and worse. The doctors couldn’t figure out what was wrong, the whole mansion was worried for you. It was when you were at your worst that you requested for Jay to bring your family here, if you were going to go, you wanted to see them.

Jay vehemently denied that you were going anywhere but still brought your family to you. It was a joy to see your siblings, nieces and nephews as well as your parents. Chaeryeong and some other of your close friends had come along too and it really felt like a reunion.

However rather than happy tears of seeing each other. It was sad tears of seeing the state you were in, the denial that Jay was in about your condition.

They stayed for longer than was planned but none of them could bare to leave either of you alone.

The dreaded day finally came. You died in your sleep peacefully leaving your husband, family and friends.

The funeral was held and all your affairs were dealt with immediately. Your family left he mansion but promised Jay to keep in contact, they had lost a daughter and didn’t want to lose a son in Jay either.

The house staff didn’t know how to deal with things after you had gone. The mansion was devoid of your laugh, your playful scolding. You were gone and everyone felt it, it hurt them all.

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Her Final letter.

A few days after your funeral. Jay was looking through some papers of yours when he found a letter, addressed to him, dated the day before your death.

Dearest Husband of mine,

I know by the time you read this letter. I would be gone. I’m sorry that I broke our vows, till death do us part. Yet I’ve left you alone, or that I will forever be sorry my dear.

Our courting and marriage were the happiest times for me, I didn’t expect to find my soulmate, but I did and I’ve never been happier than when I am with you Park Jongseong.

This will be a lot to ask but if you can please find it in your self to fall in love again, don’t push everyone away, find love again, get married, have children. Live a fulfilled life. I’ll be watching from above.

That is a big ask, but I know how you are Park Jongseong, just reading the above paragraph you scoffed at the idea of falling in love again and I understand that but if not love then please live life at it fullest. Do that for me.

We didn’t get nearly as many years as we should’ve, but I hope in another life, we find each other again and that time we are together forever.

Let’s find each other again in another life Park Jongseong, I promise to love you even more in the next life and not leave you early.

Your Wife Park YN.

Though YN had asked him to live a fulfilled life. The next day, the maid found Park Jongseong asleep with this letter in his hands. He didn’t wake up, in a panic she called the doctor who confirmed that Park Jongseong had died in his sleep just like his wife.

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me writing kissing memes: pretty sure if you kiss azzie, she tastes clean. and by that i mean spearmint.

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