#but in the campaign the reader’s family is in danger and i couldn’t voluntarily put my family through that

[still-with-koo]

hello lilo love! for the wip game, i actually wanted to ask instead if there is a world that you created (even if not very well-rounded) where you would like to teleport there yourself? and if so: what's that world like, environment-wise?

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hi there, ♡ anonie!! what an interesting question, thank you for asking me 🥺🤍

so, initially i thought i’d pick one that feels comforting, maybe some place like reader’s apartment in just neighbours? it’s my dream apartment, exactly as i picture it in my head. and the town is so pretty and quaint. setting aside the heartache, reader’s life is pretty nice too, i think?

but… i realized where i need to be teleported (for a little while) is actually another place entirely. it’s not a comforting place. it’s actually quite terrifying, but i’ve always secretly wished i could be strong enough (physically & emotionally) to fight battles, like a superhero or something (really cheesy, i know). so if i had the chance, i’d want to be teleported to heaven to myself. it’s set in a world like ours, but with one key difference: superheroes exist. and reader has superpowers, of course. now… things go awry when she battles her nemesis, the kim seokjin and develops amnesia because of it…not great… —though i’ll admit i wouldn’t mind amnesia atm with how life’s going, but enough about that— so, yes, take me to a place where i have super strength and can kick some well-deserving butt 🤣🤣 let me show you a snippet, hmm? (this is before the epic battle, btw — and there is some swearing 😯)

➼ heaven to myself | ksj | amnesia au

“Breaking news. Yet another mysterious disappearance in a bizarre series of events this week. In a few minutes, we will be speaking with a woman who claims a man evaporated right before her eyes on her way to—”

“Shut it off,” he says with a groan. “This town is turning into a circus.”

“Sir,” you reply, switching off the tv, “I think you should see this.” You hold out the newspaper with his face splashed across the front cover. “The indictment made front page news.”

He grabs it out of your hands, brows furrowing like little squirrels over his eyes. You smile momentarily.

“Fuck, these bastards don’t know how to mind their own damn business.”

He’s crumpling the newspaper in his hands as if that will do anything to stem the flow of news spreading across the country. He knows they’re coming for him. Lawyers can only get you so far.

“Pack my things. And book me a plane ticket.”

You don’t move.

He glances up and the furrow deepens.

“There’s a passport with my new name in that drawer over there,” he says, vaguely gesturing towards his desk. “Go.”

You remain motionless and when he looks at you he sees you’re smiling widely now.

“What? What is it?”

“You’re not going anywhere.”

He stands, trying to look intimidating as he towers over you. You smirk, holding his gaze from below. Then with a simple push of your finger he flies across the room.

He crashes into the window, the evening skyline outlining his crumpled body. He looks up as you now tower above him. “You’ll stay right here.”

Sirens blare in the distance and your smile widens. “They’re coming.”

The police arrive only minutes later.

Was your show of force necessary? No.

But it felt fucking good.