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ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴀs sɪᴍᴘʟʏ ᴍɪɴᴀʜ, ɪs ᴀ sᴏᴜᴛʜ ᴀs ᴀ sᴏʟᴏ sɪɴɢᴇʀ ɪɴ 2015. sʜᴇ ʜᴀs
ᴋᴏʀᴇᴀɴ ɪᴅᴏʟ sɪɴɢᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴄᴛʀᴇss. sʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴠᴀʀɪᴏᴜs ғɪʟᴍs ᴀɴᴅ
ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴀ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴏғ ɢɪʀʟ ɢʀᴏᴜᴘ ᴛᴇʟᴇᴠɪsɪᴏɴ sᴇʀɪᴇs.❝ i love you. i'm glad you exist. i'm so happy that you're alive. ❞
It’s 2 am and I’m trying to figure out how to take care of myself.
—dsfunctional (via wnq-writers)
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victor and yoongi. the combination itself is rather peculiar, and definitely clashing to some extent. the similarities were unreal, yet there are such difference contrasting their own actions that would leave them both confused, brows knotted tightly together because everything that they have done together is a taboo itself that victor dared not to speak of, hiding the very factor that he might just like yoongi a tad more than any other fellow humans in this overpopulated world. sarcasm, narcissistic comments slowly becoming a front, a facade for victor to continue living how he always should be — ill mannered and sharp. denying the very truth that the older has already caught onto everything just like a god of death chasing for it’s prey, hunting them down only to throw them into the merciless shades of red. now that he has accustomed to yoongi’s arms, warmth engulfing him tight within good nights of sleeps, the cockiness within him still dares to increase yet ended just 0.5cm below the red line, because yoongi’s wrath is the very thing that concludes victor’s greatest fear. (not that he’d admit it out loud, god, that’d be so fucking embarrassing.) and it’s partly because of that that the younger boy slowly starting to know the route to the older’s place like his own, and could he really blamed himself for being like this? instead, he pushed it all to yoongi — without him even knowing of course — for intoxicating the vibrant red clouds of his mind into deep shades of grey. was it addiction, or was it something else completely different? victor never knew the answer, nor trying to dig for clues — that’d be digging his own grave. if anything, he refuses to die young.
“hey, what if i’m not a real person?” hah, great imagination victor. way to go, what are you, a fucking vampire? “what if let’s say, i’m the fragment of something deep within you, projecting visual analogs just to mess your brains up a little. wouldn’t that be fun? i mean, human mind is so interesting, isn’t it? it lets you believe what you want to believe, but refuses to believe the impossibles.”
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there are certain random times that his own thought would caught up to him, anomalous ting of wonder spinning spiral to his spine and gushes out all those curiosity he had held back within the very far back of his mind, mouth blurting out the theories of the world and suddenly his tongue isn’t so sharp anymore. even though there’s a hint of spice within the tip, but victor managed to dull it with a sip of water, gargling it enough for the taste to go away. there are often times that he has found deep conversation as something really nice to do — something really attentive for a mere boy like him just to concentrate on and have a good debate of the topic, because victor is a debater, he loves contorting beautiful piece of artwork into a negative piece of shit. and here once again that his back slumped against the leather couch, feet hanging loosely on the top of the table with his eyes bore into the older male’s. “you should fear the living.” he muttered out, fingers numbed from the chilly weather that breezes through the open window. “they’re physical, capable of violence, manipulation, talking behind your back, destroying your heart..” and he goes on, naming reasons why human are the strongest weapon of mankind. “but the catch is that, you are your own greatest enemy. your brain, it is capable of self destruction. why do you think that there’s increase of suicide rates every year in this goddamn country? it’s the people around us, and ourselves. if you have a weak mentality, you probably wouldn’t even make it out alive.”
There are times when I am convinced I am unfit for any human relationship.
—Franz Kafka, from Letters To Felice (via nxyns)
THAT KID. HE WAS such a tease, such a smartass and Yoongi, in his own smartssness, just wanted to slap him and teach him what his place was, especially in his studio. But last thing he wanted were troubles so, besides biting his inner cheek with frustration and give him a quick glare, he couldn’t exactly do much.
« I’m not desperate. » He snorted out, slapping lightly the younger one’s visage with the used cloth before putting it aside. He would have had to wash the carpet later, when the boy was out and he could rant to his manager about the kid’s attitude irking him in so many levels. « I just know what means earning money thanks to my efforts and mine alone, living with no one helping me and often being without food for days. Do you know how does it feel? »
the fact that yoongi even let him inside his studio still surprises him nevertheless, because the equation of a brat, a drink and expensive equipment doesn’t go together, and what does yoongi has in his right minds to even let someone like him in? either the elder male is clueless, or maybe it’s because the confidence that he could tie victor’s hands together in a tight knot. but what’s the use when the knot is LOOSE? no, the knot isn’t even there bounding against victor’s wrist, and victor may have enjoyed that fact way too much that it got him cackling to himself hysterically, eventually hinting his mischievous self forewarning the male — because he is PROUD of his despicable self, the ability to set fire within one’s soul never been so fun for victor to toy with. (just before one reaches limits though, because a hard lesson is learnt, and oh how he fears the seclusion that people would’ve thrown at his face when they had enough of him. )
but with that aside — right now, victor is not so VICTORIOUS anymore, is he? victor — who only knows how to handle paperworks would obviously be inferior to yoongi’s musical abilities. although he likes the weight of guitar against his lap, keeping his nails long enough just to strum those strings into mellifluous tunes — it’s not up to par with whatever the shit yoongi does in here. with cords drapping around everywhere, machines over here and over there and — in all honesty, he may have envied the older male a tad. victor hasn’t really discovered himself, nor find any passion or is fascinated in anything other than his mirror and his sharp tongue. possibilities consider; if he kept this up, he’ll probably stuck being a boss that his underlings hates in the far future. “hyung, of course you’re going to experience life MORE than me. i’m just a nineteen year old virgo who is enthusiastically TRYING his absolute best to find where his soul has escaped to. i’m still young, i still want to keep a blind eye on adults’ responsibilities.”
( ♚ ) – A heavy sigh escalated from his lips at that moment, mostly because his complete focus had been on the drawing he had been occupied with for the last hour. But the sudden smack of a door and a voice coming from his hall, caused him to drew a single line wrong and he was hating whenever that happened. Yet, when the male stepped into the living room, the two of them just stared at each other, before Jeongguk decided to rise on his feet and then reach for his phone at that moment. ❝ I am feeling like eating pizza– let’s order some? ❞ Free hand was closing together his sketchbook, deciding he needed it out of his sight, to not bring his mood into a red level.
the mighty victor was bored once again today. going through lists of contacts he was UNABLE to keep in touch with anybody, much less too lazy to reply to 37 messages on his sns. his bed that always looks so comforting in the morning is never so boring in his eyes right now. a man, a full grown man like him needs some amusement in life, something ENTERTAINING enough for an ambitious guy who hates humanity to the core. victor abruptly stand up, mumbling cusses after accidentally slamming the door too darn loudly — he made it’s way towards his doppelgänger, hoping that the other male would free him from this cage of ennui. a loud sigh was made, as his feet walked it’s way settling onto the couch, hands reaching for the remote nonchalantly, eyes widened at the sudden question. “yeah, sounds good. ‘m pepperoni though.”
Long nights with no sleep. Something usual for Tamara, but rather new to Victor who was staying over at her place. Only recently had the petite girl downloaded a web browser that gave her access to the dark parts of the internet, and exploring it with someone else was just so much more fun. Darkness surrounded them as they sat in front of Tam’s laptop, their eyes literally glued to the screen that was displaying some video they found in the hidden web. It was sick, definitely, and soon the clip came to an end, leaving the two of them staring absent-mindedly into the air. ❝This has stolen my sanity now.❞
now, victor’s eyes has grew large in curiosity. not only he was INTRIGUE at the ‘deep web’, but he had done countless of researches on it whenever he’s bored. (he’d go on it alone, but being a scared little shit he was, the comfort of the other girl beside him gave him that reassurance that he needed so much encourages him to dig even further.) they had been pointing, clicking and gasping at each and every site that they managed to get their hands on for awhile now, until one certain website that were displaying live videos of something so graphic that victor would’ve been shocked if his mind finally proceeded the information and redeemed that it’s actually HAPPENING live somewhere within in this world. “yep. this is definitely whack.”
