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young god | chapter 10

chapters: | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 |

word count: 3.9k

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description: finding momentary refuge in a cafe across town, Han Jisung is holding onto his facade by a thread, and a talk with Detective Bang Chan – and Police Captain Kim Woojin – leaves him more shaken than ever before. Things have changed, time is running out, and a sudden turn of events leads Jisung all the way back to your doorstep.

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10| dead end

Han Jisung sat facing the windows of a cafe whose name he neither remembered nor cared for, absently stirring a cup of coffee that had gone cold an hour ago.

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"I really felt something, really. I'm not saying you didn't, but it seems like you didn't feel it enough."

My brother Ben♡

prettier than the sunrise 

[11:31]

“Hyunjin, do you know why I’ve called you here?” You asked, leaning forward onto your desk, watching as the boy in front of you nervously played with his own fingers

“I don’t,” He admitted, but he knew there was something wrong, he could tell

“You accidentally called me last night,” You stated, and Hyunjin cocked his head

“I accidentally called you…?” He repeated in confusion

“You did,” You confirmed, standing up “I assume you probably said my name, and your phone picked it up as a call- something along those ridiculous lines,”

“Oh- I’m sorry for any inconvenience-”

“I wasn’t done, Hyunjin,” You walked over to the boy “You called me while you were masturbating,”

Hyunjin’s eyes widened, first in surprise, then fear. His breathing seemed to have stopped, and he remembered- he was saying your name while touching himself last night.

“I-I’m so sorry,” He somehow stuttered out, voice shaky, unsure of what else he could do

“Don’t apologise,” You soothed, but Hyunjin didn’t look at you, his ears were unbelievably red “I thought it was cute,”

“Cute?” He asked, gulping, suddenly realising what you were implying when you leaned in closer to him, your lips barely an inch away from his

You smirked before pressing your lips to Hyunjin’s. He didn’t react immediately, but when he did, you pulled away, much to the boy’s disappointment.

“You’re hard,” You stated, looking down to the bulge in Hyunjin’s black pants

He said nothing, instead choosing to whimper when you started rubbing him. You turned the boy around and pushed him against the front of your desk, rubbing his growing bulge harder.

“I can’t wait to hear those pretty moans you were making last night in person,” You said, whispering the words into his ear, and Hyunjin shivered

As a genre, angst always has a way of pulling on your heartstrings and evoking powerful emotions. It’s one of the less written for genres because of this. Not everyone can handle the pain of losing the one you love most or the slow torture of coughing up flowers that grow in your lungs.

If you’re one of those people then these stories aren’t for you. I wanted to create a collab that celebrated angst at its finest. I’ve compiled twelve of the most heartwrenching angst themes and twelve extremely talented authors to help me with my mission, and we have worked hard to do each one justice. 

With that, I humbly present Outro: Tear The Angst Now Told. Make sure to have tissues ready.

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Why is everyone so obsessed with INFJs?

INFJs are natural masters of mirroring emotions (that is, they shadow your subconscious in a way that disarms you because you see your feelings mirrored in them) . They are introverts, but come across extraverted in individual exchanges for this reason (warm and inviting). They don’t directly challenge people, but instead get people to challenge themselves. That is, they are disarming due to their ability to quickly read others body language, emotions and genuine feelings about, well anything. In this, they are adept at getting others to feel comfortable — opening up.

Talking with an INFJ for a short period of time leaves me feeling comfortable communicating about all kinds of things I wouldn’t normally share with a stranger (that is, I quickly feel understood where few understand me). The exchange is one direction, by design, and that’s not really on purpose but just a natural process of INFJ exchange. For when you step back and think about it you realize that the INFJ hasn’t really shared much of their own feelings, but rather they created a very safe non threatening place for you to express your own - and in the moment you feel on the same page as them. This is what intrigues me most about INFJs, they have very strong values and opinions but often don’t share them out of respect for a deeper and stronger desire to allow people to be authentically themselves - that is, they don’t want to poison other’s natural opinions by injecting their own that may conflict. In this regard, the INFJ feels connected to a human and they are driven to understand and help others feel understood. This culminates in their desire to help people help themselves and become more full. The paradox here is that the INFJ wants to be understood too, but they are guarded (I suspect out of a human state [or projection] of feeling others can read them the way they read people so well — as an INFJ it must be scary to think someone could look into their soul and see so transparently how they really feel about the world, it’s easier to keep that hidden so that it doesn’t disrupt the harmony they’ve created with the other). It takes a lot of connection and a long time for an INFJ to really trust themselves to share their true feelings (the deep dark sides of their soul) with others.

What this does, is it creates this mysterious draw towards the INFJ who can quickly clam up and withdraw from exchanges when the world bares down on them (which it does often). This leaves people (particularly other deep, intuitive types) wanting to understand them. I have yet to meet an INFJ that I wasn’t intrigued by. They are deep and caring souls, who often take on the weight of the world for those they mentor and care for. The best I can articulate it is to assign them the title sherpard of souls - to those fortunate enough to be in their world. It’s only natural to want to return the favor, in trying to understand them better.