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naomi puckers her lips as she leans over the railing of the riverwalk, looking across the water at the other bank. it’s nice out here, at this time of night. all the tourists are gone and it’s just her and the water. well- tonight it’s her and a friend, who she looks at with a grin on her face. “ do you think you could make it if you jumped across the river ? ”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ with the way her eyes light up, it seems mika was already pondering on naomi’s question, before she’d even had a chance to say it. matching her grin, her energy, her stance- the brunette lets out a soft chuckle, “ yeah. obviously !! with legs like these ... ” a quick pause to showcase the non-existent muscles in her arms, even though yes, she was bragging about her legs, “ but the question is, could you ? could you land FURTHER than me ?? ”

HeeJin in “Queen’s Checkmate!” (2022)

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[ SMILE ] jesse & yON ???

sexual tension prompts! <3

[ SMILE ] : sender begins to grin at something receiver is saying, like a big unstoppable grin.

her eyes widen- she hadn’t seen his smile in a while, it earns a little uncomfortable noise that seems to get caught in her throat as it attempts to surface- almost as if she’s subconsciously pushing it back down again. “why are you smiling? it’s not fucking funny.” juxtaposition to his own, her expression sat deadpan. gaze remaining on his own as she allowed him to chew on her response to his amusement. 

obviously, jesse wasn’t finding her words funny. yon had admitted, with or without her own consent for it, that she still cares for him. i don’t think thats completely settled in her head just yet, it went something along the lines of, ‘you’re all i want, you are all ive wanted, but i don’t need you.’ and as harsh as yon wished it to be, talking face to face, it’s a lot harder to push back emotions that she and both him no longer want to feel. for emphasis, yon decides to repeat, “i don’t fucking need you.” 

she watches as jesse’s smile fades, a little feeling of satisfaction rushes through her - eyes following his every move as she continues, “i’ve never needed you. you’re nothing to me.” his response fills her with rage, ‘keep lying to yourself.’ she hates that he knows her so well, that he’s right. she can’t handle it. yon repeats herself, his nonchalant responses to her statements only adding fuel to the anger that was brewing within her - but of course, it wasn’t just hate, was it? frustration. 

the room they sat in, their old studio, it was only so big. the more their emotions built up - especially yon’s, the smaller the space felt. when’d they get so close, yon wondered. stood facing one another, the females hand sat on his chest for a moment, seemingly to create some space between them- but yon doesn’t push him away. no, her fingers claw at the material, if someone were watching they’d even see her pull him slightly closer. 

they watch each other closely, exchange a few curse words, yon mutters something along the lines of, “i hope i never see you again.” though her voice, her tone, it’s shifted. her annoyance had faded out, completely, leaving her lips was nothing but desperation. he could sense it too, they both know what they wanted. they hated it. but they wanted it so badly.

each other.

there’s a delay, there’s a - we shouldn’t do this. they’d hurt so - the ache of their hearts so desperately clawing at their hungry libido as their gaze remained on one another, but it wasn’t strong enough. their body & soul collides once more, it’s hard to tell who initiated the kiss. yon’s stumbling backwards, her claws still digging against his chest. they only free his skin to create a little stability for herself once the two collide with a table behind them. it happened so quickly she began to get a little dizzy. his lips are arrows, daggers, the deeper the embrace became - the more that hunger and frustration grew. her jaw was soon being painted, yon’s hands danced, her nails hunted - her legs trapping him flush against her. 

not a breath was taken. as his kiss found her neck, that anger rose again and yon found herself pushing back - tumbling from one side of the room to the other - regaining some control. her hands are in his hair, twisting and not so gently pulling as her body desperately creates some friction between them. the caress continues for what seems like forever - their careless and anguished lust for one another was almost trance like ; a trance to be broken by a sudden crash. time starts again, they’re staring at each other, almost in shock. yon pulls away first, immediately backing away and breaking his gaze.

oh shit. 

there’s a silence, that shit eating grin is back. yon takes a second, her lips part as if to speak something important - alas, nothing. she cant conjure up any words. her mind is fuzzy, she’s angry. but no longer at him - at herself. quickly, she gathers up her jacket and without a second thought - she’s gone. 

              its been 2 weeks since the disappearance of mika song. today on social media her family have made a plea to the public for any information on their daughter’s whereabouts. she was last seen with her friend known to the public as  “JO2.”

in the trail of fire i know we will be free again, in the end we will be one. in the trail of fire ill burn before you bury me, set your sights for the sun.

tw: religious topic, religious trauma, gore?, this ones fucked up ok, also its quite long

she drags the red lipstick carelessly, it somehow falls perfectly. the bright tones drawing attention from the darkened haze that lingered in her lifeless optics that sat dormant on the male 2 feet in front of her. a floorboard creaks beneath them, the sound bouncing off of the decrepit oak walls that cornered the two off from the rest of the world, it alarms him. his fear is made evident with a quite tremble. mika loves it. 

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ “‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ blessed be. mae jesus yn dy garu di.  ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ”  ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍translation: jesus loves you. she watched as the realisation sets in, oh how she revelled in the dismay.  ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ “‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ don’t be frightened. remember, nothing shall disturb your slumber. nothing shall bring you harm, uncle. ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ”  ‍ ‍ ‍mike raised a hand, bringing it down harshly to collide with his bloodied cheek. there’s a rush. a feeling. it’s strange. it’s powerful. she loves it. mika loves it. any anxiety that might of sat with her from her flight between seoul and wales had left as that glorious sensation sparked through her veins. this was the right thing to do. her blood lips curve into a smile. her hand comes down again. and again. and again. he’s crying. she’s not stopping.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍  ‍ ‍“‍  ‍ ‍ my child.  ‍ ‍ ”  ‍ ‍ she repeats this phrase to him. he’s 45. she doesn’t care. she wants them to experience that she felt. the blessings their god had given her, all those years ago. it’s her turn to deliver the message. through the cracked glass she spots a female, staring unconsciously into the fire that burned in the centre of their little village. her eyes seemed longing, pained. lost. uncertain. she’s muttering something silently to herself, mika can’t quite figure it out. her mother tongue was lost along with the suffering and hatred her brain locked deep away. as the brunette stared at this young girl, there was a tight feeling growing in her chest. with each blink her face got more and more fuzzy. was she starting to cry? why? prying away her vision for a moment to collect her thoughts mika fought the urge to look again. it was too strong. tearful eyes wander back and the girl is staring her way now. except, it wasn’t “a young girl” it was her. mika song. exactly how she stood that night. the night before everything changed. a voice snaps her out of her own head, it’s jojo. her anxiety melts away and she almost immediately wipes away her tears. they have a job to do. her feet stumble as she takes a step back from the male in the chair and adjusts her collar. her hand gestures toward the door and she shoo’s him off with a warm smile. 

jojo questions her, mika responds simply with, ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ “‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ he needed to be punished. he was breaking rules. it wouldn’t like that, you know it wouldn’t. ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ”  ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍she repeats a couple more phrases in welsh before brushing past him to the front door. mike watched as the male scrambled back to his hut across town. the stars above them judged silently as their light kept the night sky alive. everything was ever-changing, nothing ever stayed. but the stars, the sky, they’d seen it all. they knew what she’d been through - what her and jojo had been through. their judgement was beautiful, it was wanted, it was desired. it’d always be there, their emotions may change, their thoughts may repress. but stars don’t forget - not until death. mika didn’t fear death, not anymore. her father always taught her that death is the most beautiful part of life, that to fear death, is to love. fear is the most important emotion, it brings awareness. when you’re afraid it forces you to be completely aware of your surroundings, it makes you truly present. when you’re truly present thats nirvana. that’s pure love. death is pure love. nothing shall disturb your slumber, nothing shall do you harm. mika’s soft hands, drowned in a dark red find jojo’s cheek, her thumb reassuringly rests on the surface, gently caressing it - returning for him that same melt of anxiety he’d awarded her with earlier. her gaze dances between the sky and his eyes, he’s never changing. her friend, through everything. his stare, it was sad. cold. it might be hard for another to see that, he hid it well. but mika saw it. the agony these people caused him,  it doesn’t leave you. like the stars. 

their home, as broken and as fucked up as it was built up to be. was gone. it was gone forever. so why must the memories linger so? why the longing for a home of the past? why does she want to build something so desperately. is it the hiraeth that’s haunted her? is it the desire to prove something to her father who ran this cult before her? is it to give somewhere jojo can feel safe? to give levi somewhere to feel safe? is it to fulfil her own selfish hunger to inflict her her sorrow onto others?

mika’s loving eyes aren’t the same. there’s something bigger behind them, something dark. sinister. it’s a leading emotion, it’s hard to read but she isn’t the same. this place, it’s changing her. the air, the memories, the people, the leadership, god. her new relationship with him. it’s all building on her already fucked up state completely trapping her in a nonsensical way of thinking. but it’s for the greater good. she knows that. jojo knows that. as fucked up as this mentality is, she has people to care for. a purpose. a home. a chance to make things right. to fix things. to fix the mess she caused all those years ago. 

[ UNBUTTON ] idk ... jinx and yon?

sexual tension prompts! <3

[ UNBUTTON ] : due to heat or stress or other reasons, sender unbuttons the top of their shirt to reveal their neckline.

shameless - although expression does not shift from her regular, dead-pan, disinterested one, her gaze definitely - and noticeably, dances down from jinx’s face, to their neck. it remains there, she’s deep in thought - a question pops up in her head. it’s probably best if she doesn’t ask it, however - yon isn’t one to stop herself. in any situation. 

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ “‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ did you do that on purpose?‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ” ‍ ‍ spoken nonchalantly, she pauses before continuing, ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ “‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ your shirt. did you do it to look cool? it didn’t work.‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ”