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PHONING... 𓂃 ࣪˖ 8-BIT STAR.
“Can I get some more tickets?” “Can I get your number?”“What?” “What?”
One of your biggest accomplishments has been completely dominating all the leaderboards at your local arcade- until a new player suddenly wiped you from all of them. You're determined to find out who this mystery player is and your co-worker Soobin is more than happy to help you! Or at least, point you in the right direction.
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[🕹️] gamer!choi beomgyu / gamer! afab! reader [WIP]
genre. fluff , comedy , written
warnings : cursing
playlist.
Leaderboard.
001. WE’RE CLOSED.
જ⁀➴♡ phone in ᝰ.ᐟ
PHONING... 𓂃 ࣪˖ LOVE WAR!!
“We missed you!” “So the two of you decided to... break into my house?”
Being voted into your school’s contest, you’re partnered with class troublemaker Choi Beomgyu and your old childhood friend Choi Soobin. Making sure that the three of you can represent your class well enough is already difficult without the two flirting with you at every turn!
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[🌸] choi beomgyu + choi soobin / afab!reader [WIP]
genre. fluff , humor
warnings : cursing
playlist.
+ tracklist.
001. class rep’s picks.
જ⁀➴♡ phone in ᝰ.ᐟ
PHONING... 𓂃 ࣪˖ Lovers' Roulette.
[🍷] private eye! soobin & afab! criminal! reader [WIP]
genre. suspense , mystery , enemies to lovers , angst , (eventual) fluff , comedy
warnings : use / consumption of cigarettes & alcohol, cursing, suggestive content, death
TEASER.
+ tracklist.
001. Negative Zero Lounge.
જ⁀➴♡ phone in ᝰ.ᐟ
PHONING... 𓂃 ࣪˖ the best of the best.
A written series based off of various Pokémon trainer’s adventures in love, composed for MOA. [WIP]
genre key fluff (f) . angst (a) . humor (h) . comfort (c) .
Dark Room [Artist!Choi Soobin x Photographer!Reader]
Poison type (♡) Psychic type
genre fluff (f) . humor (h) .
The heart of the bustling art scene was hard to stay afloat in, especially in a world as colorful as yours. Soobin finds himself entangled in a complex web of emotions when it comes to his world and more specifically: you. Exhausted of his state of denial, his Pokémon decide to pull together a plan to bring the two of you closer and get him to acknowledge your artistry as well as his true feelings.
You Know Me [Musician!Choi Yeonjun x Nurse!Reader]
Fairy type (♡) Normal type
genre fluff (f) . humor (h) .
Yeonjun finds himself facing an unexpected twist of fate when a performance mishap lands him and his trusty Pokémon at the nearby center. Despite usual protocols him and his Pokémon are dragged to your personal office as you tend to their wounds. Annoyingly to you, he was well aware that you’d never deny them of your services.
Beautiful Collisions [Trainer!Choi Beomgyu x Resort Worker!Reader]
Water type (♡) Electric type
genre fluff (f) . humor (h) .
At Sinnoh’s picturesque summer resort, Beomgyu finds himself more focused on you rather than enjoying him and his Pokémon’s vacation. Despite being polar opposites, Beomgyu finds himself determined to capture your heart. However, each well-intentioned gesture seems to backfire, leaving you completely exasperated.
The Redwood Tree [Rival!Kang Taehyun x Trainer!Reader]
Ice type (♡) Ghost type
genre fluff (f) . comfort (c) .
Becoming a ghost-type trainer seemed to be the obvious solution to your deepest rooted fear of the dark. Despite becoming a masterful trainer, you still find yourself paralyzed by fear when faced with the dark. Putting aside your long term rivalry, Taehyun extends a helping hand to guide you through the treacherous depths of an infamous haunted forest.
Possibility of Love [Stranger!Huening Kai x Trainer!Reader]
Fairy type (♡) Bug type
genre fluff (f) . comfort (c) .
After suffering a humbling defeat in a remote forest, you find yourself lost with your trusty sidekick completely drained. To your surprise, the two of you are soon discovered by a compassionate Sylveon who leads you back to its’ trainer. This creature’s kind gesture leads to a new beginning for you and mysterious trainer Kai.
જ⁀➴♡ phone in ᝰ.ᐟ
PHONING... 𓂃 ࣪˖ Eternal Sunshine.
“I think the stars took their time to lead me to you again.” “If you think the stars are what tore us apart in the first place, you're wrong.”
When combing through hidden away mementos, you find an old mix tape made by your old friend. Foolishly taken over by the nostalgia, you reach out in an attempt to reconnect with him and find what you’d lost.
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[🌌] choi taeyang / afab! reader [WIP]
genre. angst , eventual fluff , comedy , written + smau , friends to strangers / strangers to lovers , mental health discussed
warnings : cursing
playlist.
TEASER.
+ Tracks.
001. Self-isolation.
જ⁀➴♡ phone in ᝰ.ᐟ
PHONING... 𓂃 ࣪˖ True Romance.
“Did I strike a cord with you?” “Ew. More like struct a nerve…”
When you’re asked to promote a club, it seems to be just another business opportunity and easy money. Somehow, you end up being swept into the world of the performing band when their lead vocalist takes a liking to you.
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[⭐️] yoon keeho / afab! reader [WIP]
genre fluff , comedy , written
warnings : cursing , consumption of alcohol
playlist.
TEASER.
+ Singles.
001. Easy bank.
જ⁀➴♡ phone in ᝰ.ᐟ
PHONING... 𓂃 ࣪˖ cool with you.
“You should try Volleyball, it's good for unleashing our negative emotions!” “Or I could unleash this arrow into your head?” “Well, that's not productive…”
An incident with your usual practice building leads to you having to share a space with the schools’ most infamous annoyances: the volleyball team. Although an unexpected kindness seems to bring you closer to a certain member, so maybe they aren’t so bad after all.
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[🏹] choi jiung / afab! reader [WIP]
genre. fluff , comedy , written
playlist.
TEASER.
+ Scoreboard.
001. Small inconvenience.
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PHONING... 𓂃 ࣪˖ In Bloom.
“This time, why don't you try something different?” “Like... a Sunflower?” “Like just being yourself.”
Working in a flower shop is fairly uneventful— that is until a boy comes in seemingly every week buying flowers for a new date. With each failed attempt, you can’t help but feel a little bad for the guy.
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[🪻] hwang intak / afab! reader [WIP]
genre. fluff , comedy , written
playlist.
TEASER.
+ Reserves.
001. A Bouquet for you.
જ⁀➴♡ phone in ᝰ.ᐟ
PHONING... 𓂃 ࣪˖ 36 flavors!
“It's summer and I'm stuck in an ice box with a guy who won't even look at me.” “I look at you a LOT so one of us gotta be lying.”
Taking up a summer job on the boardwalk at an ice cream shop, you’re most excited about the multitude of flavors to try. Oh— and your cute co-worker who you seem to fall for more and more every shift.
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[🧊] kim jongseob / afab! reader [WIP]
genre. fluff , comedy , written , friends to lovers
warnings : cursing
playlist.
TEASER.
+ Flavors.
001. strawberry with… gummy bears?
જ⁀➴♡ phone in ᝰ.ᐟ
PHONING... 𓂃 ࣪˖ Dealer, NO DEAL!
CHAPTER NINE: true (twitter) romance.
Beomgyu has more or less solidified himself as the plug for any and all student's needs. If you need anything, it's likely that he has it. When your new business endeavor interferes with his customer base, he does everything in his power to sort it out.
CONTENTS: fluff , comedy , smau , uni au , one sided enemies to lovers , drugs (obvi) + dumb humor
SUNDAY , 3:32 PM [FEED]
home. ★ previous. ★ next.
જ⁀➴♡ phone in ᝰ.ᐟ
rainy days. ⭒ drabble
There was always something sentimental about the rainy spring days you spent with and without Jake.
Somewhere on a sidewalk, he would hand it to you as your hands brushed.
An umbrella, your grip around it tightening as the rain beats down on his tanned skin. For some reason that you couldn’t quite place, he smiled.
The world would collapse around you as he fell into you for the first time, nose red and suddenly shaking in the cold.
You had a new found love for the rain after that and you found any excuse to dance in it, wondering if he’d rush to provide shelter for you once again.
Each and every time without fail, he’d meet you with that endearing smile and eyes that seemed to hold the world.
“What are you, crazy?!” He’d ask.
You’d simply shake the rain off at him as his arms wrap around you. Wet and stuck together, inevitably.
Somewhere on a bathroom floor lying among the ruins of your love, you’re trying to pick yourself up again.
And little do you know, somewhere in an old abandoned ship on a distant star— they've just heard your cry for the first time. Shaking and broken, something like your own heart.
If sound can go on forever: then why can't your love?
It was strange how you began to miss paw prints tracking mud inside as much as you missed the sun.
You fell asleep once more to the rain and the sun came to you in a dream— beaming down on you, sweeter than anything.
Maybe there was a chance that you’d meet in the next life, your brain had tried to convince you with a voice that you once knew.
One day he would woke up and with every breath, he’d thought of you.
When he said nothing went wrong with you both; you had just let go. But for him— you were eternal.
If you were to choose a season, you would go back to that Spring.
No matter how intimately you were sure that you had known him, you couldn’t quite figure out what he would choose. It wasn’t as if you could ask him anymore, maybe that was what left any answers up in the air.
If you were to ask him what he would choose: the golden dunes of summer, wild and free or the quiet breath of winter-trees bare and stark.
Would it be spring's flowers and her honeybees?
Maybe he would choose the same April showers you had cherished so deeply.
There was good in every season— how you swam in the ocean or walked in the park. How he would race you to catch the sunset before it grew dark in the fall.
What pages of the calendar would he mark? Would he choose the same?
By the time your eyes fluttered open, it was already daylight. Outside your window, it had been raining forever and then the sun came quietly back.
Arms wrapped around your waist where they belonged, head buried into your neck.
“You’re awake, already?” His voice was coarse and scratchy from having just woke up, but you could feel his smile against your skin.
With the sun having returned home and your heart full of light, you knew that you would still choose Spring: the season that he came back to you.
જ⁀➴♡ phone in ᝰ.ᐟ
other universes? ⭒ drabble
An afternoon train ride with Sunghoon brings up some interesting conversation topics as you think over the inevitability of your relationship.
“Do you think we know each other in every universe?” Glancing over at him from the book you had been flipping through, your eyebrows furrow together.
“You think there’s other universes? You don’t even care for ghosts, I never thought you’d believe something like that..” A hint of amusement was present over such a question.
“It’s just a question, why can’t you answer it? You’re deflecting!” Shaking your head, you brought a finger to your chin as if to show you were deep in pondering.
There wasn’t anything to really think about, you were sure you’d find each other in any lifetime but it was much more entertaining to tease him for such a strange question.
“Mm… maybe we’re aliens traveling on a ship together and exploring the stars or something?” Seemingly satisfied with the answer, he brought his coffee up to his smile to balance it between his lips before replying.
If you were to believe that in every so called universe, it’s your destiny to create beauty in this world then it was inevitable that you would find him in every one. To you, knowing him was the most beautiful thing you had done. The thought of saying something so cheesy made you sick.
“Or maybe we’re vampires cannibalizing our lovers.”
This time your eyes are open wide, brows lifted almost to your hairline. Though you didn’t know what to expect from him, that certainly missed the imaginary mark. Although, you’d just blame yourself for not assuming he’d say something so strange.
“Huh? Mines way more sweet, you’re so weird..” he just happily sipped his coffee, glancing out the window causing you to stifle a laugh.
He chuckled along with you and eventually, you were full blown laughing before your face contorted into something more of discomfort, a yawn escaping you.
The smile never left, him tilted his head slightly.
“Tired?” Nodding, you moved your books to the inside of your bag to free up your lap.
“It’s no big deal.” The eye bags under your eye gave away that wasn’t the whole truth, however and he rolled his eyes.
“Lying on stand is a crime.” The glare you shot him was worthy of being noted by judge, jury and his possible executioner but as you scrambled your mind for an excuse, all you could do was bite back another yawn.
“You’re ridiculous.” Before you could attempt to argue back once more, his own books were tossed to the side and he gently pulled you into him, head resting on his shoulder.
“You still take care of me though.” You rebuttal, finally finding a somewhat good argument.
It’s not like you could see but his brows lifted into defined curves and his cheeks flushed the slightest bit. It would be embarrassing if you were to see but in the end, he’d blame the sunlight attacking him through the windows.
It was regrettable that he was out of your line of sight now, knowing how his lashes flutter against the full of his cheeks as he now struggles to find his words for once.
“We take care of each other.” Is all he said. Maybe that was enough of a reason for you to quit teasing him, or maybe your tongue was dancing against the back of your teeth, lips parted as you try to find something to say to seal the moment.
And in some moments he had been so sweet, almost treating you with what felt like love. Sunghoon, who shapes your life with love and purpose, touching your heart ever so briefly with his weary hands and leaving it feeling a little more cherished than it was.
Eventually, you come back empty. Closing your eyes with a sigh, the heat of the sun warming you up.
“Goodnight, Y/N.” The tone was too sweet, so low as if it were only for your ears.
The heat taking over your face surely didn’t help, especially in the already beating sunlight where you couldn’t hide.
“It’s the middle of the day.” He chuckled again, shrugging against you gently.
“Whatever, it’s good if it’s with you.” Face contorting into something of a look of embarrassment, you refused to open your eyes.
“Sure, whatever you say… good day then, Sunghoon.” The strange accent you attempted to make caused him to cringe, looking out the window with full-blown eyes as if to pretend you were some stranger who had fallen asleep on him.
The love and admiration the two of you had could live in peace with your everyday life and for that, you were grateful.
જ⁀➴♡ phone in ᝰ.ᐟ
ETERNAL SUNSHINE. ⭒ TEASER
Long before when you’d known him, you were sure you’d already known love. In full bloom, completely hard to miss. An edge that you trip over and over each time without fail, like the pulse knows the tip of the blade before the cut.
The blood rushing to greet its serrated edge. It wasn’t with him, though— maybe that was the issue in the end.
When you have to choose between something that’s good and what’s right: more than likely you’ll go with what’s right.
Your relationship with Wonbin was right. He was everything that you needed, who were you to ask for anything more?
Maybe that was why you had grown so distant. To realize that you didn’t love him the way you loved him was a world-shattering realization.
With Theo, you’d seen the sun in every possible gradation of light; you would hear the birdsong beyond the rudimentary call and answer every single time for the simple fact that it was him calling.
Those times that you could distinguish between each cadence as it quivers through the air. When you would get so cold sometimes that it burns and he would give you his jacket without a second thought, like some sort of natural instinct. When the heat gets so bad your teeth start to shake from how harsh you’re biting down and he’d give you his fan while making fun of the circles under your eyes. It was easy to distinguish yet so scary to know— you should have opened up your arms to take this dark thing into the fold.
You should have taken this love and nurtured it— but you didn’t. Instead, you ran away for what’s right.
Wonbin was right. Your friends and family loved him, he treated you right for better or worse and you never argued. He had become that one person who you could rarely speak with and always find him right where you left him. You carried his smile with you like a talisman, as his arm constricted around you in a suffocating grip and you’d laugh along with his friends even when it didn’t feel good. Not as good as his.
For whatever reason, his presence in your life seemed to bring the promise of better days. So for that— you ran away from him— the good in hopes for something better. A newer future.
⭒ home. ➔ masterlist.
36 FLAVORS! ⭒ TEASER
Looking down at the fruit sorbet that was once frozen solid, it’s seemed to have become a melted mess in its’ shell. Depending on how you spun the orange, it could have looked like a heart. Unfortunately, that didn’t make it seem anymore appetizing.
In all of our lifetimes: there is always a before and after. You’ll experience the before, the between and the after.
Those days before now look beautiful to you: when every light is on in stark contrast to the blacked out street. While the shades are up, music playing to quiet the summer rain outside— you’ll close your eyes and hope to feel it all over again.
It’ll be those bright days when you can smell the salt of the sea in the air as you walked into that shop, wanting nothing more than you already had.
Even the harsh smell of cleaning products couldn’t distract you from the chirp of the bell and the way your breath was stolen from you for a moment as you made eye contact with him.
Wouldn’t it be ridiculous to fall for someone so quickly?
There was something about life by the sea that was seen as the idyllic life. The feeling of scorching sand between your toes or the whispers of the ocean in a seashell.
Maybe there was something simply beautiful about lounging around in bed all day in your pajamas petting animals, eating out of cereal boxes.
It feels much brighter on the outside of those four walls, though. Because life looks beautiful to you with his head thrown back, easy laughter spilling from his mouth. Your hands linked with a boy solely devoted to your happiness— his eyes on your lips and the messy residue of ice cream shared on your faces.
⭒ home. ➔ masterlist.
IN BLOOM. ⭒ TEASER
Working in a flower shop was maybe the most picturesque place you could have imagined yourself as a child. A simple yet pretty cliche that had become your daily life.
When everyday began to blend together, the shop had given you a gift.
Flowers were something everyone could appreciate— a kind gesture to extend congratulations or condolences, even a confession of love.
You’d watched hundreds of people come and go, witnessing the many different forms that love can take. There was love in mourning as well as love in hiding under the guise of friendship.
The two of you came together in March. Fumbling through his change in front of you, a clumsy smile on his face as he thought to himself how perfect the day was going to go.
Wishing him well, you push the encounter out of your mind without sparing a second thought to how beautiful he had been seemingly in love.
It was when he came back a second time, curiosity got the best of you.
That second time was also when you had realized just what kind of love he brought with him, a love for possibility.
That love was a question that never found an answer— a love that still hasn't.
His willingness to share his experiences, good or bad with a smile all the same had you clinging to one another like leaves to a tree, everything golden before the fall.
In this, your love came to light— a bird feathering her nest, spring in your heart, perched on a branch, singing an unfamiliar tune.
You were unsure if what had sparked between the two of you was love or just another trick of the light. In all his disappointments chasing for love, you wondered if there had been any girls left how you were, without him even knowing.
With arms open and waiting, waiting for the sun kissed promise of spring, never once doubting it would come.
⭒ home. ➔ masterlist.
cool with you. ⭒ TEASER
The players were annoying. Almost as annoying as the squeaking of their shoes on the gymnasium floor or the grating sound of spikes hitting the floor.
Eyes narrowed and focused, feet stood apart tall and determined as the arrow is pulled back to precision and then— an eruption of cheers as it slips just past its’ target.
Surely it couldn’t be your fault, it was just a flaw in your environment. A terribly annoying, loud distracting flaw.
That’s what you had told yourself but no matter how much you had tried to convince yourself, the inescapable truth was that it was your own lack of skill.
Maybe that was how you wound up sitting uncomfortably close to him on the nurses’ table, staring down at the bruises on your knees.
You’d expected some sort of taunt but instead were only met with the sound of shifting before something was being held out to you. A strawberry milk.
“For your… bones! Uh— for hydration! Gotta stay.. hydrated.”
For the first time in a while, you laughed. It wasn’t the incessant nagging or humiliation you had expected but instead some sort of meek attempt at caring for you, a complete stranger.
The peaks and valleys of your days, like the line of a pulse shooting up so high, you thought nothing would ever touch you again when he looked at you in that moment.
That day broke like a ray of sun on rain; hope that pierced your heart like an arrow, leaving you with an incurable ache.
⭒ home. ➔ masterlist.
True Romance. ⭒ TEASER
There’s an undeniable pull to the tour life. An exaggerated, glamorized version of what bands experience going from city to city and country to country in pursuit of their dreams to perform.
The flashing of cameras and the intoxicating cheers of the crowd— it’s needless to say that everyone had dreamed of being on the receiving end at one point.
It was exceptionally calling to those who read too much into everything, the ones who can't look at a word without seeing a poem. Stuck in their minds, daydreaming of the possibilities.
Promoting clubs and groups, you’d met hundreds if not thousands of them, just as delusional as the last.
Those who never see things as they are, only what they could be. You swore that you would never become one— yet that is exactly where you landed yourself, looking at him and all you see is love.
At first it was a song that came from nowhere, at the far back when the lights are dimmed. Then the bass boomed like a garden that was kept in secret, lights overtaking your senses.
By the end, you’d understood the want for blood. When you heard his voice, he was back to the sweet insistent singing from where it started as you understood what they’d all been cheering for so long.
Never had someone’s voice echoed so freely. Drawn from the well of his soul, you’d hoped he would always sing like that. Even if you were the only one who heard it, you were sure he would find other hearts that would sing along.
⭒ home. ➔ masterlist.
Lovers’ Roulette. ⭒ TEASER
The way grief blooms can only be compared to something like a flower: a heart-shaped wound that can never fully close, held together with a thin protective layer of stardust gathered through out time.
For grief to be unexpressed love: in its’ most painful yet pure form, always wanting more.
The only thing that cuts through love.
But what of the people who cause grief?
Those who stampede their way through, never bothering to look back toward the fault lines they’d left behind. The heartless abandoning the rest of them in the hourglass of their past and broken memories.
There are rules to these kinds of people.
Never think where you are or what comes next— let go of the need to know and everything tends to fall into place.
Know that it is okay to dream, to allow your higher self to take care of the rest as you wash the blood off of your hands. This is only temporary.
And if something— someone— is calling you, answer.
Even if it bursts out of your chest like a trapped bird set free, you must follow it.
When all of your instincts are kicking and fighting against you like a wild caged animal, allow those hands to calm the tremors and let the light in.
It may be the only time you’ll be able to bask in it.
There is always something between you and love. A closed door, an endless corridor. Flames burning higher and higher until they cover you whole.
Maybe in some universe you are under the lamppost at dusk, he can see you across the road, arms above your head waving hello with a smile.
Is it summer or are you still in spring? It wouldn’t matter then.
In his chest, something crashes hard as a head-on collision.
But in reality, you grow further away like gravity turned on its side, he is up, and you will always be down.
The feeling of falling you had forgotten and tried to bury beneath the years has reared its’ head.
“Do you see me still, my dear? Do you trust yourself now?”
“Does it make you smile to know you were right about me all along? Or somewhere deep down, does it kill you?”
⭒ home. ➔ masterlist.
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀“⠀⠀BUZZ ! ⠀BUZZ ! ⠀BUZZ ! ⠀”
( — YELLOWJACKETS . ) TOMORROW X TOGETHER
warnings. ♱ (18+). lengthy series. gore. horror. cannibalism. cult activity. college au. swearing. vomit. humor. mildly suggestive. drug use. hallucinations and derealization. no smut. main character death. side character death. txt members as main characters. enha / lsf members & san of ateez as side characters and/or mentioned. jake and sunghoon are written as brothers. reader takes backseat for a while in the beginning.
disclaimer. ♱ this series is a complete work of fiction made for entertainment and i do not believe it reflects the idols represented in any way.
“⠀ ▇▇▇— ⠀⠀Please!⠀⠀If⠀⠀you ⠀⠀ save⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ him⠀⠀,⠀⠀ the⠀ ⠀others⠀⠀ will⠀⠀ get⠀ ⠀⠀ you! ”
TEASER.
i. BIRDS OF A FEATHER.
ii. Lightning Crashes.
iii. The Killing Moon.
iiii. Rescue Me.
iv. Bird In Your Teeth.
winding . . .
જ⁀➴♡ phone in ᝰ.ᐟ
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀“⠀⠀BUZZ ! ⠀BUZZ ! ⠀BUZZ ! ⠀”
( — YELLOWJACKETS . ) TEASER
warnings. ♱ (18+). lengthy series. gore. horror. cannibalism. cult activity. college au. swearing. vomit. humor. mildly suggestive. drug use. hallucinations and derealization. no smut. main character death. side character death.
The heart of winter beats still as the sound of hard breaths echo. Steady as he focuses, inhaling and exhaling to push himself to his limits.
The kind of darkness creeping that you only find thousands of miles from the warm, safe home you’re accustomed to. His eyes attempt to adjust as he’s hit repeatedly with the foliage he’s pushing through.
Light filters through boreal woods, giving him brief glimpses of the distance ahead.
Bare feet flying across snow-covered ground, branches lashing at filthy, blood-smeared arms and legs. A scream itches at the back of his throat but he lets nothing out.
Each gasp is a spectral apparition in the freezing air as screams of anguish and hunger echo through the woods.
Occasionally, a gust of wind sends a flurry of snowflakes against the crisp air and right into his face.
He bolts down an incline, when sudden he cries out, falling to his knees. A broken branch pierces his foot, nearly clean through to the other side.
Gritting his teeth, he rips it out and regains his footing, willing himself forward. Pushing through the pain.
Whatever you do— don’t let them catch you.
The woods abruptly give way to a large clearing surrounded by skeletal white birch. The boy halts to a stop at the edge of the glade, breath catching in his throat as he processes what he’s looking at.
Dozens of eyes carved into the surrounding trees. Around them, talismans hang from the branches, fashioned from bough and bone. Suddenly without warning, the overwhelming instinct to scream takes over as he lets out a strangled noise.
The air is filled with eerie, inhuman wails and as his own scream finally adds to the chorus of chaos— the woods fall completely silent.
Almost.
Somewhere behind him, a branch cracks, snapping him out of his terrified trance as he remembers where he is. Gritting his teeth and attempting to ignore the throbbing pain in his leg, he bolts.
And this time, they let him go.
His body pale in the fading light as he flies across the glade until suddenly— he disappears.
The snow-covered ground opening up beneath him, appearing to swallow him whole.
A figure in animal pelts emerges from the tree line, his face shrouded by the hood of his rough and matter coat. Breath haggard, he approaches the edge of the deep hole that was previously concealed by cover of snow.
A tiger trap.
As he kneels at the edge, peering down through the jagged maw of branches snapped by the runner’s fall, he stares down unmoving.
Splayed at the bottom of the pit. His limbs once swift were bent at terrible, unnatural angles, body imapled on thick wooden spikes.
The bloodied points protrude through his chest, his thigh, his face— now nothing but a gory mess from chin to brow. A small and familiar silver charm glints around her.
The hunter stands, seemingly satisfied. Then, as the furs of his coat part, revealing the tattered and torn soccer shirt.
જ⁀➴♡ phone in ᝰ.ᐟ