♧ literacy

@♕ choi san。 It was one of those nights where it was foggy, almost horror movie-like and Yuna was alone in her dorm. Yes, it sounds like a horror movie scene and maybe it is. That night, she was seated alone in the living room with the TV switched on and a bowl of popcorn on her lap. The other members were out for dinner and since she'd opted to cook, she was left behind at home.

"What kinda dumbness-" She'd muttered as she watched one of the characters of the horror movie run up the stairs of the crooked house, the floorboards creaking with every step she took. "Who runs upstairs?? That's literally the dumbest thing you could do!" She rolled her eyes, finishing the last piece of popcorn she had before putting the bowl aside and standing up, switching off the TV along the way. She was done with that movie. It was obvious enough that it was going to be one of those cliche movies. Too predictable.

With a sigh, Yuna headed towards the bathroom, not even realising the fact that the TV which had just been switched off had been switched back on. As she squeezed toothpaste onto her toothbrush, the lights of the bathroom began to flicker causing her to jump. "Seriously?? Doesn't the company earn enough from our promotions to pay the electric bills?" She huffed in annoyance but that was when the lights switched off, leaving her in pure darkness except for the light that shone from her phone screen. Surprised, she let out a small scream as she almost fell backwards but mentally told herself to calm down. It was just a blackout, nothing serious.

BANG!

The door to the bathroom shut itself causing the girl to let out another scream.

"CAN THINGS GET ANY WORSE??" She threw her toothbrush into the sink and that was when she noticed something in the mirror that was situated above the bathroom sink. There was a figure behind her.. standing right behind her. Letting out another scream, she turned to look behind her but there was nobody and as she looked once more, the figure was still there. The figure behind her had a bloodied up face, a white dress on and extremely disheveled hair. Her own face was pale from fear and she'd already had tears streaming down her face. She hadn't even realised she was already crying. The figure in the mirror lunged towards her and that was when she fell backwards, onto the floor with her back pressed against the door.

It was then, when the lights switched back on to reveal a laughing Yeji dressed up as a ghost, the rest of her members huddled within the bathtub that had the shower curtains drawn. Even they were laughing at her.

"Really? Seriously??" She was mad, furious even.

God damned, what kind of prank?

장원영⠀／⠀PROMPT #3

An overcast of tender flush;
Petals craddling allure,
Serenity coursing through.
And when it blooms,
It breathes a promise:
Vehement trials,
Hushed triumphs.

— dahlia.

prompt 4 : hyunjin's song - stray kids' voices.

the noise the door made when hyunjin flung it shut could've reached the whole dorm, he knew it. it felt like it. but even with that sound the large and ringing, the voices inside hyunjin's head continued on breathing down on his neck. call it paranoia, or something else but hyunjin could feel it leak from his mind towards his limbs and down to his toes. the whispering, the voices that contradicts thought by thought engulfs not only his mind but it slowly reaches deep down his chest, into his heart, making him wary, disturbed and frustrated.

smiling, waving and communicating with fans is the basic for an idol, but behind all the glamorous stage outfits, the spectacular performances, the heated dancing and vigorous singing and rapping is the mess hwang hyunjin is. he couldn't stop the memory of every comment that points out his flaws. judgemental tone of voices that he can suddenly hear just by reading comment by comment. his hair, his gestures, his behaviour, every single part of him under the public eye, open and vulnerable. 'leave me alone!' he screeches to empty air and on the top of his lungs, but no one seems to hear. as every comment flashes right before his eyes, hyunjin clutches his head in between his hands, sinking deep into the corner of his room, hearing voices taunting him and belittling him.

dark. it was dark when he forced his eyes closed. hands curled up into fists, his nails digging deep into his palm, scarring the white skin, bleeding red. 'no.' he whispered in reply to the whispers inside his head telling him he's not enough. 'you're sticking out like a sore thumb' these voices pollute not only his mind, but reaching deep into bloodstream causing his whole body to feel a painful ache. 'no!' he yells to yet again dismiss them. but as he yell, he sees familiar faces through the darkness. family. friends. s. his heart began to slow down, the voices fading into the background. 'do it your way.' one small whisper behind his ear echoed. he opened his eyes.

@♙ jang yeeun。 ♙ jang yeeun。 [A] 2 hours ago Reply
@ basura pretend you're prepping someone up for dinner. detailed. tag me in the literacy room

much like a scene straight out of some b-list horror flick, the night was eerily quiet. shuffling of rather hurried footsteps can be heard, echoing through the kitchen, where a male is seen busying himself by sharpening his utensils for the evening. "dinner for one" he mumbles underneath a sharp breath as his eyes darts to his phone, one that was flickering with the image of a certain gordon ramsay immersed in his seasoning of a rack of lamb. the kitchen was solely illuminated by the mobile screen, and the moonlight that seeps through the cracks between the window sills. a cheery hum chimes pass the male's brims as he takes note of each expertly measured ingredient and spices added to the scrumptious lamb. "right, and according to yukihira soma, honey helps to tenderize the meat- perfect" he voices out as he takes note of the numerous of ingredients he has sprawled out across the counter.

almost trance like, the way the male's hands comes alive, nimbly working on the ingredients, from prepping the marination, to dicing and slicing the veggies that'll accompany the soon to be prepped meat. he rubs at his chin, knife in hand whilst he scans his pantry. "oh deary, can't have a hearty dinner without some wine!". without missing a beat, he continues tossing one spice after another into the thickened marination, whilst his free hand reaches over to grab at the bottle of wine he had kept for special occasions. tonight being one of those night he'll allow himself to indulge in. minutes turns to hours and soon all the preparations were completed, all that's left is to pick his cut of meat. the hannibal lecter-esque dinner wouldn't be complete without a neatly organized table, ensuring to light up a few scented candles to make the evening all the more special.


with an apple neatly tucked between the female's couplets, he find the situation all too amusing, quickly tightening the knot upon her hands and feet. "thanks for joining me for dinner, yeeun" the male muses to himself as his eyes lingers along the petite's frame, gaze ading with a new found hunger as he flicks his tongue out to moisten his lips. "sadly I don't think I can fit /all/ of you into the oven,,,guess we're going to have to do this in sessions". sauntering over towards the oven he had pre-heated, he couldn't help but allow a string of hearty chortle to tumble pass his plush tiers. "if the food looks good, it's bound to taste even better".

@♕ choi san。 candles formed in a circle with their flames flickering into the darkness that engulfs the room that wooyoung is in. his hands occupied with a book with satanic scriptures within, what is he doing you may ask? summoning a demon of course, but why though? well, perhaps he thought it'll be a fun thing to do but he thought that maybe he would want to trade up something with a dark entity — something that's long desired by him.

flipping the page, the dark-haired male reads the next instruction. "with the use of anything that is colored red, draw a pentagram on the middle. blood is preferred but anything would do," he read the words written in the book, "already done that though," he said to himself then proceeds to find another instruction, "ah, use anyone as a sacrifice then say the chant out loud." this causes the corner of wooyoung's lip to curl into a mischievous smirk, eyes averting away from the book as he turned his head to look at the struggling boy on the floor — his eye sight taken away by the blindfold that's over his eyes, mouth shut with the use of duct tape with their screams muffled by it and body bound with rope all over him, perfect.

"well, it's time to say your last farewell minho." he grinned in a manic matter, "oh, right. you have tape on your mouth, silly me." his voice dripped out sarcasm and mockery, "well doesn't matter, you're going to be sacrificed anyway." he closed the book that he was holding then he threw it onto the floor which created a loud thud as it landed onto the hard wood. wooyoung walked towards minho and picks him up in a bridal style way of carrying before throwing him onto the ground, perfectly at the middle of the pentagram and circle of candles.

then, the actual ritual begins.

wooyoung now started chanting whatever is written in the book, satanic language fell off his tongue and after finishing it off, all of the candles get blown out by the sudden wind the went by — all of the window were closed though but that didn't matter, that just meant that it worked. the crimson pentagram now glowed and a horrifying sound similar to screech echoed within the room. fire began to burst out from the ground right around the circle and before he knows it, minho is gone when the fire cleared out then another fire burst out, this time it was stronger that it almost reached wooyoung which made him stumble behind, his bottom hitting the floor and his heart beating rapidly.

a low growl startled him as a hideous being appears among the flames, its huge horns is the first thing that wooyoung noticed before scrambling himself to stand up. "oh, you're finally here!" he exclaimed, he's rather... cheerful to see a demon — what is wrong with him. "okay, so..." he clasps his hand together, "can i have more lines in our songs? oh! yeosang as well, we always have the least amount of lines in the whole group."

scratches the 3 it was prompt no.4 xD

prompt no.3


Once again Im left alone with my own thoughts as Im stumbling down the streets, the time on my watch shows three in the morning. Where was I heading again? The night sky is clear, the moon light shines and reflects you, the wind is not blowing, I can almost hear how the neighbours are talking and there are stray cats running through the road recklessly. Why am I here? What am I doing? Faces passing by and I dont recognize them as if someone tried really hard to blurry them for me. Were you in there? Whats happening?

- Watch out where you going!! - I bumped into someone but my mind spins around when Im trying to look at the person I hit. Blinking a couple of times, eyes adjusting to the night, but something is wrong. Someone is playing a trick on me or the shadows are just messy tonight. In front of me stood a silhouette; where the eyes should be lined up they are misplaced, one eye moves to where supposed to be forehead and the other just blinks or maybe winks at me and just stares like Im the weird one in here, and the mouth- its like someone is fishing on the corner of it - scarely raised up in a mocking way. I should be terrified, I should run away but Im just standing here watching that thing as it starts moving towards me.

- What are you looking at? Go away! - Not even goosebumps went through my skin, not even blood started to run faster, heart at ease. Im calm, way too calm. Where was I heading again?

Walking and stumbling, crawling, head spinning - I miss you - whyd you never pick up my phone? The multiple missed calls and my messages to reply but there is none. Its like talking to wall. Are you even there or maybe Im vanishing away? Or maybe Im just crazy, or too high to even comprehend. I guess you win again, you have me wrapped around your finger, its so easy, huh? I bet youre satisfied with the results, knowing that I must be somewhere out there calling after you, you and only you.

The moon shines bright when my lifeless body is pressed against the door to your house as my mouth only spits out the last words:

and you starting to bore me, baby-
-why'd you only call me when you're high?

'prompt #3'

moonflower
glistening under the light of luna
you're awake to luster the night

-hoseki

❛ ✐ prompt #4 ❜

Having "free time" had become somewhat of a luxury ever since Soojin had debuted. When she was not in the company building practicing then she was out on the road for promotions, music shows, photo shoots, and fan meets with the rest of the (g)i-dle girls. If she were to be completely transparent with herself, she would say that she was quite exhausted and in /great/ need of a little 'me time'. Thankfully, their latest comeback had received a good response from the general public and their fans, and so, some sort of deity must've heard her prayers because their manager had spoken up and granted them a little break for a few days to finally relax and get some well-earned rest. The previous day, she had spent it curled up in bed and snoring her worries away. But today, she wanted to do something a little different, something for /herself/ and no one else.

After a quick morning shower and a hearty breakfast to boost her energies to the max, she'd headed into the dance studio. Four hours into dancing, little beads of sweat rolled down each side of her temple, causing her fringe to stick to her forehead as the rest of her locks became somewhat disheveled. Soojin’s petite figure continued to move splendidly well to the upbeat and harmonious melody of ‘All For You’ by Years & Years, a song she had on repeat for the past few weeks and had already planned a brief choreo to go with it, now she was just developing her dance routine further and sharpening the choreography. Sure, part of her still felt insecure at times, there were moments where she didn’t consider herself as talented as some of her peers in the industry, but the subtle scruffs her sneakers had left upon the floor was proof of her tenacious effort to continue to improve and better herself to reach the top one day.

When her body began to beg for a quick five minute break, Soojin plopped down on the floor almost like a starfish with her limbs spread out and she filled her cheeks with air, releasing it in a 'puff' to blow some of her hair away from her visage, humming along to the song. A little simper then left her, and after a sip from her water bottle she pulled herself up from the floor. “Again.”

prompt: by the han river, an explosion of fireworks light up the night sky. does it reminds of you of anything? what thoughts do you have? to be posted by the literacy room.

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icy breeze kissed her exposed skin, caressed her already cold cheeks as she leaned against the railing, arms crossed as she tilted her head upward, eyes focused on the sky. the booming noise of the fireworks filled the atmosphere, drowning out the busy buzz of the city. an array of colors painted the darkness of the heavens, forming beautiful images that only lasted for a few seconds. the lights reflected upon her skin, and she wondered briefly, almost out of nowhere, if fireworks were permanent, would the sky become more beautiful? if fireworks didn't disappear as quickly as they did, would the world become a tad bit happier?

to jinsoul, the fireworks weren't mere decorations in the sky.

to her, they were a picture of a wave of fleeting memories, flowers that once bloomed along with innocence from childhood and the gaiety that came from it. they were a symbol of the melange of colors that once painted over her walls, the empty white color that overtook her world.

all of those memories, she tried to hold onto so strongly, the desire to go back to when the days were easier a little too much for her to keep inside of her. all of those emotions, she tried to lock inside her heart, so she wouldn't forget about them, but with each time that passed by, as the weather became colder and colder even if winter had already ended and the nature greeted a new season, she found her world getting rid of colors. the bright oranges and yellows gradually became blues, the reds and purples gray, and like the sky, she knew that once the colors disappeared, the fireworks died down, her world would go back to its dull, monochromatic color, stained by the grays and blues.

as the fireworks show ended in the sky, she blinked, and she was left with the darkness once more.

blue was once her favorite color, and now she only wished to feel anything but that.