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HAN 🧪 SKZ CODE EP. 47 SUSPICIOUS LAB #1

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#do you know when you take two breaths in one second you sound like you are weeping#do you know when you are weeping he will know that you are too#do you know the boy in the trailer? you do know him. do you remember the boy (hanji) in the trailer? no you do not. but he is familiar.#remember him. remember to remember him.#do you know you can hear him. his low humming. in sounds of equal frequency. an electric fan. a ventilator. an air purifier.#his adam's apple. it shakes. as it should. against your palm. you remember he is alive. more alive than just being human.#the light bulb needs changing. the light switch sits behind your head at dinner. a designated seat. do you remember him now? no you do not.#remember to remember him.#you two share a plate of pasta. it's not enough. you find out the plastic is not microwavable at the same time.#you two laugh about the potential health hazard. being bedridden. over microwavable pasta you could barely afford.#you tell him you will steal his surgeon. he laughs and says he will choose you over himself. he becomes real again. realer than a human.#the two chairs at a makeshift dining table. it's so small inside the trailer. you bump the back of your head against the light switch.#the light flickers on his face. for a second. a shadow. a memory. this is reality that was once a dream. or the other way around. you know#him.#you know him. you forgot. you are trying to remember. you love him. you sent the rapture. this is your eternal rapture. seeing him.#seeing is remembering. you are trying. who is this boy. why is he the core of your constant. who is he—remember to remember him.#you touch his face in your rapture. he doesn't look at you when you think about him. forgetting. you are.#is forgetting him a sin or a punishment.#or a choice.#remember to remember him..#but i already told you that#t: 0324072846302
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every guy reader has ever loved passed away in an accident. suicidal [uh haven't figured out who] is determined to make them fall in love with him so he can die without doing it himself.

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reader has uncontollable time traveling power and is being pursued across time for the power. they seek out yandere![jungwon, or someone else] to help find and protect them each jump.

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hanibalistic
#8A1725 | NISHIMURA RIKI.

genre | angsty romance

word count | 2339

warning | mention of domestic abuse, suicide attempt (jumping off building) / blood, injuries, violent acts / scissors

note | niki (riki?) is the only person i can think of who fits this character. / hi, i love choco puffs!  

niki's quick and loud footsteps echoed across the quiet blocks, but they were not enough to wake their residents permanently.

racing the wind has always been a thrilling experience. there was nothing like the tender suffocation of cold air filling his nostrils, traveling to his brain and his lungs, while his legs begged to give under pressure. there was no such thrill this time around. he was suffocating, still; he couldn’t remember a time when he didn’t. but it didn’t come from the wind; it came from the cryptic text you sent him half an hour ago that wrote, ‘help me.’

just remembered i forgot the last part of the idea.

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Anonymous asked:

OOH! THAT’S YOU?!! No wonder I seem to remember you even from your beautiful writing style.. 😆

thank you! i really thought it was the format that gave me away lol

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Anonymous asked:

Sorry if this sounds rude, but are you somewhat writing for Genshin before? 😯

hi! it's not rude, don't worry, and yes :) the blog is still up too.

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#8A1725 | NISHIMURA RIKI.

genre | angsty romance

word count | 2339

warning | mention of domestic abuse, suicide attempt (jumping off building) / blood, injuries, violent acts / scissors

note | niki (riki?) is the only person i can think of who fits this character. / hi, i love choco puffs!  

niki's quick and loud footsteps echoed across the quiet blocks, but they were not enough to wake their residents permanently.

racing the wind has always been a thrilling experience. there was nothing like the tender suffocation of cold air filling his nostrils, traveling to his brain and his lungs, while his legs begged to give under pressure. there was no such thrill this time around. he was suffocating, still; he couldn’t remember a time when he didn’t. but it didn’t come from the wind; it came from the cryptic text you sent him half an hour ago that wrote, ‘help me.’

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