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Twilight glimmered off of violet waves, ebony irises scouring the sky for its hidden treasures. Illuminated orbs painted a violet canvas; speckles of shimmering white in an ocean of vast enigma. Paralleled just below the horizon, the push and pull of nature crashed against the shore. He often spent his nights lulled to slumber by the echoing stream. Nearly within the grasp of Morpheus, a familiar scent crossed his senses; one that sent him into a frenzied panic. The sanguine excrement flooded his nostrils, bringing up a pained remembrance of suffering. Hesitant, frightened even, he stood from his jade cot, the opalescent beads of dew painting his posterior with minute droplets of moisture. Surveying the canyon below, his gaze ghosted over the source of his discomfort: an injured damsel, beige raiment hugging her figure tainted by crimson. His voice echoed throughout the ravine as he called out the maiden, his vocalization concerned, yet timid. "Ma'am? Are you in need of assistance?"

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face buried into the junction between the younger's shoulder and neck, he inhaled slowly, the familiar scent of clean linens and a hint of body fragrance gracing his senses. one hand resting atop jaehyun's at his waist, the other trailed a path from the taller's waist to find its place gripping at the cotton expanse of his shirt. the playful exchange left the elder craving more. hovering mere inches from the younger's features, baekhyun leaned forward, taking what he had yearned for: an ardent exchange of passion, roseate lips exploring all that jaehyun's own had to offer for the first time. rather than replying verbally, he assumed that the action was a sufficient response.

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The younger had a certain air about him that was irresistible to the elder. With his ear presses against the other’s chest, he lost himself in thought for a moment pondering about the human heart and how it was the core essence to the man that he had fallen in love with. With each beat, he felt his adoration renew. "You know- I don’t know exactly what that means, but I’m positive that it was meant to be a compliment." The position dug up nostalgic memories of Disney princesses having their first dance with a prince. Slow, yet paramount to the plot, just as this moment was for him. "I’ve certainly considered you more than just a pretty boy that stole my heart. I’ve considered you the man that swept me off my feet for a long time so- yes. Yes I do."

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The influx of crimson liquid into his mouth tasted metallic- as if the iron within the buck's blood was the only substance within the ambrosia-like liquid. Junmyeon preferred aiming for the sides of his prey only because even though it was more difficult to kill, it was easier to get direct access to the best parts. There were splatters of blood painting his grey coat a dull maroon. Typically, if he weren't influenced by the mere instinct to feed, Junmyeon would be having a panic attack trying to clean the blood away, but there was no urge to do so- if there was, it was suffocated by the need to for sustenance from the buck. At this point, all of the fawns had dispersed into different directions leaving the buck to his own demise from the omega and beta. Perhaps it was wise of them, but also rather selfish Junmyeon thought. Regardless, he had a meal and his mate was safe and just as content-- that's all that mattered in that moment.

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Nervous laughter spilled past the raven haired cashier's lips, reverberating off of the walls of the quaint bar, culminating in a tangibly-uncomfortable atmosphere. Sehun wasn't sure if it was the bartender's coy smile or the fact that he visibly looked like he didn't belong in this establishment that made him more nervous. "You're right." He began, lifting the cup to his lips to gulp down the remainder of the drink before continuing. "That's an understatement, but- I needed a change of pace if that makes any sense. After a while of following a quotidian lifestyle, you need something to shake it up, yeah?" The response was formulated as if a question- it didn't feel intentional, but he wasn't sure of anything at this point. Everything felt so foreign- he felt as though when he stepped inside of the bar, he entered an entirely new world. Glancing down at his empty glass, Sehun frowned. "Do you happen to have anything stronger?" He was feeling adventurous- almost to the point of wanting to step out of his comfort zone: both in his alcohol tolerance and social endeavors. He couldn't explain it, but he enjoyed talking to Wonsik. It felt like his first genuine conversation in months.

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Jongin began his journey in the most mundane fashion as could possibly be imagined. He was a wonderful student, he excelled in sports, and he was valedictorian. While none of those are easy feats to acquire, they are not extraordinary either.
He truly began to carve the path that he would pursue once he entered into college. He crafted a love for the English language, ultimately deciding that it would become his major. He continued his perfect record in college football, easily becoming the star player. His education, social life, and goals had been accomplished. Everything was falling into place aside from one thing: a love life. He had never truly been interested in pursuing a lover; he had far too much to think about to begin with.
During his second year of university, he was blind-sided by a beautiful blonde girl. The pair hit it off and immediately became the campus sweethearts. They played off of one another's strengths and weaknesses to become an unstoppable pair. Their love appeared to be perfection. Of course, that was the case until their fatal flaws came to fruition. Then the small tears became rips within the fabric of their relationship.

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Heated breaths exchanged in between satin sheets, and a culmination of pent of frustration released in the form of lechery produced the fateful night that Jongin would regret and cherish for an eternity to come. His concupiscence has been satiated, but it was not with the blonde beauty that he come to be so familiar with. Rather, he found himself sharing the same bed with a ebony-haired sinful angel.
Jongin had managed to rip himself away from his blonde-haired goddess and attach himself to a raven-haired fox: however, the true problem arose when his blonde beauty announced that she was pregnant with his child.

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Currently a single father of a beautiful baby boy, Jongin leads a regret-free life. Though he had committed sins in the past, he has vowed to abstain from such matters for the sake of his son. Learning from his mistakes, Jongin has continued his career as a professor. He spends the majority of his time at work, with his son, or with his raven-haired fox. Out of shame, he cannot face his blonde-beauty again, but he has his son, and that's all he needs.

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There is a sob story behind every strong individual, but Kim Jongin is not strong. Rather, he is simply a victim of circumstance. Mother suffering from depression and father drowning his worries in amber bottles of alcohol, Jongin endured his fair share of nights curled in the corner of his bedroom, tears carving paths down his cheeks. His childhood involved no silver spoons or sunday morning picnics.

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Jongin 2 | Ch.2: Like Mother, Like Son | Magic

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Jongin 2 | Ch.2: Like Mother, Like Son | Magic

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Linoleum tile laced with crimson, Jongin never truly knew the cause of his mother's death. The gashes torn down her wrists suggested suicide, but Jongin was more astute than that: he knew what the investigators did not. He had seen how his mother controlled his father like a puppet- a simple glance and Jongin's father would bend at the knee against his will to fulfill any whim the lady of the house desired. The look in her lifeless eyes revealed secrets to Jongin that he never desired to know: this was her form of escaping the life that she had set for herself. However, Jongin knew that she would not be gone forever. Rather, she would not leave at all. That one glance and his newfound ability to tap into the molecular structure of the human body taught him one thing: his mother was a genius and she needed a way out, and she found it.

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Jongin 2 | Ch. 3: Sultry Secrets | Magic

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Jongin 2 | Ch. 3: Sultry Secrets | Magic

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Finding himself following the footsteps of his mother, Jongin arrived at a crossroads. He could abandon his old ways of deception and manipulation to start a new life in a new city where he would be accepted, or he could simply continue living a life of guilt and destruction. While the latter seemed tempting, it was ultimately the allure of new possibilities that brought him to OpaCity. Here, he could finally pursue opportunities not granted to him in his old life. He found himself integrating to a life as a real-estate agent during the day and a "personal stress relief" hotline worker during his nights and weekends. He never found the need to use his talents again except in the case of self-defense. While his life was not glorious, his cat and his apartment provided something that he had not experienced in an incredibly long time: happiness.

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Melodies are her craft, crescendos are her cues. While she attempts to give off an aura of excellence and poised talent, not all is harmonious behind closed doors. Coveted behind ebony irises, secrets lie: secrets that can make or break a young woman in her career. Despite her controversial past, Sana continues to put forth her best foot in order to achieve her goals and will destroy any obstacles that lie in her path.

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Clouded in crimson from his very first moments, Park Chanyeol found himself involved in the affairs of life and death. While he did not know it at the time, he had been brought into this world in exchange for the life of his mother, who died during childbirth.

With only one parental figure, Chanyeol often had to learn things  by himself. His father, an important human CEO, was a high priority target for both vampires and humans alike. Thus, it was only a matter of time before Chanyeol could call himself an orphan. As a somewhat positive product of his circumstances, Chanyeol matured very quickly, understanding that only a balance of intelligence and power would ensure his survival in this world. Thus, Chanyeol focused his energy into his studies and ascended the medical professional ladder to achieve the title of Doctor Park. With this position, he had readily available access to the hospital's blood bank. With that type of connection, vampires quickly learned his name and begged him for to extend his services, but he ran a business, not a charity.

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Sweet, succulent intelligence coupled with seductive glances: Park Chanyeol is a double threat. As a medical professional and an independent individual, Chanyeol has lived a solitary life, devoid of the need for love or affection. He has worked for everything that he owns and prefers to not owe anyone anything. Be wary of making deals with him: the benefits are often short-lived.

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With a sultry gaze and a vocabulary spanning across multiple dictionaries, Jongin is every college student's wet dream for a professor. His tone is low, yet seductive, his body is a chiseled masterpiece, and his loyalty is questionable at best: a walking sin on a college campus. A simple grin and a wink has each and every mildly interested individual weak in their knees.

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Stereotypes, sooyoung thought, always were the bane of the existence of a typical student. whether it be the popular girls, the lgbt crowd, or the athletes, every single one of them had a series of stigmas plastered their permanent record like a blood stain on an ivory shirt.

everything that she had learned in her childhood was a lie. there were no castles, magic, or princes ready at a moment's notice to sweep her off her feet. Rather, her naive expectations were met with community kitchens, park benches, and the mercy of the elements. Sooyoung was an orphan from the moment she emitted her first breath.  M other, a victim of childbirth complications, and father, victim of an inebriated driver, sooyoung entered this world immediately a ward of the state. she was placed into the foster system and labeled as "the weird kid."

Throughout her early education, it was her mission to prove that stereotype wrong; however, as she grew older, she came to realize that her goal was a foolish, immature game of popularity. as her worldview changed, she set out to maintain a sense of individuality and grew proud of her background rather than trying to shun it. growing up without any legitimate parental guidance gave her a sense of accomplishment considering she made it this far.

seeking to learn the inner workings of the human mind so that she can potentially help individuals experiencing a similar situation, sooyoung decided to pursue a psychology degree in the hopes that she can be a relatable source of therapy for those struggling with a similar past to her own. specifically, she hopes to pursue a career as a child psychologist so she can help forge the path of healthy lives for orphans.

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Twenty three years ago, a strangled cry echoed throughout ivory walls and the scent of metallic-- blood wafted within the linoleum halls. when one voice quietened down, another began. A life entered the world and another took its last breath. From his very first breath, his life was riddled with pain and misfortune.
Thrown into this life with only one parent, Sehun led a very humbling life and often had to go without the common luxuries most of his other peers would  brag about. There were never any flowers on mothers' day. His mother's stocking was always filled, but never emptied.
His father had an unconscious vendetta against him. He was the cause of his wife's untimely death whether either of them liked it or not. While his father may not have noticed it, Sehun noticed how the other children were treated by their paternal figures. Sehun's father was closed off from his own child and rarely showed affection.
Devoid of the necessary love needed for a child to prosper, Sehun searched for emotional outlets. After months of searching, he finally landed on the routine of working on his body. He would lose himself within his own mind, often pushing himself over his own limits.
When the bridge from adolescence to adulthood arrived, Sehun pursued a career where his body was valued. He decided that while he could not protect his mother from childbirth or his father from himself, he could protect someone else from the general population. thus, he entered the bodyguard/security field and has been content within the field ever since.
He truly found purpose when he was assigned to protect Park Jimin.

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We were never meant to be lovers, but isn't that the most ironic part? A job where I was simply meant to protect your well being led to countless late nights where we were alone, learning things about each other that we would never tell anyone else. Jimjam, you know some of my darkest secrets; the things that have made me the man I am today, but there's one thing you always knew: you are what keeps me going. Protecting you from the world and what it can throw at us is what makes me get up in the morning. Seeing those ruffled strands of raven locks peeking out at me from underneath the sheet- that's what reminds me why I do what I do. I protect you because you are the light of my life. I love you.

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Fulfilling the family legacy and following in his parents' footsteps had been a birthright that he had never wanted. Both of Sanghyuk's parents had been idols for their entire lives and they had no plans for him to pursue any other occupation. Dancing, singing, and school was all he knew since he was born. He never had the luxuries of a normal childhood. Rather, he thrived off of competiton and self improvement. His morals shifted to darker, more selfish motives.

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In his free time, he would lock himself in his room and occupy himself with books, video games, and movies. He needed an outlet aside from his education and career in the making. While he rarely had the ability to indulge himself, he made sure that he did for at least a few minutes every day. He was forced to grow up incredibly quickly. Thus, he has childish moments and relishes in opportunities to be playful. As an adult now, Sanghyuk has paved a path for himself with the help of his parents and he would not dare to stray from that path. However, he still resorts to his adolescent ways and occupies his free time with child-like activities in order to cope with the stress of being an idol.

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Sunlight peered through the glass panes of his bedroom window. His eyelids crinkled up as he turned to face the other side of his room. Silken sheets encompassed his frame, wrapping him in a gentle warmth. His head throbbed, but he dismissed it as an after-effect of the night before. He had the tendency to lose himself in his drink and pay for it the morning after. Extending his arms, he emitted a prolonged yawn, hands reaching up for the canopy above. His hands came down to glide through his hair, lithe digits trailing down to his neck where a minute bump rested. Perhaps he had a rendezvous with a little minx and had been so intoxicated that he had completely forgotten about it. however, as soon as he attempted to stand up, he fell to the ground and gathered the attention of his mother who heard the clatter from downstairs.

that was the day he died.

he was another countless victim of the bubonic plague. He felt like he was cheated out of life. he had so much left to do and to see, but he fell victim to a silly plague. it was ridiculous. death was not as pretty as it was usually romaniticized to be. sure, there was the bright light, but it was just the entrance into heaven. he was almost immediately cast out from heaven. he wanted more. he didn't want to be stuck in a so-called paradise. he knew that the world was ever-evolving and he wanted to learn more about it. he wanted to see it flourish, but didn't want the humans to outsmart him.

perhaps he felt he needed a purpose, but he tried to monitor human progress at every turn. he provoked wars, censored literature left and right, and ensured that knowledge was his and his only.

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Byun baekhyun's life never had that coming-of-age filter conveniently placed on top. rather, he hosted a series of misfortunes that forced him into the position he's currently in. it all began when his mother died. his father spiraled into depression and alcoholism. baekhyun couldn't blame him. baekhyun's mother was irreplacable. she was kind, gentle, and had a heavenly voice.

he thought his father's alcoholism would be a mere phase of grief, but months passed. those months turned into yeasr, and baekhyun was left to fend for himself as a teenager. There were good days and the were bad days. on the worst days, baekhyun would go to sleep with a bruised body and a broken soul. his father certainly was not a bad man. in fact, he couldn't be better. sure, he had his flaws, but his father was incredibly supportive when he could. however, his father needed a way to cope and he found his comfort in the burn of whiskey as it cascaded down his throat.

his saving grace was university where he found his passion for child therapy and the ability to prevent troubled youth from becoming like him: broken. originally, he thought the best way to help children was to be a teacher for them. however, he quickly found out that there was only so much he could do to help them in that position. he didn't want to overstep his boundaries. thus, he decided to follow a new path. today, he uses his education and job as a youth social worker to assist children in non-ideal situations.

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After high school, there were multiple avenues an individual could select: college, military, travel, etc...  as a student, juhyun was always the reserved type that never took any risks--until she graduated. immediately following graduation, she kissed her parents on the cheeks and hopped into a taxi to the airport. she made a pact with herself to explore the world. she would not be the valedictorian that saved her hometown from itself. she would save that for the next generation.

juhyun spent two years traveling the globe until she arrived at wali mailhi. the island captivated her and she found herself staying here until present day. currently, she runs an island library with the help of a few assistant librarians. the library sits close to the shore so that customers can purchase their literary journey, take a seat on one of the beach chairs, and lose themselves in their story as the sun disappears into the horizon.

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The human psyche has always been an enigma. Childhood forges the greatest of minds regardless of its fortune. There were no silver spoons. There were no family dinners. There were no evenings of laughter and memory making. Naivety crushed before acquiring the ability to walk, his brain thrived off of cacophany: the midnight train rumbling beside his bedroom window deafening the screams and vulgar insults coming from the next room, his elder sister's whimpers as her arms wrapped around his minute frame, and animated characters bolting across a television screen- their banter distracting from the whispered table discussion of finances.
It's true. The human mind is incredible. It can rebound from nearly anything. Death was a fleeting emotion that hit him like an ocean wave: devastating at first glance, but like every over wave, it recedes. Lacking a familiar voice in his nights, twilight felt lonely. Without pained tears dampening his pajama shirt, his heart felt as if undergoing a drought. The pursuit of a liquid escape silenced their shared nights. In a way, he envied her. She could finally feel at peace, yet she left him in a purgatorial hell.
The years resembled days. His mind assembled walls that are never meant to crumble, should he want to maintain his sanity. Nostalgic longing hit him in waves, some irrelevant enough to be brushed off his shoulder, others catastrophic tsunamis, drowing his consciousness with faint images of a dim night-light and hushed sobs echoing throughout the room.
His escape did not result in a fabled light at the end of a tunnel. Rather, it involved books stacked on an oak desk, debt piling up in the back of his mind, and a taste of happiness that he never thought he'd find. Grief still visits from time to time, but it's merely a puddle at his feet, the muddled surface reflecting a glimpse of golden clouds cascading down upon him a glimmering radiance: a smile watching over him.