❝what the hell was that?!❞
❝the sound of your bones breaking.❞
a story where seong sookja is cursed to be a monster and jeon jungkook finds himself at the wrong place at the wrong time.
started: 05/09/19
ended: 07/01/20
supernatural au
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001 - BEAST 짐승
WINTER HAD BARELY left inewood as spring attempted to blossom the frozen town into life once again. trying to return the lush palette of verdant leaves and bashful petals to the ice painted streets as a solemn sookja spectated the sport of evicting jack frost's touch from their town.
sookja couldn't have been more doleful of spring's return.
to others, spring was an era of rebirth. its mild warmth filling the light air as it liberated nature from its monotone cage. pollen danced in the breeze as love became infectious amongst the people around her.
to sookja, spring was the epidemic that caused her to hide. as warmth crept back into the town, its people rose from their hibernation and dominated every corner of inewood. leaving sookja with no where to flee when she lost her humanity.
she had found a home in her usual scarlet leather booth, the pen detained in her fingers and the abused notepad on the table remained as her only company like they always did. cradled in the sapphire and kunzite neon that bathed ryu's diner as her eyes explored the landscape.
the scene dominated by eastern portraits, freckled with some american faces just like the rest of the town was. inewood was the korean town injected into the heartland of another country; saturated with reminders of the home she abandoned long ago.
"sookja! do you plan on daydreaming for the rest of your shift?" the familiar, combusted voice of ryu minjae echoed from the kitchen, earning a sigh from the girl as she slammed the notepad closed before picking it up. "no, mister ryu!" she called back, reluctantly leaving the embrace of her booth, returning to the shadow of the counter.
the clatter of dishes meeting the bubble filled basin accompanied by the rattle of pans flipping the saturated patties and golden fries sizzling in the scolding oil hauled her from the haven in her mind.
"booth 8." sookja's eyes hiked from the counter top to find the sympathetic dew in mister ryu's wife's eyes. a soft smile accented by the light lines her amiable grins had drawn over time. her antiqued, western features all framed by a shaded blonde mane. "thank you, diana." the younger's hands slipped underneath the full plates, balancing them on her palms before she turned. quickly scanning the room for booth 8, only to find them there.
the trinity of chaotic assholes.
otherwise known as park jimin, kim taehyung and jeon jungkook.
