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Mariel ([personal profile] no1likeme) wrote in [community profile] unknownballad2024-10-11 09:04 am

❝ Halloween-themed stuff! ❞


{ 𝅘𝅥𝅯 this is halloween 𝅘𝅥𝅯 }
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Some options:
  • trick or treating
  • hayrides (haunted or not)
  • corn mazes (haunted or not)
  • bonfires (with or without ghost stories)
  • halloween parties
  • haunted houses (real or staged)
  • picking out costumes
  • pumpkin patch/carving
  • anything your heart desires!

briste: (jongwoo289)

[personal profile] briste 2024-11-01 09:33 am (UTC)(link)
It was a good idea in theory. It might've worked well with someone else. Probably would've worked with someone else. It's probably difficult to know exactly what to do with Jongwoo or for him when Seokyoon knows so very little about the trauma he's suffered. How can he be expected to know what it is that might trigger Jongwoo?

This was such a bad idea.

It all happened so fast. One moment, a man was bursting through the corn, and the next, Jongwoo was driving a knife into his chest again and again. Over and over and over and- Likely a father and husband, looking for the family he'd been separated from. He startled the already on edge and panicked Jongwoo, and Jongwoo lashed out. Jongwoo attacked the perceived threat. The knife was in his hand so quickly (he had a knife with him. He always has a knife with him. Sorry Seokyoon) and he attacked before he even registered what was happening. And now he can't stop. The man's dead but he can't stop.

Until he hears Seokyoon call out his name from somewhere nearby. Wide, crazed eyes fall to the body he's straddling, down to the knife sticking out of his chest that Jongwoo's gripping so tightly. "Stay where you are." Don't come any closer. Don't see what he's done.
sacrificialbff: (seokyoon010)

[personal profile] sacrificialbff 2024-11-01 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Right, because 'stay where you are' in the desperate voice of the friend he's frantically been looking for never had the smallest chance of working. As soon as he heard Jongwoo, heard his voice and the tone of it, he panicked. Panicked and pushed through more of the corn until...

It's more than a gasp, but not quite a cry. It's enough for Seokyoon's eyes to go impossibly wide and round, for both hands to clasp over his mouth lest he draw more attention to them. And he stops in his tracks. Frozen, rooted the spot like his legs turned into actual lead. He couldn't move. He can barely breathe.

So much blood!

It feels like solid minutes before Seokyoon can think. Surely something happened and Jongwoo was somehow provoked? But how could they argue self-defense when, even at a glance, Seokyoon could see so much violence? He shuffles closer and leans down to grab Jongwoo's arm. Now is not the time to talk about what happened. Now is the time to get Jongwoo out of here!

"Come on," he mutters. "We have to go."