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Kim Won Hyo
the stupid farmer

Money.

What was that? A furrowed brow danced upon his forehead, enticed but greatly confused by the single word. The piece of paper – well, actually, no. It wasn’t paper. It was paper-like, but it wasn’t paper at all. Wonhyo dawned down at the new profound piece of the future puzzle almost in utter awe. The girl mentioned it being a peace offering which made him beyond sceptical. A peace offering was less to do with the value of something, but rather the rendering of one’s heart during the process. Mother had always praised him for giving wonderful offerings because he always took time to examine and reflect on each piece he was giving up. If he was just going to give her a chicken and call it a day, she would see that he was offering up a piece of the world she helped to create and that his heart was not aligned with her own. That, I suppose, was one of the many reasons he stood out from his other brothers and sisters.

“Wonhyo, come back here,”

Speaking of his brothers.

You didn’t need to tell him twice. Obedient as a trained dog, Wonhyo hurried back to his brother’s side. While the other two were so hyper-focused on the girls before them, Wonhyo’s mind was in other places. Like this piece of paper that he was currently holding with his two hands. Stretched out, the paper had a covering over it that he couldn’t seem to describe. Rainbows scattered along the surface, disappearing and reappearing every so often. Was this perhaps some sort of, well, food? Sehun had mentioned food before, so maybe this was some sort of new fruit that had been grown in the gardens of this futuristic kingdom? Without a moment of hesitation, Wonhyo brought the note up to his nose and gave it a firm sniff. There was defiantly an odd smell to it. I suppose there was one way to find out if it was food or not.

Do you have food?

“Huh?” Wonhyo hummed, turning his head to look at the little creature perched upon a nearby railing. He had sensed a force nearby him prior, but with all this madness happening before him (his brother almost died!) he had simply drained it out. He stepped towards the railing, behind his brother’s backs and knelt down to find a plump street rat. “I do have food!” he said with a bright, innocent gleam upon his face “Would you like some?”

Oh, yes please. I’m starving!

The rat stood on it’s hind legs, rubbing his hands in glee as he anticipated the meal this strange, long-haired man might’ve had for him. However, Wonhyo presented the rat with the note. That’s not food squealed the rat, in a rather offended tone (if that was even possible for a rat to reach that key).

“Yes it is. The women over there gave it to me. Here; you can have it! It smells very good” Wonhyo insisted, bringing the money closer to the rat

No

“Come on”

No!

“You said you were hungry”

Are you an idiot?

“I’m just trying to give y- ack!”

Without warning (well, there were plenty of non-verbal warnings but he had been too thick to read any of them), the rat latched his teeth upon his finger before quickly scattering away. “Ow!” Wonhyo hissed, standing up with disgust as he held onto his rodent bitten finger. The animals in this kingdom were not as nice as the ones from back home. And well, that interaction had placed him into a foul mood. Standing up and stomping his feet back into position next to his brothers, Wonhyo presented himself as a toddler about to burst into a tantrum.

“Don’t trust those women!” he pouted, throwing the note in their direction before the cool morning breeze took it captive. “That wasn’t food! Were you trying to poison us? Wait – what if they were lying? What if they really don’t know Mother?”






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They're gonna know, they were going to see through her lies at this rate she could have been cursed by the dokkaebi for lying to them this was just the prelude of her downfall because she attempted on becoming the mediator of the whole situation because nor Minsu or Yejun would be the best to handle this situation and it's not like she was also the one that could fix everything but at least out of the three she wasn't the one that always woke up and choose violence.

But all her hopes were crushed as the most normal dokkaebi, not that she could say much about it, but at least he wasn't going around hugging strangers or appearing out of nowhere expecting to be received as if he was the main protagonist of a party, but either way, he was able to see through her lies and wasn't impressed by her excuses, were they now stuck with dokkaebi with mommy issues? This was terrible.

It didn't take long until the other one added to their exchange of words regarding the rings "And she bound us to those rings, you know, the ones you all decided to claim ownership of last night?" the dokkaebi said as Ae-Ri took a glance at the piece of jewelry that was adorning now her finger, she tried to remove it but it was useless it was stuck in her finger and as she took a glance on her best friends they were experiencing the same issue as her, this couldn't be happening.

She heard Minsu's angry response towards the rings as she let out her statement towards the old lady that gave it to them. Everything started to make sense, the flashbacks of the prior night were making their way together like puzzle pieces that matched with the other. No, no, no, no this can't be happening because even if she was drunk last night, she could clearly remember that after she was told that she couldn't take the cat that was the street back to their home; she was the one that led her friends to the old lady and the first one to try to assist her giving the old lady, mother or entity at this point the chance to give them the cursed rings and now they were stuck with the dokkaebi, this was all Ae-Ri's fault if she wasn't so nice this wouldn't have happened in the first place.

Ae-Ri felt terrible, this was all her fault and now her two best friends were part of the consequences of her too nice actions, and now most likely the two of them would be furious at the fact that they couldn't take the rings off and knowing them if they couldn't find a way to take the rings off from a civil way they would just end chopping their finger off, well maybe she was exaggerating but Minnie and Junnie would do anything to take them off. Did she need to hide all the kitchen knives from them? This couldn't get worse, it shouldn't get worse.

As she was having her own mental breakdown the dokkaebis seemed to be taking this too well, as one seemed too interested in the food, another one was just existing and the third one was... wait was he trying to feed a rat with the money she took from her? This was getting worse as he seemed angry and started saying they wanted to poison them as if the money was food
"I never said that money was food, you just made that assumption on your own, you actually use it to buy food"
she replied to the dokkaebi excluding the part about Mother.

And then Junnie started talking "We gotta contact mother at the temple... She must have an answer to this. We first need to get away from them though... any ideas?" even in this situation her best friend was ready to use her tactics taught by her parents, but at this moment Ae-Ri was ready to follow blindly her true believer friend
"Should we just throw something at them and run?"
Ae-Ri whispered back, maybe violence in this time of situations was needed after all.
Kang Ae-Ri
Mood: I cause all of this TT.TT

Location: Rooftop

Outfit: Here

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After a failed attempt at getting away from the dokkaebi, their only solution ended up being going to the temple. Although it was more of Junnie’s request, as Ae-Ri knew her best friend wouldn’t stop until she contacted mother and would request an explanation and she took her children with her; hoping the girls would have again a peaceful life and their experience with the dokkaebi would be a memory they would tell, laughing as time passed.

But even if Ae-Ri wasn’t completely on board with the odd request of her best friend, although she ended up agreeing, because knowing how Yejun saw the dokkaebi’s she would end up trying to do an exorcise in the middle of the street or even worse call her parents and have them being involved in the whole mess that Ae-Ri may or may have not caused. If only she wasn’t so nice, then this could have been prevented. But now she had to suffer the consequences of her actions

In the end, Ae-Ri realized that it would have been a terrible idea to go with Yejun, since neither of them had realized the minor detail that the temple wasn’t just around the corner. And that was the main reason how they ended up in the subway station with 3 dokkaebis that caught the attention of everyone. Because how many times you could see people dressed in clothes of the Silla era.

That was the main reason that she was so immersed in the pamphlet that she received for the Chinese restaurant near the station. Because in Ae-Ri’s mind learning from memory all the menu and prices would make the dokkaebis go away; or at least she could pretend that she was way busier than paying attention to the not welcome visitors and for sure Yejun’s methods to keep them away from her.

After a trip that felt like an eternity and a pamphlet that couldn’t be more wrinkled and knowing that Ae-Ri was sure she could recite the entire menu with no mistakes, they finally made it to the temple. But even there the 3 identities were the main point of attention of everyone that was there, although it wasn’t as crowded as the subway; they were still curious eyes that were intrigued by what the particular group was doing.

On other occasions, Ae-Ri would have gone to ask for better opportunities and even for better good luck in her love relationships, but now she was stuck trying to find the mother of the dokkaebis with any clue on how to even contact her.

“Okay, so any ideas on where we should start searching for mother? And Minsu, just because you are not a believer, that doesn’t mean you can’t help”
Kang Ae-Ri
Mood: I don't know them

Location: temple

Outfit: Here

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If he could help it, he wouldn't be here. Let's contact Mother, they say. How do they even know that Mother would be any more likely to show up at this temple than on their rooftop?

Oh, that's right.

They don't.

But alas, the ring — and, therefore, bujeok girl — calls, and he must answer. His current brand of freedom wasn't quite that yet, after all.

All along the way, he and his brothers had received numerous lingering stares, enough that even a complete dolt would have realized at some point that they were the odd ones out. Everyone on the long, metal-cage-like, extremely-fast-moving vehicle called a "subway" had been adorned in a style reminiscent of the three girls' weird clothing, making it clear that he was, in fact, the weird one here. Unsurprisingly so, he supposed, considering that at least a few centuries had passed since they last left the rings. Even Goryeo and Joseon had different ideas on what was fashionable.

"You know, you probably need to get us clothes that fit the era,"
he remarked at the three girls as yet another middle-aged lady walked by with a concerned, judging glint in her gaze, completely ignoring their leader's question. It seemed the girls were still optimistic on getting rid of them. Cute, but Mother wasn't so nice to just whisk away their troubles; as in, them, the brothers. Some goddess she is, Mingi thought, you're better off not praying to her. That lady always did the opposite of what you wished she would do.

The front of the temple, where the shrine glittered, was packed with people, shoving each other in their anxious bid to find enlightenment. As a man pushed past him, Mingi allowed himself to be naturally pushed towards a woman from whose bag hung a rather eye-catching figurine of a smiling black & yellow mouse made of what seemed like a more transparent version of amber and onyx. Quietly, he slipped the ring it hung from off of the strap of her bag, before moving back to lean against a cool wooden pillar, playing with the surprisingly light doll in his hand.

"If you want to find Mother,"
he began again, watching the crowd shuffle in and out of his vision, his tone mostly joking,
"you should have Wonhyo give her a offering."
He paused to glance out of the gates of the temple and then back the crowd, toying with the idea of seeing Mother, right there, standing amidst the crowd, faded yet distinct in that creepy way of hers.

"Hey, Wonhyo,"
he laughed,
"go pick a chrysanthemum from the garden or something."
Maybe if they could make her appear somehow, the girls would be faster to become disillusioned — and he had no doubt that they absolutely will become disillusioned.

































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so they were going to the temple.

it was an overreaction to minsu, who had realised while changing out of their pajamas and after making a much-needed cup of coffee that the dokkaebi weren't the spooky, flesh-eating, hideous monsters yejun was always going on about. frankly, she'd say they were decently attractive men, and men was all they seemed to be to her. but junnie was insistent, and minsu knew better than to argue with her best friend when it came to that.

of course, she could've not gone, but minsu wasn't about to leave her best friends alone with some men, dokkaebi or not. who knew what they would get up to?

her suspicions towards them had melted somewhat quickly, however, since taking the subway gave her far too much free time to get to know them. after you got over the approximately twelve pairs of eyes that were trained on them at all times (not aided by the one dokkaebi that had been in a constant freak-out), it was fine having a conversation. helpful, even, in ignoring the stares, though yejun looked like she was ready to lose her mind every time minsu spoke to them, chiding her each time in a whisper-scream.

never stopped her, though.

by the time they arrived at the temple, minsu had found out their names, who was linked to who, and what kind of bread they were most likely to be.
"so can you teleport through doors like kim shin? or was that just dramatised?"
minsu asked, though ae-ri interjected before sehun, or so he said his name was, had time to respond.

"okay, so any ideas on where we should start searching for mother? and minsu, just because you are not a believer, that doesn’t mean you can’t help."

"yes, because the one who's been here once will be of help."
she drawled, gesturing wildly as she continued to speak,
"maybe we should just... i don't know, yell for her? maybe she'll show up in a poof of magic smoke?"


the smug one— mingi, if that was his real name— interjected, still wearing his ugly, smug smile. "if you want to find mother, you should have wonhyo give her an offering." her gaze followed his words, shifting to the who she'd correctly assumed was the youngest of the three and the biggest public nuisance on the subway. why him? "go pick a chrysanthemum from the garden or something."

minsu sensed a grudge. or maybe she was overthinking it, since sarcasm seemed to be the only language mingi spoke, irritatingly smug as he always looked; even when considering that flower-picking from the temple gardens was probably illegal, she still couldn't quite muster up concern. whatever worked, worked, right?
"yeah, what he said. they're experts or something, let's go with that."


































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KIM WON HYO.


mood mother?

location jogyesa temple

outfit oh, this old thing?

fun fact wonhyo was once attacked by a swarm of bees trying to collect some chrysanthemums for mother's daily offering. he was stung twelve times after he told the bees that he was thankful for what they do, but they needed to really think about their strategies so they wouldn't die out in the future. they were not too please with his feedback, obviously.

mention mingi ( triples triples ) + the rest of the gang is here too






Chaotic.

The wondering eyes, peeling off every layer of their clothing and flesh to crack a code. The concerning glances as they prepared themselves for the worst outcome of this random scenario before them. The small rectangular object that was preoccupying the attention that wasn’t on the three brothers were being held up in their direction when not consuming its owner. These were all things that one would’ve been hyperaware in their current situation. And yet, these were all things Kim Wonhyo paid zero attention to. Instead, the dim-witted male found himself in complete awe of the subway train they were currently travelling on. His mouth agape, hanging in utter shock and inspiration as the lights flashed before his eyes and the scenery changed, metamorphizing with the additional passengers as they hurried onto the train.

A poor child was held captive in Wonhyo’s collection of thoughts as the older male asked him a mountain of questions. What were they on? How did it work? Who made this thing? What is it made from? The child, however, had only just conquered how to tie their own shoelaces up and therefore, his answers were riddled with inaccuracies. Once they were being shoved off the subway, Wonhyo would confidently tell his brothers how there were tiny men working in the walls of the train, creating a thing called ‘power’ to make transportation work. Oh, how this Kingdom was so much different to his own.

As their travels continued onwards, the voices of the pigeons above cooed a good morning, and the rats scurrying to shelter were on the hunt for a meal. Their voices sang to him, echoing through his mind and performing a lullaby that brought him some comfort and familiarity. With a deep inhale, a scent formed upon the tip of his nose. A smell that reminded him of the warm embrace that melted away the bitter frost of this world: Mother. The earthy, herb aroma lingered in the air. The people before them seemed to also be drawn to this scent as they too followed it. A splash of colour brought out the beauty of the maroon and jade coloured temple as they grew closer. Flower adorned the garden beds, resembling the arrangement of the Princess’ personal quarters. Were they trespassing? Could this be a Royal sanctuary?

Wonhyo rose his hand delicately, cupping the pink-tinted chrysanthemum flower with the respect it deserved. Mother always loved chrysanthemums. She was never far from one, and opted to braid them into her long, silky locks. Holding onto this flower brought a warmth over his body, resembling the heated embrace Mother gave him right after he…

“Hey, Wonhyo,”

Wide-eyed, Wonhyo pushed away all thoughts of carnage into the back of his mind and reclaimed his innocence as he turned to his brother. “Go pick a chrysanthemum from the garden or something”

Now, why would he do something like that? These were precious flowers that needed to be protected from all dangers as they flourished and bloom. The only reason to pick them would be to – Mother. The thrill of excitement ran up his spine and a grin formed on his face to match the intense feelings of joy in his body. “Okay!” he agreed without hesitation, turning at the heel with a spark to his step and hastily marching to the purple flowers. They were always Mother’s favourite, and whenever he made her an offering, she thanked and blessed him beyond words for ensuring her favourite flora was present at the altar. His eyes danced amongst the patterns of the flowers, carefully concentrating on each unique feature. And then he felt something.

It was a tug from his chest. A rope attached to his heart, entrapping, and heaving in a pulling gesture. Dark eyes were snatched away from the flowers before him, tracing the dragging sensation’s main source. And there she was. A glow of soft reds surrounded her as her hands gracefully traced the outline of a purple chrysanthemum. The light of her face shone upon each pedal, with her rays kissing each one delicately as she blessed them. And even though her face was outshined by the incredible light it produced, you could sense and feel the warm smile her lips cracked as she gazed down so lovingly.

“Mother?”





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mother.


mood out of everywhere I could possibly end up for a nice walk - it's the same place they end up

location jogyesa temple

outfit just trying to be lowkey and keeping it casual

fun fact chrysanthemums are also known as “mum flower”. they're a symbol of pleasure and happiness.

mention wonhyo + the rest of the gang is here too







She had prayed for her sons to be okay. It had been many moons since the three of them had a taste of the modern society which brought nothing but great anxiety to her body. What if Wonhyo didn’t look both ways while walking across the street? What if he ate something that he wasn’t meant to eat because one of the rodents on the street claimed it was a great feast, only to be poisoned? What if people were rude and unkind to Wonhyo? And sure, there were the other two who seemed to have their heads screwed on just right and ate metal bolts for breakfast. And also, sure, they were immortal. But it didn’t eliminate the fear. That immense unnerving reality that she wasn’t sure she knew what she was doing. That was a strange feeling to have. But there was a prophecy that needed to be fulfilled. What would happen if this prophecy was to crumble like a poorly structured sandcastle? She had no clue. That was the biggest fear of all.

“I feel like going for a walk” a soft puff of breath released past her lips, rising from her seated position, followed by a grunt. This old body was not doing her any favours today. Tilting her head to the side, allowing the arteritis to consume the bones with a click and a clack, she gazed upon two young adults that stood opposite from her. "Hayoon. Dal. Let’s go for a walk, shall we?”

“Like we really have a choice” the fiery red-headed female responded, flaring her nostrils with a roll of her eyes. Her finger twirled a strand of hair, subconsciously tugging on the locks as she turned to gaze upon her twin brother. “You better not go rolling in shit again. You smelt so bad last time”

“Excuse me for getting horse crap mixed up with mud. You know I have poor vision” the white-haired male pouted, readjusting his glasses upon the bridge of his nose. The fire in his sister’s stomach may have been contagious to others, but to him, it frightened him half the time.

Before any further discussion on the faecal matter could be addressed or extended upon, the old woman waved her hand in a calm, rhythmic gesture. Sparkling gold embers crackled in the air before forming a seal around the twin’s neck. Once completely sealed, a blazing line trailed from their necks to the old woman’s raised hand, forming a leash. Finally, in a triumphant fiery display, embers rained down on all three of them. As the ash and clouds began to subside, the twins were no longer to be seen. Instead, standing in their place were two Jindo dogs. One was as white as snow, already sniffing his surroundings. The other was a shade of red and orange, already stubbornly sitting down. Their leashes attached to the hand still, but not one of an elderly woman’s. There was no longer a woman who wore all her wisdom through her skin standing in her spot. Instead, stood a rather young male adult.

“Show off”

A grin spread across his face after hearing the dog’s thought. “Jealous, are we Hayoon?” he cooed at the darker furred dog. “Come on. I hear there’s a chrysanthemum festival on at a nearby temple. You know how much I adore those flowers”

The twins were easily persuaded to follow along with the tug of their leashes. The sun shone down upon them, kissing their chilled cheeks from the cold breeze. He prayed that going to this festival would clear his mind of any anxiety that was riddling it. And he was right – the first fifteen minutes of walking around with the dogs in tow was so incredibly peaceful. He couldn’t remember the last time he was so content in just being. What was that saying? Stopping to sniff the roses in the garden? Well, that’s what he was doing today, but instead, it was with chrysanthemums. His absolute favourite flower in the whole world. As his eyes trailed the patterns of the petals of the flower, hyper fixated by the bee that was carefully inspecting the pollen, his mind couldn’t help but graze by the memory of Wonhyo. The pain he had gone through to bring him an offering of his favourite flower; getting stung by all those bees just to show his love and dedication to him.

But he did have to question – did he love him so much that he was starting to hear his voice?

“Mother?”

No, it couldn’t be.

“Mother!”

The wind was knocked out of him as Wonhyo ran over, his two strong arms wrapping around his waist. “Wonhyo?” He stuttered, in complete disbelief. There was no way he was here.

"Mother! I’m so happy to see you!” Wonhyo pulled back, his face shining with absolute joy. How could you say no to a face like that? Still lost for words, he stood there with his mouth agape and in horror to discover that they had found him so damn easily. “Is that Hayoon and Dal?!” Wonhyo continued, his excitement levels soaring through the roof at the sudden realisation of the two dogs present. “It is! Hey! Mingi! Sehun!” – oh no, not those two as well. He had somewhat prayed that maybe they had split up, especially considering she knew how awfully mean they could be to the not-so-smartest brother. “It’s Mother! And she has Hayoon and Dal!”





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yejun was not amused. it was one thing to be tied to a ring harboring a dokkaebi, but for it to physically attach that said wicked being to her... this temple trip had become a lot more complicated and a lot less safe. it didn't help that they were sticking out like a sore thumb with their old period attires and that minsu was conversing with them a bit too casually.. she truly loved her best friend and treasured how, despite the complete lack in belief, minsu respected those ways ' odd' and 'redundant '. but, right now, yejun was hanging on a fraying thread of tranquility as her admonishing whispers fell on deaf ears.

it was a miracle they all departed the subway safe and sound. well, as safe and sound as one could be bound to a trio of demons.

"you know, you probably need to get us clothes that fit the era," the dokkaebi spoke, making yejun let out a snort.

"the only thing we will be getting you is a ticket to back where you came from" she retorted, her glare slightly dwindling under the aghast expressions of those passing by. her resolution stayed though, and now that they were arriving at the temple, the idea edged closer and closer to manifestation.

the sacred grounds of the jogyesa temple felt as much as home as a sanctuary to those of faith, including yejun. it was a place where her feet knew every path and her eyes every crevice. it is where she would come to acknowledge those before her and the universe beyond her. in the divine shrine, celestial vibrations would sync to her prayer's hymn as starlist gratitude summons presences of heavenly hues. it is where the chrysantheum festival was held, their petals falling just as stars do, bringing a bit of heaven with them. that, and the perfect opportunity to call upon mother.

mother.

those who did not believe could not grasp the magnitude of her being, were blind to the importance of her presence and deaf to the whispers prized and prophetic. mother was a light hugging these earthen lands with golden arms, arriving in the way natural forces do; needing no invitation yet heralding a warm welcome. she was one banishing evil and darkness from this realm, protecting those innocent and pure. few could see that, and even less believed in it. yejun did believe in it, which was why she was desperately seeking answers right now.

were those dokkaebi speaking the truth?

was mother behind this binding?

if so, what was the meaning behind it?

had she done anything wrong to be bestowed such a curse?

questions, and even more questions,, all that could hopefully be answered with one summon.

"go pick a chrysanthemum from the garden or something."

"yeah, what he said. they're experts or something, let's go with that."

yejun levelled her best friend a questioning glance, as if to say: 'expert?? what about me??' her eyes then followed the most optimistic dokkaebi as he practically skipped over to a bed of chrysantheum. he wanted to summon mother with a few flowers, out in the open? she had to scoff.

"good luck with that, he probably doesn't even know the rit- did you just steal a pikachu charm??" the modern black and yellow figurine in his hand looked odd in contrast of his historic appearance. in another world, yejun could find the picture funny, but this was a dokkaebi they were talking about. a dokkaebi who just robbed an innocent person of their prized pikachu.

" you did not just commit theft in this sacred place." she hissed, trying to snatch it from his hand. she honestly should not be surprised by it, but that did not make her less frustrated. well, at least this could help open the eyes of those irreligious, aid them in catching the wicked nature of these men. crossing her arms, her head turned back to her best friends as her hand loosely gestured to the dokkaebi. "see riri-ah, minnie-ah, these dokkaebi are nothing but-"

" Hey! Mingi! Sehun!”

“It’s Mother! And she has Hayoon and Dal!”

her gaze snapped over to the voice, capturing his figure alongside that of a . . . guy with two dogs? she blinked, before squinting her eyes. the stranger next to him did not look like one of mother's forms nor could she sense any divine warmth from him as she usually would. letting out a sigh, she shook her head. no, this could not be mother.

"ya, you can't just call random people mother!" she said as she approached them.

"do you really think mother will just appear here in the open? we aren't even at the shrine, nor have we done the proper ritual." she whispered to the dokkaebi as she tugged him back. "also, just flowers won't do anymore; that is way of the past. it's flowers, color and fruit now, or something else." she gestured down at her red outfit and gave her bag a pat. yejun had always stockpiled some of mother's favourite fruit at home just in case, alongside with other favourites of mother. you just never knew when an impromptu call was needed nor did you want to give the same offering again and again; mother deserved better than that.

such an amateur...

yejun, too invested in schooling someone on how to properly treat the summoning of mother, had briefly forgotten the other person. she was brought back from her trance, however, when a dog-like scent entered her nose. her eyes travelled from the dokkaebi to the handsome guy, a stark realization settling in that he heard everything and probably thought he was dealing with two weirdos. cheeks flushed slight red as she quickly bowed.

"ah, so sorry for disturbing you! please don't mind me and my.....friend"


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"Mother!"
Wonhyo's loud voice carried itself across the garden & into Mingi's ears, causing him to launch himself off the pillar, into a stick-straight position, eyes widening in surprise. No fucking way. His head swirled to the origin of the noise, only to find that, yes fucking way, Wonhyo was indeed with the familiar, greying figure of a goddess. Mingi grimaced; was it too late now to unmake his suggestion?

He turned back to share a look with Sehun, his attention returning just in time to see bujeok girl making a grab for his new toy — she, of course, failed to snatch it in time before he pulled his hand away and stuffed the toy into the pocket of his trousers. Wonhyo's insistence on calling out for them made it impossible for him to feign ignorance any further; Mingi sighed as he brushed himself off.

"She actually came,"
he scoffed, mostly for his saner brother to hear. A tiny seed of concern sprouts in his heart that she might truly imprison them again, but he masks it with sarcasm as he took his first step towards her, drawling out:
"what an honor."


In his reluctance to actually get to Mother, he walked slowly, allowing bujeok girl to take over him in firm strides. He stared after her, dragging out his steps even more as he observed her force Wonhyo off his beloved mom and back down the flowery path. She knew nothing about the true divine, that much was clear. The curiosity in him perks up again — it had drifted from him in the confusion of their sudden release — why it was these girls, who were simply normal, irrelevant, that they had been gifted to. Mother must have a reason... at this thought he frowned at himself; look at him, falling into that old, tired pattern of blind faith.

"Ah, so sorry for disturbing you!"
The girl exclaimed as the rest of their odd entourage arrived where she was, expression one of near-fatal embarrassment,
"Please don't mind me and my ......friend."


"Friend?"
Mingi's voice rang from behind her as he made his appearance in front of Mother and her two pets, in a tone that you could practically hear the grin in.
"So you think of us as friends already!"
He laughed, throwing an arm around her shoulders in an abruptly friendlier way,
"I'm so touched, Yejun-ah."


Yes, he did, in fact, remember her name. Will he continue to call it instead of bujeok girl once Mother was gone? No.

"Hey, get your hands off the poor human,"
a disembodied voice scolded, bringing his gaze down to the bronze-colored dog, growling at him. What an adorable form for such a non-adorable person. He glanced at her snow white brother; at least Dal was cute enough to suit his new skin.

"Ah, noona, why're you always so scary?"
Mingi's teasing tone was a contradiction to his words, a clear indication that he did not find Hayoon scary in the least. He truly did, in the past, when she was his elder by hundreds of years (and he was still someone that was scared of his elders). But the thing about dogs is that they age so slowly; if she wasn't already younger than him, now, then they were at least on equal footing.

"I'm not your noona!"
Hayoon yelled — or, barked — as if to affirm his thoughts, though she likely meant that in a different way; as in 'don't associate me with the likes of you, you little bastard'. As per her violent self, her fluffy form tried to lunge at him and only held back by the leash in Mother's hands. Mingi flashed her a mocking smile, and if his mind wasn't on something else he might have taunted her about what a good dog she was.

Instead, he turned towards Mother, smile taking on a sharper edge as he asked her,
"But, Mother, shouldn't you be giving me back my things?"
He paused, shifting the annoyance out of his expression so it became faker gentler.
"If you're going to let me go, you should let all of me go, you know?"



































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mood i just wanted to go on a nice walk. wtf man.

location jogyesa temple

outfit people call me a bitch, but i'm just fabulous and they're mad.

fun fact dogs absolutely hate the smell of vinegar, spices, citrus fruits, alcohol - the list goes on!

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She could smell them before she could see them.

The dokkaebis.

Fate had its unique way of twisting and turning each expectation that you could fathom. Here Hayoon thought that they were just going to go on a pleasant walk in the park, smell some flowers, and then return to the heaven realm for a rest. Instead, she was left with the quite unpleasant scent of a combination of sweet nectarine, ground spices, fresh herbs, and desperation lingering in her nostrils. Before she could even alert Mother of their presence, along came the one lingering of sweet nectarine and speaking in maximum volume from excitement.

Wonhyo was the bearable one out of the three notorious brothers. He was kind, and would acknowledge both Hayoon and Dal for who they were; living beings, rather than being treated like a dog. However, his dimwittedness was his downfall, and his brothers took that for their advantage. So much so, that it was beyond frustrating as an observer. Hearing Wonhyo greet the pair of them, Hajoon lightly nodded her head in recognition. Dal, on the other hand, was wagging his tail so passionately that he was due to be airborne any minute.

Wonhyo’s sweet scent had almost overpowered Mingi’s, but as soon as the brother arrived at the scene, the ground spices stung Hajoon’s face. Instantly, it felt like someone had just kicked sand into her eyes. She didn’t even have to see or hear Mingi for him to irritate her to hell and back; it was talent, she had to give him credit for that. His presence made her feel on edge, causing a thin line of hair extending down her spine, from shoulder to tail, to rise. Teeth clenched, raised hackles, and ready to pounce at any moment, she was ready for him. As Mingi placed his arm around the human’s shoulder, an unexpected, uncontrolled rumble leaked from her chest. “Hey. Get your hands off the poor human." the grumbling girl ordered with fire in each word.

Hajoon was already tiptoeing close to the edge of exploding. Mingi’s teasing was only urging and testing her to see if she’d finally give in. The temptation was so sweet. And when he finally said it – noona – in a condescending tone, she was no longer responsible for her own actions. “I’m not your noona!” she barked before taking that leap of fate – the lunge to attempt to tear the pretty boy’s face off. The oh so powerful dokkaebi being taken down by a hound; it sounded like quite a story to go down in history. However, Mother didn’t think it was something to go down in the books and told for generations, as they sternly pulled the leash and halted any mauling from occurring. Even the firm tug of the leash wasn’t enough to knock Hajoon completely to her senses, remaining by Mother’s side and growling under her breath.

“Hajoon,” Mother said in a calm and collected tone as they gazed down at the winded up dog. “Play nicely with your brother. ” Her eyes swiftly moved from Hajoon and landed on her dearest son, who was now attempting to flatter her. After all these years, had he forgotten who he was talking to? A smirk crept up the corner of her mouth, followed by a soft chuckle. “Is that how you welcome your Mother?” She said in mellow tone. “Wonhyo almost tackled me off my feet.” Gracefully, she raised her arms in an inviting hug, closing the gap between herself and Mingi in an more than likely unwanted embrace. “It’s good to see you again,” she said in a hushed voice against Mingi’s ear. “But you must take me a fool to even consider giving you such power once more."

Her hands slid down his arms, planting them onto his elbows as she pulled back with a caring complexion and gazing at her son. “I think perhaps we should go and find a private quarters to discuss these new binding contracts.”






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Maybe Aeri hoped that being on the temple would make things go more at ease. Despite that, they were standing out as if they were carrying a sign that said “hey look at me.” And with Minnie’s remarks. It was quite obvious that the group was at a rough start for them to find an answer to all their problems. Perhaps they just needed to accept their fate and live for the rest of their lives with the dokkaebis or, even worse, having to chop their finger in order to move on; and one thing for sure was that she still wanted to keep all her fingers intact.

Thankfully, it didn’t take long until one of the dokkaebis whose name she remembered as Mingi started talking and giving them a way to contact mother; Minsu agreed and Aeri took a glance at her other best friend; who seemed dumbfounded at how they were labeled as experts and not her. Aeri wasn’t sure if they could really trust Mingi; but at that point, she would take any solution, regardless of whose mouth came out.

“Good luck with that. He probably doesn’t even know the rit- did you just steal a Pikachu charm? You did not just commit theft in this sacred place.” Yejun started saying and while Aeri was expecting a debate about how the proper ritual was; she was surprised by the sudden change in her best friend. “See riri-ah, minnie-ah, these dokkaebi are nothing but- “Yejun added but was interrupted mid-sentence by the one that was named Wonhyo about finding mother.
“It’s okay Junnie, we are going to find a solution to all of this soon.”
Aeri tried to calm her best friend and turned to the dokkaebi
“And listen Mingi, even if the times have changed I can reassure you that theft was also a bad thing in the Goryeo era so don’t think you can get away with it on the present time just because you are no longer there.”


Just as Wonhyo continued with his exciting meeting with the stranger, the rest of the group follow behind. “Ah, so sorry for disturbing you! Please don’t mind me and my..... friend” Yejun started apologizing for the attitude of the dokkaebi and Aeri could feel the discomfort of the words friend coming out of her best friend; but this minor slip was enough to activate the switch to become annoying towards Junnie. “So you think of us as friends already! I’m so touched, Yejun-ah.” The dokkaebi said as he put an arm around her. That was for sure an image that would never repeat itself and as much Aeri wanted to take a picture for the sake of the comedic scene that was in front of her; she was also sure the Junnie would bath herself on holy water or whatever ritual that was necessary to get rid of the sense of the dokkaebi.

When the exchange of words and barks between Mingi and the dog started; she had already given up on the idea of things becoming remotely back to normal. Talking to animals was something normal for them? Were they some kind of Wild Thornberrys or something? But as the exchange of words between Mingi and the guy who was referred as Mother started, Aeri had decided that the dokkaebi-dog interaction was better than anything that was going on at that moment. Was she the only one that felt the tension around the air? Perhaps they should give them some time off alone so they could solve whatever unsolved problems they had, but it was most likely that whatever they had going on wouldn’t be resolved with just I’m sorry.

The scene in front of them just made Aeri’s ideals of you reap what you sow be exactly true. Now she could grasp the idea of why her children were just like that. She just hoped mother couldn’t read minds too because then she would be probably cursed for the rest of her life, which Aeri didn’t want to if she was being honest. So #TeamMother if that would help her be on good terms in front of the deity.

As the family reunion took place; Aeri set her focus on the white dog instead. She would not get involved in any family drama that involved creatures of Korean folklore. That’s where the girl drew the line. So instead, she patted the dog.
“You have quite an interesting family.”
Aeri whispered to the dog.
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minsu met yejun's gaze with a shake of her head, though the sequence of events that followed were perhaps far too bizarre for her to begin to comprehend. she watched the mess unfold, from the theft of the pikachu charm to the point where wonhyo had practically jumped a poor, innocent man (who had very cute, big dogs, if she may add), insistently calling him mother. her?

yejun flitted over in her best attempt to defuse the situation with all the confidence of her zealot status, though minsu drew the line when mingi threw a hand over her best friend.
"hands off, buddy."
she ordered, firmly flinging off his arm and pulling yejun to her side gently,
"and don't call her yejun-ah so affectionately, weirdo."


slightly hypocritical, considering how friendly she'd been on the train, but minsu wasn't quite bothered by it.

somehow, someway, the dokkaebi began bickering with one of the dogs, and she was once more caught in the role of a bewildered and mildly disturbed spectator. religion was so weird. why was the other guy playing along? what the hell was anyone even talking about?
"junnie, is that actually the goddess? wasn't she an old woman, or something?"


minsu glanced at her friend as she spoke, immediately dismayed to find yejun's wide-eyed expression that barely contained her excitement. she was trying to hide it, clearly, but minsu had known her long enough to recognise these things. and she hated it.
"don't you dare ask for her autograph. or a fucking, i don't know, special talisman."


"i think perhaps we should go and find a private quarters to discuss these new binding contracts." with that, the man turned (with much more drama than minsu was expecting, really, heading off into the temple with a step so elegant and nonchalant minsu was tempted to believe he owned the place. if it were truly the goddess, she supposed that was true. was it? she wasn't sure how it worked. the dogs followed along, the quieter one tugged out of ae-ri's hands.

hold on, binding contracts?

"what the hell..."
she grumbled, exchanging a look with her friends that clearly conveyed her distress. well, quest's over, they're done. stuck with these stupid, ugly rings for all eternity. the worst possible outcome, and no one else looked quite as troubled as she. there was no chance, of course, of them just turning around and heading home to cope with their new situation— yejun already had her in tow, trailing the man with a demeanour akin to a starstruck fan, even as minsu hung limp in her arms, reluctant feet dragging across the pavement.

were they even allowed this far into the temple? she supposed the goddess would do some of her funky magic shit to make it okay; now, why couldn't she use that same funky magic on the rings? there had been no consent involved in any of this.
"what if we're just... stuck with these? forever? like ever, ever?"
she said, her hushed tones still clearly conveying her disappointment. minsu paused, casting a lingering, suspicious glare at the three dokkaebi before turning back to her friends,
"what if they had something to do with it?"


































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mother. the revelation harbored a golden luminosity, flickered like a beacon true and hopeful. wisps of wind were strong in the lungs: the sight of someone so divine could only render the faithful as breathless as the skies above. stars of wonderment twinkled in those wide dark hues as yejun gazed at her beloved deity. as given, only someone like mother could color the gardens in the deep chambers of her followers' hearts; give her a flower of devotion and she would return with an orchard of blossoms.

that dokkaebi should've considered himself lucky that yejun was too stars-struck to properly respond to his audacious behavior (she still had her holy water and a leg that could kick), but even most of her best friend's words went unregistered.

"no....yes.... she can present how she wants..." she whispered, distracted and dreamily, hand clutching the fabric of her shirt. questions swirled around, followed by answers of her own mind. did that dokkaebi really summon mother? no, there was no way she would heed his demonic calls. why did she arrive here in the gardens instead of the temple? ah, it was probably the sheer power of her devotion that pulled her here. or maybe the thoughtful outfit; mother did always love red.

as usual, the threads that tied the soul mortal and immortal together was as strong as yejun's faith; infallible and unwavering. face with bright smiles and starry eyes, the believer trailed behind the goddess, arms tugging her non believer friend along. the bustling scene from the gardens soon changed into busy hallways, which again transitioned into quiet ones as the group made its way towards a private quarter within the temple.

wooden column stands reached up to a handmade heaven of colors, and its divine hues appearing just a little bit brighter in presence of divinity. streaks of light reach across the walls and floor, narrowly touching the altar placed in the back of the room. a golden buddha statue stood perched, still eyes watching the group and the heavy doors that were closing behind them.

the three best friends stood close together and yejun snapped only out of her awestricken haze when minsu out of all people voiced some suspicion surrounding the dokkaebi.

"minsu-ah," she let out, voice pitched and full with pride, "you are absolutely right. this must be their doing. i told you, those dokkaebi have nothing but ill intentions with their, their wicked abilities and minds-" although soft in volume, the distaste in tone was not difficult to hear. yejun continued to spill about her theory; "- and they probably cursed the rings. we don't know for sure what abilities they have, maybe one of them can control minds and vodoo-ed that poor old lady into giving those rings to us."

shaking her head in repulsion, yejun huffed, before taking another breath. it was clear that they were bound to those dokkaebi for now, but if all went well, they would leave this temple as free women once again. she was sure mother had heard her prayers and was here to liberate them,, if not to at least give them advice on how to break the ties.

"but don't worry, mother will help us." she reassured, a hopeful smile appearing. she then turned to the deity in question, heart thrumming with devotion. slowly, she approached the divine figure, hand grasping into her bag for mother's favourite fruit. the usual ritual fared differently, but this was an unusual occasion, so yejun pushed away the chastising whispers of parents and proceeded to bow deeply in front of the deity.

fruit presented in her hands, the woman gathered another breath, this time for courage, before speaking up;

"mother, i am forever thankful and humbled to have you grace us with your sacred presence. please accept this fruit on behalf of me and my friends, who seek your divine guidance." her eyes briefly flickered back to her friends, and she cleared her throat once more. "we are simply curious how this contract situation came to be with these demo- i mean dokkaebi, and what we can do about it."


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mother.


mood this is going to be fun.

location jogyesa temple

outfit wonsam dress (minus the head piece) and long, lucious blonde locks reaching the floor.

fun fact Mother is a simp for persimmons.

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Delicate fingers danced gracefully against the soft breeze that kissed their cheeks. Each movement was as graceful and poetic as the next, enchanting each person walking past the clustered group as they made their way into the temple. Of course, this was the temple for the almighty Buddha, but did this stop Mother from wandering around like she owned the place? After all, she had been birthed long before the ascetic, and she had brought life to her many children. With her children and these women following her every footstep, she strived to upkeep her calm posture before stopping before a doorway, home of chunky, large wooden doors.

As she walked through the threshold, golden embers flickered over her body, enveloping her. Short, well kept blonde hair sprouted, trailing down her back and kissed the surface of the floor. Her modern-day outfit was no longer existing as the fire flickered upon her body, revealing a royal red wonsam dress draped over her body. The wonsam hugged her male frame, and the long sleeves swept the stone floors as she continued to walk onwards. In a blink of an eye, she had completely transformed into a person of highest authority and royalty; and she wanted those little girls to understand just who they were dealing with.

Next to the statue of Buddha stood a golden and red wooden chair. A collection of barriers blocked the pathway, clearly stating for no one to sit upon this throne. A whisk of a wave and the barriers crackled with a flame, disintegrating instantly. A smirk danced upon her amused face, making her way forward to sit upon this forbidden throne. And as she sat down, a soft sigh released past her lips. Now… this was comfort. Hayoon and Dal came and sat on the floor by her side, on guard and ready to protect. Wonhyo, before the others could drag their feet in, was already kneeling down in front of her, waiting with great anticipation for the words to fall from her mouth.

And… something quite odd.

Before her stood one of the three girls with a fistful of bagged fruit. Mother’s eyebrow rose, intrigued by this young woman before her as she offered the fruit and bowed deeply. Well, well, well. Was this the female version of Wonhyo? Her actions pleased her, bringing a smirk of enjoyment upon her complexion. “Thank you, my child,” she responded melodically “Wonhyo, will you pass the bag to me, please my son?”

Instantly, Wonhyo sprung into action. He carefully took the bag of fruit from the girl’s hands before racing over to Mother’s side to hand them to her. Like a puppy dog retrieving a lost ball, Wonhyo’s eyes glistened with excitement over the thought of praise from his Mother. “Thank you, Wonhyo” Mother said lovingly, patting Wonhyo’s cheek with affection. Her son gave her a bow before hurrying back to his prior position, kneeling down on the hard floor once more and watching with anticipation.

As Mother opened the bag, her eyes shone with delight; Korean persimmons. Her absolute favourite! Her greedy hand snuck into the bag, pulling out a plump pumpkin-looking fruit to observe. Oh, that was right. The girl had asked a question, hadn’t she? How did they come into the contract with her sons? Mother’s eyes never left the sight of her fruit in her hands as she held it up, inspecting it.

“Mother’s children will at once roam this world… For many years they will be bounded, but one night will shine upon their faces. Three sisters, not by blood, but of fate, will be the ones to break the threads that tie us altogether… Their sun will shine bright and release us from our jails. The mischievous will grant wishes and play games. Fire will be eaten by the ones of justice. Reputations will be eliminated as the evil overcome to the demons of the world… The untameable will fly high into the clouds. Restless souls of the dead will finally move on. Let the harvest grow and the water flow. Let the King rise over and have dominion over his subjects. We will not be tied down. We will live freely. Like Mother created us to do.”

Silence echoed in the room, reverberating off of her ears once the echo of her voice subsided. Cocking her head to the side, her eyes finally left the fruit and locked in with the girl before her. “Pretty, wasn’t it? The Shaman was itching to get it off his chest.” She smirked before scrunching her nose. “How are those rings feeling, by the way, girls? Or should I address the three of you as the sisters of fate?”




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It was jarring, how a Dokkaebi like Sehun could leave with so much knowledge, and yet come back with so little of it. It seemed that the treasures had rusted with time, those precious gems of knowledge now only relics of a time old and forgotten. The world, as he knew it, had changed drastically — that much was clear; from the clothes to the buildings to the strange devices.

[ Even the souls of the dead looked different.]

Sehun mourned his own absence when it was evident how many inventions he had missed while being trapped in the Ring, felt angry at both Mother as himself for making it so. If he hadn't gotten himself fooled by a demon, he'd be here, brimming of discoveries. And maybe, if Mother had had noticed those deep cravings for recognition, those deceitful whispers from one dark and dangerous wouldn't have sounded so much like truths. Sehun did not want to dwell on the past too much — not when there are so many new things to unravel, to taste — but he allowed himself that brief moment of bitterness. Pretended it wasn't an emotion sitting a bit too deeply in his old soul to be nothing.

Hungry.

He was hungry,, and not only for those matters of the mind. Sweet, savoury food is what this Dokkaebi craved, his stomach audibly grumbling at the empty space within. It had been ages since he got to smell those heavenly aroma's of fresh cooked dishes and certainly far too long since he could've tasted one. If it was up to Sehun, they would have at least stopped at the local market, just so he could get acquainted with this 21st century cuisine. Alas, the group moved quickly and without consideration for the starved. It had left him with little choice, or so he justified as he snatched a delicious looking bread assembly from a distracted person. Right into that black hole it went with only a few bites, fast enough to not warrant any notice except for some drawn gazes. Though, the few odd stares could also just be because of how greedily he devoured the filled bread slices.

Mother's appearance was given with those rings that couldn't come off, though Sehun had not expected the same of those twins. He shared a glance with Mingi, before following as everyone made their way towards Mother. Watching the interactions between Mother and Wonhyo and Hayoon and Mingi, he could not help but shake his head. Even after all these years, some things have never changed. Wonhyo would always be her favourite child, Mingi's her rebellious concern, and he,, who was too little like either, the forgotten one.

It was a fate he'd accepted, same for his imprisonment, but it didn't completely relieve him from hurt, from frustration. Truth was, as much as Sehun could see the world in facts and figures, in knowledge and ignorance, things weren't that black and white. And as much as he could not fully grasp the grey smoke of emotions, he couldn't ignore it either. Luckily, there were enough distractions around, enough things to keep him busy.

Like hunger.

By Mother, he was so hungry.

His eyes travelled to the girl who wore his ring — Minsu, wasn't it ? From what Sehun had observed, the one he was tied to [for now] seemed less hateful than the one who wore Mingi's ring, but still less peaceful than the other girl. Something had shifted in her aura, too, after coming to this place; something between suspicion and distrust. He approached her nonetheless. Not because she looked particularly friendly, but because he really, really, wanted more food.

"You," he called, albeit a bit awkwardly. "I need food. Do you have any?" his eyes averted then, smelling the scent of fruit in the air, gaze sharpening as he caught the sight of persimmons. Oh, those would go nicely.

"Like those," He pointed towards the bag that was now making its way to Mother, gaze returning, "Don't you have some device that can get me some? Or is that something you are too poor for?"

To Sehun, it was an innocent question born from pure curiosity.

But then again, social interactions really weren't his forte....

 



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while yejun had rushed forward with far too much eagerness than she thought she should ever show in front of a deity, minsu lingered near the back of the room; arms crossed, brows knitted, face twisted into a grimace as she watched yejun and the stupid dokkaebi practically throw themselves at mother's feet. the offering of persimmons, decorated so shabbily in the market-red plastic bag seemed still satisfactory to her. should she take note of that? in case all deities were fans of fruit?

somehow, sometime, in the midst of the chaos (at least that's what it was to minsu), sehun had moved closer to her. "you," he barked, and minsu glanced up at him, baffled. a hand lifted to point a finger to herself, a silent me? "i need food. do you have any?"

he, too, pointed, and she followed his finger to the bag of persimmons the goddess was now digging into with gusto. "like those. don't you have some device that can get me some? or is that something you are too poor for?"

she blinked once, twice, bewilderment increasing proportionally with irritation. her eyebrows furrowed, and she stared at him, eyes wide with indignation.
"what the hell? yes, i do have a device. doesn't mean i'm gonna get you any."
he opened his mouth to speak again, and minsu lifted a finger, shushing him.

"and i have a name, asshole— na minsu. learn some manners before asking for favours, you crazy bastard. so fuckin' rude."
he fell silent at that, and her gaze returned to the scene of worship before her, satisfied. she could, however, still very much sense his stare boring into the side of her face, and it was after a few moments she relented. in case he cursed her or something.

minsu's hand dug into her purse, fishing out a few pieces of chocolate she'd left in there for god-knows-how many weeks. some free sample the last time they went to the confectionary store, probably, but at least they still felt solid within the wrapper.
"here,"
she spat, tossing the candies to him,
"you're very welcome, and if you don't bother me,"
she turned back to him, eyes patronisingly wide,
"i'll treat you to something nice later with money you don't have, okay? great."


her gaze returned to mother, just in time for her to begin reciting slam poetry. lovely! everything was making so much sense.

had she said something about demons?

"pretty, wasn't it?" minsu could barely contain an eye-roll, the last thing holding her back a lingering fear of being smited on the spot. a sideways glance at yejun showed an expected intrigued-but-inspired expression, though she could at least take solace in the fact ae-ri looked just as, if not more, confused than she was. "how are those rings feeling, by the way, girls? or should i address the three of you as the sisters of fate?"

"i would like them off, with all due respect."
she mumbled under her breath, though it was as she spoke that she realised exactly what the goddess had just said. sisters of fate? in the prophecy? what?

"wait, excuse me?"
she called, hand raised slightly like a student in a classroom and adding, just a beat after,
"your... divineness, or whatever. why, exactly, are we the sisters of fate?"


nevermind the thought of running into zombies and demons or whatever else she had rapped about; these damn rings were still a mystery. were all deities this frustratingly enigmatic?
"and— and, can you explain the whole..."
she gestured wildly with a hand,
"binding contracts thing? like can we— i don't know— breach it?"


































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In this entire situation, Aeri wanted to believe she was morally gray in her group of friends. She was a believer, but not to the point of blindly trusting the gods like Yejun was; although she wasn’t completely skeptical like Minsu. Now she wasn’t really sure what to believe was mother really in front of them and invited them to the temple to discuss these supposed binding contracts.

Was this really okay? To have this conversation in a place that didn’t belong to the goddess? Even in her neutrality, Aeri didn’t want to get into the bad side of the rest of the gods. But what could she do? In this scenario, Yejun was the expert, the one that knew all the rituals and offerings to please mother. And in fact, that’s what her best friend did; as she took the initiative and proclaim her devotion to the goddess and so far it seemed the interaction was being fruitful if really Yejun would be the one to solve this problem they were in Aeri would have made a promise to never doubt her beliefs or even think her methods were eccentric.

Meanwhile, Yejun was taking matters into her own hands as Aeri took notice of the exchange between Sehun and Minsu regarding food. It was quite obvious that her friend could manage the dokkaebi on her own in a very Minsu way to solve things. But if one thing that Aeri find out was that Sehun and Minsu the shared trait of being a foodie; and the type of person who would get cranky if they didn’t eat.

Just as mother spoke, confusion took over Aeri’s face. What did she mean by sisters of fate? And overcoming the demons of the world? The only demons that Aeri knew were the ones involving taxes, not mystic creatures that they needed to get rid of. She was just trying to comprehend what mother said when Minsu spoke and express the same concern the group of friends had.
“I’m sorry for disagreeing with the prophecy, but I think you have the wrong people. We are just a regular group of friends with ordinary lives. I’m sure none of our actions could depict that we can solve the problems of the not earthly realm.”


Even after expressing her thoughts, Aeri still felt confused and overwhelmed at the information that mother just said and the questions about the rings made her even more eager to want to solve this problem.
“Isn’t a contract supposed to be the agreement of two parties in the first place? We didn’t agree to be part of it in the first place. So it wouldn’t be enough of a reason to break it so we can go back to our lives and you can continue with your search until you find more adequate people to accomplish this prophecy?”

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mother.


mood what ungrateful little bit-

location jogyesa temple

outfit wonsam dress (minus the head piece) and long, lucious blonde locks reaching the floor.

fun fact don't mess with mother.

mention everyone






Freshly filed almond nails dug into the persimmon’s leaf and stem, beginning to peel back the skin of the fruit. Ah yes, this was a ripe one. She’d have to give good points to the one who brought the offering. The other two, however, were beginning to lose brownie points as they allowed their complaints to flow. “How ungrateful…” Mother sighed to herself, her voice a low whisper before regaining its strength to speak once more. “You are the sisters of fate; I do not make the rules here.” She simply explained, her gaze lazily dancing along the faces of the people before her. “I was told by the Shaman which date, which time and which location to be. It was you three that decided to walk by. And it was you three who accepted the jewellery.”

And the complaints kept coming; this time was about agreement of two parties. What in the world – Why did the Sisters of Fates have to be such bitc-.

Mother scoffed, her eyes locked in on the fruit as she began to pick at the skin, peeling it with such delight. “And you three humans are going to stand there and say you read and agree with all the terms and conditions your mobile phone providers have given you?” A cocked brow danced with amusement, and a whimsical grin scattered across her face as she looked up at the girls and her children before her. “I’ve watched you humans. You only complain about contracts when it doesn’t seem to go your own way. I didn’t make you wear the jewellery. I simply asked for you to give it another life, didn’t I?” a soft, melodic chuckle escaped past her lips as she brought her attention back to the fruit in her hands. “I just asked for you to care for them for me as they’re children to me. Caring and wearing are two different means. I don’t see where I may have lied to you or tricked you at any point.”

With a portion of the fruit peeled back, she took hold of a slice of the juicy fruit and plopped it into her mouth. Oh, sweet Mother, it was delicious. Her eyes glided close for a moment, her lips upturn in delight as she savoured this moment. She knew she was going to have to hold on to this precious second; because from the stances of these ladies, they weren’t backing down without a fight. And all Mother had to say to that was, well, bring it on. “Choose to breach your contracts,” Mother began, her eyes still shut for that few more euphoric seconds before opening and dropping her gaze towards the crowd before her. “Well… I can’t say it won’t… hurt. You placed these rings on your own accord. Did they never teach you about the Red thread of fate at school?”

Her gazed dropped once more to her fruit as she continued to reveal the juicy core as the skin peeled away so gracefully. “This thread may stretch or tangle, but it will never break. Imagine a rope being tied between the pair of you. You are able to go as you please. But once you outwalk the length of the rope, you’ll get pulled right back. Continue to walk onwards, and you’ll only get rope burn” Yet again, another chuckle filled the room as Mother only continued to think of ways of how to explain this situation to the mere humans before them “And if you try to pull the rope off your finger? Oh, my dears. The rope may look attached to your fingers. But, the truth is, it’s attached to your soul.”

A grin spread across her face as she soaked in the images of these human’s faces. “Hopefully that answers your questions.” she said with an almost mocking undertone “Try and think of it as… well… baby sitting. Which, when you think about it, I did ask for you to do when you took my jewellery that night”








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mother’s words could’ve cast a moment of doubt, could’ve chipped at the worship coloring her world gold and bright and invite those realistic grays to paint the picture instead; the goddess was not freeing them from these demons after all. alas – and much to the disappointment of her friends, she was sure – yejun’s faith remained unshaken. what others might perceive as threats, she absorbed as precious teachings, drinking in everything that mother said like it was holy water.

people might say it’s denial, or worse, blind faith – but yejun wasn’t in any denial, nor blind. the opposite, actually; she saw all that those, unknown to mother’s divinity and grace, didn’t see. it was suddenly all more obvious, all more clear what their roles were in the grander scheme of things. the stars had become constellations timely but telling, mother's plan the universe's map towards peace. it was a true revelation, one shaking the very foundations she stood on.

everything makes so much sense now.

and so yejun knew, knew just what this was all about. and with a mind convinced to have found the hidden meanings behind the ambiguity of this cursed but fated connection, pride began to blossom inside. forget the doom and gloom of this situation; she was the chosen one !! ah, what an honor to be given a purpose by those of cosmic wonder — and truly, what greater blessing could there be than being gifted the chance to help mother?

the worries of before were no more, and so yejun bowed deeply again, smiles wide on her face.

“of course mother, thank you greatly for enlightening us on this matter. we will take care of these dem- dokkaebi as the sisters of fate and do you proud.” her eyes narrowed to her friends, who she could already see forming some vehement protests forming on their lips. wishing to avoid an even greater argument, she quickly grasped both her friends’ hands, firmly squeezing them while bowing again. “ah, and please forgive my friends, they are just not used to receiving such wisdom from someone as grand and divine as you. uhm, just -- please excuse us for a moment and i shall explain everything to them–” and so yejun quickly dragged her friends into the hallway, all while hoping the proximity was close enough for those dokkaebi to not appear in front of them midst explanation.

“girls, please don’t be angry at mother, i know how her words sounded but it’s all going to be okay. i have caught the hidden meaning, so listen closely,” she leans in, her voice turning to a soft but ardent whisper; “we need to care of these dokkaebi like mother said, watch over them and have them do these things like,, what was it? play games and fly high?? anyway, after living freely, as mother once intended them to do, the threads will be broken and we will have found their weaknesses so we can banish them right back to where they came from! ”

see, mother? aren’t you just proud of your most devout follower...


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"which, when you think about it, i did ask for you to do when you took my jewellery that night."

what did that matter? it was still a scam! they had no idea what terms they were signing for; not a single fucking clue, because who in their right mind expects ugly fucking jewellery to come with goblins? and now that she thought about it, minsu was certain she had been painfully fucking pushy about them putting it on, so so much for the condescending high ground, huh, mother?

alas, her infuriated revelations were a step too late. yejun had already begun her fervent ass-kissing worship, already agreeing (with far too much enthusiasm, mind you) to the worst deal of their lives.

"we will take care of these dem- dokkaebi as the sisters of fate and do you proud." proud? minsu could give less of a fuck whether she made mother proud. she felt yejun's hand grab hers, squeezing firmly as if to say let me handle this.

"ah, and please forgive my friends, they are just not used to receiving such wisdom from someone as grand and divine as you."

that damn zealot; like hell she would!

"no we— ow!"
a harder squeeze, one that now said shut up, and minsu winced but fell silent. she'd listen to her for now, though the very colourful words sitting on the tip of her tongue threatened to spill as soon as yejun dragged them into the hallway by the wrists.

"junnie."
she hissed accusingly, shooting her a death glare that was met with only that irritatingly optimistic smile. oh, she could punch something right now.

"girls, please don’t be angry at mother, i know how her words sounded but it’s all going to be okay. i have caught the hidden meaning, so listen closely." and listen she did, only to feel her sanity slipping the more yejun explained. she almost sounded gleeful, at this point, like it was something to celebrate. "anyway, after living freely, as mother once intended them to do, the threads will be broken and we will have found their weaknesses so we can banish them right back to where they came from!"

her eyebrows furrowed, and she pressed two fingers to her temple. okay. okay.
"fine. let's just say that's what she meant. why is it— don't you think it's weird for a mother to be selling off her children or passing them off to random... mortals like us? and like, assisting in their banishment, of all things?"
minsu's arms crossed as her lips pressed into an indignant frown,
"it seems a little fucking irresponsible to me! don't you think so, rinnie-ah?"


and, of course, there was... that one other thing...

after a moment's pause, she added,
"and why do the rings have to be... so fucking ugly...?"
a childish whine (with the matching irritated shake of her shoulders) that was significantly less explosive than her display of rage, but... perhaps her most pressing concern.

































너는 어때?




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mingi.





































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It was true what they say; that Mother knows best. About how to piss him off, that is. The embrace, along with the curious gazes it drew towards them, felt slimy against Mingi's skin and he slunk out of it. If her aim was to shut him up, it was certainly a way.

Immortal mother his immortal ass. His babies! Mingi lamented mentally, still at last, having somewhat dissociated thanks to the shock of the terrible hug. His magic! What kind of parent steals their own son's toys? He bristled, paying little attention to the background conversation about fortunes and fates.

Fuck the rest of the world, he thought, not for the first or last time in his long life. There were more important questions to be asked: What schemes should he pull to get what he wants?The answer was slightly more difficult to arrive at than usual. Hayoon glowering at him from the edge of his vision wasn't helping. She was tempting him too much to mock her a little more.

As the girls removed themselves from the garden, huddled together to share secret whispers -- which were neither secret nor useful, he must say. Shouldn't bujeok girl know well? Mother hears all. Like the boundary-crossing, control freak that she was.

His brows furrowed, and venom re-entered at full force into his voice as he drawled,
"What a surprise, Mother. It would be so much more like you to take back what you gave without them even asking."
His thieving habit must have come from her; the rat figurine clinked in agreement against the metal on his belt.

He paused, lips tightening into a thin line. Nothing. He had no brilliant idea bubbling up. Yet. He will; he always does. But if it came to him now, paranoia told him Mother would somehow know, too. Why wasn't she leaving?

"Visiting us without purpose, too,"
he remarked, crossing his arms,
"it suits you ill, Mother."
His gaze travelled towards Wonhyo, and then back to her. His smile finally managed to etch itself back onto his lips, albeit more scathing than before.
"You should leave; the longer you're here, the more you break you dear son's heart when you go."


































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KIM WON HYO.


mood haechi is coming?!?!

location jogyesa temple

outfit oh, this old thing?

fun fact wonhyo might be dumb - but he loves his family

mention mingi ( triples triples ) + the rest of the gang is here too






Everything was going so smoothly. Mother was really enjoying her offering that the one girl had so graciously given to her, and she was now speaking with the other girls. She was probably telling them how beautiful and wonderful Mother was, and how incredibly lucky they were that Mother had decided to bless them like this. Honestly, wouldn’t you call this a blessing and an honour? Wonhyo watched Mother with a sense of peace draped over him, the corners of his lips curling with joy. Her presence was a warm blanket surrounding him, ensuring he would never feel the sting of the winter breeze ever again. It seemed that her presence, however, was only welcomed by him and him alone. That much was evident when his brother opened his mouth to speak.

At first, Mingi spoke in riddles. Wonhyo’s brows furrowed with confusion as he tried to decode what his brother had just said to Mother; It would be so much more like you to take back what you gave without them even asking. His brain was ticking over time, trying to make any sort of meaning of what his brother had just uttered. He had been so concerned in trying to crack the case of the meaning behind the sentence that he had almost missed the snide remarks coming from Mingi. His mouth dropped in absolute horror with how his brother was speaking to their Mother. “Mingi!” he hissed, standing to his feet before making his way to his brother’s side. He gave a soft whack of the arm to scold him – but not too hard. Afterall, even though Mingi was being utterly rude to their Mother, he was still his brother who he loved and cared for. “Why would you say such mean things to our Mother?”

Mother was both amused and well, revengeful. The corner of her lips curled in a devilish manner. Maybe she had found her son’s words to be amusing, or maybe she had heard something from afar. Whatever it was, there was a trickster spirit looming in the atmosphere. “Okay, Mingi. I suppose I’ll leave.” she melodically sighed, arising from her chair. “But please don’t come and find me. It’s not time yet.”

Don’t… don’t come and find her?

“Mothe-” Wonhyo began, taking a step forward. He was full of concern and sorrow. They had just been reunited! Why was she doing this – was she abandoning them? He had been so alone for so long he had been dreaming the day that he could walk alongside Mother once more. But here she was, leaving.

“Wonhyo, my dear,” her velvet voice soothing him instantly “Don’t worry. Remember the prophecy. We will be reunited once more; all your brothers and sisters will be free once again. Keep your eyes and ears open. Fire will be eaten by the ones of justice.”

Wonhyo stared at Mother with disbelief before once more furrowing his brow in confusion. Fire will be eaten by the ones of justice. Now, Wonhyo wasn’t the smartest of people. He wasn’t the smartest of dokkaebis either. But there was one thing that he knew, and that was family. Mother said that they would all be reunited once again; brothers, sisters and Mother. And so, as she quoted the section of the prophecy, there was only one person who came to mind. His eyes widened in excitement, his face shining an immense amount of joy. “Is it Haechi? Is Haechi coming?!” he gleefully asked, unable to stop himself from giving a small bounce of happiness where he stood.

Mother didn’t respond; she neither confirmed or deny it. But a smirk danced along her face. That was enough for Wonhyo to know her answer, sparking immense happiness through out his body. Before he could say another word, Mother waved her hand. Gold embers crackled, raining down from above; it attached itself upon Mother, Hayoon and Dal before sizzling. A cool breeze slithered through the cracks of the temple, sweeping through, and collecting every piece of particle that belonged to the three until they were no longer before them.




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na minsu rarely found herself at a loss for words. she was the type who had too much to say always, though she supposed most wouldn't be able to find the right words to describe a situation as such. it was hard to put her thoughts into words, but she would let it be known that if she could, it would've consisted of so many expletives poor ae-ri might burst into tears.

the entire posse had moved away from the little shrine they'd been at, at ae-ri's behest — a good thing, because on hindsight, minsu didn't know if she would've been able to stop herself from desecrating the temple — and here she sat, clasped hands propping her face up. an image of deep concentration, with a narrowed gaze staring into nothing as a finger absent-mindedly grazed the metal band of her cursed ring. she'd at least grown used to it, just as she supposed she'd grown accustomed to the presence of their new companions. her gaze flitted to the three dokkaebi, coming to rest on sehun, who hovered in her vicinity like an unwelcome piece of space debris.

i need food. do you have any?

dumbass. where the hell would she even take them to get food, anyways, in those get-ups... in those get-ups. the stares hadn't quite gotten to her during the train ride here, but she wasn't sure her mental state would last the ride home. a hand reached out, and she caught his eye just as her fingers pinched the fabric of his skirt, yanking him over in one forceful tug.

"hey,"
she barked, eyebrows wrinkling at the layer of dust that had transferred onto her fingertips.
"can you guys, like, morph into something else? something... normal?"


her gaze left his figure as she continued, sarcasm slipping into her tone,
"you guys are powerful, right? surely that's within your powers..."
minsu's other hand lifted to gesture to the passerbys, many of which were definitely staring.
"something like that."


a pause, before she added lightly,
"we... can't get you food otherwise."


































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