A Stranger to Your Soul

Yeo Jingoo || 21 College Student Familiar || 2:30 p.m. Eurasian sparrowhawk 13 Ceremonials

[13xjingoo]

Weekly Schedule || 4 November 2018

Writing

Present day starter for @13yoohyeon

Waiting On

Dream Through the Noise || @13yoohyeon

Starter from @13xxander

Plotting With

@13jiwon

@13yerim

@13xdami

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[pandoraablr]

Yeo Jin goo ✘ ACTOR

[13xjingoo]

A Change in Plans (Solo)

Jingoo had intended to go to the celebration. Yoohyeon had been so excited about it—there was someone she wanted him to meet—and he had told her that if he could get his homework done on time, he would meet her and the rest of the coven at the beach.

And if he were being honest, he—he was looking forward to it, too. Jingoo had been stressed with his classwork and part-time job and a chance to blow off steam would be nice. But the moment he opened the front door, a sinking feeling came over him.

The sensation was almost gentle, which meant he probably didn’t have to panic but didn’t keep prevent worry from souring his stomach. “Halmoni?” he called out as he took off his shoes and replaced them with house slippers.

“Jingoo, I’m here.”

Her voice was raspy, distant, and Jingoo’s heart lurched. He crossed their small living room and went to her half-open bedroom door.

His grandmother was lying down, huddled in a small nest of blankets. Her eyes were glassy, skin flushed with what was probably a fever. It made his heart ache to see her like that.

“Halmoni. How are you feeling?” Jingoo knelt because her. “How long have you been sick?”

She had seemed fine when he left this morning. That didn’t keep him from feeling guilt as she dodged his answer. Jingoo squeezed her hand and told her to stay still, that he would get her something to drink and eat. She fussed a little, but he managed to persuade her to stay in her room while he took care of her.

He pulled out his phone on the way to the kitchen so he could text Yoohyeon:

Halmoni is sick. I can’t make it tonight. I’m sorry.

Then he set about making his grandmother’s favorite tea and trying to calm his worry.

[13xjingoo]

Dream Through the Noise

@13yoohyeon

Jingoo finally managed to coax his grandmother into a nap on the little guest bed in the hospital room. His grandfather had been asleep in his own hospital bed for most of the afternoon, worn out from his first day of treatment, and his grandmother had wanted to hold her husband’s hand. It took a better part of that hour to convince her to rest, so she could better look after her husband once he was awake, and that left Jingoo curled up in an uncomfortable chair and watching them both lie still beneath the blankets.

There was no way that Jingoo could sleep. Ever since he stepped inside the building, it was like a weight had settled on his chest. It made it hard to breathe, like the air itself was trying to suffocate him.

At least he knew what to blame. Hospitals were a one-stop shop for misery and death and one terrible thing after another on the precipice of becoming reality. It was omnipresent and inescapable.

No, not a weight. Like he was slowly drowning in despair. It was like their home was, only a hundred times worse because there were a hundred times the people dying here.

He didn’t want to think about that. Jingoo wanted to think about something beyond how sick his grandfather was, how worried his grandmother was, how unfair it was that he was going to lose someone else. Not today, not tomorrow, but there was no chance his grandfather would see him graduate from high school.

He should have brought his homework. Maybe then he would have something to keep his mind from this slow, sinking spiral of fear and not-yet-death and too-little air.

Jingoo wrapped his arms loosely around his knees and leaned his head back against the wall. He closed his eyes and focused on his breathing, trying to keep himself grounded.

In and out. In and out. In and out.

Whatever is going to happen here, there is nothing he can do to stop it or help it. Jingoo told himself that over and over again and wished, not for the first time, that thoughts were enough to make these feelings go away. To quell the feeling of impending doom in his heart.

In and out and in and out and out.

A sigh, shifting, and in spite of himself, Jingoo fell asleep.

[13ceremonialskrp]

                              STEP LIGHTLY, CHILDREN OF THE MOON

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[pandoraablr]

Yeo Jin goo ✘ ACTOR

[13xjingoo]

OOC Notice

I’m dropping out of MI, folks. I had a good time while I was here, and I hope you all have lots of fun RPing in your future.

[onewxmi-blog]

In Brighter Days | LJK x SJK

[13xjingoo]

onewxmi‌:

[...]

“It’s too late to go home,” Jinki said after noticing the small, white digits in the top corner of the TV.

It wasn’t unusual for Joongki to stay this late on one of their in-house dates, but he never stayed for the night. He usually went back home to be sure to raise no suspicions with his stepfather and other high-ranked department chiefs.

“Why don’t you stay here for tonight?” Jinki kissed Joongki’s neck, hoping this act would convince the other to stay instead of leave. “I want you here with me.”

Joongki had expected some teasing back, not a comment on the time. He liked these little moments, with their foreheads against each other, still close enough for another kiss if either of them wanted it. But if Jinki is saying it’s late, then he’s right. They both have work in the morning, and he needs to head home.

So it was more than a little surprising for Jinki to ask him to stay. To press a kiss to his neck, to say he wanted him here. And it was—very nice to hear that he was wanted. Between that and the kiss, a spark of desire, of possibility, ran beneath his skin.

Joongki ought to be responsible. He didn’t have any clothes for tomorrow, and someone would notice if he showed up wearing them in the morning. He wasn’t even sure, yet, if Jinki was offering something more than just a place to sleep.

But Jinki’s breath was warm against his neck, his lips brushing his skin, and Joongki—

Wanted to be just a tiny bit irresponsible. Wanted to take a risk. Wanted to find out if he was right about what Jinki was implying.

(God, he hoped so. He really fucking hoped so.)

He reached up with one hand to thread his fingers through Jinki’s hair and down the back of his neck. His fingertips were slow and gentle. Joongki turned his voice teasing, wanting to give Jinki the space to back out gracefully, just in case. “Mmmm, I suppose your couch is big enough for me to crash on.”

[13xjingoo]

Memo || 9 September 2018

Yes, I know the main’s on hiatus and I disappeared for like two months, but hey.

In Progress

In Brighter Days - @onewxmi

Beneath an Orange Sky - @jihyoxmi

Man in the Middle - @mixdoyoung​

If You Love, Bury It Deep - @jisukjinxmi

Fraud - @mijaehyo

Arson Causes - @mixmyungsoo

Response Requested

Sorrows Swim - @mixhyoyeon

Projects Completed/Canceled

N/A

[onewxmi-blog]

In Brighter Days | LJK x SJK

[13xjingoo]

onewxmi:

[...]

“I think we better finish this before it gets cold or before the cat gets another try at it,” Jinki said apologetically when Joongki reappeared from the bathroom, still looking quite surprised from the sudden shouting. He was clearly not used to having pets and their sudden changes in behaviour.

“On second thought, I would prefer to have a healthy hyung at my side,” Jinki said as he threw the shirt that was lying on the counter top, where it had successfully scared the cat (which was now hiding behind the sofa) at his hyung. “No coughs or runny noses.” 

A (naughty) part of him hoped the other would deny his request and stay naked, but he truly did not wish for the other to get sick. Their lives were already complicated and busy enough without extra bacteria to be bothered with. Meeting up would even be harder if one was sick in bed.  

The kisses were—nice, more than just nice, if Joongki were being honest. Made even nicer by how Jinki was wrapped around him, warming his rain-chilled skin. But the thing that made his heartbeat do an odd little hitch was the in sickness and health line that Jinki said so casually. Joongki could spot the opening to tease Jinki, to push too far, to take those teasing words too seriously, and he let the opportunity pass by. It was easier to close his eyes and not ruin the moment by—

A sudden ripping sound tore him away from the Jinki’s lips against his shoulder, and suddenly Jinki was rushing out of the bathroom and calling his cat’s name. Joongki bit his lip to keep from laughing. It wasn’t the first time Jinki’s pet had interrupted something pleasant, but it was, perhaps, one of the more entertaining ones. He followed Jinki at a slower pace and caught the shirt he tossed his way.

“Agreed on both points. It’s probably for the best,” Joongki said as he pulled the shirt on over his head. It was a snugger fit than he usually preferred, but men caught in the rain couldn’t be choosers. “I am definitely a brat when I am sick. I don’t want to drive you away.”

Joongki helped Jinki relocate their fried chicken and beer (just two each, since it was a work night) to the coffee table so they could sprawl out side by side while they ate, their shoulders and hips and thighs lightly pressed against each other. (Their fingers twined together once they were finished with the food.) It was a familiar, comforting routine, and they flipped through shows on the television until they ended up on some lawyer drama. Joongki thought it was all right, but what really made it entertaining was the look Jinki would give the screen right before launching into an explanation about how the law doesn’t work that way.

It was cute. Endearing. Watching Jinki’s eyes light up, the way his nose scrunched in annoyance, and the grudging acknowledgments he gave when the show got it right. He ended up watching more of Jinki’s face than the screen and thought it an excellent trade. Once the ending credits popped up on screen, Joongki interrupted Jinki’s nitpicking of discovery and evidence with a long, slow kiss. “You’re cute when you’re fired up about something,” he murmured.

[13xjingoo]

Memo || 27 July 2018

In Progress

In Brighter Days - @onewxmi

Beneath an Orange Sky - @jihyoxmi

Man in the Middle - @mixdoyoung​

If You Love, Bury It Deep - @jisukjinxmi

Fraud - @mijaehyo

Arson Causes - @mixmyungsoo

Response Requested

Sorrows Swim - @mixhyoyeon

Projects Completed/Canceled

N/A

Scheduling

@wonwoomi and @mixsoonkyu

If you’re interested in striking something up, like this post, and we’ll see what we can work out.

[13xjingoo]

Memo || 21 July 2018

In Progress

In Brighter Days - @onewxmi

Beneath an Orange Sky - @jihyoxmi

Man in the Middle - @mixdoyoung​

If You Love, Bury It Deep - @jisukjinxmi

Response Requested

Fraud - @mijaehyo

Starter - @mixmyungsoo

Sorrows Swim - @mixhyoyeon

Projects Completed

Hope on Fire - @jisukjinxmi  

Scheduling

@wonwoomi and @mixsoonkyu

If you’re interested in striking something up, like this post, and we’ll see what we can work out.

Psst, Mods, I did a reply before this, don’t kick me out.

[mixhyo-blog]

→sorrows swim

tw; alcohol

Someone—Hyoyeon’s not sure who—told her once that there’s no point trying to drown your sorrows because they can swim. Hyoyeon may be fond of bars and clubs, but she knows (in theory) that this is true; at the end of the day alcohol is just another depressant that makes you feel shittier about things the next day. But sometimes, she just doesn’t care. Sometimes, forgetting for a while is better than nothing. 

And right now, she’s struggling to escape the lingering guilt that follows her everywhere. It’s frustrating, because she still stands by what she did; she believes her choice was the better one, in the long run, but it still means her old best friend is a captive in a stranger’s possession somewhere. And she can’t get him out of her mind, and it’s driving her insane. 

So she enters the bar with a goal in mind, orders a shot of tequila and downs it immediately just to get her into things. And that’s when she sees him. What was his name? Junki? No, Joongki. She saw him a few times with… 

There’s no escaping this guilt, it seems. And he looks just as torn up as she is. Before she thinks better of it she slumps into the stool next to him. The least she can do is buy him a drink. “Hey,” she says, and she wonders if she sounds as tired as she feels. “We’ve met before. Joongki, right?” 

@mixjoongki

[13xjingoo]

Joongki…wanted to stop thinking. That was the most simplistic explanation for what he was feeling tonight, for the crushing weight in his chest that made it so difficult to breathe. It took so much out of him to act normal at work, to spend any length of time around his parents, to even force himself to keep meeting up with the few friends he had. Jinki was gone. For weeks now, and he—

(It wouldn’t be like Jihyo, he knew that. He knew down in his bones that Jinki wasn’t going to just saunter back into his life seven years down the road with a smile that hid too many mysteries. Jinki was—he was—

He didn’t want to think it, even though it was staring him right in the face. Jinki was dead, wasn’t he? He’d looked up the statistics on kidnapping. They were way past the 24-hour, 72-hour marks. The odds of Jinki still being alive were—)

He was into his third glass of bourbon when someone dropped onto the stool to his left. Joongki was determined to ignore whoever it was until she spoke, and Joongki found himself turning because the not-miserable part of his brain recognized that voice. Recognized it, and associated it with Jinki.

Joongki swallowed hard. “Yeah. You’re his friend. Hyoyeon, right?” As far as Joongki was concerned, there was really only one his that he could be talking about, but he clarified it anyway. “Jinki’s friend.”

[mixdoyoung]

Man in the Middle

[13xjingoo]

mixdoyoung:

[...]

Tucking his files under an arm, he greets the man with a curt nod as he opens shop.

“Afternoon Sir, may I help you? If you’re here for the studio, I’m afraid that we don’t do walk-ins and are open only via booking.”

With the way his life was falling apart, a call from an old friend was something to cling to. Joongki hadn’t heard from Dohwan in—he wasn’t sure how long, actually. But Dohwan had asked for his help, and Joongki had leaped upon the idea of doing something. Jinki was still missing, Jihyo had only told him to wait for her to get in touch with him again, and he was feeling more and more like he was being watched in his stepfather’s home. Getting out and doing something useful, something more easily handled, even if it was as mundane as trying to interfere in a family matter, would be good for him. Or so he hoped.

Joongki had been loitering outside the studio, wondering if maybe he ought to give up and actually book an appointment through the website, when Doyoung showed up. He had grown up since the last time Joongki had seen him—had it been Joongki’s and Dohwan’s college graduation?—several centimeters taller and with far less baby fat in his cheeks. The Doyoung he remembered was more likely to be in his room on his PC instead of having a successful studio, brusque business phone calls, and a polite, if disinterested, demeanor with potential customers.

“Not so much the studio as the owner. Have you already forgotten me, Doyoung?” Joongki smiled to show that he was teasing. “Song Joongki. It’s been a while.”

[13xjingoo]

Memo || 14 July 2018

In Progress

Man in the Middle - @mixdoyoung

Sorrows Swim - @mixhyoyeon

In Brighter Days - @onewxmi

Response Requested

Beneath an Orange Sky - @jihyoxmi

Fraud - @mijaehyo

Hope on Fire - @jisukjinxmi

Starter - @mixmyungsoo

Projects Canceled

Remembrance - @mikanggary

Scheduling

 @mixthanatos (still interested?)

If you’re interested in striking something up, like this post, and we’ll see what we can work out.

[onewxmi-blog]

In Brighter Days | LJK x SJK

[13xjingoo]

onewxmi:

[...]

“Am I allowed to take a closer look then?” he blurted out.

He had no idea what bravery suddenly possessed him. The elder’s suggestive teasing sparked something inside him. He just didn’t want to let the other get away with the teasing without testing the other’s boundaries. The shyness was suddenly erased from existence (for a second). With a single step, he boldly closed the distance between him and his hyung. Before the other could turn around, he wrapped his arms around the elder’s waist and laid his head on his shoulder.

“Maybe I shouldn’t give you that shirt,” he grinned, ignoring the redness still burning on his cheeks. “I could get used to this sight. It would give dinner an extra dimension.”

Now that he knew to watch, it was so easy to catch Jinki staring. It took a great deal of effort not to let his smile stretch into a smirk as the color rose in Jinki’s cheeks—because it was one thing to tease and another to make fun of him, and that was a line that Joongki never wanted to approach.

Joongki didn’t expect for Jinki to be bold enough to ask that question, but he didn’t mind that he didn’t wait for an answer, either. It was a nice, sudden surprise, to have Jinki come up behind him and wrap his arms around his waist. They’d held each other before, but always with both of them clothed, and it was different to have Jinki pressed up behind him, to feel his bare forearms over the skin of his sides and stomach, to feel Jinki’s warm cheek pressed against his shoulder. A good different, one that sent sparks of potential across his skin.

Joongki straightened up from the mirror and leaned back, just a little, into Jinki’s embrace. He couldn’t see Jinki’s face from their positions, but he imagined he could hear Jinki smiling based on his words and his voice. He placed one hand over Jinki’s right wrist, brushing his thumb along the skin there, and he smiled down at the spare shirt that Jinki still had clenched in one of his hands. “I think I’d be willing to risk catching a cold for you. You’d have to be willing to nurse me back to health, though.”

[mijaehyo-blog]

Fraud ||

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mijaehyo:

[...]

“Insadong. The art district of Seoul.” he said. “There’s been no movement at the site.” he said. Jaehyo smirked a bit. “Im sure you would be able to confirm my suspicions. The Ceo of Hook has been living rather lavishly for a small rank company. So I’m just curious whether the project was uh, still being funded essentially.” he added . Jaehyo was smart. He could put two and two together.

“if my suspicions are correct, then you may have a case of embezzlement, and fraud.”

Joongki searched for Insadong in his email while Jaehyo talked. Luckily, Insadong wasn’t a place where Song Enterprises had multiple projects, and his team had actually been working on a project related to the property, so he had some records of it.

He remembered that project, vaguely. Joongki skimmed through the search results quickly, and between the email threads and his memories, a timeline was starting to form. It looked like Jaehyo’s information was correct, if broad. Song Enterprises had indeed contracted Hook Construction for the renovation to turn the slightly run down building into an art gallery for up-and-coming artists on the second and third floors, a sophisticated café down on the first, and luxury lofts on the highest floors, according to one of the emails he received.

But no movement at the site? Joongki frowned again. “The last I was told, there were unexpected delays at the construction site. Piping and wiring were discovered to be not up to code, so they needed to push back the completion date in order to tear everything out and redo it. There should be more construction going on, not less of it, and certainly not none at all.”

And with news of that delay, the marketing director had reassigned the marketing plan for the café opening away from Joongki’s team and to—well, Joongki wasn’t sure. It was probably just in a holding pattern until they got a firm date for the grand opening. “So far as I know, we still own and intend to finish renovating the property. I don’t know why there’s no movement at the site.”

When was the last time someone from Song Enterprises went out to check the construction site? Joongki didn’t work that closely with that part of the company. He didn’t imagine Jaehyo would just make up a lack of progress and people at the site when it would be so easily verifiable on his end. Hook Construction should be working on the renovation right now.

But if they weren’t--then that meant this really could be embezzlement, on a large scale.