delusions of g r a n d e u r;

[247jungmin]

checkmate ;; bbh + kjm

[247baekhyun-deactivated20160328]

now, back at home, he’s still seething. “that was not a blush. that was me turning red with suppressed anger.” it’d been a bit of both, actually. okay, more so the former than the latter, simply because his rage had only been fueled once he realized his so-called friend had done most of it on purpose. coming to an abrupt stop in front of jungmin, baekhyun paused his pacing. the kid’s still leaning backwards against his door, still looking at him with that stupid grin of his, and baekhyun’s never been so tempted to kick someone out of his home until now. “what the hell do you think you were doing?”

[247jungmin]

“suppressed anger? you sure about that?” even in the privacy of baekhyun’s apartment, jungmin couldn’t help but to add more fuel to the flame burning, loving just how defensive his friend was becoming over this. if anything, jungmin was close to brushing it off and forgetting about that little scene in the shop earlier, but baekhyun had been the one to bring it up and jungmin could do nothing more than comply. “i was just innocently touching you like friends do. why was it such a big deal?” he knew exactly why it was a big deal and that knowledge only made him grin even more, unable to hold back the shit-eating grin he flashed. his eyes fell back towards the spot along the column of baekhyun’s neck again and he knew he could easily gain the upper hand. How easy it would be to reach his hand out and brush against it again, if only to get this little shit to shut his mouth for once.

jungmin held his own, though. it wasn’t hard when there wasn’t anything intimidating about the actor to begin with and even the venom seeping through each word didn’t deter him any less. “can you honestly stand here and tell me that it didn’t excite you in the slightest, byun? considering this was the exact same things you did to me back in high school and how big of a crush you had on me back then, this was the last reaction i expected out of you.” he somehow still managed to play coy as he spoke, knowing exactly why is was a big deal. the main purpose of their outing was to showcase the strong friendship they had and to not give any suspicion to anything else going between them. In jungmin’s mind, there wasn’t any obvious signs of any kind of romantic affiliation as his actions had been very modest and inconspicuous. it wasn’t his fault that baekhyun seemed to get a boner whenever jungmin touched him.

he pushes past baekhyun to walk into the main area of the apartment and he takes a seat, limbs spread out and feet propped onto the table languidly as if everything was his property. regardless of how baekhyun decided to approach the topic, jungmin was fairly confident that he had a decent argument to back up his actions and prove that he was the innocent one in the situation.

“i really don’t see what the big deal is. It’s not like anyone who saw us is going to assume that we’re fucking or something. i didn’t even touch you that inappropriately,” tapping his fingers against the back of the couch, he holds the other’s gaze while continuing, “the only inappropriate thing was how you reacted to it.” and it was the truth. there was nothing that jungmin did that could be considered out of the norm for the everyday antics that other boys pull normally. no one would bat an eye at the sight of seeing two guys holding hands or joking around and showing skinship.  If anything, baekhyun should be honored that he even had the audacity to touch him as it meant he held an actual bit of respect for the actor (at least to the public eye), but in all honesty, jungmin just loved fucking around and making other people suffer as much as he could; a true sadist.

“if you’re that upset about it, then what exactly do you plan on doing about it? it’s not like i can take any of it back now and at least we’re at your apartment so no one else can see how easily i can make you blush again,” he pauses, “and if you try to deny that, i swear i’m going to get up right now and prove you wrong, byun. don’t test me.”

[247jungmin]

sweetness ;; ksg + kjm

[247seulgi-blog]

seulgi would rather not remember. the shrine that is her pretty mind, her pretty head yell ‘gold digger’ and other atrocities that beat at her mind. nor does she want to remember the momentary bliss exchanged in the short-lived affliction between kim jungmin and kang seulgi – because indeed, like always, she had developed a very real something in the purity of her adolescent heart. (and that same heart that still exists in seulgi’s chest, still beating, pulsing blood.) 

kang seulgi isn’t a heartbreaker – no. 

she inspires the heart to beat, she doesn’t kill it. 

[247jungmin]

‘..you’re a star..’

those words were laughable in his current state and a complete contrast to the person he was, yet, he felt the makings of a smile form on his lips at the words. after all these years, seulgi still held him in such high regard that he felt the unmistakable flutter in his stomach, thinking of all the ways he could wiggle himself back into her life and ultimately her heart. to think that after so much time had passed, jungmin was still wrapped around her finger and clinging to her every word. seulgi would always hold a special place in his heart because she made him feel something back then out that hellish cesspool at cheongnam.

he owed her everything.

( txt; ↻ princesseul ) can i come get you in a bit? i have the rest of the day off so i want to make use of every minute.

his words were just as eager as his actions were, perched against the armrest of his couch as his leg bounced unrelenting--a nervous habit he could never control. today was the day for new beginnings, to try and find something worth changing for. seulgi gave him that motivation to change all for her, hoping that each new side of himself that he showcased would reel her in and make her stay this time. the money was easy to come by as he tapped into his father's bank account, withdrawing a modest amount to hold him off for the entire day and hopefully saving up enough money in the upcoming weeks to return the minor debt. jungmin had plans to spoil her like he princess he saw her as, take her around town and give her the luxuries of life that she loved so much when they were an item.

putting the finishing touches on his outfit, he checks his phone again for her text and feels the surge of nervousness way away at him again as the time winds down. the monotonous ticking of the clock against his wall was only a minor distraction from his thoughts, memorizing the pace as he counted down each second slowly. he isn’t sure how long he’s been sitting there before the next text comes in and he’s quick to grab his keys and the small bouquet of roses off to the side before he heads downstairs.

a few quick rasps against the door and he’s waiting quietly, one hand tucked behind his back to conceal the gift and a subdued smile on his face; the anxiousness surfacing once again with each second passed until he’s faced with her saccharine smile once more.

[247jungmin]

bated breath ;; jhs + kjm

[247jh-blog]

 “i can see it on your face, so don’t lie to me. you don’t look as pretty when you’re sad, where’d your  smile go?” phrasing it as a joke of course, hoseok’s just trying to lighten the mood in his way. but when it’s obvious that it’s not helping, he grows serious again. he leans forward, resting his elbows on the table between them. “alright, what’s wrong? you can tell me.”

[247jungmin]

the sound of hoseok’s voice was a much needed distraction and even if it wasn’t evident, jungmin was truly relieved to see the male after all these hours. there was still hesitancy in his actions as he looked over to the other, brows furrowed as jungmin struggled for just what to say—how to answer that question. hoseok was exceptionally good at reading him and even better at paying attention to smaller details that he would have otherwise thought would fall on blind eyes. as a lame attempt at defense, he grasps the cup between his palms and lifts it up to take a sip of the drink which had long since fallen cold, expression turning into a slight grimace at the bitter taste of espresso.

“i didn’t want to make it four,” he remarks dryly, setting the cup back down but keeping his hands enclosed around, “it’s a long story.” it wasn’t far from the truth because in his mind, it did seem like a rather long story that he wasn’t even sure if he wanted to explain. so instead, he opts to try and aim for another topic to dismiss the inquisitive gaze hoseok held onto him. “you know, you’re a damn good barista. when I make macchiatos at my job, they never come out this perfect..or sweet,” catching himself, he laughs a bit and rephrases, “or was sweet, i’m sure. i can’t really tell anymore.”

there was no way he would be able to talk his way out of this one, that much was obvious with how hell bent his friend seemed on getting him to open up. truth is, opening up would require jungmin to admit things about himself that would most likely cause the other to see him in a different light and that was something he couldn’t risk, not when everything had been going to smooth between them. he’d lost way too many friends since high school and at this point in his life, losing any more would just send him back into his reclusive state, unwilling to try and make any more friends. to him, hoseok meant a lot and it seemed almost childish to admit that, but having him even show the slightest amount of care and concern meant a lot when it seemed everyone else around him thrived on wanting to watch him fail even more.

“i think that’s the first time you’ve ever complimented me on my looks, hoseok,” he admits with the blossoming of a small smile, head tilting to the side, “you’re not just saying that because I’m upset, are you? because then I’d have to hold back my own compliments.” a long exhale and then silence before he’s meeting hoseok’s gaze with another unwavering one, fingernails scraping against the cup sleeve nervously. his best bet would be to just lie for now and keep the skeletons in his closet hidden for a bit longer, at least until he knew for sure that hoseok was someone he could fully trust to remain nonjudgmental.

“..my dog passed away today,” he lies, but maintains the same solemn expression to make it believable, “my parents called me earlier today to tell me the news. i practically grew up with him so it was hard, you know?” jungmin sighs again for added dramatic effect and he pushes the cup further across the table, “i know i probably shouldn’t be this upset, but he was part of the family and i miss him a lot.” out of his peripheral he notices the employees making the last few adjustments before locking up shop and he looks back to hoseok curiously, “we should probably leave. you wouldn’t mind walking back with me, would you?”

[247jungmin]

checkmate ;; bbh + kjm

@247baekhyun

the same mischievous smirk that jungmin had been wearing nearly all day never left his face even in the privacy of baekhyun’s apartment. every attempt to get a rise out of the other had been a success and the sheer frustration he could sense made it all worth it in the end, even when skinship was never something he was fond of in public with anyone. It should have been his main goal to dispel the rumors surrounding them, but just the thought of how hard baekhyun would be struggling to keep his hands to himself made everything worth it. they weren’t allowed to touch (which was an easy task), yet he was eager to garner any kind of reaction from the elder in the most subtle ways.

everything began simple enough as jungmin would brush his hand against his friend’s every so often, purposely making sure he was close enough to always have some form of contact. it wasn’t until they reached the small ice cream shop that jungmin decided he’d been a little too tame and wanted to raise the bar (if only to watch baekhyun suffer in the process). it started with him leaning in a little too close for comfort as he’d whispered a question against the other’s ear, curious to know what flavor to order and next, his hand rises to rest against baekhyun’s shoulder, fingertips brushing against the column of smooth skin.

jungmin thought nothing of it at first and figured it was all in good fun, that is until he noticed the way his friend had reacted to him. it was barely noticeable; the tensing of baekhyun’s shoulders subtle and fleeting with the ghosting of his fingers along the actor’s skin. he would have easily pushed that reaction aside and forgotten it if his eyes hadn’t caught the sight of reddening skin, a light cerise coating the tips of baekhyun’s ears as they were one of the few parts not covered in makeup.  as much as jungmin wanted to, he didn’t bring it up for the rest of the day…

..that is until he’s safe inside the confides of thick walls, back propped against the door after they’d entered and his trademark grin that he couldn’t break. baekhyun was furious and it was obvious with how he stomped around the apartment, practically seething from how much he wanted to chew jungmin out. the sight was amusing to watch and he could only anticipate just what the other had to say.

“before you begin, i just want to point out that even if you try to deny liking anything i did today, i made you blush so that has to count for something.”

[247jungmin]

@247taehyung​

He’s a human sponge, soaked from head to toe. His clothes cling to him like a second skin, with his hair wet, face wet, feet wet, everything wet. When Taehyung walked outside this morning, the sky was a brilliant blue, not even a cloud in a sky. And yet somehow, in the time it took to get from his place to this quaint little coffee shop.

“I forgot an umbrella,” is the simple reply he gives while waddling over to sit down beside Jungmin, leaving a trail of water in his wake. He smiles despite his current situation, deciding not to worry about how he’ll make it back home in the freezing cold with his clothes as water-logged as they are. He’ll deal with that when he gets there. For now, he’s just happy to see his friend.

“But how are you?”

the soft chime of the bell grabs jungmin’s attention towards the door and the sight he’s greeted with causes him to shift his head; the palm previously used to keep his head upright was covering his mouth to conceal his grin, corners of his eyes crinkled to give him away. jungmin honestly felt bad for taehyung but he wouldn’t deny that the sight was too amusing to not chuckle at, especially given the other’s status.

“leave it to you to forget something so important, tae,” he finally speaks as he uncovers his mouth, grabbing a few napkins nearby to slide over to the male in his meager attempt to provide help, “i got you covered--at least you won’t be going back in that rain.” his expression falls into a more amicable one, tapping a finger against the cup of bubble tea he’d ordered for his friend while pushing it across the table.

“i’m great. never been better.” he lies through a smile, straightening his posture momentarily only to lean against the small booth. “are you sure you’re okay? i’m worried you might catch a cold like this.”

[247jungmin]

[ txt → ho-oh ] 2❗️0❗️1❗️6❗️ is here BiTcHeS!!! 👸🏼🙌🏼👩🏽 Christmas cummies are gone ❌🎄❌ and Twenty 1️⃣6️⃣ is time 🕒🕜🕠 to SUCK TWENTY DICKS CLEAN!!!🍆💦🍆Pop that NEW YEARS PUSSY 💦💦💦 like you’re popping champagne 🍾🍻🍾 and get ready to get RAILED tonight!!🤗😫😏 Make sure that ball doesn’t drop 🔵❌ without two balls in your mouth 😊👅😊 so you can get all kinds of confetti in your face💦😉💦 Send this to 1️⃣0️⃣ bad bitches 😍😜 and you’re a New Years babe ☺️☺️☺️ Send this to 2️⃣0️⃣ banging bitches and you’re a naughty New Years slut 😫💦😍 Send this to 5️⃣0️⃣ of your naughtiest bitches and you’re the Mother Teresa of getting dicked!!! 🍆😜🍆 Happy New Year❗️🎉❗️🎊❗️

〈 read: 3:04pm 〉

[247jungmin]

protocol ;; kjm + ltm

[247taemin-blog]

“If it’s an explanation you’re waiting on, I’m here because I was invited. It turns out this is a high school reunion for a high school I actually attended! One thing led to another, and I made it to the list. Thank you for your concern, though, I’ll appreciate it every last bit as I ever did,” and here’s the glint in his eyes, “but I can manage my own life. Relying on associates never turned out to do the trick for me, you see.”

One for all, and – what heartbreak. Poor bastard will be left for dead at the shore.

[247jungmin]

it was the same old jungmin, falling into the same routine as back in high school as he held his gaze with taemin. even after all the years that passed since following behind the other’s every word and command until now—he couldn’t shake off how he always managed to unconsciously obey. full lips purse at the other without so much as a stray thought crossing his mind of how much he truly lived up to his nickname even now. gritting his teeth, he maintains his silence until he knows it’s his turn for a retort; the same boy who never interrupted taemin, only obeying every command thrown at him.

the contact feels as forced as the smile he’s given and the warmth of the contact seethes through his clothes, burning his skin with an indescribable anger at just how the other could appear content with their fate. jungmin was left to pick up the pieces of their recklessness and ultimately spiral into his downfall and it pissed him off how no one seemed to care.

for every action lied a consequence and jungmin was a slave to his own greed.

it was easier to place the blame onto someone else—to deny that maybe, just maybe, he was just as guilty as the others, but he played victim for years following as a product of peer pressure. just as any other teenager, he was seeking approval and acceptance and the musketeers were both a blessing and a curse to him.

“it was rhetorical, but thanks. i wasn’t aware that everyone who attended cheongnam was invited to its’ reunion,” he states dryly, teeth raking over his lower lip to occupy his urge to roll his eyes. jungmin stared at the other sternly as he spoke, as though defying taemin to be flippant in return. “you certainly can manage your own life, huh? how’s that been working out for you?”

he could almost sense the small attempt of an insult tossed his way, but he refuses to catch the bait. everyone could think what they will about the current state of jungmin’s life because at the end of the day, regardless of the circumstances he was unfortunate to be placed in, he had a certain amount of wealth that others could only dream of having without even lifting a finger. granted, he was forced into labor by his father, but if anyone were to ask, it was only to pass time.

the vibration of his phone goes ignored as he keeps his attention focused on the shorter male, bitterness and anger evident with each word spoken, “out of the three of us, i imagined you’d be the one going the furthest, but i guess even you need your own associates to rely on to remain relevant around here.”

[seunghyun247-blog]

nostalgic for disaster || jungmin+tabi

“So it’s not like how the stories portrayed you, huh?” Seunghyun raised an interested eyebrow as the one and only Jungmin sat down beside him, chuckling despite the content matter of their conversation. He didn’t mean to be rude, but well, Jungmin had always been Mr. Sexy around school, so now that he was saying all this, it was surprising to the taller man. Fuck this whole class reunion thing they were at if Seunghyun could have only just pick Jungmin’s brain about how he had managed to be so popular with people- the actor was happy to have just gotten to have this conversation with him at the bar.

Seeing him now was like reliving an old dream you’d once had or going over old photographs, nostalgic for the disaster of how Seunghyun used to feel for him. God, he had liked him so much; Jungmin had been his first male crush, the first indicator that he might not be entirely straight. He watched him every day, mooned over him like one of the girls, always liking the way the guy strolled through school like he owned the place. He was a part of the popular crowd, the ones Seunghyun wasn’t even allowed to speak to- yet here they were years later, talking and having drinks together, reminiscing at this boring reunion. “I know things get exaggerated but come on… some of it was true, right?”

@247jungmin

[247jungmin]

“well, that depends on what parts you’re interested in,” he replies easily, raising his drink to take a small sip from, “i think it’s natural for words to be twisted and skewed the more they’re passed around. i’m not even really sure how most of cheongnam sees me.” his words were true to some extent. he was mostly aware of the gossip that spread whenever it involved himself, but the details were always lost whenever questioned. most of the general knowledge surrounding jungmin was basic knowledge with bits of the type of person he wanted to portray to everyone. contrary to popular belief, jungmin was a man of privacy and preferred to keep it that way.

the corners of his lips curve upwards into a smirk at the question and a small chuckle soon follows because honestly, was he ready to entertain seunghyun with the dirty details? he lets out an audible sigh, turning to face the taller male with his weight leaning against the bar, “you mean like the rumors of how i slept with every girl from the plastics...in the same night? or how my dad owns some huge drug cartel and that’s where all of my family’s wealth came from? i think the one i especially liked the most was that i met lee hyori and she seduced me into sleeping with her. i wish that one was true.”

[247jungmin]

out of control ;; ash + kjm

@247sohee

pristine, petite, placid—just a few of the words that would describe ahn sohee; she was never one to catch much of anyone’s attention back in high school (being a grade higher than him especially didn’t help), but anyone who knew her would say the same thing. sohee was never one to go against rules and regulations, to make her name known in the cesspool of teenage drama and gossip that clung to the tip of everyone’s tongues. she was one of the lucky few who managed to escape and move on with a clean slate, nothing tarnishing the reputation she worked hard to maintain.

if anyone were to mention her name to jungmin, he would draw a blank, even more if he were asked if he’d heard of her now.  the name had been brought up in casual conversations with a few close friends, but the topic was never delved into further.

it isn’t until saeryun brings the name up again that curiosity gets the best of him; a casual suggestion of going out tonight because jungmin had been ‘cooped up’ in his apartment for too long. edge was holding a showcase of an up and coming artist; never one to miss an opportunity to admire local talent, he agreed to stop by and take a look around. he had nothing else to occupy his time with and god knows he needed the distraction to clear his mind, feeling unnecessarily stressed by the plethora of rumors spreading around. it was only a matter of time before his past began to catch up to him and only gossip girl would be the one to air his dirty laundry for everyone to see, revealing sides of himself that he tried hard to conceal. some skeletons were a little harder to keep hidden in closets than others.

different voices wafted around him as he aimlessly wandered around the gallery, fingers wrapped around the thin stem of his glass as he took sips of the crisp champagne offered to guests. years of being surrounded by the intricate works of dali and magritte shaped his definition of what he considered ‘art’ and what was just a pitiful attempt at trying to channel the geniuses of surrealism. jaded eyes scanned each piece carefully, standing off to the side as he eavesdropped on conversations trying to blindly decipher what the artist was trying to portray; jungmin still remained unimpressed.

only when his eyes wander over towards a small gathering does he find something worth his attention—or rather, someone. cherubic cheeks accented with alluring eyes and a pair of pouty lips, definitely the type of girl he wouldn’t let out of his sight if he’d laid eyes on her before. there was something so familiar and yet so foreign—a unique beauty that it takes the boy a few more minutes to realize he’d seen her before. that same face was one he’d seen back in high school, although there was considerably less makeup, but nothing could hide the natural beauty she possessed. he couldn’t rake his mind for a name, she was simply known as the ‘quiet girl’ and it’s only then that jungmin begins to put two and two together.  there was a subtle rise of his brows as he continued to watch from afar and the most notable difference from the girl back then and the girl before him was the change in aura. no longer was she the cute wallflower--a bookworm buried between pages. she seemed to blossom into a beautiful social butterfly, fluttering from person to person and engaging in conversations that jungmin wanted to be a part of.

without hesitation, he saunters over to stand beside a couple who were only a few feet away from sohee and waited patiently for his turn to grab her attention. regardless of if she recognized him or not, one thing was for sure: he had no intentions of leaving without her number.

[247baekhyun-deactivated20160328]

[ txt → ho-oh ]   → oh, you were trying to hide it? damn, this is clearly why i’m the actor here, i’ve always known about your adoration for me tbh   → don’t pout, you look good in white. but yeah, pretty much. pretty sure fans have written stuff about me and my male co-stars before. fanfiction or something?   → they want us to hang out more together. y’know, to showcase that we’re close friends (but nothing else) to cover up the fact i was flirting with someone i hadn’t actually seen in years :) management thinks if we avoid each other the rumors might increase because we’re ‘in hiding’

[247jungmin]

( txt; ↻ 병신) you’re a liar and there was never any admiration for you. i have to admit you /are/ a good actor because you’re acting like i had some kind of crush on you. ( txt; ↻ 병신) yeah? that sounds mildly intriguing and disturbing. does that mean we’re next on the list, then? ( txt; ↻ 병신) ..oh. well, that’s not so bad in theory. i mean--as long as you actually can keep your hands off of me then it shouldn’t be a problem for us, right? this seems like a difficult challenge for you. ㅋㅋ

[247jungmin]

sweetness ;; ksg + kjm

@247seulgi

too long—it had been far too long since jungmin had thought of her. somewhere in the crevice of his mind, she had never completely vanished. he did well to sweep up the remains of his broken heart,  toss them aside and move on, but tiny fragments still lingered that stung with each step he took down memory lane. it was easy to convince him that he was okay with it, that he wasn’t ready for any kind of serious commitment at such an early age, yet seulgi was the exception to that.

it wasn’t love at first sight; the nausea and anxiety didn’t hit him whenever he would see her pass in the hallway between classes, smiling amiably at anyone within her presence. it began as an interest, one that he would even claim was mutual with the way her eyes would linger on him from across the room. he would play coy and pretend as if he wasn’t aware of how obvious her advances were, but it was impossible to ignore. (he’d be cutting himself short if he ever denied himself the chance to spend a night with her)  everything about seulgi was an intoxicating mixture of all the qualities he looked for in his lovers. she stood a head shorter than him, but her presence made up for her height; the type of girl who demanded attention from everyone wherever she went and jungmin was eager to give her just that.

their relationship began with awkward confessions and shy smiles that were uncharacteristic to jungmin. notes passed between the two with a place and time to meet until he saw her again, words fumbling from his mouth as he finally felt the first flutter of a butterfly roaming inside his stomach.

( ‘she was beautiful’, he would think, ‘i had to make her mine.’ )

the progression of their relationship was a tumultuous experience that left jungmin unsure of just who to believe. he was privy to the rumors and gossip surrounding her, of how she would use other boys for nothing more than their money; a princess who was constantly searching for her prince and dropping anyone who didn’t suit the part. jungmin looked beyond that, hoped that he would be the one who could keep her to himself. he deluded himself into thinking that it was true love—he was in love with her. if it was luxury she craved, he would be a fool not to give it to her.

even now as years passed and those memories were left to be forgotten, he realizes that he was never truly over her. their meeting was brief and fleeting, just enough to exchange a greeting and promises of spending time together to catch up, but it was enough to keep jungmin’s mind occupied for hours after. to him, seulgi would always be ‘the one that got away’, regardless of who ended the relationship first. jungmin could believe it was a second chance at rekindling something between them.

he was hopeless.

( txt; ↻ princesseul ) so, i’ve been thinking about that lunch date you offered ( txt; ↻ princesseul ) you weren’t just saying that out of courtesy, right? because i’d really like to take up that offer soon. maybe today or this weekend, if you’re free?

[247baekhyun-deactivated20160328]

and jungmin’s always been full of shit. free beer, his ass. there’s so many holes in his alibi that baekhyun could poke through, but instead he peers into what is now his empty bottle of beer with mild bemusement. “ouch, that’s what i get for giving my heart away so easily.” the hand on his chest tightens into his shirt for a dramatic effect, but soon after that baekhyun perks up visibly. “so you’ve seen me?” sometimes, it’s still hard to wrap his head around the fact he’s famous — he’s always had status due to his family’s money, but everything he’s achieved past high school is because of himself. the smile that’s blossomed is one of pride, even despite jungmin’s clear dissatisfaction. “you know television has nothing on the real thing. c’mon, you didn’t miss me, not even a tiny bit?”

[247jungmin]

“you make it sound like a bad thing,” he interjects, “if i were any different, i don’t think you’d like me as much, byun.” although he played the comment off as a joke, it made him wonder just how true those words were. he would be deluding himself into thinking that he was a completely different person from the boy back in high school, but it was far from the truth. as the saying goes, you can take the boy out of high school, but you can’t take the high school out of the boy. jungmin hadn’t truly matured like much of his other peers and it felt inferior, watching everyone else grow up and move on as he was left clinging to the past with one foot stuck in the door of his future.

the next words have jungmin scoffing under his breath, using every ounce of willpower he can muster to not roll his eyes at just how cheesy that sounded coming from baekhyun. “you don’t have to take my word for it, you can be the judge of that. you’re enjoying my company now, aren’t you?” a low, idle hum resonates in the back of his throat while he motions for another beer, uncapping it to take a large sip as he muses over the title. “you know, if i actually had previous lovers who fit that title, i would love being called a ‘serial heartbreaker’. or maybe i broke hearts without even knowing?” turning his focus back to the elder, he raises a brow curiously, “did i break your heart? i know how much you had the hots for me back in school, it’s only natural that you’d be distraught over not getting any affection from me, am i right?”

a smile breaks out onto his face, not even bothering to hide it this time as he chuckled at the over dramatic display. “no, you’re not flirting with anyone’s dad, baek. i’m not the one with the baby daddy rumors around here, am i? you’re fine.” the longer jungmin refused to acknowledge how much he missed the other, the easier it became to read through his bullshit. with pursed lips, he sides his bottle against the counter idly, eyes focused on the condensation forming along the sides, “it’s hard to avoid you. it’s like–no matter what i try to watch, your face always seems to pop up in some form or another, or at least your name.” the heat of his cheeks (he hoped) was hidden by the dim lights of the room, forcing himself to meet baekhyun’s gaze with a forced smile. “..i–missed you. i mean, i guess…a part of me missed this,” he replies, hand motioning between them both as he fails to find the proper definition to what ‘this’ was.

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[ txt → ho-oh ]   → if not thinking someone’s worth the effort is the definition of a fan these days, you’re clearly my #1   → you have! don’t worry, it’s cute. i love pugs :)   → ngl i was a bit worried but the second i saw your face pasted onto a bride i knew this was gonna blow over i love my life  → management still thinks i should do damage control but i don’t think you’re gonna like it..

[247jungmin]

( txt; ↻ 병신) you got me. you figured me out completely, byun. i don’t know how much longer i would have been able to hide my admiration for you ( txt; ↻ 병신) ...really? did they really have to go that far--i mean, i guess since it wasn’t a girl, all your fans don’t really care. oppa isn’t fucking some nasty slut, right?  ( txt; ↻ 병신) that depends, what kind of damage control are they suggesting?

[suzy247-blog]

[ text — pretty boy ] oh no… he is? ㅠㅠ  i’m glad you’re over there to take care of him though, you’re a really good friend jungmin [ text — pretty boy ] and you’re right, i’m going to have to talk to him soon anyway, i can’t just let this continue… but he’s going to be super upset and i’m not even sure what i should say at this point…? then again, i dont want us to be like this forever. [ text — pretty boy ] and thanks, jungmin. make sure you text me! let me know how you both are doing…? i’m pretty anxious at the moment  ㅠㅠ [ text — pretty boy ] i’ll try to relax and not panick so much but, please… text me alright? let me know how you both are. i love you two!

[247jungmin]

( txt; ↻ cinderella ) ..thank you. it seems weird reading that now. a far cry from how we were in hs ( txt; ↻ cinderella ) he will be but it’s unavoidable at this point and at the very least, i can at least try to soften the blow somewhat. i really want to know how he still feels about you before i try to push him into doing anything he might not want, or push him into doing it too soon ( txt; ↻ cinderella ) i’ll text you back as soon as i can, cindy. i love you, too

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[ txt → ho-oh ]   → being stalked isn’t something i can get used to just because my face is on the cover of every magazine   → and you’re freaking out. you’re probably doing that thing where you scrunch your face up until you look like a pug   →  i’ve been in dating scandals before just by looking into someone’s direction. if we don’t give them any reason to suspect something’s going on it’ll die down soon. i’ll ask management what’s best

[247jungmin]

( txt; ↻ 병신) oh, maybe you’re not getting stalked enough. i guess your fans don’t think you’re worth the effort.. ( txt; ↻ 병신) i am not. i don’t know what you’re talking about--what thing??  my face is fine, byun. i don’t even think i’ve ever done that before ( txt; ↻ 병신) i checked naver a little after this broke out and i’m impressed your fans have a sense of humor. forget dating scandal, we went into a full-blown marriage

[247jungmin]

bated breath ;; jhs + kjm

@247jh​

the soft pitter patter of rain against glass became a monotonous drone as jungmin sat beside, watching the droplets slide against the cool surface. cheek pressed onto the palm of his hand, his was gaze transfixed outside although he was focused on nothing in particular, mind racing with a million and one thoughts that all seemed to blur together and stress him out even more. had this been any other day, jungmin would be seated in the same spot he normally occupies with his nose buried in a combination of business books and the latest manwhas that he would eagerly chat about to the first person wiling to listen to him ramble; that first person had been hoseok.

it started off innocently enough with jungmin finding himself taking the metro to the nearest bookstore near campus, ordering an americano and secluding himself in the back to be left to his work. as days passed, he found it nearly impossible to truly focus on his studies when there were so many other (far more interesting) things that jungmin wanted to give his attention to. seldom was jungmin the type to initiate conversation with anyone around him unless he was under the influence of liquid courage, but as his visits to the small bookstore became more frequent, he became target for the lively barista to approach. nothing was pressured and every smile and word that fell from the other's heart-shaped lips sounded like honey to his ears. it was the dawning of a quickly blossoming friendship between the two. jungmin felt at ease each time he spoke to the barista who was all bright eyes and wide smiles, equipped with an impeccable ability to maintain conversations that jungmin would otherwise have trouble keeping alive.

perhaps it was the reason he found himself back at magok on a friday evening when he could have found other places to spend his time at, but the placidness was both a blessing and a curse. a part of him was silently begging for that same attention, although he would never fess up and vocalize his needs, but he craved the company. he'd arrived earlier than usual and ordered a caramel macchiato which was a far cry from his usual beverage, eyes nearly downcast the entire time as he avoided hoseok's worried expression. it was hypocritical for him to think that the last thing he wanted to do was worry the other when, at the same time, he was yearning for that concern--any bit of semblance that would make him believe someone actually cared. warm eyes and bright smiles would always greet him whenever he was around and without even realizing it, jungmin would be smiling right back as he found himself struck by just how infectious it was.

today, he was immune to it.

a small murmur of 'thank you' was the only form of an acknowledgement exchanged between the two before he'd sauntered off to hide behind a row of books, head tilted to stare at the gradually darkening sky. minutes blended into hours and jungmin lost track of just how long he had been sitting there until he noticed the familiar signs of the shop closing which meant the sooner he could talk to hoseok. the impending dread of having to not only admit that something was wrong but possibly talk about it was almost enough incentive for him to up and quietly leave, but he felt guilty enough. he could only wait for inevitable to happen as he focused his attention elsewhere, watching as everyone worked diligently to make sure the small cafe was ready for close.

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[ txt → ho-oh ]   → it’s giving me the fucking creeps knowing someone was watching the entire time fuck   → look, stop freaking out. that’s not helping anyone right now   →  tell those close to you it’s false, but don’t address it publicly. one wrong word and you’ll be eaten alive. i’ll handle it

[247jungmin]

( txt; ↻ 병신) you should be used to this by now, byun. you think privacy comes easy when you’re that famous? ( txt; ↻ 병신) i’m not freaking out, what do you mean. i just want to get this resolved as soon as possible ( txt; ↻ 병신) ..how are you going to do that? i mean, i’ll take your word for it since i know you have the sources to handle this better than i could. the question is, would anyone actually believe this?