BLACK DIAMOND

there's no remedy for memory.closed rp / 18+

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psa;

(`` hi guys! for anyone that isn’t in the kkt chat or didn’t get to see my little note, i’m sad to say that jongin is no more. i have basically zero muse for him, sadly. however!! i will be back with a new character this saturday, so i might be following you all from that new account in the next couple of days! sorry to all the people who had plots with jongin but i hope that we can plot in the future with my new character! )

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Rebound Extraordinaire|| LS&KJ

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Sammy nods his head as he takes another shot, this time letting out a low hiss when he swallows it. “That’s good- . My day was fine.” He leaves at that, accompanying the statement with only a slight shrug of his shoulders. Why wouldn’t it be fine? What reason could he possibly have to be anything but fine? “Yah- get your own…” He pouts cutely, taking a drink of his blue lagoon.

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“Hey, I’m paying, am I not?” Jongin wiggles his eyebrows, grabbing another shot, tossing it back.

“So, I have to admit: I was a bit surprised when you asked me to come out to drink with you.”

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Sammy smiles brightly (junhong would be able to tell it’s fake) as his first shots arrive. “I didn’t order you anything because I didn’t know what you would like-” His bright smile turned apologetic as he takes the first shot, pulling a face at the burning sensation. “How’s your day going so far?” He asks, teeth pulling on his bottom lip a bit. “You look nice…”

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Jongin bites his own lip, trying not to look at Sammy’s mouth. Just drinks, right? Just drinks. Be cool.

“You look really good too,” he smiles, sitting down  across from him, stealing one of the shots with a chuckle. “It was pretty good--I had practice this morning, but that was about it. What about you?”

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Sammy should not be this mad. He shouldn’t be literally shaking with anger, stomach actually sore from thinking about it. Junhong isn’t his and they aren’t a thing and after all he’s done, he has no right to feel this way. But, unfortunately, feelings don’t really abide by rules. He gets there before Jongin (obviously since he practically ran the whole way) and immediately sits in one of the expensive booths, telling them that his friend was going to pay. He orders a line of tequila shots and a blue lagoon while he waits.

[ SMS ⇢ JONGGETOUT ] I’m here in one of those booth placesssssss

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[ txt → sammy😍👅💦 ] on my way!

Jongin parks the car, something that could only be described as butterflies fluttering in his stomach. Was this actually happening? What had made Sammy change his mind?

He locks the car, wiping his hands on his jeans. He was late enough as it is--the drive there had only taken five minutes; he spent at least twenty minutes picking out his outfit.

He steps into the club, putting on a smile. Be calm. Be good.

“Hey, Sammy!”

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tangled in miseries ,

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a stage play of misery, that’s a metaphor he would describe his life as. a happy beginning, but a full on shit-storm in the middle. he hoped that maybe that shit-storm would have ended along with his disappearance, that his past will stay in the past. but he’s wrong. 

he has always been wrong.

the stroll back from the grocery store was a routine he had just adjusted himself to. it took him awhile to realise that maybe eating ramen to save money wasn’t a smart idea, seeing as though the results weren’t too kind on his stomach (the hospital bills that came with that was less than pretty and he only managed to have the best care because of the mention of his father’s name). anyway, he he has no plans of going back to the hospital any time soon, not when he had just decided to start a healthy lifestyle.

he was just about to halt a taxi, eager to get home especially with the added weight of the groceries in his arms, when his eyes fall on far too familiar face. it was coincidence at best, and he swore that he was just hallucinating again, but something inside him tugged, forced him to stay, and he naturally gravitated towards the face he had been dying to see for the past two years. he felt his heart stop, the raw emotions that he had put away inside him suddenly overpowering him all at once. without realising, he has a hand on the man–his friend–a desperate gesture from a broken man.

“n-nini?” he begins, voice soft, afraid that if he spoke too loud the illusion would be blown away. the nickname is foreign to his tongue, but the nostalgia that flooded through him was something he didn’t know he welcomed. “is that you?”

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He shouldn’t even be in this part of town, that’s the thing. If the subway hadn’t caught on fucking fire, he wouldn’t be. He’d be home, on his couch, a tub of ice cream (that he’d deny he’d eaten the tomorrow at practice) in his lap, crying to Lee Min Ho’s perfect face. And Sooyoung would maybe show up to stay for a couple of hours like she sometimes does, and he would make a big scene of kissing her goodbye at the door, just in case.

But none of that was happening, because the subway did catch on fire, and so here he was, waiting for a taxi, in the drizzling rain, mind lost in other places, dimensions.

The nickname catches him by surprise, and for a moment, he doesn’t turn around, sure he’s made it up. It has been years after all; surely it was natural to miss the best friend of your life. Surely.

But then the hand touches his arm, and reality comes waving back; beeping car horns, racing traffic, stomping feet, the voice of his missing best friend by his side and his old nickname pulsing in his ears.

“K-Ki?” his voice doesn’t even sound like his own, completely detached from his mind, and his mind from his body. He’s a floating head in space.

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[ SMS ⇢ JONGGETOUT ] yeah whatever [ SMS ⇢ JONGGETOUT ] youre buying [ SMS ⇢ JONGGETOUT ] and im getting super drunk [ SMS ⇢ JONGGETOUT ] im getting an uber [ SMS ⇢ JONGGETOUT ] meet me at Lush

[ txt → sammy😍👅💦 ] ok!!!!!!!! :) :) :) [ txt → sammy😍👅💦 ] see you soon!!!!!!!!!!!

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[ SMS ⇢ JONGGETOUT ] so like this is a last resort but like [ SMS ⇢ JONGGETOUT ] do you wanna go out drinking tonight?

[ txt → sammy😍👅💦 ] ........[ txt → sammy😍👅💦 ] YES[ txt → sammy😍👅💦 ] i mean[ txt → sammy😍👅💦 ] yeah sure[ txt → sammy😍👅💦 ] whatever[ txt → sammy😍👅💦 ] i can probably make time i guess 

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A little liquor mixed with some sadness|| LS&KJ

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“You were too busy meeting everyone else.” Sammy shrugs his shoulders and he doesn’t mean anything by it because he isn’t bitter; he can’t promise that he would have been the friendliest to Jongin anyways. He was on a completely different level and at that point, he really wasn’t the kindest to those he found different.

The boy finishes off his bottle of soju, and maybe he should slow down, before asking for another, obvious stress and nerves showing on his face. “Ah- you look like an idol.” He comments, staring down into his shot glass obviously deep in thought. “Dreamy. Like the guys girls make up in their little notebooks in Middleschool.”

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Jongin swears, he’s got heart eyes. This guy... wow. He’s in love. This has to be love. He’s never felt anything like this before. This has to be love. 

“I-- wow. Thanks. You’re.. I mean you’re pretty great looking yourself. Especially in that uniform.”

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sammy can help but laugh brightly hoping the act doesn encourage jongin. yeah if i an angel from god you better stop trying to sleep with me we are sworn abstinence.

Sammy stands and takes off his police hat, messing up his hat hair. “C'mon, I’m going for lunch and I don’t think my captain would appreciate you hanging around here.”

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Jongin’s eyes widen, hands clutching his chest, “Sammy... are you asking me on a lunch date? Because, the answer is yes.”

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“You had the rich family…” Sammy nodded his head as all the memories can rushing back to him. Of course he’d heard about the infamous Kim Jongin. The rich hotty that everyone was literally obsessed with. It was annoying. “I’m Lee Sammy- you probably don’t remember me- I think we’ve only met in person once.” Sammy muses as he runs his fingers through his hair and rolled his shoulders, trying to get all the tension out. “So what do you do now? I’m pretty self-explanatory.” He let out a happy chuckle as motions towards his uniform.

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This angel had gone to high school with him? And Jongin hadn’t met him before now? How? How had he seen this face in the halls and never noticed?

He refrains himself from asking whether he was a real cop or just one of those stripper ones. He knows the answer, but god, it would be nice if it were the other option.

“I’m really sorry I didn’t remember you—” and really, he is, “—I, uh. I’m an idol.”

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“You’re lucky it’s not busy or I’d seriously wring your neck.” He mutters as he turns back to his computer. “And yes- absolutely considering I wouldn’t even say yes to a first date.”

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“Why not, though?” Jongin pouts. He wonders if he should just give up on Sammy, before banishing the idea. Impossible. They were destined to be together. Eventually.

“I’m handsome and nice and you’re literally an angel from god. We should date.”

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Are you scared of Gossip Girl?

Scared? Yes. Terrified, actually. The paranoia follows him like a physical being, walking behind him, the eyes ever present on his back. He covers his tracks, but what if he’s not careful enough? What if he leaves something behind? What if it all comes crashing down, turned to dist on the floor for him to pick up, only to have it fall through his fingers again?

Jongin scoffs, rolling his eyes. “Scared? Why would I be?”

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A little liquor mixed with some sadness|| LS&KJ

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Once he took his first shot, he let his eyes study the boy to his right. Shit, he knew him. But from where? Sammy did the opposite of following celebrities, in fact, he worked viciously hard to keep his mind clear of that garbage. So, the guy probably wasn’t a celebrity, maybe they went to school together? The thought of high school just brings a sour taste to his mouth and he takes another shot before speaking.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but who the fuck are you and why do I know you?”

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Honestly, Jongin would rather not deal with any of it. It was bad enough that his father didn’t pay attention to him—why would he? it was his brother who was the “successful” one—but that he also didn’t respect as well?

Jongin’s fucking done with it, if he’s being perfectly honest.

Of course, it’s never as easy as that. Every time they argue, Jongin’s faced with that crippling fear that this will be it. He’ll be cut off. He’ll lose everything: his reputation, his money, all of it, gone. Poof. And all because he couldn’t keep his big fucking mouth shut.

“Yes. Yes sir. I understand, sir.” He nods, hanging up the phone, taking a long drink of his tequila. He slams the glass back down on the wood, and wonders if ordering another one right now would be a good idea.

It takes him a second to realize the guy beside him is actually speaking to him, but when he turns to face him, he wonders how he hadn’t seen him immediately.

He swears, it’s love at first sight. It has to be. Destiny, or some shit. No way would god, or whatever higher power is out there, placed this beautiful angel beside him by sheer coincidence. 

It takes him a moment to respond, too caught up in the other man’s beauty.

“I— I’m Kim J-Jongin.”

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"I AM NOT CRAZY!"

“Sure sounds like something a crazy person would say. I don’t judge, though.” Jongin shrugs a little, pulling his jacket collar up against the wind. It was a cold day, even colder with the breeze, and really, he’d just wanted to go on a walk. He wasn’t expecting, well... this.

“It’s just that... usually sane people don’t sit on the very edge of a very high bridge.”

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"Stop staring at me like I grew a second head."

“I’d sure like to see your second head,” Jongin wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, walking his fingers across the bar towards Sammy. He holds his hands up when it looks like Sammy’s about to get up and leave.

“Okay, okay, I might have gone too far with that one, but consider this: have sex with me.”

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"Are you drunk or do you just act like that all the time?"

“No,” Jongin says simply, leans on the counter at the police station. If he bats his eyelashes a little bit at Sammy, it’s just a twitch. He swears.

“I do only act like this for you, though,” his voice is a soft simmer, front teeth pulling on his lip. “Now, answer this: is before the first date too soon to ask you to marry me?”

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i suck!!!

sorry all, it’s been Hell Week at uni so like, i haven’t been here..... at all......

i’m answering all my memes tonight so look forward to that!

also, i’m making starters for the folks i owe them to!