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Korea's Choi Junhong was a child prodigy discovered in South Korea by Hyper Skateboards that turned pro in 2012. With numerous wins 2016 will be another year for fans to root this zesty Zelo onto victory.

[lighthousehan-blog]

     "I suppose they do that,” he hummed. He had no opinion on the idea, especially not from the ethical point of view. Taking advantage of resources at hand seemed perfectly natural to him, and cows did not seem to suffer from being milked. Humankind had already gone past the point of relying to whatever was considered natural from the close-minded point of view, and milk had many useful nutrients even if it made some stomachs feel funny. 

     “Whatever that is supposed to mean,” Han said and raised an eyebrow at Junhong’s playful notion. “Are you saying I’m still going to be 19 when the world comes to an end and everything I have known and loved has cased to exist? I know I look good for my age, but I doubt I will live longer than 250 years or so. Oh, aliens? During my long life I have yet to encounter one.” 

     The constant age jokes coming from a 26-year-old were unnecessarily corny, but for some reason his circle of friends were mostly aged after 23. Maybe it made him the reliable big brother in their eyes.

[96cj]

“It’s amazing, you know. To see how the things you’ve thought are timeless keep changing. Though I don’t think that Pluto cares about whether it’s a planet or not.” He added with a weak smile, letting the conversation flow and float about random trivial matters as he kept emptying his glass with a help of lazy sucks. It was evening and he needed sleep, the leisurely motions and monotone tone of his voice being the only one to actually get in the mood. A sleepy one obviously.

“I think it’s a bit scary, not being able to grow up or die even if you’d like to. I’ve seen it in one TV show, some girl was infected with a virus that gained her a super quick regeneration and after her ex dumped her she tried to kill herself but couldn’t. Teenagers these days.” There was a clicking sound as he nipped on his tongue as well as some part of glass, in disapproval, as if he still wasn’t in his 10s, hoping his hyung will get this refined joke.

[ahynvg]

( *// &.┋ᴘᴀʙᴏ. ) ❛ Hm, I don’t drink coffee like that, heh. A normal drink will do! Bowling sounds fun though! ❜she was caught off guard at his sudden request, but didn’t have a problem with it. it all sounded like fun, and a nice way to get to know someone.

[96cj]

“You don’t drink coffee? That’s something refreshing.” He hummed with a soft tune. “I mean most of my peers have already become slaves to the caffeine but I think the nice amount of sleep or some exercise are more helpful than this black water.”

[blyoeu]

The pun warrants a snort of laughter out of the prince, causing him to lower the board back down completely, resting it against his thigh in his hold. “Your hoodie? The one that is way bigger on me than you and will make me look like a toddler and will potentially have me swimming in it for the next century? Deal. Hand it over, beanstalk. I wonder how many old ladies I can fool and get free food from like that. Old ladies like cute things, right? I’m cute, right?– Don’t answer that.”

[96cj]

His eyes kept blinking intently, Junhong being completely confused by the sudden change of elder’s attitude -- not that he complained; the vision of getting his skateboard smashed drifting away just like his hoodie was, revealing a tank top he’d wore beneath his clothing. Mrs. Choi had always repeated him that he needs to take care of his kidneys and keep his back warm. And he was glad he listened to this piece of advice for now, walking in nothing but his pants would be too much for him to handle. “There you go, hyung. I’m sure you won’t be swimming in those. You are not that small after all.”

[zefylus-blog1]

“Oh lookie, we’ve got an open minded one here. No boyfriends, no girlfriends. I’m free and single, and I’m just going to assume you are, too. If you’re not, don’t tell me. If you’ve got some sugar daddy that’s gonna find me later I want it to be a surprise.”

It was polite to return the courtesy of assuming that the tall boy had someone feeling protective of his ass. Why not? He looked fine enough.

“Someone might still beat ya up, but if that happens it’s not my fault so don’t come crying to me later,” he continued with a shrug of shoulders, gesturing nonchalantly at the free chair at his table. He was in no mood of dancing, and people watching was enough to satisfy his social needs for the night, but if the other insisted in joining his company he was not going to say no. “Do I look more fun, then? I think I get progressively more hilarious the more drunk I get. Buy me a drink and I’ll show ya.”

[96cj]

“A sugar daddy?” He repeated after the elder and scoffed at the accusations, his arms crossed against his chest. “Listen hyung, I’m proud of my skills but trust me, I’ve bought these bling blings.” With that he waved his hands in front of stranger’s face, fancy accessories shimmering in discotheque lighting. “Thanks to money I’ve earned with my hard work, doing jobs that didn’t blow.”

Junhong planted himself on the chair advised to him, his long limbs stretching before he nested his head on his palms, gazing intently at other face. “You sure don’t look like you are about to throw up by mixing too much alcohol.” He admitted, shrugging as well before he reached out of his wallet. “I guess you are broke, then? And there I was hoping I’ve finally found a perfect sugar daddy who got both -- looks and attitude.” A click on his tongue got muted by the music playing in the background, his fingers counting down the money.

 “But sure, I can get you something. Are you in mood for anything particular or you are one of these people who care about the effect more than the taste?”

[96cj]

ey - fa

“Yes? Hello? How can I help?”

[96cj]

Call me daddy and get on your knees.

“Sorry, grey faces kill my boner.”

[byzelol]

Don’t mess with Choi Junhong

[jngyenni]

“Are you regretting now?” She glances over to him with a slight nudge onto his side with her elbow.

[96cj]

“Do I really?” He mused along, a shrug shaking his shoulders as if he was debating over his answer. “Not really, even failures are an important part of gaining experience after all.” There was alcohol in his system getting the male into such pensive mood. “But anyways are you feeling better?”

[kseulg-archive]

In reply to this !! @96cj

“They look so shiny though… I thought you actually applied nail polish!” Letting a short laughter escape, Seulgi tilted her head to a side and reached out for the younger male’s hand again. “Your nails look prettier than mine. I’m quite jealous! Usually men don’t care about their nails, even if it’s important to keep them cut and polished for healthy looking hands, right? Your nail stylist did a great job.” 

[96cj]

“I will thank her next time as I will see her.” He replied politely, head bowing in thanks out of instinct. “I think it’s important to take care of your outer appearance, even if you aren’t engaged in show business -- numerous experiments have proved that we humans trust more good-looking ones more.” Musing out, he’d glance over his nails once again. “They are too short for my liking, though. I’ve always wanted to have nicer hands or feet, like yours for example!” With that he turned his palm, squeezing her hand. “Yeah, perfect.”

[wendsi]

“Oh, no. It’s not that!” the older declared the idea to be incorrect, waving a single hand dismissively. In reality, this was only one of the reasons taking photos was so risky. Another reason, however, was Wendy’s unphotogenic nature – although being an idol and having many photos taken on a regular basis, she still wasn’t entirely comfortable with the idea of a self-photo. “Did you see me? I looked like a… uhm— a toe…?”

[96cj]

“A toe?” Junhong followed after her, blinking as he took another glance over his phone screen, squinting while he tried to see what she did. He failed but he could feel some kind of sympathy to her feelings. The male also hated taking too many self-pictures or them being published without his knowledge. As everyone else, he wanted to be remembered in a good way, derpy faces definitely not being one of them. “I can delete it if you want, I didn’t plan to publish it anyway.”

[avcmoi]

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[kindvongift-blog]

The park, he figured, would be empty during the witch’s hour. Despite that, however, he’s passed far too many couples engaging in public sex in what seemed like an attempt to get out of a rut in their sex lives. Honestly, if they a push they could’ve started with double sided dildos. Besides the happily fucking couples, however, there were still teenagers running about (probably breaking curfew to feel ratchet), making him sigh.

He only wanted a peaceful night’s (or morning’s) out, get some fresh air before he had to start working again, let the nicotine ruin his body and allow himself some ease of mind. That, however, was cut short as a tall teen (he assumed, since no one he knew would be caught dead wearing what he was) approached him. With Gavin already leaning and practically squatting on one of what he presumed to be was a half-pipe, he looked taller than most (if not all) people he knew.

“Depends.” He nods, head-to-toe-ing the boy before straightening himself up. He took a long drag at his cigarette, relishing the poison in his system. “Are you old enough to smoke, kid?” He chides, knowing full well someone whose height is probably above six feet can’t be younger than eighteen. (Or at least he hoped so, as his ego got stabbed when he noticed the boy was slightly taller than him).

“I don’t like sharing, though. What’s in it for me?” He smiled, tapping his cigarette to get rid of the extra ash on its tip.

[96cj]

In the dim light of street lamp standing few meters away from them, Junhong can’t see the stranger’s face well but judging by his words -- a playful tone being pretty noticeable -- the other is his hyung. Bold but not aggressive, he thinks aware that less than half a minute is enough to judge someone but not to get to know them. 

With the help of his feet, the board flicks upwards to lean alongside his shin. There’s a slight sensation of pain; the doesn’t even wince even when the youth is sure that under one of the wheels a bruise is forming. Nothing he’s unused to, though, injuries being the part of his profession, colorful evidence of the risk he’s taken, the risk that usually paid off.  He hopes it will this time as well.

He hums a tune, fingers rubbing his chin as he contemplates other’s words. Interrupted by the gurgling sound coming from somewhere down, that somewhere probably being nothing else than one’s stomach, the teenager decides. 

“I think the nearest fast food is already open. I will treat you a breakfast and you will give me a cig?” There’s no way this deal is beneficial to Junhong but he doesn’t care, feeling just as bold (but not aggressive) as the other man. “It’s Jun by the way, hyung.”

[heongs]

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[96cj]

ooc;

have you gotten tired of those already? No? Good. I’m sorry, I had to take care of my uni things and had no time or mood to get into mood for roleplaying. But I’ll slowly work on my replies. Like this and I will barge into your inbox asking for plots.

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Yongguk only let out a small snort of laughter at the males comment, understanding their conversation was coming to an end and thus settled to look for the next person to contact. Yet in the end he wouldn’t simply push aside the chat between them and give the younger male a proper goodbye. “Hey remember you having to teach me a good bit about facebook?” he muttered as response, a small chuckle passing over his lips before the call ended. “See you. Be healthy and safe.” Even with ending a call he made sure to wish the other only positive things, so easily taking over the older brother role he found comfort in. To him it was a simple action, liking to be someone elses support system while they found their path in their lives.

Just like that Friday rolled around corner and Yongguk found himself being driven around a lot, needing to check the location and naturally get the promised drinks. Deciding on getting some chicken and side dishes, along with a good amount of coffee, the radio host was driven towards his friends office. Having previously thought he would manage the day on foot, it was nice to have a driver and without a problem arrive on time without needing an awkward explanation to why he was late. With that said and the first half of the day settled, the male exited the car with the promised goods and started to walk into the building where Junhong’s company was. Upon arrival he smiled seeing the other welcoming him into his work place. “Ah happily. Hey your office looks rather amazing. I am glad to see that.”

[96cj]

“Ah this?” His arm waved, leaving a round trace in the air as his finger was pointing at his work place in shift the space could be found in there purposively. A desk, a worktable, chairs as well as a sofa squeezed in the room corner were all colored in white, making the office look ascetic, so the male decided to bedeck it with adornments that wouldn’t ruin that neat, almost minimalistic style, yet add some spark and coziness, claiming the place as his. It wasn’t home -- it wasn’t supposed to be home, after all -- but it was a place he’d spent a portion of his time, be it for game live-streams or business matter... well, for his work. “Thank you, hyung.” He added, rather sheepish. “I just let the company’s interior and spatial designer do his job. I’m glad they let me store my favorite boards here. I can’t ride them but at least I can look at them.” The usual cheery mood had filled the room as well as some chuckles after the youth finally shook off the awkwardness he’d feel whenever someone complimented him.

“Oh, do I smell chicken hyung?” He leaned forward the packet Yongguk was holding, inhaling the scent of dishes as well as coffee., this enough making him smile wide. “God this already is making me farmished. So I hope you wouldn’t mind if we ate first?” Asking, he offered the other puppy-like eyes as elder walked in, the door closing with a click. “You got to pick, hyung. Do we eat on the couch or by the table? I didn’t get a tv just yet. It’s not like there’s anything interesting to watch anyway.” 

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[ @96cj ] TO BE CONTINUED…. 

“yah… weird priest guy? i’m your father?” the way the other addressed byunghun wasn’t even what offended him, it was the fact that he completely disregarded anything the boy had just said. of course, byunghun’s features gave him away easily, portraying a blank stare at the taller male along with an expression that read ‘unbelievable’.

“i came all the way here just so you could ask about someone else?! where are your manners?”

[96cj]

There was something relaxing about the elder’s way of being; be it his special way of reacting to everything (always exaggerated and emotional) or expressions he’d offer to Junhong whenever he felt like messing up with his hyung. “Last time we’ve talked you’ve been a priest but alright -- let’s drop this father thingy, okay? I don’t want to come out as someone with daddy issues.” With a wave of his hand, the youth tried to keep his expression steady, his head bowing.

“I’m sorry hyung, I will try to be better from now.”

[96cj]

@ahynvg replied to an ask!

<( *// &.┋ᴘᴀʙᴏ. ) ❛ Yes, yes! Nice to meet you. We are in each others care for now. let’s get along well! ❜

He bowed at her words. “So, is there any way you would like to celebrate our meeting? A cup of coffee and some bowling?” He suggested out of sudden.