THE SENTIMENTALISTS

Lee Minjae ☻ 19930712 ☻ Author OC ☻ PLOT/PARA FRIENDLY ☻ LIT

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Crazy night ahead or-?||Minjae & Jackson

differentbutsuperior:

“Cool.” Jackson said with a nod and he meant it. Having your real name on something and being able to be known for something. It was cool. At least in his mind which was filled with names linked to fake identities.

Although his mind had went momentarily dark, Minjae’s guess.of kids had him laughing. “I know we just met but do I really seem like a fatherly type? I meant my roommates. None of us really have family so we created our own. Like no weird blood sharing or anything, we just look out for each other is all.” Jackson explained, still grinning widely at the fact that the other had assumed he could actually be responsible for another human life besides his own which he was barley managing.

   "Oh, thank God.." the reply slipped past his lips before he could stop it, and Minjae squeezed his eyes shut, regretting just about every decision he'd made that had lead him to this point in his life.

   Really, though -- getting involved with someone with kids? Not high on Minjae's to-do list.

   (And since when had he been concerned about getting involved? He'd just met the guy!)

   "What I mean is, uh.." he backpedaled, the red creeping up his neck definitely visible now. "It's good that you take care of your roommates. Y'know.."

   He finished lamely, silently cursing himself.

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differentbutsuperior:

Jackson nodded and lead him towards the dishwasher detergent which, lucky for him, was on the other aide of the store. “An author? Really? Published anything?” He asked, more than interested in the other endeavors.

With a pause, the mutant thought about what he should say. ‘Not allowed’? 'Too risky to be enrolled somewhere’? No. All of those sounded like he was some kind of criminal which he wasnt. “Most of my time has to be at home. I have people to look after.” He answered and it wasnt a lie. All of the mutants looked after each other. Of course, it would have been easier to lie but for some reason, his stomach felt sick at the thought of lying to someone whose been honest with him.

   “Just one book. Four years ago,” anything else still remained inside his head, words untranslatable. He wondered what it would be like to write again, and not in the way they did in his classes, where he does his best to turn the professor’s prompts into stories, bring them to life — to really write about something that matters.

   God, he get’s awfully sentimental when he thinks about writing. It’s almost laughable.

   “Kids?” he asked. Jackson didn’t really seem like the fatherly type, but then again, what was the fatherly type? Minjae had never experienced it — his own father had been absent, birthday parties giving way to business meetings, good night kisses cast aside for conferences.

Even in his own head, he sounded sad and pathetic. He rolled his eyes inwardly.

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Short List of random Text Memes sfw/nsfw mix

[text] “You want to come over?” [text] “Oh my god I’m so horny right now and there’s no one attractive in sight..” [text] “He/She asked me if I was even old enough to be out this late…” [text] “This party is boring can you come and get me out of here?” [text] “I just realized how much I hate tomatoes.” [text] “Let’s go for a ride.” [text] “You wanna go on a road trip. Like right now?” [text] “Hey! I’m right outside your window. Let me in.” [text] “I’m in the driveway. I got chicken nuggets.” [text] “I’m upstairs in your room.” [text] “I’m waiting in bed for you.” [text] “I’m waiting in bed for you naked.” [text] “THERE ARE KITTENS. SO MANY KITTENS.” [text] “I’m bringing home a kitten.” [text] “I think I"m d;arunk. the mabr wont let me in.” [text] “Let’s go camping this weekend.” [text] “Send me a pic.” [text] “Send me a sexy pic.” [text] “I know it’s four am but are you awake?” [text] “Hey….hey. hEY. HEY. HAEY. HeyY!” [text] “I got this weird package in the mail and when I opened it it was some sex toy. I never ordered this.” [text] “Let’s go to the strip club.” [text] “wanna hook up?” [text] “I wanna be in the D-D-DANGER ZONE!” [text] “Shut. Up.”

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♦3kwon liked for a starter

     Minjae’s been finding himself in Boa’s apartment a lot lately, a fact that’s a little alarming to say the least, but not one he’s particularly surprised about. She’s fun to be around -- a little too fun at times, but he sort of needs that boost every so often. She’s lively, dauntless, flirtatious (again, another trait Minjae could do with a little less of, but he’s not going to hold it against her), and generally a bad influence. 

     Naturally, Minjae loves her.

     He’s got a cigarette between his pinky and ring finger, the rest of his digits clutching at a can of Diet Coke (her offer of tequila had been answered with a wrinkled nose and a grimace) as he exhales smoke out of her fourth floor window, into the Seoul sky. 

     He taps the end of the cigarette against the ashtray, the embers falling into the basin. They’ve both been quiet so far, an anomaly in itself, and Minjae’s starting to get antsy in the silence.

     “So, when are you going to take me to one of those clubs of yours?”

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;; hey, like this post for a starter (para/novella)! i’m super bored tonight && need new interactions! 

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♦ pre·ten·tious — minjae & so-hyun

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         There was something about this guy that So-hyun couldn’t comprehend but she chose to dismiss it at the end. “Have you read that book?” So-hyun inquired casually as she placed the book on the side table, making a mental note to take it along with her once the conversation ends. As the male answered her question, she nodded intently as she listened. “Ah right, I really love the books here and the atmosphere, it’s really cozy and empty.” She added the last bit after a brief pause. 

“The Sentimentalists?” he asks, cocking an eyebrow, lips pulling up into a grin, “Yeah, I’ve read it. A couple of years ago.”

He looks around at the shelves, the yellowed lighting that gave the whole place a cozy, homey feel. 

“Yeah, it’s really beautiful in here. It’s one of the quieter places in this city.”

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Crazy night ahead or-?||Minjae & Jackson

differentbutsuperior:

 Jackson chuckled and rolled his eyes, easily letting the basket be taken from him. “What else do you have to get?” He asked, trying to sound non-chalant and not like he was trying to lengthen their time together.

 “Really? I hate it. I can’t ever become a real teacher so I’m stuck teaching rich kids whose mother orders me around like a butler.” He huffed, a fair bit of frustration obviously pent up. “What do you do?” He asked, immediately recognizing his mistake of talking about himself. He liked where this was going and he did not want to mess it up with this fairy lights cutie over being cranky. “I’d guess student but you’re not buying cheap packs of ramen so student with rich family?”

   Minjae looked up, thinking. “Uh, dishwasher detergent, cream, and…” he paused, trying to remember, still not sure why he was telling Jackson all of this, letting a virtual stranger lead him around the grocery store like a lost puppy, “— oh, yeah, I need AA batteries.”

   “I’m an author,” he said, gaze turned towards the isle, looking up and down the stacks of processed food. “And I’m in school. I’m a creative writing major.”

   Tearing his eyes away from the shelves, he tilted his head in Jackson’s direction, “If you hate it so much, why don’t you just become a teacher, then?"

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Crazy night ahead or-?||Minjae & Jackson

differentbutsuperior:

 Jackson had gotten the reaction he wanted. Defensive. Sensing the other was probably regretted his choice of words, he was not able to go back now. “Alright. Privacy. I get it. Whatever you do with your tissues is completely up to you and now that I think about it, I probably don’t want to know.”

 Jackson’s eyes locked with Minjae’s and he stayed silent for a few seconds while his carefully planned out his next course of action. Would kissing him with intentions to sophistication bison banter and maybe get a number be way out of order? Probably.

 He moved to the side and grabbed Minjae’s basket, pulling his own cart down the isle without sparing the other a glance and assuming he would follow. “I’m a tutor.” He explained, now focusing on stopping the painful pounding in his chest that followed the thought of kissing him.

   Minjae groaned, rolling his eyes, “Gross, you perv. So not what I meant, but glad to see your mind’s in the right place.”

   He chased after Jackson, an indignant noise bubbling up from inside his chest as the other stole away his belongings, “Hey, those are mine!”

   He snatched the basket out of Jackson’s hand, holding it protectively against his side. No one stole his fairy lights and jumbo tissues. And wow, just when he thought he couldn’t sound gayer…

   “A tutor, hm? I shouldn’t be surprised. You’ve got an air of superiority about you that just screams ‘teacher.’"

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Crazy night ahead or-?||Minjae & Jackson

differentbutsuperior:

 The other’s ‘I’m embarrassed but trying to hold it together’ face satisfied Jackson and he moved away with a slightly cocky smirk. “Oh yeah? And what in the world would you need all those tissues for?” He asked, head tilting to the side.

 Specialist? Absolutely not! Jackson hated people who made it favourite past time, eating, complicated. “Im not a specialist. I just- know some stuff… I guess.” He shrugged, playing it cool and collected but inside he was dying of regret. Why would he have turned all nerd on this guy? Why did he have to inform him of all the different kinds of ‘picky people with a cause’? If he wasn’t so arrogant, he probably would have bowed his head and apologised.

   Okay, Minjae really needed Jackson to stop with that smirking thing, because that little pain in his chest from before? Yeah, it’s gotten bigger, and it’s definitely starting to get worrisome. And Minjae doesn’t do this shit, shouldn’t have to deal with this different-kind-of-hunger pang, especially not from a stranger he’d met in the toilet paper isle of the supermarket. It’s like a terrible rom-com and he kind of wants to puke, but at the same time he also wants to jump Jackson and get him to fuck him until Minjae can’t remember his own name.

   And, okay, hello invasive, terribly inappropriate thoughts. How about we don’t do this right now?

   He shoved the tissues into his cart, “And why should I tell you, hm?”

   He mentally kicked himself. Because that doesn’t seem suspicious at all, you asshole.

   Minjae had to admit, as much as he was starting to like know-it-all Jackson, with his arrogant smirk and wild hand gestures, he also couldn’t help but find this almost shy Jackson endearing. Gaining a little confidence, he raised his eyebrows, leaning in a little, teasing, “'Just know some stuff’? You’re awfully eloquent with your words there, Jackson-ssi."

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Crazy night ahead or-?||Minjae & Jackson

differentbutsuperior:

 With a low and husky laugh, he gave the box back. “No need to pout. I had no intentions on stealing your way-too-big box of tissues.” Jackson assured, running a finger through his locks out of habit. “Just thought you might need to learn a bit of gratitude, Minjae.” He teased, leaning down a bit to match his height. And no, he did not just add the others name in there to see what it would sound like rolling off the tongue. Absolutely not. But maybe, just maybe, the other would say his name before they were through. Not that he was waiting with fainted breath tho. No. That wasn’t like him.

 “Depends on the type of vegetarian.” He explained, his tutor voice coming out. Another sign that he was about to ramble was the hands that came up and began moving while he spoke. “Some vegetarians choose to eat fish while others pick and choose what they eat. But there are vegetarians that won’t eat anything from an animal. They differ from vegans because vegans won’t use anything from animals and not just food. If there’s a possibility it has come into some not-so-pleasant contact with an animal, they wont touch it.”

   Jackson's — he plays with the name in his head, drawing it out in slow syllables — laugh sends a jolt of something straight through his chest, leaving him winded, and really, he should not be getting so flustered. It was actually kind of embarrassing.

   “Aish…” he scowled, trying to cover up the blush that was threatening to escape the confines of his collar as the other leaned in closer to him. He clutched the box of tissues to his chest once they were returned. “They’re not way too big. They’re the perfect size for what I need them for.”

   Minjae raised an eyebrow as the other began to ramble on, “Oh, sorry. I didn’t realize I was talking to a specialist here. The way I see it, they’re all just too fucking picky."

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Crazy night ahead or-?||Minjae & Jackson

differentbutsuperior:

 An eyebrow cocked as he listened to the other ramble on about how he didn’t need his help. Jackson found it,though he’d never admit it, rather adorable. “Hmm.” He hummed, taking the box from th others hand and held it high above his head. “Well, maybe we should just put it back so you can get it on your own.” He offered, tilting his head slightly.

 "In his words,he wants to see how different the taste is and, again his words, see if vegetarians really are giving up a lot.“ A sigh left him as the box of tissues remained out of the others reach. “I’m Jackson by the way.” He said before silently having a battle with himself, trying to understand why he had just introduced himself. Perhaps he wanted to know the others name… and maybe see if it matched his adorable nature. But, again, he would never tell anyone of these thoughts.

   “Minjae,” he offered absentmindedly, his sad eyes trained on the box being held ransom above his head, “Please don’t mock me, I’ve worked very hard to be where I am today despite my disadvantages, height-wise.”

   He brought a hand up, reaching, only to drop it to his side. Resistance was futile. This tall, god of a man — and really, he was done with the mythology metaphors, promise — had bested him, and with — god damn it — cheek dimples and all.

   “The only thing they’re really giving up is money from their pocket book,” Minjae says, defeated, crossing his arms over his chest, and yeah, he definitely wasn’t pouting. Lee Minjae, award winning author and occasional public speaker and activist did not pout. “There are about a million substitutes for just about anything these days. Meat is unnecessary, why not just have soy beans and rice instead?” he rolled his eyes, "And it’s vegans that can’t drink milk, not vegetarians, isn’t it?"

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Crazy night ahead or-?||Minjae & Jackson

differentbutsuperior:

 With one look in his cart, Jackson realized he has no right to be judging the male. In fact, he was shocked that the other only chose the pink slippers to point out among the ridiculous amounts of usless junk. “Uh-” A hand rose the rub the back of his neck as his smile of amusement  quickly changed to one of embarrassment.

Why was he embarrassed? He never got embarrassed. What was the point of getting embarrassed in front of strangers when he probably was never going to see them again? What if he wanted to see him again? Of course he didn’t… But what if?

"They’re my roommate’s. It seems I drew the short straw and ended up picking up everything they could possibly need. But hey, if I didn’t come you would still be hanging off that shelf tempting fate.“ A short and soft chuckle left the others lips as he shook his head. “That’s dangerous you know…Next time just ask for help. We don’t want you getting hurt.” Wait. did he care if the other got hurt? No. Why would he. He didn’t even know the guy so there was no way he cared. Nope. “I mean the store would get some pretty bad press if a customer was killed trying to grab tissues.”

 “I would’ve got it eventually,” And even if I didn’t and I died, at least the store would have ample supply of tissues to mop up the mess. He thought morbidly. Minjae wasn’t too sure why he was acting so defensive — it probably had something to do with the fact that this Adonis of a man had maybe caught him literally clinging to a shelf like a needy boyfriend. Okay, yeah. It was definitely that.

 The disturbing part was that he didn’t even know why he was getting so flustered. He wasn’t usually like this — this being the blushing virgin type. He was a twenty-three year old man, for god’s sake. He had a healthy, albeit slightly lacking sex life, had dated guys in the past, had slept with guys in the past, and yet, here he was, naked under the gaze of a man who had met him less than a minute before.

 “I didn’t need any help,” he scoffed, shuffling his words a little awkwardly. Smooth. “I was doing perfectly fine on my own before you showed up. In fact, I was doing great. Fantastic. Absolutely brilliant.”

 Shut up!! The little voice in his head was screaming constantly, high pitched and definitely annoying. Speaking of which, when the hell did his inner monologue start doing aegyo?

 “So I guess the roommate thing explains the three different types of milk, too?” he looked back up, meeting the stranger’s eyes, giving himself a mental high five when he didn’t blush (at least not excessively…) “I have to ask… why three?"