sunken teeth, hollow breath.

a splinter of your bones as statistics. — kim jongin. xxiii. neuroscience.

[acajongin-blog]

on collision.

a sleepless night renders the day incorporeal for his mind, with his thoughts floating off the sky like an aftermath of rain under the sun. it feels like an endless cycle, this life cluttered with remnants of rest — he is, after all, attending one of the best tertiary educations, and majoring in one of the most difficult subjects at that. back to the reality of decapitated sensing due to staying up for too long, he feels like his feet are not truly attached to the gravity, limbs feeling like gossamer spectres. but at least after this lecture, after this hour, he can return to the safety of his apartment, crashing for the day.

as he makes his way towards the auditorium, however, fate does not fail to trip him. it’s maybe his undone shoelace, it’s maybe his thoughtless clumsiness. all that he knows for sure is that he nearly falls, but he manages to balance himself before he lands face first onto the pavements. his papers, however, are not as fortunate. loose from his grip, they scatter, exploding in pieces. he scurries downward, trying to save himself from the embarrassment, but to no avail. he sighs as he starts collecting the assignments — fortunately already marked with notably good results, so the dirt doesn’t affect them. he’s in the midst of it when someone bends and helps with it, and when he looks up, an unfamiliar face. blushes slightly. “oh,” he starts, taking the papers from her hand. “thank you.”

@acahyeri

[acajongin-blog]

splintered metronome.

here’s to the morning painted white with the afterglow of dawn: he’s a body containing too much caffeine, early intake grown past allowance. at a rate, he’s wondering if the heart palpitation has crossed the benchmark of what’s deemed healthy, but then again it might be less due to the coffee, and more of due to the running that he’s just done. or practically, it was more of a jog — reminding himself just how unfit his stamina has become. then again, he’s imprisoned by the four walls of his bedroom, amidst the upsurge of papers and readings that need to be done. theories learned are theories that he fails to apply on his everyday life. the more that he learns, the further that he gravitates towards the opposite, creating a syndrome of paradoxes. then again, there’s always a sacrifice made for everything, and this is what he’s required to do.

he’s on his way towards the lecture auditorium for the morning, an earliest class of the schedule, when he’s nearly crashing against someone. a tendency to not watch wherever he’s going, as always. he blinks as he narrowly misses the collision, looking up through the haze of his lethargy to find out that it’s a familiar face. junmyeon. “oh, it’s you,” he starts, grinning slightly. calculates the time in his mind; he has a few minutes to spare before the lecture starts. “good morning.”

@acajunmyeon​

[acajongin-blog]

hello, hello! i’m siren, the typist behind jongin here, and i’d love to thank all the sweet welcomes sent my way, first and foremost. secondly, i’m excited to finally finish my struggling med student, and please like this if you’d like to plot so that i can waddle into your im’s! i also have twitter, so if you’d like to be added there, feel free to give me your username, or ask for mine. <3 below the cut is a tl;dr about jongin, and i’m looking forward to roleplaying with you!

was born and raised in an affluent family. his mother was a famous pianist and violinist for seoul orchestra and his father a successful businessman, causing him to be enrolled in many lessons to fulfil expectations from both parties.

as a child, he was interested in law more than both aspirations imposed by his parents. he didn’t exactly know what that was until he was a teenager, but then his mother passed away from her illnesses, causing him to spiral down into misguidance.

he eventually fell into drugs, until his father found out and sent him to a rehab in the united kingdom. he attended school there for a year, before returning to seoul. clean, and determined, he chose another path that correlated with his mother’s passing: medicine.

has always been the whiz kid, he’s smart in class, and made it into the honours roll before he got into neuroscience. outside class, however, he’s sort of awkward, making weird remarks 24/7. his jokes are... peculiar, to say the least. not many people understand that.

a good, loyal friend. he doesn’t talk about his past a lot, focusing on present and future more. he cares, but he shows it in the oddest ways. lives in an apartment close to the campus, purchased around the second year of his bachelor.

doesn’t smoke or drink anymore now, except for very rare instances in social gatherings. might be invited to parties, practically a “social butterfly”... in his own weird and whimsical ways.

[brambled-rose]