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Kim Jongin : 22 : Ability: Shadow Manipulation Rock Climbing Instructor + Hiking Guide

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so this thing called urf happened, which was why i was absent, but now I’ll be a good girl and do my replies tonight. 

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plots - all of the things written below are a starting point we’d probably have to plot more around :)

firetruck - Anyone stubborn 

They’re friends. Just friends, but their relationship confuses everyone around them into thinking that they’re more. These two stubborn kids refuse to back down from a challenge, doing their best to make the other feel uncomfortable with a barrage of dirty jokes, flirting, and inappropriate touching, trying to get the other to say ‘firetruck’ and admit defeat. 

Fears 

Someone asks Jongin if there’s something he’s afraid of, and they might get frustrated at some of the responses he comes up with at first, but they do uncover some real things that maybe only Jongin would be afraid of.

Just doing my job 

So Jongin’s rock climbing jobs involves him to be pretty touchy some times, and you’re not exactly a star student. Which is maybe why you get a lot of mix ( maybe creepy ) vibes from his motivational messages, and his hand placements when pushing you forward. 

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toxic

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Nostalgia is a disgusting feeling. Whatever pleasure that’s gained from remembering, is quickly dissipated once the realization of what was lost hits. Jongin hated it, and himself for being too weak not to succumb to it from time to time. Tonight was one of those times, finding himself at their place. He still mentally referred to it as theirs, when really he became the lone king of the jungle gym, night after night that she didn’t show. Their place was a small playground, consisting only of a slide, some monkey bars, two swings, and a snake tunnel. It was also only guarded by a small wire fence, easily jumped over to get in, and out in case the night watch rolled by.

Whatever was magical about this place in the past was lost, but that didn’t stop the existing hope in Jongin from believing he could find something by being here when he was missing her. Like maybe she left him a note here since she couldn’t reach him, buried under the wood chips, or a secret message written in sharpie under the slide. Jongin had to admit that he had called all the numbers scrawled into structure, getting some questionable ones in the process. Even now he gave the place a look around for that exact thing, finding nothing interesting seemed to be around until he gave a quick peek inside the snake tunnel and saw another dark figure inside.

“Oh, shit sorry” he called after standing up really quickly, feeling awkward to know that he wasn’t alone all this time. He contemplated leaving now, regretting that he even made the journey.    

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careful what you hex for

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Jongin worked two jobs to support himself, and both were pretty lenient with him. As long as he showed up on time, did his thing, and had no complaints he wasn’t expected to lose his job anytime soon. However company dinners were ‘recommended’ and showing up in his actual work attire, as comfortable as he was in spandex, was pretty frowned upon. So he was suit and tie for the event, but didn’t mean much else about him was proper. By the end of the night he had his whole table of workmates cheering, “chug chug chug!” in the middle of a traditional restaurant. Unfortunately, he didn’t remember much after that and woke up on a bus bench, wiping the saliva that dripped out of his mouth with the back of his hand. Later he’d find out that his co-workers did order him a cab, but he never woke up to give a location, so they ditched him that.

When realization shocked him out of his sleeping daze, he patted himself down until he found his wallet, safely secured in his breast pocket, and let out a relieved sigh. A big digital clock alerted him that it was 8am, work didn’t start for another 4 hours, and his stomach started yelling at him for not feeding it anything. “Shut up you,” he said to it, giving it a nice little rub, “how does coffee sound?” Coffee came to mind because it was close, and he wasn’t confident he could even make it any farther than that. After ordering he took a seat in the back, away from the sun, and straightened his tie a little. He’d make a plan to get home later, when his whole body wasn’t regretting last night.

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