absolute mess

❝ Careful - he's a screamer . ❞

[advxjjong]

WELP i wont do a long sap post about how i’ve been here since day 1 bc i am Exhausted but i will say it’s been a fun ride with all of you putting up with my Messy Drunk Child!!1 im sure ill come back to this muse one day ( or not who knows not me ) but again it was my pleasure 💕

I’ll still be kicking around here and there but if you want to keep in touch feel free to ask for my personal tumblr, my twitter, aim, or skype if you want !! 1

[eggsoskeleton]

*looks in a mirror* you again

[advxjjong]

                         📢 ᴋɪᴍ ᴊᴏɴɢʜʏᴜɴ→ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ: ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ sᴏɴɢs 📢                                                         ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ

one→ holding out for a hero - jennifer saunders

❝ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴍᴇɴ ɢᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴅs? ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴛʜᴇ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛᴡɪsᴇ ʜᴇʀᴄᴜʟᴇs ᴛᴏ ғɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪsɪɴɢ ᴏᴅᴅs?

this is a piece of pure genius-- a musical masterpiece featured in the cinematic goldmine that is about a green ogre and friends. it’s his go-to song for motivation, karaoke, working out, and one of the few english songs he actually knows how to sing. this is the song he whistles ( but if it’s not this song then it’s darude’s sandstorm ). he loves this song dearly, and will not hesitate to sing it at the top of his lungs when given the chance no matter the atmosphere or how inappropriate it might be. he considers this song his eternal anthem, and wants it playing in the background as he is lowered into his grave at his funeral.

two→ push it to the limit - corbin bleu

❝ ᴘᴜsʜ ɪᴛ, ᴘᴜsʜ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴍɪᴛ, ʟɪᴍɪᴛ 'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ɪɴ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴡɪɴ ɪᴛ, ɪɴ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴡɪɴ ɪᴛ - ᴏʜ ʏᴇᴀʜ!

out of the entire song he only knows what two lines in the chorus say. this song is featured on his "Beastmode!” playlist for obvious reasons. he likes to listen to this when he needs a boost of confidence because whatever it is-- a drink, a challenge-- jjong is ready to push it, push it to the limit, limit, because he’s in it to win it, in it to win it, oh yeah.

three→ cheer up - twice

❝ 아 답장을 못해줘서 미안해 친구를 만나느라 sʜʏ sʜʏ sʜʏ

jjong lives for this song. he shamelessly knows almost the entire dance to this song because it’s easy, catchy and adorable. he especially loves to dance to this when he’s been drinking, but honestly he doesn’t need much of a reason to break out into song and dance. 

four→ eternal sunshine - cho kyuhyun

❝ 나는 내 기억을 지울 수있는 방법이 있다면, 내가 무엇을 할 것인가? 때 나는 편안하게 사는 것, 내 눈은 내일 열고의 기억이 없다?

as one of the star songs on his “Ready to Cry™” playlist, eternal sunshine is one of his favorite ballads. he loves the softness of the piano, the absolute velvet that is the singer’s voice. the lyrics especially hit home with him, often bringing him back to thoughts of people he once knew and cherished that have now shoved him out of their lives. at a time, he almost got a part of the lyrics tattooed, but he later thought of it as too sad. ( he couldn’t decide on a place to put it anyway. )

five→ scream - usher

❝ ᴏᴏʜ ʙᴀʙʏ ʙᴀʙʏ, ᴏᴏʜ ʙᴀʙʏ ʙᴀʙʏ, ᴀʜ-ᴏᴏʜ ʙᴀʙʏ ʙᴀʙʏ ᴏᴏʜ ʙᴀʙʏ ʙᴀʙʏ.

this is one of the first songs on his favorite playlist “Scream”, which is a playlist that only features songs that have scream in the title. jjong likes this song bc its super fresh and helps him prep for a roaring good time of club hopping. like 90% of the english songs he listens to, jjong only understands bits and pieces but that doesn’t stop him from passionately mumbling out what he thinks the words are.

[srxjeon-blog]

twitch.

[advxjjong]

advwoohyun:

[ ... ]

woohyun should be nicer. but he’s not—he’s got nothing to gain by doing so. so instead he scowls and he sneers and he watches the other with a pinched expression. he has half the mind to leave and demand a room exchange, but he’s not sure if the foundation will bite. rooms have been changed far too many times, and he’s sure they’re at their wits end with him.

Already, Jonghyun knows that he doesn’t like the other person. A shocking, rare occurrence since the mutant tends to like almost everyone at first. But this guy had a stick shoved so far up his ass Jjong was mildly shocked he was standing so comfortably. He wears his shock at how rude this person was plainly on his face, though it’ll probably translate to the other as a reaction to him reiterating they’re now living together. And the other’s distain towards his plant babies really struck a wrong cord with him.

How could anyone dislike plants?

He stays quiet about it though, pirate jokes dissipating from his mind as he purses his lips and takes a glance around the common area. He’s been living alone for so long he’s practically overrun the entire place with his things. More yoga mats than any one person needs ( because that’s the #1 thing he gets for all the holidays ) almost cover the entirety of the living room floor, bags of potting soil lean up near where his plants reside on the windowsills, the scattered empty liquor bottles, a lone crusty sock-- he supposed it could be a little much to other people.

“It’s for exercise,” he explains, suddenly reluctant to say that he practices yoga where the mats are since he already has a guess at what kind of reaction the other would have. The other makes him uncomfortable, and this realization makes Jonghyun want to leave the other’s presence immediately. “I didn’t get any sort of warning you were moving in,” Jjong finds himself continuing, a hand going up to scratch at the nape of his neck. “If I knew I would’ve cleaned up a bit.” Jjong thanked God that he didn’t do or have anything in the other bedroom, the space in his own bedroom sufficient enough for his crap. It was great that they don’t have to share a bedroom, Jonghyun is realizing as he remembers the empty pizza box half shoved under his bed, the occasional fork, half empty bowl of popcorn-- dear God.

Jjong could only imagine what the other’s reaction would be.

“I’m Jonghyun, by the way,” he tacks on, needing to know the other’s name but half expecting not to get one. 

[srxminji]

fall apart.

[advxjjong]

advtaek:

[ ... ]

“you’re back.” it’s a simple, obvious statement. taekwoon closes the book and sets it on the nightstand, placing his hands on the bed as he pushes his body into a straighter position. he winces a bit at the strain to his muscles—the lack of proper training taking a toll on his body after what feels like forever being bedridden.  “i was wondering if you got distracted. you tend to do that a lot, you know.” he offers a small smile—trying his best to appear to be normal, like he isn’t falling into a hole of self-doubt and loathing.

Jonghyun knew that he didn’t have it as bad as others after the Mansion of Death™ and that was evident after a stern talking from one of Daybreak’s doctors. “Be sure to rest your vocals as much as possible,” they instructed, clearly overworked and stressed. “Have some throat coat if the pain is bothering you and be sure to avoid any alcohol, smoking, and caffeinated drinks.” While he mostly succeeded in following the doctor’s orders ( alcohol was sure one hell of a drug ), it was not difficult to follow them-- considering it hurt like a bitch to talk and his voice was off at God knows where. Physically, there were just a few bandages for the scattered small cuts and his bruises were already starting to yellow. His ears rang just slightly, but he could already tell that they were healing up fine. The only real annoying thing was the bandage for the cut above his eyebrow tended to itch, and his body still ached in some parts. Visibly his neck was alarmingly colorful with bruises, but all in all he was unscathed and perfectly functional aside from his vocals.

It wasn’t like his leg was broken or that he had gone partially deaf.

In the recent weeks he spent most of them practically waiting on Taekwoon’s hand and foot. He can only imagine how painfully boring and terrible it must be to be cooped up in the infirmary for weeks on end-- and judging by the other’s newly bandaged hands, it must be eating away at his mentality. Jonghyun notices the small changes, but never says anything about them. He doesn’t scold Taek for not staying in bed, casted let propped up on a fluffy pillow and all. It wasn’t his place, and the guilt from that night washed through him whenever he thought about it.

Regardless though, he still loved his best friend dearly and a shitty time like Death Mansion™ wasn’t going to scare Jonghyun off that easily. He didn’t have many people to fall back on, and with him being almost loyal to a fault, Jjong was ready to cling to everything the two of them had.

There was one thing slowly eating away at his mind, however. In recent time, Taekwoon learned a lot about Jonghyun’s woes-- the woes he tried so terribly hard to shield away from the world. Yet for whatever unknown reason Taekwoon sought him out and Jjong’s mouth opened and out they came like a gurgling stream. It was more than what Jjong ever wanted to share with the other-- he was certain that basically everyone had it worse than his Daddy issues and lack of volume control.

But it was painfully evident as Jjong was playing over the events before the mansion in his mind that he doesn’t know as Taekwoon as well as he thought.

Did Taekwoon really have it worse? Jonghyun truthfully didn’t know. The taller was always stoic and dealt with Jjong’s intoxicated bullshit like a reluctant angel, yet the only thing the sonic screamer knew about the vigil was that he could throw him out of a window at any moment’s time and that he wasn’t as scary as many people liked to assume upon first glance. He knows little facts about the other-- like physical traits and how he liked his ramen-- but Jjong didn’t know anything of substantial worth. Sure, Jonghyun had a number of stories about their adventures, both good and bad, but there wasn’t really much he knew that most other people wouldn’t know about Taek. Just how did Taekwoon become who he is today? Jonghyun didn’t even know where he was from. He only knows about Taekwoon’s therapy through passing but he never once addressed why. He was always afraid of tipping the other off since Jonghyun knows just how annoying he can be.

Were they really as close as Jonghyun liked to believe they were? The mutant was beggining to doubt it.

Pushing troubling thoughts aside, Jonghyun reenters the room with two fairly large boxes of fried chicken. Doing menial tasks such as getting food wasn’t ever something Jjong minded ( especially since he knows how terrible hospital food can taste and chicken was so much better ). He was wearing a cream turtleneck sweater today-- one with a nice cable knit and brass buttons on the cuffs. It was ridiculously soft and Jonghyun liked it because it was cozy and helped to cover up the majority of his bruises. He was sure Taekwoon noticed his increase on wearing high-necked shirts and scarves, but the latter has yet to make a comment on them.

“With chicken!” His voice is healing still, saying that it’s hoarse is almost too generous as his vocals immediately protest against their use. He ignores the pain, regardless. He shakes the boxes side to side for emphasis, a smile breaking across his face. His stomach rumbled for probably the nth time since he entered the chicken shop and he honestly couldn’t wait to eat them. Juggling the boxes, he sheds his coat and hangs it up nicely before starting his way over. At the latter’s next comment, Jjong’s face twists in protest. “List’n,” he defends, plopping back into his chair next to the latter’s bed, dropping off one box on the tray table attached to the bed as he holds onto the other. 

“I only ended up in Bucheon, once, ok?” He opens the top of his box, and immediately looks for the wad of napkins he swiped from the storefront, only to realize that he left them in his coat’s pocket and ultimately decides that he’s too lazy to get up and get them. He takes a bite of a wing, absolutely starving, then uses it to point at the other as he continues around a mouthful. “You gotta admit though-- those doughnuts were great.” 

[advxjjong]

                                     📢 ᴋɪᴍ ᴊᴏɴɢʜʏᴜɴ→ ᴘʟᴏᴛ ᴄᴀʟʟ! 📢

whaddup kids so before the next event comes and destroys us all i want to have a few more connections/plots established and i cant remember who i was plotting with before i went ghost ( if we were pls kick me i have the memory of a goldfish ) and so uhh yeah here are some posted below the cut and shoot me a msg if you are interested in any 👍🏻👍🏻 // tw; alcohol, insomnia, and sexual mentions

INSOMNIA COOKIES · HYEJIN! · 1/1

basically jjong doesn’t rly sleep atm and surprise surprise your muse doesn’t either!!1 wow!1! so they are friends bc they hang out and deal with each other and do shit like attempt to bake cookies, or drink, or have an extensional crisis or have a drunk extensional crisis while baking cookies at 3:34 am when most ppl are asleep

BLACKOUT · JINYOUNG! · 1/1

so jjong is basically an alcoholic mess rn and spends most of his nights in such a state and your muse for whatever reason likes to make sure he doesn’t die bless u kind soul u r doing god’s work

GYM RAT · M/F · 0/1

jjong spends a lot of time at the gym. the gym he likes has lots of windows. ur muse likes to watch jjong work out bc jjong never notices. ur muse is a creep. maybe he/she should introduce him/herself or get a hobby

I’LL TAKE YOU TO THE MOON · KIBUM(?) · M/F · 1?/?? 

jjong likes to fuck and apparently this is a common theme among ppl?? wow what a concept. so original. 10/10 would bang ( a/n: this is v flexible bc it can be a fwb thing or a one nighter or smt but basically jjong likes to use sex to also forget his problems so oops  further a/n: will not do with muns who are under legal age double oops )

NAMASTE · KIKO!· 1/1 

jjong’s chillin like a villain doing yoga and your muse wants in so u tap him on the shoulder as he’s in crow pose and scare the shit out of him ( RIP to ur eardrums )

FASHION 411 · VICTORIA(?) · 1?/1

jjong is drunk off his ass ( surprise ) he has a date with the princess of the world and-- oh god is that a tie around his waist???

aND THATS ABOUT ALL I GOT FOLKS THANKS FOR TUNING IN pls lmk if ur interested in this not rly a one-time offer and be sure to tune in next time for “omg did jenna rly make a makeshift plots page/post”! !1!

[moonjjongie]

arguably his best look ever

[yixingadv-blog]

An awkward encounter ‘ kjh & zyx

[advxjjong]

yixingadv:

[ ... ]

“Also…” his words trail off as the letter and box of chocolates are now held out towards the other, “There’s no name on the letter to say who these are from, but here you go.”

Jonghyun tried to keep looking at the bright side of all of this. Even though it wasn’t the person in front of him that the gifts are from-- someone else still made the gifts and things for him. That mystery person could be so blinding and wonderful that they’d wipe Jjong’s memory clear of the person in front of him. However it was still weird-- being delivered an opened letter and box of chocolates from someone who didn’t even make them. It also majorly killed the vibe of this whole thing, with silly him assuming that the male outside of his door was the gifter.

Perhaps the bleach from doing his hair seeped into his brain too.

He blinks once when the other answers his question with ‘yeah’ and until he corrects himself Jjong wonders just what in God’s name is he supposed to do with that reply? He lets out a short laugh when the taller caught onto it. “Co-gender B4?” he echoes in slight amazement, his eyebrows dancing up for a moment. He lets out a low whistle. “Wow they really missed the mark there, huh?” Amazing how people still continue to mess up on simple tasks such as delivering a package to the address that’s clearly written on a label.

At this point there really isn’t anything Jonghyun can say or do. The whole ordeal is unfortunate and it wasn’t like it was Yixing’s fault. He just ended up in the middle of it, which kind of sucked. “It’s fine,” he tells the other with a flash of a smile, trying to blow over this whole ordeal. He takes the letter and chocolates from the other-- suddenly realizing how he forgot that his hands were gross and caked with soil. “It’s nice to meet you-- and-- uhh-- thanks for delivering these.”

[advhongbin-blog]

☘ hide (there’s no exits) ☘

[advxjjong]

advhongbin:

[ ... ]

“You okay, hyung?” Spoken in an alert way, careful as though he was testing the waters for a particular action or response. He doesn’t know what he’s looking for in Jonghyun, but there’s at least something ─ Hongbin supposes he’ll find out what it is soon enough. “Ya look like a wreck.”

( tw– torture mention, mental dissociation, hopelessness, spiders, blood )

One crucial detail Jonghyun has yet to take notice upon the girl was how her control was starting to slip. He was so beaten, so mentally broken that his mind was like goo. Yet, no person nor mutant was perfect and maintaining long-term control of a being was difficult, his rational self would assume ( he had no personal experience with this, obviously ). If he wasn’t so shot by now, Jjong could probably shake off the girl’s control. But Jonghyun was scared and scarred and he his rational mind was trapped in a blender with razor blades and rusty nails. Guilt had sunk his claws in deep into his stomach, paralyzing him from the terrible shit he was inadvertently doing.

He is a wooden puppet on fraying rope, and becoming a real boy was a dying hope.

Jonghyun’s only partly there. His eyes look and see, his body breathes and moves, but he only allows himself to listen. The rest of him hides away in a dark corner, waiting for it to all be over like a bad dream.

Eyes take in the body in front of him, and Jonghyun doesn’t look carefully enough to recognize who it was at first. The girl is happy, overjoyed by his compliance. He had stopped struggling a while ago in hopeless defeat. She has him turn his head at a strange, unnerving angle, a red tongue swiping over a cracked bottom lip. He was currently in front of the exit, making the other figure in the room somewhat of an easy target. Idly, Jonghyun didn’t like the thought, but there wasn’t anything he felt like he could do with at this point.

But then the other speaks, and Jonghyun feels as if he was pushed into freezing cold waters.

He freezes, and is completely shocked when his own body actually follows the motion for a moment, eyes wide as saucers as he stops breathing. He knows this voice– this person. Why is there another person he knows in this god-forsaken place? The other– Hongbin, he remembers in his shattered state– isn’t someone he knows very well, and honestly Jonghyun believes that the other thinks he’s like one of those party-crazed, college-aged Americans. But right at this moment that doesn’t really matter because Jonghyun knows him.  

A moment later the girl’s claws– fangs– are stuck back in the spider lodged at the back of his neck wriggling as it works. Eight tiny legs taptaptap against his skin, causing the hairs to rise as he feels the fangs bite down again. His face twists back into a wretched smile, his limbs hang listlessly next to his body, and his aching muscles scream as he all but creeps forward.

“I’m fiiine,” comes a croak, head cocked at a strange angle. A split lip reopens as lips pull apart even wider causing crimson beads to drip down his chin. “I just need a frieeend.”

[m3rryg4m]

I’m a hopeless bromantic, high five me in the rain, fistbump me gently as the sun sets.

[advxjjong]

rosy cheeks→ kj & sk

[advxjjong]

advkyungil:

[ ... ]

“Park Gyuri,” she offers with a short nod – then she pauses, the other’s name having finally caught up to her against all the other things she’d been considering. “Oh! You’re friends with Minhyuk, aren’t you?” she asks, a smile crossing her lips as she pulls her hand back and settles them in front of her loosely. “He’s mentioned you – at least, I’m guessing that’s you?”

Jonghyun does his best not to stare-- he honestly does. He’s constantly insisting that he is cursed when it comes to making conversation with anyone he finds remotely attractive. Gyuri was absolutely gorgeous-- a creation made by God or whatever popular deity people liked to believe in-- and the sound of her laugh at his shitty joke was enough to probably send him into heaven. He felt closer to God in this moment than he did in probably the last six months and it was all thanks for being blessed with the presence of Park Gyuri.

Not to mention how soft and lovely her hand felt-- Jesus take the wheel.

“Depends-- are the other Kim Jonghyun’s as graceful as I am?” he answers her question with a light self-deprecation joke, pairing it with a snap and finger pistols and a goofier grin. 

At the mention of Minhyuk, Jonghyun’s head cocks to the side, his smile still on his lips as confusion crosses his brows. “He has?” He’s somewhat surprised, figuring that when Minhyuk did talk about him the words ‘drunk’ and ‘wild’ were also mentioned. Jjong fights off the urge to be even more embarrassed, not knowing what prior judgements Gyuri has made about him since it was Minhyuk who talked about him. Since he and Jjong were basically as tight as a woman’s corset in Ye Olden European Days™, there were hundreds of embarrassing stories he could’ve talked about. “He’s my bro,” he says, not knowing exactly how to put it without sounding like a lame frat brother.

“Do you know him?” he ends up asking casually, feeling the itch as if he should know something considering the other clearly knows Minhyuk in some type of way and Minhyuk usually tells Jjong everything. While Jjong can be classified as unobservant, he is a good listener and usually remembers most things he’s told. However, whenever Minhyuk and Jjong are together, a bottle or three of booze is usually not too far away. But that was a tiny detail in the grand scheme of things. 

[advxjjong]

whaddup kids its ur mun who’s gone ghost aka scream boi jjong’s mun here rdy 2 party

I meant to finish writing up this post earlier but?? time got away from me but currently I'm on a plane across the ocean!!!!1!1!1! For study abroad!!1!1 woW!!! that said Even tho I've been ?? god knows where (work hell) I just wanna give u a heads up that I'm alive and on a plane and shit 😎 that said I'm going to mostly be on hiatus until I figure out wtheckie my life is (lololol) I have no idea how thsi post will look iM SO SORRY ID MAKE THIS POST LONGER BUT WERE TAKING OFF ILY

[advxjjong]

i’m blue (da ba dee)→ kj & sk

📢 starter for! @advkyungil 📢 tw-- alcohol, language, depression

The lights in the bar were dim. Jonghyun always thought that having the lighting like this was kind of useless. Don’t bar owners know that it’s hard to read when you’re drunk? How does having barely-there lighting help with that? Currently, Jjong is perched upon a bar stool, having thrown back three drinks already and the night was fairly young. He was at a new bar than his typical because according to his usual spot taking off your shirt when you’re too hot is “alarmingly inappropriate”. So he decided to shun them for a short time as a way to rebel against that dumb claim.

Don’t they know what kind of body he has? Ridiculous. 

Anyway, Jjong was at a new bar because he’s being petty. It’s alright in his opinion-- it has this masculine vibe to it. The bar had a cherry stain to it and the prices were moderate. He usually got discounts at his usual place but since they’re being dumb he’ll just have to deal with this. 

It was pretty crowded for a Thursday night. Jjong might’ve saw a sign about it being “thirsty Thursday” and that must be what brings people in on any day that isn’t a weekend. Jjong had already talked to several people at the bar already, not quite plastered yet but he was certainly making his way there. The girls he talked to were pretty, a couple of them eyeing him up and down since the long-sleeved shirt he was wearing was showing off his physique quite nicely. Not to mention the fashionably ripped black jeans and expensive looking boots he’s practically screaming that he’s made of money vibe ( when he isn’t, but no one needed to know that ). 

He was spacing out now, not noticing that an acquaintance from the foundation sitting next to him. The strangers he was talking to earlier left to go do something moments ago. Jjong promptly forgot what they said they were going to do not even five seconds after they spoke it, but that was fine. He was certain he’d never see them again for the rest of the night. The bartender he spoke to for a little bit was pretty swamped, but he looked to be in a good mood since his shift was ending soon. 

But Jonghyun was on a different world. He was starting to feel the alcohol now, which was shitty since his mind was starting to wonder to the dark corners he’s hidden from the world. A part of him curses himself. He knew he shouldn’t have changed it up and gotten whiskey-- this always happens when he’s drinking whiskey. He has no idea as to why, but he already had plenty of it so far and there wasn’t really much he could do about the glass he was drinking now. Might as well go all in and let the sadness overtake him. 

Go big or go home, right?

[koreantunes]

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[advxjjong]

                  📢 ᴋɪᴍ ᴊᴏɴɢʜʏᴜɴ→ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ: ғʟᴀᴡs + sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs 📢

flaws→ ᴀʙsᴇɴᴛᴍɪɴᴅᴇᴅ | abusive | ᴀᴅᴅɪᴄᴛ | aimless | ᴀʟᴄᴏʜᴏʟɪᴄ | annoying | ᴀɴxɪᴏᴜs | arrogant | audacious | bigmouth | bigot | bitter | blunt | bold | callous | ᴄʟɪɴɢʏ | cocky | close minded | complex | controlling | cruel | cursed | dependent | deranged | dishonest | disloyal | disorderly | ᴅɪsᴛᴜʀʙᴇᴅ | dubious | dyslexic | egotistical | entitled | fanatical | fickle | fierce | finicky | fixated | ғᴏᴏʟɪsʜ | gluttonous | gruff | ɢᴜɪʟᴛʏ | ɢᴜʟʟɪʙʟᴇ | hard | hedonistic | hoity-toity | humorless | hypocritical | hypercritical | idealistic | idiotic | ignorant | immature | impatient | impious | impish | inappropriate | incompetent | indecisive | indifferent | infamy | ɪɴsᴇᴄᴜʀᴇ | intolerant | jealous | judgmental | ᴋʟᴜᴛᴢ | know-it-all | lazy | lewd | ʟᴏᴜᴅ | liar | lustful | malnourished | masochist | meddlesome | meek | megalomanic | ᴍᴇssʏ | ɴᴀɪ̈ᴠᴇ | nervous | nonviolent | nosey | ᴏʙʟɪᴠɪᴏᴜs | obnoxious | obsessive | oppressor | overambitious | overemotional | overprotective | overzealous | pacifist | ᴘᴀʀᴀɴᴏɪᴅ | peevish | perfectionist | pessimist | pest | phobic | predictable | proud | pushy | rebellious | ʀᴇᴄᴋʟᴇss | remorseless | rigorous | sadist | sadomasochist | sarcastic | sceptic | sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛɪᴠᴇ | seducer | selfish | sᴇʟғ-ᴄʀɪᴛɪᴄᴀʟ | self-martyr | self-righteous | senile | sᴇɴsɪᴛɪᴠᴇ | shallow | sᴏғᴛʜᴇᴀᴅᴇᴅ | solemn | spineless | spoiled | squeamish | sᴛᴜʙʙᴏʀɴ | superstitious | tactless | temperamental | ᴛʜᴇᴀᴛʀɪᴄᴀʟ | timid | tongue-tied | troublemaker | ᴜɴʟᴜᴄᴋʏ | unpredictable | untrustworthy | vain | vindictive | whiny | withdrawn | zany

strengths→ accountable | ᴀᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ | ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴏᴜs | allocentric | ambitious | appreciative | ᴀᴛʜʟᴇᴛɪᴄ | attentive | astute | balanced | benevolent | ʙᴏʏɪsʜ | brave | brilliant | calm | candid | capable | ᴄᴀʀɪɴɢ | charming | cheeky | cheerful | clean | confident | ᴄᴏɴsᴄɪᴇɴᴛɪᴏᴜs | ᴄᴏɴsɪᴅᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ | creative | curious | daring | ᴅᴇᴄᴇɴᴛ | decisive | dedicated | determined | diplomatic | directive | disciplined | dynamic | easygoing | efficient | empathetic | energetic | ᴇɴᴛʜᴜsɪᴀsᴛɪᴄ | esthetic | fair | faithful | feminine | ғʟᴇxɪʙʟᴇ | focused | forceful | forgiving | forthright | ғʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ | frugal | generous | gentle | ɢᴏᴏғʏ | graceful | gracious | hardworking | helpful | ʜᴏɴᴇsᴛ | hospitable | ʜᴜᴍʙʟᴇ | ʜᴜᴍᴏʀᴏᴜs | imaginative | independent | innovative | inquisitive | intelligent | jolly | kind | leader | listener | logical | ʟᴏᴠɪɴɢ | ʟᴏʏᴀʟ | lucky | lyrical | masculine | mature | merciful | ᴍᴏᴅᴇsᴛ | networker | nurturing | objective | observant | ᴏᴘᴇɴ-ᴍɪɴᴅᴇᴅ | optimistic | orderly | organized | ᴏᴜᴛɢᴏɪɴɢ | passionate | patient | persuasive | ᴘʟᴀʏғᴜʟ | poised | privileged | protective | prudent | quirky | reflective | ʀᴇʟɪᴀʙʟᴇ | resilient | resourceful | responsible | saucy | self-assured | selfless | sᴇɴsɪᴛɪᴠᴇ | sensual | servant-hearted | skilled | sᴘᴏɴᴛᴀɴᴇᴏᴜs | stable | sᴛᴏɪᴄ | studious | sᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛɪᴠᴇ | talented | ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛғᴜʟ | tolerant | ᴛʀᴀɴsᴄᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ | trustworthy | understanding | undogmatic | urbane | ᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇsᴏᴍᴇ | versatile | ᴠɪɢᴏʀᴏᴜs | warm | willing | wise | ᴡɪᴛᴛʏ | zealous

[advbaekhyun-deactivated20190310]

➟ Angel’s Trumpet

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advbaekhyun:

[ ... ]

He is explaining something to one of the ones who returned to the counter holding a vial with little blue pearls inside. Yet, he notices the man outside the shop through the window. Baekhyun isn’t too sure, but maybe it’s curiosity that moves him; it’s what moves most people and how they end up inside in the first place. The young girls keep him busy with their questions to the point where he is distracted enough that he doesn’t hear the bell chiming again although he spots a new presence in there, from the corner of his eye. He looks back then, takes a look at the male who has just came in and takes a couple of seconds at it before he blinks and then bows his head slightly, in greeting.

Like most people in the world, Jonghyun has had several childhood friendships growing up. For almost all of his life, Jjong has been known to be friendly and outgoing-- not afraid to meet new people and try to get to know them. Throughout grade school he was known to have a plethora of people he’d considered friends, but there were only a select few that were considered good friends.

The main, and probably crucial, difference between good friends and normal friends is that normal friends Jonghyun only saw every once in a while. Good friends are those who Jonghyun spent the majority of his time with. He supposes now, as he reflects upon his terminology, that would probably be better considered as best friends, but in his own world they meant the same. 

Through the mess of his life, Jonghyun remembers one of his childhood friends very clearly despite it all. His name was Baekhyun, and he had piercing blue eyes and was the smarter half of the two. Ever since the first day Jonghyun saw Baekhyun, he was determined to befriend him. Something in smaller self saw that the other could use a friend, and he had found that after lots of persuasion and patience the other was bound to accept his friendly advances. And Baekhyun did, and thus started their beautiful childhood adventures that were mostly spurred on Jonghyun’s imaginative impulses. Yet one day the other quite literally fell off the face of the planet, which only lead to Jonghyun’s first taste of true heartbreak. He has no idea what happened and supposes he never will, but he keeps his memory of his childhood buddy in a light mood. To this day he occasionally brings up on how he knows a “blue-eyed Korean” like the other was a rare Yugioh card. While there are other adventures he will touch upon if prompted, Jonghyun nowadays does not like to spend a lot of time reminiscing in the past.

His past was particularly painful-- especially the last few years-- and he’d rather not talk much about it. 

Jonghyun is exploring Incheon, wondering what gems are hidden in the streets of the city despite him having been living in it for quite some time now. There’s always something to miss while roaming around. He passes a donut shop and a couple of handmade jewelry stores but nothing really catches his interest enough to prompt him inside ( although the donut shop was very close to doing so ). After about an hour of wondering around the city, Jonghyun stumbles upon a shop type he doesn’t know how to pronounce. Regardless the last time he’s been in this type of herb shop was college, and being a plant lover himself, there was definitely no way he was passing this without seeing what it was all about.

 He steps into the store and he’s bombarded with a funny feeling. It wasn’t because of the atmosphere ( he found the atmosphere kind of homey, in a way ) but rather it was from the people in the shop. Of the few people here, there were only two schoolgirls and the male employee that clearly has his hands filled with the girls’ questions. The other male was so familiar from what he could see that Jonghyun almost stopped to openly stare. Instead of doing that, of course, he let his eyes feast on the wonders that this shop had. There were little bottles and the earthy scent was so intoxicating Jonghyun wanted to bathe in it. Curious fingers pick up a small bottle with what looks what could be lavender in it just to touch it and look at it closely-- much like a child. He puts it back and can’t help but look at the eerily familiar male again just as the other turns enough to bow in greeting.

And that was all Jonghyun needed before it clicked.

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