STRENGTH

"He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man." Kim Joon//24//Feral Mind var sc_project=11326990; var sc_invisible=1; var sc_security="69636256"; var scJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://secure." : "http://www."); document.write("");

[arcjoon-blog]

same old blues

[arcjoon-blog]

arcromi:

 “Including you. Have you really gone fifteen days without incident?” she asks, elbow prodding near Joon’s rib cage (and the proximity, physical touch, always made it easier to pick up on thoughts).

Joon debated tightening his grip on the headphone and holding it hostage out of spite, but instead, he settled for letting it go in favor of gripping his chest in mock offense. “Excuse me, are you implying that it’s not an actual accomplishment?” He huffed. Joon was well aware of just how pathetic the number was, but at least he had graduated from counting the minutes all the way to counting the days, that had to count for something.

“You know, you’re right. I should do something to remind them the importance of positive reinforcement,” he mused, letting his head loll to the side to land on her shoulder. The difference in their size put his neck at an bizarre angle that was not particularly comfortable, but that didn’t stop him from leaving it there. “Should I rip their doors off the hinges or break the handles and trap them inside?” He asked genuinely curious as to what her opinion on the matter would be. Both scenarios played out rather nicely in his head, both entertaining in their own right, and it wasn’t as if either would take much effort on his part. Sure, he’d have to pay for the deliberate damages, but when your paychecks went to alcohol, cigarettes, and an abundance of sweatshirts that all looked nearly identical to the last to the untrained eye, it left quite a bit of wiggle room in regards to property damage.

“Well, aren’t you special,” he teased, his head bobbing with the shrug. He knew that was far from the case as far as she was concerned, and he had spent enough time around her that he couldn’t help but agree that having a front row seat to everyone’s thoughts was way more fun in theory than in practice. Joon hated that she had to witness thoughts of his that even he didn’t even want to see, but he hated the idea of staying away from her even more. It was selfish, sure, but Joon had never claimed he wasn’t. Blackmail pizza would taste just as good as reward pizza, he idly thought as she continued.

Her accusation immediately brought to mind an image of a hole in a wall the shape of a fist that had been conveniently hidden behind a bookshelf, and to the best of his knowledge, had yet to be found, but as quickly as he shoved the image aside, he knew she had been quicker. She always was. “Define incident,” he tried in a feeble attempt to slip by on a technicality. “And Make sure they add razor sharp elbows to your resume,” he complained, making not attempts to move away from the assault. “They’re the most deadly thing about you.” She always managed to poke and prod Joon in the most tender spots on his ribs, and he was beginning to wonder if that wasn’t her actual super power.

“So, what are they thinking about me around the ARC these days?” He asked unable to ignore his curiosity. 

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follow the cops back home

[arcjoon-blog]

arcjihoon:

“hey,” he says in way of greeting, bottle in hand, “it’s friday night, we gotta things to do, places to be, you know,” he shrugs, smiles as he places the soju back in its bag. then he rubs one palm against the other as if warming his hands. when he looks up to joon, there’s a smirk playing on his lips. “it’s your turn tonight, you can choose. where do you wanna go?”

Joon still wasn’t sure how it happened, yet here they were. Days and weeks tended to run together in the facility, but you could set a clock by the brief taps Jihoon had the nerve to call knocks that landed on Joon’s door, when he even bothered with a door, every Friday night, and he’d be a liar if he said he didn’t wait for the sound. Two wrongs don’t make a right, but sometimes two negatives cancel each other out to make a positive. Then again, Joon was never very good at math, so maybe it was just pure dumb luck that the pieces all seemed to fall into place between them, maybe it was just fate and a meteor shower. If Joon had place a bet, he’d put his money on booze, but that’s the foundation all of the best friendships were built upon if you asked him.

“Oh, just come on in,” Joon snorted as Jihoon made his way into the door without a moments hesitation and plopped down beside him on the bed. After the meteor shower Joon had found himself becoming territorial over people and things, especially his room and bed, and he couldn’t help but wonder at exactly what point he had stopped considering Jihoon someone in his space and started counting him as part of it. “A fine choice.” Joon gave the bottle in his hand a nod of approval as he shrugged on a sweatshirt that had been hanging on the corner of his bed.

“I’m glad you asked,” Joon beamed rising to his feet. He had never put much thought into traveling, especially after the meteor shower, but hanging out with Jihoon had opened up a whole new world of possibilities, literally, and he hadn’t forgotten it was his turn. “Have you ever been to Vegas?” He grinned, grabbing a hat off his dresser and popping it onto his head with a small nod to quietly confirm that he was ready to go. “I want to piss off the roof of Caesar’s Palace,” he announced as if was a perfectly acceptable aspiration. “Or the tiny Eiffel tower,” he shrugged after a brief pause. He had heard there was a restaurant at the top, but that wouldn’t stop him. “You can choose since you’re the one driving,” he grinned.

[arcjoon-blog]

nothing but trouble

@arcjaeyong

It was probably a bad idea tracking Yong down to one of the training rooms and conveniently blocking his route to the only exit, but bad ideas had never stopped him before, and if anyone at the compound was willing to pick a fight with fear itself it was Joon. He had made a truly valiant effort to avoid confrontation, but unfortunately, that just wasn’t in the cards for Joon. He had never given Yong much thought and their paths rarely crossed due to the nature of their abilities, but as soon as Joon caught his eyes lingering on a certain telepath, Yong had his undivided attention. Yong’s movements felt unnatural and calculating, and Joon did not care for it in the least, especially when they involved Romi. When after nearly a week Joon still couldn’t figure out exactly what he was planning, which unsurprisingly did nothing but frustrate him more, Joon decided to take matters into his own hands.

Maybe it’s the tension in his jaw or the deliberate rhythm of his breathing as he willed himself to stay calm but everyone seems clear the room in record time. Everyone except Yong, who doesn’t seem to pay any mind to the anger growing in Joon’s eyes. He doesn’t waste his time with pleasantries because there is nothing pleasant about the encounter, and he had a sneaking suspicion that Yong wasn’t all too surprised to see him.

“Why have you been watching Romi?” It was more of an accusation than a question, and the look in Joon’s eyes said there was no use in even trying to deny it.

[arcjoon-blog]

same old blues

@arcromi

Joon was confident he could find Romi anywhere, although he still wasn’t entirely sure if that was more of a threat or a promise, but it didn’t require any special abilities to find Romi most of the time, all you had to do was look to the edges of the room. That had been part of the reason Joon was so drawn to her even from the start. She was always at the peripheral, the place that Joon had made home in his months spent desperately trying to gain any semblance of control over himself, and he was finally beginning to trust himself enough to start inching closer to the rest of the world again, but he knew he had to start slow. He had watched her for weeks before he finally convinced himself that she was his safest bet. They didn’t say a word to each other when Joon finally worked up the courage to sit at her table for dinner, but he did find out later that she had heard each and every thought racing through his head ranging from his criticism of her music choice he could hear thrumming away in her headphones to the casual observations of how easily he could hurt everyone in the room, yet she stayed. And by some miracle, she continued to stay until Joon could no longer imagine not seeing her every day.

His feet carried him through the ARC and delivered him to her side without a single thought. He slumped onto the couch beside her leaning his weight against her careful not to crush her but heavy enough to plaster her against the couch and be impossible to ignore, but he still tugged one of her headphones out of her ear just to be certain. “I got my review today,” he announced, twirling the earbud between his fingers. “I have officially gone 15 days without incident.” He had tried to argue that the thing in the cafeteria didn’t count because he technically didn’t start it, but they wouldn’t listen. “However, my request for a framed certificate and a pizza party have been completely ignored.” It may or may not have had to do with the spiteful delivery of said requests, but Joon couldn’t help it. Each and every time they called him into a room to commend or reprimand him he suddenly felt like he was back in school again in the worst possible way.

“What about you?” He asked, tilting his head to get a look at her face. “Should we celebrate or are you just as much of a lost cause as I am?”

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You’ll understand why storms are named after people.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned  (via wordsnquotes)