wonderland.

n. the unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat, whose tenuous muscular throbbing feels like a nervous beat your heart is tapping to itself, as if to casually remind the world, i’m here, i’m here, i'm here.

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solace.

@avtnero

junhong can’t breathe.

he can’t believe his luck– to be caught up in this on a day he hadn’t bothered to cover up properly after leaving practice. his hands are exposed, his arms, his neck– sweat breaks out on his forehead as he stays as far away from people as possible, dodging and weaving through the crowd agilely with as much grace as he could.

he didn’t want any part of this.

the moment someone brushes up against his side in the crowd, in the panic, he gasps the moment the other does and he ducks through the throng of people, risking a few bumps here and there just until he makes it through to a clear area. his breathing is heavy, eyes wide in panic and his breaths get shorter and shorter as he leans against a brick wall at the side of an alley. his entire body trembles, senses overloading as his eyes dart from side to side. the yelling, the pushing, the signs waving in the air–

everything is blurry.

his hands are shaking as he holds his phone to his ear, dialing the first number he thinks of– the one person he needs.

“h-hello? seung…seungyoun– i’m outside town hall, are you nearby, please tell me you’re nearby–”

[bombshellblck]

they decided it best if he didn’t come into training today.

seungyoun rests his cheek on his table, eyes dull as they watch the scene unfold on the television screen - he’s wondering what the point of all of this is.  why there are shouts and why people who are always going to be unhappy with something start fights that they cannot win.  this is going to go nowhere; people shun everyone who is different.  

he wants to turn the television off, but there’s nothing else to do.  a riot isn’t his place and he knows better than to even think of going there with malcontent on his mind.  seungyoun thinks more than he would admit about his future.  he thinks about the things that netizens would write about him if they found out he was one of the people involved.

entertaining the thought to at least stave off some of his boredom, seungyoun groans when his phone starts to vibrate.  he wonders if it’s yg, telling him to stay at home and to make sure to stay at home.  maybe his brother calling to ask if he’s all right.  but one look at the caller id has him brightening up, because it isn’t either of the two - it’s junhong, and seungyoun thinks that maybe, his day might clear up after all.

until he answers and hears the panic on the other end.

seungyoun’s already grabbing two jackets - one for himself, and one to wrap junhong in when he sees him.  it’s like he can already see the problem without junhong explaining it, but there’s an unsettling, aggravated feeling resting somewhere in his gut.  “ what do you think you’re doing there -” he spits out, hanging the extra jacket over his arm after shrugging into his own. “ i’m on my way.  try to find an alley or something to hide in.”

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in normal circumstances, junhong would’ve winced or flinched at the venom in seungyoun’s voice, even if he knew it was simply out of worry. but he doesn’t, eyes wide and teeth worrying indents into his lower lip as he hugs himself protectively, leaning as close to the harsh brick wall as possible. “i-- i am. i’m in an alley close by.”

his eyes are darting around, all of his nerves on edge, his paranoia at an all time high. his breath catches in his throat at the sound of loud footsteps, and he presses himself against the bricks, ignoring the way they dig into his back as he stares at the opening-- watching shadow after shadow run by.

“i...i’m sorry,” junhong mutters into the phone to keep himself busy, though his head is spinning. “i left really early this m-morning, i didn’t know this was happening.” he’s close to crying, his voice cracking as a shaky hand cards through his hair. “sorry-- sorry,” he slides down the wall roughly, sitting quietly as he bites his lip.

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solace.

@avtnero

junhong can’t breathe.

he can’t believe his luck-- to be caught up in this on a day he hadn’t bothered to cover up properly after leaving practice. his hands are exposed, his arms, his neck-- sweat breaks out on his forehead as he stays as far away from people as possible, dodging and weaving through the crowd agilely with as much grace as he could.

he didn’t want any part of this.

the moment someone brushes up against his side in the crowd, in the panic, he gasps the moment the other does and he ducks through the throng of people, risking a few bumps here and there just until he makes it through to a clear area. his breathing is heavy, eyes wide in panic and his breaths get shorter and shorter as he leans against a brick wall at the side of an alley. his entire body trembles, senses overloading as his eyes dart from side to side. the yelling, the pushing, the signs waving in the air--

everything is blurry.

his hands are shaking as he holds his phone to his ear, dialing the first number he thinks of-- the one person he needs.

“h-hello? seung...seungyoun-- i’m outside town hall, are you nearby, please tell me you’re nearby--”

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risks.

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avtnero:

he pretends his muscles ache, but they don’t.  he pretends a lot of things with smiles on his lips, with bared teeth, with smirks and raises of his brow. seungyoun lives a life pretending, but no one in his company needs to know the extent of it.  no one needs to know just how much he hides.

maybe it’s the fact that he’s a mutant or .. something, that keeps his body at the ready, always.  it takes him longer to get tired, longer to sprawl out onto the floor; pretend, smile, pretend.  his trainers always tell him that he’s such a good worker, a model trainee - he laps up their praises and sings them in songs, writes them in lyrics, bleeds them in his sweat when he dances.  yes, he will catch their eyes.

this is what he’s living for now, after all.

but time comes when even he feels tired - perhaps, not in body, but in heart.  his feels heavy, all the time; it is a stone of memory that beats against the wall of his chest and threatens its escape.  and still, seungyoun pretends.  still, seungyoun smiles with curled lips and side eyed glances, hands shoved in his pockets and pushing open doors until he finds what - or who - he’s looking for.

choi junhong is a pretty picture, his back hunched as he drinks water like he hasn’t had any in weeks.  and still, seungyoun’s lip is curled but his heart is healed just for a moment - in this moment, he pretends he really is tired.  quick feet take him to junhong’s lap before he can scramble away because seungyoun knows he’ll shy away, like he always does from everyone.  but seungyoun is different. junhong is different.

they were made for each other.

he laughs when his head hits junhong’s thigh, maybe not soft or that comfortable but enough to rest his eyes.  “ correction: it’d be dangerous for anyone but me.”  he opens one eye with a sly grin, reaching up to touch the bare skin of junhong’s cheek - anyone else who would do this would suffer. seungyoun knows.  anyone else but him.  after he pats junhong’s cheek one time, two, he shifts his body and closes his eyes again. “ quit your whining, choi, i just want to take a nap for a minute.”

junhong looks down at him with pursed lips and narrowed eyes swimming with worry. his hands are planted firmly on the ground and his body is tense-- he doesn’t dare move. they’ve been proven time and time again that his power really is void against seungyoun-- but junhong is not consoled because he can’t wrap his mind around this fact.

he begrudgingly nods his head, but he can’t shake the thoughts of what if. he doesn’t know what he’ll do if one day all of a sudden, he is suddenly able to hurt this kid that he cares about. he doesn’t dare believe it completely. “what if it’s just a fluke--” he worries, hands tugging at a loose string in his joggers absentmindedly, fidgeting restlessly. “i just want to be careful,” he pouts and leans back on his hands again.

the pink haired boy sighs and relents, relaxing only just slightly-- posture still stiff but he doesn’t try and shrug seungyoun off of him. “how was practice?” he asks quietly, attempting to take his mind off of the instinctive flight response that happens when he is in close contact with anyone at all.

secretly, junhong cherishes the times like these where he is able to feel normal.

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sorry, yes sorry.

@avttae

junhong was enthralled. he’d been taking the long way home from practice because it was a nice, cool late summer evening and he liked the fresh air. or, as fresh as air in the polluted city of seoul could get. he’d slowed down when passing by a smaller side alley, not terribly shady but not one you’d want to wander into late at night either. there’s a group of mostly men, hovered around what seems to be a makeshift table. they’re holding cards and there are chips laid out before them-- and junhong realizes he’d stumbled upon a poker game.

interested in things like this, he hovers with the small crowd gathered around, easily watching from the far back, thanks to his tall stature. he has nothing else to do, so he watches and observes quietly until the game ends, and one boy who looks about his age walks away victorious as the rest of the older men shoot death glares and curse under their breath.

intrigued, he follows the other boy as he leaves the alley. his mind is racing, mostly filled with thoughts of how to approach the male and ask some questions purely for the sake of his own curiosity, mainly whoa how do you play like that how are you so confident can you teach me but then his thought train takes a sharp left as his footsteps slow because he realizes trailing after a stranger is probably suspicious. his steps slow, but just as he opens his mouth his foot catches on some uneven gravel and he’s falling forward.

as tall as he is with his gawky long limbs, it just so happens that the closest object (person) to steady himself is the unsuspecting, poor male in front of him that junhong honestly just wanted to talk to. before he could realize his slip up, he’d already grabbed onto the man’s arm to pull himself back up, legs stumbling and feet tripping over themselves as he attempts to pull himself into an upright position. by the time he’s managed to do all this-- he can hear wheezing, can feel the flesh under his fingers losing warmth and he lets go with a small yelp, hands up, palms out beside his head in alarm like he’s about to be arrested.

“oh my god, i’m so sorry i didn’t mean to do that i honestly just wanted to talk to you because you really looked cool back there please don’t scream or call the cops i--” his mouth is rambling on as always when he’s panicked. he only stops when something strange happens-- his hand reaches out for the male like he wants to help, but the moment his fingers twitch, the deck of cards in the stranger’s weakened hand flies out and scatters around them. he blinks in surprise, looking at the scattered deck. he moves again, raising his hand higher and startling when some of the fallen cards fly up abruptly and stick themselves in the brick wall. two and two clicks in his head and his mouth falls open in a surprised ‘o’.

“...you’re a mutant too??”

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posting today: starter for @avttae

writing starters for: @avtdowoon, @avtyixing, @avtjay, @avtbullseye, @avtjaehyun, @avtrose, @avtchan, @avtjaewon

replying to: @avtnero

sorry i didn’t get around to it individually but welcome welcome to all the newcomers!! i would love to plot with you all so pls don’t hesitate to message me OR if u r shy u can LIKE this and i will pop up in ur messages with plotting ideas or smth.

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risks.

@avtnero

junhong falls to the floor, head hitting the scuffed wood with a dull thud as he spreads his arms and legs out like a starfish. his faded pink hair fans out around his head like a halo as he catches his breath. the studio had cleared out long before, the other dancers finished for the day. he’d stayed after to session out by himself, the long sleeve he usually wore discarded.

he only dares to wear short sleeves when no one else is around-- when he knows no one else will be using this practice room. he sighs softly as he fumbles for his water bottle blindly, somewhere off to the side. he sits up, gulping the water down without a break-- until he nearly chokes on it when the door clicks open. he’s flailing around for his hoodie in panic.

the newcomer plops down right in front of him, head falling onto his thigh without a care in the world. junhong freezes in horror before he finally sees who it is-- he lets out a breath he’d been holding, but his posture remains tense. “seungyoun,” he says almost sternly, not moving an inch.

“that’s dangerous,” he complains.

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writing starters for: @avtnero, @avttae

pls like this for a random starter as i’m writing them rn! ^^ if i can’t think of something looking over your muse’s info it might be suuuuuper random and if i think of a plot idea i’ll hit u up first to talk about it before i write the starter but other than that- if you like this i will write you a starter! ^^ tank u.

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hello!! eevee here with my tol son, junhong. this muse holds a special place in my heart, so i really hope to get lots of plots and stuff going for him ; v ; i have most of his pages set up if you’d like to give those a looksee!

profile. background (history). plots (in progress!).

if any plots catch your eye, pls pls feel free to let me know!! ^^ i’ve included some facts about this tree under the cut. ALSO if you give this a like, a wild pokemon will appear in ur msgs for plots! (u can also add me on twitter @hopipuffs i am p active there!)  i look forward to rping with you all tank you <3

he is a tree. no rly he is long and lanky and has too much leg for his own good bc he trips a lot

he wears gloves at all time bc he’s scared of accidentally killing someone-- but he will forget occasionally in which case he walks around, very jittery like someone is after him. always on edge. panicked screeching.

he’s very bubbly and if you know him well enough, he can very possibly talk your ear off

v passionate about the things he likes

he is a freelance backup dancer-- if u saw a giant on television dancing behind ur oppas in clothing that attempts to make him stand out less- it was prbly him

he is a uni student, studying skateboardology (jk, he studies design)

you will never see him without his penny board. ever.

occasionally, you will see him without his dog. but not often, he takes him everywhere bc he loves him too much. if you see a ball of fluff poking out of his duffel-- it’s mochii.

he has a huge sweet tooth.

he rly needs a training partner bc he can’t control his powers very well but-- he can’t seem to find someone willing to let him steal their powers, even temporarily. it may be the fact that you know-- they’ll be in immense pain when he touches them but. he still holds out hope.

a fluffball, like his dog.

a happy marshmallow with a sad past but a happy marshmallow nonetheless

[95z]

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