cresomania

Jason Jang. twenty three. australian-korean. cheonguk apt 607 single & straight. ask for aim. nsfw 18+ tracking url roleplay only alternate universe please read

[cominah-blog]

▬ ❝ muddled ❞

[cominah-blog]

Involuntarily, Minah narrowed her eyes at the stranger before her, not because of his quick and dismissive response or the less than subtle roll of his eyes, but because a vague feeling of familiarity swept over her, as if she’d seen him somewhere before. She would have brushed it off as having seen him around the complex, but after he confirmed that he was a new tenant and that he had just moved in the day before, she ruled it out. Even if she had seen him once or twice as he was moving in, it wasn’t enough for her store him in her memory, or to feel the amount of familiarity that was building in her stomach. A faint hum sounded in her throat over the curiosity of it all, but she made no attempt to try and discover the reasoning behind the growing suspicion that he knew him from somewhere, simply because he didn’t seem to be in much of a good mood. Instead, she continued on with the subject at hand—that he was new and she hadn’t greeted him yet.

"Welcome to the complex, then," she said before dipping into a bow in greeting, straightening out again with a welcoming smile. "I’m Bang Minah, up in apartment 530. If you ever need help or company, I’d be more than willing to supply either!" Her words of hospitality slid off her tongue easily, having been rehearsed over and over to each new tenant, with the same amount of sincerity each time. However, she got the feeling that her offer would go untaken due to his seemingly pretentious nature. Still, in hopes that she’d just caught him on an off day and he wasn’t like this all of the time, she offered her hand for a shake, hoping he wouldn’t awkwardly leave her hanging.

[cresomania]

"Bang Minah?" A heavy hit of memories came to him like a strong gust of wind, the name was more than familiar and her features came into recognition as his eyes widened slightly. "As in Bang Minah the daughter of the architectural tycoon?" He leered forward, eyes narrowing slightly as if it would help him recognise her better. If it was the Minah he thought she was, it would be quite the surprise. After all, since his grandmother's right hand man had updated him about the business world, he always thought that he'd never see the girl again. It was something that relieved him, glad that he wouldn't really be forced into some romance with a girl just for business' sake. Besides, he wasn't living in some Korean drama and it had been a thought that lingered in his mind while studying abroad.

Glancing down at the girl's hand, he takes it in his with his forehead still creased and examining her as if she were some extinct species. "Just moved in to 607, uh thanks." He replies bluntly, as he gave her hand a firm shake. A handshake said a lot about a business man, and he had always put the right amount of pressure into his grip, assuming his position of power but never enough to cause any pain. Tossing away the idea of small talk, he pulls his hand away and wipes it against the side of his pants out of pure habit (most of his colleagues in Australia had greasy hands). "Call me Jason, though I'm not sure if you remember me.. I used to go by Jang Hanbyul." He raised a brow, hoping he hadn't made a fool of himself to a stranger, a small flicker of hope that this was the daughter of the business tycoon he had met years ago as a small child. Though she was out of the business, her family could be his path into his financial career.

[minaponn-blog]

Well who wouldn’t look better with longer legs, but you just have to work with what you have? {/she just laughs, ignoring the mild insult she can hear in the words, never mind if he meant them to be there or not} Nothing-at-all-oppa, then— {/laughs some more, her tone playful and teasing} Hmm.. {/she’s a little confused with his words and she just nods along at first before she can ask any questions} How do you mean? Homeless shelter? Executive manager, wait what? {/chuckles and scratches her cheek; all that she knows is that he was back from Australia—no one had given her any information as to what he had been up to while living abroad, nor was she updated as to why he was even back in the first place} Maybe we should update each other about how we’ve been first? {/smiles} Like, are you back in Korea for good?

[cresomania]

Hm, true. {`he purses his lips to the side with her comment, cringing slightly.} Pfft, you're a brat, y'know. You really haven't changed much at all. {`he just lets out a small chuckle before letting out a thoughtful hum, nodding.} Yeah, I'm back for good. I'm not sure how much you know, but since you told me you haven't been in contact with Granny.. {`tapping his chin, wondering where to start.} She sent me to Australia to study, though I'm not sure why since she won't even let me into the company. She put me in a job at the homeless shelter, managing that wreck of a place. {`he grumbles something about the 'old hag' under his breath, bringing a hand up to massage his temples, he glances back to the girl.} What about you though, how's things goin' for you? You still in school? {`her age escapes him for a moment, leaning back slightly with furrowed brows.} High school?

[ssongjitsu-deactivated20160405]

Well the fact that I’m Shin Yoonjo and there’s no other Yoonjo’s that I know of.. so I think that in itself makes me a hell of a lot different. (/she nods with confidence exuding her features—a smile widening on her face) Hm, suit yourself but it’s going to get lonely if you don’t. Are you a coffee kind of guy?

[cresomania]

Fair enough, you are the first Yoonjo I've met, so can't argue with you there. {`rather unimpressed, he raises his shoulders in a mere shrug.} Possibly, but it's something I've gotten used to over the years so I'd rather be alone than be with unwanted company. {`he pauses at her question, giving a slight nod.} 'Course. You know any good places 'round here? I tried the one around the corner and it was shit.

[minaponn-blog]

Stop— {/laughs} I know that, but there are perks to being petite, okay? It’s really not so bad, I’m used to my size, I’m done wishing for longer legs— {/laughs some more and playfully sticks her tongue out at her old, childhood friend} Ah no, honestly— {/she shakes her head} I don’t think unnie keeps contact with your grandmother, really. She was pretty surprised when she received the call, at least that’s what she told me. I guess your grandmother really does have her ways. {/her smile grows wider as she watches the other slowly remember the same memory she’s been talking about} Ah yes, see! {/laughs} I remember a lot of the big event stuff from when we were kids—I guess seeing your sister get married so young is one of them big ones. {/grins, and continues to laugh some more} Brother-in-law.

[cresomania]

{`he laughs, glancing down to her legs without hesitation and nods.} You'd look a lot better with 'em though. {`he responds casually, before leaning back into the cushions, humming softly at the thought of meeting his childhood crush once again.} I see. Well, the old lady wants to step into every little thing I do. Y'know I'm stuck as some loser at a homeless shelter when I have the qualifications to become an Executive manager. It's like she sent me away for nothin'. {`he picks at the fabric of a pillow with hatred in his eyes, grumbling to himself.} Yah, call me Jason or nothin' at all. {`he narrows his eyes at her when he hears the title, pointing to the door. He was ashamed to admit that the title sounded rather endearing coming from her, he'd always seen her as a younger sister of sorts but that was more than ten years ago and while it seemed she hadn't changed the slightest, Jason had only been chatting with her for mere minutes. Who knows what sort of person Mina had become.} 

[ssongjitsu-deactivated20160405]

Jason. Well no, they aren’t since I’d like to think I’m rather one of a kind.. (/she used air quotes) “not like other girls” if you want to say that. (/her arms dropped to her side again as she shrugged her shoulders) I do however know two boys you might like to meet, they’d get a kick out of you I think. I know I am and it’s only been about thirty seconds.

[cresomania]

Right. {`he answers again, scoffing at her words.} What makes you so different? {`he quirked a brow up slightly as he straightened his posture and cleared his throat.} Well, I've heard I'm a charmer before, if that's what you mean. I haven't got much interest in meeting people though, so thanks but no thanks.

[ssongjitsu-deactivated20160405]

(/she looks to the side with her arms folded across her chest, arching her eyebrow) Well that could go two ways, judging on the fact that what I just said was a joke so.. take it how you will. (/sighs heavily) I just came to welcome to you to complex and it’s quite alright for I don’t really blame you. Lucky for me, I don’t need the money anyhow. (/she extends her hand) Shin Yoonjo, room 631. The pleasure is mine.

[cresomania]

Right. {`he responds bluntly, glancing down at the hand and takes it with a curt nod.} Call me Jason. Of course the pleasure's all yours. {`he snickers momentarily before letting the hand go, letting his arms fold over his chest again.} Thanks for the welcome, I guess. Is everyone living in this building going to be like this?

[spiketheforsakensoul]

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[minaponn-blog]

Hey! {/she laughs and shakes her head at the obvious jab after jab regarding her height and tiny frame} She’s taller than me, so there’s that. She’s just a bit over the height requirement though, to be honest, but yeah, at least she’s doing something she really loves. Meanwhile here I am—I’ve only managed to get out of the country for the first time a couple of months ago, to be honest. I’ll give you her contact information though, and if she’s in town we should all do something together. Dinner, maybe. {/laughs some more} Ah don’t you remember getting married? With rings made out of grass blades at that— {/continues laughing, highly amused by her own memories} I’m surprised I even remember so clearly, I was only six!

[cresomania]

But most people are taller than you. {`he blinks a few times, still rather astounded by how small she was in comparison to him. He had grown a lot in his adolescence though he was a small kid when he was younger. There didn't seem to be too much of a height difference back in their childhood years.} Ah, I see. Guess all the height.. gene.. things.. whatever they're called, all went to her. {`he stumbled over his Korean words, the lack of use over the years deteriorating his vocabulary.} Nah, that's alright. If she still talks to the old lady then there ain't much I have to say to her. {`he raises a brow, looking over the girl for a moment in complete confusion, his head cocking to a side while his upper lip pulled up.} Rings out of-- Oh. That.. {`he elicits an amused huff and rolls his eyes.} God, that was a long time ago, you still remember that? {`reaches over to poke the centre of her forehead.} Don't bring up all that, it's embarrassing. {`clearing his throat, he tried his best to hide the smile growing on his lips as the memories came back to him.}

[cominah-blog]

▬ ❝ muddled ❞

It had been a long day at work. As much as she loved working as the assistant fashion editor for the internet magazine, there were days when her tasks were so menial yet so bountiful that she wished she could just magically be promoted from assistant to head, then she could pass on her menial tasks to her own assistant. She supposed it was a by-product of having been raised with everything done for her and not having to worry about the small things, so she’d often talk herself out of her slump, and convince herself that her hard work would eventually pay off. She just wished it would pay off sooner than later.

As she practically stumbled into her apartment building, she let out a satisfied sigh. Not only was it the first place she could say she got on her own, but the complex was filled with now familiar faces, and the general atmosphere was pleasant, as were her fellow tenants. So, as she progressed into the lobby, she added a little hop to her step, but in her momentary state of oblivious bliss, she bumped into another figure (which happened quite often, clumsy as she was). Quick to apologize, she dipped into a bow, coming back up with a sheepish bow, embarrassed chuckles tumbling off her lips. “Sorry,” she breathed, scratching at her cheek abashedly. She looked over the other person, lips forming into a curious pout. “You’re new here, aren’t you?”

[cresomania]

It'd been a couple hours since he'd finished unpacking his things, his clothes scattered over the ground and wires tangled in the corner of the living room. He'd grown bored of his game, after all he had finished it weeks ago and just doing the same thing over and over again gets tedious. If it hadn't been for the fact that his internet connection hadn't been set up properly, Jason wouldn't leave his apartment. But then again, the sound of his stomach grumbling was another sign that he should probably get out and get something to satisfy the beast in his abdomen. He takes a moment to reconsider, since he knew already that the people living in his building seemed overly friendly and while most would see that as a great thing, he was a social hermit and he preferred not to befriend all his neighbors. But there was no negotiating with his stomach, the second round of grumbling coming out even louder.

He dressed quickly, throwing on a navy blazer over his white dress shirt, he fixes his checkered grey bow tie before heading out the door. After all, his motto was dress to impress, whether or not he was going to the nearest convenience store to buy a pack of cup noodles or not. He scans the corridors, glad that they were empty -- he just hated mindless small talk. Having avoided people well enough, he let out a rather loud grunt when the small girl bumped into him. He had been too busy scanning the area to make sure no one would see him. A plan that back fired horribly. "Yo, watch where you're going next time." He rolled his eyes as he set his gaze upon her, her features seeming rather familiar but he couldn't particularly pinpoint them to anyone. "Moved in yesterday, yeah."

[death-by-elocution]

[minaponn-blog]

Petite sounds nicer. {/laughs, pausing briefly before she adds,} …and cuter. {/she takes tentative step through the door of his apartment, eyes curiously going around the room to take in the surroundings before finally settling back on him} Jason. {/she repeats, the name sounding funny and accented coming from her tongue} Alright— {/nods and agrees anyway, smiling before repeating the name once more} Jason-oppa. {/she follows him, and leans against the side of the couch, her eyes automatically wandering again} Have you finished unpacking—you look all settled in, which is a good thing, I guess. Ah, and unnie… {/smiles at the thought of her sister} She’s fine, she lives in Seoul too, but she’s busy. She broke up with her boyfriend recently… {/frowns slightly at the thought of that brief drama, but quickly regains the smile on her face when she dismisses the memory} She’s a flight attendant, so she’s always… yeah. Out and about. {/laughs, an image of a childhood wedding playing out in the playground when she was only 6 years old, he was 9, and her sister was 10} I almost forgot—you’re my brother-in-law!

[cresomania]

So does munchkin. {`he scrunches his features to the centre of his face at the sound of the heavy accent to his English name, letting them soften after her repetition. It sounded rather cute with the suffix and he quite liked hearing that after years spent in a country where he spoke close to no Korean at all.} All unpacked, I didn't have much. Left everything I didn't need in Australia. {`he glances around his rather empty apartment, but nods.} But she's doin' alright now for herself, right? Flight attendant, huh.. {`he smiles slightly as a wave of nostalgia washes over him, remembering clearly the days which he spent playing with the neighborhood kids, Mina's sister was a girl he held the highest in terms of relationships.} She always mentioned she wanted to fly. Ha, who knew. {`he blinks over at the girl again, raising a brow.} But if the genes are similar, did she not grow much either? I mean, don't ya' have to be tall to be a flight attendant? {`his eyes widen at the title, parting his lips in awe.} Woah what? Since when?

[cresomania]

-she approached the male slowly and smiled slightly; Hi. The name is Soojung, but you can call me Krystal if you like, either one works.

{`he stares at her for a moment, analyzing her figure and attire for a moment before pursing his lips, deciding he wasn't in the mood for much social interaction today.} 'S there something you want from me, Krystal?

[cresomania]

yulejo:

Hm, well not specifically no aside from the fact that I was going to ask if your move in went okay. Also if you could lend me $50,000 that'd be pretty helpful as well.

It was fine. {`raises a brow at the bold request, sending a rather disgusted look towards the girl.} Do you think I'm an idiot? I don't lend money out to strangers.

[minaponn-blog]

Mhm, that’s me! {/her eyes light up at finally being recognised and she regards him more carefully than before—they haven’t seen each other in over a decade, not since she was 9 and he was 12, if her memory serves her right, but then Mina always did have a knack for names and faces} My family moved to Seoul around six years ago actually… {/shakes her head} It’s not that we’ve kept proper contact, really, but I guess it’s more like your grandma knew how to contact us, I guess? {/her brows knit, and she gives him an amused, but curious look} Spy? {/laughs and shakes her head once more} Why would I? I guess she just thought it would be nice to have someone welcome you back? I mean that’s what it seemed, I guess. You just got back… right? {/laughs at his obvious jab about her height} It’s called being petite, oppa.

[cresomania]

Petite, midget, same thing right? {`he steps aside to nudge his head towards the door, hoping the gesture was enough to be considered as a welcome into his new home.} By the way, don't call me Hanbyul anymore. Name's Jason now. {`He normally wouldn't usually be so welcoming, but he had always been fond of Mina, and it seemed to him that she hadn't changed at all.} Six years ago, no wonder you've picked up the Seoul accent so nicely. {`pursing his lips as he glances back towards the girl before plopping down on his newly furnished couch, the idea of offering Mina a seat completely escaping him.} Of course. The old hag always has a way. {`rolling his eyes, he set them back towards you with a shrug, leaning his head back to rest against the cushions.} Got back yesterday. Just got everything unpacked so I'm beat. {`closing his eyes as he laid back, he hesitates a moment before peeking out from one eye.} How's Miyoung doin' these days anyway? {`he muttered, his voice almost inaudible as he could feel his cheeks heating up at the thought of his childhood love, quickly raising his arms to stretch out to distract from his faint blush.}

[minaponn-blog]

Uh— {/she blinks her big, brown eyes, and takes a step back to look up at the older, taller male} Ah, I guess you don’t remember me? {/points at herself, a sheepish smile forming on her lips} Mina? Kwon Mina? We used to live down the street from each other? {/laughs awkwardly, a little embarrassed and also somewhat sad and disappointed about not having been remembered} I heard from my sister—I guess she hard from your grandma—that you moved in here?

[cresomania]

{`his eyes travel over her petite figure for a short moment, immediately categorizing her under 'middle class' before meeting her eyes again. As he hears her surname, a spark lights in his mind as well as his eyes, raising his gaze up while his lips curl into a wide grin. He clicks his fingers before pointing an index finger towards the girl, thumb raised as if he were shooting a gun.} Kwon Mina. You live in Seoul now? {`his busan dialect immediate comes pouring out from his lips, his smile fading at the mention of his grandmother.} You lot are still in contact? {`he scoffs, glancing left and right for a moment.} You're not a little spy are you? {`lowers his gaze back to her eyes, a smirk playing on his lips as he noticed their apparently height difference.} Haven't grown much these couple of years, have you?

[downeastandout]

[cresomania]

minstletoes replied to your post:{/double checks the number on the door before knocking on it, and patiently waiting for an answer}

Ah- {/opens her mouth to speak, only to be taken aback by the quiet rudeness; once again she checks the number on the door—yep, right one she was given} Hanbyul-oppa? {/she calls out softly, wondering if maybe some information got mixed up}

{`his eyes widened, quickly reaching his hand to the knob to open the door. No one had called him that name for almost six years now, and this girl who didn't seem familiar at all seemed to know more about him than he had expected. He stood with his arms crossed, leaning against the door frame as he narrows his eyes.} Who are you and why are you calling me {`raises the pitch of his voice slightly as he leered his head forward.} Oppa?