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3/∞ one dae at a time
compANY? | kjd & bbh & pcy
[...]
He’s headed for Jongdae’s room before he’s consciously aware of it. He’s cold and miserable, and perhaps a little bit lonely, and so Baekhyun isn’t even all that surprised when he realizes where he’s ended up.
He is a little surprised to see Jongdae already standing in his open doorway.
Baekhyun blinks. “..Am I that predictable?” he hazards, reluctant to even hear the answer.
Groups of friends and strangers chatter up and down the halls on the busy rainy morning. With the dorms open for the rest of the community and warmth and services available to them, Jongdae has gotten used to seeing unfamiliar faces when he steps out of his own little room. The air strains with slight tension (“It really won’t flood right?” “No, that’s kind of hard to do around here...” “The rain is so strong though; I nearly got swept up in it!”) because the unpredictability in an otherwise stable Eden was always lurking around the corners.
Jongdae’s sigh dies in his throat when a pair of shoes stop right in front of him, blinking at their familiar shape and the voice that perks the tips of his ears and his eyebrows slant in curiosity.
“Byun Baekhyun,” his lips curl into a soft grin. “You’re back for more, I see~” His voice nearly purrs at the soft jab into his friend’s ego, stepping back into his doorway. “You coming in?” he then laughs, already turning at the heel so he could fluff up a bit of the cushions to accommodate his guest. “It’s weird seeing you without the Hot Rod,” he comments, already rushing to his fridge to look for something to offer Baekhyun, taking a stab even at their absent friend (but in Jongdae’s defense, Chanyeol was both hot and a rod -- fire mimicry and basically a pole).
hiatus & housekeeping;
Hi everyone! So I’m officially down to 2 more finals assignments, packing/moving, and then I’ll be back (as much as I can be!) to post replies and things.
To the people I owe tags to - Do you still want to keep the thread going? I know how hard it can be to find inspiration again when a scene has been stalled for so long. Please let me know and we can work with it or around it!
I can always write solos to wrap the scenes up so nothing is open ended (: Let me know if you also want to do new plots and stuff! My write page is always open, although I’m looking for more people to engage Jongdae’s gifts with.
compANY? | open
Jongdae hated the cold. It wasn't so much that he liked the heat better, but between the constant uncomfortable tingling in his fingers down to how his shoes feel like ice boxes, Jongdae always felt more frustrated trying to constantly feel warm enough to stand still rather than enjoying the toe-tapping, finger-squeezing, spine-shivering fidgeting he must perform. It's more tiring to constantly be moving compared to standing there sweating without effort in heat and humidity.
The rain also reminded him of feelings of longing, of wanting, of being stuck, and what kind of mood was that to spend his day off? Still, water was fascinating the way it came down from the sky; terrifying in the way it was involved in stories like how gods would flood the world to cleanse it and how similar floods plagued parts of the world to this day.
Jongdae collapses onto his bed, pout soft on his lips as he pulls up his contacts list. Rainy days in could be fun if other people we involved. They could attempt to cook something, play games, order-in -- Anything with food and company sounded good...... But Jongdae's list of people didn't run that long. He's half distracted by a puzzle game he was in the middle of and actually trying to contact people to hang out with. When his eyes start to feel tired, Jongdae rolls out of bed and goes to prop his door open for fresh air and in the hopes that someone might walk by and take a chance to say hello. His hands rest on his hips as he stares down at his make-shift door stopper (Yes, that is a slipper wedged in the small space between the door and the floor; not quite elegant, but it does the job.)
tracker;
replies owed; jiyong, v.
waiting on; the rest! yein, krystal, jet
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[...]
My mom used to say.. “be happy for this moment. this moment is your life.” Kind of simple isn’t it but it’s worked for me I mean you should be happy make happiness for yourself? Haha that doesn’t count you got to have at least one class you prefer above others, what about P.E? ‘V’
Taehyung regarded the request for trophy and came to draw one on the bottom right corner, small short lines above in a curve facing outward added, supposed to make it appear shiny with ‘happy’ scribbled in tiny hardly intelligible symbols on the front.
He tucked the note in it’s usual place, book closing in a loud clap and placed in its rightful place for this ‘J’ to read when they hopefully still returned to indulge him, as well as growing curiosity over who the person on the other side of this exchange was. If, possibly, he already had unknowingly met them.
Jongdae kinda-sorta hopes that the librarians don’t notice him coming in everyday. Then again, between actually doing work and just visiting his favorite vent, Jongdae kinda-sorta doesn’t care. No one’s asked him about his visits yet and he thinks he’s actually on the librarians’ good sides because he isn’t the type to sit here and watch movies all day, regardless of how many times it’s “for research”.
Today, Jongdae is adhering to only one agenda: check the book for a response. Jongdae admits to spending some nights tossing and turning from too many cups of coffee and thinking about the other person. He wonders if the close vicinity of Eden made it easier to find the other (although he also admits to fantasizing that it might be someone from a different time, like his own version of Il Mare).
Not so out of place | KJD & JSJ
[...]
She watches as his posture is suddenly straightened, and his eyes flicker over to something moving to the side of her. Her own eyes slowly slide over to the object or person that has briefly gotten his attention. Ah, the librarian. Probably coming to scold them for talking in a library and to lower their god-damn voices (she most likely did not say god-damn, but Krystal was sure she was thinking it). When the boy in front of her speaks again, Krystal turns her attention back to him.
She opens her mouth to speak, finger tracing random patterns on the wooden surface of the desk. “Yes, I do. Why? Is that wrong?” She tilts her head to the side, watching him with curiosity in her eyes.
Of course it wasn’t wrong, and Jongdae had a feeling that she knew that too. But the soft expression on her face with the possibility of a pout makes Jongdae feel like he might’ve said something wrong. But he quickly buries that thought. He wasn’t going to lose to his mental battle today.
“It’s just interesting,” he claims, a soft shrug to his shoulders also tugging the corner of his curled lips. “Between the Internet and visual media, it feels more effort to look for and open a book than it is to probably find that very same text somewhere online. People like--” and he hesitates to use the word ‘you’ or ‘us’ for the slight fear of offending her, “--who like books for the sake of them being books is a rare find.” He clears his throat at the end of that again, taking a small victory inhale of relief.
Jongdae felt more nervous about the eyes on him from afar than the way the girl’s eyes from across the table were trying to read him, trying to find a clue that could be on his face or in the way his hands fold over the edge of the table. “Should.. we go somewhere else?” he finally suggests, feet pressing into the ground to push the chair back slightly, making the librarian believe that they were on the way out, hence the chatting. “We can probably find a nicer place to hang out in,” and he shoots her a grin.
lights out; consequences | crystaline
[...]
❝W-Where is hurting?❞ he finally could articulate those words, as his eyes glanced over him and scooted closer. ❝D-Don’t be scared, can you tell me if someone hurt you?❞
A pale skin, the crying, of course, he never saw someone in that state before but no, he would never let him there either, he needed to think in a plan as soon as possible, however, Jiyong looked around, there was no one, as if only they were in that place. His eyes returned to the other male, also, the weather changed to windy and that, for sure, didn’t help to the circumstances.
Could pain escalate so much and so fast that the body desperately tries to simultaneously shut down and yet take everything in at once? The conscience on time disappears with rational thought, not really aware of how long he’s been there or perhaps even how long he’s got left. It scares him to a deeper degree, knowing that while it’s impossible to choose when and where he could die, being on the street and alone like this without any form of help or a chance to live was definitely the last place he wanted to be.
Jongdae doesn’t really know how long he’s been there. Between the initial spike to the way it escalated so quickly, Jongdae is only aware of two things: this really fucking sucks, and the only support he has is the wall digging into his back. His vision is blotted; nothing is quite clear and all the lines are blurred, but Jongdae can’t say if he’s actually losing his vision or if he’s crying. Maybe both. And it really sucks to be stuck in this moment. He wants to think of his mother, the girlfriend he still didn’t acquire, all the kisses he’d never get to lay on anyone-- But are these really the last thoughts he wants to have on Earth?
lights out; consequences | the angel
[...]
“Hey uh…” Her voice was weak, soft as she walked towards him. “Are you alright?” A stupid question. Crouching before him she saw the grey for the first time. Hands flying to cover her mouth she had to struggle to keep herself from screaming, her eyes growing wide and tears fighting to spill over. Wings unfurl from her back, folding forwards slightly to conceal him from any other prying eyes.
“Are you hurt?” The panic was clear in her voice; what was she going to do? Please be okay, please be okay, please be okay!
The prickling sensation had Jongdae doubled over as it seared him from within, feeling sure that the ashen gray color was taking over his body, reaching through the main trunk and spreading quickly to the extremities. Jongdae didn’t have many thoughts to spare, but he knew it shouldn’t be like this and if so, this was punishment; someone had targeted him and he let his guard down. With the electricity off, the sun beat down on him harder, the process quickening and the pain escalating.
That apple.
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ecxv: [...]
As he flipped the page he was momentarily lost in picturing angels walking along the streets of Eden, wondering would they feel trapped here without being able to fly up in the sky. There’s no answer to the inquiry as he focuses back on writing some form of coherent response to this person, bright blue pencil twitching in his grasp.
There should be more nice days I agree! I am having an average day right now ah but your letter did make it a hundred times better already so thanks for writing me back^^ I’m looking forward to art class though that is always fun what’s your favourite class? ‘V’
God. Damn. Science. Papers.
All of them.
Every last one of them.
Jongdae doesn’t recall science ever being this ... Sherlock-y. It made the impression that almost everything across the basic scale has been looked at, prodded, and looked at with a microscope; it was hard to imagine that there are people out there somewhere dedicating their entire lives to figuring out one more thing about a tried and true subject, their references becoming a laundry list of names and too specific titles.
measuring jongdae’s kitty curls
4:10am. not quite time yet.
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Placing the book back in its place carefully Taehyung took a step back, gaze fixed on the novel as if he could magically make the next person to appear in the vicinity of it grab the thing and find his words left behind. Wishful thinking. A quick glance around confirmed no one had seen him, or so he assumed anyway, the male deciding to head out for time being with knowledge he wouldn’t be able to stay away without coming around to check often enough the library clerk would be giving him strange looks and grow overall suspicious of him by the end of the day. Which he totally wasn’t. Nothing suspicious in him. Not one bit. Nuhhuh.
ecxkjongdae
Jongdae really should find more places to spend his time in.
But what better setting for intellectual stimulation than the university library? With its rows and rows and shelves and shelves of books way older than he was containing knowledge and hard work (and probably nicely funded) between leather bindings, or even more so at the tap and swipe of a finger on their hologram screens, it just takes one thought, one lingering sense of inspiration and Jongdae could be the next fucking Sir Isaac Newton. ... But, really, who in their twenties these days was looking to solve world peace or explain why apples fall until they hit the ground and roll off? When stripping away the poetry of why Jongdae was taking quiet steps alongside the rows of books and the smell of musking yellowed pages, Jongdae was more interested in finding the source of the room's air conditioner so he could stand there a while and let the sweat that glued the shirt to his back dry a little. Ah. A deep sigh heaves the stress off his shoulders and he stands there, taking in the steady blows of cool, crisp air.
Not so out of place | KJD & JSJ
[...]
Tilting her head, Krystal glances back at Jongdae for a moment before looking back at the peeling letters of the book. “So, what brings you to the library? Are you writing a report?” She looks up for a moment from picking at the book to smile at him again. Despite the quiet and sleep-deprived atmosphere, she shows no sign of tiredness, only flashing him a bright smile as she waits for his response.
“Ah... No, no thanks,” he laughs nervously, clearing his throat a little (okay, maybe a lot, but he’s trying to be smooth about it), hand waving politely to disregard the offer. “I’m fine, really,” he grins, pearly white teeth catching the light of the window. His hands smooth over the surface in front of him; with a few books and not even a pencil in hand, it looked to be like he was here just to be here, sitting in a space and looking the part for it. But maybe he just didn’t like pencils, or that he forgot his today.
His eye focus back on her at the double question and nods almost immediately. But wait, that’s not what I’m here for-- The spine tenses and he’s shaking his head again; did he even understand the spoken language anymore? Jongdae was clearly not ready to socialize. He clears his throat again and laughs behind a soft hand. “I’m here for homework, but clearly.. It’s not really going anywhere,” he finally says. There, see? You can do it. Dumbass. In the inner workings of his brain, he makes a promise to himself to learn how to talk to people at the drop of a hat; this was embarrassing and it wasn’t like Jongdae forgot how to be human.
At the blink of an eye, he straightens his posture and squares his shoulders. There was a charm to his sharpness with everything about him seemingly angled from his cheekbones to the shape of his fingers. Although the library wasn’t quite the place to socialize (he can see the librarian out the corner of his eye making a move), he wasn’t going to let this moment pass for the sake of a few house rules. “Does this mean that you pick out books for the sake of reading them, then?” For every moment he spends alone and without interaction, he really should learn to converse smoothly and without missing a beat if he was going to be a suave individual.
lights out; plot?
Hi all! Although the event is officially closed, is anyone willing to help poor Jongdae out? I’m interested in writing him through this difficult time, so if anyone is willing to help him get better or to use their abilities to stabilize him, please poke us in the ask box or AIM: jongkidenergy and we can outline a solid plot (:!
Here is the starter.
Please & thanks!
Jongdae’s polaroid selcas in EXO-L Japan photobook