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█║┊✞ ❝ terrible ideas.

( I am the son and heir of nothing in particular @scxsaebyeol! )

HE KNEW HE was smashed out of his fucking mind, when even Saebyeol’s fantasies of drunken escapades sounded like a good idea, something plausible that he should pursue. Yet even with that warning lingering in the back of his head, Jaebum knocked his head back, swishing down another shot. The number of how many now swirled in the pits of his stomach had been lost ages ago. His intoxicated brain said it was in the hundreds now probably. Which explained why he had lost all his prior prickliness and was now draping himself over the film club leader, arms and legs loosely clutching her frame against his.

“Don’t tell anyone this, because I have a reputation to uphold, but I hate you less than everyone else. I can actually almost stand you. Isn’t that fucked up?” he admitted, with a series of chortles following. A hiccup escaped him, as he buried his face in her shoulder, eyes fluttering shut. It was difficult for him to open up, too difficult, so he settled for these rare moments, when his body lead the way. Though he craved physical affections (not just in the form of entangled limbs, but hand holding and soft pecks to cheeks), his iced over heart refused to allow anyone close, due to a secret fear of being left behind. If his parents didn’t like him, then why would anyone else? That’s why people knew of a different Im Jaebum when he had too much to drink. This was the closest to being his actual self as he got, but thankfully for his detached, sober self, people either forgot or brushed it off.

Though the girl muttering to herself took him out of his isolated thoughts, because for once, he found what someone was saying to be exponentially much more interesting than himself. Glazed over eyes peeked open, flicking over Saebyeol’s face, widening as a scattered plan was made fruition. His logic screamed at him, telling him not to listen. Abort, abort! But he had never been good at listening, whether it was to his parents, or even himself, apparently.

“Tattoos?” he slurred, tongue feeling too big for his mouth, as he took yet another shot. He had to be close to drinking a thousand by now. “Yeah, let’s fucking do it! Let’s go right now!”And with that, he stood up, wobbling in place, before tugging her off the couch with him. “Grab your coat, let’s go.”

#scxsaebyeol #[ .& thread ; ]#[ .& t: terrible ideas ; ]#(( AW YEA

♣

[ ♣ ] ― What is one thing that they find embarrassing? (About them, others, things in general)

jaebum doesn’t really have a sense of shame, meaning he doesn’t see the awkwardness in most things we’d find to be embarrassing. but i can tell you that he can’t stand when someone waves at him, then he waves back and it turns out that they weren’t really waving at him at all. it makes him want to die.

#scxeunha #[ .& message ; ]

❤

[ ❤ ] ― Do they have a love interest?

nope! he only loves himself at the moment haha. and he doesn’t even do a good job at that tbh.

#scxbora #[ .& message ; ]

♪ ✖ ♕ ❄

[ ♪ ] ― Are they musically inclined?

somewhat! he dabbles in playing various instruments (mostly as an act of rebellion towards his parents wanting to give up on being creative), so i wouldn’t say he has a complete grip on one instrument, but a slight grip on several. he could probably serenade a girl with wonderwall on a guitar, but he’d hate himself for it and so would i.

[ ✖ ] ― Who is someone they just cannot stand?

answered here!

[ ♕ ] ― Do they trust easily?

not at all lmfao it’d be safer to say that there’s not anyone on the planet that he trusts.

[ ❄ ] ― Favorite season and why?

winter, because it’s cold and dreary just like him. it gives him an excuse to completely cover himself in layers. he loves the comfy sweater look. and also has a childish adoration for snow, though he’d never let someone else see that.

#scxmyoui #[ .& message ; ]

♥, ✕

[ ♥ ] ― What does ‘love’ mean to them?

already answered here!

[ ✕ ] ― How do they handle rejection?

probably unsurprisingly, jaebum’s never actually been rejected before. though he’s never actually tried, he just goes along with whoever approaches him. laughs, because he tries to act all hard and tough, but he’s quite scared to make the first move and expects others to do it for him. so i don’t know how he’d take it, but i know he wouldn’t take it well. i can imagine that he’d try to scoff it off and act like it wasn’t a big deal, that he didn’t care at all, then beat himself up about it all night when he got home. though generally, i don’t think he’d ever put himself in a position where he could get rejected. unless he actually genuinely liked them.

#scxchae #[ .& message ; ]

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[ ✖ ] ― Who is someone they just cannot stand?

while typically jaebum is not fond of anyone, except for certain singers, writers, directors, actors, etc. etc., he really hates his family. his parents and his older brother to be exact. his bitterness towards them began at a young age, when they attempted to stomp on his dreams and told a child to “grow up” because pursuing art as a career wouldn’t lead him anywhere. they only got more aggressive, as he became older, to the point where they intervened and forced him to go to seocho, instead of the art school he longed for. while his brother basically told him the benefits of giving up his desires and following his parents’ wishes instead of his own. jaebum’s parents stand for everything he can’t stand in the world and he’d hate himself if he became anything like them (though in his own way, he is just as cold and ruthless as they are). his brother also sleeps around with a married woman, in some sleazy attempt to claw his way to the top. jaebum thinks it’s disgusting and doesn’t consider him a brother anymore. he’s an orphan as far as he’s concerned (dramatic, i know).

#scxjisoo #[ .& message ; ]

♥, ♠

[ ♥ ] ― What does ‘love’ mean to them?

“a neurochemical con job.” this is probably what he would say, if you were to actually ask him. the only lowkey meme reference he’d ever make. but to jaebum, romantic love is merely a fictitious concept made up to make you give in to capitalism (if you’ve ever seen they live then it’s great example of how he feels on the subject). yet the funny thing is that he still secretly craves it. just pushes it away when it’s close to him. to jaebum, romantic love is merely a dream, one he’ll never achieve, one of the many things he doesn’t deserve.

[ ♠ ] ― What are they afraid of?

crowded spaces, rejection, failure, being alone, intimacy, commitment.

#scxseonah #[ .& message ; ]

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questions about your character.

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oztheblackrabbit-deactivated201:

♥ - What does ‘love’ mean to them? ♠ - What are they afraid of? ♦ - What is one thing about them that they are most proud of? ♣ - What is one thing that they find embarrassing? (About them, others, things in general) ★ - Do they prefer daytime or nighttime and why? ☾- Are they prone to nightmares or dreamless sleep? ☼ - Something that/Someone who makes them happy. ☁ - If they’re caught out in the rain how do they react? ♪ - Are they musically inclined? ♫ - What kind of music do they enjoy? ✓ - How do they react to praise? ✕ - How do they handle rejection? ☺ - Do they prefer sour or sweet treats? ❄ - Favorite season and why? ☮ - Do they have an idol or someone they look up to? ❤ - Do they have a love interest? ✖ - Who is someone they just cannot stand? ♔ - Do they value loyalty? ♕ - Do they trust easily?

#[ .& memes ; ]#(( will answer after work!

( I am the son and heir of nothing in particular @scxfern! )

[ .& there are times he can’t stand being cooped up in his bedroom at night. usually, he finds peace in video games or drawing, but tonight, he wants to be as far away from his controlling parents as possible. after eighteen years of living, he knows all the possible escape routes in his house, an expert at getting in and getting out when he needs to. tugging a jacket on and zipping it up all the way, he stumbles onto the cold, hard streets, looking for some possible trouble to get tangled up in. despite the warnings one always heard to avoid alleyways and the gritty dangers they might contain, jaebum felt more comfortable within them, purposefully seeking them out. typically, he finds nothing and comes out dissatisfied, but tonight tells a different tale. pink tufts of hair attract his gaze, immediately stepping closer to the sight, like a moth drawn to a flame. then he realizes upon closer inspection that it’s someone from school. someone he’s vaguely aware of. allowing his presence to be known, he mutters out against the vastness they share, ; ] fernanda? [ .& it’s only then that he notices that cans of spray paint lying at her feet and the smell hits him directly in the face, overwhelming him. ; ]

#scxfern #[ .& thread ; ]

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jaebum is good in the sack but you didn't hear it from me

#[ .& testimonials ; ]#:)

yes, hello, your eyes do not deceive you. this is the third time i’ve made this post. i remade it the first time, because i couldn’t fit all the details i wanted to before running late to work. and i’m remaking it now, because i’m a dumb and accidentally deleted the other post. but hi, my name’s cooper, as you probably know by now. you can find me on twitter (@/toothchild) or on discord deadite#2086! if you want another way to reach me, feel free to ask. if you’d like to write out smth nice (or not so nice more likely consider how he is) with my boy, then feel free to like this and i’ll run to your ims and we can get things started! :D

under the cut you’ll find some general info about jaebum. you can find his profile here and his bio here. i’m currently working on a plot page but it only has one thing on it at the moment smh.

#[ .& ooc ; ]#(( i hate myself for this kjghdflkghf

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— brightside

exscxjaebum-blog

scxseonah:

( @scxjaebum )

she’s downed more jäger shots than she cares to remember when someone (finally) tells her to lay off the drinks for a while. she complies, because she’s good like that, and decides to go exploring instead.

it’s phenomenal how a house can transform with just people and music. she nearly gets lost in the winding hallways, fluttering in and out of rooms, at times stumbling in upon some intriguing scenes, at times interrupting. it’s her own house though, one might argue, so why would she bother with being timid?

she’d counter that with a why not? it takes more to start shit, anyway. she settles for her fix of attention. simple girl with simple needs.

jaebum catches her attention from the corner of her eye, sitting by the edge of the couch, looking as inviting as only he can. what could say ‘come over’ quite like a half-frown, general disgruntled demeanor, and a edgy vibe? she doesn’t know, and she figures she doesn’t need to. seonah doesn’t have enough energy for the kind of intricate irony such reasoning would require.

she does seemingly, however, have it within her to move right through the crowd with a certain spark in her eyes.

“well, you don’t look busy—” sounds her greeting, spoken through a smug grin as she stops in her tracks, only for a second or so, to look at him where he sits; she moves rather quickly then, movement rendered a bit sloppy by the alcohol, to take a seat promptly on his lap, sitting sideways with her legs crossed over the armrest by his side, and an arm around his neck for support. “and this didn’t seem taken either— what’s up with you, having a good time?”

she tilts her head from side to side, posterchild for the innocently inquisitive. a poignant look his way says that you better say yes before she shifts her attention to lean out and grab a drink off the table. whiskey glass, but whatever’s in it is sure as hell not whiskey.

“this yours?”

PARTIES WERE THE only time he came alive, allowed a peek into the soft insides he tried so hard to hide away. Get a handful of shots in Jaebum and he’d tell you his entire life story, crooning about his love for the arts, his secret desire for a warm hand in his colder one. Then the next day, if the ordeal wasn’t simply forgotten, a few harsh insults (”you were so fucking smashed, obviously you made that story up, idiot!”) would resolve the situation.

This house was so familiar, though the edges would always remain blurred, due to drinking whatever nearby alcohol was available as soon as he stepped inside. While the residence was upper class and lovely in every aspect, Jaebum never came to examine the intricacies of a life not his own or to make friends. He came to forget his own existence, at least for a little while.

On his first drink, left to collect condensation, he leaned his head against the back of the couch, closing his eyes. Sometimes, he wondered just why exactly he came to these idiotic gatherings, rather than stay at home getting drunk alone. He hated the loud music, reverberating through his ears, he hated the people, always desperate for the attention he refused to give. He hated everything. But ― oh, that’s right ― alcohol costs money. The kind he preferred to spend on Copic pens and video games.

Suddenly, he was tugged out of his existential thoughts by a voice that could be described as grating, if not in the right mood, which Jaebum hardly ever was. Though Seonah was always eager to remind him that his entire existence was grating. Such remarks were noted, then tossed away just like most things the girl liked to ramble on about.

When she sat in his lap, he greeted her with his trademark disgusted scowl, obviously not drunk enough to deal with others in his proximity. He needed at least three more drinks before he could put up with the affections she loved to lace all over his frame. Never could he understood how she spilled sweetness against the shell of his ear, desperate for him, then spin around and hate his guts. Women were complicated, this much he knew for sure.

And it was a hypocrisy he indulged in himself from time to time.

“I’m having a blast. Can’t you tell?” he replied, tone dripping with sarcasm. The last thing he needed was more of her dramatics, so it was easier to somewhat allow her some leeway, even if Jaebum had to lie out of his ass to do it. Snatching the drink from her hand, he took a quick sip, before handing it back (Vodka Red Bull, something to keep his dead limbs moving in the late evening’s depths). “It might be mine. But I suppose everything here is technically yours, correct?”

#scxseonah #[ .& thread ; ]#[ .& t: brightside ; ]#(( how did this get so long #(( Who Knows........

scxsana:

｢ — @scxjaebum·

school was a drag. the hours seemed to have no end; subjects, useless; people, tedious. not to forget that her every movement was languid and lethargic, her body recovering from the events that had taken place the night prior. not only had she awoken that morning with a raging headache, but she’d been in a room she hadn’t recognized, with a boy she DID recognize. not that it mattered, anyways; her opinion of jaebum never changed, no matter how often she found herself tumbling into bed with him.

she’s sitting in her reserved seat in the back of the classroom, nails drumming against the hard wood of the table as she waited for the class to begin. her gaze rises to the clock situated above the door before it falls to the boy entering the classroom, her hues immediately catching on the bruises that littered his skin.

bruises that were of her own doing.

the SMALLEST of smirks tug on sana’s lips as she relaxes in her seat, waiting for jaebum to join her in the back. and when he does, she says nothing, only offering a slight raise of her brows along with her continued glances to the blemishes that lay on his otherwise untouched skin.

GOING TO SCHOOL with a hangover was never a good idea, yet it was one he continuously found himself pursuing. But Jaebum had already skipped a grand total of ten days in the past month and familial money could only get you so far. So he persevered, despite the throbbing in his bones telling him to simply sleep in bed all day and throw up whatever remnants of alcohol in his stomach. Thankfully, the first class of the day was Biology, one he was infamous for snoozing through anyway, unless the teacher felt like being a bitch.

Yet all preparations for napping quickly scattered away upon first sight of his typical desk neighbor. Once again, they had somehow ended up, tangled limbs and red marks lining the expanse of their backs, in the same bed together. It was becoming something of a familiar habit, not that Jaebum minded, despite hating falling into something he referred to as “monotony”. He couldn’t remember how their intimate sessions ranked for the life of him (always too intoxicated to recall), but the bruises along his and her necks gave him a vivid, positive image.

Too bad the either of them refused to talk about it. It just happened. And that was likely how it’d always be. Perhaps it was easier this way, for them to remain silent, other than the times their bodies communicated their desires. He was still a teasing man though, evidenced by the way his palm purposefully rose up to his neck, as if purposefully pointing out the damage Sana had wreaked on him. No one else would be able to notice, but there was a subtle hint of a grin curling upon his lips, obviously pleased with himself and the way he was acting.

#scxsana #[ .& thread ; ]#(( thanks boo!#(( it's not bad at all fight me

Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text. ( let's get deep and down to the blatant assetry )

( @scxnoah / source: here / status: not accepting! )

Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text.

「 ✉ ➤ cheery fucker 」✖ bro i know it’s four in the morning but if you send me another “wholesome meme” i’m gonna block your fucking number

#scxnoah #[ .& message ; ]

so uh... about these text memes. i’ve gotten five people ask me to do “all of them” and i’ve been dreading it since i got them. it’s just too much for me to handle and they take too much time and none of them turn into a thread, so is there even really a point? no, not really. so i’m just... not gonna do the ones i have remaining. sorry. but i’m already drowning in replies and starters and i don’t want to be overwhelmed within my first week. to those who asked for all the texts, if you want to send in more, except just one or two, then i’ll gladly answer them. otherwise, i’m just gonna ignore them.

#[ .& ooc ; ]#(( sorry but i really can't #(( also i was stupid and deleted my intro post #(( so i have to write ANOTHER one

☎.

( @scxjoohyuk / source: here / status: not accepting! )

Send “☎” for a RUSHED text.

「 ✉ ➤ another guy 」✖ if a certain math teacher asks if you saw me i need you to LIE i’ll explain later

#scxjoohyuk #[ .& message ; ]

☎

( @scxtaeyong / source: here / status: not accepting! )

Send “☎” for a RUSHED text.

「 ✉ ➤ guy 」✖ i need you to bring me an energy drink. it’s an emergency

#scxtaeyong #[ .& message ; ]

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