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(.txt) wake up it's time to go to school. (.txt) pokémon school.
(. he's already been up for quite some time -- his body is trained, focused to wake and he can't really do anything about it but it's not something that byunghun needs to know. there are a lot of things byunghun doesn't need to know, he thinks -- out of a form of protection, a form of love. he will build a house around them and keep him safe, but that's not really what these texts are for and he still doesn't really know what pokemon is besides those little animal -like creature .. things ... ...
.... )
(. txt ) i've never been to school i'm not really sure i want to go -- do i have to??
(. txt ) pokemon look unnatural anyway
(. txt ) can't i just lay in bed with you all day instead (:
(. he thinks that he could stay forever here like this. he wonders if byunghun will let him be shrouded, hidden in tall bookshelves for him to come visit when he’s lonely. but then again, this isn’t byunghun’s home, it’s a school and certainly that could cause some more problems than they’re worth. not when jr can come visit anytime he wants, molecules dispersing and coming together with a snap in a moment of whimsical fancy. but it’s strange to learn something new about the place that byunghun stays in, and so he has to ask — ) … gifted youngsters? does that mean this is a place for only the smart kids because i’m probably not welcome in that case — (. a slight tilt of his lips and then he’s outright laughing; of course it’s a school for smart kids; byunghun is the smartest person that jr knows. ) who is xavier and why is the school named after him; if this is a school for ‘ gifted youngsters ‘ then does that mean he’s the most gifted, i don’t really think i get it but —. i always knew you were smart, byunghun. (. his laugh dies down a little and he’s resting his head on the table, he’s a little confused, he’s watching. byunghun seems to be thinking too hard, feeling too guilty and jr can’t imagine why. the smile starts to fade, he thinks, he reaches and touches the crease between byunghun’s furrowed brow. ) you can tell me. (. that’s all that he says before his hand drops to the table, a distance from byunghun that he wants to cross — because even the most minute space where they aren’t touching feels way too far for jr, at least right now. but byunghun takes his hand and the discomfort stops its swell, his eyes stare into byunghun’s and he smiles because he looks unhappy — but he shouldn’t, not for him. ) don’t worry !! i don’t really need presents anyway, what’s the big deal about a birthday anyway —. i don’t remember if anyone has ever told me to have a happy one, anyway. it’s just another day. (. his thumb rubs circles into the underside of byunghun’s palm, it’s comfort, it’s ease. he finds happiness in their simplicity, the way that he can hold him like this and yes, this is all he really needs for his birthday. ) i don’t even know what pokemon is. did i ever even tell you when my birthday is? (. he chuckles, it’s soft and almost goes unheard as he lifts his head from the table only to lean in closer to byunghun’s ear. ) i want you to kiss me. (. he’s close, he’s feeling better with byunghun’s proximity and jr’s chin rests on his shoulder with eyes half closed. ) you were a mafia man, and i was just a silly boy who got under your skin. you owe me a computer, by the way. … (. he thinks, and he’s tired, eyes closing. ) not that i’d know how to use it here, anyway … ….
✣ THE VISITOR !
(. the ceiling is painted with sunlight’s pictures, he blinks and they change; he blinks again and they’re the same. the room is quiet, it is deafening — thoughts. they’re what plagues him as he lies on his bed, lips pursed and a little agitated in his state of befuddlement. dreams are the subject of the conundrum, more specifically, how real they are and how real they feel — he knows what it’s like to have a friend, even though he’s never had one. byunghun has come close, but he’s different; he’s love and chaste kisses, held hands and whispered voices. no, the dream taught him what it was like to have a nest friend; a redhead with sneaky smiles who punches his gut on his birthday, gives him presents that he doesn’t have when he wakes. one that accepts his weird and goes along with it, a pretend heavy heart and a sarcastic sigh. he licks his lips, he frowns, he smiles at a false memory planted in his head. he remembers jeon jeongguk. and that is when he begins to wonder, because if byunghun had that same dream maybe he did, too. the thought has him sitting up, ignoring his lethargy; smiling a cheshire’s grin —. he thinks, he remembers, he feels, he sees. he may not know what it’s like to have a friend, but a dream taught him the value of one’s company. he wants to see him, and he will. molecules disperse; spread across a room, he dissipates, reforms. ends up on a bed that seems familiar but not quite, a different room with a different person standing back to him. his hair is dark, how strange. he was expecting red. oh well. at least he knows where he is … ) jeongguk, you look weird with dark hair. (. he snorts, shifts on the bed and pulls his legs into a cross. it’s not a bad look just .. different. he wonders how different jeongguk really is, if he’s different at all. he wonders if they’ll be friends. … he wonders what that means. ) you must be gifted, too — byunghun has a room like this but he’s in some weird school —. i guess he’s not a mafia prince after all, that’s kind of disappointing but —. (. he pauses in his excitement, thinks a moment, realizes this situation is probably a little strange. ) hey, do you remember me?
(. sneaking up on byunghun like this is probably not the best idea — as made evident of the last time he showed up without warning, particles of his skin and bone and muscle coming together with a snap and a smile. byunghun jumped the last time too, but after —. after. his lips purse together but he tries out a smile, it comes easily because he’s with byunghun and at least he doesn’t have to think about strange things that plague him at night. not while his arms hold something real, not while his cheek rests on pretty seafoam hair. ) i think that’s an oxymoron. did i tell you i learned a lot of new things??? (. fingers play with the ends of mint green hair and he thinks of plants that he waters daily, a friend grown from the ground; it’s nostalgic and he sighs. ) i’m always trying to keep you on your toes — i’m the cat, remember? you’ve gotta keep on the lookout for me, i’m always around the corner — (. a little laugh and his eyes dart around the room — it’s someplace new, filled with books; a library. ) wow, maybe you really are a mafia prince, i don’t know anyone else who has a library in their house — (. a chuckle, then a kiss is pressed to byunghun’s temple and he slumps into a chair that he pulls too close to the other male, rests his head on his shoulder and closes his eyes. he had enough of sleep [ of dreams ] but — .. he feels so warm. ) mm .. ~ in another life maybe you would have kissed me but here you totally forgot — (. he snorts as he teases, a little amused at the reaction —. it’s strange. it’s like they totally switched places … he lets his chin rest in a palm as he watches, his other hand still playing with the ends of byunghun’s hair. he can’t stop touching him for too long — he wonders why that is. ) hmm .. (. he’s never been asked that before —. there’s nothing that he wants, nothing that he needs. ) i’ve never had a present. (. it’s a small admission, a little glimpse — it passes by his lips without a thought because he’s still too warm, too comfortable here. ) … i had a dream, byunghun.
(. txt ) ….bye?
(. txt ) i’m becoming increasingly suspicious of your mindset, seems that your definition of weird is substantially skewed.
(. txt ) i’m sure it is safe, if you fell from the window your skull would mimic a tomato bursting, so the water shouldn’t reach your electronic treasures.
(. txt ) … sometimes i wonder about you, do you choose your words to force a confession from me? ah, well, either way, i’m worried … where are you exactly? we are literally under siege by a legion of reserve mermaid demon spawn - from the ars goetia no less - this does not tell me much. floor? landmarks? i want to find you … or know you’re safe, you should at least go back up to our room. use the lamp as a weapon if you must.
(. txt ) oh - and let me thank you, the specimen will be most appreciated.
(. txt ) the only thing i want to eat is you.
(. txt ) now, abscond or burn the school to ashes… i’ll find you eventually.
(. txt ) yes byunghun b y e i'm not talking to you anymore why am i texting you anyways there's evil afoot
(. txt ) ... have you really looked into a mirror if my standard of weird is skewed then i'd hate to see your definition i mean who even has the face of a jackal w h a t
(. txt ) are you sure though i mean like, who says it won't rise that high |: what if we all drown byunghun MY LAPTOP WILL BE RUINED AND KAI MUN WILL HAVE NO IDEA WHERE I WENT
(. txt ) ... ... what kind of confession are you talking about? i already know you like potato friend and minty since they sit by the window in the sun all the time so :u you don't have to say anything byung, i know ok
(. txt ) umm .. ... i don't know what ars goetia means can you speak in korean or something --. i told you i'm dumb pls.
(. txt ) i .. err. classroom??? i guess. i don't know i got lost and now i'm in a dark hallway and the only light i have is coming from my phone screen :l why don't you go back up to our room? why am i the only one who has to stay safe that doesn't exactly seem fair --
(. txt ) no problem --. it's kinda heavy though you're gonna need a big jar i think unless you like. dismember it ... ...
(. txt ) can you even dismember a reverse mermaid i mean like besides taking off the legs but these things are still pretty big
(. txt ) ..........................
(. txt ) byunghun are you a cannibal gross like what is that even supposed to mean
(. txt ) pls refrain from eating me :l
(. txt ) no i want to keep talking to you to make sure you're alive ): and because it's kinda lonely down here all i'm doing is grilling all the fish tbh
(. txt ) the tale of how i saw flashes of pacific rim must be reserved for another time, however it includes an interesting entrepreneur who had the face of a jackal…i’m sure you’ll enjoy it.
(. txt ) oh? will i have to set fire to the old room then? i hope you didn’t forget anything valuable in it.
(. txt ) … that would be nice, should i name him ‘fish friend’? and to enlighten you i am taking this seriously … truthfully my plans have been significantly compromised. you see, i met a rabid dog in a corridor and as you might assume, these animals do bite. but i will be fine as long as you’re safe with them … where are you?
(. txt ) ... do you know how weird you are like seriously i don't follow you but i am severely disappointed in your movie choices if you watched pacific rim before seeing great disney cinema bye byunghun
(. txt ) ... um. no? isn't it all waterlogged anyway idk who knows with this place anymore my computer better be safe you punctured the desktop with a lamp |:
(. txt ) all my stuff is in our room anyway pls you didn't really give me a choice there
(. txt ) WHY ARE YOU STILL TEXTING ME
(. txt ) moreover, why am i still texting you i'm gonna die and it's going to be your fault i swear to god
(. txt ) ... ... oh. you actually asked for something. okay i'll bring him to the room but just keep him in a glass jar i don't think eating these things are good for your health, pretty boy.
(. txt ) uhh. rabid dog. do they even have dogs on campus is that allowed why are you not with me i would kill it with fire ): don't worry, minty and potato friend are fine i know you're worried about them heh
(. txt ) ... idk. somewhere. alone. :u with the fishes.
(.txt) oh - is it possible that a supermodel shark devoured you? it seems these aquatic creatures have undergone a metamorphosis...ah - you're fond of films, are you not? i'm sure this is all reminiscent of the pacific rim story... (.txt) i do hope you haven't broken your promise, if i find your corpse i'll have to frankenstein you...one might wonder if i'll find myself clumsy and forget the feet. yes, the dead should be crossing their fingers.
(. txt ) ... what version of pacific rim have you seen because last i checked we don't have jaegers
(. txt ) scratch that HOW HAVE YOU SEEN PACIFIC RIM AND NOT THE LION KING ??? ? ??? wow you are so deprived
(. txt ) why are you texting me with water monsters on the loose do you want me to die so you can cut off my feet |: wow pretty boy, you're the worst
(. txt ) wouldn't i frankenstein myself if i died like the first time tho --
(. txt ) unless you're planning some crazy experiments then i am out of the room and moving back into the one i was assigned to ok bye
(. txt ) seriously though can u not we're in the middle of an emergency situation AND FIRE BREATH DOESN'T HELP IF I'M SURROUNDED IN WATER i can grill the fish though but i don't eat meat do you want them to put in glass jars or something you're weird maybe you'll eat them idk
(. txt ) by the way, potato friend and minty are safe (:
✣ MORNING GLORY !
in which byunghun kidnaps jr to his now empty dorm room, and how they spend the morning after
∞ please
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(. revival was something he didn’t expect — waking up in the same spot, he felt his life’s blood spilling from his wounds, the crunch of bones that are now unbroken; to say that kim jonghyun is surprised is pretty much an understatement. in truth, he spent about ten minutes on the ground, staring up at the sky with the widest of smiles on his face regardless of the panic around him or the confusion or whatever the fuck was going on anymore —. he’s alive. the prayer that he whispered in his final moments, the last smile he gave [ it’ll be okay, it’ll be okay ] .. it was really answered. it was a miracle. but laying in the middle of a practical battlefield was probably not a smart thing to do even for a moment, let alone the ten that jr decided to lay there for so —. up to his feet, eyes searching for a familiar face, hoping to find jeongguk in the crowd or eric or someone.. anyone. he climbs stairs and passes by a flurry of unfamiliar faces, people bumping into his shoulders and whispering crying panicking. he can’t say that he’s surprised, but jr smiles anyway — there’s enough of the panic going around and he’s okay. he has no reason to frown. but a familiar voice catches his ears, it screams and it’s not too far off and it’s calling his name. he blinks, confused, but then his eyes widen. ) minseok —. (. his feet speed up because kim minseok is not equipped to deal with a situation like this, blind as he is and there’s a clench in his stomach at the thought. this was not the place for someone like him, monsters forming from the floors with teeth the size of chopping blocks. but it’s quick smiles that are nervous and hopeful when he finds his hyung, when he reaches out and squeezes his shoulder. ) you called for me? what am i, a genie in a bottle hyung what’s the stitch —. wait, no that’s kim possible, she’s not a genie uhh oops — (. he’s blabbering, trying to cease the look of panic on minseok’s face, it’s all okay, it’s okay. they’re both okay. ) were you looking for me?
jonghyun ah! (/ he's late. he's what, one, two days late now? but hell, with the blights happening, better late than never, right?; now, though, he walks over and taps his younger sibling on his shoulder, the other hand behind his back, /obviously/ hiding something ) happy, now belated birthday, sweet brother of mine. (/ with that said, he shows the other what he had hidden; a sprout, growing in a glass jar -- artsy ) it's a mint plant. it should grow along with your precious potato.
(. that’s a familiar voice — well, that and no one here really calls him jonghyun besides that byunghun kid that acts like hibari or something, but that’s another story for a different day. his head whips around to see his older brother coming his way and it takes all of jr’s strength not to run at him at full speed to tackle him in a sudden sense of vengeance for disappearing and / or missing his birthday. maybe a bit of both. ) hyung !! (. a sense of relief still floods him though, because eric is okay and that’s what really matters now, and — ) hey, where have you even been; don’t tell me you’ve been off in search of the perfect meal or something like, wow such cool so kind. to think you could forget your baby brother’s birthday — hey, did you know i died??? (. and there it is. jr is probably the king of not -so -subtle subject changes, and he’s frankly not so observant either —. so the little plant that eric is hiding behind his back? he doesn’t notice it until it’s held out to him and the thoughts that were tumbling like a train wreck from his head to his mouth suddenly stop like a collision and his whole world has been shaken. anything he just said is lost to the wind, long forgotten in his excitement. ) you brought some company for potato friend !!!!! you give even better presents than that byunghun guy, (. and at this, his cheeks turn a little pink but jr hardly notices — ) potato friend is going to be so happy; you’re like. the best big brother ever. (. it’s true though, jr idolizes his brother in a bad way, but that’s another story for a different day. gentle hands take the glass jar and he’s smiling way too wide when he leans in to give a little sniff at the mint plant. ) hmm —.. should i just call him mint?
✣ AU HEADCANON !
kim jonghyun is a vegetarian because suddenly meat started tasting very.. weird in his mouth one day. needless to say, it completely turned him off to the taste. ... his older brother eric nam doesn't really say anything about the change in diet because he thinks his brother knows. ... he doesn't.
#SHARED THE WOMB jr’s older brother. they’re pretty tight, jr loves him to death and looks up to him like he’s success baby and his older brother thinks he’s a gay little shit but you know, it’s cool.
#COOL STORY BRO the people that get really seriously fucking annoyed by jr’s random chatter. he’s really nice, yeah sure whatever, but what the hell is he saying half the time? no one really knows and he annoys these people more than the average dodo. ( multiple ! )
#BESTIES only jeon jeongguk would ever legitimately babysit his potato friend, tuck him into a lettuce bed and dress him up swaggie style. he’s also the only one who would ever sit next to jr while he types out replies to his kai rper and act them out dramatically. but you didn’t hear it from me.
#THAT’S SO ANIME okay yeah, it’s no surprise that shiraishi mai and kim jonghyun are the biggest nerds probably in all of ever, but for them to meet at orientation and to click so fast?? that’s wassup. totally anime, right there, no doubt about it. :u super best friends who are just really super nerdy together, no lie.
#GETTING THE D it’s no secret that kim jonghyun is a fucking idiot and he probably would ruin any relationship he attempted to get into just by mentioning the fact he has to go home and tuck in his potato friend and read it gay fanfiction for a bedtime story. but kim minseok ( strangely ) finds some kind of interest in jr because he's the only person that treats him like ... well, a person. and jr only lives to give people what they want.
#PULLING STRINGS jr is pretty sure that lee byunghun is the reincarnation of hibari from katekyo hitman reborn!! or something because wow, who else would call him an herbivore and have the personality of a mafia man tbh. but something draws these two together ( for whatever reason that may be -- a red string? ) despite their extreme differences in .. well, everything. jr constantly gets hurt by all the things he does, but he still finds himself smiling in byunghun's presence -- a little bit of kindness warms the heart. and perhaps, it's starting to warm them both.