integrity

you can break my body, but not my spirit

[ghjunmyeon-blog]

You come home to a black, folded invitation on your dining table.

Was that there before? You can’t remember.

The trip home was creepy enough; being closely followed by a white van with no plate number is creepy enough.

There is nothing printed on the cover of the invitation, and so you decide to open it.

The following message greets you in delicate, silver script:

Congratulations! You have been invited to this year’s Munera as a BESTIARUS! The Munera is an annual peace-keeping event among select members of society. We’re sure this must be an honour. Unfortunately, we cannot allow you to travel to the venue yourself. We have arranged someone to pick you up, so you no longer have to worry about transportation! We will also have to hold you in a separate accommodation from your peers, in order to follow tradition. To keep the peace, blood must be shed.

Your opponent for this year will be: Ms. Lim Minyoung.

Good luck, and be sure to enjoy yourself this year!

Outside, a heavy hand knocks against your door, once, and twice, shaking it by the frame. The third knock will surely send it down. Outside, you can hear the murmur of not one, not two, but multiple voices that can surely overpower you. Will you come quietly, put up a struggle, or attempt to escape? 

Dread.

That’s that’s all he could feel about seeing the paper on his table. He was sure that everything was in its place, papers in his desk drawer while others on the surface needed his immediate attention. This particular stationary wasn’t something he remembered getting or recalled having in his possession at all, which brought up the question, who could have done this?

Who knew where he lived? And most of all, how did they know how to get in? It was just a small piece of paper that caused Junmyeon to cast so much curiosity about its existence. His line of questioning was highly unnerving, nothing about this situation made him feel comfortable or the least bit safe. He had to get out of here. He needed to relocate again. No, he was overthinking things, taking things too far. The contents of the paper were still unknown to him.

Something told him that nothing good would be coming out of this, but he still stepped forward to bring the invitation to his hands and read it.

Skimming first led him to a name being on the card, but he suspected that his supposed opponent wouldn’t be the one sending these out in the first place. Another sentence caught his attention which prompted him to read it fully, from beginning to end.

“To keep the peace, blood must be shed.”

His face fell numb, and he could feel the trembling starting in his hands. He shouldn’t have. He really shouldn’t have. He had to calm down. He wasn’t even sure about what was going on, but he didn’t want to be a part of it. The resounding knocks on his door told him he didn’t have a lot of time left, and neither did he have a choice. He had to act quickly. If they had the courtesy to warn him of his immediate… kidnapping, then they wouldn’t hold him forcefully, right?

The tune of his keycode played once he pressed on the button to unlock it, carefully opening the door and meeting eyes with multiple people. Junmyeon knew of his limits, and the number of them who were around was not meant for a team of one. Precision and agility were his assets, and while he was headstrong and daring, he wasn’t stupid. This was a moment he knew he couldn’t win no matter how he looked at it.

He didn’t know the extent of what he was getting into, but he knew he had to go, or else they would never get off his back. Invitation? More like a death sentence.

He already lost everything dear to him, what more could he lose from giving in?

“I would prefer for you not to disrupt my neighbors, please.” His voice was calm, collected, everything that on the inside that he was not, but there was no use for him to be panicking now when he wasn’t sure of their capabilities. Junmyeon stepped out of the room, closed the door with a quiet click, and followed the group to the white van.

What the hell was he getting himself into….?

[ghjunmyeon-blog]

*— in too soon

[ghbaekhyun-blog]

everything kind of goes really fast, maybe even a little too fast; at least in baekhyun’s eyes who hasn’t had such a scene playing out in front of his eyes before – and it’s safe to say that he’s seen an awfully lot during his time working a job like this one. not just male and female clients alike sharing the weirdest preferences, but soap opera like drama playing out between the people here, physical fights and screaming and shouting and everything.

he’s seen it all.

still, he never had someone bursting into the room like this before, kicking the lock apart so easily and he definitely never had one of his customers lying in front of him on the ground, completely knocked out of his mind.

and even after the fight between those two is over, the man at the door clearly the winner, baekhyun’s still in the same position on the bed as before, eyes still wide with surprise. he only gets his act back together when the guy clears his throat, almost a little awkwardly. baekhyun looks up at him, eyes scanning his form up and down before they dart back to the man lying unconscious on the floor.

the intruder clearly had some kind of advantage, easily gained the upper hand against the other and it makes him wonder yet again if he’s a cop, or something like that. he seems to have at least some kind of special training. but he wonders even more if he’s some sort of threat.

a sigh slips past his lips as he moves, mattress dipping beneath his weight as he slides off it, quickly slipping back into his shoes as he walks over to the other side of the room, the other man. he pulls the button up back over his shoulder, slowly closing the buttons back into place to hide every expanse of skin that has been revealed until now – he’s by means not ashamed of his body, even not now in such a situation, so there’s no need to hurry.

baekhyun looks down to his customer again, clicking his tongue. “wow”, he starts, “i guess he would’ve had a lot more fun being your customer than mine.” the tone in his voice sounds almost mocking, if the dryness in it wouldn’t kill off every ounce of amusement hidden in it. baekhyun definitely isn’t amused over all of this here. he looks back up at the man. “are you a cop or something? did he do bad things, or something?” his hand gestures down at the other on the floor. he really needs to know what the fuck’s going to happen now.

[ghjunmyeon-blog]

Adrenaline coursed through his veins in the aftermath of the fight, body itching to move and fingers trembling. When he lifted his arms to look down at them, it was only in his mind from the occasional twitch, but overall, he knew he had to persuade his body that there was no other immediate threat.

“If I had this kind of job, maybe,” Junmyeon commented halfheartedly back at the other. He didn’t mean for his eyes to wander, but there wasn’t anything else for his eyes to see, them glancing down to the expanse of his skin before forcing them back up. “But I don’t, so he’d be all yours if I weren’t looking for him.”

From the bed, he looked smaller. Maybe from his perspective, entering the room while he saw him playing a victim, made his mind set on him thinking that the man was someone weaker, like his juniors he looked to protect. He knew that wasn’t a good mindset to have when he first met someone, because people were always full of surprises, but one couldn’t help first impressions.

As the man came closer though, being able to see him eye to eye, he realized that he had soft facial features, confirming that effeminate feeling he gave off from earlier when he saw him from afar. It seemed like this was part of his appeal for attracting his… customers.  In reality, him and Junmyeon were actually of similar heights, which he observed as he stood straighter, and possibly had broader shoulders than his own.

To his question, Junmyeon shook his head back at him, standing straighter to look at least a bit professional; a habit that he hadn’t broken out of and probably never will. “No, I’m not a cop, but I have been looking for this guy. He’s been involved in activity that made me concerned for your safety.”

A thought crossed whether or not if the blow to the man’s head was light enough that he’d regain consciousness very soon, or if he’d be out for an extended period, and whether or not he should take precautions to restrain his arms to limit his mobility. But what would he be able to use to do that? “I know my entrance was very surprising, but in a way, you also did help me catch him. So… thank you?”

[ghjunmyeon-blog]

*— accidents happen

[nhminjae]

Shit. 

This is why you don’t practice carelessly on the streets. This is why Billie was always getting hurt. Her prancing about on some lonely street always led to her stepping wrong and crumbling down to the ground with Chowder immediately nosing at her in trained worry. 

With a dead phone and a tendency for randomly places and unpredictable panic attacks, this really wasn’t a good situation for her to be in and now only did she know it, but Chowder too. “Ah– it’s okay, boy.” It wasn’t, it really wasn’t, but Billie still mumbled this quietly as she curled her fingers into his long fur and winced when she tried to move her ankle. 

Shit, probably a sprain. 

Her instructors would be thrilled with her. 

The sudden echo of a voice– just one at least, sent a jolt of panic through her system, a jolt Chowder felt because he froze too, tail in the air and ears perked. 

Deep breaths, Billie. Deep breaths. Fingers curling tighter into the dog’s fur, she glanced around him and…. oh, just a man. A… hopefully harmless man. 

“Ah– I’m fine! Just… um… okay, yes. Probably.” 

A quick pat at Chowder’s chest and she was shifting and whimpering. For a ballerina her pain tolerance was shit. “Don’t worry about him– he’s a service dog, not an attack dog. He won’t do anything to you.” Just a work of warning– Chowder was a pretty big dog given his size alone, as well as paired with all the fur he sported. Most were wary. 

@ghjunmyeon

[ghjunmyeon-blog]

A look of concern never left Junmyeon’s face when he looked down to the young woman who wasn’t fit to even stand up. Or maybe she was able to, just not well and without some struggle. It was good that he caught her at a time like this, because who knows when the next person would offer their help for her?

Actually, no there would be quite a few people he could see helping her in the kindness of their heart. She was rather pretty, now that he was able to get a good look at her, and the only thing that might be keeping them back was her furry companion (funny how many people are afraid of large animals around here).

Her appearance wasn’t on the forefront of his mind though, and with the confirmation about her dog, he approached the two, but still stood far enough so that he wasn’t breaking any personal boundaries. He didn’t want to pose as a threat, didn’t think that his looks would either even with his cap hiding his blond locks, because Junmyeon wasn’t that much of an intimidating guy on most days.

The decision to crouch down was made so that he was more on her level, hoping that she could be more comfortable with a stranger like him. It also gave him a better view of her ankle, but because of the dark, and the nature of the injury, he unfortunately couldn’t make out just how bad it was. “Can you stand at all, or do you need me to help you up?” he asked, offering his hand out to her.

[ghjunmyeon-blog]

nishio nishiki.

ghouls meme

nishio nishiki:is there anyone you hated at first but eventually came to like in your life?

“I wouldn’t really say that there’s a particular person who I hate…” Junmyeon’s not a hateful person, so it was difficult for him to make enemies. While at the CCG, he had rivals, yes, people he didn’t always agree with when their methods were different from his own. Half the time he would respect those differences, if he knew it wasn’t putting people in danger. “There are some who I’d rather not be around, and if I were going with that, then my answer would have to be no, I haven’t gotten the liberty of being around them without wanting to argue with them.” His arms crossed in front of him. “It is an amusing thought though.” 

[ghjunmyeon-blog]

suzuya juuzou

ghouls meme 

suzuya juuzou:have you ever only realised someone is important to you after they’re gone?

Junmyeon looked rather pensive to the question, eyes turned away from the speaker to let the words mull through his head. “Not necessarily. I appreciate them too when they’re right in front of me, but it is a different feeling knowing that you won’t see them as often. Then, it’s a sort of... longing? because you already know what you’re missing out on.” He didn’t want to think of his parents or his brother while answering the question, but his mind still wandered there and he felt a pang in his heart. 

[ghjunmyeon-blog]

tokyo ghoul ask meme

kaneki ken: do you like to read?

kamishiro rize: do you get bored easily?

nagachika hideyoshi: is there a friend you'd do anything for?

kirishima touka: have you done anything in the past that you're not proud to admit?

kirishima ayato: do you love your siblings, if any?

fueguchi hinami: have you lost anyone/anything important to you?

nishio nishiki: is there anyone you hated at first but eventually came to like in your life?

tsukiyama shuu: have you ever spoken to someone in a language everyone knows you're not fluent in?

uta: have people ever told you you're two-faced?

hoito roma: have you ever faked ignorance so people would stop paying attention to you?

renji yomo: do you think you're the caring type of person?

yoshimura: do you know how to brew coffee?

naki: is there anyone you consider your role model in life?

eto: are you an easy-going person?

tatara: are you currently living in the same country in which you are born in?

nutcracker: do you believe your childhood shapes you?

takizawa seidou: are you afraid of death?

amon koutarou: have you ever been betrayed by someone you trusted deeply?

mado akira: are you particular about time?

suzuya juuzou: have you ever only realised someone is important to you after they're gone?

arima kishou: have you ever achieved anything you're proud of when you were young?

ginshi shirazu: do you think you're capable of shouldering huge responsibilities?

urie kuki: what is your goal in life?

mutsuki tooru: are you happy with the way you are now?

yonebayashi saiko: are you procrastinating while answering this question?

[ghjunmyeon-blog]

I want the K

kiss meme [closed]

5. firm kiss 

It was the weight of the CCG lifted from Junmyeon’s shoulders, made him feel a lot more freedom to do the things he wanted to. He was unbound by the tape keeping him from defending those still keeping him alive, to have his purpose of what he was fighting for.

The result of it became a newly awakened vulnerability that Kyungsoo had the unfortune, or fortune depending on who was looking at it, to witness. He felt guilty that his friend was left behind in his blind decision as he used those months of radio silence to settle into his new life, but he felt that it was necessary.

Not many agreed with his actions, he knew that was going to cause conflict between some, but his determination was too unshakable to be persuaded by their actions. Those ones who supported him, stood by him even after the fact his reasonings became more personal, were the ones Junmyeon knew he could keep close. He trusted them in a way that couldn’t be described. These were friends he could count on, who believed in him, and could believe that they wouldn’t question his actions.

Maybe it was these thoughts that were so strong in his mind that the alcohol drove him to a choice he wouldn’t usually make. After all the times he’s looked down at his friend’s heart-shaped lips he would be lying if he said he never thought about touching them.

Junmyeon cupped Kyungsoo’s face, leaning forward and knowing that he meant to go for the cheek but mind assuring him that his lips were just as good. This couldn’t even be played as an accident, lips so intent to make contact with the younger’s, as his pressed firmly against his.

“Thanks, for being there for me, Kyungsoo,” he said back at him with an appreciative smile, as if what he just did should be played off as water under the bridge. He slowly settled back in his seat, closing his eyes to at least rest them a little. Later. Later he’ll think about what he did.

[ghjunmyeon-blog]

*— in too soon

[ghbaekhyun-blog]

there’s something shady about this client.

the way he just keeps smiling smugly at him like this makes some of the alarm bells in baekhyun’s head go off. and it’s not the dangerous kind where everything inside him is screaming at him to run, but he knows there’s something not quite right with this guy.

he takes him upstairs anyway, though, just to get the confirmation when he’s pinned beneath the man’s strong grip, his hands already touching him everywhere, groping at every spot they can reach before baekhyun can even ask him what kind of service he wants.

and he just lets him go like this for a while, allowing the man to do whatever he wants as he reminds himself that he offered such a high price for a session with him; the old lady of the shop in particular enthusiastic about this.

but he still has to ask him, needs to know how to place every of his touches so he can do this well.

baekhyun regrets it immediately.

it’s still okay when the guy tells him he likes roleplays, loves slipping into a scenario away from fucking some kind of whore at a brothel but when he explains what kind of scenarios he enjoys playing out, baekhyun immediately feels like pulling the unbuttoned dress shirt back over his shoulders – and he could tell him he doesn’t do this, he’s allowed to have boundaries but at the same time he doesn’t have the luxury of having them. boundaries are not what will get him food onto the dinner table, but this guy will.

and, so, he has to play along with a sweet smile when the man even pulls out a blindfold to get his disgusting kidnapping and assault fantasy to be more real. at least, he didn’t ask for handcuffs or something. he has to let this bastard pull around at him harshly while listening to the sick words he’s whispering into his ears.

baekhyun knew that he’s a guy with weird kink right from the start.

they don’t get that far, though, baekhyun not even able to get himself or the other fully undressed as there’s an uncomfortably loud noise, the door being kicked open and he gasps, startled as his hands let off the other man’s pants to bring more space in between them, reaching up to pull the blindfold from his eyes as he sits up on the bed. “what the fuck—“, he says, staring at the guy who’s still standing at the door frame.

he seriously has no clue what’s going on, is even more confused when after the first moment of surprise his client almost immediately jumps off the bed, going for the men. or is he trying to get away? baekhyun doesn’t know what’s happening, but the guy seems to be from the police or something. like, how else would he be able to kick in a locked door that easily?

[ghjunmyeon-blog]

In those split seconds for Junmyeon to really take in the situation in front of him, he definitely knew that this was not a kidnapping attempt in the sense that he was used to seeing it. It wasn’t always that undressing was involved, and neither did the ‘victim’ have his hands on the perpetrator like he did. He should have noticed it before, did notice it before that this establishment was set up for certain services, and yet he disregarded that fact when his instincts told him that something suspicious was going on.

At this point, he wasn’t completely wrong. The fact that the target reacted quickly to Junmyeon’s sudden break in was evidence enough that the man was up to no good. Sure his entrance was quite unconventional, but at the moment, he didn’t pose any threat aside from exposing this encounter to anyone important (which, at the moment, he wouldn’t do because explaining his actions would turn out to be awkward as hell). But the man here saw Junmyeon as some sort of threat, which gave him more of a reason to not let him go.

His leg reached back to shut the door and deny him any kind of escape. The man jumped at him, but Junmyeon was quick to dodge out of the way and keep himself from being pinned. The man knew how to fight back, he could tell that much, getting a few punches in from his advantage, but Junmyeon had years of experience over him, managing to trip him onto the floor and knock him out before any other damage was done.

It came second again to realize that someone else was in the room with him once again, having time to fix himself up at least if he weren’t too shocked at what just went on. Shit though, that meant Junmyeon had a witness, and from his perspective, it might be hard to tell who worked on the side of good.

Junmyeon cleared his throat, dabbing at his lip with the back of his hand to notice a blotch of fresh blood against his skin, but nothing bad enough to render a bandage. Just what could he say back to him? He combed back his golden locks to get them back neatly into place. “Uh… sorry you had to see that. I didn’t expect for him to react the way he did.”

[ghjunmyeon-blog]

*— dear admirer (past)

[ghxseon-blog]

there was no use in tiptoeing about, especially in the midst of a semi-busy office of ghoul investigators, but seon couldn’t help but try to tread lightly as she navigated her way to her target’s desk. she’d only return amused greetings of colleagues with small waves or a tiny, embarrassed smile. (”seon? again? why don’t you go talk to him for once!” they would say, and she’d just quiver in her mary janes.) 

it’s juvenile, she knows, leaving boxed lunches on his desk without so much as a hint to her identity. everyone had been kind enough to keep it a secret–or at least, as far as she knew and she’d believe that they did if only to comfort herself–but it was probably because she looked like a junior high school student. no one out of high school should still be pulling off school girl crush gestures like this, but here she was, pink lunchbox at hand. inside it were carefully composed foods, both aesthetically pleasing to the eye and nutritionally balanced. 

kim junmyeon was a first class investigator after all–

“oh,” seon gasped quietly, pausing in the midst of her delivery to stare at the note. a fellow rank 2 investigator nudged her after a moment, offering a pad of paper and a pen with a wink–”this is your chance, seonie!” they said, and it took a considerable amount of restraint to stop herself from twitching.

“sorry! i can’t tell you… at least not yet! i’m shy, you know? but you eating them is thanks enough. i hope you like today’s lunch. finish it all! don’t leave the vegetables again please~”

[ghjunmyeon-blog]

Needless to say, a smile graced his face the moment the pink box was spotted upon his desk. His note was gone, but another one was placed on top of it, and he tried not to outright chuckle that his efforts have been put into good use.

Junmyeon read it before he was able to sit down, getting more knowing glances from his neighbors which confirmed his suspicions that they had an idea of who this admirer was. If they weren’t going to tell him, then his only conclusion was to keep passing notes until he had an idea.

Oh, she’s been noticing that he’d mostly eaten the meat. She? He didn’t want to discriminate, but the lunch was all too cute for any guy he knew to make.

As he sat back down, Junmyeon started to read through reports and begrudgingly wrote his own from his last assignment. As much as he liked being on the field as an investigator, the writing is what he looked forward to the least when details mattered the most.

At least he had a good meal to go with it. This time, he made sure not to leave any of the bigger pieces around, and stuck another note on the container for when they were going to pick it up.

“I ate it well. I look forward to your next meal, and I promise I won’t leave any scraps. ^^”

On another day, he decided to make it somewhat of a guessing game, if their admirer didn’t mind entertaining them to answer back again.

“Male or Female?”

[earthbled-blog]

blast from the past.

@ghjunmyeon 

as much as kyungsoo hates it, sometimes his childlike appearance can actually be good for something.

like this mission, for example. ccg had specifically assigned him on this one ghoul who is said to be targeting highschool students. he himself is now clad in a common korean highschool uniform, complete with a guitar case on his back to hide his quinque. “i have eyes on the target.” he mumbles into the mic of his earphones, eyes shifting around the premise with a disinterested look on his face ( truly the appearance of youth these days, he thinks ). “she seem to be conversing with someone. it is unknown whether he is another one of them.”

a static from the other side, followed by a “good, make sure you lure her to the designated point. i’ll take it over from there.”

“copy that.” 

it’s been almost like a daily occurrence lately–him taking up dangerous missions that require him to go undercover. with his recent promotion as a first rank investigator kyungsoo is more than eager to experience missions with higher difficulties than the ones he had as a junior before. he always loves a good challenge, even though the challenge might be the cause of his death. doe eyes root themselves onto a mop of red hair, only to notice the owner beginning to walk away. shit. he immediately pushed himself off the wall, movement almost frantic. 

“target is moving. i repeat, target is moving.” damn, can’t a mission go smoothly for once? “i suggest we move to plan b. she’s moving towards the opposite direction.” he shifts the guitar case on his back before taking off. he’s been on this case for almost a week now, there’s now way he’d let her go another time today.

but then, a flash of platinum hair shine almost like a beacon from his peripheral view. the person ( is it a he? ) doesn’t look anything remotely suspicious, but to his trained eyes kyungsoo knows that he is also following the ghoul he’s after. question is, who?

[ghjunmyeon-blog]

His research brought him to a school this time, almost painfully fitting for the m.o. this ghoul was known to have. For his time at the CCG, Junmyeon learned to follow his instinct and his feelings rather than what he read from a mere report that tended to take subjective writing out of it. It was about studying behavior patterns, when humans and sometimes ghouls’ habits were so painfully predictable one would think that Seoul was some glorified jungle, a dog-eat-dog world where all one had to do was figure out the hunting ground.

Of course high schoolers were susceptible, at that age where they feel like they run the world either by being those rebellious or broken down spirits from the way they looked at their studies. Someone mysterious who looked like they knew how to have fun would obviously get a curious and rather ignorant youth to follow them around, and then subsequently take them as food, or worse, playthings.

As the target moved, Junmyeon made sure not to leave her out of his sight. She looked like she was ready to strike, on the move for her next meal, and he wanted to prevent that from happening.

However, as he thought of it, he shouldn’t be the only one here. If the ghoul was on CCG records, he wondered if she garnered enough attention for her to be followed by them as well. His questions were answered the moment his eyes landed on a ‘music’ student who looked like he had more experience than the average teen.

Junmyeon’s eyes widening clearly gave him away, facial recognition at its finest, when he could discern the look of his former junior like the back of his hand. This was something that would work to his disadvantage while he was trying to be incognito.

So Junmyeon took out his cap again and slid it over his hair, attention back on the young woman, but moving to a safer location to prevent any more suspicion. He went with his instinct to look back at Kyungsoo again, unsure of himself if he wanted to be noticed himself or left alone.

[ghjunmyeon-blog]

*— what’s shakin’ bacon? (past)

[myklvaith-blog]

it begins as curiosity, as does all things; it lives because there is no answer to be found. eunjae finds himself staring, more often than not waiting for some grand death to happen and some new funeral to be held. there are always new ones every day, some more popular than others. death discriminates in the aftermath; some names are published and others reduced to numbers.

junmyeon doesn’t seem to be unremarkable enough to be reduced to a number in a death toll, but he seems too nice to be remarkable – a paradox, surely, that eunjae cannot figure out.

so he stares, and watches, and wonders how different it would be today and, if this is junmyeon’s last – the why and wherefore should be answered. but this isn’t, unfortunately, and eunjae blinks when he is addressed, as if unaware that junmyeon was conscious of the younger male’s attention.

“they’re not sweet enough,” he says as a joke, though his expression doesn’t shift. his hands remain in his pockets, head tilted to the side like an innocent child. “you’re not dead yet?”

[ghjunmyeon-blog]

Junmyeon wasn’t sure how to describe Eunjae, other than the fact that he made him both comfortable and uncomfortable at the same time. With him moving up in ranks, it was easy to have those younger lads to look up to him like the senior he was, nowhere as near as his father’s rank (at least for now it wasn’t), but still high enough to be granted the respect for his hard work.

The only uncomfortable part to this were his stares, like Eunjae was watching his every move for something to happen. CCTVs worked the same way, except they were a lot easier to ignore. Eunjae was a person, so he didn’t want to treat him like he did with some machine.

He blinked dumbfoundedly to his sudden question, then looked down at himself as he patted his body as if he was worried for looking a bit sickly. But as far as he was aware of himself, everything was peachy. “I’m still pretty much alive and kicking,” he replied with a chuckle, hoping to break some of the silence between them. “Is that your reasoning for coming so often, for my well being? If so, I might be telling you the same answer every day.”

[ghjunmyeon-blog]

kiss kiss fall in love ♡

Kiss Meme [closed]

21. Then there’s tongue

Junmyeon should really watch the expletives that leave his mouth when he was around Baekhyun, because while they were inappropriate by nature and definitely received comments about them from his friends, Baekhyun was not on that level to share the same courtesy. Once that ‘oh, fuck me’ left his lips, he could just feel his reply to that, a witty remark oozing from Baekhyun’s expression alone, and Junmyeon wasn’t going to have any of it.

Yes, the other’s comment was definitely expected when he would take every opportunity he could to attack Junmyeon with his words. He wasn’t sure what annoyed him most, just that it was so predictable, or that it was so easy to reach that tipping point of his patience with him, like pulling that last jenga block out that spilling everything over.

Junmyeon’s face fell dark in those few long seconds after his reply, and his hand slammed against the wall next to Baekhyun’s head, but not close enough to hit him accidentally. Sure he was fucking annoying, but he was above abusing in any form to keep someone quiet.

“I swear to god, could you just shut up,” he raised his voice with a hardened stare. It’s not often that people see this side of him, merely because no ally of his ever dared to try.

The tension was so think it could be cut with a butter knife.

What kind, he wasn’t sure of, but that look in Baekhyun’s eyes spoke levels in the silence between them. On one hand, Junmyeon wasn’t even sure why he still stuck around when their “conversations” would always lead to this. On the other hand, as his blood boiled and emotions ran high, Baekhyun, with the lack of his own restraint, looked very attractive right now. In the pit of his stomach churning seeing that look in his eyes, he hoped that he wasn’t wrong in thinking that a small bit of Baekhyun wanted this too.

Junmyeon crashed his lips against the other’s without another moment’s hesitation, and relief washed over him to know that the younger wasn’t resisting him too firmly to cause him to stop. The kiss escalated quickly, a hand cupping at his neck to press hard against Baekhyun, his tongue darting to his mouth with a mix of frustration and desperation. It’s intoxicating, so satisfying, hearing these sounds coming from him when the thought of Baekhyun not wanting to give him that satisfaction crossed his mind.  

It took him by surprise suddenly being tugged by his belt loops only to be pushed back onto the table. His legs parted enough for their hips to slot together, and the hard roll of Baekhyun’s caused a pleasant groan to escape him as he delved back into his mouth. He ground their hip again, and Junmyeon pressed back.

The roughness of it all, the raw feeling and the younger’s wandering hands, was bringing him to a high he’d never felt before, and Junmyeon wanted more. He pressed himself closer to the other, chest to chest, hip to hip, as he was pulled closer.

Junmyeon only parted when he needed air, breaths mingling together within their close proximity. He gripped at the other’s shirt, lips moving to the junction of his neck to nip at it.

“Do you know how much you’re adding to your debt here?” he heard the younger’s raspy voice above a whisper. He hated the way his body shivered.

Great. Baekhyun just had to open his mouth again. Adrenaline rose in his veins, pushing his blood southward. He sighed loudly, gave into his impulse and used his burst of strength to flip their positions, leaving Baekhyun facing the table while Junmyeon pressed himself behind him.

“Don’t make me gag you,” he warned, hand resting against his lower stomach, slipping past the waistband of his pants from impatience. He figured he could take another kink comment if that meant keeping the younger from speaking even more, although cupping and squeezing his cock seemed to be a better alternative to hear him moan.

Despite Junmyeon’s words about being fucked, he was more looking forward to make Baekhyun forget his own name as he tugged the rest of his pants down.

[ghjunmyeon-blog]

I want the K

Kiss Meme

15. Kiss in the Rain

“Wait, hey Eunjae!”

Just what kind of person would walk without an umbrella in the rain? Jackets were used to keep warm, but defeats the purpose when when they were soaked with water. There were other things he had concerns about, but that seemed the least of Eunjae’s problems. The young man was strange indeed.

Junmyeon took a hold of his umbrella and jogged over to the other. He hated walking on tile, less friction for their shoes to get a grip on, made it easier for those flat soles to slip.

He should have known that, had it in the back of his head actually, but lesser judgement got a hold of his consciousness. Nooo, it wasn’t going to happen this time, he was more careful than that.

But that’s what happens when overconfidence hits.

The sole of his shoe slipped from the lack of surface area, and he could feel himself losing his balance faster than he could recover. His arms flailed right at his side, and the only thing within grabbing distance was Eunjae himself. It was without thinking, hoping that he could stay upright, but as his hand tugged on Eunjae’s arm unexpectedly, he inadvertently took him down with him.

Or more like pulled him closer fast enough that their heads bumped into each other and their lips briefly touched. The momentum made Junmyeon slip only for his ass to hit the wet floor first and Eujuae falling on top of him. The other’s knee hit against his leg and his head bumped against his chin. The umbrella clacked and fell out of his reach.

The back of his head rested against the tile, groaning at his pain in almost every part of his body with furrowed brows. “Ow… fuck…”

Well so much for keeping dry.

[veriloquentmind]

‘how are you bread’ teaser

[ghjunmyeon-blog]

'I want the k'

Kiss Meme

2. Cheek Kiss

Cutting ties with almost everyone when he left the CCG turned out to be an advantage and disadvantage. He was able to settle into his new lifestyle easily, moving to a new ward in hopes of not being followed, and doing his own research with the help of some close and trusted friends.

He was able to pursue his targeted individuals easily, although the lingering guilt followed if his contacts from his past caught word of his obsession.

But they didn’t need to know.

In those few months, he missed those friends he made, stared at his old phone and wondered just how many unread messages piled up from his negligence. Friends like Joohyun who welcomed him back into their lives were the ones meant to keep close, to cherish, and appreciate. Sitting next to her at the bar and a few bottles in, he decided on showing her his gratitude.

The conversations of the evening ranged from catching up with current events to overdue invitations to activities that they once enjoyed together. Continuous shots of soju clouded his inhibitions further and he fell back to his habits of complimenting her paired with his disarming smiles.

At one point when he looked at the other patrons, he noticed them looking at his company with interest. Giving her a quick heads up, Junmyeon took it upon himself, or more like he wanted to show off really, to lean closer to press a kiss onto her cheek and crush any idea those patrons had.

Any surprise from the action left him laughing sheepishly despite his boldness. With their friendship, there were lines he was weary of crossing, not wanting to ruin what they had.

“Sorry, that’s the alcohol,” he attempted to excuse himself, settling back into his seat.

He cleared his throat, looking down to his shot glass, but placed it away from himself. Slowing down would be a good idea in case he’d get even more daring, and continued on with their current conversation.

[ghjunmyeon-blog]

For: @yixgh

Kiss Meme

8. Eyelid Kiss

Little would he know that he would continue his brother’s tradition, but the young woman appeared in his life almost in the same manner as she did with Junsu’s. Except, well, in his case, the first time she met him, she had confused him for his brother. Something had compelled to help her, so she became a regular occurrence for him to offer food to when she had no other alternative.

Whenever he saw Yiyang, there was a mix of emotions. Relief, remembrance, sentiments, mistaken identity, and sadness. Junmyeon was not Junsu, but for as much as he wanted to separate himself from the association, old habits were indeed difficult to break. With twenty-five years of building it, connecting it in ways that only kinship and living together could offer, they connected to each other too closely. Perhaps that was their demise when was impossible now to be his own separate entity.

When he spent time with Yiyang, there was so much sympathy for her, so much of his brother that he saw in her. Unfortunately, Yiyang seemed to have the same problem.

But he still wanted to keep her healthy in his own way. Junmyeon didn’t have the heart to turn her away after he found out what his brother had been doing for her. In his efforts, he’s tried to remind her that he wasn’t Junsu, but the success of that always varied. Every time, something took his heart and squeezed it.

Their meeting was cut short, sending her off again when he had something to do.

“Have a good evening, Yiyang.”

Junmyeon leaned forward, cradling her head to leave a kiss right below her brow. He smiled back to her, one gentle and protective when she was too young for her eyes to experience the ugliness that existed in this world.

[ghjunmyeon-blog]

*— accidents happen

Truthfully, while still a bit random to watch people dance on their own without music (he didn’t judge too much when these were public spaces anyway), it was interesting and a little enlightening to see how the human body can move so gracefully. The way that they could stand on their toes for extended periods, or the fact that they stretch not only their arms, but point their hands to make them look longer than they actually are.

Junmyeon had no such talent, wired with two left feet if anyone asked him. None of his moves ever came out sexy or graceful; it was more of an embarrassment than anything. But just like any ordinary person, there was bound to be a mistake somewhere down the line.

He also flinched the moment he saw it happen. Something about the way her foot bent also sent signals down his leg when he’s experienced it many times himself. But she hadn’t stood up yet, and he couldn’t just stand around and continue passing by when she looked like she was in distress.

Although, the dog might pose a problem if it saw Junmyeon as some kind of threat. Due to what it was wearing, it was easy to indicate that it was a service dog, and therefore could assume that it wouldn’t try to bark him away. That was what he hoped anyway when those kinds of dogs were trained to be nice and stuff.

Just what kind of disability did she have he wondered, well, aside from the injury acquired now. He took his chances and walked closer. “Are you alright, miss? Do you need help?”

@ghbillie