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jung hae jin / 25 / move tutor

[hchwayoon-deactivated20180421]

All Grown Up | Closed

[hchaejin-blog]

hchwayoon:

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“Haejin! It’s Hwayoon! How’ve you been?” She smiled as she greeted the male over the phone.

his phone rings in the middle of cleaning -- passimian flits around the apartment with a duster in hand while pancham tries to man the vacuum. poliwrath, from the couch, supervises as primeape tries to pick up full garbage bags with clenched fists. in the corner, granbull naps, snoring from time to time, yelping when his dream goes awry until he wakes himself up for a second only to sleep again.  

haejin, though, urged by the phone, finds an escape through the balcony, shuts the door and the scandal indoors becomes a muffled, dull sound, and he's able to answer the phone. the air does him good, he drinks it in, lets the sun bathe him enough that he wonders, for a moment, where his tan has gone.

"this is haejin, hello," he says before recognition strikes -- his lips pull into a smile, his eyes thin. memories of tyson flicker in his thoughts, wedge themselves into focus until he's daydreaming of him. his heart races at the thought of seeing him again. "hwayoon -- hwayoon, how is tyson? i'm good, but does he remember me -- does he ask about me?! how are you? "

[hckitae]

contest coach. Kitae and Haejin~

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hckitae:

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Did Kitae admire how much Haejin was willing to step outside the boundaries? Of course, the boy himself did the same thing and won a cuteness contest in a Speedo. What wasn’t to admire about Haejin with that? Kitae did always have a thing for the oddballs.”Okay…well. I’m not saying that wasn’t great- but is there anyway you can make breaking this board…more pretty?” He struggled to keep his positive voice, his pen rapidly tapping against the clipboard. Did it help that Haejin decided to do all of this without a shirt on? Well- it was a no and a hell yes from Kitae at the same time.

"but it is pretty -- didn't you see? we had perfect form and everything." and his voice trails off, dwindles as he wonders, as much as a guy like haejin can wonder, what he could be doing wrong. the notion that strength isn't beauty, or, rather, that his demonstration of power isn't pretty enough, isn't charming, glimmering in the right spaces, is far from new. he's heard it every time he's approached a contest hall with primeape in tow -- both of them in matching bowties.

it's kitae that makes him doubt: if someone as revered as him, successful as he is, respected, even, finds him a lost cause, then haejin is sure he's doomed to that fate. that he's tethered to an inevitable loss, that even entry into a contest would be a wasted effort given the eventual defeat that promises to shatter not just his ego, but primeape's, too. yet, when haejin glances over at his pokemon, the cream fur, the gangly limbs with fists attached and the fixed anger of his eyes, he's struck with love and admiration.

haejin stands, determined, again, to demonstrate to the world that primeape, of all pokemon, is beautiful and stunning, alluring in ways they cannot name. he looks down at himself, the shine of sweat that gathers at his stomach -- inspiration strikes quick and heated like lightning.

"we need oil," he announces, "we need to oil ourselves up so we shine -- then people can see all the muscles we're using to break the bricks! people have to know, kitae! people have to know what goes into breaking the bricks. i mean, you don't see it until we shine -- we have to perform like bodybuilders!"

[hchaejin-blog]

hcsoohan:

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“ well, you’re in luck haejin-ssi.” soohan says, placing two bowls of rice on the table, and signaling for the two to join him at the table once more. “ we still have a ton of food, and since the rice is done you growing boys can eat some more.” though he’s pretty sure pancham is the only one who was doing anything growing. “ did you two not eat today ? were you too busy training ?”

"we ate," he tells him, making a place for himself at the table, "we just didn't eat enough, i guess. we just eat a lot. pancham especially. me? sometimes i won't even eat for days, it's, like, crazy."

and that's a lie: even for his size, pancham eats a normal amount of food. it's haejin that devours his meals, it's haejin that packs on more proteins than he should be getting -- for gains, he'll tell people, for growth, for muscle, but he knows, deep down, it's only for pleasure.

he thinks to tell soohan this, confessing his flaws like he sees in movies. men, struck by the warm lightning of love, laying on all their cards on the table, exposing every wound, the tragic past billowing behind them. haejin sighs, leans forward. he puts both elbows on the table and fits his face on his hands, looks to soohan and wonders how someone as pretty as him can be just as smart, just as creative, and he realizes, then, that life isn't fair. it's a titled affair: soohan benefits more than others, not that haejin minds -- not one bit. not when soohan is so close and he can gaze and sigh and know, on some level, that this entire meeting had been destined, crafted by a hand above him -- as if he were a character in a story, some off-colored play about love and lust and the mystery of its origins.

the security of it lets him breathe, and haejin, soothed by his discovery, picks up chopsticks, begins to shovel food into his mouth.

"can you make him a leather jacket like mine," he asks, mouth full of rice, "i want him to match me." he pauses, chews, swallows -- the process repeats. "have you seen me with it on? i look, like, totally cool. like, i know you can't bone yourself, but if i saw myself walking down the street with it on i'd be like, damn, what a fly dude. no homo, though."  

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PICTURES !

@hcsooyoung​

two weeks after they break up, unable to call her for a ride, and unable to hound her friends for one, either, he decides to to take the trip himself.

the trains take two hours, though it's mostly because he boards the wrong one at first, and when he boards the right one, he misses his stop after napping for too long. then comes the taxi, then comes the walk, until, finally, with a light jog he arrives at the familiar place.

he thinks to knock, really does, but he figures that she's seen him naked and he's seen her naked, which gives him permission to press incessantly at her buzzer with his free finger. a bag dangles from his other hand, sways as shifts his weight from foot to foot, his impatience infectious.

"sooyoung!" he yells in between doorbell rings, loud enough so, if she were visiting a neighbor, she could still hear him calling, "sooyoung, my mom made you some food!"

[hchaejin-blog]

HIS MANNERS !

@hcsoohan

that day it rains.

haejin sits on the rug where the blue from outside merges with the warm glow of the apartment, cool white slipping into gold. short legs stretch out in front of him, slices of his tanned thigh peeking through the rips in his jeans. he'd meant to wear his nicest ones, dark with no sign of wear, only clean lines running along the sides, but an unfortunate and rushed encounter with yogurt had left them splattered and impressionable in all the wrong ways.

"it's really hard to have pancham around because he doesn't want to be in a pokeball, and i don't want to force him, so i always have to find someone to watch him..."

and his voice trails off, like steps losing their direction, because his stomach growls and he remembers how much he's eaten, how much he’s yet to eat -- how much he wants to eat.

"sorry about all the food," he says, lays back to rest his head against the floor, listening to pancham and gwen in the corner, "we're growing boys."

[hchaejin-blog]

hey y’all... doing a little intro post ! i play dumb haejin and u can read about him here ! i’m on discord (er#3913) and twitter (@timdrakeee) so if you want to plot there i’m down with that ,, below are some little ideas and a little blurb to get the plot thing flowing if you’re interested

a summary of haejin: he’s just really dumb...

he calls his pokemon “the boys” and he’s working to get matching jackets for them.. they’re all male pokemon and he thinks they’re beatiful

his beauty ranking scale: primeape > the rest of his pokemon > other people’s pokemon

he’s really into water pokemon and fighting pokemon, but only trains the latter for himself because he’s kinda creeped about pokemon who don’t stand regularly on two feet

he really misses jeju island and his mom so he calls her a lot and tries to find pokemon like the ones back home

exclusively owns ugly pokemon (pancham ((thanks jas)) is the exception, but he has his evolution on his mind)

really into battling for the exercise not the actual battling, yet he’s weirdly competitive 

he’s kinda old but gets mad when u mention his balding forehead, hence his hats

really into swimming and racing water pokemon.. racing most pokemon tbh 

some plots i really want for him are: 

people he wants to impress for no reason... he just wants praise and feels lonely

people with pokemon he tutors!! he’s a really good tutor since he basically just hangs out with his pokemon... he vibes well with them

people with ugly pokemon who he talks to for the sole reason of hanging out with the ugly pokemon

people who think his pokemon are cute

contest goers who have seen him be rejected whenever he tries to enter his primeape in beauty contests 

desperately looking for an ex plot for him, like, recent ex... like weeks... maybe days... maybe a month... they just broke up 

smart people who can act like his foil... he’s gonna try to teach them a few things about that

other airheads he can get into trouble with.... fellow people who smash beer cans on their huge forehead 

any other ideas please tell me... i’m just getting started... support haejin and the boys

[jbssi]

an excited and nervous mushroom going to the jungle