WITH THE SKY AS MY ROOF

jongin, twenty one, vagabond street dancer & magician hanging on by a thread

[hdxjongin]

note;

hi hello oh no. please don't hate me you guys. i've got a wicked amount of work right now and a properly miserable cold. so i'm taking a hiatus. i'll be around to post here and there but probably not too regularly. if we're doing a thread or i'm supposed to start for you please please pretty please reply to this or drop me a message- i have a list but all backup is good ! don't want to forget anyone ;] 

xoxo love you guys ~ 

[hdxjongin]

ooc;

hey guys ;-; im so sorry for being the slowest of slow people right now! work has been so busy, sigh, and this weekend i just felt like total crap. its monday so don't count on replies because i work fOREVER on mondays and student teach right after. but expect a flood of paras from me on tuesday ok! so if you want to get added to my ever-growing list, like this or message me and we can plot. or i can just fling something random at you, whatever you like !!!

[hdxjongin]

‟-- out of the cold | kji&&lyj

The cover of thick, dark clouds cast a shadow over the boy as he spun through the final stages of his dance, largely improvised to the beat radiating from tinny, shitty speakers- an ancient iPod plugged in to the top of them betrayed his lack of funding, so to speak. The darkening sky threw a sharp contrast to the line of his cheekbones, the cut of his jaw, the hollows of his cheeks, illuminating a certain gauntness that didn’t belong on formerly rounded features. His shoulders slumped weary as he came to a halt, the tiny crowd around him dispersing in moments as he bent to scoop his snapback up off the ground, flicking quickly through bills and coins, tucking them away in his pockets. The humidity in the air weighed heavy against him, left him slightly stooped beneath the weight of his backpack as he winced an eye closed, hefted it up against his shoulders. Long fingers swept fast through dark hair, tugging the strands properly into place as the wind whipped them into disarray. It was fighting a losing battle, and he quickly focused his energies on finding a place to shelter for the night, rounding a corner to find a familiar alleyway, swept clean by the compulsive shop keep and largely shielded from the elements by the buildings that loomed high on either side. It wasn’t the most posh of places, frankly, but it was better than nothing, better than lying out on the sidewalk to let the rain pound against his face. He’d probably also get arrested for that one, or at least prodded at by an angry ahjumma. So he was in the process of readying his alley-way-bed when the sound of footsteps stopping behind him had him turning to find a decidedly pretty girl, one that he recognized in passing from the group of people that had been watching him before. A distinct sense of awkwardness set in, and his face arranged in the sort of tentative grin a child caught with their hand stuck in the cookie jar might produce, biting at the corner of his lip as he exhaled. “Uh, hi, can I help you?” he offered, his voice cracking in the middle, like the cosmos had specifically aligned to create the most awkward situation possible as he let his toes curl in his sneakers, nose crinkling at the bridge.

[hdxjunie-deactivated20141001]

✻ ( temporary haven ) ; jongin + junhee

"Jongin!"

[hdxjongin]

Jongin had few things to look forward to in a world that was dotted with way too few showers, worries about the weather, a constant struggle to keep himself fed. He had small things that he clung on to in the interest of reassuring himself- an ahjumma that let him have a little extra ddeokbokki, a shop owner that gave him a hefty discount, or even another street performer who shoved some extra earnings his way. There were so many disinterested and cruel people in the world that these spots of brightness shone in his memory, kept him returning time and again to these familiar faces. In today’s case it was Junhee, the bright eyed, wavy haired girl that manned the 7/11, cut him deals on the little wrapped up kimbap or sat at the small counter to eat ramen with him. She talked to him like he was someone worth listening too, like he was something more than a pathetic freak who slept on the streets. She didn’t shower him in pity, instead quietly helping him out and treating him like a friend. It had him returning on the regular, shuffling in to poke his head through the door with a quick grin, like he was always a little unsure of his welcome. The other’s voice lilted musical, traveling to his ears on an airy breath and prompting him to push inside the door fully. “Hey Junhee, hows work?” he questioned with a lopsided grin, lips pulling into a crooked smile as he ducked his head, swept his fingers through shaggy bangs and let his backpack slide off his shoulder. He leaned in against the counter, elbows propped against the laminate as he glanced across at her, eyes creasing as he smiled. “Looks pretty slow today.”

[xhdxjoohyun-deactivated20141018]

—kick it off

"So uh, hi again. Please erase that from your mind forever.” she decided in a joke, flashed him a quick smile. 

[hdxjongin]

Jongin had spent the night crashing on a sort-of-acquaintance’s house, curled up on the couch under a mound of blankets, freshly cleaned and all his clothes laundered and really, it was the small kindnesses that people offered him that made all the difference. There was a short list of people who would let him into their homes at a moment’s notice, and plenty that had offered to let him stay for longer, but a misplaced sense of pride wouldn’t allow him to take them up on the offer. He had a new shirt on his back though, a hand me down he’d traded out for thanks to the kindness of his friend. The sun was high in the sky, warm on already deeply tanned skin, flushed a little bit red over his cheeks and nose. There was a slope of green grass shaded by a leafy green tree that sat on a hill just beside a skatepark, and that was his destination for the day, laying out against the ground with a groan as he flopped down into place. He stretched out long, hands reaching up above his head, his backpack leaned up against the tree trunk beside him. There was the distant chatter of teenagers, the scrape of wheels against the pavement, the rustle of wind through brilliantly colored leaves. It was peaceful and for the moment Jongin was nothing but content. The flash of pink at the corner of his vision brightened his mood a little more, had him pushing up onto his elbows to follow the source. It was Joohyun, and while he barely knew the other he knew she was attractive and at twenty-one years old that was more than enough to have his interest piqued. He pushed himself upright to watch her movements, sliding down the ramp and clattering against the ground, prompting him to his feet. “Are you alright?” he laughed out as the other clambered her way upwards, frowning and brushing at her shirt, a quick smile that had him returning an indolent smirk in return. “Noona, you should pick a hobby that won’t mess up your pretty face,” he drawled with a joking lilt to his tone, nose wrinkling as he cracked up at how cheesy he sounded, unable to keep up the suave aura he’d been mischievously portraying. He let his face fall into something more average, less affected, leaning back on his palms. “Take a break and hang out with me, I’m bored,” he demanded amiably, one brow lifting to display it was, in fact, a suggestion.

[hdxjongin]

--ʙᴀʙʏ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄʀʏ | kji x bbh

It was a quiet evening, the breeze cool as it cut through heavy air, thick with a blanket of humidity that left Jongin feeling sticky and uncomfortable. It was better, he supposed, than the frigid fingers of fall that snuck beneath threadbare clothes to coat him in ice. He would take the lesser of two evils on that count, frankly. Besides, he liked nights like this, his bag slung over his shoulders and his feet dragging along the streets, clumps of people dotting storefronts and stalls and the sidewalk to chat.

He glanced somewhat wistfully at those people when he passed, gaze lingering quietly over smiling faces. Jongin was fundamentally lonely these days, ghosting along the streets unseen, unbothered, unwanted. It was not a new face to his life honestly, and it didn’t drag him into fits of existential angst. Some people just had shittier lots in life, and his had not been so great so far. But he ate mostly regularly and there were ahjumma that offered him small kindnesses, a couple extra hours in a shop during a storm, a discount here and there. Really it could all be a lot worse. Some days, he wouldn’t lie, he was prone to moping and grumbling and the sort of angst that surrounded all just-past-teenaged boys but no one was immune to a good sulk every now and then. He was practically rolling in cash tonight, however, had made enough dancing that day to facilitate a trip to a restaurant and maybe a few hours of a nap in a DVD bang.

But his journey two blocks over was interrupted by the figure of a boy ahead of him- small and pale and collapsing to the ground quite suddenly, mid step. It caught him off guard, and before he could process the occurrence his feet were in motion, bringing him kneeling at the other’s side as the stranger seized against the ground. He had next to no idea what to do when someone had a seizure, and instead bit at the side of his lip, nervously patting at the other’s head, gentle movements as he cleaned the edge of the boy’s lips with the hem of his shirt, blanching in panic as the other slowly came to a halt.

He stared with baited breath, a sigh of relief as the other’s eyes flickered open, a grin spreading fast over his cheeks. “Hi, um, something seemed to have happened? To you?” he began eloquently, brows furrowing again in concern. “Are you alright? I didn’t, uh, I didn’t know what to do so I just kind of…lurked here like a useless lump.” He admitted it with a sheepish lap, patting awkwardly at the other’s shoulder, gentle in the hopes that he wouldn’t hurt the other but would, perhaps, offer him some comfort.

[hdxchanshik]

Before The Dawn | KJI & GCS

Sitting right there, with pebbles digging into a generous posterior, he ruefully brushed fingertips against the skin of the affected body part, hissing in pain at the result. Wonderful.

[hdxjongin]

Jongin had a decided routine. You sort of needed one, in a situation like his. He knew the ins and outs of Hongdae at this point, having been given ample time to explore the area. Necessity mandated an understanding of the parks and nooks and crannies, alleyways and overhangs, 24/7 establishments with cheap food and understanding owners, anything that gave him the chance to rest for a minute or two. One of his favorite spots was a quiet patch of grass, trampled down by time and worn to a soft flat, plush surface that was somewhat hidden by the bushes lining the path, a tree hanging over the area to provide him a modicum of shelter. This was his favorite place to sleep in the summer months, on warmer days. It became miserable as the days turned colder but it was still, at least, slightly out of the way of prying eyes, ahjumma who would shake him away and insist that he leave.

  It was here that he slumbered as dawn crept over the horizon, curled tight on himself and wrapped in his winter coat, threadbare as it was. At least, until the rush of birds and the thump of feet pulled him awake- he was a light sleeper now, when once he could have slept through the end of the world. He peeked up over the edges of the hedge to see a slender, tall figure thumping along the path and was readying himself to lean back against the grass and grab a few more minutes of sleep when he heard the rhythmic thump of the other’s steps falter, the scrape of gravel on sneakers and a quiet curse.

  He poked his head up over the hedge to find that the boy had taken a dive, apparently, clutching at his ankle and wincing, hissing with the pain. His brows pulled into concern, furrowed intently as he examined the situation, clambered out of the bushes to crouch beside the other. “Looks like a nasty fall,” he noted conversationally, gaze sweeping the situation, eying his ankle critically. “Can I take a look?” 

[sgninna]

remap the soul; *— kji & pjy

"you’re really talented."

[hdxjongin]

The first thing Jongin sees as he slides to a halt, chest heaving and his temples sweaty, is a girl. More accurately, its her eyes. They’re carefully and precisely lined, accentuating their shape, a sort of slanted, feline appearance that he finds instantly intriguing. She’s watching him intently, interestedly- really looking at him. Its been a long, long time since anyone paid real attention to him. Being homeless will do that to a kid.

Generally people look through him. Maybe that’s why he’s clung to dance for so long, clung to performance to bring in money. But what else could he do? He had no address to put on applications, no references and no support system. Hell, he didn’t even have more than three shirts to his name- how was he supposed to afford something like work clothes? He couldn’t even apply for a credit card.

So he danced instead, like that would ever break him out of the vicious cycle of homelessness and poverty, like that could even begin to bring him answers. It might not find him his way in life, but it gave him comfort and clarity, in those moments that he spent giving himself over to the music. But she’s looking at him like he’s a person, someone worthy of admiration even, smiling quietly and pushing a fistful of (much needed) bills into his snapback, something that lights him up in a sheepish grin.

“Thanks. But I mean, you don’t have to give me that much,” he states with a lopsided grin, nose crinkling slightly at the bridge as he ducks his head, bends to snag his backpack, a soft grunt as he slings it onto his shoulder. He scoops the cap up off the ground next, blinking over at the other, a quick glance over her. She has impeccable posture, sleek hair, well muscled but slender. “You dance too?”

[shinwoos]

[hdxjongin]

&&--tracking.

waiting

(x) taemin (x) gayoon

writing

(x) baekhyun (starter) (x) jiyeon (reply) (x) chanshik (reply)

plotting

many people, but not enough :3 my aim is haru.day and if you already added me im sorry but i had to change it because aim for mac is being a boob ;-; so please add me again and lets plot and if i forgot i was writing something for you i'm so sorry! work has been a mess lately. stay in college forever you guys. also i have a plot page on the way so stay tuned <3.

[hdxjongin]

look at all these bright and shiny new faces, how exciting ! i'm actually at work right now (glamorous secretary life over here thank you graduate school for being expensive) so i can't invade your ask boxes- but please please like this or drop me a message and i will be so so happy to cook up some mischief with you guys ! :3 ~ welcome everyone ~ 

[hdxjongin]

✘-- pretty boy | kji&&ltm

Sometimes Jongin resorted to less than moral tactics in his search to survive storms, cold weather. It was hard, living on the street. It was hard having nowhere to go when the wind cut through threadbare clothes, when a sudden rainstorm kicked up and drenched him, left him frigid. It wasn’t like he had a shower or a clothes-dryer or even a change of clothing, for that matter. Sometimes he made enough to get a pack of kimbap from the corner store and sleep in a PC bang, but when he came up a little short he resorted to the clubs.

  There were a lot of them in Hongdae, all over the place. And they were full of people interested in a one night stand- especially with an exotically handsome half-foreign looking kid. It helped that he stayed sort of rugged, sort of constantly tanned and weathered from the elements.  So he played it up, spun his way through smoky rooms until he landed on someone liable to take him home for the night, always claiming he was a tourist or that his apartment was ages away or that his roommate was a weirdo. It wasn’t moral and it wasn’t dignified but Jongin had stopped caring much about that sort of thing a long time ago.

  It was hit or miss though. Sometimes people ended up way, way weirder than they looked. Taemin had been one of those- but in a surprising way. He’d let him stay through the next day when a monsoon blew through, let him look at his paintings and take a shower. They’d made fried rice and dumplings and watched every Fast and Furious movie and, a few days later, they’d repeated the experience. And then again. And then again. It had turned into a sort of routine by now, to the point that Jongin was secretly-sort-of-banking on one night of comfortable sleep a week, and it had really picked his mood up a lot.

  They’d arranged to meet for coffee and Jongin had danced himself silly and snuck into a sauna for a shower to prepare for that eventuality, having saved up enough to treat the both of them assuming Taemin’s tastes weren’t too extravagant (but frankly he was willing to bet it would be black, bitter coffee, to suit the other’s prickly personality).  He slid his way into the seat across from a bright eyed, blonde haired boy, lips pulling into a wide and beaming grin, flashing white against tanned skin. “Hey kitten, how’s it going?” he hummed out curious, beckoned the waitress over and instructed the boy to order, followed suit before he turned back to the other. “Come up with your latest and greatest masterpiece yet?”

[hdxjongin]

-got a friend in me | kji&&sgy

It was probably weird for him to know her name, but he told himself it wasn’t. She wore a nametag, sometimes. Other patrons – regulars- called her by name. Jongin wasn’t a regular- he was a weirdo. He didn’t have the disposable income to be a regular, honestly, but he’d come in once when it had been storming, tucked himself in the corner and ordered the hottest of all hot teas. He’d nursed that tiny drink for a good four and a half hours before he dozed off, and she’d only shaken him gently awake when it was time to close. A lot of shop owners would have been decidedly less kind to a scruffy, obviously dirt poor scrap of a kid, but she had let him stay and that meant something.

He’d stopped by once or twice after that to actually order something, out of some odd desire to repay her. But it had been immediately clear that Gayoon needed something else- needed a pick me up. And maybe Jongin needed to feel like he could help someone, wanted to feel like he could make a difference, or a connection, however small. That was when he’d started leaving post-it notes. He didn’t bother buying drinks he couldn’t afford or lurking around the establishment, just popped in to stick a few reassuring notes and carefully scribbled drawings onto the brightly colored paper, leaving them stuck to the message board before he ghosted away, back onto the streets.  That was what he was doing presently, a scrap of bright blue clutched in his left fist, his cheeks wind-burned and red and his hair a tousled mess from the wind as he shuffled to the little message board, glancing around quick before he smoothed it into place.

 He paused to admire his handiwork- a drawing of a dog with floppy ears emerging from a teacup announcing ‘you’re the best!’ in a cheerful speech bubble. Jongin turned to leave when he felt the weight of a hand on his shoulder, turning to glance over his shoulder, coming eye to eye with the diminutive owner, a strangled squawk in the back of his throat as he stammered a belated “H-hi-hey?”

[hdxjongin]

hello everyone :3 i'm new along with like 95% of you and this rp looks lovely and lets all plot together please and thank you. jongin is a pretty huge loser but i promise he's fun to talk to ok, please feed him he's a hungry puppy. i have aim and skype and also you can message me here (look at all those options! you have no excuse~~) or something if you want to plot or chat ~!

[jjangah]

[nc2t]

[hdxjongin]

jongin is doing his best, these days, to blend in with the crowd. skulking around hongdae works well as its the center of the youthful nightlife in the city, home to college students and the like. not to mention there are many 24/7 establishments that don't mind a scruffy haired boy camping out in the corner into the wee hours of the night.

[pandreos]

[hdxjongin]

jongin has always been (and probably will always be) a little haphazard. scruffy, sweet, and thoroughly overeager.