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"O will I live to be the ruler of life, and not a slave. lee taemin, twenty-three year old software developer.

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[hdxstephanie]

NAILED IT | Taemin & Stephanie

✉ OUTGOING MESSAGE: -- Image sent -- ✉ OUTGOING MESSAGE: Yay or nay? ✉ CLYDE [ 25.11.14 - 09:43PM ] YAY ✉ CLYDE [ 25.11.14 - 09:43PM ] DEFINITELY YAY ✉ CLYDE [ 25.11.14 - 09:43PM ] I am so totally awake right now ✉ CLYDE [ 25.11.14 - 09:44PM ] I told you you'd suit the dress ✉ CLYDE [ 25.11.14 - 09:44PM ] I have such great taste ✉ CLYDE [ 25.11.14 - 10:01PM ] I almost don't mind that you woke me ✉ CLYDE [ 25.11.14 - 10:01PM ] Before 8am ✉ CLYDE [ 25.11.14 - 10:02PM ] On my fucking day off ✉ CLYDE [ 25.11.14 - 10:02PM ] Now I'm gonna go pee ✉ CLYDE [ 25.11.14 - 10:02PM ] And maybe jack off ✉ CLYDE [ 25.11.14 - 10:03PM ] Kidding. Maybe. Who knows :) ✉ CLYDE [ 25.11.14 - 10:04PM ] Remember, child: chicks before dicks ✉ CLYDE [ 25.11.14 - 10:04PM ] And if you get lucky tonight ✉ CLYDE [ 25.11.14 - 10:04PM ] You probably won't coz you hella ugly ✉ CLYDE [ 25.11.14 - 10:04PM ] Remember to use protection

Stephanie looked over her reflection in the mirror, turning herself left and right to catch herself at different angles. She had been having second thoughts about the dress; when she’d pulled it out of the box last — "You are gonna suit this, Steph. I’m telling you." — the short length and low neckline had been nothing short of worrying. It had been left hanging on her door, and Stephanie had no idea when — or if — she’d ever wear it. But Hyunsu had been so adamant, so persistent and had pestered her for days to at least try the damn thing on.

But the moment she looked over herself in the mirror, her opinion instantly changed. Her legs looked longer, her not-as-full-as-I’d-like chest given a great boost, her ass looking rounder and fuller. "Well I’ll be damned," she said, letting out an airy chuckle, running her fingers through her hair. Stephanie slung her bag over her shoulder, slipping her shoes on as she checked over herself one last time. She shrugged. "Good enough."

After locking her door, the click-clack of Stephanie’s high heels echoed through the hallway of her apartment building, and led into the elevator. She hummed softly as it made its way down, wondering if going clubbing on a Tuesday was really such a good idea.

[hdxleetaemin]

It's the small victories, Taemin reminded himself, eyes resting on the screen in front of him in a blank, emotionless stare. A seemingly infinite number of windows and tabs stared back at him and all seemed to vie for his attention, but his focus remained firmly directed at his inbox and the mail that had appeared there only a few minutes ago. The project he'd been working on for the past couple of months was nearing its end, and his job as its developer was almost completely done -- and he reckoned that was probably why his boss' characteristically stiff and formal writing was staring back at him from the screen, the words -- "and thus, you have tomorrow off" -- seeming to echo endlessly in his head. It felt more like a test than a reward, and he considered himself insightful enough to trust his gut instinct on that one. But as for what the test was meant to check, Taemin was at a loss. After a few more minutes of contemplative glaring at his laptop screen, he reached over to shut the lid, breathing out a sigh into the quiet apartment.

"Might as well make the most of it." 

Making the most of it turned out to mean blaring the latest Billboard hits as loud as he could while shimmying in and out of the bathroom, hands clutching an assortment of makeup supplies to his chest as he slowly but surely fixed himself up for a spontaneous evening out. Tuesday or not, he knew the city well enough to know there'd be at least a few parties and clubs lively enough to entertain him, and he intended to enjoy his night out as much as possible.

When he finally hopped out of his cab where it had stopped outside the club, Taemin was already a bit tipsy. A few glasses of wine while getting ready was customary at this point, and it left him with a pleasant buzz beneath his skin once he could finally rest his arms against the bar and hear the music pounding all around him. He came here often -- maybe too often -- and was thus met with pleasant smiles and greetings from every which way while he waited for his drink. Nails tapping a quick beat on the bartop, Taemin's gaze passed over the crowds in search of a face he'd recognize; even if it was only Tuesday, he knew plenty of people fun enough to be spending their night here, and he was eager for some company already.

[hdxleetaemin]

;ooc!

Also, happy December!

[hdxleetaemin]

; out of the clouds -

no one would believe him if he told them, but hongdae is dangerous in the november afternoons, when the sun struggles to fit its final rays of sunlight into the narrow alleyways. it's a quiet kind of dangerous, the one that comes creeping up your spine when you fall into complacency and routine. taemin knows that its easy to miss it if you blink, but he's nothing if not an observer; so he never really does. he feels it itching at him as soon as he exits his apartment building, knows that it follows him throughout the day as he runs around hongdae on various errands, and is painfully aware of how it nearly consumes him completely when he's done, standing in the street with nothing in particular to do. hongdae's gentle autumn pace and its warm familiarity fills his lungs with restlessness when he tries to inhale smoke, and he feels like opening his mouth and letting it all tumble out.

he isn't sure if it's fair to say that jongin is the one that saves the day -- his voice always sounds more frail over the phone, but he answers taemin's questions anyway, so the latter never really dwells on it -- because it's taemin that invites himself over only a few seconds into the call.

"i'll be with you in ten." his voice is light with relief, but his face remains impassive as he glances out the window of the bus he'd found himself on while wandering. it rumbles beneath him and all around him as it powers through the city, and he drowns it out by putting on some music while he waits to arrive at his destination. it's easy to appreciate the cityscape when accompanied by a soundtrack, and he lets the slow beats of it further soften the image of what passes by his eyes. the same beat echoes in his ears when he hops up the final steps of the pureuda building, and he pulls his earphones out when he steps into the cold breeze again. 

there's only one person on the rooftop besides himself, and jongin looks an awful lot like something out of an indie movie. silent, with hongdae buzzing softly all around him as his backdrop, distant lights and honking cars setting an atmosphere that taemin is currently too restless to appreciate. he snorts before he shuffles over, reaching into the grocery bag he'd carried with him and retrieving two cans. "hey, you like root beer?" it's as good a greeting as any, and jongin is probably used to taemin announcing his presence in odd ways by now.

[hdxleetaemin]

5, 9, 17 and 8!

Is there anything about their health they are continuously on edge about? Something they disregard?

Taemin's health is generally well, despite the fact that he has quite a few unhealthy habits. Between his smoking, past (occasionally current) drug use, a reckless attitude and a tendency to eat less than he should, he's aware of the fact that his health will eventually become an issue; but it's not something he spares much thought.

Describe how they would spend a stormy, overcast/rainy day.

Most likely doing work. Even though he's relatively outgoing, he values having some time alone to think and reflect on things. A rainy day is the perfect opportunity to work from home and laze around in his bed with a movie when all the coding starts giving him a headache -- he may invite someone over to share the lazy mood with, but he will most likely want to be alone.

What is their typical response to being given orders?

His response to being given orders depends heavily upon who's giving them. He follows most orders his parents or superiors at work give him, and never saw the point of causing trouble in school, but he's quick to dissuade or confront any friend or acquaintance who tries to exercise power over his personal life. He sees himself as independent, but usually follows the rules if no one is there to coax him into doing something else.

List three or more people they would call out for during an emergency.

His mother

His father

His brother

Possibly a close friend if the other three are unavailable, but he dislikes relying on others for support.

[hdxleetaemin]

sixteen, four, nineteen.

On a sleepless night, what would they be found doing?

Answered here!

Would they ever wish upon a falling star? If so, what would they wish?

He wouldn’t. It’s not unlikely that he did when he was a child, but he’s far too sceptic to indulge in it these days. If anything, he might ponder the concept of wishing upon things in the first place.

Describe a way that will earn affection (whether platonic or romantic) from them.

Listening to him. Taemin has a lot of thoughts and not a lot of outlets for them. He isn’t good at writing, poetry, dancing, acting, or anything like that. A quick way to his heart would be to indulge him in his questions and fire some back at him; thus acknowledging the part of him that he himself finds the most important but most often overlooked. Material things don’t matter to him much so gifts are often a pointless endeavour, and he isn’t fond of dramatic gestures either. A more implicit, perhaps even quiet kind of understanding and interest in him would be the quickest way to make him genuinely like someone.

[hdxleetaemin]

15, 22

What is something that causes them to question themselves?

Taemin questions himself whenever he meets his parents. Any aspect of himself that he’s discovered or created while away from his family seems to crack and want to crumble when he’s in their presence, and it’s what has made him more reluctant to meet them in recent years despite how much he misses them. It’s easy to insist that who he is, what he dresses like and what he wants to be called is not up for debate when he’s talking to people who don’t matter in the end, but asking his mother not to call him “her little boy" is something he can’t find it in himself to do; and so he questions himself, instead.

What are their creative outlets?

Answered here!

[hdxleetaemin]

16, 22, 24

On a sleepless night, what would they be found doing?

Sleepless nights aren’t an unusual occurrence for him, so he’s developed a few nightly habits already. He battles the sleeplessness by spending his nights out in the city when he can, but on those days when work is only a few hours away and sleep just won’t come, Taemin usually spends at least an hour in bed just thinking. He thinks back to various events of the day and tries to coax himself into looking at them from different perspectives than his own, trying to work out more nuances to his life than there are already, but it eventually becomes too serious and boring to keep his attention. His brother usually receives a few either meaningless or sentimental texts — would you marry yourself if you could hyung??? do u think we’ll be able 2 do that in the future — and he sends a few to his friends to see if they’re awake, too.

Later on, he breathes out smoke by the window in his bedroom and breathes in the scent of his favourite tea a few minutes later, sipping at it while he listens to his favourite Pink Floyd album and tries to quiet his mind enough to finally fall asleep.

What are their creative outlets?

Taemin’s never been particularly creative beyond what goes on in his head, and his primary creative outlet these days is perhaps his own appearance. He tends to pay a lot of attention to make-up, accessories and colours, and can get very creative when it comes to dressing himself (or others) up.

Is there a certain scent that brings about nostalgia? If so, describe a memory this scent brings back.

In weak moments, the scent of the ocean brings him back to childhood trips with his family.  It didn’t happen all that often, but every now and then his family would visit his grandparents in Busan, and the scent of the ocean brings back memories of running along the beach for as long as his legs could possibly carry him. In the end he was always dragged out into the water by his brother or his cousins to play some more; his chest heaving, cheeks flushing, and heart soaring in one of the purest forms of happiness he’s ever experienced.

[hdxmemes]

In Depth Headcanon Prompts; Set 1

Are there any recent/daily thoughts they have about death or dying?

Do they believe for every darkness there is a lightness? If not, why?

Name one thing about the way their emotions work that they despise.

Would they ever wish upon a falling star? If so, what would they wish?

Describe how they would spend a stormy, overcast/rainy day.

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[hdxkimjonghyun-blog]

Shooting stars || Lee Taemin & Kim Jonghyun

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Knocking on the door of the boy - who had, by the way, become a grown man now, but would never stop being a boy in Jonghyun’s eyes - the latter tried to imagine the look on the younger’s face when he’d ask him to tag along. He’d forgotten about the weekend’s details for the other, though, and was caught by surprise upon seeing his friend’s grumpy face, hungover clearly expressed by the long and thin fingers rubbing his sleep. Honestly, Jonghyun couldn’t hide the grin that rested on his face after he’d recovered from the surprise.

"Uh, hi. Rough night, huh?"

[hdxleetaemin]

There was perhaps only one thing that Taemin hated more than being woken up by loud, sudden sounds, and that would have to be being woken by loud, sudden sounds while harboring a spectacular hangover. His head lifts from his pillow with an instinctive jerk in the direction the sound is coming from, and his eyes snap open in alarm while he tries to process what it is that actually roused him. At first he's only met by an impenetrable darkness, and it takes Taemin a few more moments to realize his name, age, location, and the fact that he's just buried deep beneath his blankets and that the sun hasn't actually fallen out of the sky. 

The world blinds him when he finally comes around to pushing the covers out of the way and hopping out of bed, but he doesn't allow himself to wallow. Throwing a cursory glance at the mirror informs him that he looks decent enough -- aside from a mysterious bruise forming on his left side, but whatever -- , and Taemin settles for slipping his hair into a messy ponytail and pulling on a loose pair of pants before shuffling over to the door.

"... Hyung." The first word out of his mouth is a high, incredulous whine, Taemin's mouth twisting into an equal parts miserable and equal parts amused grimace as he catches sight of Jonghyun's own grin. It's so familiar that he can't find it in himself to be as snappy as he otherwise would have, and he does love surprises. Grimace eventually easing up, Taemin steps back into his apartment and gestures for the other man to follow him inside, exhaling a quiet snort at Jonghyun's question while he looks around for a shirt. As comfortable as he is around the other, it's hard to imagine Jonghyun would be neutral upon catching sight of the bruise blossoming across his ribs, so Taemin moves fast.

"Rough? Good night," he corrects smoothly, turning around to eye his friend in a playfully critical manner. He had missed Jonghyun; it was truly a pity that their schedules didn't match up more often. "So, aside from subtly criticizing my face -- what brings you here?" 

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        smoking looked cool. jeongguk wanted to be cool— a terrible combination. dark optics eagerly watch the blonde as he inhales once again. honestly, jeongguk expected a 'no' but as soon as the elder reached into his pocket, the teen’s eyes lit up— he tried to keep his composure, he really did. but instead, he ended up looking like an excited child. a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as the ravenette’s head soon perked up once the other’s words finally reached his ears.

        there were two ways to go about answering this question; jeongguk could  be an idiot and lie, oooor, he could be a good kid and tell the truth— and most likely not get a cigarette. he purses his lips before swallowing, "eighteen," it was only a year older than he really was— a white lie. sadly, jeongguk was a terrible liar. he wouldn’t be surprised if taemin saw through it, but jeongguk still wanted a cigarette. it looked fun! and cool, definitely cool..

[hdxleetaemin]

"eighteen." taemin repeats the word slowly, as if tasting it in his mouth. his expression is unabashedly critical as he eyes the other's rounded cheeks and wide eyes with a small frown on his lips, but he knows he's not one to talk. only about an hour prior he hadn't even been able to buy the damned pack of cigarettes without being subjected to a scrutinizing stare by the cashier, eventually having to flash the man his ID before fleeing the scene, irritation bubbling through him like lava as he lit the first cigarette right away.

he doesn't protest in the end, only bobbing his head in a slow, knowing nod as he keeps his arm outstretched, still offering the other what he wants. learning through experience is far more effective than any other alternative, and who's taemin to stop the guy if he's determined to cough his lungs out? he takes another drag of his own cigarette, inhaling the smoke and letting it rest in his lungs for a few moments before pushing it out again in a slow exhale, thinking back fondly to a time when he'd been curious to try, too. "go ahead then. who am i to stop you?" after a beat, he adds firmly, "don't throw up on me, though."

[hdxleetaemin]

"i wanna try." he vocalizes, pointing to cigarette in other's hand. he doesn't really have interest in smoking per-say, but rather in the things that taemin does. bad for his health or not, he's curious.

his eyes flicker over briefly to the man by his side — a quirk to his eyebrows being the only sign that he heard jeongguk’s request — as his lips close around the filter of the cigarette and he inhales again, taking his time. taemin doesn’t hesitate about a lot of things, but a few moments pass before he reaches into the pocket of his jacket and fishes out his newly-bought pack of cigarettes, flipping it open and offering it to the other boy. "how old are you now again?" the question is playful and taemin is smiling as it rolls off his tongue, but there’s a hint of sincerity to it that he hopes jeongguk is perceptive enough to detect.

[hdxleetaemin]

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