Jung Haejin

[hghaejin]

good and bad [haejin&minjoon]

[hghaejin]

hgminjoon‌:

entertained yes – haejin had somehow landed and completely missed the point minjoon had been trying to make. people came here to just let go – let the music lift them away from whatever had been weighing them down. and he couldn’t imagine anyone down there was sober – if they were then, well, there was a severe lack of dancing talent present that night. minjoon didn’t see the need to point any of that out. 

“it’s not healthy.” he shook his head before downing a shot. “video games can mess with your head,” not everyone felt the need to spend energy-drink fueled day-long gaming sessions. but then again, he assumed everyone had gone through such a phase at some point. therapeutic wouldn’t be the word he’d use. “if you’re not careful – but you’re usually careful so i shouldn’t worry, right?” — “you dance?” 

“yah, is that a hobby?” he almost laughed – almost. sure, hobbies were hard to come by nowadays but wasn’t that part of growing up? minjoon thought about it for a moment. he enjoyed other things, things that didn’t include alcohol. rowing? oh, but he hadn’t picked up an oar since university. reading? when was the last time he had read anything other than a contract? how unnerving. haejin had hit a nerve that not even minjoon knew existed. but life had simply gone in this direction – what could he do? “it’s more like an adventure. don’t tell me you never - just - want to see what happens? movies have to be based on something, people really live like that. it can be fun – once in a while.”  

“that’s interesting,” he poured another shot and looked at it, “you went through all that but you’ll be afraid for the rest of your life.” a sigh, as if these were his own worries “even criminals can let go of their past after serving some time. why can’t you enjoy whatever you want? they should’ve taught you to be stronger. but instead, they taught you to fear yourself? somehow that doesn’t seem right…” he trailed off, the shot of sake still untouched on the table. 

“Everything can mess with your head,” Haejin rebutted, giving a pointed look at the glass he just drank, as though pointing out one of the obvious things that could ruin a person. “It’s how you deal with it that makes all the difference, don’t you think hyung?”

Haejin smiled and nodded. “I’m always careful,” he confirmed. “Always aware of what’s going on and mindful of my actions and what I do. And I do dance, yeah, it started after I got out. Just...something to move, something to let go. It’s fun, I enjoy it. If I could do it for a living...well, I would. But i can’t,” he shrugged, leaving it at that and hoping the older wouldn’t pry more into it. 

“Of course it’s a hobby, why wouldn’t it be?” he asked, although just saying that, he couldn’t help but think of his age. A hobby helped to occupy and pass the time, and as people got older, they wanted to do more than that. To make a future, or to let the hobby go. Perhaps because it was still in the beginning stages for him that he wasn’t quite willing to let it go yet, even if he didn’t see a future for himself there. 

“Once in a while...” Haejin repeated the words, nodding. “True, but I’m never that curious. Things can still be an adventure sober,” he said, his stubborn nature butting its head. He knew that the two wouldn’t come to an agreement, they had lived different lives and felt differently about their beliefs. He always knew this about Minjoon, but he had always been respectful about it, which was part of the reason they still were friends today. 

“They didn’t teach me that,” he protested. “They taught me to recover, to be stronger, but I made the choice to stop, because I know I’m weak. I didn’t know for a long time, I was....dumb, to put it simply, and I let it fuck me up. I couldn’t just dabble in it, I would be fucking myself up and ruining everything I worked so hard to recover from and create from there. If I do that, I don’t think--...” he stopped suddenly, the conversation turning dark all of a sudden.

He chose not to finish the sentence.

Instead, he let the silence linger. 

[hghaejin]

sinking ships [haejin&jaesung]

[hghaejin]

hgjaesung‌:

it’s been years since jae last visited the library. he is a little ashamed to admit it but he hasn’t opened a book since college. partly because he is simply too busy with managing the restaurant to find any interest in literature. but also because he would rather be reading music sheets than yet another milked out trilogy about a couple of teenagers trying to live through their society’s version of an apocalypse.

but haneul had needed his help, said he wouldn’t be able to make it to the library in time before the facility closed. and well there wasn’t anything jae wouldn’t do for haneul. not even if it meant making a fool of himself, walking the hallways for what felt like hours because he couldn’t quite remember where the science department was located.

it took him a little too long to find the book, almost dropping it again when he turned around and found a guy staring at him. his features looked vaguely familiar, but then again everyone’s did in a community that was as exclusive as theirs. still, jae can’t quite pinpoint it, even glances over his own shoulder to make sure he wasn’t imagining it. 

“it’s fine, don’t worry about it. it happens sometimes.” jae retorts, offers him half a smile as well to reinforce his words. though, he can’t stop wondering what exactly it was about him that had triggered such deep thought within the stranger.

“oh.. you mean last week’s party?” jae questions, tilting his head slightly as he tries to refresh his memories of that particular night. “yeah, i was there? i’m sorry, did we met? i think i drank a little too much that night so i can’t remember if we did.”

Haejin didn’t know why he felt the need to have pointed out to the stranger that he saw him there. His own brain questioning his motives, just like the boy who stood before him now, who also seemed confused and questioned him.

“Yeah, that one,” he nodded, confirming the part oh-so clearly. “Yeah, you were there...you don’t remember?” he asked, a brow raised, wondering if for a moment he had thought of the wrong person, but Haejin had been sober and he remembered that night vividly.

“You were with that boy...I didn’t see his face, I don’t know who he was...but I saw you two in like...a hallway making out,” he shrugged, as though it weren’t a big deal. “I think that’s why I remember it, because I didn’t expect to see anyone...making out like that out in the open. Or I mean, you were hidden, but I still saw you both...” 

[hgjisung-deactivated20200505]

-ˏˋ⋆ lend a hand

[hghaejin]

hgjisung‌:

at the very least, jisung was relieved that haejin was capable of holding a conversation. that had to be a good sign, right? the other was still functioning, although he hoped jisung wasn’t forcing haejin to reply to everything he was saying. 

in truth, he wasn’t exactly sure what he should be doing either. he wasn’t exactly an experienced medic, not was he learning in any way to be one. jisung had half a mind to call an ambulance if things took a horrible turn, but he tried not to do so because haejin didn’t seem like the type to want so much attention. it was a gut feeling, but jisung went with it regardless.

searching through his bag once again, he took out a small packet of tissues and handed it to the other just like with the water bottle. “you can have this as well, in case you need it.” and before haejin could refuse. “don’t worry, i have quite a bit left back home.”

he reviewed his schedule for the day. no, there didn’t seem to be anything alarming that he needed to complete today. besides, he could never leave someone in need just like that, not when jisung was in the right position to give assistance.

looking off into the distance, although not too far, he spotted a bench. “then, when you’re ready, we can sit over there.” he pointed at the bench. it wasn’t so far that haejin would have trouble reaching it, but jisung had to make sure that the other was alright with that. “do you need help walking?”

he realised that he may be being a little too fussy to someone he just met, but he couldn’t help it. jisung worried for the other man, despite merely learning of his name just a few moments ago.

Haejin looked up when he saw the other holding out the bottle and tissues. He looked at them for a moment, blankly staring, his brain not processing anything before lifting a hand, hesitating slightly, hands still shaking a little, before taking them. “Thank you,” he said, now looking at the items in his hand. He used a tissue to start mopping up the sweat. God, he was sweating a lot. Was this normal?

He couldn’t help but feel pathetic. How bad did he look for this kind stranger to be so concerned for him? At least he hadn’t called for an ambulance, the last thing he needed was to potentially be locked up again. He had to adapt to his freedom and learn to be okay.

Finally, he stood up as the other spoke, a physical response to his question. “I can make it, yes,” he said, feeling slightly embarrassed. He gave himself time by opening the bottle and taking a huge gulp, and then another, and then another and before he knew it, he finished the bottle. He looked around and saw the closest garbage bin was by the bench.

A final pause, and then he headed over, slowly in his own mind, but he wasn’t sure how it came off to Jisung. He tossed the bottle and took a seat, feeling slightly better. “Why are you being so nice to me?” Haejin suddenly blurted. “You don’t know me, but you’re just....you’re doing a lot more than what someone else would do.” 

[hgtaehwan]

dance monkey || haejin & taehwan

[hghaejin]

hgtaehwan‌:

“hey man, i’m just telling it as i see it.” taehwan says it with a shrug of his shoulder but it doesn’t make it any less true. “i have worked with a lot of dancers and choreographers but you are by far the most talented one. not to mention that dedication…” and that was all an artist really needed. talent alone could only get you so far. if you didn’t have the determination and passion to match it, it would get you nowhere.

but taehwan understands haejin’s concern, even without knowing the details. the industry is brutal. there is a reason why they are called the lucky few. but taehwan also believes that shouldn’t stop haejin from doing something he really loves. so instead he nods, takes another sip of his water as he lets the words sink in. “i mean, i get it. but that shouldn’t necessarily be a bad thing. your past, i mean. if you already know which traps not to fall into, there are certain arrangements that could be made. some precautionary measures.”

“but that’s only if you really want it. i’m just trying to say you would make it if you did.” taehwan offers him a smile, pats the floor next to him so haejin would finally sit down and take some rest. “though, not going to lie. i would miss this if you did. it’s nice not being constantly yelled at because my arms aren’t stretched out enough.”

Haejin couldn’t help the smile on his face at the older’s compliment. “Really? You’re just saying that,” he laughed, but he knew that the other meant it. Haejin wasn’t one to toot his own horn, but he had the luxury to learn in his own way, and apparently, it was paying off. He was pleased with himself. “I have more time to spare,” he said, as though this made all the difference in the world. Perhaps it was true, but he couldn’t say for sure. 

“Come on hyung,” Haejin said, looking at the older. “You can always do your best but there’s always someone who...takes it too far and looks into a person’s past and uses it against them...and netizens always agree and shame them. Unfortunately I have that past, so any future in the idol world as a dancer is....a pipe dream,” he sighed. “But it’s okay, really. I like working in the lab too.” It was true, he did. It wasn’t as enjoyable all the time, but he did enjoy it. 

“Ah...” Haejin couldn’t help but feel tempted. “Well, I mean....I’ll think about it,” he said, which was the truth. He wasn’t just saying it to end the conversation. “I’ll just....I’ll think on it,” he said, offering a small smile. He took a seat next to the older boy at his invitation. 

“This will always be here,” he said. “I’ll always be here. I don’t think I could ever let this go, so find your peace when you can, we all need our safe place.” 

[hghaejin]

𝕁𝕌ℕ𝔾 ℍ𝔸𝔼𝕁𝕀ℕ : ｇｉｆ　ｍｏｏｄ　ｂｏａｒｄ

[hghaejin]

𝕁𝕌ℕ𝔾 ℍ𝔸𝔼𝕁𝕀ℕ : ｍｏｏｄ　ｂｏａｒｄ

[hghaejin]

good and bad [haejin&minjoon]

[hghaejin]

hgminjoon‌:

life’s not a race – or so a shrink had drilled into his head. but the woman was just another one of his mother’s minions so it was hard to decipher whether there was some truth to the saying. hearing a similar sentiment from haejin felt a bit better. sure, there was no reason to rush towards death. but it was better than staying still and waiting for things to happen. everyone’s going in that general direction after all. but minjoon hadn’t been in any rush lately so he simply agreed. “i suppose not. once you say it like that – it sounds like a terrible idea.” the attitude suddenly not looking so devil-may-care and cool as some of his other friends liked to paint it as. 

“a meat locker seems scari–er. i don’t think anyone would be scared by this.” intimidated perhaps. after all, when it came to wielding power over others and intimidation people raised like them were just as good as the gangsters. the only difference is that they quickly rejected the idea that this was so. 

“alright, i’ll give you a chance,” he was interrupted by the arrival of their drinks. the sake and a cola. minjoon stirred the tokkuri out of habit before pouring a shot. “what do you usually do for fun? actually – when i was a kid i used to sneak out to gangnam and play arcade games all night but even that got boring. when you drink, it doesn’t matter. things just become fun.” he believed it, sure, but even minjoon couldn’t believe that had uttered something so objectively dismal. “anyway – it’s not the same as drugs. plus, aren’t you over that?” 

Haejin laughed, pleased with the older’s reaction. “Sorry hyung, but it is what it is,” he teased. Sometimes it just had to be said bluntly to make its impact, and it seemed to work. For a moment he couldn’t help but wonder if a part of Minjoon craved that rush towards the end, and if there was a cause for concern there. He didn’t think so.

“Definitely...this is not scary, people are happy and dancing and most people down there never even know what’s going on behind the scenes, they’re just there to have a good time and be entertained,” Haejin said, watching over at the people on the dance floor. He was half tempted to join himself, his foot tapping along to the beat of the song currently playing. 

Haejin pondered at his question, and imagined a young Minjoon sneaking out of his house to play video games. It seemed like something that he could easily visualize, but also like it was something that someone else would do, but perhaps young Minjoon was different than the one in front of him now. Haejin took a sip from his drink. 

“Well...I actually like playing video games now,” he said. “Not really arcade games, but like....you know, on consoles and PC games and stuff. I also like dancing. It’s...I guess therapeutic? But I also just enjoy it, it’s always fun. I can always change it up how I want to,” he explained, biting his tongue before he set off rambling too much on the subject. 

“I mean, I can understand that...but at the same time...what would you say your hobby is in that case? Getting drunk and just...seeing where that takes you? Whether it’s like...that movie Hangover or...something scarier, it just...I don’t know, it doesn’t appeal to me,” he frowned, pausing to take another sip of his drink. “I read once somewhere that you never really recover and become healed from that. You’re always...that. In most cases people do relapse, and it takes a lot to not do that. So I’m doing a lot to not do that.”

[leejenos-archive]

[hghaejin]

all by myself [haejin&mina]

[hghaejin]

hgmina‌:

 Mina stared back at the younger male, waiting for his reply only to be met by silence and a smile. The female was starting to think there was something on her face by his constant staring so when she was about to turn around in search of a mirror on her purse he spoke making her return all her attention to the male.It was now her turn to stare at him, her brown orbs scanning him and the clothes that he was holding, if she could offer her advise at least something good would come from eavesdropping, if him talking out loud would count like that. 

 Mina hadn’t always been interested in fashion, in fact, even now it was only her job that made her keep up with it yet her sence of it wasn’t that bad after all she had picked a few things from being in the industry for a while now.  “If you are not sure why don’t you wear a white shirt and roll up the sleeves…simple but works for both” The model offered with a small smile before adding without looking at him out of embarrassement. “You are not bad looking so that style will look good on you” 

She was staring. Why did Haejin feel awkward? It wasn’t like he hadn’t been the centre of attention before. Perhaps not in the best of ways, but regardless. He told himself it was because he didn’t want to be. He hadn’t cared, in the past, sometimes he did seek it out, but he didn’t want that another. He wasn’t that Jung Haejin anymore. 

At the suggestion, Haejin paused and then slowly nodded. “Yeah, I guess I could do that...” he frowned. “I have white shirts at home though, so I guess...I don’t need to shop anymore.” He wished he had thought of this himself, sooner. There would have been no need to leave the house.

“Oh...thank you,” he said, surprised at the sudden compliment. “Yeah, I am fortunate but you know, bad clothing can make anyone look...not good looking.”

[hghaejin]

good and bad [haejin&minjoon]

[hghaejin]

hgminjoon‌:

“i’m still alive.” he joked. but considering all the reckless stunts he’d pulled in the past, it was a miracle that he was still in one piece. it’s hard to be cautious when fate seemingly favors the daredevils and dauntless. 

minjoon nodded – he couldn’t really comment on the movies. but there was something to be said about the real-life mobsters that roamed the streets of seoul – or at least of hwang geum. he had only seen the glam and the thrill of it all. and it didn’t appear all too different from how his father and company liked to flaunt their money. “haejin – do you watch a lot of gangster movies.” minjoon couldn’t imagine he had the time. “i bet they would kill for this view. it’s something to work towards either way.”

he was about to open his mouth and say something, undoubtedly surface-level, but decided against it. instead, he let the waiter run off without an objection. an alcohol-fueled spiral didn’t sound so bad to minjoon. the experience had never left him with anything worse than blurry memories and large bills. but it was obviously something haejin didn’t see in a positive light. “why would i hate you?” he shook his head, “as your hyung it’s my job to get you to live a little, loosen up – i won’t let you spiral into anything.” false promises he knew he couldn’t keep but nonetheless couldn’t help himself but offering. “and, the past is in the past. how long has it been since you’ve had a drink?”  

“True, but you won’t be forever,” he responded. Again, the words were a bit blunt, but he didn’t mean for it to sound as harsh as it was. “And there’s no reason to...rush towards death if it’s not your time, right?” he said, although he knew everyone had their stories. Everyone was different and not everyone would agree. He hoped Minjoon wasn’t one of those people, although he never seemed like it. 

Minjoon was teasing him now, he knew, and he laughed at his question. “I do...they’re good sometimes. I don’t watch them as much anymore though,” he smiled. Again, he had his reasons for that too but it was easy to distract himself from a movie than it was in real life. Or so he told himself. “Oh yeah, usually it’s like...the meat locker of a butcher’s shop...which is not sanitary at all.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” Haejin said, pleased. “I know I may not seem like Im’...loose, as you put it, but there are ways to have fun...and be sober. Trust me, I’ve been at it for four years,” he said. He never touched on the details of his past, and people just knew he had been in rehab for one reason or another. “Ah...well, I was a minor when I went into rehab, so I never did drink...but I know it doesn’t go well with...drugs. It starts the whole spiral thing.”

[hgjisung-deactivated20200505]

-ˏˋ⋆ lend a hand

[hghaejin]

hgjisung‌:

upon further inspection, as he stood closer to the other, jisung noticed the beads of sweat that rolled down the other’s skin, how it was difficult for the other to articulate words and had to take a few breaths. jisung couldn’t leave the other like that, despite how haejin said that everything was fine.

“hello, haejin. of course i meant it, meeting new people is always a pleasure.” he tries to offer a reassuring smile, reaching out to pat the other in a comforting gesture but stopped himself. he wasn’t sure if that was what haejin wanted, after all. jisung wasn’t sure what exactly was wrong, either, and he didn’t want to overstep any boundaries. so, he settled on a small distance, a worried gaze settling on the other.

he wasn’t sure exactly what he should do, but he knew there was no way he was leaving the other. “i hope you don’t mind me just standing here.” he took out a bottle of water from the pocket of his hoodie. “do you need some water? i’m not sure if it would help, but maybe…”

jisung knew his way to the nearest pharmacy, if push turns to shove. he hoped nothing bad would happen, though. “would you like to go somewhere else… less public, maybe? or sit down on a bench?” he asked, concern etched into his tone of voice. he was clueless on what next step he should take, but he wanted to try and help haejin in any way he could.

The stranger was kind, much kinder than what Haejin had experienced in most recent years, but he supposed that was his own doing. He chose the people he followed, and trouble came as a result. 

But now? It was as though fate were telling him he deserved better. He had suffered long enough, so now, he deserved better. 

Haejin nodded at his words, though. He didn’t know the boy, but he felt inclined to believe he meant it. He found it a pleasure to talk to him, although he wasn’t sure why. The gesture surprised him, a soft touch, one he was not use to. He didn’t mind, though. He stayed silent. 

The look on the other’s face though, made Haejin feel as though he had to respond. He offered a smile, a small one, awkward given his current state, but he hoped the stranger wouldn’t worry so much. After all, who was he? No one. Haejin wasn’t anyone. 

“I...don’t mind,” he said, although he felt awkward. Exposed and weak in the presence of Jisung, but it was nice not to feel alone. He offered suggestions that he knew were meant to help, and Haejin didn’t know how to deal with things on the outside world, he didn’t know what he needed (or at least, things that were good for him) so he just nodded, again, before standing up straight, wiping off the sweat from his face, embarrassed at his appearance and hanging his head down to try and hide himself.

“Water...yeah, that would be nice,” he said, offering another smile in hopes of reassuring him. “And...yeah, we can go somewhere else...if you don’t have something else to do, I mean. I’m fine though, I am, I just...I just need a minute.”

[hgtaehwan]

dance monkey || haejin & taehwan

[hghaejin]

hgtaehwan‌:

sweat drips down taehwan’s back, calves whining painfully as he pushes his heels off the ground and makes another spin through the air. he has lost track of the hours at this point but he’s sure it’s already way past midnight by the time he slumps down on the floor and turns the volume of the song that blasts through the studio. there is a ringing in his ears. though, it is yet to be determined whether that’s just from today or from the years he’s spent on stage. 

he grabs a bottle of water. pours half of it down his throat in a poor attempt to revive his dried out tongue and cheeks. it’s a bad habit. taehwan knows it. but he ignores it as he watches haejin bridge into the last chorus of the song. tries to still the hunger with the rest of his water while carefully analyzing haejin’s lines and angles. 

it’s been on his mind for a while now. but taehwan had always been too scared to ask. he knows this kind of life is not everyone. the benefits seem small compared to what one has to sacrifice. yet taehwan can’t seem to shake the thought, has to at least ask before he lets go of it forever.

“you know, sometimes i wonder if there is even anything left i have to teach you.” taehwan chuckles softly. starts chewing the inside of his cheek as he is reminded of the half-empty tube of pringles that is waiting for him in his car. “have you ever thought of doing this professionally?”

@hghaejin

Haejin loved to dance. He wasn’t sure what it was about dancing that appealed to him so much, but he loved it nonetheless. He loved the way he could express his emotions and feelings with his body, loved the many styles that were there, always something new to learn. 

He had met Taehwan purely by chance, in the studio and the two got together now and again just to dance, Taehwan teaching him anything new he had learned as he prepared for comebacks. Haejin never pried about his personal or professional life. To him, it only mattered in the here and now, in that moment, to dance and enjoy something together. 

Haejin continued to move, practicing again and again what he had basically either taught himself or learned from Taehwan, even after Taehwan took a seat to rest. As the final note in the song played, Haejin finally stopped too, catching his breath, his legs burning and turned to where the older was sitting and took his own water bottle too, drinking from it.

“Oh?” he said, his cheeks flushed from the endless practicing. “You’re too nice to me hyung, but thank you, I appreciate that,” he flashed a smile before sipping on more of his water. At his question however, he paused, brows raised in surprise. “Uhh...” he blinked, trying to gather his thoughts and catch his breath. “I mean...yeah, but I don’t think...that would be a good idea. With my history and all...”

[mp-tigerq-deactivated20200414]

Directionless ~.~ {flashback}

[hghaejin]

tigerxhg‌:

Tiger tilted his head to the side looking at the other before he flashes a smile, he’d merely been surprised by the stranger. Oh, did the stranger see him as rude? He coughed a little.

“Uhh, not, that” he got a little nervous. “I don’t speak Korean..” he chewed his lip feeling awkward. “Too good,” he rubbed the back of his neck. he wasn’t trying to correct the stranger. it was more him processing what was being said.

“Repeating, it helps to understand,” He inwardly cringed at how clunky his Korean sounded when spoken. The grammar was more completed than Mandarin. Was be being too casual? He wasn’t sure.

Tiger smiled, he was the polar oposite of who he was on stage, reserved and a bit awkward. Not the seeming socail butterly, with the charming smile that all the screaming fan girls liked. “Sorry, if I..Sound? rude?” the questioning tone mixed with his bemused expression, he was asking if he’d said the right words.

He ruffled at his hair nodding slowly as the stranger explained the direction to the street he was looking for. “Ah, hmmm, Thank you,” he bobbed his head his a sort of bow,

Haejin continued to look at him, a stoic expression on his face, not really noticing the fact how that alone might intimidate someone or scare them. He just listened as the stranger oh so slowly explained his situation.

“Gotcha,” he nodded, when he had finally managed to get the words out. “I don’t know who dropped you off, but they seemed to not be good at directions either,” he pointed out. Didn’t people have GPS or some type of map system on their phones and in their cars nowadays? But it wasn’t his place to judge.

“You don’t sound rude, you just sound….lost,” he said, using a much more kind description.

When the boy bowed but didn’t move, Haejin continued to stare, brow raised. “Are you…going to go? Or do you need me to take you there?”

[mp-tigerq-deactivated20200414]

Directionless ~.~ {flashback}

[hghaejin]

tigerxhg‌:

Tiger ruffled his hair looking exasperated, he thought he was going in the right direction however he wasn’t sure of it. Of Couse, the minivan had dropped him then jetted off to someone else’s schedule. he was stupid to the driver had time to hang around and help him.

He exhales another loud huff, mumbling a complaint of sorts in mandain as shoves his phone into his pocket again. He had yet to notice anyone else was here. Muchless paying attention to his, plain dressed self. Thought he’d recently been told his hair had been dyed purple.

he flinches slightly hearing the strangers voice, before turning around and seeing him. It took him a moment to register what was being said “I, Yes I am,” he noded both lost and looking for Hosook street. “Well I’m lost, looking for Hosook street,” he clarifies; chuckling awkwardly. Feeling very caught out.

When the boy flinched, Haejin raised a brow. It wasn’t as though his voice was menacing or scary, nor was his appearance, but he supposed it didn’t really matter. 

Haejin looked at him, nodding slowly as he spoke. “Well...I’m not sure what the difference is between what I said and what you said, but I can help you get there, if you want. There’s a short cut and the way you’re going...is not it.”

He didn’t wait for a reply and pointed at a lamp post up ahead. “If you take a left there, and go straight and then a right at the end of the street, you’ll be there.”  

[mp-tigerq-deactivated20200414]

Directionless ~.~ {flashback}

[hghaejin]

tigerxhg‌:

@hghaejin​

Tiger got out of the minivan, looking around. He looked blankly at the sign that read Myungdai street He blinked pulling his phone out. Damn of course, His wifi wasn’t working meaning he couldn’t use Naver maps. “Hey, I…” he inwardly groaned the minivan had driven off.

He ruffled his quaffed hair, tucking his phone away. Move to Hwang Geum they said, it’ll be easier they said. Now he had to amble his way to. What was it again? Hosook street. that sounded familiar. Ughh why did he find reading hangul so difficult? It made living in Korea, much harder.

He tugs at his heavy padded jacket, pulling the hood up as he blindly starts; out North. He stops a while after squinting at one of the house numbers. “332” he mumbled looking down the street a little further. Huffing as he pulled out his phone “And, I’m living at hmm, 205, Hosook street”

He rubs his temples, at least he was only seemingly one street away.; however, some of these places were like rats nets. some made sense than others would spit you out on a new street, several hundreds of houses away.

Haejin was staring. He couldn’t help it, it just tended to happen sometimes when something extraordinary or odd caught his eye. In this case, it was the latter. 

He watched a strange boy exit a vehicle and then, the vehicle taking off, leaving him there alone. It wouldn’t have been such a big deal if he had been dropped off at the university or the mall, a concrete destination but it was the middle of nowhere, not exactly a location to leave someone.

Then he watched the other start to walk and Haejin, who had been heading in that direction already, followed. Of course, at this point it was to get where he was going to but as he passed the strange boy, he caught him talking to himself and paused, turning back.

“Are you lost?” he asked. “Are you trying to get to Hosook street?”

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he smiled at the thought. to be fair it was a relief that haejin would be capable of taking care of him by the end of the night. there was never a plan when he went out drinking. he’d either sober up in time to drag himself into a taxi or ruin some assistant’s night by having them pick him up. either way, he got home. usually unscathed and with no one to recount all the nonsense he’d certainly spewed on the way home. not that he hoped this night would turn out like that. “you can be my designated driver,” he paused and smiled, “but i’m driving. if someone’s crashing my car it should be me.” 

minjoon slid into a seat, immediately resting back on the leather as if he was lounging in his own house. perhaps he was a little too comfortable at places like these. his gaze immediately focusing on the crowd they’d left behind. how does it feel to be absolutely and undeniably regular? would he ever want to know? 

haejin wasn’t wrong, minjoon still found it amusing and couldn’t help but laugh, but he wasn’t wrong. “the bad guys usually have better taste. but don’t worry, if they come around asking for their seats back – just smile and nod.” he grinned, raising his arm to call a waiter over. oh, for me? warm sake. and my friend over here…he’ll have… “haejin, man, just get a beer – you can’t possibly get tipsy off cass.”

Haejin nodded along, trusting the older and pleased he agreed to leave him as the responsible one. However, at the comment of him driving, he looked at him, appalled. “What?!” he said, the surprise clear in the single word. “No way, if you’re drunk, you’re not driving,” he said, shaking his head. “I’ll be sober, and I’m a good driver, you and your care will be safe...if you drive...I don’t know if anyone, or your car, will be.”

“Well, not all of them,” he mused. “Some are still dirt poor and get...ugly digs to hang out in and see everything.” It wasn’t necessary to debate something like this, and he wasn’t fighting the older, but Haejin spoke his mind, which could prove to be a bad thing if he said the wrong thing at the wrong time. 

When the waiter came around, Haejin drummed his fingers on his knees, waiting for Minjoon to place his order. When it came to his turn, the panic set in once more. “Oh, no...no, no, I can’t,” he said, shaking his head. “One turns into two and then two into three and then it spirals and then it can get bad...I’ll just have a cola, please,” he said to the waiter, hurrying them off before Minjoon insisted further.

“Sorry hyung, I just...had a hard time in the past, so I can’t divulge in those kinds of things. It’s for the best for me,” he said, offering an apologetic smile. After all, this wasn’t the first time the two had spent time together, and it wasn’t the first time that Minjoon suggested something that Haejin was absolutely against. “I hope you don’t hate me for it.”

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