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Yoon Ji Ho. Heir to Hotel Zeus. 22 years old, attending Jeguk University. "Your potty mouth will ruin your expensive dress"

[jihoxth]

It’s so dead here is anyone even alive anymore it’s kinda sad this RP had to go again. If anyone wants my line and tumblr url I’ll be happy to give ^^

[jihoxth]

okay i have no idea who i have to reply too and half of the people are gone anyway so im starting plots over okay ill get RIGHT ON IT

[jihoxth]

Scene in 스물 (Twenty)

Woo Bin: How do you know that?

Girl: Because I'm in love with you.

Woo Bin: That's a serious problem.

[motherofmoney]

[thxrachel]

operation destruction { yjh + yr }

[thxrachel]

It is unnerving to see him so passive about the situation. For all she knows, the way he acted towards the engagement could have been feigned just to irk his father. But then again, there’s that fact that you can never really tell with Jiho. He rarely shows what’s going on in his head, that you wonder if everything he does is part of a well-thought of mindgame or just a young man rebelling. “Surprise, surprise. Of course, he likes his women, why didn’t I think of that?” Sarcasm was something that came naturally with her, a natural response to, if not all, the majority, Jiho included. “Do you think my mother would have agreed to the engagement if your father’s… sideshows will get to her easily?” Honestly, she didn’t know if it would bother her mother; Esther Lee always seemed sure about herself to be insecure of other women. But at this point, Rachel couldn’t even tell what and who her mother really is, she just had to consider that option.

Rachel never got the chance to get to know Jiho. There wasn’t an opportunity that made her have to do so. But they had more similarities that they’ll ever admit, and if what she heard proved to be true, together, they were going to be a force to be reckoned with. A force strong enough to destroy this delusional and utterly crazy idea that their parents could get married. It is not fate, like her mother pointed out, nor it is meant to be, like his father said. There is no such thing as fate. People are as meant for each other as the people around them make them to be. Shocking as it may sound, she didn’t want another chaebol family to fall down once her mother gets tired of the affair. She’d seen it happen before. This was not revenge or retaliation, or saving herself, it was more of saving Yoon Jiho and his father from Esther Lee.

[jihoxth]

Jiho glared from his seat, mouth-mocking her sarcasm. He was quite surprised that her mother even knew about his little side ladies who tend to feed off his money and wealth. Though his father was a cheating man, a nasty one at that, but he did find ways to keep his women in secret. Even the heir knew nothing of it if he didn’t take the chance to hide in the closet for god knows what reason, possibly for a fun game of hide and go seek with a fellow childhood friend of his. He could faintly remember the look of hers, dark hair and short with a big diamond shining from the ring finger on her left hand. A married women cheating with another married man and vise versa. Oh how fun it is being the son of Yoon Dong Wook.

Jiho let out a sigh from their lack of ideas. Knowing the fact that Rachel is not the nicest girl in Jeguk and he wasn’t the kindest of all seniors, their evil minds were bound to come up with some plan. “So what do you have then, Miss Overachiever,” he craned his neck up at the sight of an unsatisfied 20 year old heiress. “Does Esther Lee really not mind being with a man who’s with another woman every few days? Want her to walk in on him rattling some desk drawers with another rich lady who’s probably married?” he suggested, partially serious. He would assume a lady like Rachel’s mother would at least worry about her image of being married to a man like his father, someone so ruthless even his reckless child was sick of him. 

[jendevkie]

❝ war of the words » boah & jiho.

There was no way in hell that Boah would ever take a job at Hotel Zeus, but the reason wouldn’t be as silly as her hating the son of the founder, right? Wrong, that was the reason and ‘hate’ wasn’t really a word she threw around much because even in the biggest of assholes had redeeming qualities. However, she constantly struggled to find one in Jiho. The only reason she was in a uniform pertaining to the certain hotel was because of friend of hers worked there as a maid, but was sick and asked Boah to fill in and she happily (yet reluctantly) obliged.

On top of that, she had to bring her fifteen year old brother, anyone who lived within blocks of the family knew how much of a troublemaker he was. To name a few, he’d gotten suspended twice and brought to jail five times, but in his defense he was getting better. All she did was ask him to sit down on the couch for an hour, just an hour because by then lunch break would start and she could bring somewhere to eat. It seemed like he agreed with her so she left for her cleaning duties.

Ten minutes, earlier, she came back ten minutes earlier just check on him and out of all the people he couldve chosen to pick a fight with– it just had to be Jiho. Boah cursed under her breath as she made way to the scene and as soon as she arrived, she shot a glare at the younger male which made him instantly keep quiet. “Go. To. The couch.” It her ever once of her will to not yell right then there and it seemed like her brother noticed so he slumped over to the couch mumbling under his breath.

“Wow, this is so unfortunate that, I, myself could cry over seeing you outside of school hours.” Her attention was now turned completely to who she felt was the main culprit. “Tell me Jiho, do you sometimes get tired of picking on university students so you feel the need to switch it up with high school students also? Or was it my brother’s lucky day?” Her expression remained stoic throughout.

[jihoxth]

Jiho had spent the night prior with alcohol and judging by the migraine he had woken up with, he was suffering from a hangover. Of course it had to be on one of the days his father requests his attention at the lobby. He was in no shape or form to even get out of bed, hell he couldn’t even move an inch. His maid had aided him to and fro and even down the elevator and through the main lobby. People were like ants to him as he stood a good six feet and two inches and aching like a 98 year old. 

It was the second he had hopped off the elevator that the front desk had asked for his assistance. And so he pushed the people out of his way as per usual and did what he was told to do. Sign this and clarify that. It was annoying in general and it was odd enough for the boy that he had spent at least five minutes down here. It was once every month that the heir participated in these kind of predicaments that he dreadfully hated. 

As he finished up he popped a few pills to ease the thumping mind of his mind. He was almost certain he was living in hell just about now as a teenager was picking at his nerves from a distance. A noisy, lousy looking teenager that was begging to be beaten by Jiho. And so the male took long strides to the troublesome of a kid. “Feet. Off.” he simply ordered, his orbs switching back and forth from the kid to the coffee table where his dirty looking feet had comfortably placed itself. When he failed to obey, the 22 year old simply, or roughly according to a few witnesses, kicked the teens legs off their expensive table. And that was where it began. The bickering, the yelling, and the childish acts coming off of one of them. 

It wasn’t until Jiho had glanced to his left had he saw a face he’d seen many times before. He glared at the both of them as one had told the other to scurry away. Fortunately at this point, his mind was at ease and he simply gave her a smirk in return to her sarcasm. “It was most likely your brothers lucky day for the kid can’t listen to a simple order unless it comes from you, apparently.” He pointed to the glass coffee table with gold trimmings to her little brother who looked grim from the corner. “This table is worth more than you and him combined. So if you’d like to keep your job,” he inched back to fully look at her attire once more, wondering why the hell she was working here in the first place. “Or whosever you’re taking over, I would keep your brother on a tight leash.”

[jihoxth]

familiar face | jiho + eunmi

[hyesunws]

She could feel his stare, but she had the impression that even if he weren’t sitting right next to her it’d be impossible to ignore. He didn’t even seem ashamed of it, openly watching her and making her feel some sort of uneasiness in the pit of her stomach. The fact that he was somehow distantly familiar to her didn’t help.

“Out of my mind?” Eunmi furrowed her brows, trying to fit an obscure clue like that with his face. “I don’t think I’m ever really out of my mind, honestly.” Except at clubs, she caught herself thinking. She paused for a moment. If he’d seen her at a club, she’d be horrified. She didn’t know what she was like drunk, but it never seemed to result in anything to be proud of, and if he had witnessed her dancing on a table in her underwear and then decided to sit next to her in class, nothing good would come from it. Still, she couldn’t help but want to ask, just to know. “You didn’t happen to meet me at… a party of some sort, right?” She gave a small smile, hoping that he’d view her as some sort of Good Girl Who Would Never Attend Wild And Dangerous Parties and assume he’d gotten her confused with someone else.

[jihoxth]

He recalled the night in spite of her concern and denial of it all. He was with Seunghyun, oh course that was his best friend afterall and he had planned to become wasted and forget all the was Hotel Zeus and everything that came with it, including his own downright, dreadful father. Of course one measly little girl had to ruin it all but perhaps it only entertained the heir. 

“I wouldn’t say party but you were not as careful as I thought you would be. It was quite a shame watching it all. honestly. You looked grim and for all i can remember, you weren’t in the best condition.” He considered messing with her for the hell of it, maybe even tell her downright lies about the night. It wouldn’t hurt the poor girl, right?

[thxrachel]

operation destruction { yjh + yr }

jihoxth

Rachel had arrived early that day for this meeting. They had to set the record straight; they both know well this was not going to end pretty. She liked to think her mother had become extremely bored and decided to let the rumors fall to deaf ears. Esther Lee is smart, and anyone who knew her would think this is a stupid move. However, thinking it wouldn’t make a difference unless someone spoke out loud. But who would dare? A better solution was to actually do something, and she for a fact that she couldn’t do this alone. There were other people in this equation too, and from the looks of last night’s dinner, one of them didn’t like the way things were panning out either.  

So that’s bring her back full circle to why she was patiently waiting in that empty classroom, too early for her classes. She was not one to wait, nor did she ever, she was Yoo Rachel after all. But she makes exceptions for life changing matters - the engagement pretty much takes the cookie. As she turned on her heel, she caught sight of the person she was waiting for. He didn’t look anymore pleased than she did, that was enough for her to ask him to meet her today to make sure they don’t end up miserable for the rest of their lives - or until Esther Lee decides she just wants new assets. “So… what now? Any brilliant plans in that evil head of yours?”

[jihoxth]

A marriage, a damn marriage. His father thought he could get married again and not ruin it like the others? Like his relationship with his biological mother? And now he was going to be forced to call another woman his mother, like hell he would! The boy had woken up with a bad case of migraine for the past few weeks and of course the news had to break out just on time. He came to the conclusion that his father was delusional and all he ever wanted was women, many of them so why stick with one now? And for all he knows, his stepsister might even end up being Yoo Rachel. And of all people, that was one he couldn’t allow to be his stepsister.

He paced through the halls with a determined glare painted across his face, of course people whispered in curiosity though the look wasn’t anything new. He planned to meet with the one and only Yoo Rachel that very morning in an empty classroom and god forbid that someone started rumors about them just by peaking in the glass door windows. With a sharp turn, he entered the classroom with a look as if he just entered the realms of hell. He seated himself and finally took the liberty of looking at his maybe-future-stepsister in the eye. “Well, we all know my father likes his women. He has them over all the time. Why not just get one to show up?” he nonchalantly brought up his fathers affairs. The only difficult part about this was that if it was only for business matters, will her mother even give him the time of day even if he puts a ring on it.

[jihoxth]

blurred nights | jiho + lynx

[sincxwoobin-deactivated20160408]

The night before had been rather eventful in the Black Manor, the patron of the family had arrived unannounced, peeved off that his middle child was no where to be found. Lynx didn’t even bother explaining himself to his old man, when he arrived back home, knowing that the older Black would lecture him regardless.

Though his father did more then just lecture him, the said man knew that his troubled child would conveniently sneak himself back the his room, the older Black had settled himself in the latter’s chambers. It was safe to say that Lynx had quite a welcome, with both punches and harsh words thrown his way.  

Now, a day after, the younger Black acted stoic and indifferent with his father around the house. Even going so far as to smirked at his father’s way instigating the older man. They both knew nothing would stop Lynx from getting his way, even the threat of taking away his inheritance, the middle child had simply smiled back at the older man and dared him to do it. But it wouldn’t do, not in their culture nor status, and for some unknown reason, his mother wouldn’t have it as well.

Lynx smirked after reading Jiho’s text, excited to finally get a chance to see what Seoul has to offer at night. With the swagger of a true chaebol, he walks past his father, not acknowledging the man at all, as he went on to get ready for the night to come. He doesn’t take long before he strides back outside, just in time to hear Jiho’s warning. 

“Don’t get your knickers in a twist, hyung.” He snorts at the older heir, his cut lips stinging while he spoke. Lynx swiftly got into the passengers seat, putting his seat belt on, he relaxes the first time that day. “So which part of this godforsaken place are we planning to ruin tonight?”

[jihoxth]

It didn’t take long for the passenger door to open to a teenager that looks like he just went to hell and came right back. The 22 year old glared at the boy beside him, ignoring the questions and comments for a mere second. Judging by the looks of it, he was a tad bit hurt, but only a tad bit. He handled it well, Jiho assumed as the kid just nonchalantly ignored the fact that his lip was cut from God knows what reason.

“Yah, yah,” the male reached over to pinch the others skinny cheek, pulling it outwards to examine the other’s lip. It wasn’t as bad as he thought, though it was concerning. It was rare for someone like Jiho to be worried but the kid even called him hyung, not many can and not many will. In some way or another, he reminded him of his old self at the same age, being treated the same way by his father. “You think you can get a lot of girls with that?” he spoke up once more, now pointing to the reddened lips of the others. 

He shook his head before swiftly pulled out of the parking spot and heading towards their next destination. He already knew what kind of night it would be; one of these boys was bound to be sent home with a sweaty body and reeking of alcohol. Maybe one can even drag a girl home, who knows? 

“A place where there’s alcohol, pretty girls and probably things for you to sniff right up circling around.” The male didn’t sound phased by the idea that all three could have them both unconscious and waking up in the middle of nowhere. “I just hope I can get you home without you acting like a damn lunatic or else you’ll be getting more of those,” he pointed to the stinging lips of Lynx’s once again.

[jihoxth]

unfortunate encounters | jiho + sunny

[sunnyxth-deactivated20150604]

Soonkyu had never understood the hierarchy at Jeguk. Of course, she wasn’t stupid, she knew how it worked, she just didn’t understand why. Why must there be such a divide in power? Why must those a little poorer be kicked to the ground? Surely, they worked harder to be where they are than the rich kids who’s parents paid for them did. And one thing that really got her, is the rich kids who thought it was okay to take the piss out of the lower class students. 

There were a few she knew that were troublesome for it, and with her background, she had never hesitated to get in the way when she could. If any of the males were going to hit her, their reputation would be down the drain anyway, and it’s not like she’s particularly scared of having her hair pulled in a cat fight. She’s had far too many fights to even flinch at the tug of her locks or a tall male sizing her up. 

One of the ones she had started to become impatient with was none other than Yoon Jiho. She didn’t know much about his family; about his status, but she knew he was a massive pain in the ass, so what more incentive did she need to bring him down a peg or two? The sight of him raising his hand to a smaller student has her blood boiling, and she knows, from the way he stills that he’s seen her, so she makes no attempt to rush; just enjoy the reaction she gets from the taller male. “Jiho, how nice to see you here! What’s bothering you today? Daddy not given you your allowance yet?” 

[jihoxth]

Jiho was just about to swing until the small figure came closer and closer, it wasn’t until the female had spoken that the boy let loose of his tense arm. Of course it had to be from a girl that was most likely a foot smaller than him. It had to be Sunny, another social care kid. It’s like a two in one package deal. 

He stepped back from the student he was handling before, still keeping him in place with a fistfull of expensive uniform. His full attention was now on the little bundle of Sunny right beside him. Was she not able to mind her own business? She was honestly something else. Even the crowd thought the same as it increased by the minute, each person whispering something most likely morbid in each other’s ears. 

“Yeah unfortunately I didn’t get my allowance. I’m really sad but I don’t think it would make a difference in my bank account.” His lips curved into a smirk, shooting straight in her direction. “I mean, if you want, I could tell him to send my allowance to you,” His arm finally let the student loose as he tumbled to the ground but the 22 year old paid no mind as he inched closer to Sunny. “I could consider it charity work.” His last few words were merely in whispers, his dark orbs finding place in the ones before him. 

[thxdraco-blog]

need for speed 一

His cigarette’s smoke clouded their sight slightly as it merged with the one originated from the dry ice in the moment the older male dragged his friend down the entrance stair of the supposedly abandoned warehouse, where yet another one of the underground parties to celebrated the winner of tonight’s street drift would take place. Draconis had a devilish sly smile displayed in his lips, the prize check tucked away into his pocket and his free arm hanging around Jiho’s shoulders. 

The peculiar customized lighter with the image of a dragon printed to the steel was nestled between his fingertips as he lit the Marlboro Beyond cigarette that was previously offered to the fellow heir. Draconis’s heart was still beating in a dangerously fast pace and the rush of adrenaline didn’t show any sign of decreasing even minutes after he had crossed the wining line, it was obvious in his eyes and sharp features how much he graved for that kind of excitement. 

“I told you, no one will ever beat me up to this, mate.” He chuckled, taking yet another drag of his cigarette. “Your concerns about me crashing and killing us both were quite pointless now, weren’t them?” The mock of amusement was not hidden as he raised one of his eyebrows, teasingly tilting his head in a silent offer for the other to take one of the whiskey glasses at the bar. “It’s all on me tonight, mate, I dragged you here to distract you out of your everyday boredom.” 

“Because honestly, what is even the fun in life without a little danger?” Draco shrugged in response to his own inquire as they made their way between the crowd, a few familiar faces of their social circle could be spotted at the party, as many would say, those races were mostly competed by rebellious rich kids that were either bored out of their minds or didn’t valued life enough to step away. Draco’s case was neither; he just craved the adrenaline as he tested the speed limit of the car he designed himself. “So if I’m not enough to humor your picky ass, get a girl and have fun, you could use some entertainment.”

[jihoxth]

Jiho had no business when it came to Draco and his underground parties and such. The boy just tagged along when the latter needed someone to hang with, whether it be legal or not. The male had no problem with either or, which could only up his adrenaline or put his ass in jail or something along those lines. At this point, there was no use in turning around and being a saint as he craned his neck to his right, seeing his friend head lead him into the abandoned warehouse, tucking his check in his pocket. That was probably not the best place to put money in this kind of situation but the heir didn’t care nonetheless.

Watching his friend cross the finish line wasn’t something new for Jiho, the kid was like a God when it came to racing. Even the 22 year old couldn’t get around a sharp turn at times. He can even recall a few accidents he was involved in and surprisingly, he didn’t get his license taken away. 

The male sighed at the thought of his concerns prior to the race, he almost thought he was literally going to get his skull cracked open at the speed his friend was going. For the first time, the boy was scared but his exterior did well in hiding whatever he was feeling on the interior as per usual. “I should thank you later, but it only depends if your ability to make this night fun and unforgettable.”

He eyed the sweaty bodies and drunk alcoholics. Some were from Jeguk, a few he knew, a few he hated and a few that were part of his social circle. Needless to say, they were all the rich kids, of course, probably betting on who would win the race but it was no doubt that Draco was the number one bet. “I’d like to stay out of jail,” he shouted through the music and the chattering. Though he wasn’t feeling at ease, he decided that there was nothing to lose, maybe a few millions but that’s unimportant when there was alcohol, pretty girls and probably drugs circling around the warehouse. “Does it look like I need a girl?” the boy arched a brow and grabbed a random drink from the tables; not the best idea. “When I have this,” he raised the glass and took it all in one go. “Your winning self needs a girl, don’t you think?” The boy randomly threw his arm out and grabbed onto whosever skin it touched, and luckily for Draco, she was a pretty one. “How about this one?” She was partially conscious, muttering random words of....gibberish? 

[erimson-deactivated20160913]

( – tell me why; feat. jiho. )

One of the things Summer absolutely loathed about being in a completely new school was how easily she could lose her way and still manage to arrive to her classes late. Maybe it was just a moral code she lived by, she certainly didn’t advertise tardiness, especially when you start taking the classes in fear of creating bad first impressions on her professors, she was just naturally horrible at direction. At least once this week was over she could take time to familiarize herself with Jeguk so next time it wouldn’t be so bad.

But for now, she had to deal with the consequences of her weak-willed memory. Being late was not only horrible for first impressions, but there was nothing more awkward than walking into a classroom to only have everyone stare at you intently until you spot a seat and situate yourself there. It would be a lie if Summer said she didn’t at least consider walking away from the door she stood in front of. Nonetheless, the manner in which this would be dealt with would be exactly the same as her taking off a band-aid—quick.

So using both her palms, she slowly pushed the the door and surprisingly the professor wasn’t there? Not yet or maybe they never came, she still felt a number of eyes on her until eyeing a specific seat and walking towards it as fast she could (not even tripping over her own feet once, success). Still, curiosity had gotten the best of her wondering if the class had already started or not, so she looked to her side finding a rather, well, serious looking male. Never the one to judge a book by its cover, she shrugged off the weird feeling at the pit of stomach, poking him lightly with her index finger on his shoulder.

“Uh—sorry to bother you, but did I miss anything? The teacher’s not even here and well…you get the point.”

[jihoxth]

Jiho had yet to write anything down on his sheet of paper. He was never one to take notes, hell he barely paid attention yet he was able to pass the finals with flying colors. That was something people never understood and he didn’t even understand himself, how he knew so much more than he needed to, how he hid his intelligence behind this “bad boy” wall that he built up throughout the years. Even the professor had taken the liberty to pull the boy aside a few times to force him into participation but that never ended well, never. 

He now sat in his seat, each foreign letter and pronunciation already stored in his long term memory. The words were neatly written on the board for the class to take note of, of course there wasn’t a thing written on the sheet beside his elbows. He was busying himself with his cellphone, scrolling through twitter, liking that and retweeting this. The professor had left, possibly to go to the bathroom. He was in his own mind as he swifted through the cellular device until the chair beside him had been pulled out. He paid no mind, he didn’t care whatsoever until a tiny finger had touched his shoulder. The boy side-eyed the innocent looking girl, he hasn’t seen her in Jeguk before so she was most likely a new kid and judging by her ability to actually speak to him without stuttering, she surely didn’t know who he was and he was more than glad to direct her.

The 22 year old sighed as he released his cellphone, full attention on the girl. He gave the usual blood-curdling gaze that he gave every newcomer. If anything, she looked like she could crumble under one touch. The boy took the blank piece of notebook paper and passed it on to her, a smug look on his face. “First of all, you are bothering me and second of all, does it look like you missed anything?” He commented. snark evident. 

[jihoxth]

familiar face | jiho + eunmi

[hyesunws]

According to Eunmi’s student counselor, she had to start balancing out her classes. With so many science credits and only one or two courses outside her major, she would apparently “have no time to complete the school’s requirements in third or fourth year”, putting her graduation in jeopardy. It annoyed her to have to think about things like that when she had just begun her first year, but Eunmi obliged, choosing the first arts course that fit her schedule.

She ended up in some introductory class about architecture. Nothing seemed too complicated - it was still early in the semester, so the professor spoke mostly about the “concept” and “ideas” behind designs rather than about more complex theories. Confident that she could get a decent mark just through the textbook and the lecture, Eunmi decided to sit in the back corner of the room and set up the recording app on her phone to capture the professor’s words.

As the lesson began, she opened her computer and clicked on her browser. The doors opened behind her about ten minutes into the lecture, but she didn’t take her eyes off Twitter. It wasn’t until the chair next to hers scraped against the floor that she looked up - really looked up. Eunmi wasn’t exactly a short person, and she may have been sitting, but even when the stranger sat down she nearly had to crane her neck to make eye contact. “Um,” she replied to his question, trying to place him in her memory. There was something familiar about him - mostly his eyebrows, she’d never seen such a triangular pair. “Have we met?” she managed politely. Knowing Jeguk, he was probably the son of some sort of billionaire, so she may as well keep up pretences.

[jihoxth]

Jiho stared at the girl for a good two minutes prior to her question, not surprised since she was partially unconscious when they were a few feet apart until his friend had dragged her away. He took a seat without another word and proceeded to ignore the professor. 

His contemplated whether he should just straight out say where and when they had met and how it wasn’t in any way an impressing first impression. He even had to spend the night cleaning off the blood of the man who tried to touch her; the man had quite the nosebleed after a few throws. He reminded himself that he was officially kicked out and to not return, thanks to a best friend and a girl he didn’t even know at the time. He didn’t even know she went to Jeguk; that only make it all the better. 

He rested on his palm, elbows planted on the wooden desk as he glared mindlessly at the girl, it was probably creepy at this point until he spoke up once again. “We met once, though I think you were too out of your mind to notice me.” He nonchalantly admitted, evidently beating around the bush for the sake of her memory. Maybe she’ll remember, or was she too drugged to even notice a six foot two man partially coming to her rescue, or more like taking care of the knuckleheads that tried to take her in her most vulnerable state. 

[lizakshy]

one way or another↠aeri & jiho;

[lizakshy]

“I know, it sounded pretty crazy when I first thought of it, yet here I am.” Aeri shot back at him, both her hands signaling to herself. Didn’t some people actually take these invitations as a compliment? “I do have male friends, but all them are busy. You’re asking too many questions when we both know you’ll eventually have to go or I won’t leave you alone about it.”

It’s true, she was just that persistent and never put it behind herself to do so until a person gave into her requests and just as she heard his comment about her father, a lopsided grin tugged on the corner of her lips- that was already a sign that he was going. Looks like her plan worked after all.

She stuffed both her hands into her jeans pockets until they were both snug in there, feeling a bit chummy due to her success. “There’s nothing you need to warn me about my father that I don’t know. Plus, I’m doing this to get my mother off my back. If I buy him a greeting card, she would never let it go.” Stepping aside after, Aeri waited patiently for him to keep walking, but when he didn’t, she just eyed his keys before pushing his arm away lightly.

“We both know you wouldn’t let me drive your car, so let’s before I-” Again, she not in the position to say ‘change my mind’, so the brunette just closed her mouth and walked ahead of him. “Let’s just go!”

[jihoxth]

He glared down at her as she smugly tried to hide her victory in forcing him to come. It wasn’t much of “force”, just him wanting to leave the house and if it has to be with her then so be it.

The boy scoffed at her words, not even daring to say the she’d change her mind after stopping mid sentence. “A greeting card and a car would be nice, all men like that,” he assured, stepping ahead of her and into the elevator. “Do you even know what your father likes? Are you assuming that I know?” He continued to question her with a raised brow. He’d seen her father at a few events, maybe a gala or two but never thought the old man was one to easily read.

A man always likes his watches, anything that shines, at least for a rich man that so appears to be evident in all of them, especially his father who had a collection of brand name watches on full display in his closet. Each one a shiny color of gold, rose gold and silver. Some were black, matte and designed with diamonds. No wonder women liked his father so much, he brought their love with the money he gets on the daily, probably making love to them in his closet where his wealth was easily displayed.

He cleared his throat and exited the elevator, having the doorman escort the both of them out as if they haven’t been there before. “So what do I get for doing this? Are you getting me a gift too?” He joked, opening the drivers door of his car. He would have opened the passenger door for her, maybe, if the doorman didn’t already race to the rescue.

[jihoxth]

event planning | jiho + taeyeon

[rosalynn-cam]

Taeyeon completely froze, moreso out of surprise than intimidation. Of course, she couldn’t have expected more from Jiho but, at the very least, she’d thought that he would have the decency to put on an act. Taking a deep breath, eyes closing for a brief moment, she spoke again although the tone in her voice was much more stern, “It’s a collaborative event, Jiho. I’m sure that you understand that that requires both input and work from both sides.” She began to pick up the documents that he’s shoved aside, stacking them back into neat piles and replacing them how she could, “And I’m very appreciative of the support I’m certain your company will bring.”

She glanced up at him, gaze strong - she refrained from hurling her handbag at his face, but his arrogant smirk was making it difficult to do so. “It will be a mutually beneficial decision to work together, Jiho,” she said, not breaking eye contact, “So, if you don’t mind, I’ll be continuing with my proposal now and please…” Taeyeon smiled sarcastically, “Do let me know your input.”

[jihoxth]

The male sighed at her words, each one going in one ear and coming out the other as per usual. “Yeah yeah I know what collaborative means, thanks,” he put forth with an attitude, unsurprisingly. He still internally debated whether he should walk out now or when she’s finished with the project. He didn’t necessarily look forward to his father giving him all five fingers to the face so he sat there idly, now pretending that he actually cared but in reality he would rather be petting his dog than be here. 

Just from her tone of voice and the way she presented her smile, Jiho could tell he was getting under her skin, probably picking at the right nerves. “Fine, go one with your proposal and while you’re at it, get one of your men to convince my father to get me out of this. It’ll be easier on you and me but for right now, knock yourself out with what you have to say about whatever we’re doing.” He relaxed in his chair, all ears temporarily open to ideas. 

[thxartemis-blog]

[☽] When You’re Bored; Jiho x Artemis

The loud and noisy environment was starting to get to her as she swirled the champagne glass. If only she was still at home, working on costumes or at least resting, she would have been fine. Out of the all days, she was asked to come to this charity event when she had other business to attend too. Of course, her grandmother still wasn’t able to make it, but it was good to see the elder feeling better. Artemis stood around, greeting people one after the other till she had no one else to greet. Her outfit was indeed glamorous, but it wasn’t something that she had made this time. The girl was lucky enough to have meet a fellow designer during her time back home. Art was glad her friend was able to help her in a time of need.

Taking a sip of her non-alcoholic drink, she continued to walk around the area. There wasn’t much for her to do until she spotted a familiar male looking bored as much as she is. Although to her, he seemed busy with someone. Artemis paced herself up to him, just waiting from behind. “Santa Jihohoho,” she said, the moment he was available. “I’m surprised to see you here.” The raven haired smiled at him. Art did her best to put up a happy aura, but was failing miserable seeing how she wasn’t in the mood enjoy herself. Why did her grandmother put her up with this? “What brings you here?” she asked.

[jihoxth]

“You have to attend to this event and no other words are being exchanged about it now wear what I’ve chosen for you. We have to dress properly for the occasion.”The 22 year old male groaned in annoyance as he thought about the words his father had thrown at him this very morning. The old man even threw some expensive suit at him and even accompanied the outfit with some golden Rolex, as if the student didn’t have enough of those in his closet. It was black, nicely fitted and even the bow tie was some sort of brand, Valentino maybe? 

Now the boy stood with a drink in his hand, alcoholic or not he wasn’t quite sure. It tasted a little like it but fruity as well, at this rate the male really didn’t care what he was drinking; something to black him out would be nice. Women had stepped up to him a few times but he only glared at them, not giving them the time of day for all he wanted was to get out of this hellhole. His father was somewhere, getting numbers from women probably. He was almost ready to grab his car keys and leave until a voice made him stop in his tracks. He twirled on his heels, evidently surprised to heard such a familiar tone and nickname. Artemis, the heir thought. At least there was someone he knew. “Didn’t think I’d see you here,” each word sounding low and tiresome as he spoke. “Let’s just say you can’t really argue with a stubborn father,” he sighed in response. “And you? What brings you here in such an...” he eyed her head to toe, she truly did dress for the occasion. “Outfit.” 

[jihoxth]

welcome back | jiho + seunghyun

[88a18-blog]

How to make an impression on one’s first day? Meet up with Yoon Jiho and skip the very first day of school right after confirming your attendance in the administration office.

Jiho was right. Who was he trying to kid? He was always known as someone who would care neither for an impression nor a good record in class. There shouldn’t be any reason for him to change that unique personality of his. “Let’s go for some kimchi fried rice and ramen. Usual place? Myeongdong?” He made a turn to exit the campus with a quick comment. “This campus is huge, I bet there are some fun people to keep you entertain while I was away.”

[jihoxth]

A smirk played on the males face as he saw how his friend truly didn’t change after all these years. Even as a child until now, the 22 year old still wondered how he deals with this idiot.

“Yeah yeah whatever,” Jiho swatted his friend away from his personal space now. Each pair of eyes seemed to follow them through the exit; why’re people so curious these days. The boy scoffed and barely held in his snort at his friends comment. If there was anyone who kept him company it was the awkward tension between his ex and himself and a few social care kids that he couldn’t quite get kicked out of the University just yet. “As if, no one can entertain me as much as you and Skylar do...but there were a few exceptions.” His finger snapped, remembering a few names he’s befriended in the few years his best friend was gone. Even some new enemies were made as well.