i'll be waiting

if you're ready, heart is open I'll be waiting. come find me if you're searching for forever i'll be waiting. come find me. i see you, here in the darkness. blinding light right where your heart is. if you're ready, heart is open. i'll be waiting. come find me.

[jjxjin-blog]

hello friends of jeju, this is goodbye. so, goodbye friends. 

it has come to my attention that this rp is no longer the unicorn infested, rainbow land i have heard and gotten to know. but now, now it is a place of darkness and pain. and as a famous rp, that goes by the name of trashmykrp once said on the 30th of December 2016, “why do we want to see them fail.” WELL MY FRIENDS, the answer is clear. it is within our reach! A REVOLUTION IS NEEDED. ok i’m just joking. but seriously, i feel like im a little INAPPROPRIATE for this rp, as SOME may say. i just got that fiYAH THAT CANNOT BE TAMED UKNO.

my katastrophic, memetastic ass will now be going elsewhere to chill. thank for the amazeballz time i have had here, ya’ll are the best. ples unfollow jin and cheonsa, i’ll probably still be here if you wanna chat!11!!!!!1! 

btw this is me tO YOU KNOW WHO AYE AYE, WINK WONK, MOIST WINK EHH EHH

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Memory ; {Anna x Jin }

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jjxchoianna:

I miss you.

Over and over, these words escaped her lips when she used to call him. He was hers at one point and she was his. The saddest part was that she still doesn’t know why.. Why he left her. He never gave her the real answer. She was left wondering, overthinking and crying over the stupid thing called love.He was much older. He had experience. He showed her a different world from her own. She had lived here since then, back and forth to Seoul for training and competitions. He always supported her, making her feel like even the bronze medal was gold. But it wasn’t.

She can’t help but think. Was it all a lie? Did he really love her or was she just another girl he drove around with? Were those kisses simply out of pure physical attraction and nothing more?

She sat on her bed, clutching her head. She lost everything and she was about to lose herself anytime soon. Whatever that piece of thread she was hanging on, it was quite strong. Since she’s still alive and trying to live every single day as much as she could.

At one point, she wanted to have a tattoo but she was an athlete and she couldn’t do such things just for love, thus she ended up writing his name over her heart like a tattoo and still it pains her up to this day.

Her phone rang, her face turned pale.For the first time in years, after he said it was over. He’s calling her.But even before she could speak, there he goes again, the bad boy that he is. Breaking her heart into pieces, even tho it already is. Chaerin? Was it his new girlfriend? Was it the same girl she saw at the race with him?

“Oppa.. It’s been a while.” She forced herself to say, the pain lingers. People leave, she knows. They come and go but then a part of them stays and the pain as well. “I know.. Obviously, you wouldn’t call me out of the blue like that. It’s been.. years.” And it indeed, has been years since they had broken up. It was tormenting. Wanting to hear his voice but him saying another girl’s name was a slap back to reality after living a small dream.

“How have you been?” How awkward their conversation has become. She used to receive calls from him before, being told to come out as they would go for a drive. They used to fight over childish things too but would also kiss and make up in the end. Now, it was back to square one. Where everything is just a memory now. “Oh, I’m sorry for asking. I might be keeping you from talking to.. Chaerin. I’ll hang up so you can call her.” She was in a rush to end the call. She didn’t want him to be the first to let go again, just like he did before.

her voice over his phone only makes him shudder slightly, the lingering memories that strung him along, the face and skin he felt as his own caressed the next, and hyoji would always question him, question his loyalty towards her, and he would time and time again reassure her that she was all he knew. yet, somewhere in the nooks of his existence, the memories of anna would always be existent. the trips to the park, how she would turn up to his races, and how he would turn up to hers. and when hyoji did the same to him, he could do nothing but be reminded of anna. it was wrong of him to still linger on another yet still move himself to the next. but all was an excuse to get away from her. and perhaps, how he cut hyoji off was a good idea, but now with the presence of anna, he felt uncertain about his life again. he remains silent for a while, listening to her, craving for her voice, the way her lips would move in front of him, yet he could only think of how much of a mistake it was to be here today. if only he had driven home, put off with the traffic, breathed a little harder, and tried much harder to be patient, maybe then... this wouldn’t have happened. a chuckle leaves him, attempting to fill the awkwardness he felt.

how has he been?

his been terrible. the years have treated him so miserably that even his own brother has neglected to recognise him. and now, with the realisation that his feelings are still a thing of the present, he is angry with himself. such emotional turmoil that can not be tamed, yet he has chosen this path. ignorance is bliss, and love is even more so. 

“i ––” “...could be better.”

and he forgets to ask her how she’s been. the thoughts that kept him drowning rise again, and he is oblivious to how to react. he loosens his shoulders, tensed limbs now more relaxed then before and a sigh leaves him as she apologises.

“no.”

no, she wasn’t keeping him from anyone. she was the exact person he wanted to see, yet never had the courage to face. he felt terrible, that much he could admit to, but he never had the chance to tell her why. he did what he did to protect her, to keep her out of harms way, yet in harms way was where he had gotten her. 

“if you’re free...” “i’m outside.” “we can talk.”

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Memory ; {Anna x Jin }

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jjxchoianna:

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry!”

These were the first words that Anna told him when she accidentally hit his car from behind. She was young then, causing an accident on the very same day she got her license. Her long hair looking like a mess as the air blew. It wasn’t even dark, the sun was out and yet she still made a mistake by bumping the back of his car. 

She was sure that the driver wouldn’t even consider her a celebrity just because she was part of the national team. Her thoughts were a mess just as the cars behind them that has been honking at her and making her feel more anxious and she was ready to be scolded, reported to the police even.

But even when she closes her eyes, she can still remember how handsome he was. He was mad, yes he was. Yet there she was, stunned by how good looking he was despite getting mad at her mistake. She bowed quite a lot as she asked for forgiveness.

“I..I-I’ll pay for the damages, I swear! Y-You can give me your number and I’ll get back to you!” Raising her left hand instead of her right, changing it to her right hand only after she noticed her mistake. “I’m sorry! I just got my license and.. I really didn’t mean to scratch your car.” Her fingers then were over her lips as she nervously started biting on her nails. She didn’t even notice the bump on her own white Kia Optima because she was more worried about his car. It looked expensive and she was sure that her parents will kill her for causing an accident as soon as she got to drive her new car.

Little did she know that he was going to be more than just a small accident in her life. It wasn’t a hit and run, yet it felt that way years and years later. As she opened her eyes, it was already morning and she can’t help but feel sad. “Another dream.. why does it always have to be him?” She mumbled quietly, trying to ignore the fact that even up to this day, she misses him.

Maybe one day she’ll learn.. not to miss him. But that day didn’t seem to be today.

@jjxjin

a finger that tapped mundanely against the surface of his steering wheel, traffic was oddly gross today, not thinking of where he was, he took a turn that would inevitably lead him to the same spot he had told a specific girl that he couldn’t do it anymore. 

his car stopping against the curb, hopping out from his r8 and walking around to the rear of his vehicle, only to sit beside it, along the curb. traffic was gross, and what more, his impatience couldn’t be held in much longer. cliffside. that’s where he was, situated outside, chaerin’s number visible on his phone screen now, and he was hesitant in calling her out, he was afraid she was going to hide from him and ignore him, like she had always. and he freezes for a moment, locking his phone and putting it away in his pocket. he was completely oblivious that she had lived here too. 

a hand came up to gently pat at the mark on his r8, battle scars that left memories indented into his lover forever, or until he wanted to get it fixed. but of course, he preferred to have the dent there, as evidence that he too, at one point did value someone more than his car. 

and he remembers it so vividly, so clearly, so intensely that he would’ve sworn it had all happened just yesterday. a young driver, reckless almost, rammed at his rear, and the marks were there to prove it. his almost two hundred grand vehicle, his baby and life, his wife to be and child, his everything –– was hurt. and the one responsible was no other than the girl he had years later broken.

his back facing the complex, a sigh leaving him.

a part of him misses her, but a part wished he really didn’t. and his mind kept returning to hyoji, despite his feelings were real, anna had always been in the back of his mind. the girl he had been with for the past year, and he had thought hyoji was the one, only to also abandon her because he was afraid. the same feeling he felt when he had left his brother at fourteen. the same fear, that runs through his body, the veins that pump that poisonous red throughout his entirety only to be drowned out by the sound of silence, and he was afraid more than anything to keep something he loved by his side, only to hurt them. and he let them all go. 

he was a man of great ethics, yet his ethics never kept up to his morals, he was but a simple man, a man of great pleasure and a man of even greater things. yet his past has always lingered by his shoulder and threatened to take everything away from him.

and she, was one of them. 

without checking, the phone was in his hand, and he decided to call for chaerin. not exactly checking for the right number but he had expected the familiarity of her voice to accomodate him as he rung.

“hey, chaerin.” “i’m outside, are you busy?”

silence peeked, and he brought his phone down to check why, and chaerin wasn’t the name he saw dialled. 

anna.

“oh, sorry. wrong number.”

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jjxjaedeok:

@jjxjin

jaedeok was a man of many vices. he enjoyed alcohol for the taste, cigars for the allure…but men, he enjoyed for purely carnal reasons. 

pretty guys were his weakness, though it was still more controlled than most people’s deficiencies and not nearly as exploitable. statistically, those assailed by the human incarnation of satan were more often than not…attractive people.  he liked ruining people’s lives, but he really liked looking at beautiful people while he ruined their lives. 

so when he stumbles on a certain mechanic…well while he first sees him…he just watches. tongue out, eyeing him up and down in the least subtle way humanely possible. 

when said mechanic looks up, he wolf whistled. 

“hey there muscles, working hard? need me to wipe your sweat?”

it was that time of month when his bae r8 needed its monthly maintenance check. the only time when he felt truly happy and alive to be breathing the same air as that greasy man by the mechanics shop. it had always been a chore to talk to the old man, but today, today was different, today was for a good cause. his r8 depended on him to talk to the old man, with an ecstatic grin on his face, widened crescents and the simmering temper of an excited man child, jin joyously tends to his car.

although he hadn’t noticed anyone, the gaze placed behind his back not only awakens him from his temporary blissful kingdom, but also was triggered heavily by the whistling. he doesn’t turn back immediately, he waits until he finished with the oil change, closes the lid and turns around, not expecting much. the love his life, his saviour and only family, his r8 was all he needed. and with that, a smirk grows on his features, a brow raises slightly as the other began to spoke. for someone so good looking, the other male was a bit of blague. his gaze drops to the ground, only to shake his head lightly.

“is there anything i can help you with?”

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“If I were given a chance to meet him again in my next life, I’d like to crash my car harder to his car. Maybe then if I did that, he’d fall harder for me than I have fallen for him.” 

— Choi Anna, CeCi Korea (October Issue 2014)

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kanghyunyungxjj:

“Yah, am I one of the workers who doesn’t listen?” she felt the annoyance growing once again. She knew Jin was someone of power where she worked, and if he thought that she was lacking or didn’t do enough, then that was definitely a problem for her. “Tell me what I haven’t done or done properly, then! I always listen!”

Hyun Yung knew that she was being defensive about this and if anything, if she kept insisting that she was a good worker, it’d only open his eyes to make him look and try to find the flaws in her abilities. It was best to just work in silence and keep working hard and if he thought she didn’t work hard enough, it was probably best, since he would only be watching from the outside and not looking at the details.

“The clueless?” she scoffed. “I really do fail to see how you’re doing that,” she mumbled, returning her attention to what she was doing and not his face, which was only annoying her more and more with the expression he had plastered on his face. 

“Yeah, most people are good at that, aren’t they? It’s a good thing I’m not one of them.”

and throughout her talking, he does nothing but nod, he completely agrees because he totally knows what she is saying. and he would be lying if he said was listening to her very intently. what a hypocrite, honestly. and her last statement encourages a little tug of his corners. of course not, not knowing what exactly happened and immediately showing attitude to me is totally not jumping to conclusions. his orbs slightly rolling in their sockets before, nodding again.

“i’m glad you’re not.”

sarcasm filling his tone, but not enough to make it obvious. and he would never underestimate her, he knew she was one of the most hardworking employees here, how her love for her brother could be easily seen by the way he was being treated right now. an arm extends, and a thumb sticks up, suggesting his approval of her great work.

“yeah, best employee of the month.” “do you want a raise?” “oh wait, i’m just a nuisance aren’t i?”

a smirk now on his features, as a hand slips back into his pocket, fiddling with his car keys. and he was reminded that he had another race this coming evening. a sigh leaves him, only to be further reminded that his opponent was no one but his arch nemesis, the hobbo down the street that drove in a corolla. his gaze drifts for a moment, as if he was alone with his thoughts, planning and scheming what route he would be taking, but his own tingling of his keys in his pocket pulls him out of his reverie.

“just...” “what do you want?”  

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jjxjungjiwon:

The same expression returned to his face so quickly and Jiwon let out a quiet sigh of relief. Jin was so much like a child, it was endearing and Jiwon couldn’t help but feel more like a mother in the time that she spent with him. There was a smile on Jiwon’s face as she watched him so eagerly eating his beloved garlic bread and it grew when he pushed the plate towards her. She took a piece that was mostly bread, not wanting to take a good piece that Jin would definitely enjoy so much more. 

“Really?” she asked, wondering if for a moment he was if he was exaggerating but a part of Jiwon knew that he was being serious. From what she knew, he lived alone with his two pugs that he loved so much and she knew that the pugs obviously didn’t encourage healthy eating to their beloved owner and caregiver and he was pretty much left to his own demise when it came to food. “Don’t worry, we’ll make sure you get tons tonight,” she said, her mind wondering what dish she should show him how to make that had lots of vegetables.

As she nibbled on her piece of the garlic bread, she froze for a moment at Jin’s question. Maybe she had heard wrong? Was it a brother he had mentioned or someone else? But she was sure it had been a brother.

She felt relieved once more as realization seemed to dawn on him and he confirmed that it was a brother. 

“Again, we don’t have to, so don’t feel burdened or anything to tell me,” she said, pushing the plate back towards him. “Go on, eat up. We’ve got a long day ahead of us.”

he nods, both a little happy that he finally got to taste the greens he had missed out on for so long, and also the sadness that dwelled over him with the realisation that he may not be able to eat his twenty loaves of garlic bread in one serving for dinner. but none of that weighed to how happy he was to finally have proper food. and he lived with his two pugs, the equivalent of his two children, and the resemblance they held, their big eyes, and strong legs that would sprint passed him unless he had food for them. much like himself, he was the kind of person to never notice another, unless food was involved and the other party was there in the presence of said food. jin always had to associate food with a person in order to remember who they are.

and he remembers how he associates sunhee with a peanut. because during their first encounter there was a tray of peanuts on the table that he had been nibbling on before being rained on by the other’s drink, then drained in a pile of tissue. what a great first impression. waving his fork in the air, with a piece of garlic bread on top, as he shook his head.

“talking about him is fine.” “but i think he has a boyfriend now?” “i don’t know.” “i don’t understand why you would want to be with another human?” “i mean garlic bread and pugs are better ––”

he pauses for a moment, remembering how much time and devotion he had spent on hyoji, how he had done everything he could in his power to make her happy, to put her first, and inevitably he was hurt, but he had hurt her more. and he cursed himself, his entire life and existence to how things had to go, to how things had to happen. but surely, staring at his brother walking into his own death now, was but an amusing act. yet again, jin had no place to say so, he was but a stranger, a colleague, a manager above the other, so all he could do was watch. and the realisation that jiwon also had an exlover he recalled seeing, but never had the chance to meet personally. he wasn’t sure if things had ended between them, or if they were still going strong, but it felt so wrong to say or ask anything. and he settles with a twirl of his naked fork in the air.

“how is uh ––” “you and...”

he clears his throat, as to denote a sense of questioning about her significant other. 

“you know...”

a cough this time.

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jjxleejaeeun:

Jae Eun was glad that Jin seemed okay with her decision, although he never seemed like the type that would complain or whine about it, especially since it was a place that had been one of his suggestions. 

As he stood there wobbling, a part of Jae Eun wondered if she was perhaps meant to fix his shoe lace but before she could say or do anything, he was back on the ground, working on fixing it and she felt a little bad, even though he had never asked her for help and she had been oblivious to the idea until the last moment. 

“You did? Ah, oppa, you really didn’t have to, I could pay for myself…” she said, but she was thankful and in awe that he would do something like that. Although from what she had learned, he always seemed wiling to do these kinds of things for her. Her wallet let out a sigh of relief at having saved the money on the admission fee but she felt guilty for simply letting him pay for it, and the thought was clearly written all over her face as he finally managed to fix his laces and shifted into a position to beg her to accept his offer.

“Oppa…you…” she was surprised and quickly looked around to see if anyone was watching and thankfully, no one else was around at the moment. She kneeled down in front of him, reaching for his arm to get him up and off the floor but paused for a moment before just grabbing at his sleeve instead and tugging at it. “Don’t cry oppa…please don’t cry,” she frowned. “I accept…but please, let me buy us lunch afterwards, okay? Let that be the least I can do.”

he wasn’t the kind of guy to overvalue the worth of money, he felt that if someone’s happiness could come first and benefit, he would be more than happy to obligate with his wallet. and maybe that was because of how he grew up, the circumstances of his poor household, and all the negatives that came with it, and the vowel that had followed to help those much like himself when he was able. but to him, jae eun was a jewel amongst the rusted metals, and he meant that in a way where he felt the need to protect her, not because of the stupid shipping ordeal, but because he felt he was capable. and he sees everyone as the jewel that they are, even his brother, but he’s not so sure anymore. he’s not sure if he wants to even pursue that idea of revealing himself to the other, he isn’t sure if he needs a guardian angel or someone to take pictures of the other, he wasn’t so sure the effort he was putting in was worth the pay. he had been hassled and pushed to the edge, yet with his every dying will he fought back, only to be shunned away. 

why would a person hassle another so much, then end up abandoning and favouring another? it was pathetic. people of those kinds –– no, such things do not deserve the decency to live. because damn it, he had a brother who couldn’t even recognise him. pity, really.

and as she knelt down in front of him, his orbs widened slightly, he wasn’t prepared to see her this close to his face, and as her fingers laced around his arm, he felt a tickle at his spine, he wasn’t sure if that was the unusual physical contact he was receiving from her or the fact that his shoelace looked so damn good, tied up so beautifully that even the most gorgeous of things would be jealous. and he proud of his work. he doesn’t notice the slipping of his grip onto his shirt, because he was too busy admiring his masterpiece.

and his expression is kept neutral, he has grown to adapt facing his brother, as well as hiding the disgust on his face at the very thought of it all. was he even a brother in the other’s eyes? could he even measure up against other people? maybe his existence no longer meant anything to the other. and all he could do was shrug. a shrug that in no way meant he had given up, but a shrug that denoted a sense of fuck it. synonymous they may seem, but to him, the meaning had a completely different vibe. and he nods. he nods to jae eun’s offer.

“lunch, and lunch only.” “okay?”

he nods a second time. and if he could remember correctly, the aquarium was but a few streets away. parking was always difficult during these days and times, so he had sufficed with walking rather than spending the next ten hours finding a suitable place for his r8.

“i think the aquarium is within walking distance.” “you okay with walking?”

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seochaerinxjj:

It was an unfamiliar feeling for Chaerin, heartache, since she had managed to do so well to close her heart off to the world when it came to love, but had shared beds with a few men here and there one she had gotten herself in shape and as thin as she was now, but those encounters had been very clearly stated for them both that it was meant to be purely physical and nothing more but Jin had managed to break down her walls and find a way into her heart, even if it was for something as simple as a crush.

She nodded at his response. More of a tea person…that thought brought a small smile to her face, a small similarity between the two that Chaerin blew up into something bigger. Tea was something Chaerin preferred as well, green tea in particular which she had grown so accustomed to after all the time she had spent with her grandparents in Boseong. 

He didn’t move to get himself a tea though, he didn’t move at all except to shift the way he stood so that he was leaning against the desk, pulling out his phone and occupying himself with that instead.

But why right here? she thought to herself. There are plenty of places to sit, why is he just standing here? Chaerin stared at him as he sniggered at his phone, amusing himself with whatever it was he was looking at. 

“Oppa…” she said softly, attempting to sound a little bit nicer now, since she knew he had done no wrong. She was just embarrassed, ashamed, and couldn’t bear to face him. He had been nice in the way he had rejected her. 

“Why don’t you go and have a seat? Standing around isn’t exactly comfortable…”

tea. ah, yes. the blissful aroma of a boiling hot cup of tea. and he had no favourites, all tea had a special place in his heart, except ginger tea. ginger tea would always act as a constant reminder to him of the days when he was sick, sick to the point where he found speaking alone was a task deemed too difficult even for the guy that risked life and limb to win a few grand a night. it was ridiculous. and coffee was never something he enjoyed drinking, it bought upon a weird taste to his tongue, an unpleasant desire that blossomed into trends and the wanting to bloom into something greater. it was strange, really, how oddly he thought of coffee. he felt as if all the pretentious pricks in the world preferred coffee over the delicacies of tea. or maybe he just thought of himself as a regal prince who lived off of tea, and british accents. and he internally shrugs off the ridiculous idea.

her voice causes him to stop scrolling on his phone, his thumb frozen in mid air and he stood there to savour the lovely voice of the other. the voice that she use to use with him, the very gentle voice that didn’t suggest any sort of harm on his end, the voice that told him he had done nothing wrong. but up until now, that voice was but a momentary chirp. and he sighs, not wanting to say anything else. 

he stood here in front of her because he wanted her to somewhat sympathise with how he felt. being in the presence of another person yet, receiving nothing but the glooming existence they gave off. and to be quite honest, he had only thought of that reasoning now. if you were to truly ask him of why, he would be lying to say he knew. he stood there because that was something he would do. it was a jin thing. without looking back at her, a small smile perking onto his corners.

“but i’m not standing around...” “i’m  standing here.”

a hand lifting off from his phone and a finger extends to swirl around the place he stood in.

“and here is comfortable.” “thank you for your concern.”

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Bottle for two

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junhoxjj:

Junho knew there wasn’t much he could say that would make Jin feel better about his past, about his decisions, and he knows it by his own experience. The only difference is that he doesn’t speak of Soorin to anyone, and perhaps this was the first time he even mentioned what his relationship with her was like. Jin sounded much more willing to put into words his feelings, his situation, and Junho could only admire him for it. He wished he could be like that, that he could maybe get everything out of his chest with one person, but even with Jin -who was the one closest to be the recipient of his confession- he doesn’t feel like it’s right to just vent out.

Junho had made mistakes, not only leaving Soorin behind, but by also causing his father’s condition with his hard words. He is so ashamed about everything in his past, that he can’t really think of a way to put it into words. But he can try and help Jin, in the best way he knows. “You’ll keep feeling that way, nothing I say will help you with that” Honesty, the only thing he can give to his friend. “But the one person that can help you with that is him. Whether you tell him or not, you’ll find all the answers with him, not with me” He added, wishing he could be more supportive.

“So I guess I’m not being of too much help, am I?” He asked him, a hint of a smile that quickly disappears from his face. He wished he could be many other things, and one of them was a better friend. He had no idea what else to do, what else to say, but he did want to be there for him.

"how are things between you and your sister?”

his brow slightly raised in question, but he quickly retaliates at the realisation that many people may not want to share these kinds of things in their lives with the people around them. and jin hurriedly raises his hand, shaking it in refusal before words could manage to come out in the panic that he was in.

“of course, you don’t have to talk about it ––” “if that’s preferable.”

a nervous smile pulling across his corners, and it had become a habit for him to ask without thinking, and maybe it was because of how limited of questions he could ask those around him when he was younger. his mother telling him to be quiet and to go to his room to do things by himself. things like staring at the dirty wall that had clouded stains of orange, yellow and brown, a few red, closely resembling the trickling of blood. and he remembers, that it is blood. his to be exact. and even as a child, jin was never one to receive the full affection of a grown family. and this time he sighs.

“talking to you, is help enough.” “and i guess you’re right...” “you have to start somewhere.”

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jjxsunhee:

Sunhee sighs, his words making her feel guilty because she always claimed she gave people a chance but here she was, being completely judgmental about someone she barely knew. “You’re right” She said as she rested her head on her hand. “I’m sorry for calling you a wet shirt girl, and I’m sorry about asking about your lady parts. You obviously hide them well and I shouldn’t have pointed it out, I’m sorry” She apologized, repeating the word sorry in a few whispers and soon, forgetting what she was even apologizing for.

“I’m not rich” She clarifies with a pout “I’m poor, didn’t I tell you? I live in a very small apartment and I have so many debts, I didn’t know people could spend so much and earn such a small amount of money. And I work hard, but money just… disappears, like magic” She complains with another sigh “Why would you think I’m rich? You’re funny, I’m not drunk, am I?” She asks as she looks at his fingers.

“You had five! A hand has five fingers dummy” She laughs, her humor appearing again, only to disappear when he speaks again. “I am” She confesses, getting a little more serious “Life is unfair. I try to be a good person but life doesn’t like me. I like life, it’s an unrequited love with life. Life doesn’t like me back”

“don’t say that ––” “life is just playing hard to get.”

he nods, his fingers wiggling in front of him, still slightly shocked at the fact that she couldn’t identify the number of fingers he had waving in the air. and he takes it by surprise that she was able to live by her self. a big part of him had laughed at the idea that a rich daughter, well an heiress at that would ever be able to abandon such a lifestyle for one of a simple, ‘peasant’ man’s interaction. she lived the dream. but whether or not she could call it a dream, was another question.

“but that’s good that you’re independent.” “not like your family’s going to send a spy after you, right?”

he looks at her, this time slightly shrugging, short laughter following as a sign of sarcastic teasing. how weird would it be if she had her personal body guard or spy, watching her every move to protect her from crooks and danger. maybe that’s why she’s been able to survive out in the wild without her family for so long. now it all made sense. he shakes his head slightly, no, that is none of your business get your head out of her shit.

“oh... how ridiculous...” “...that would be...”

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jjxleejaeeun:

“Car telepathy…?” there was a confused expression on Jae Eun’s face at this, but it only took a moment or two to understand what he meant and then she couldn’t help but laugh again, trying to imagine the older man talking to the car through his mind and she even went as far as to imagine the car talking back to him in a silly, deep voice. “Maybe…you should take it easy on the car telepathy then. Your car will talk to you when it’s ready,” she suggested, although they both knew that the car would never actually talk back, but she couldn’t help but wonder if Jin thought that maybe, someday, it would.

When Jin started to list some suggestions, her eyes widened, the giddiness and eagerness at his suggestion showing all over her face. Jae Eun didn’t get to experience a lot of things that other people her age had when they were young, but it wasn’t something she was ever bitter over or upset over. Jae Eun always knew that her brother did the best that he could, she could always see it and it was something she wouldn’t ever dream of doubting about. 

“Those all sound like good ideas…” she said, her voice having a faraway tone to it as she imagined the two of them doing all those things together. They all appealed to her, but the idea of a picnic bothered her, only just a little. Wasn’t picnics something couples did? She knew that wasn’t Jin’s intention or what he meant, but what would other people think if they saw them having a picnic together? 

The other two options appealed to her as well, but of course, both of those required money. It’s okay, she thought to herself. You’re allowed to have fun. Hyunbin will be happy to know you went somewhere fun. And with that thought, she nodded, making her decision.

“Can…we go to the aquarium? It’s getting cold so I’m not sure we’d enjoy an amusement park as much…unless you want to go to the amusement park! If you do, then we can do that instead.”

he nods, and maybe she was right. when his r8 was ready, maybe it would finally be able to speak to him. maybe ask him how his day was, or what he had eaten all day, or even serenade him to sleep. oh, what wild fantasies these were. but to him, jin had always imagined his audi having a quite charming voice at that, quite manly and rather attractive. but of course, jin would probably abandon the city of jeju and everyone else on that island –– nay, the world and retrieve back into a cave of his own with his beloved car and perhaps, marry it and make some car babies along the way. oh, what a disturbing image –– jeebus.

“aquarium it is, then!”

his foot still wobbling inches off the ground, an annoyed frown now evident on his features, and he crouches down one last time to attempt into tying the tangled mess that is his shoe. and immediately he looks up at her, with the realisation that perhaps not everyone could afford such a trip to the aquarium, and also that not all students were able to rake up so much money. unlike his illegal ass, which would earn money so easily.

“it’ll be my treat.” “i managed to save up a lot so i could take you out today.”

another smile, this time full of warmth and genuinely hoped that she would accept his offer. and the fact of the matter was that, jin did in fact work hard these past few days, he did a few more shifts than necessary and a few more races than usual. but of course, having almost thousands of dollars to spend on a simple trip to the aquarium for two, would be a little outrageous. 

“please don’t make me cry.” “just accept my offer okay.” “please, jae eun.”

having successfully tied his lace, he rests both his knees on the concrete, hands coming together in a praying motion.

“or else, i might be forced to embarrass you.”

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( past ) casualty;

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yeseulxjj:

one thing for sure after her move onto the island, to hunt for a job and it just so happened that yeseul was busy roaming around the streets prior to her arrangements of the lair she’d bound to call home there and came across icelab. as it suddenly piqued her interest ( sans cafe dream which she had been inclined to visit as well ) and ordered the wonderful treat, which was the well known patbingsu.

she loved everything there is to it, and as she was done with her delicacy—she decided to test her luck and applied for the job. in turned out nicely as they were highly in need for more staff and the owner understood well since she had classes to attend. so, she’d work whenever she had spare time and juggled student life brilliantly without the knowledge of her folks in the slightest.

back onto reality, kang yeseul. 

“well, our patbingsu is highly recommended but if you’re not into patbingsu then we have a wide selection of ice cream and desserts. you could pick and mix as well, ” she jested whilst keeping her smile intact. surely he had been a regular, but why was he asking for a recommendation? 

“patbingsu it is, thank you.”

a smile pulling at his corners, although he was a regular for so long, with the weeks of broken routine he couldn’t help but seem to lose his touch in the greater things in life. all the unexplored food he had never gotten to taste so nicely against his taste buds. a sacrifice in the name of education and graduation. a sigh leaving him, at the thought of having to leave the place he had only gotten so used to over the past few years of his life.

“also, waffles with ice cream.” “and maybe fried ice cream as well...”

squinting at the menu board, slightly holding back the urge to leap over the counter and dive straight for the kitchen and swamp himself in the delicious delicacies of the desert world. but of course, that would be illegal and very much against everything he believed in. then again, his entire life was against the law.

“do you think that’s too much?”