SM연습생

indie & sel. JUNG JI-HOO of LOVE AND LEASHES ( other muses upon request in pinned! )

[joh-eun-gae]

— SM연습생 . . .

ind. & sel. JUNG JI-HOO of netflix's LOVE AND LEASHES . novella / literate — 18+ MDNI ( canon typical mature and triggering material will be present, minors do not interact ! ) — mun is 33 — rules under the cut

OTHER MUSES UPON REQUEST !!

MEMES — VERSES — BIO

PERMANENT STARTER CALL

loved by , fleabag !!

GENERAL. this will not be a mutuals only blog. if you want to RP with me, don’t be afraid to simply shoot me an IM, meme prompt, or an ask to get something started! i’m open to most fandoms, and i especially love OC’s!

i’m generally a pretty busy guy as a standard rule. i am a full-time parent, full-time actor/model, and full-time idiot. i treat RP as a hobby, and i won’t be around as often as i’d like to be, but i will always get to replies as quickly as i’m able to without distracting myself too much.

FOLLOWING. this is a fairly open versed blog -- i’m multiverse, crossover, and OC friendly of course! i thoroughly enjoy OC’s, but i’ll be more inclined to play with them if they have a bio/about page. i will not play with anime characters or cartoon characters unless they have an irl face claim-- sorry folks!

i have no passwords or secret codes or that you need to find in order to play with me, and although i can see where others are coming from, i refuse to send in passwords for anyone else’s rules. i promise you the first thing i do before following anyone is read through their rules religiously quite a few times.

THREADING. i match my partners in format and length as best i can - but in regards to length, i tend to get a little bit wild. one liners and simple chat threads are fine! but don’t be surprised if i get excited and respond with a couple of paragraphs. you are by no means expected to match my length.

unless otherwise plotted and specified, under no circumstances are you to godmode my character.

i love to continue asks as threads, but if you’d like to do so, please don’t reblog the ask! i’d prefer you start a new thread to continue it! if you don’t want to go through the effort, merely comment on the ask itself and i’ll start a new thread with that reply.

NSFW: SHIPPING + SMUT. my otp is muse/chemistry. i require chemistry in order to ship my muses with anyone, and generally that requires interaction. whether the relationship is built up within asks, memes, or threads, i still require some sort of interaction. despite this, don’t be afraid to come to me if you’d like to start our muses off with a pre-established relationship! I’m more than happy to discuss this before threading.

do not force your ship on me. i will never force a ship on you, so i require the same courtesy please. i honestly don’t mind if you message me to say that so-and-so has a crush! or ‘i ship our muses!’. potentially, if you’re feeling a connection, then i am as well. discussing it and telling me your muse has a crush is not forcing it, so don’t worry!

i’m a full ass adult, so smut is fine but i will not needlessly ERP, nor will i ERP with anyone under the age of 21. i won’t jump into it without some sort of build-up in their relationship or chemistry involved. i am perfectly fine with ERP materials, but unless it has been discussed and both parties are comfortable, i will fade to black.

this being said - DUE TO THE NATURE OF THIS BLOG; ji-hoo will react accordingly and appropriately depending on how your character treats him. if they are a naturally dominant character, ji-hoo will sniff that out and submit naturally. if he sees submission in another character, he will feel more comfortable in his vulnerability.

NSFW: TRIGGERS. this blog will most certainly be triggering. i will tag things accordingly and use read more’s where necessary, and will always state either at the start of a post or in the tags if you should be aware of any triggering material.

the triggers on this blog may include: ↪ BDSM materials ↪ alcohol and use ↪ mentions of abuse i will tag any general triggers accordingly, as stated above, but i am not to be held responsible if you are to get triggered by either ignoring my tags or not specifying what you need tagged. i have no qualms tagging things if i’m asked to - please don’t be afraid to tell me to tag something for your own comfort, but do not come at me should you accidentally get triggered.

i have no triggers, and i like to explore dark themes, but this doesn’t mean i expressly want to only play dark themes. i’m merely open to discussing it ( please note that i will not rp incest, paedophilia, or non-con scenarios and that is not up for dispute ).

[joh-eun-gae]

i return, i apologise - end of summer rushes had me working my two main jobs Hella tons and my 3rd and 4th jobs picked up too. finally have a schedule set up now where i get a couple days off in a row during the week, and my korean language partner and i can finally hang out more anyway, expect replies come monday ~!

[joh-eun-gae]

i swear on my soul I'll get to replies tonight but i have a date on Saturday morning and I'm tweaking out - so I had to pick a theme for today so i could do my grocery shopping . enjoy my face for a second time, and also you better guess correctly

[joh-eun-gae]

good morning, it is munday ~ i am getting coffee and gonna pump some stuff out before i go to work this evening, but thought i would share the reason why at least three people have compared me to siwan after watching some of his works. ( for those who don't know, i am an actor, and have always been expressive in the face, it is my signature now LMAO ). currently i am filming a horror flick, and i will share things from that once we wrap next month! enjoy while i go make my coffee now!!

[joh-eun-gae]

i lied - i went clubbing anyway. up for work again in 3 hours yippee !!

[joh-eun-gae]

okay i am almost caught up y'all !! but i've only got about an hour before i have to head for my graveyard shift, so i'm gonna go do my korean lessons and eat some lunch, and i'll try to get to the rest of my owed stuffs after work tonight if i don't get violently high first my friends invited me out to the club tonight but i literally work a graveyard and then an opening at my other job at 6am tomorrow, ain't no way i'm wasting the precious 8 hours i have between shifts to go clubbing, my ass is old, i need to SLEEP

anyway, if u want my discord or just wanna piss around in IM's tonight, i'll be around. my main job is dead as fuck every single day and i end up just staring at the wall. tonight will be a lil more productive as i have to be on set this weekend so i need to be a professional i guess and actually learn my lines ......

[shamenomore]

She felt his hand on his as she looked at him. "Stay back"she said backing up as she looked at him. "I don't need water. I need to find someone "she said as she was still dealing with what happened. She had to know if jinu was behind this. She had to.

She looked down as she looked downward as she felt her mind racing and everything was spinning. She felt a surge of energy come from her as she looked scared. More than anything.

[joh-eun-gae]

Ji-hoo lifts his hands in a placating manner, offering surrender but still smiling nervously. Rumi has been nothing but kind to him... she's steadfast and sure, but to see her so scared has him tapping into whatever caretaking instinct he has within him. Ji-hoo swallows hard, taking another small step forward, even after she's told him to stay back.

" It's okay.. Rumi, it's okay. You need to catch your breath first. " He offers her his hand hesitantly, holding it out toward her. If she takes it, he pats her hand gently; if she doesn't, he lets it drop to his side again stiffly. " We can look together, okay? But right now, you need to catch your breath and calm down a little ... please, let me help you. "

[joh-eun-gae]

“   you  don’t  want  to  see  my  anger ,   so  don’t  you  make  another  mistake .   ”

(Banda Sunato.)

@stcr-made

— ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀᴇᴅ ↪ @stcr-made

There's a momentary pause after she inspects the area, a scoff leaving her at the words of the man behind her. Dong-eun has all but ignored him since she'd arrived, played the game hard and came out of it unscathed. Another sweep of her eyes over the surrounding area before she turns on her heel to stare at Banda with a scrutinizing glare.

" Who are you to boss me around? " She releases a breathy laugh, tutting gently as if he's a child who has just been caught disobeying. " If I recall, you're the one who got in my way during that last game. Don't make the same mistake twice. "

[joh-eun-gae]

⁶⁾ two fingers pressed against a pulse point

── ★ ˙🌱 ̟ !! touch prompts — ACCEPTING !! ↪ @metanoiacal

He's calm, he's fine! He's perfectly CALM!! Okay, maybe he isn't so calm, but this therapist sat in front of him, is the most annoying man King has ever known (besides Su-yeol on a bad day), and he has half a mind to lunge for his throat with bare hands! He won't ... these sessions are for Su-yeol's benefit, and he won't jeopardize that. But he damn well wants to!

King is staring, upper lip ticking like an annoyed dog threatening a snarl as the therapist leans forward to grab his wrist, fingers pressed to the inside. The alter doesn't know what's happening in this instance - he's never had anyone take his pulse before, and although he can figure it out after a few long moments of confusion, King still doesn't exactly know the reasoning.

" Don't touch us. " It's barked, but it's an empty threat.

People don't touch King. They touch Su-yeol. People don't know King. They know Su-yeol. Su-yeol, Su-yeol, Su-yeol... Hui-gyeom sees Su-yeol and thinks he's written her poetry and sent her flowers, and women who look their way see and blush and stutter over Su-yeol, and his co-workers talk to Su-yeol ... King is invisible to a degree, so to have hands on him, regardless of the company kept, has his breath stuttering.

Heart rate spiking. The good doctor would feel it spike, speed up, thud so hard one wouldn't need to feel his pulse; they could just look at his neck and see the pulse. A thick swallow: " What.. are you doing? "

[joh-eun-gae]

— ᴍɪᴅ ᴅɪꜱᴛʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ↪ @angerify

He's locked in chat. Seong-je is in the zone. It's muscle memory at this point; fingers flying over keyboard and clicks well-timed. He feels the presence behind him, but he's used to others watching him play games. Seong-je has joked once or twice that he should start live-streaming his sessions, but he'd be a liar if he never admitted to enjoying the crowd that sometimes forms around him at the cafe when he's destroying some noobs. Both in-game and out, if he figures out one of the players is also in the cafe with him.

He's a bit of a sore loser.

This presence near him is closer than others dare get, however. It's dangerous to get within snapping distance of Wolf. He is a violent dog, and he absolutely will bite. The body heat and prying eyes are overstimulating in such an intense battle, and Seong-je finally tilts his head slightly to glance at whoever is next to him, vicious insults locked and loaded - but the venom falls dormant on his tongue at who he sees.

He double-takes comically, one eyebrow lifting in a muddle of confusion and irritation; his clicking pauses briefly, eyes scanning the lanky boy's frame next to him before settling on his face ... and his gaze is promptly thrown back to the game upon hearing possibly the worst thing he could hear. He got his ass kicked in the few seconds it took for him to inspect Baek-jin.

Seong-je sucks in a sharp breath, eyes flicking all over the screen before he shifts in his seat to fix his posture; then throws the chair back in his haste to stand. Mouse is thrown. Keyboard is shoved so hard that it rattles the cubicle desk. A snarl catches in his throat, and he has half a mind to grab Baek-jin by the scruff and beat his face in for making him lose. Instead, he shifts on the balls of his feet before crowding into Baek-jin's space. He won't touch the other boy. Baek-jin is the only one who's safe from Seong-je's personal rules and regulations.

Another snarl; " You owe me a Monster. White. Zero sugar. You made me lose, motherfucker. " A huff. " I need a cigarette. "

[joh-eun-gae]

awake but at what cost ,,,,,

okay y'all, i have coffee locked and loaded, time to pump out some stuff!! got an owed starter first, then gonna work on my asks, then replies! <33

[brokeasff]

POOKIE.

[joh-eun-gae]

good morning chat, i have to run some errands today but then i am free!!!! pls bother me, i love u so ,,,

[scealaiscoite]

── ★ ˙🌱 ̟ !! touch prompts

¹⁾ knuckles brushing across a cheek

²⁾ a fist knotted in the collar of a shirt

³⁾ lips pressed against a brow-bone

⁴⁾ legs intertwined under covers

⁵⁾ shaking hands knotted together

⁶⁾ two fingers pressed against a pulse point

⁷⁾ unsure fingers braiding hair

⁸⁾ thighs wrapped around a waist

⁹⁾ feet kicked up into a lap

¹⁰⁾ hands guiding a spoon up to waiting lips

¹¹⁾ linked pinkies

¹²⁾ a head leaned against a stomach

¹³⁾ footsie under a dining table

¹⁴⁾ hands playing gently with hair

¹⁵⁾ a thumb pressing down on a bottom lip

¹⁶⁾ fingers scratching at a scalp

¹⁷⁾ a chest pressed warmly against a back

¹⁸⁾ foreheads leaned against one another

¹⁹⁾ hands kneading at sore muscles

²⁰⁾ fingertips tracing the notches of a spine

[joh-eun-gae]

— ᴍᴏᴏɴᴊᴏʟɪɢʜᴛ ꜱᴏɴᴀᴛᴀ ↪ @tofore

Jagiya... Crazy. Sensitive. Too soft. Weird. There's nothing wrong. It's all in your imagination. These people are strange for strangers. The neon lights of the city, as opposed to the crickets and starry skies in the country, were supposed to be the promised Garden... but Hell has neighbours, and Jong-woo is a resident within the flames now. Cats hiss and yowl outside in the alleys, teenagers spit venomous words and the mentally unwell cackle and babble in the hall. They fail to see the bumps on the crown of his skull, threatening to grow horns. Jagiya —

His dreams are unkind now, though they had never often been gentle. There has always been something crawling beneath his skin. A devilish creature rolls within his gut, and the longer he interacts with these people in Eden, the more he is told to smile by his friend boss, the more he has to smell the metallic stench of raw, sour meat in the kitchen, so strong he can taste it... the more that creature wants to rip through the cage of his chest; snapping, snarling, glistening fangs, drool dripping blood pooling on tongue he wants wants, wants, wants, needs, needs, kill, kill, die, die, die die die die die die —

Should I kill you now? Tell me, jagiya... how should I kill you?

Jong-woo wakes with a start, a sharp inhaled gasp caught in his throat to the point of coughing and spluttering as he shoots up to a sitting position. Ripping the earbuds from his ears and grabbing his phone, Jong-woo pauses the music he'd fallen asleep to and groans upon inspection of the time. It's far too early to start his day, and far too late to do anything productive. Handsome young man - he knows he won't fall asleep again now. Not now that he's dreamed of blood and gore. Not now that he's dreamed of dilated pupils, staring, unblinking, beneath a shield of black hair and a grotesque smile.

A thick swallow, and Jong-woo shifts in place for a moment, contemplation etched in every line of his expressive face. A heaved sigh. He's tired, so his accent is thicker now. Busan country dialect rich with life. Goin' nowhere at this hour. Nowhere but the kitchen. Some water may help... from the tap, because something in the bottles lately makes him dizzy.

Kitchen. Cup. Water. Sip. Disgusted groan. Sip. Frustrated grumble. Sip.

He leans against the counter heavily, bent at the waist and forehead touching the cool countertop while he contemplates even going into work this morning. He can't smile anymore. His jaw hurts as much as his dignity. Cup shoved aside, he shifts one hand, thumb between teeth to chew at the flesh next to his nail. Nervous habit. Keeps him grounded. It takes far too long for him to feel the presence in the room with him. He starts, bouncing on his toes once like a startled cat before tilting his head to acknowledge the presence. " I'm not in the mood to talk. I'm goin' back to bed soon. " Leave me alone, you crazy fucking bastard.

[joh-eun-gae]

— ᴛᴇɴ ᴘɪɴ ; ᴋɪɴɢ ᴘɪɴ ↪ @angerify

His face is unreadable as he enters the alley; hands shoved in pockets, a leisurely gait. Curious eyes scan the room, lids half falling in lazy acknowledgement of the boys who stop cackling at poor jokes as they rise from their seats. One hand slips from his pocket, lifting to indicate that he not only wants them to stay put where they are, but to wave around in nonchalance as a breathy chuckle escapes him. " Well, don't stop giggling like schoolgirls on my account. "

The sneers and annoyance on their faces amuse Soo-ho. A cocksure smirk ticking up one side of his mouth as he saunters casually into the space; he dominates it, regardless of being the visitor. This isn't his territory, and he's only one boy. Still, he's confident in his abilities to not only talk himself out of some serious shit, or appeal to their better nature to some capacity... or kick their asses. He could just kick their asses.

" Where's bossman? " His smirk grows, his tone in the question dripping with condescension. And only when he's shown where to go does he vaguely remember the route there. Some sort of administration office; it's a good place to lounge, at any rate. Not that Soo-ho intends to stick around, but when the door swings open and he enters with lazy, dragging heels, he gives the impression that he does plan to spend some time there.

" What, no treats to welcome me with? " The boy's expression sours only slightly, brow pinching and lips twisting in feigned irritation of the blatant disrespect shown to him upon entering Baek-jin's space. He snoops around with restless hands; there are trinkets to be touched. " I'm starving. You don't have any snacks? I can't be here for anything important if you won't offer me any snacks. "

[joh-eun-gae]

— ᴅᴀᴍᴀɢᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ↪ @shamenomore

Celine had been thorough when bringing Ji-hoo onto the team. Although a bit nervous when it came to hearing of all the demons starting to crop up more and more, Ji-hoo was nothing if not a professional! A scaredy cat, but a professional all the same! Celine wouldn't have picked him if it weren't for his abilities - none as good as any Hunter, but the ability to recognize patterns was something beneficial.

The Idol Awards had gone, for a better lack of explanation, belly up. Damage control was absolutely needed, and Ji-hoo was the first one at the stage door to greet the girls after the whole fiasco ended - what he found instead was a very upset Rumi, and colourful patterns to boot. " Rumi? "

His voice wavers a little, nervous, but the girls had always been kind to him, and he had never felt anything but safe around them. Bravery wasn't something Ji-hoo came about naturally. Still, he steps forward tentatively anyway, hand lifting to almost reach out to her before he clasps his hands in front of him, clearing his throat and eyes scanning every single pattern he can see exposed on her.

" Rumi. Are you okay? That was ... really rough up there on stage. Can I help? Do you need ... water? " Water... as if that will help!