coming undone

Kim Jongin ; 19 (year 4) ; Human Tri Dorm ; Rebel Element: water ; weapon: gun Classes ; Dance Club At SNAG Disclaimer

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☆ Camaraderie ☆ KJI & KYR

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a week ago, the dance club had assigned a project to each of them - to come up with a performance as a pair. of course, as luck would have it, she was paired with someone she didn’t know too well. they had encountered one another a few times in the past, but nothing substantial enough for her to know much about him or about his personal life or even how his dance style was. she wished she could switch partners, but being her normal bubbly self, she hoped that it wouldn’t be too difficult to be able to come up with something with the semi-stranger.

however, it seemed that that was more easily said than done. something about the choreography was off. maybe it was their chemistry with one another. or was it something else? she wasn’t too sure. it was difficult for her to pinpoint, but the male outrightly brought up the issue. “uh …” she bit down on her bottom lip, scratching her head. “yeah … but i don’t know what …?” she looked over, confusion knit between her brows. 

she imagined the dance that they had come up with in her mind, and if everything went according to plan, it should work perfectly, but yet, it definitely was not working out that way. “we don’t really have time to start over though, do we?” she pointed out. the performance date was fast approaching, and if they had to learn a new routine, it was going to take quite a bit of time.

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Jongin hummed softly, brow furrowed in mental concentration. He knew that it wasn’t because they were unskilled or untalented, they were both quite good at dancing, so he knew it couldn’t be something as simple as that. And he knew that the choreography itself seemed perfectly fine, it was interesting and technical. So he didn’t think that was much part of the issue either. But eliminating possibilities didn’t exactly help him to uncover what the truth may have been.

“No, it’s much too late for that. Perhaps it’s some misstep…perhaps we aren’t as connected as we should be?” he suggested, brow still furrowed and hand still placed upon his hip. He knew that at times that was a concern with his dances. By himself he was perfectly fine, he knew what to do and had no trouble fixing what difficulties the choreography presented. But with others, it tended to be a bit more chaotic.

A part of him knew that it was, at least in part, that he was so distanced from people and therefore refused to allow enough chemistry to develop long enough for even a dance. “Maybe we should…I don’t know. Either find some way to become more comfortable with one another or re-work the entire choreography. Which one would you rather do?” he asked, as he himself thought that both were far too much work than he really wanted to put in. But he also refused to look incapable onstage.

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☆ Amaranth ☆ KJI & SH

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          She was trying, trying extremely hard to learn how to dance. It wasn’t as if she was acting like she had two left feet, she was normal but somehow she felt herself to be behind everyone else. There was just something missing to her movements that made her feel like a fish out of water. No matter how much she tried something was simply wrong. Maybe she needed more practice? But that didn’t feel correct either.

          Break time comes rolling in and she heads to where her bag lays strewn upon the ground, searching around for a water bottle to hydrate her parched throat. She didn’t expect someone to come up to her, chocolate hues widening briefly in surprise as she immediately stops drinking and tucks her water bottle away. A tilt of her head in wonder as to what the stranger wanted. She had seen him, she had watched him earlier too with how his movements looked so precise and so powerful in their forms. Nothing like her.

          While the statement was not one that she would have preferred to hear from him, she certainly admits inside that she had it coming. It wasn’t that bad that she should slap him across the face or be upset - it wasn’t as if he suggested she was hopeless and should just drop out for the better of all around her. A small an awkward chuckle escapes from rosy lips, a sheepish smile dancing on her face as slender digits go to run through her hair. No reason to quip at him now.

“That would be great actually! I saw you earlier and you’re amazing. It would be an honor to have you help me.”

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Contrary to popular belief, Jongin wasn’t someone who intended to make people feel bad about themselves. He knew he came across as harsh and uncaring, and truthfully he was incredibly apathetic and didn’t often give people a second though, but that didn’t mean that he wished to be rude or make people feel uncomfortable. All too often throughout his life, he himself had been made to feel that way, so it wasn’t his intention to do so.

Seeing the look of surprise upon her face, he felt a glimmer of guilt in the pit of his stomach. “Sorry, I know, that might have been uncalled for,” he excused himself, knowing that he was still probably coming across as too brash and callous for most people. But he wasn’t exactly good at anything to do with softening himself, whether it was his tone or the words he chose, everything was a part of his very careful armor.

“Oh-” he was halted when she actually seemed quite open to the idea. He had resigned himself to simply slinking away so as not to further burden her, but he was a bit caught off guard at her willingness. And even a compliment. “Well thank you. I mean I know there’s plenty better dancers than me, as well, but I’m glad you think it might be a good idea. When might work best for you? I suspect you don’t want to announce this sort of thing to everyone,” he glanced around at the other members of the club. Because truthfully he hated the thought of them being aware that he could offer any kind of help, either. It was easier to have people be distant.

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whatever floats your boat,

{ ` the common room is bearable this time of day, and serine takes up the entire space of the couch jongin doesn’t occupy by laying her body across it, lying down on her side; staring into space, mind blank for a moment. the emptiness of the afternoon is slowly eating her alive, and the only thing she can be thankful for is her inability to notice discomfort in all silences. light brown eyes follow the ray of sun drafting in through the room, and serine suddenly feels grossly dry; as if her legs are scaly, her cells dehydrated, her lips parched. not anything immediate and not an emergency, but a condition that can be proved, anyway. suddenly, she sits up; doesn’t mind the mess of her hair and the pink mark on her cheek for lying down too long. } come on, { ` she gets on her feet, turns to the other; small, pleasant smile on her lips and the promise of something exciting in her eyes; (not that ‘no’ is an option) she offers: } let’s go to the lake. 

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Jongin let out a soft yawn as he scrolled through his cell phone. One leg was crossed over the other, his head leaning against the back of the couch. He didn’t much care for talking in general, so when he could be around others who allowed quiet moments to pass without attempting to fill them, he treasured those precious times. Serine seemed to be one of those, and thus he found himself able to be far more relaxed in her presence than many others.

However, when the girl suddenly hops up with the words asking for his cooperation, he lowered the phone and trained his gaze on her. A slight smirk came to his lips at the suggestion, but he gave a shrug. “Nothing else to do I guess. Okay,” he agreed, and stood as well, pocketing the phone. “Why the lake though?” he questioned as they began to leave the building that they currently occupied. Obviously, being gifted with the element of water, he was comfortable at the lake, but it wasn’t generally a place he suggested going.

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☆ Disdain ☆ KJI & KTH

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“Runes? Thats so cool!” He said cheerfully. He knew all about runes since he’s in the runes class, but he never actually saw it tattooed to someones body. He felt the need to run his fingers through the tattoos, but he held back because he didn’t want to anger the other. He can already tell that he had a difficult attitude to get by, but he can tell he had a good personality, a good heart. Or not. Taehyung thinks everyone has a good heart.

He smiled cheekily at Jongin’s words. “Haha sorry about that, I tend to stare and blank out a bit,” he said rubbing the back of his head. “Its nice to meet you Jongin! No offense or anything but, you don’t seem like the type of person to dance, then again you fit that aesthetic pretty well too,” he said trying to make conversation. It was in his nature to try and make friends with everyone. Even if the receiving end didn’t want to have anything to do with Taehyung.

No matter how hard Taehyung tried, he couldn’t help but stare at his tattoos. He feels drawn to them in a way. He knew he shouldn’t keep starring, he should just look at the other evenly in the eyes, but it was hard. He didn’t want to creep the other out though, so he looked at Jongin’s face and smiled brightly, eyes turning to crescents.

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“I don’t seem the type?” he echoed skeptically. A flurry of thoughts skittered across his mind in the form of wondering what exactly the type seemed to be. Feminine? Artsy? Wispy types? Frankly he wasn’t sure, and he didn’t know what he expected of that comment. “What exactly is the type for dancing, then?” he questioned. His tone wasn’t intentionally aggressive or provocative, only curious as to what was meant by the comment.

He noticed, of course, that the other’s gaze seemed to keep trailing to the inked marks on his skin. It made him feel mildly self conscious, unsure of himself for a brief moment. He knew it wasn’t all that common considering the age, but he generally didn’t intend to show them off as some kind of statement either. So getting attention for the runes that had been etched into his skin was something mildly uncomfortable.

“You look like you want to ask something about this,” he said, a nod indicating his arm and the tattoos that laced it. “Are you wanting to touch them or something?” he asked, a brow lifting in invitation for the other to say whatever was on his mind, “I’m not going to punch you or something if you’re worried about that.” He’d had people ask to touch them before. At times it was a ploy simply to try and touch him and place some move on him, others simply seemed intrigued by the twisting patterns enveloping tanned skin.

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☆ Blackbird ☆ KJI & KJJ

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And this is very much the reason as to why he avoids his students for any matter that is not strictly related to the course he teaches. Its that young mindset, the belligerence of youth brought about from a lack of learned patience. Jaejoong may have unsettled the younger, the atmosphere about the vampire prone to inciting such reactions of unease, but in no way does a disquieting fear give reason for necessitating sarcastic quips.  

The vampire has half a mind to simply neglect any reply and to walk back the way he came. Of course he doesn’t, there’s more important things keeping him here, making him approach Jongin than would be so easily swayed. Out from under the watchful eye of his elder brother, the vampire does his best to question the human for some kind of truth that Soohyun certainly wouldn’t be willing to give. Jaejoong has no desire to spell any of his more personal details to the professor that shares blood with this student, and he hopes that the student is less frustrating to deal with. 

That hope isn’t exactly well founded after the teenager’s reply though. And now Jaejoong must think carefully, must find a way to word his questions so as not to give away information about himself, or to cause suspicion in this young man. Now keeping his hands to himself, the water elemental professor does at least give the teenager a scowling glance of a glare around the shadow of his bangs, for the tone with which was used to reply to him, before Jaejoong averts his gaze away from Jongin altogether. On the side of his body that is not facing Jongin, the vampire’s fingers fidget with the sleeve of his blazer, the tiniest of betrayals to the anxiety the elder feels. 

“Admiring.”

The word is a lie he has to bite out through his teeth while he does his best to keep his face free of emotion. The very sight of man-made runes curls his guts, but he doesn’t want Jongin to know that. 

“I have experience with runes on the body, spells bound to a person,” he says following that word, blending truth with lie. “Curiosity got the better of me. Do you know the origins of those specific marks?” 

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It was a very odd situation. In general, Jongin didn't have much interaction with his professors - outside of his brother of course. And so it was very strange to be speaking with his elemental professor for a variety of reasons. Of course, the professor was rather strange anyway, anyone could clearly see that. He kept to himself and always seemed to be hiding something. Though that helped his appeal to Jongin, it didn't change that it was still odd.

A brow lifted slightly at Jaejoong's mention of "admiring," suspicion probably rather clear on his expression. It wasn't as though he doubted what he was saying, only that he was rather questioning of the way that the older man was going about it. He'd been a student of his for some time, and the idea that he was just noticing, or just getting around to it, was slightly odd. But he supposed that the vampire was odd anyway.

"Uh huh," he hummed, though the other's question of his knowledge brought a slight shrug from him. "No, I don't know what some of them mean, honestly. My brother marked them on me, he said they were all for protection. Some of them he explained, others not so much," he explained. Normally he simply didn't discuss his tattoos all that much. It wasn't out of shame or not knowing, it was just the simple explanation that he didn't explain most things to people.

"You seem disturbed by them. Why?" he asked, acknowledging the odd looks that passed over the other's face when he seemed to be thinking to himself. Jongin had observed the professor enough over the years and he'd been enamored enough of him that he'd begun to notice subtle differences that transpired where otherwise one might not.

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☆ Amaranth ☆ KJI & SH

Normally Jongin didn’t necessarily go looking to start things with people, contrary to popular belief. He didn’t want to always necessarily argue with others or be difficult, but people often took his deadpan expression and the air he carried with him as something aggressive and threatening. It helped, of course, that he had a rather small scope of emotions that actually managed to seep through and that he had a nasty habit of being a little too honest even when the situation didn’t call for his opinion.

That was the case, at least, with dance club when his vision fell upon a poor girl who he was nearly convinced had ended up there by mistake. There were plenty that weren’t as good as he was, it wasn’t arrogance - only a fact, but she seemed harmless and seemed to genuinely be trying. And he wasn’t sure if he pitied her or questioned her sanity. She wasn’t awful, he’d seen worse, but it was kind of an odd selection of clubs if it wasn’t her strongest trait.

So when they had called a break, he approached the girl. “Hey,” he greeted, suddenly feeling slightly odd about the moment. He generally wasn’t ever the type to approach others or make meaningless small talk. “I’m not going to make small talk, but you’re kind of a shitty dancer,” he said before she was able to respond, should she have wanted to do so vocally. “Like…I would say no offense but I think that’s a little late. But I don’t mean it to be an asshole, I mean it like…do you want some help with your dancing? Because I think you could be a lot better than whatever this is you’re doing.”

He was well aware that he definitely wasn’t the most tactful or eloquent person around, but he thought he at least managed to get his point across. Of course, he realized a moment after the words had left him that he couldn’t blame her if she got upset. After all, who was he to approach someone and insult them? In his mind it was more of an effort to help, but he had always been a bit too brash to be what most people expected helpful to be.

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☆ Camaraderie ☆ KJI & KYR

It was generally rather well known that Jongin simply wasn’t a people person. He was too moody, too introverted, too standoffish. And the worst of all, he simply didn’t care. Or at least he appeared not to. But it had been such a part of him for so long to avoid others and ensure that they wouldn’t get close to him that he hardly even noticed when he was doing it. Though a part of him, down deep inside in a place he’d never let anyone inside, he did yearn for acceptance and some kind of connection.

Sure, he had his brother, and most of the time he was enough. But other times Jongin felt as though he were holding the other back, that he needed to be less dependent on him always being there and manage to actually have some other support system. Not that it was likely, he was also aware that his thoughts about he situation were mostly futile and would only end up with no results. Because the truth of it was, he didn’t know how to interact with others so that he might let them in. He was too used to doing just the opposite.

The dance club decided that they wanted to try and focus on a performance with pairings, a choice that Jongin instantly dreaded as he knew he didn’t exactly have anyone he was close with in the club. And that was fine with him as he preferred to be alone anyway. But he’d ended up paired with a girl named Yura. She seemed nice enough, as far as he could tell, but that meant little to him as he was always more focused on the results of the pairing rather than his interpersonal relationship with the girl. It had been a week or so since the match had been made, and it was nearing the end of their time in the dance club when Jongin sighed softly. “I don’t know, this dance still doesn’t seem right to me,” he complained to his partner, hand placed moodily upon his hip. He wasn’t trying to accuse her, it was just a general statement. “Something just isn’t right. Am I the only one thinking that or do we need to rethink this?” he asked, a brow lifting incrementally.

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☆ Blackbird ☆ KJI & KJJ

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Since the arrival of a particular professor the vampire held reservations against (although who didn’t he hold reservations against?), Jaejoong had in turn begun to look at a particular student more carefully. Why you ask? Well because of their connection of family. 

Kim Soohyun made no secret of his relation to Jaejoong’s elemental student. The man could often be found bothering the teenager, or so it appeared to Jaejoong when he glimpsed them in moments of familiarity. The vampire couldn’t help feeling emphatic, just a little bit, with the younger’s plight, because he too couldn’t say he was fond of the Runes professor.

That didn’t mean he wasn’t interested though.

There were two suspects Jaejoong was constantly in surveillance of now. Two gifted human professors who were more familiar with runes than the vampire was comfortable with. Which brought him to Jongin in a moment of privacy now. 

Sneaking up on the student is not polite, nor is it proper at all, but Jaejoong’s own desires for knowledge regarding connections to his own body’s runes curb all thoughts of kindness for other people’s situations. He does not draw away even when the young man flinches at the surprising and likely improper touch Jaejoong takes without permission. With the sight of a rune peeking out from the sleeve, Jaejoong’s fixation on the likeness to his own style of cursed runes has him touching at the marks on Jongin’s skin. He does not spare the young man a single meeting of eyes, not until the student has spoken in a manner to show that he is uncomfortable. 

Only then does Jaejoong pull back on his need to know more, yet he does not make to stop the turning thoughts inside his head for how to seek more information from this young man about his marks. It would seem so very strange a question to ask, what with vampires not having the affinity for runes that many humans and elves seem to. Being of a more instinct driven and dark species, Jaejoong has no business discussing such a personal matter with Jongin, and yet… the vampire feels as though he must anyways. The allure of altering his fate is too great a temptation to pass up just because of a student’s discomfort. 

“Those marks, they are not connected to your hanja this academy has given you, are they?” he says in a quiet and deceptively patient tone of voice, his eyes falling back to looking for the runes that Jongin had quickly covered. 

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Jongin was fully aware that at least all of the teachers were in the knowledge that he was Soohyun's little brother. His brother didn't exactly bother to play it down or hide it, though Jongin himself went out of his way to never actually mention it. But it seemed that most of the time word got around anyway, and they were automatically linked. Which was unfortunate sometimes, considering how embarrassing Soohyun was.

A moment passed when he realized who it was that had bumped into him, and he had to struggle to keep a blush from rising over his tan skin. His elemental professor was one who Jongin had observed for many years, yet it seemed as though lately he was finding himself thinking inappropriate things about the older man in the quiet recesses of his mind. However, the thoughts quickly flashed before he actually recognized what was happening and that Jaejoong was actually touching him. "What are you-" he began to ask when the other's hand graced his arm.

Irritation flooded him, feeling violated that the other would bother to invade his personal space. All too often he ended up getting irritated at a simple glance, and here the professor actually deigned to touch him. But he also couldn't bring himself to actually get angry with the elder. He pulled his sleeve down further, hiding the marks once again before he heard the other's question.

"You didn't really just notice these did you?" he asked quietly, but shook his head. "No. I was given them by my brother," he added, wanting to at least answer the question. Normally he wasn't all that fond of authority figures or anyone prying into his life, but he couldn't manage to deny the professor when he was standing so close, looking so pretty. He hated that he felt such a way toward him, but it didn't seem to be going away anytime soon. "Why? Was that question really worth grabbing me?"

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☆ Disdain ☆ KJI & KTH

[aphtaehyung]

Taehyung studied the male in front of him. He was seriously thinking about trying to get the other to stop being so irritated all the time. It wasn’t a very good idea, seeing as he’d probably only make it worse. It was in his nature to try and make others smile. He thought maybe he should back off on this case but something about the other attracted his attention, even if his attitude was intended to do the opposite.

His face turned into one of confusion. Three years ago? He was too young to be getting tattoos. He furrowed his brows together, wondering what would cause him to get tattoos at a young age. He decided not to voice the questions floating through his head, not wanting to anger the other. It was probably something very personal, he didn’t want to push the other into telling him something he doesn’t feel comfortable talking about.

“Ahh no I don’t,” he replied with a small smile. “I wish I did though! They’re really cool but I wouldn’t know what to get,” he said with a pout. Well, maybe their was something he’d like to get tattooed, like a dragon or something. Maybe even the names of his family. He immediately frowned at the thought, maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to get a tatto after all. He looked up at the other as he stood up fully. The male was taller than him by a few centimeters. He smiled sheepishly at his comment, “well yeah but I can always talk to them later!”

“My names Kim Taehyung by the way!” He said smiling brightly at the other.

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Jongin wasn’t sure how to categorize the look that he was being given by the other student, but he wasn’t all that sure if he liked it. Then again, he supposed, most of the looks directed toward him were met with a sense of hostility on his part. It was a bit of his cocoon that he’d built around himself, to try and push everyone away with his irritation rather than anything else they would inevitably reject him for.

“I can see that,” he shrugged a little at the other’s mention of not knowing what tattoo he might get. “Mine are almost all runes, a bit of protection and all that,” he offered, not immediately making the connection for him that it was the school’s resident runes teacher who had given them to him. It didn’t exactly help his reputation that much to have one of the teachers as a brother. “So if I’d made the choice myself, I guess I’d probably be in the same predicament,” he said.

It wasn’t very often that he actually offered anything about himself to anyone, but he didn’t see the real harm. This kid was annoying, absolutely, but he didn’t seem that harmful yet so he couldn’t see much harm. “Mm, okay. I’m Jongin. Nice to meet you officially, or something like that. I’m glad you just said something instead of just staring at me,” he hummed, a brow lifting only slightly.

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☆ Blackbird ☆ KJI & open

Jongin watched the darkening sky with an air of wistful passivity. A couple of blackbirds circled near a tree, and his gaze wandered there with a hum. He wondered if they were fighting, perhaps seeking the same territory or food. But then, he honestly wasn’t even sure if blackbirds were that type of bird. And truthfully, he couldn’t even be sure that the birds he was viewing were, in fact, blackbirds at all and not some other bird that happened to have an obsidian color.

Shrugging at his own idle musings, he wrapped his arms tighter around his legs. He was sitting on the steps to one of the many buildings, off to the side to attempt and stay reasonably out of people’s way. Dark eyes glanced down at his ink-ridden skin, and he reached to pull the sleeve down further to hide the marks. It wasn’t as though he was ashamed of them, he was glad to have them, a reminder that his brother cared enough. But they also served as a reminder that he was in need of protection.

Lost in his own thoughts, he hardly was aware of his surroundings. If he had been he might have heard the soft sound of footsteps, or a door opening. But alas, he didn’t, so when he felt the contact of someone against him, he stiffened completely. Normally his instinct may have been to reach out and ensure that the person didn’t fall, or even just to make a quick apology for being in the way, but the moment brought a flashback of his father, of moments of cowering in fear lest his father get angry. Moments of simply being in the wrong place at the wrong time and taking a boot to the back for something so simple. “Oh…um…” He cleared his throat, lips unable to form the apology.

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☆ Obscura ☆ KJI & NI

Jongin sighed, wanting to relieve himself of the mood that he’d worked himself into. All too often anger was a part of his daily life, all too often he found himself gritting his teeth and clenching his fists by his sides. It seemed as though he was slowly turning into his father, anger consuming every fiber of his soul and resentment playing in every word that left his lips. It wasn’t as though he yearned for anger, in fact it was rather the opposite and he only wished for some kind of peaceful tranquility. Yet that didn’t seem exactly possible for him.

Everything could set him off, from a simple look as he passed someone on campus to a whisper directed toward a member of his family. This seemed to be one of those such days, when he caught a strange glance from someone and received a message from his father that made his jaw clench and a bitter tasting bile rise in his throat. So when he’d finished his classes, he was only left in a state of exhausted irritation. He didn’t want to feel that way, didn’t want the anger to consume him as it so often threatened to.

He sat down upon the stairs, a soft sigh escaping his lips and he closed his eyes for only a moment. A moment of peace was all he asked, a moment in the day where he could feel a calm sort of numbness. And yet life didn’t ever seem to work that way for Jongin, and when he glanced up he felt a glance upon his face. A frown came to his expression, immediately feeling the anger once again rise inside of him for absolutely no reason. “What are you looking at?” he asked harshly, his tone coming out more pinched than even he expected it to be.

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☆ Disdain ☆ KJI & KTH

[aphtaehyung]

Taehyung recognized the other as one of the more reserved students in the club. He was always to himself and would often glare at the other club members for no particular reason. Though he was an impressive dancer, Taehyung noted. His attitude, on the other hand, wasn’t the best. He always had an irritated expression on his face, thats why Taehyung never tried to approach him or bother him, even if it was tempting.

He scrunched his nose up at the other males reply, the annoyance clear in his voice. However, he didn’t let it phase him, and instead offered a smile. He’s dealt with these types of people before, so he was used to the cold words. It seemed as though anything can irritate the other, from a simple hello to a small pat on the back. Taehyung took note not to bother the other even if he couldn’t resist making friends.

He was so mesmorized by the others tattoos that he almost didn’t catch what was being said to him. “Oh uh nothing in particular just that,” he motioned his head to the others ink stained body. “Those are some really cool tattoos, when’d you get ‘em?” he asked without even thinking about it. He always had the habit of speaking before thinking, which often got him into trouble.

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Jongin wasn’t sure what it was that made him eternally irritated. It wasn’t as though anyone did anything to him most of the time, at least not at the school, but he’d been angry for so long that it was just part of him at this point. He couldn’t help but look at people who smiled with a sense of disgust, and those who attempted small talk with an air of disdain. It wasn’t healthy, that much he knew very well, but it wasn’t something he seemed to have much control over.

“Mm, thanks,” he hummed at the question, a brow lifting slightly. It was a harmless question, he supposed, but one that reminded him only of the reason his brother had put them into his skin in the first place. “A while ago. I guess they started around three years ago?” he shrugged, knowing that it was evident he was very young when he had begun getting them. But he’d had to be. More or less.

“Do you have any? Besides the obvious,” he asked, referring to the hanja they were given on entry, his tone still rather harsh as it almost always tended to be. “I thought you were talking to your friends anyway,” he mentioned before finally standing up fully instead of crouching over. He wasn’t trying to get rid of him, necessarily, just wanted to mock him a little.

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[xehoon]

Jongin’s jawline though