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"It's the same rain you loved that drowned you." Lee Jong Suk 27

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baked like a cake

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247parkyongguk:

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After he’d helped a nice young lady to fix her costume and participated in the zombie walk, Yongguk had been looking around to see if he could score some great food. The new Everland Horror Village proved to be a real wonderland for Halloween fanatics. The décor was amazing and combined with the live music, rides and game stands Yongguk was sure he’d be able to kill a lot of time here. Having gone passed the horror mazes, he thought he certainly should give both of them a try once he’d put some food in his stomach. Heading inside of the Nurse’s Blood Pub he purchased a beer and a snack for him. Munching on both of them, while doing his best to not ruin his zombie make-up, right when he wanted to head out of the pub someone offered him a plate with what looked to be brownies.

Picking one of them up, the moment he saw those tell-tale green patches in them he picked up two more. Grinning at the person, he winked in amusement as he thanked them for the wonderful treat. Leaving the pub he happily began to ate the first brownie. Savoring the taste of them he quickly stuffed the second and after that the third into his mouth as well as he made his way his way toward the horror maze which was set up outside. But before he reached the maze, however, he got suddenly yanked to the side by one of those werewolf actors. Being completely startled the first three seconds he then tried to free himself from the other’s tight grip. His ears filling themselves with the low and hungry growls of the creature, when he figured he wasn’t going to get loose so easily, he snarled back at it all zombie-like. Apparently impressing the actor with his snarl he felt how the other let go of him. A grin spreading over his face as he walked backwards away from him, he chuckled in amusement at the actor who disappeared again into the dark shadow it was lurking from.

Continuing his way after another couple of minutes he wondered why he hadn’t reached the maze yet. Halting in his steps he glanced around to look where he was. Not being able to spot much except for darkness, trees and some bushes, when he turned his head to the left of him he suddenly lost his balance and began to fall backwards. “Woah!” he exclaimed. Trying to catch himself by quickly taking a couple of steps and swinging his arms wildly, he chuckled to himself when he landed on his ass. Chuckling some more in his now seated position, with his hands resting on the ground behind him, Yongguk tried to get up. Failing miserably each and every time he tried to get up he only chuckled and laughed some more each time he hit the ground again.

Jong Suk had come with some of the people from the clinic, but after about an hour or so, he had lost sight of them. Even though this kind of thing wasn’t his scene and once he was alone, he wondered if he should take this opportunity to go home or perhaps visit Jaejoong and see what he was up to that evening.

He didn’t dwell on his choices for long though, as he witnessed a boy seeming to make a bit of a scene. It didn’t look like he was causing trouble, but he definitely seemed as though he wasn’t in his right mind. People whispered to each other and watched the boy, who didn’t seem to notice anyone and kept laughing more and more as he struggled to get up and no one wanted to help him either.

Jong Suk wasn’t sure how long he had been staring at the boy before he let out a sigh and walked over, taking one of his hands and yanking the boy up, making sure he was balanced and on his feet before letting go. “It looks like you’ve had quite the night, haven’t you?” he commented. “Maybe it’s time for you to go home.”

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(half) brother dearest

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247daejung:

    With them inside, DaeJung tried to somehow look neutral and yet every single word coming out of his brother mouth only added onto him becoming annoyed. “Our father sounds like a wonderful man, a wonderful father,” he spoke, a sarcastic note in his voice no one could have ever thought he manage and there he stood in a well fitting suit, sarcasm oozing out of his pores, “Abandoning both of his sons so happily.”  Looking at Jongsuk he tried to determine if the other was truthful, but found no signs of the male opposite him trying to make a sick joke. His hopes for that had been crushed, now needing to deal with the reality he wasn’t sure who were his parents or why he had been lied to for so long. 

    “No,” he spoke clearly, having been pushed to the point of feeling rather annoyed and angered by the waterfall of lies. Thus right now Jongsuk seemed to be the only truthful one around him, which meant that having the other male stay would give him some basis of truth. “I would like you to be there when i confront them about the past. After all you are the source and this,” he spoke, holding up the letter, “Should be enough to push them to talk. My father might be a politician, but my mother is a judge and ought to know better than lie. They hid the fact I had a brother for so long. I want to know why.”

    After all DaeJung had wanted to have a brother, someone to play with and maybe even be protected by when someone in school was teasing him. His childhood wasn’t a sad one, but he had always been sure that with a sibling things would have been different. Maybe his parents would have worked less, spent normal weekends together and built memories - nearly feeling bitter over the fact that he was robbed from it, DaeJung had a small pout on his lips. The fact that he was a full grown man didn’t mean a thing when he felt betrayed in such a way.

    “Uh,” he spoke, stepping back into the elevator, and finding his initial anger and annoyance slowly wash away. “I think we never really uhm spoke, right? I am Chae Daejung, born in the year 1994. It is actually a greate pleasure to meet you.” DaeJung looked at the other, in his eyes much more handsome male, before giving him as polite of a bow possible in the small space given. A bit of sober thinking managed to wrestle through to him, making the slender figure realise that Jongsuk was in the same boat as him and if anything they should keep together. “I apologise for my outburst. It isn’t really my usual nature of acting, but the news was very unexpected.”

Jong Suk understand the boy’s reaction, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a little annoyed that he was taking it out on him. It wasn’t his fault, after all. He had been given away too, only having learned the truth slowly over 17 years, since he had spent time with them and his parents until they finally had told him the truth. He had been fortunate enough that, even though his mom and dad weren’t his mom and dad, his birth parents were always in his life as well and he got along with them.

Of course, the same couldn’t he said for Daejung, who had been kept in the dark until Jong Suk shone a bright light on the world that he knew, learning it had been much bigger than he thought it was.

Jong Suk sighed and gestured to the envelope. “No, Daejung-ssi, that’s your source. Although I am your brother and I am the one who shared this news with you, it’s a matter between you and your....parents. I highly doubt that they will deny it....if they do, then you and I can talk about it then,” he stated, his voice firm and clear. 

Naturally, Jong Suk would insist the same thing and being Jong Suk, he would look for the truth himself should his parents have denied it, but he was selfish enough to not want to be involved because even though what he said was true, it was also true that he would be put in a bad light, and he always needed to be in good graces with the public. They both did.

“That’s a truth that you don’t need me for,” he said, his voice more soft. “Me being there won’t make a difference in what they say either. They’ll just be more defensive and annoyed if I’m there. To them, I’m just a stranger, nothing more. They wouldn’t want a stranger getting involved in their private affairs.”

His mood seemed to change a little, and Jong Suk was pleased. His hands were in his pockets and he bowed in return. “I’m Lee Jong Suk,” he introduced himself. “Born in 1990,” he added on, not sure if he wanted to know that much too but since he had shared it, he would too. When he apologized, Jong Suk held up a hand and shook his head. “Don’t worry, I understand how you feel. I would react the same way,” that was a lie, of course, Jong Suk wasn’t that outspoken but he wanted to try and comfort the other boy. “I agree that it is. It’s bad timing to reveal such a thing to you, but I only just had it all confirmed and gathered yesterday.”

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Nerves of jelly

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247daejung:

    “I rather not discuss them,” he commented coldly, yet still with a nervousness in his voice clearly not fitting into the manner of speaking. Closing his eyes he leaned against the wall and sighed, rubbing his temples - DaeJung remembered he had barely eaten the whole day with rushing about and never knowing where the pause button was. “Mostly because with the season starting I don’t have time, my …uh… uncle is busy with his party again and my uh aunt is locked up in her office. It feels like they have gathered a large amount of work on purpose so they wouldn’t have to deal with this matter as well and the rest of the family acts like nothing changed. It is infuriating and I can not be bothered by it, so ignore it I shall.” It was evident it weighed on DaeJung, but he didn’t know how to communicate what was going on in his mind.

    “But I just simply showed up and now you have to pay for two. Let me pay for something so I don’t feel like a burden to you. I could have at least called to warn you I was coming,” he commented, sort of coming out of his own world of thoughts before sliding back in again and somewhat lost to what he ought to do. Like a scared little puppy he stood there, arms crossed before his torso as if that would protect him from everything out there. It was silly, but then again body language was like that and DaeJung was a rather closed up person anyway. 

    By no means did he regret coming to his brother, but opening up to someone took time and a lot of effort from his side. It wasn’t no one else fault that the slender figure simply was a very introverted creature, whose own thoughts seemed more consuming than socialising. However he was trying his best, a sign of that being with him being at Jongsuk’s, maybe not fully able to word his worries and yet ready to show him another side. One which was usually hidden behind the closed doors of his own home, the same place he had abandoned the night he tried to take his own life and spent hours not sleeping as he obsessed over a minor detail. He ought to look into help.

    Looking at Jongsuk, DaeJung wasn’t sure how much his face or posture spoke and this was a bit stunned by his question. “Huh?” he let out a sound and looked down, not sure what to do when faced with such a straight forward question. “Uh…uhm….” The slender figure did make sounds like trying to explain, yet nothing logical seemed to come out of his mouth. “Everything at once?”

Jong Suk sighed but simply left it at that. It clearly wasn’t a topic that the younger boy wanted to discuss and he seemed to still hold a grudge over the entire incident. Perhaps Jong Suk shouldn’t have said anything, and perhaps his parents would have told him on their own. Perhaps the reason that things were like this for the family now was because of him, but there was nothing he could do about it now. There was no going back and sadly, what had been done was done.

“You say that like I don’t have money to spare,” he said jokingly, but it was the truth too. It wasn’t that big of a deal to spend more money to feed them both. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it. You’re not being a burden. If I didn’t want to get you anything or I wanted you to pay for it, trust me, I would say so.” This was something that people who had spent years by Jong Suk’s side knew very well, but of course, Daejung and him were still new at this and they still had lots to learn about each other. 

“Besides, once in a while if you show up like this, it does no harm. Just don’t make a habit of it though, we don’t want you waiting by my door if I’m not home,” he teased, but of course, it was true too. Surprise visits were welcomed once in a while with people that he genuinely liked spending time with but if it was all the time, it would cause distress on both of them. 

“Everything at once...” Jong Suk repeated the words, confirming that this was what his brother had said. With a sigh, he walked over to the couch and patted the spot next to him, inviting his brother to take a seat next to him. “I’m not the best with reading people or speaking much, but you’re going to need to elaborate a little more for me what’s wrong, little brother,” Jong Suk said. “Take your time with it and don’t rush, you’re not on a deadline with me. We can stay here all night if we need to.”

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right now I need an escape

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shinhye247:

Relief fills her when Jongsuk says her father hasn’t told him anything, but it’s soon followed again by regret when Jongsuk follows it up with another little jab at her for not coming to him when she needed it. For not believing enough in him to know he would help. Not that it had been like that, it had been more like her being so overwhelmed by the news and the shock of being thrown out on the street that she’d just … wandered the streets.

“I…” She sighs lightly. “It was a really sudden thing, being kicked out of the house. I didn’t properly think about anything. It took me a month before I even told Shiwoo.” And she knows Jongsuk is aware of how much Shiwoo means to her and how honest she has always been with the man. Even now, after all these years, he still means a lot to her. So much so even that she’s trying to get out of her shitty situation just for him.

Not that he knows that. Not that he needs to know that either. Jongsuk neither.

“I’m here because…” She looks down at her coffee again and heaves another sigh. “Because it was the only place I could think of where I might feel safe again.” Which is a silly thing to say, really, considering she could go to Shiwoo and she’d be safe too. But there is still a little bit of awkwardness left there after his drunken confession. Not between them, but inside of her for sure. She wants to be worthy of the amount of love he’s given her for all those years, without her even knowing. And currently, she doesn’t feel worthy.

“And I was wondering if you maybe had a place for me to sleep for a couple of nights. That’s all. I’m not trying to get you involved in my mess. I’ll get out of it.” She’s not entirely sure if she’s trying to convince him or herself, but she quickly lifts up the mug and takes another sip before she can start sounding desperate. After a moment she looks back up at him. “Will you help me?”

Jong Suk could only look at her questioningly, a brow raised as she spoke and tried to explain herself. She seemed flustered by her confession, but perhaps that was just him seeing something that wasn’t there. 

“Ah, so a whole month later you told Shiwoo...” he said, nodding. He knew about them based on what Shin Hye had told him, of course, and he knew Shiwoo pretty well beyond that as well, so he was surprised that he wouldn’t have said anything to him either, but at the same time, he could understand why. Jong Suk likely wouldn’t have said anything either.

Finally, her reason for coming to him after so long. His expression didn’t change much as she spoke, but he already knew what the outcome would be before she even finished speaking. Even when she did, he didn’t respond which led Shin Hye to speaking again, asking him a question this time.

He let out a sigh. “My parents will let you stay there, I know that much,” he said, but he knew that wasn’t where she wanted to go most likely. Plus, it would cause tension even if his parents meant well. “You can stay here, I guess. I don’t know what kind of problems you’re having, but it better not follow you here,” he said. “And you better get yourself out of it.”

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a place to call home

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247shiwoo:

Shiwoo turns to look at Mrs. Lee when Jongsuk asks her about the menu for the dinner, showing his genuine curiosity to what she prepared for them. Knowing his friend’s mother well, she was like his, who would put a lot of effort for small reunions like this one, and even she wasn’t the chef herself, it had its value and he wanted to show his interest and gratitude. Preparing a dinner for the family was a nice gesture, he knew, and despite not being a real family member, he was glad to be there with them.

“Whoaa Italian is nice choice.” His excitement was honest as he raised his thumb up to express his approval. Since Gosang was a traditional Korean cuisine restaurant, he couldn’t eat something different very often, mainly because people insist on French cuisine when you say you are a chef because it sounds fancy and classic, but he is tired of it if he was being honest. A good pasta is one of his favorites, and the mention of tiramisu cake almost made him drool. It was all perfect.

Looking at Jongsuk and his mother smiling at each other, he couldn’t help but feel a little bit envious, because it’s probably the most genuine bond that could ever exist between two people. But instead of making him sad, it put a smile on his lips. “It’s too good to be true. Actually you always have nice food when I come here. I will start inviting myself more often if the dinner is always this good..” It was a joke to say how much it pleased him, but he could almost feel the tip of his father’s shoes hitting his shin if he had heard it. 

His whole face lit up at the sight of the first round coming. As the maid served them, Shiwoo politely waited for the father to start eating before touching his silverware, even though he suddenly felt hungry enough. “I’ll eat well. Thank you for the meal.” He said when it’s finally time to taste it. As expected, the part green salad and part antipasto salad all tossed in a dressing made with olive oil, vinegar and a little mayonnaise was delicious and perfect to begin with. For a change, Shiwoo even forgets to talk like he usually do non-stop.

They finally began to eat and the usual chatter that came from his parents and Shiwoo went silent as they all focused on the food before them. As usual, it was well prepared and it tasted good, which of course, he expected since the chef always did well and with his mother hovering in the kitchen all day, there was definitely going to be perfection through and through.

They quickly finished the first course and as thought it was right on queue, the next serving was there before them. If he didn’t know any better, Jong Suk would think that they were in a restaurant. This kind of service usually only ever really occurred when Shiwoo was present and for whatever reason, his parents, in particular his mother, always wanted to do her best for the boy.

“So how’s the business going?” Jong Suk’s father asked, his attention on the food before him as he ate. There was a brief pause as Jong Suk wasn’t sure who he was talking to, but he assumed both. “I don’t know about Shiwoo, but business is well. I sent the reports to you just this morning,” Jong Suk responded simply, to which his father responded with a small grunt and a smile, meaning that he had gotten them.

“What about you, Shiwoo? How are things with you?” his mother asked, looking at the boy with much love and admiration in her eyes.

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247hyuk:

Hyuk shuffled closer to the man who, thankfully, seemed quite responsive despite going trough the dissatisfying drag that was that particular evening just like him. The look the other gave the tall athlete ripped an understanding laugh from somewhere deep inside the man’s chest. The cigarette between his teeth threatened to fall onto the cold balcony floor as huffs of air kept slipping past his lips. 

“Enjoy,” he seemed to shrink a little, drawing the open packet of death sticks away from the other and hunching slightly to place it back into his inside pocket. It was ridiculous, really, with how much Hyuk worked on his fitness to draw a knife straight trough that by clinging onto bad habits. But it couldn’t be helped, as his nerves were pushed to their limits by the endless bragging inside the room. “It’s the best this evening will get for both of us, might as well embrace it.” Continuing his chain of thought out loud, Hyuk hummed deeply before fishing out a lighter from his pocket to light up the cigarette. 

The smoke went from his lungs directly to his head and muscles, the tingle of annoyance forgotten as he felt his body loosening up. It was almost delicious, especially after the dribble of liquor he’d consumed. His gaze that was stuck somewhere between the lights of the city below the, went back to his newly found companion at his question. His chest rose and fell, smoke leaving his lips and nostrils as he giggled in almost a childish manner. “Had I enjoyed it, I wouldn’t be looking for a way to get out of there,” he confessed, no hesitance in his voice. “I’m a rather healthy person, don’t even smoke that much and yet here I am,” he added, his fingers working the ashes off the cigarette he took away from his mouth. “I’m simply done with listening to their imaginary stories and pretentious attitudes.” Putting it in the nicest way possible, he offered a broken smile that held quite the grain of salt.

Turning more towards the man he’d been talking to, Hyuk openly observed him, frowning slightly at the familiarity he felt, before continuing the conversation. “I sense you’re not enjoying the bragging and advice-that-no-one-needs offering either?” quirking a brow, Hyuk came to conclusions from the fact that he met the man in the chilly autum weather as opposed to the warm, crowded room.

Jong Suk focused on the cigarette in his hands and how it felt in his lungs as he inhaled and exhaled the death stick. It was rare that he smoked, but sometimes, he couldn’t turn it down. There was always a pack around should he need it in a situation such as this one. 

“That’s the case most of the time with evenings like this,” he shrugged. “It helps when you have people you know who end up here too, but I guess this night wasn’t one of those nights.” But now with this other man who was close to his age, it wasn’t so bad. He would see how the evening played out. “The adults tend to baby you much more or act as though you’re older than them. It’s always the two extremes.”

When he spoke again, Jong Suk let out a sigh. Well, there was no denying that much. Although evenings like this came by quite often, it wasn’t always this dull and boring. Lucky for both of them that they had the honour to be a part of an event like this. “Well...that goes for us both,” Jong Suk chuckled, holding up the cigarette to clarify what he was referring to. “Normally I don’t either, just now and again. If we’re lucky, someone will get drunk soon and make a scene, then no one is rude for excusing themselves for the evening.”

Jong Suk turned his body so that he was facing the boy now, cocking his head to the side a little and a brow raised. “What brought you here this evening?” he asked, curious. After all, he had never actually seen him before but also that was likely due to the list of people who were here. It was likely they had crossed paths before and he never knew. “People bragging about themselves do it so they can be praised or to assure themselves. Most of the time its exaggeration too, so I’d rather not listen to them telling lies with self-praising.”

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︎ once bitten twice shy

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yijoo247:

A producer that couldn’t even get the most basic task done properly. Shocking. Yijoo couldn’t help but roll her eyes. She had worked with many producers before, not to put them all in the same basket, but some of their work ethics seemed to go down hill after they reached certain seniority. She had been yelled by quite a few arrogant, obnoxious producers when she started out in the industry. “Well, I apologized on behalf of him.” She really didn’t have to, but she didn’t want Jongsuk to have a negative impression of their broadcasting station.

It was her first time hearing a joke from Jongsuk. She always remembered him as the blasé and cool upperclassman, didn’t know he had humor in him. Covering her mouth to hide her laugh, she retorted jokingly. “Who says we are editing the bad comments out for your sake? We need to make sure the employees come out unscathed.“ With a smile on her chiseled features, it was clear to see that Yijoo was more at ease now. As an interviewer, she had to engage with the subject, so it was a relief there was no awkward air lingering between them. Her biggest wish now was for today’s filming to go well. 

And it seemed Jongsuk had the same thought. "Yes, if everything goes as planned. The most will be one and a half hour, but definitely no more than that.” She answered his question with a nod. Obviously, the filming more or less interrupted the shelter’s daily operation, she understood Jongsuk’s concern and hoped she could promise it’ll end on time, but there was always no guarantee when it comes to filming. One could never know what situation might arise. 

They didn’t have much time before the taping officially begin, so when it seemed like the makeup artist and the producer had finished their conversation, Yijoo immediately strode to the petite woman while trying to remember her name. It was Ahreum, she thought. “Ahreum! Have you met Jongsuk-ssi? He’s the leading man today. Clearly, he doesn’t need as much work as other people, but can you help him get ready? After that, I need you to touch up my makeup.” After entrusting Jongsuk to the hands of the makeup artist, Yijoo stepped to the side, looking through the rundown once again.

At her apology, Jong Suk waved his hand. “There’s no need to apologize, it’s fine. The job will get done anyway,” he shrugged. Sure, it was annoying to be lost and all over the place, but he also knew when a lot of people were involved, it was easy for jobs and tasks to get lost in translation.

“By all means, do what you have to do with whatever’s recorded bu don’t underestimate what I’m capable of,” he said, an amused expression on his face and a look in his eyes that made it unclear whether he was joking or not. “I have ways to find out. Despite what my employees think, I pay very much attention to them.”

Jong Suk nodded as she confirmed the schedule and glanced at his watch. If all went well, then his schedule wouldn’t change. At the worst, he would have to call his friend to change their time to meeting up a little. He had known this day was coming and so, naturally he had brought more staff in as well, doing what he could so that things could go smoothly and without much trouble.

Jong Suk thanked Yijoo as she got the make up artist ready for her and sat and much like it had been said, she only touched him up a little, not giving him much make up before she hurried off. 

Glancing at his watch, he saw it was almost show time and he couldn’t see Yijoo anywhere. He did spot a producer however, and asked where they wanted him. They led him to a chair, which he assumed where he would be sitting while Yijoo spoke to him and waited for her to arrive.

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a place to call home

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247shiwoo:

Shiwoo shrugged at his reaction, not surprised nor hurt. Actually, he felt satisfied enough that he could see something similar to a smile on his face, but decides not to comment about it since the other male was going to deny it anyway. “Whatever you say, hyung.” He simply agreed, playfully rolling his eyes a bit. Truth be told, he didn’t need any declaration of love from him to know they share a strong bond. 

“Don’t be jealous of your mother. I have love for everyone.” He joked, winking at his mother to tease him. Shiwoo had this ability to turn any complaints into something positive or a joke, even with this father he would act like a dumb person who didn’t understand the situation, which wasn’t always a smart move. Grinning as usual, Shiwoo walks over to the living room with Mrs. Lee and Jongsuk - the house being too familiar and comfortable to him.

It didn’t take long until they engage in conversation. No matter what people have to say, he was always willing to listen, adding his own funny comments or giving soft and warm responses. For him, talking was never a problem and having someone to have a casual and simple chat with made his day better. Jongsuk’s parents can be way older than him and share some of his father’s thoughts, but he felt good with them, as if they were really part of his family, and it was a lot easier to do it when his father wasn’t around. Maybe it was for pity, maybe not, but they were really welcoming and he couldn’t be more thankful for that.

“Great! I’m curious about the menu.” He said with a wide smile. Dealing with food almost all day, he kinda lost interest on tasting it, but he can’t deny that sharing it with people he like was a complete different experience. It’s been a while since he had dinner with them, or with something that looked like a family, so he’s definitely happy about it. Standing up, he moved to the dinning room with them, finding a seat beside Jongsuk - the seat he considered his at this point. He flashed a smile to his hyung when their gazes met, one that clearly said he’s stuck with him. 

They took their eat, idle chit chat happening about their days and Shiwoo’s gaze caught Jong Suk’s eye. It was one that spoke very clearly and to which he responded simply by staring for a moment at the other before turning away, looking ahead of him. 

Once they were all seated and comfortable, one of the servants came around, filling up their glasses with water while another came and filled it up with wine. “What have you prepared for us for dinner tonight, mother?” he asked, entertaining the idea that this was all her doing. His mother always wanted to provide for their family, even if that meant hovering in the kitchen and telling the chef how to do their job. 

“I went for an Italian theme tonight,” she explained. “It’s a big italian salad and then italian wedding soup and then pasta and then for dessert, a tiramisu cake! I tried a little of everything and I’m sure you’ll all love it!”

Seeing the excitement on his mother’s face, it was hard not to have a smile on Jong Suk’s face. “I’m sure we will,” he nodded. “What do you think, Shiwoo? Does that sound like a good menu to you?”

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To say the room smelled of death was an understatement. It reeked like mold, burning Hyuk’s nostrils as he furrowed his brows at the distinct smell that had flashbacks appear in front of the man’s eyes. Ones of his old apartment back in Suncheon, as during an exploration that lead him in his parent’s closet he smelled the wet scent coming from the walls of the people. Instead of walls, though, this time the smell came from the elderly upperclassmen that seemed to be the only ones gathered to the event Hyuk had attended. It might have just been pent frustration playing with him, as it bubbled chaotically in his fingertips while the hours passed seemed useless in a crowd that could only reminisce about the days of their youth, their routine too different from the every day the athlete faced in the 21st century. The light bubbly drink in a crystal glass was the only thing that kept him sane as he kept throwing his head back, emptying the container as if the substance was lemonade.

Time dragged on and so did Hyuk’s patience. Before the man fully realized what he was doing, his head fell low in an attempt of an apologetic bow towards the men surrounded the professional and pretending to know about his art more than he did - a silent apology for the steps he took away from the men. Feet moving to the balcony, his hand reached out to put an empty glass on a table before a cold, refreshing breeze hit his face and a long, burdened breath left his parted lips. It was a nice change from the atmosphere inside. 

A packet of cigarettes laid in the inside pocket of his tailored jacket - the only one he owed - and in that moment the container smug against his chest felt heavier than usual. It was calling Choi Hyuk’s name and the tall man responded, his hands reaching for it, gaze turning to the side. As he was picking out the small death stick from his pocket, one he doesn’t really pick often, his eyes fell upon a male that seemed like a peer. The first one that evening. “Oh!” He exclaimed, surprised at the presence of the young man. “I thought I was the only one who couldn’t remember the Korean War first-hand tonight. Now I don’t feel special anymore,” irony in his tone fit his expression like a glove, a broken smile pulling at his face. Hyuk kept his gaze on the man as his gloved hand put a cigarette between his teeth before taking out the pack and offering one to the person that might make his night less miserable with a questioning quirk of an eyebrow.

It was another social event with the same group of people talking about the same things they always did and thinking that each conversation was new and different than the last time. Of course, Jong Suk saw right away that it was like a broken record, repeating the same things over and over and although he would have highly liked to opt out, he knew that someone in his position had to attend now and again. 

No one liked someone who stayed in the shadows and didn’t put themselves out there. It was something that could easily be mistaken for prideful and arrogant, which, even if it were true in Jong Suk’s case, wasn’t something he needed if he wanted his business to prosper and he wanted to establish and keep connections him and his father had made and were aiming to make.

The night went as usual, older men bragging about this and that and Jong Suk being polite and making conversations with them and wishing that he were somewhere else. At some point, he did notice that he seemed to be the only one around his age present, meaning all the others weren’t around or at home. This usually indicated that it was definitely going to be a dull night.

After having had the same conversation with what felt like the 100th person that night, Jong Suk excused himself and went to the balcony, feeling like he needed some fresh air from that environment and was surprised to not only see someone else was there, but that he looked rather young.

In that moment, he seemed to notice him as well and when he spoke, Jong Suk snorted. “It sure feels that way, doesn’t it?” he responded, giving the boy a look. He definitely looked familiar so Jong Suk was sure he had seen the face before. At the offer of a cigarette, Jong Suk paused for a moment before accepting one. “Thanks,” he said, before lighting it up and taking a deep breath before exhaling. “So, besides lack of knowledge on the Korean War first-hand, how’s the evening treating you?”

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[jongsuk247-blog]

kyungri247:

She nibbles on her bottom lip as he speaks, looking around and taking in the environment she’s supposed to thrive in for the month. It is different from what she’s used to. The bright and open space, the smell of cleanliness rather than booze and cigarettes, and the atmosphere was just calm and it made her nervous. She took the piece of paper that she forgot to inform him about and followed him to the back.

Kyungri crosses her arms as she follows behind him, her eyes constantly moving. Her mind is elsewhere, wishing she was somewhere else, the question he asks brings her back to her reality and their one-sided conversation. “I’m capable of a lot of things,” She runs her eyes down his body, but before she goes to far (as this isn’t the place or the time), she stops at his crotch and looks away. “but not anything like this.” She waves her hands towards everything around them, showing him what she meant. “I’ve never worked with animals before…” She admits, wondering if that would be a problem and would need to find another place to do her hours. She wouldn’t have minded, but this place was close to her home, so she only wishes to stay here for the time being instead of going somewhere far away.

Jong Suk raised a brow at her words. “Is that so?” he said, not because he was in disbelief but because it wasn’t common that someone could be capable of a lot. But Jong Suk had to remind himself that she was simply a volunteer, so he couldn’t make her do work that a paid employee would do. As easily as he could do that and although she’d have to accept it, he wasn’t that type of employer.

Then, she elaborated and Jong Suk nodded. “It’s not something a lot of people are familiar with,” he confirmed. “Then...you can focus on cleaning,” he said, gesturing to the kennels and the workspace. “It’s a job people don’t want to do, but it needs to be done. No one needs to live in filth,” he explained. “You’ll get help, so it’s not just on you but just do a good job on cleaning. If you happen to finish early, you can come to me and we’ll see what else we can assign for you to do. How does that sound?”

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[247liv-deactivated20180304]

a place to call home

[jongsuk247-blog]

247shiwoo:

With his eyes fixed on his friend to watch his reaction to the video, Shiwoo could bet he was just going to shake his head and say it was pretty stupid and that people shouldn’t do this kind of thing to dogs, which wasn’t a lie, but for his surprise, a laughter came out of his mouth, which made the younger one smile from ear to ear, glad to see it made him laugh. “Don’t worry, I’m not crazy enough to do it.” Well, that wasn’t exactly true. In his head it was a genius idea, but he wouldn’t risk the dog’s life trying it. “Oh, looks like you prepared everything. I wouldn’t expect anything less from you.” Shiwoo teased him playfully. “That’s a deal then.”

Shiwoo was quick to nod and show his agreement to his statement that more sounded like a complaint. Yes, he was going to annoy him until the death of one of them, that’s for sure. He could blame his parents for never giving him siblings, making him bother his friends instead, but still… There’s a chance he wouldn’t let them live without his nuisance even then. “Yet you manage to survive it. I’d dare to say it’s true love.” Shiwoo can’t help but joke and be cheesy because he knows how much Jongsuk would hate it. He made his life’s goal to shower him with the affection and fun he never asked for.

“It sounds like her.” He let out a small chuckle. In moments like these, he missed his mother and how things used to be when she was home with him and his father - the dynamic, routine and how simple things were. Gladly, in this place he could taste what is like to have a family again, since his was long gone, so he didn’t feel bitter about it, on the contrary, it puts a smile on his face.

Shiwoo nodded politely to the chef as he walked in the kitchen and turned his attention to Mrs. Lee. Instead of waiting for the woman to agree with her son and leave the chef do his job, Shiwoo walked towards her and put his hands on her shoulders. “Come talk to me in the living room. I came here to visit you, not your son.” He flashes a grin to her, obviously joking. Shiwoo truly liked them as if they were his family, but it would be a little bit uncomfortable without his friend there. Smiling, he gently pulls her away from the chef and leads her out, looking over his shoulder to make sure Jongsuk was coming too. 

Jong Suk was pleased when Shiwoo accepted the dog and all that came with him so easily. There was trust there that made it happen of course, but still. Jong Suk rolled his eyes at the true love comment, but there was a hint of a smile on his face. “Don’t hold your breath for a confession or romantic gesture, because you and I both know you won’t get that from me,” he said, easily matching Shiwoo’s playful tone.

“He says he didn’t come to visit me but he’s been joined at my hip since he came through the door,” he said, rolling his eyes again but he was pleased that his mother seemed to willingly follow Shiwoo’s lead. Of course, she made a fuss about it but she didn’t struggle against Shiwoo’s gentle gesture and soon, they made their way to the living room, Jong Suk following behind Shiwoo and his mother.

There was no doubt that Jong Suk loved his parents, but he was never the type to show his affection. Sure, there was a smile here and there and mostly it was his mother who hugged him or patted his arm or took his hand but never him. It was funny to think that the boy who had been with his family for so long was so different than himself. He had no problems with showing affection towards his mother and his mother loved every minute of it too.

The atmosphere was warm and welcoming and a big factor of that was undoubtedly Shiwoo. It was hard not to have a hint of a smile on his face as he watched him and his mother interact and upon entering the living room, his father, who had been there the entire time, easily joined in.

It was like this for a while before one of the staff came to Jong Suk and whispered into his ear. He nodded before she scurried away. “As much as I hate to interrupt the conversation, the maid said that dinner is ready, so we can go to the dining room.”

[ex-shinhye247-blog]

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[jongsuk247-blog]

shinhye247:

She moves almost instantly when Jongsuk tells her to sit, glad to let herself and the abundance of clothing flop down on the chair tiredly. Who knew getting rained on that heavily was so tiring? Not her. Or maybe she’s just exhausted by all the worrying she’s done about what Jongsuk might say to her once she showed up on his doorstep. So far so good, really, especially considering she disappeared on him for three whole years without as much as a word.

Picking up the milk, she pours a good amount of it into the mug, then stirs the coffee for a while. As she’s still busy doing it, Jongsuk asks her what’s up and she feels her entire body tense up yet again. Like a deer caught in headlights, only she’s looking down at her mug of coffee and not staring wide-eyed at her cousin. For quite a bit she’s quiet, thinking of how to explain this to him.

“I left all of a sudden three years ago because…” It’s still hard to manage to speak the truth. She’s done it only once back when she told Shiwoo but that’s been three years too by now. Ever since she’d not even let a breath of it cross her lips. Now she’s going to divulge it all yet again to Jongsuk. “Mom sent my dad a letter that claimed I wasn’t actually his daughter. He had a paternity test done and it turned out to be true. So after I graduated he kicked me out of the house and made me sign a contract that stated I would never breathe a word of it to anyone.”

She swallows hard. All at once is always the best way to say something, like ripping a band aid off in one go. That’s what her mother used to tell her when she was little. The thought does nothing but hurt right now. “I… Kind of sunk into a dark place after that. I didn’t know where I could go it felt like I’d lost my entire family and had no one left. I didn’t think to come to you. Mom didn’t even reach out to try and take me in again. I really don’t know why she sent that letter either.”

There’s a sob stuck in her throat, but she does her best not to let it out, instead soldiering on through her explanation so as to let Jongsuk know what she came for. “With no money and no education beyond high school I kind of just… I got involved with the wrong people.” She smiles bitterly, taking hold of the mug of coffee with both hands to warm herself on it. For a moment she just stares blindly at the table, but then she takes another breath to speak.

“I don’t own anyone money or anything like that. But it is taking me some effort to try and get out of the entire thing.” She bites her lower lip lightly, worrying it between her teeth for a moment. “And I’ve missed being around you. I’m sorry that it took me this long to realise that whatever my dad might have done has nothing to do with us.” Her eyes finally go up to look at her cousin then. And suddenly the insecurity hits full force. “I think?”

Jong Suk didn’t fail to notice the way she seemed to change a little at his question. Sure, he was never gentle or one to ease into a conversation, especially when he knew there was a purpose to it. He liked the facts and getting straight to the point.

He didn’t say anything as she stirred her coffee and looked at him. Jong Suk knew that she knew what he had said and he wasn’t going to force a response out of her. She would come to it at her own pace and if it took too long....well, he would worry about it if it got there. 

Finally, she started to speak about whatever it was that was on her mind and Jong Suk listened. He was good at that, after all. He wasn’t good at comforting or offering advice (or at least, advice anyone wanted to hear) but he was a good listener. His gaze stayed on Shin Hye, watching as nerves seemed to make themselves present with her body language.

When she finally finished explaining everything, Jong Suk let out a sigh. A part of him was amused at how utterly ridiculous it was that she had learned something like this about her own family. Jong Suk had too, after all, years ago and he had shared the news with Daejung as well, changing his world forever about his parents. What were the odds that it would happen to people who were Jong Suk’s family? 

The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to laugh. Not to mention the fact that she pushed him away as a result, something that Jaejoong who was practically like a brother to him had done as well. Was the world playing a cruel joke? Even if it was, there wasn’t much he could do about it and he let out a sigh. 

“What kind of things did you get involved in that you can’t get out of?” he asked, raising a brow. “Are you here because you want me to help you with it?” He didn’t mean for his words to sound harsh or as though he were judging her, but simply because he was curious. 

“...You think?” he shrugged. “Your father hasn’t said anything to me or my parents and even if he did, he can’t do anything about what we choose to do about it. If you were having a hard time, you should have came to me instead of disappearing and getting yourself involved in the wrong people. I don’t know why you would think that was a good idea over your cousin, who’s known you practically your whole life and you know would support you,” he paused. “Or at least, that’s what I would have hoped you knew. But I guess not, since here we are now.”

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a place to call home

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247shiwoo:

Even when the other man confirms his assumption, Shiwoo remains confused. Why would he give him a giant dog out of nowhere like it was a small souvenir he brought from an international trip? This was something Shiwoo would do himself, show up with random things and give them to his friends, but Jongsuk? He is surprised to say the least, but once the first shock goes away, his face lights up and he turns to look at the dog again. It doesn’t sound a bad idea - not at all. Suddenly, he remembers of a video he saw and grabs his phone to find it on Youtube, then hands the phone to Jongsuk. “How do I take him home, hyung? I came with my motorcycle. Do you think we can do this?” He asks and laughs softly. “Seriously now. He’s mine, but you have to drive him to my apartment tonight or other day.” Shiwoo says, not hiding his happiness to have a new friend to live with him.

“At least they have you and some other gentle souls.” Shiwoo comments with a shrug, knowing that Jongsuk would say his ‘gentle soul’ comment was cheesy or something like this, but he doesn’t really mind. “I’ll take good care of this one. Unless I want you to kill me in my sleep.” It’s hard for Shiwoo to keep a whole sentence serious without a half joke, he can’t help it, however there’s no doubt that he will treat this dog like his own family, and probably provide him some expensive and nice meals. At least he has a good and spacious apartment now. “If you want me to become famous so I don’t have time to bother you, let me ruin it for you, because that won’t happen.” Shiwoo flashes a smile at him, winking to tease his old friend.

“And here I thought she was going to cook today.” He chuckles. Being a chef makes people think he’s picky to eat and needs something fancy. To be honest, he doesn’t really like junk and fried food, but he’s not snob or annoying when it comes to eating, but he’s sure Jongsuk is right - not just because his current occupation, but because his mother tends to spoil Shiwoo a lot like he was a child. “Yeah, let’s go.” Shiwoo nods and follows Jongsuk to the kitchen to find his mother and, of course, take a look on what they’re preparing.

Shiwoo’s surprise wasn’t that much of a shock to Jong Suk. Besides, giving someone a dog like this wasn’t exactly normal. When Shiwoo handled his phone to Jong Suk, he watched the video on the screen and couldn’t help but laugh. He could easily picture Shiwoo doing that with the dog, but for the dog’s sake for for Shiwoo’s, he didn’t want either of them to get hurt. “Do not do that,” he said, still amused by the video. “It’s fine, I’ll drive him to your place once we’re finished here.” That was doable, since that was how the dog had ended up here in the first place. “All the care stuff for him is in my trunk anyway.”

He scoffed at the comment on being a gentle soul, but he appreciated that Shiwoo thought well of him. When it came to animals and certain people, he truly did try his best. “Good,” he grinned, pleased that the boy knew him well enough to know how he felt about the animal and to what lengths Jong Suk would go to in order to protect them, even if they were just kidding around. At Shiwoo’s comment, Jong Suk scoffed again. “Even if you do get famous, knowing you, you’ll still find ways to bug me,” he said with a pointed look. They both knew he would spend time with him even then, though. Only ever not spending time with him if he truly got under the other’s skin.

“Oh, believe me, she tried. She hovered in the kitchen all day and told the chef what to do and fixed his mistakes. Or at least, that’s what my father said,” he chuckled, but he wouldn’t put it past his mother to do such a thing. When it came to her family, she only wanted the best for them all.

Jong Suk led the way and just like he had said, his mother was there, doing exactly what his father had told him earlier. “Mom, come on. Shiwoo came to see you and dad. I’m sure dinner is almost ready and the chef’s got this.”

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(half) brother dearest

[jongsuk247-blog]

247daejung:

  DaeJung felt himself shaking, either from the lightly colder breeze pushing over his frame or the knowledge hitting him that this wasn’t a cruel joke. His eyes scanned over the paper several times, slowly remembering every single word printed on the white paper. His throat seemed to form lump after lump, because the evidence was there in the form of actual birth certificate and other details he barely knew about. Honestly the slender figure never asked much about his family, simply since it never came up and everything seemed to be in such an ideal state - why question it?

  “So, that man upstairs…is my father?” he asked a bit confused, his brain clearly trying its best to put every given piece into a logical place. “How…uh how did you find out about this? I mean did you know all this time and only now decided to come forward or…I am lost. Truly.” The more questions he asked, the deeper the knowledge sank the less it made sense and only confused the slender male further. Nothing made sense anymore and the worst was he would need to go back in there to entertain, to smile to the guests present and make sure the event went well.

  For whom had he planned all of this? Who were those two people upstairs and above all why was he never told this piece of important news? Letting out a deep heavy sigh, DaeJung’s eyes moved to meet JongSuk’s once more as he tried to look for some sort of halt. “I can’t….Uh we need to go back inside. The MC of the night has probably started and I need to uh go back inside. Yes,” he spoke, but looked like a deer caught in the headlights, lost to what he ought to really be doing. “You, yes you should go back to your own parents.” It all seemed like some bad movie where it turned out his parents weren’t his parents, he had maybe even a sister and a whole hidden family he knew nothing about. Trying to shake these thoughts from his mind, hoping it wasn’t that bad, the slender figure walked back inside.

  “I will ask them once the main MC part is over. You ought to be there too as you are the one claiming this is true,” he spoke over his shoulder, but his words seemed to crash into each other. DaeJung felt heavy confusion, like someone had knocked him over the head and sent the slender figure out on the ice without proper skates. 

Now that the truth was out there, Jong Suk wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do. He liked to plan things and he liked to determine the possible outcomes and prepare himself for it but in situations like this, it was hard to figure such things out. So, as a result, me simply remained silent, watching as the news settled on the younger boy.

“Actually...” he frowned a little. Of course, he would think the man he had come with was his father. Of course he wouldn’t know he was adopted. “He’s not. It’s someone else,” he stated simply, looking at the boy intently hoping that he would get what Jong Suk was trying to say with his eyes. Such a conversation wasn’t meant for an open place like this. Even though no one else was in sight, Gossip Girl could be anywhere. He didn’t want to ruin the boy’s future as well as his own.

“I overheard a conversation recently and then I looked into it. I came to you as soon as I had what I needed,” he explained. “I wouldn’t have kept the information to myself if I knew for a long time...you have no reason to trust me, but you can take my word for that. Like I said earlier, you deserved to know the truth.”

Jong Suk nodded. Of course, they had spent quite some time outside and sooner or later, someone was bound to notice their absence, especially Daejung’s, given that this whole celebration had been done by him. When Daejung continued to speak, Jong Suk frowned. He had no reason to hide from all of this and yes, he was the one who was claiming that it was true, but he didn’t want to be there when he confronted his parents. It was a more personal matter for the family to deal with.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea...” he said hesitantly, feeling discomfort at the complete lack of control in the situation. “You have every right to confront them and ask for the truth. You have every right to question me and think I’m a liar, given that you don’t know me, but if you’re going to ask them about it...” he trailed off, not wanting to tell him what to do but wanting it to work out so that no one else would find out about this and of course, to save Daejung’s reputation. “But maybe wait until the night is over. When it’s just the three of you. I won’t be there. If they deny it then...we can worry about it then. But I know them to be good people, so I’m sure you’ll learn the truth.”

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bad girl gone good

[jongsuk247-blog]

kyungri247:

@jongsuk247

With a court slip in hand, Kyungri sits patiently inside of a taxi heading towards an animal rescue center that she had never considered stepping in ever for obvious reasons. She had no reason to like or dislike animals, they were just there for her. Maybe when she was younger she might’ve considered owning a pet, but that wish had been long gone along with her innocence. "’Assault towards a civilian.’” She reads the slip and curses under her breath. “Can you believe this shit?” She asks out loud, making the driver clear his throat out of discomfort. “Making me wake up this early for this…” She groans in disgust and pain from the pounding in her head caused by the hangover and lack of sleep which neither was new to her, but having to do something right after is always a pain.

The moment she sees the building roll up next to her, her palms begin to sweat and the beat of her heart grows faster by the second. Kyungri isn’t used to this. She’s used to the nonchalant manner of stumbling inside a bar or someone’s house intoxicated out of her mind. There is confidence in there mixed with not having to feel anything else other than a single feeling that is required at the moment. What she had long forgotten was how emotions bombarded her when she is sober and it was a quick reminder as to why she drinks as much as she does.

She opens the doors to the building and surprisingly enough it didn’t smell as bad as she anticipated, not that she anticipated a lot about this place anyway. Kyungri walks up to the front desk and places the piece of paper on the counter. “Are you… Lee Jongsuk?” She calls out, watching the back of the man’s head. “I’m sure the police explained to you about me. Your assistant for the month.” Her voice is already sounds tired, a sigh escaping right after she spoke. She wasn’t sure why the police made her do such a thing, but if it got her out of jail, she might as well take it. She isn’t that dumb even drunk.

There were plenty of volunteers that came and went from the clinic. Jong Suk was always strict with who he allowed around the animals for obvious reasons, but he was always appreciative of the help he got and more often than not, they did a good job. He always made sure to reward them for their efforts, whether it was a gift card or an outing for dinner. The latter only really worked when there was a group of them, though.

An officer had come a few days earlier, wanting to see if they could send people his way to volunteer as a way of community service for a short amount of time and although Jong Suk was reluctant, he agreed that all cases would be discussed beforehand and only come with his approval. And so, this was how his first criminal found their way working at the clinic.

He heard the door open and then he heard an unfamiliar voice calling his name and he turned to see a young girl standing before him. “Yes, that’s me,” he nodded as he approached the counter. “They did. Welcome to Lucky Paws,” he said, gesturing to the clinic. “I can give you a t-shirt to work in or you can just come in whatever. I won’t make you talk to people and keep you behind the scenes. There’s plenty of others to do the face to face talking anyway,” he explained, gesturing for her to follow him to the back.

“Before I figure out exactly what to do with you, what kind of things are you capable of?”