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@jsurdus-blog
[ sms ] Please don't hate me, I'm too tired and too dizzy to be hated.
[ txt ] what’s up?[ txt ] are we continuing a conversation that I don’t quite recall because this doesn’t make sense[ txt ] did you fuck up is that it[ txt ] although I can’t think of anything that you could fuck up that would make me hate you[ txt ] like what do you take me for my temper is not that bad is it?[ txt ] ...fine yeah it kind of is but I swear I’m cool
[Text] Please don't hate me I'm too tired and too dizzy to be hated
[ txt ] bruh you know I’m the chillest person on earth I don’t hate anybody [ txt ] or at least usually I don’t[ txt ] did you do something worth hating though? and why are you dizzy?[ txt ] should I be worried[ txt ] I’m too tired to be worried
more texts for you bitches
SEXY TEXTS, BITCH
[text] Just let me suck your dick and be happy. Let me have this.
[text] Why are you so hot…like honestly, it’s not fair.
[text] Yeah, you looked good in your [dress/shirt/pants] last night but really, they looked way better on my floor.
[text] Come over. With condoms.
[text] You should come over, clothing optional.
[text] I feel like a nasty slut and I LOVE IT
[text] Sorry I got drunk and texted you about my sex life
[text] Sex on a rooftop - trashy or adventurous?
[text] If you’re not at my apartment, shirtless, in five minutes, I will be personally offended.
[text] I don’t think he likes that I’m always sending him pictures of me in my bra but he needs to get it together
[text] It’ll be like The Notebook, except with way more of my penis.
[text] I didn’t know that all of his brothers would be hot and musically inclined, too. That’s a dick move on behalf of biology.
[text] I DON’T WANT YOUR DICK. I WANT BRUNCH.
[text] So is it your turn now to pretend like dating someone else would stop us from fucking?
[text] I just need some of your time and all of your body.
[text] I am available for nakedness
[text] I think about [him/her/them] when I masturbate so I guess you could call it love
DRUNK TEXTS, BITCH
[drunk text] So wat are you really over me no w
[drunk text] AND I UNFOLLOWED YOU ON INSTAGRAM TOO, BITCH
[drunk text] You are my queen and my savior and I love you forever
[drunk text] You are the most beautiful girl I have ever known
[drunk text] I’m eating macaroni and cheese on a slice of pizza and autocorrect just wrote that text for me pretty much, what’s your night like
[drunk text] Listen up slut, you’re one hot piece of ass and if [he/she/they] doesn’t realize it, it’s their loss
[drunk text] but what’s the point of a Disney sing off party if you’re not here. You have to be be the Pumbaa to my Timon
[drunk text] Can you pls remind me tomorrow of how much of a fool I made myself tonight
[drunk text] FUCK YOU YOU’RE GORGEOUS
[drunk text] I think maybe you and me should like go out and eat pizza or something check yes or no
[drunk text] Please don’t hate me I’m too tired and too dizzy to be hated
[drunk text] I hate (him/her) but less when I’m drinking. Thanks, alcohol.
[drunk text] Omf g you need to get over here now I think I’m dyin
[drunk text] SWEEEEEEEET CAROLINE
most handsome reindeer :)
aigclios:
There was a prolonged moment of awkward silence. Kyungsoo shifted his weight from one foot to another and cleared his throat, waiting politely for the man to tell him to scram or to enter. He seemed friendly enough, even if a bit amused. He did not get the “sure, my balcony is all yours” he had been hoping for, but the man waved for him to step inside and so he did.
Kyungsoo’s shoes were muddy and there were dirt splatters on the legs of his pants, but he did his best to not bring any of it in. (Not that it would have made much of a difference. The place was messier than Kyungsoo’s well organized studio apartment, even if not downright unhygienic.) His jacket was left on. It would be needed if he would have to wait outside for a long time.
He followed in the man’s trail, feeling a little sorry for invading his space uninvited. He found himself hoping that the man would say something, not because he fancied a chat, but because he sure as hell was not going to break the ice.
Cool air got in trough the opened balcony door.
“Um.” He cleared his throat again. “You can close the door once I’m out so you won’t freeze in here. Just let me back in when I ask you to. Is that okay? I mean, if its not too much trouble.”
It was colder outside than he expected. He hadn’t gone outside all day, and he hadn’t realised how much the temperature had dropped. It was windy up here, too, with no buildings to block the gusts of wind from sweeping across the balcony. Whatever the guy wanted to do, he sure was hell bent on it; knocking on strangers’ doors and standing outside to freeze to death. Junseo had to admire such strength of character.
He didn’t quite catch the first part of what the guy said, since he wasn’t looking, but guessed well enough what the man was trying to say. But there were a couple of problems with that, and Junseo flashed the man a toothy grin before gesturing at his ear with one hand.
It turned out there was no universal hand gesture for ‘I’m deaf’ in this world. Some people never understood what he tried to get across no matter what he did, while others didn’t need half as much to connect the dots. Anyway, bottom line was, he wouldn’t be able to hear the man asking to be allowed back inside if he went away- and also, Junseo wanted to watch. He was curious now, and in his mind he concluded that it was his right to find out what was going on on his own balcony. He did own it, after all. He could casually smoke next to the guy or something, no big deal.
He was entirely too invested in this whole thing already.
@aqvos
“ funny. ” sehun mutters sarcastically as he stares at his phone in his hand but a smile lingers on his lips nonetheless. he knows he doesn’t have to wait for long for the tall man to show up, surprised that he was slow to notice the other first this time. junseo had always been taller by a few inches and sehun particulary having no problems with his height got picked on for being the shorter one out of the two. junseo was the only one whom he let to get away with his teasing because otherwise sehun had thought of him as a good friend. and he had to admit that he missed the other, quite often. being busy doesn’t allow the swimmer to meet up with his friends often, so sehun always tries to make the most out of their time they get to spend together. “ i was just looking at something on the ground… ”he says, which obviously is a lie while standing in front of his friend, a bright smile on his face.
Of course Junseo knows that Sehun isn’t short by any standards. But Junseo himself is really tall, and he also likes friendly banter, gentle teasing. He wouldn’t do it if it was genuinely hurting his friend, even if there’s little to no guarantee that he would be able to notice if it were. Junseo is a lot of things but attentiveness is not necessarily one of his more refined characteristics. As soon as he gets to Sehun he ruffles his hair in greeting, a grin on his lips, nodding his head. Since they’re in public where there’s a lot of noise around them and because Junseo loathes his hearing aids, he’s not wearing them which sadly significantly limits the ways in which they will be able to communicate but no matter; he’s more than used to having to make it work somehow. It’ll be fine. At least lip reading is one of his more developed skills. He nudges Sehun’s shoulder, a silent ‘how’s it going’ without having to use words or signs.
@ohatlvs
The therapist brushes the pen lightly over the list of items that were needed for the night, staying completely oblivious about his dear friend for only a moment. They both decided to plan a tiny gathering for just the two of them, both also refusing to call it a ‘sleepover’ because there was no way there would giggling confessions and truth or dare. It would be just an average, fun time. Nothing more. All good friends do it. ❛ bring some beers. ❜ He snaps out of his thoughts when hearing the other’s low voice, the point of his pen pressing firmly against the page. “Beer? Well if you want it, I guess I can buy it but don’t get too drunk on me.” Atlas jokes light heartedly, extending a hand out to gently nudge the other’s arm. “My break is over in thirty minutes but I’ll meet you tonight, yeah?” Atlas asks for confirmation, capping the fountain pen. “Around about 9 o’clock?”
Junseo likes to drink. He likes it a lot. Doesn’t matter if it’s at a bar, at his place or at someone else’s- although he could go without the hassle of having to clean up his apartment so that it’s decent enough to show to a friend or a hook up. Being tidy is not his strong suit even if he knows that it would help him focus, help him be more efficient; perhaps it’s ironic that the feng shui consultant can’t keep his own living space feng shui at all.
Life would be easier if everyone could sign but, no such luck. Junseo nods to agree to everything Atlas just said, lip reading as usual, but instead of saying anything he steals the fancy fountain pen right from his hand to scribble down on the piece of paper instead. Sure he could talk but he’s a little bit too self conscious of how funny it sounds. He can’t hear himself after all, which makes controlling his voice harder than it needs to be.
“Of course I won’t. But alcohol is a must to have some fun yeah? 9′s good. See you then. I’ll order food, what do you want?”
give me a “wait why does the cute/puppy eyes boy who works at the grocery store have a house arrest bracelet” plot !!
my track record with activity is so bad that I won’t even make any promises anymore... answering messages and asks two months after they were sent to me... I’m so ashamed orz
that being said pls hit me up if you’d like to plot and I’ll try my best to get back to you in a timely manner I swear it’s not because I don’t want to rp with you but because I’m literally a piece of shit
Looking back on it, Junseo should have seen it coming. His brother’s disappearance. Joon was always... elusive. Always drawn away from the rest of the family and the world in general. In high school he only seemed to have his boyfriend Kyongsoo and no one else but back then, Junseo was too busy to worry about. His little brother was dear to him, of course, but he had other things on his plate back then. College, his disability... Teenage years weren’t easy on him either. But perhaps the world was even harsher on his little brother who was so small that people refused to believe he could be related to someone like Junseo.
It was Junseo who realized that Joonmyun had gone missing, their parents too busy with work to notice. But how many days had passed by then? It was shortly after Joon had graduated from high school. Junseo hadn’t seen him for days and went to check his room and there was nothing there. Nothing. Joon had cleared his closet, taken his suitcase, and left.
No note, no farewell. But the silence and the empty space spoke louder than his brother ever had.
Years passed. They all moved on, somehow. Junseo could never quite forget his missing brother but he had to keep living his life, his parents told him so as well as his counselor. It wasn’t his fault.
Perhaps it wasn’t, but he could have maybe held the boy back. But Junseo had never been able to dwell on one thing for long, and soon Joonmyun became only a passing thought. When he’d eat his favourite foods, pass by the door of his room in their childhood home, look back at old pictures. His little brother... And he’d wonder where he might be, what he might be doing. He never thought that Joon might be dead but somehow that was more unsettling. Wherever he was, he didn’t want to be found. He had thrown them all away.
Of course it left a mark.
But it was even more life changing to have Joon come back after a better part of ten years had gone by. His brother, suddenly in his office at work, because it was the only way he could find him.
Joon was barely recognizable. He seemed... smaller. He was skinny and pale in a way that was translucent, as though he could vanish again at any given moment. He was like a scared animal, fidgeting, obviously afraid, even as Junseo embraced him.
He never wanted to let go. His small brother who nearly disappeared inside his arms now. Whatever he had been up to had not treated him well, that much was clear.
Joon refused to tell him the full story but he did relay him the fact that he was... invisible. His brother had somehow become, well, magical- a creature of the dark side with an addiction problem and clearly enough issues to last him a life time. He also told Junseo he didn’t wish to see their parents and insisted he wouldn’t tell them. That he’d do it at his own pace.
At this point Junseo couldn’t possibly refuse him anything.
For as long as Joonmyeon wouldn’t run from him again.
Bold everything your muse has done:
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italic means it is dependent upon verse and / or timeline.
broken a bone | had a near-death experience | killed someone | tried and failed to kill someone | invented something | been hungover | kissed someone | slow-danced | been in a long-term relationship | had sex | had sex and regretted it | had a one-night stand | had a threesome | experimented with their sexuality | had kids | gotten married | self-harmed | traveled to another country | been in a play | received an inheritance | been in a car wreck | lost a loved one | been dumped | dumped someone | smoked | gotten high | gone skydiving | gone hunting | been in a band | had a job | been fired | been in a wedding party | owned a pet | seen a ghost | skipped class / work | learned an instrument | gotten a noticeable scar | sued someone | been robbed | been mugged | been kidnapped | been sexually assaulted | been brainwashed | gone more than one day without eating | had a recurring nightmare | been bullied | seen someone die | attempted suicide | been tied / chained up | shot someone | stabbed someone | saved someone’s life | cheated on someone | been cheated on | had a stalker | been betrayed | been in a fight | been arrested | been to a funeral | had surgery | broken someone’s trust | gotten a piercing | gotten a tattoo | used a fake name | been tortured | been abused | been blackmailed | had an attempt on their life (technically /presumably) | gotten away with a crime | been in love
@jsurdus
“Good evening,” Kyungsoo said politely, staring at the stranger dead in the eye with a serious expression. “May I use your balcony for a few hours, please?”
It had been a humiliating fifteen minutes. He had rang half a dozen doorbells, most of them left unanswered. The doors that had opened for him had had suspicious, confused people hiding behind them, shaking their heads and slamming the doors at his face. He could not blame them. He would have done the same in a similar situation unless the intruder explained himself.
Which, incidentally, was what he was fully prepared to do.
“I would like to sit there for some time. I have these. I promise not to be a bother.” He lifted the binoculars around his neck. Carrying a telescope around in an urban setting would have been too much of a hassle.
His phone had beeped a few hours earlier. Nine times out of ten it meant that there had been a rare sighting around, and one of his fellow bird watchers had had the decency to alarm the others. Kyungsoo had packed his belongings and headed to the reported location, searching for a spot to camp at. The weather was not ideal, but the sky was clear enough, and he would be able to keep an eye on a vast area from this particular apartment.
“May I come in?”
Junseo was surprised to say the least upon seeing the strange man behind his door. Not many people called on his door; usually only food delivery, and as of late his long lost brother as well. If he could avoid it, Junseo didn’t usually invite people over because he was too lazy to tidy up his apartment for that. When you lived alone you had no obligations to maintain any pretenses. That he and his brother for sure had in common- the untidiness was a family trait.
He stared at the man with his head cocked to the side. He was somewhat following along, his skill in lip reading well honed by now, but that didn’t make really understanding the man that much easier. Just what was he going to do on his balcony? Stalk some pretty lady? The thought made him laugh softly before stepping aside, gesturing for the smaller male to step inside. Who was he to stop this polite stalker.
Choosing to stay silent, he lead the man to the balcony door and pushed it open, curious to see what he would do there. He wasn’t in the middle of anything important and it would be impossible for him to focus on anything anyway with the intruder camping out on his balcony. This was an unexpected turn of events for sure... But in his easy-going way, Junseo simply welcomed it.
So I promised changes, and here they are.
I changed his name from Park Chanyeol to Kim Junseo. From now on he’s the older brother of my other muse, jcaecus, and I had to name him accordingly. The url change also signifies that as I’ve modeled it to match that of my kjm account. You could say that this account is now subordinate to my jcaecus one, but that doesn’t mean that Junseo isn’t going to have a story line of his own.
Mostly I’m doing this because I ran out of inspiration for this account entirely. Something needed to change to bring me back here. I know that pcy and kjm are not the best match to be brothers but not all siblings look alike so. Whatever.
All old threads are dropped but I’m accepting new plots. Nothing else but his name and his family relations have been changed so he’s pretty much the same he was before.
“Isn’t it ironic that ears that size end up being entirely useless?” But when you hear no evil it’s much easier to strive for harmony and open your eyes to what others have overlooked.
I am the phoenix that flies on the wings of boundless energy
Park Chanyeol. 27. feng shui consultant and business owner. deaf & ADHD.
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Chanyeol's company isn’t very big, which means that he knows all of his employees by name and doesn’t hire new people very frequently. When he does he tries to be as careful as possible about it; he quite likes the atmosphere, and doesn’t want to give a job to anyone who’s going to tear that down. But at the same time, at his heart of hearts, he’s softer than most people would assume.
Especially towards people he can sympathize with.
Of course he can’t hire anyone just out of pity, and that’s not the case with the new boy either. He will have a real job to take care of, intern or not- but indeed, after learning about his condition Chanyeol was slightly more biased to hire him under him.
Finally someone who could communicate with him in his native tongue in his own darn company.
Chanyeol is out meeting a client when the boy is supposed to come in, so he misses the first few hours of his day and when he makes it back it’s already lunch time. But Chanyeol is curious, and can’t even attempt to hide that, making his way towards the corner of the office where the internet should be hiding, somewhere. Doing... something. Chanyeol isn’t quite certain what he might have been made to do on his first day; maybe just memorize some core information about the company? Maybe? It’s been a while since he last initiated anybody. He knows he gives off quite the capable boss vibe, with his slacks, button down and dress shoes, but he also hopes that his rolled up sleeves and a friendly smile will help soften some of his edges. He doesn’t want to intimidate the kid- that’s just not the kind of boss that he is.
He raps on the door with his knuckles, fully aware that the boy does have decent hearing, to draw attention to himself, and only then does he sign his greeting. ‘How’s it going?’
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It was a wonder that he was out and about at the moment, not being the biggest fan of hot weather and certainly not of sweating. But thankfully he knew he’d only have to stand out here just a bit longer to wait for his friend before he could step back into the air conditioned building. It shouldn’t be too hard to find the tall dork among the crowd and his point is proven when he sees his head moving between the busy crowd of people on the sidewalk. “Hey.” He calls out before nodding his head towards the entrance. “Took you long enough, coulda died of fucking heat stroke while waiting you know.” It’s a joke of course… maybe. He tugs open the door and steps in before holding it open for the other. “Welcome to my humble- well. Not humble. Just welcome. God, it’s so hot out though, of all days, why’d you choose this one?”
Befriending another young business owner like himself was a rare treat for Chanyeol. There weren’t that many around, at least not people who had created their companies and success stories by themselves instead of being born with a silver spoon in their mouth. Chanyeol was very competitive, of course, so sometimes that ambition and pride caused him to clash with people very alike him, but at least Baekhyun’s field of business was far enough from his own not to bother him too much. Even so, it was exciting to get to visit his headquarters, see for himself how the man was running his kingdom.
He paid no heed to his words and just waved his hand dismissively in his face. The guy was all bark and no bite, and Chanyeol wasn’t going to apologise for anything. He could have just waited for him inside in the air conditioned building, for fuck’s sake. “Because it fit my schedule,” he signed, again paying little care to if Baekhyun was going to be able to understand that or not. He’d dig up his phone later to start their usual mode of conversation, but for now, as they were walking, he chose not to. But indeed, this was far from humble, and for a moment Chanyeol wondered if he would have been better off directing his attention to the game industry instead of feng shui and interior design; money like this seemed good enough. But speaking of heat, he could use a drink. He mimed a drinking motion with his hand, looking Baekhyun in the eye, to get his wordless message across.
2:13am
[ text ] [ fuckface ] oh my bad [ text ] [ fuckface ] i forgot about ur wimpy ass trike u ride around [ text ] [ fuckface] fuckn hilarious
2:15am
[ text ] [ fuckface ] wanker??? tf r u british now too ??? [ text ] [ fuckface ] god u make me laugh
2:16am
[ text ] [ fuckface ] go into the gayest lookin one seeming its where u belong after all [ text ] [ fuckface ] listen to the call of your people [ text ] [ fuckface ] oh wait
[ sms : 2:17AM ] you know my bike beats half of yours and don’t even try to lie about it we can hit the track right now if you want proof [ sms : 2:17AM ] and I will insult you anyway I want and you have no say in that you dickface [ sms : 2:18AM ] I gotta punch all your teeth out now for trying to be funny about my deafness not cool man not cool man [ sms : 2:25AM ] well I’m here now whether it’s the right place or not [ sms : 2:26AM ] I’ll order something so come find me at the counter [ sms : 2:26AM ] unless you’re too busy blowing someone in the bathroom
