Funny Bone

Jo Junseong Dead at 27, alive at 115 Lover of circus arts, hip-hop, and comedy Fighter for human rights Owner of joke and prop shop 'Funny Bone' in Vighulir {RP Blog - Mun Over 21)

[jungjinwoo-ia]

[heavenxcloud-deactivated2021081]

Learning from the best {J+M} ||Career day event

The early morning breeze of this late spring day gently stroked her caramel-coloured skin and brushed through her light green hair. Nervously, the engkanto pulled her braided hair to the front and played with it. She had been trying to do other things while she was nervous as her habit of scratching her arm was getting worse. Above all, the scratches said more about her than what she would like to share with the world. Taking a quick glance at her watch, the young student let out a small sigh. She was early by almost half an hour and it seemed like time had stopped somehow.

  It was going to be an exciting day for her. She was going to first-hand learn how to run a shop from a man who was rumoured to be utterly charming and handsome. The latter she could certainly confirm from her rare visits in the shop. If she had to be honest, his charm was quite fascinating. The way he talked to the customers, it required a particular type of self-esteem that the engkanto truly believed that she lacked, and it would be great if he could inspire her to get out of her shell. Maybe she could run a shop herself one day, maybe a bakery where she could sell her beautiful cupcakes… It was a foolish dream that she held onto despite her destiny to return to Vietnam and become her family’s head and run the business…

“Oh, good morning, sir! My name is Diễm My, but you can just call me My or My My. Today, I am your career day participant. I promise to be no trouble for you, and hopefully, I can learn a lot today.”, as the heard a deep male voice greeting her, the engkanto spun around and bowed to the tall man. It was important to leave a good impression. Her eagerness to learn was sincere.

@junseong-ia

[junseong-ia]

Almost immediately the two-seventy could sense the nervousness exuding from his new helper in the shop. He had been contacted by the academy about some sort of study with job experience for students and was quick to hop on the list. Not only would it be helpful but also a nice change of pace to have more people around here. Junseong was doing well enough for himself that he could hire work soon anyways, so good practice on his side in terms of managing.

Despite all that thought of good business, he was far from worried about it. Junseong, being the ever enigma mashup of judgment and a frivolous nature, decided here and now he’d make it fun for the student who likely needed a break.

Whether that would actually come to fruition was the question.

He had been subconsciously contact juggling 3 crystal orbs while typing numbers into a calculator with his other hand when she arrived. He stopped typing to hear her greeting properly and followed up with a genuine, gummy smile. Cutie. “Mymy! I love that. Well, I hope I can teach you a lot today. We have plenty to get done but let’s talk first.” Junseong poured himself a mug of coffee and gestured Diem My over to get herself some where there was also tea-bag options. “Where you from, friend? Have you had a job before?” Race never mattered to Junseong but he was curious since IA was so unique. “Mind if I ask if you’re human? I used to be so I’m curious. Uh don’t mind if my shoulder comes out of socket- that happens. It’s all Gucci.”

Junseong took casual notice of her scratching her arm. With one movement he handed her a small trinket that was made for visual magic but acted as slotted puzzle. A fidgeting/tinkering toy, if you will. “Try that on for size.” He said, continuing his own one-handed contact juggling.

@mymy-ia

[cicero-ia]

"C, Eb, and G walk into a bar. The bartender says 'Sorry, no minors.'"

Mujin blinks and pouts at the other man. "I am only from the minor house, I am not actually a minor." he snorts. "it's funny though, kinda, don't tell Dann and Louis."

[junseong-ia]

The pout didn’t go unmissed- easy when Junseong was expecting a rousing fit of laughter instead. “Uh- ah, shit does minor mean something else in this age? Didn’t mean anything by it.” He took one step back. “Glad you found it funny, I just like making jokes and stuff for people. So, what’s minor house?”

@mujin-ia​

[horrificmemes]

Fear-Themed Headcanon Questions

Send one (or a few) to my muse and they’ll answer: 

Spiders: Does your muse squish bugs or put them outside? The Dark: Did your muse sleep with a nightlight as a child? Snakes: Would your muse ever keep an unusual/exotic pet? Blood: What’s the worst injury your muse has ever had? Clowns: Does your muse prefer comedy? Or horror? Mirrors: What is your muse’s least favorite thing about their appearance? Tight Space: Does your muse ever feel that they’re not living up to their own potential? Closet Monsters: Does your muse hide any aspects of their personality/life from others? Crowds: What does your muse think of big cities? Death: Name one thing your muse has lost that they wish they could get back. Ghosts: Has your muse ever seen something they couldn’t explain? Needles: Does your muse have a strong stomach? Curses: Does your muse believe in good/bad luck? How about karma? Heights: Is your muse a risk-taker? Solitude: Name 3 things your muse couldn’t live without. Fire: Would your muse rather be very cold, or very hot? Failure: Has your muse ever given up on an important dream? Abandonment: How would your muse win back someone who left them? The Unknown: Is your muse a philosophical person? Boogeyman: What position does your muse sleep in? Falling: What does your muse think about falling in love or commitment?  Change: What was a turning point in your muse’s life? Disease: What does your muse do on a sick day? Number 13: Does your muse believe any superstitions?  Noise: Name one sound your muse finds absolutely unbearable. Insects: Name something your muse finds gross or annoying.  Dolls: Has your muse ever collected something? Getting Old: Would your muse rather live 50 years loved, or 200 years alone? Social Phobia: Does your muse consider themselves an outgoing person?

[devour-memes]

A collection of lines from The Blues Brothers! Feel free to change pronouns/things as needed!

---

"What's this?"

"Where's the [insert car type]?"

"You traded [item] for this?"

"It wasn't lies. It was just... bullshit."

"This was a bargain."

"They were practically giving them away!"

"Well, thank you, pal."

"You don't like it?"

"No, I don't like it."

"Fix the cigarette lighter."

"What are we doing here?"

"Yeah... so I lied to her."

"No. Fucking. Way."

"Who is it?"

"Come in!"

"Forget it! Five grand? We'll have it in the morning!"

"Well then, I guess you're really up shit creek."

"Christ [name], take it easy."

"Shit! Ow, you fat penguin!"

"Things are bad."

"They wouldn't turn you out, would they?"

"Jesus H. Tap Dancing Christ!"

"And God bless the United States of America!"

"We're getting the band back together."

"There's at least $7 worth of change here!"

"What was I gonna do? Take away your only hope?"

"I took the liberty of bullshitting you."

"Shit."

"What?"

"We're on a mission from God."

"Well, it ain't much. But it's home."

*takes a big sip of whiskey*

"I gotta hit the sack."

"Hey, you sleaze! My bed!"

"Step back."

"Me and the Lord... we got an understanding."

"Oh no."

"Wait, you guys can't come in here."

"Wait. Let's talk outside."

"That'll be fine, pal."

*obnoxious sipping of a drink*

"I can't. I really can't."

"What's going on?"

"They look like they're from the CIA or something."

"We have both kinds: country and western."

"This is a lot bigger than any domestic problems you might be experiencing."

"Are you sure this is the place?"

*throws a bottle*

"This ain't no Hank Williams song."

*just stands there, arms crossed, straight faced*

*tearing up while sipping a beer*

"It's a fucking barn."

"That'll be, uh, $94."

"I'll think about it, [name]."

"Everybody needs somebody."

"Bullshit? I don't bullshit."

"Who is that girl?"

"It's good to see you, sweetheart!"

"Oh, please don't kill us!"

"You know I love you, baby!"

"You miserable slug."

"It wasn't my fault, I swear to God!"

*takes off sunglasses*

"[name], honey..."

"Let's go."

"Take it easy."

"It's 106 miles to Chicago, we got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark, and we're wearing sunglasses."

"Hit it."

*fires gun and misses each shot*

*is handcuffed together*

[sphinxmemesmusings]

nonsexual acts of intimacy --- select from the following for my muse to respond to:

♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes ♕ : Holding hands ♖ : Having their hair washed by your muse ♗ : Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse’s lap. ♘ : Cuddling in a blanket fort ♙ : Sharing a bed ♚ : Head scratches ♛ : Sharing a dessert ♜ : Shoulder rubs ♝ : Reading a book together ♞ : Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which) ♟ : Patching up a wound ♤ : Taking a bath together ♧ : Your muse playing with their hair ♡ : Accidentally falling asleep together ♢ : Forehead or cheek kisses ♠ : Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc. ♣ : Back scratches ♥ : Your muse crying about something ♦ : Slow dancing

[rp-meme-glaceon]

Force my Muse to Spill their Secrets

🌧- For a heavy, emotional secret

🙃- For a lighter, slightly embarrassing secret

🌟- For a secret wish or desire of theirs

🍏- For something they secretly wish didn’t exist

🍎- For something they secretly wish did exist

❤️- For a secret crush

📲- Talk about someone/something you dislike, but only pretend to like

👁‍🗨- Talk about someone/something you like, but pretend to dislike

🍻- For something bad/mischievous you did as a child or teen that your parents don’t know about

🌜- For a ‘weird’ habit or tic that no one knows about

💃- For a talent that they like to keep hidden from others

🏹- For a talent they wish they had

👻- For something that scares or disturbs them, but they refuse to tell anyone

☢️- For a controversy or scandal they have been able to keep mostly under wraps

🐇- For a secret item they keep (stuffed animal, comfort object, etc)

📒- For a secret journal/diary they keep (Bonus: Share an entry from it!)

📔- For a secret sketchbook they keep (Bonus: Share a sketch or doodle within it!)

🖤- For something they secretly wish they could do with your muse

❓- Free Space! Ask them about a specific secret!

[memesrusrpr]

soft caring sentence compilation

❛❛ I took your hoodie and I’m not giving it back. ❜❜ 

❛❛ Please just… just hold me. ❜❜ 

❛❛ C’mere. Lean on me. ❜❜

❛❛ You look like you need a hug. Come here. ❜❜ 

❛❛ I’m never leaving this blanket nest ever again. ❜❜

❛❛ I know you don’t like hugs, but… I could really use one right now… ❜❜

❛❛ Just stay a little longer. Please. ❜❜

❛❛ It’s so cold outside, but you’re so warm… ❜❜

❛❛ I’m sorry. I should have asked first, just… it reminded me of you. ❜❜

❛❛ Let me hold you for a while. ❜❜

❛❛ It’s okay. I’ve got you. ❜❜

❛❛ Everything hurts. Being with you is the only good thing in the world anymore. ❜❜

❛❛ Hey, hey, don’t cry. It’s okay. C’mon, come sit under the blanket with me. ❜❜

❛❛ All I want to do is sit and eat cookies and watch cheesy romcoms right now. But I’d love some company. ❜❜

❛❛ I brought blankets, takeout, and your favourite movie. I know it won’t fix everything, but it might help. ❜❜

❛❛ Please stay with me tonight. I don’t want to be alone. ❜❜

❛❛ I made some tea. Now, do you need to talk? Or should I just put on some music? ❜❜

❛❛ I’m not going to leave. I’ll stay as long as you need me to. ❜❜

❛❛ Your hair’s soft… I just want to pet it until I forget everything but how soft it is… ❜❜

❛❛ Shh, shh. It’s okay. You’re alright. You’re safe now. ❜❜

❛❛ I know you’re hurting right now, and I’m so sorry. Tell me what will help and I’ll do it. ❜❜

❛❛ I just want to see you smile again. ❜❜

❛❛ This is stupid but… could you sing to me? You have such a nice voice, and I think it might help calm me down… you don’t have to, but… ❜❜

❛❛ Lay your head in my lap and try to get some rest. ❜❜

❛❛ wait , did you just say you love me? ❜❜

❛❛ i’m so happy! ❜❜

❛❛ is this a gift for me? ❜❜

❛❛ hey! i’ve got something for you! wait right here! ❜❜

❛❛ i love you. ❜❜

❛❛ wow … your smile is breathtaking. ❜❜

❛❛ let me take you out on a date. ❜❜

❛❛ so what will it be tonight? ❜❜

❛❛ you know , you’re really cute. ❜❜

❛❛ shh … don’t cry. ❜❜

❛❛ so … do i get a goodnight kiss? ❜❜ 

❝  i’m here for you.  ❞

❝  let me help with that.  ❞

❝  i’m here.  ❞

❝  nothing’s gonna hurt you.  ❞

❝  if they do it again, you tell me.  ❞

❝  i’ll protect you. ❞

❝  i’ll make sure nothing bad happens to you.  ❞

❝  let me take a look…  ❞

❝  i’m a phone call away.  ❞

❝  you should have called me.  ❞

❝  here, sleep.  ❞

❝  if you wanna talk, i’m here.  ❞

❝  hey, shh, it’s okay.  ❞

❝  i’ll never let you go.  ❞

❝  you’re with me now.  ❞

❝  nothing’s gonna take you from my side.  ❞

❝  i’ll do what i have to.  ❞

❝  i need you to stay here, okay? i got this.  ❞

❝  it’s safe here.  ❞

❝  i’m fine, let me see your face.  ❞

❝  we’re gonna have to keep ice on that.  ❞

❝  i like seeing you smile.  ❞

❝  you’re so beautiful.  ❞

❝  you don’t have to talk, we can just sit together.  ❞

❝  i miss/missed you.  ❞

❝  let me do this for you.  ❞

❝  i’m on your side  ❞

❝  i’ve got your back, okay?  ❞ 

[ethirdil-ia]

Skeletons in the closet { Junseong&Ethirdil

It had been a long time ago, in a seedy and filthy bar, somewhere in Asia. He had been hiding his ears back then, neatly tucked them under a baret as he walked towards the bar and ordered the strongest drink they had before he slipped his arms around another young man with a gummy grin and beautiful eyes and made out with him.

Everything else was a blur- what had exactly happened? He couldn’t tell you, or maybe he could and he just refused in an attempt to seem ‘mysterious’ but in the end he just had met up with Junseong a few times and they had been having a good time.

It was a lot of years later when Ethirdil walked into the club and this time his pointed ears were clearly visible as he looked annoyed. “Do you think I will ever get service in this godforsaken place?” he muttered angrily as he reached over the bar and, luckily, got away with stealing a bottle of strawberry flavoured alcohol. As he turned around he let out a small sound of thrill and excitement. “JUNSEONG?” he yelled before he pushed some sad neko to the side in his attempt to get to his old friend.

“It is you!” he said and jumped into the other’s arms, as he liked to do, and pressed a kiss against the other’s cheek. “it has been too long since I’ve seen you! I didn’t think you were even still alive?! You were a supernatural all along?” he asked and he was too dumb to put one and one together but maybe Junseong would be able to help him deal with that part.

He offered the other the bottle had just nicked. “Wanna share a bottle?” he asked with large silver eyes as he watched the other and grinned affectionately. “It has been such a long time my dear friend, where have you been? Are you also a student at the academy?” he questioned and made the other sit down at a small table that luckily just freed up. He just had to talk to the other, he was too thrilled to find yet another old friend here.

What was going to be next? Meet the old rockstar he once fucked here at the academy? Surely not. Though the idea was funny to him. He screwed the top off the bottle and took a swig before offering it to Junseong.

“Tell me everything.”

@junseong-ia

[junseong-ia]

Life had a way of throwing old faces at Junseong as though his life had never truly ended in the first place. Obviously magic was a force to be reckoned with and supernatural people roamed the Earth in larger numbers than he could imagine. Perhaps it was the area, but this bar alone felt wonderfully freeing to see all walks of life openly wander and enjoy themselves out of hiding.

Far cry from Junseong’s young life as a freedom fighter. His heart (not that he has one physically anymore, mind you) swelled and he downed his current drink with a smile. To bad he spent money on alcohol like this when it didn’t do a think to him- but it’s the principle of the matter.

Drinking with his best friend and his comrades.. he missed it.

He hadn’t even had time to reminisce when a certain… long eared face appeared before him. A screech of his name and suddenly the full weight of a familiar being was on top of him. Fluid, pretty, outward, with the air of a shambolic popstar. Junseong caught the man and both of them onto the bar before they could fall, chuckling amusedly.

“I- Holy shit, E?” Junseong reached back to snap his elbow back into socket where it had dislodged with the extra weight without a change in his expression.

The first thing to come back to memory were the lips on his cheek. Cotton candy, he recalled. He tasted of cotton candy and risk taking. Junseong may consider himself straight but given his history of kissing men in bars and an obvious crush on his best friend, he’d have to admit the truth soon enough. “Aw- swag! I didn’t know you were either but uh-“ Naturally reaching up to touch the pretty boy’s ears, he rubbed one with a thumb. “I guess you got more explaining to do than me.” Nodding, the two seventy was never one to turn down conversation, drink, or a good time. If he had blood his own ears would have turned red. “You uh.. made out with any strangers lately, E?”

He huffed, downing a shot before continuing. “Not much here to say. I died going after my best friend- no regrets, mind you. Suddenly the world’s own natural death alarm clock- necromancers- found me and here I am a hundred years later living that modern life and loving it like Mcdonalds. I actually own a shop in town here. What about you, a student hmm? And that’s not just some kind of roleplay- you’re actually out studying?”

@ethirdil-ia

[yenasolo-deactivated20221129]

soyou — gotta go mv

[kangsoyou-ia-deactivated2021081]

Soyou had just finished washing her face to get rid of the full face of makeup she usually wore whenever she was working when she got Junseong’s text. Softly cursing after reading the message, the brunette tried in vain to double her pace. The vampire absolutely hated it whenever people were late, which is why she usually tried to be as punctual as possible. 

Unfortunately, since it was a Friday, the club was more packed than usual, and she had stayed on stage just for a few more minutes at a few customers’ request. It was one of the men who tipped well too, so she was hard-pressed to say no.

Soyou toed off her high heels and placed them in her duffel bag as she texted the Junseong.

✉: Sorry for running a bit late. I’m on my way out. Could you pick me up at the back of the club? xx

She was still in her costume for that night— a red ensemble that consisted of a two-piece that was decorated with gold fringes. Biting her lip, Soyou eventually sighed as she put socks on and wore her usual boots. Junseong would be picking her up in the back anyways, so no one would see her; and then she could just change inside his car. It wasn’t like he’s never seen her naked before.

That last thought brought a smug smirk to her lips as she recalled their night together.

Quickly double checking if she’d left anything, Soyou left the room where exotic dancers usually prepared before their shifts and made her way to the exit. Pushing open the heavy metal door, the brunette reacquainted herself with air that didn’t smell of alcohol, sweat, and sex before catching sight of Junseong. 

Waving her hand as she rushed to the car, Soyou quickly opened the door and took a seat before saying, “I’m so sorry I’m late. I swear, I didn’t mean to.” Shooting the male a chagrined look, she added, “Also... could I change in your car? I didn’t want to be any more late so I just went here in my costume.”

@junseong-ia

[junseong-ia]

A laugh spilled out of her mouth, and Soyou wondered if all first loves felt like this— with her undead heart seemingly coming back to life as it summersaulted and her stomach filled to the brim with butterflies. Junseong was basically her first everything, and the vampire couldn’t help but admit that she was feeling a tad bit scared as well.

She liked order and clear meanings, and whatever she had with the man next to her wasn’t defined yet. The only thing stopping her from asking “what are we” was the fact that he’d probably look at her weird or think about why she was moving things so fast. So the brunette kept a tight lid on her anxiety and decided to try her best to enjoy the moment. She was around 75% sure that he genuinely liked her back, and attributed the other 25% to the self-confidence she knew she lacked. Hopefully, Junseong wouldn’t break her heart too much if worse comes to worst.

“Well, I certainly wouldn’t stop you from shaving your head. But you do know you’re one step closer to looking more like an actual skeleton if you do it, right?” The corners of her eyes crinkle and god, she can’t believe how much she likes Junseong, as she replied, “Yeah, no maybe don’t dye it the exact same color. I don’t wanna be one of those guys. I think the blonde would suit you though. You’ll most likely look like the cutest bad boy out there.” She wriggled her eyebrows at him and laughed at how ridiculous she probably looked.

They pulled up into mostly empty parking area, and as Soyou walked over to Junseong, the vampire had to stand a bit on her toes as she gave the other a sweet peck on the lips. “There. Consider yourself kissed. I wanted to do it on the way here, but I didn’t want to die again on the road,” she chortled.

The walk to his store was a short one, and Soyou reveled at the feeling of contentment as they walked down the streets hand in hand, sharing occasional smiles and kisses. Once they stepped into the store, blood red eyes widened and darted left to right as she tried her best to take in the variety of items on the shelves. Like a child in a candy story, she excitedly tugged on Junseong’s hand as she ooh-ed and ahh-ed at various items. “This is amazing!” she exclaimed, her voice a bit breathless with how much it was filled with wonder. The juggling materials caught her attention first, and she (reluctantly) slipped her hand from Junseong’s as she grabbed a few of them on each hand. “I wanna learn this!” Her tone was enthusiastic, similar to that of a child’s as she looked up at the other with twinkling eyes. “Can you teach me?”

A sucker for an audience, Junseong couldn’t help himself but show off on his own turf like this. He did it on a daily basis to the customers in his shop anyways, but it was such a different feeling playing around like this for Soyou. She was special, and it was leading the man well over a hundred (technically) to feel like a middle schooler impressing his little crush. This was more than a tiny crush though, and he’d feel free to remind her any time it was needed. “You got that right. Mostly thanks to you, though. You’re the one with the “bad ass” after all.” Okay, that little joking comment was farfetched but he stuck to his guns. ..only to be choked up by her blue balls comment. “Oh my god I love you.” He let slip as his face fell faux-serious.

The expression was mirrored at her reply, his own gummy smile revealing the pure happiness in his eyes. He let out a small breath. “Oh swag, I was hoping so..” He paused as she pecked his lips. “..Miss Soyou.” He chuckled. His chest felt warm and did a little flip flop. He reached up to touch her hair subconsciously, liking the way it felt between his fingers and the fact that the movement was so unconcious and comfortable.

“Do you even realize who you’re talking to? The best juggler this side of East Asia? Playing for thousands of people over time, The Bubbler himself. Expert in just about any toy you could think of.” Somehow he had only just caught on to what he said. “I mean… all kinds of toys.” Junseong snorted, unable to take his own words seriously. “I’m just real hype to have a student to teach.” The Two Seventy had continued to contact juggle, the balls flowing from arm to arm. “And you’re already way cooler than me which is saying something.”

Junseong made quick work running around the store, grabbing a few different items before grasping his girlfriend’s hand and walking to the door. “I have an idea! It’s fun, trust me.” He was giddy and all of this extra energy from touch was obviously affecting him. Locking the door before they got too far, Junseong walked them down the street where a water fountain stood. He handed her a few juggling balls. “Do this.” Junseong lowered one into one of the upward streams of water where it began floating on top and followed suit with each jet. 

@kangsoyou-ia

[junseong-ia]

If you’re putting together a juggling act with these blue balls, then you better make sure that it doesn’t end right before the climax.

kangsoyou-ia

[kangsoyou-ia-deactivated2021081]

Soyou had just finished washing her face to get rid of the full face of makeup she usually wore whenever she was working when she got Junseong’s text. Softly cursing after reading the message, the brunette tried in vain to double her pace. The vampire absolutely hated it whenever people were late, which is why she usually tried to be as punctual as possible. 

Unfortunately, since it was a Friday, the club was more packed than usual, and she had stayed on stage just for a few more minutes at a few customers’ request. It was one of the men who tipped well too, so she was hard-pressed to say no.

Soyou toed off her high heels and placed them in her duffel bag as she texted the Junseong.

✉: Sorry for running a bit late. I’m on my way out. Could you pick me up at the back of the club? xx

She was still in her costume for that night— a red ensemble that consisted of a two-piece that was decorated with gold fringes. Biting her lip, Soyou eventually sighed as she put socks on and wore her usual boots. Junseong would be picking her up in the back anyways, so no one would see her; and then she could just change inside his car. It wasn’t like he’s never seen her naked before.

That last thought brought a smug smirk to her lips as she recalled their night together.

Quickly double checking if she’d left anything, Soyou left the room where exotic dancers usually prepared before their shifts and made her way to the exit. Pushing open the heavy metal door, the brunette reacquainted herself with air that didn’t smell of alcohol, sweat, and sex before catching sight of Junseong. 

Waving her hand as she rushed to the car, Soyou quickly opened the door and took a seat before saying, “I’m so sorry I’m late. I swear, I didn’t mean to.” Shooting the male a chagrined look, she added, “Also... could I change in your car? I didn’t want to be any more late so I just went here in my costume.”

@junseong-ia

[junseong-ia]

A laugh spilled out of her mouth, and Soyou wondered if all first loves felt like this— with her undead heart seemingly coming back to life as it summersaulted and her stomach filled to the brim with butterflies. Junseong was basically her first everything, and the vampire couldn’t help but admit that she was feeling a tad bit scared as well.

She liked order and clear meanings, and whatever she had with the man next to her wasn’t defined yet. The only thing stopping her from asking “what are we” was the fact that he’d probably look at her weird or think about why she was moving things so fast. So the brunette kept a tight lid on her anxiety and decided to try her best to enjoy the moment. She was around 75% sure that he genuinely liked her back, and attributed the other 25% to the self-confidence she knew she lacked. Hopefully, Junseong wouldn’t break her heart too much if worse comes to worst.

“Well, I certainly wouldn’t stop you from shaving your head. But you do know you’re one step closer to looking more like an actual skeleton if you do it, right?” The corners of her eyes crinkle and god, she can’t believe how much she likes Junseong, as she replied, “Yeah, no maybe don’t dye it the exact same color. I don’t wanna be one of those guys. I think the blonde would suit you though. You’ll most likely look like the cutest bad boy out there.” She wriggled her eyebrows at him and laughed at how ridiculous she probably looked.

They pulled up into mostly empty parking area, and as Soyou walked over to Junseong, the vampire had to stand a bit on her toes as she gave the other a sweet peck on the lips. “There. Consider yourself kissed. I wanted to do it on the way here, but I didn’t want to die again on the road,” she chortled.

The walk to his store was a short one, and Soyou reveled at the feeling of contentment as they walked down the streets hand in hand, sharing occasional smiles and kisses. Once they stepped into the store, blood red eyes widened and darted left to right as she tried her best to take in the variety of items on the shelves. Like a child in a candy story, she excitedly tugged on Junseong’s hand as she ooh-ed and ahh-ed at various items. “This is amazing!” she exclaimed, her voice a bit breathless with how much it was filled with wonder. The juggling materials caught her attention first, and she (reluctantly) slipped her hand from Junseong’s as she grabbed a few of them on each hand. “I wanna learn this!” Her tone was enthusiastic, similar to that of a child’s as she looked up at the other with twinkling eyes. “Can you teach me?”

“Oh, man, you’re right.” He was starting to reconsider said haircut opportunity choices. Funny how though he was dead and only “living” thanks to a particular form of magic, he seemed to grow hair like any human would. Other than when he was particularly void of brainwave energy (given he can’t make it himself), his outward appearance was much like that of a human. It’s the inside that counts, after all, and Junseong didn’t even need to eat. He still liked to sometimes.

The kiss was so casual, so happy. He grinned without hesitation, not even realizing he was. “Died again, huh. What a cooky couple we are.” He said before stopping himself. Or.. had he overestimated their relationship? Either way, Junseong decided then and there he should make his intentions as clear as possible. ‘Official,’ as many might say. His gaze took in her playful nature as it lit up through his shop. There wasn’t much that could make him happier than in this moment as she not only seemed to like being around him, but also enjoyed his, admittedly, unique craft.

Surprising just how well you can make a business around playing with hoops and balls.

Heh, playing with balls.

He laughed aloud, snickering like a kid for a while before heaving a deep breath and explaining.

“That’s a pair of navy blue pvc speever juggling balls and I’ll be honest, my brain went straight to “blue balls” and I couldn’t help but laugh.” He wheezed another moment before walking behind her and taking the balls into his own hands. Expertly tossing them in front of her body, he showed off a few fun tricks. “I could teach you, if you’re up for it.” He made a few more fun moves, all the while thinking of what to say. Junseong had fallen from his natural self to a slightly more nervous version, pondering the next step. ‘How are classes?’ ‘I hope you like your job.’ ‘Have you had any blood today?’

“Will you go out with me? Uh, officially, I mean.” He paused tossing the balls, stepping back to look into her eyes. “I mean I kinda figured but.. It feels right to ask.”

This ‘enigma’ of modern day “swag”, classic 1800’s French circus, and 1920’s Korean manners leaned onto the nearby wall, waiting his answer. “Or if you just want to fuck I mean I can make that happen, but I was kinda hoping for more.”

@kangsoyou-ia

[kangsoyou-ia-deactivated2021081]

Amity // Soyou and Junseong

junseong-ia​:

Keep reading

[junseong-ia]

Honestly, though Junseong knew himself to be a generally caring guy, he hadn’t ever felt so doting either. Not like an overbearing partner in the least, but certainly 100% giving of affection. He had sexual experience and romantic experience too, but it never felt quite like this. So sue the man for being a little extra kissy in these moments.

He took a few deep breaths and one came out shaky from the obvious overload of energy consumption. “God it makes me sound nervous, I’m just hyper as fuck now.” He explained, shaking his head in disbelief. He waited for her answer, happy to see she seemed just as satisfied as him. “Okay, good.” He felt himself being pulled back to the bed and nodded. “No need.” He kissed her once more.

“You’re like.. perfect, miss Soyou. You’re amazing.” He mumbled quietly, suddenly feeling like turning this night’s impromptu and incredible connection into much more. In fact, that was the full plan from here on out. You know, if he doesn’t do anything stupid, which was likely. Junseong was confident, but not that confident. A bigger build, but not some chad who could get any girl.

Fuck, could he get this one? He really hoped so. It’s not like he had any crazy dark secrets to keep- or, well, maybe fighting in the revolution would be a good story one day.

“Next time we have sex though, why don’t you cum in me instead of just on my stomach?”

“Dually noted, I accept, absolutely.” He stammered, grinning at his own stupidity. “I suppose I should ask for your number, huh. Maybe this next time can be real soon. We can try more things.” He fell back onto the bed. “Oh- my heart’s beating faster than a f.a.s.t. 201 yoyo cause of all this touching. Funny, since I’m technically heartless. And now I want pizza. Is that weird?”

@kangsoyou-ia

[junseong-ia]

“I had the best night sleep of my life.” Junseong had just been telling his buddy in class. He had never been one to dream heavily. If he did dream at all, they were short, inconsequential, and he forgot about them by morning. Here lately, Junseong had been dreaming every night for what seemed like hours, and they all happened in the same little fantasy world. It was really fun to see what his obviously class-exhausted subconscious came up with.

His alter ego, Moti, as he was known. A well renowned but somewhat mysterious warrior who always entered town with a shaking confidence and left with at least one person in his debt. He mostly lived as a mercenary, but would dabble on the darker side occasionally. Tattoos were rare in this place, but his full arm of ink told his story if you looked close enough. Moti’s personality was a a lot like Junseong himself, albeit he was certainly more...

Forceful.

Bleeding from the leg, the mercenary’s hand clutched tightly on the collar of another male. Around them lay carnage from the event that just occurred. “Listen here. Do you see what I just had to go through for you?” He hissed, tightening the grasp. “I just saved your life.” He stared into his eyes. The eyes which belonged to... San, the guy who dormed next door? “I own you now.”

@sanori-ia

[junseong-ia]

-

A low, comfortable hum. Junseong leaned his head down to press his lips flat against San’s somewhat sweaty head. He hadn’t felt that expected sense of dread or confusion, not yet. There was a strange happiness exuding from the larger male as he held San in his arms like this. He hadn’t said anything even as “You’re very kind for an asshole-” was muttered into his shoulder. He let San down as he went to stand, reveling in the continued contact. There was something about the touch grounding him to Earth, keeping the secret truth between them in a hovering state.

“A fuck ton.” He finally said, letting out an amused huff. “Your fault.” The snort made him turn around and peer at the other, one eyebrow raised. “Who’s laughing when you’re just as b-“ Seeing himself in the mirror he hissed, fingers tracing some of the marks San had left. “Damn, you did a number on me.” A mixture of feelings swirled in his stomach upon realizing he loved how it looked on him. How ‘San’ looked on him.

Junseong turned the tap to the shower on hot, feeling the water before they both stepped in. Junseong mostly kept his hands on San’s hips, thumbs softly brushing the hip bone as the water fell onto them. He used a rag to clean up the dripping mess below san as well as the mess on his own torso before leaning his head back into the shower. Once most of the cum and sweat was rinsed away, Junseong sighed. It was quiet on his side, until. “I’m going to fuck you again. I know you can take it for me.”

Using the remaining cum to his advantage, Junseong entered San again after turning him so his back was facing. Remaining as flush as possible, Junseong snaked the tattooed arm around the front of San’s torso, one hand grasping lightly at his throat when he started thrusting shallowly. With a grunt and his voice falling gravely (likely from overuse already), he spoke as though he couldn’t help himself. Logically, none of it added up, but emotionally he was positively wrecked by the idea. “Tell me about your dream. What did you see? Was I there... Sanori?”

@sanori-ia

[kangsoyou-ia-deactivated2021081]

Soyou had just finished washing her face to get rid of the full face of makeup she usually wore whenever she was working when she got Junseong’s text. Softly cursing after reading the message, the brunette tried in vain to double her pace. The vampire absolutely hated it whenever people were late, which is why she usually tried to be as punctual as possible. 

Unfortunately, since it was a Friday, the club was more packed than usual, and she had stayed on stage just for a few more minutes at a few customers’ request. It was one of the men who tipped well too, so she was hard-pressed to say no.

Soyou toed off her high heels and placed them in her duffel bag as she texted the Junseong.

✉: Sorry for running a bit late. I’m on my way out. Could you pick me up at the back of the club? xx

She was still in her costume for that night— a red ensemble that consisted of a two-piece that was decorated with gold fringes. Biting her lip, Soyou eventually sighed as she put socks on and wore her usual boots. Junseong would be picking her up in the back anyways, so no one would see her; and then she could just change inside his car. It wasn’t like he’s never seen her naked before.

That last thought brought a smug smirk to her lips as she recalled their night together.

Quickly double checking if she’d left anything, Soyou left the room where exotic dancers usually prepared before their shifts and made her way to the exit. Pushing open the heavy metal door, the brunette reacquainted herself with air that didn’t smell of alcohol, sweat, and sex before catching sight of Junseong. 

Waving her hand as she rushed to the car, Soyou quickly opened the door and took a seat before saying, “I’m so sorry I’m late. I swear, I didn’t mean to.” Shooting the male a chagrined look, she added, “Also... could I change in your car? I didn’t want to be any more late so I just went here in my costume.”

@junseong-ia

[junseong-ia]

“I would love to continue as is, sir.” The words were said with a playful purr, her eyes twinkling as she gazed up at Junseong through her lashes. Soyou always had an inkling where her kinks lied. Sure, she’s never had actual sex, but she’s done more than a few of things that she knew naturally led up to it; and the signs she showed were certainly telling.

His next words only made her grin even wider. The vampire’s playful side frequently showed itself with people she was close with, but whenever she was with the two-seventy, it was as if all her snarky retorts were turned up a notch. The constant back and forth of witty remarks egged her on and always left her feeling light and fuzzy. “Does that mean you need to follow everything I say then? Since, y’know, technically I’m Viktor Frankenstein.” Laughing as she shook her head, Soyou made a show of gripping her seatbelt even tighter. “I heard you, Vin Diesel. You don’t have to go Fast and Furious on lil’ ol’ me.”

Her gaze softened as she let out a deep breath she didn’t know she was holding. She had made the decision to work at Demonic Pleasures without consulting anyone, and she knew that it was well within her rights to do so— a girl didn’t have to ask anyone for permission to do anything she wanted to, after all— but she had always worried about how Junseong would react. They hadn’t labeled whatever they had yet, but what she did know was that she wanted him to stay with her, even for just a little bit more time. She wasn’t one to rush into things, and she was simply enjoying developing a bond with a man she was certainly attracted to.

If he wasn’t driving, Soyou would’ve kissed Junseong senseless now, but she’ll settle for how she squeezed his hand and pressed her lips to the back of it. “And here I thought I was dating a ‘bad boy.’ Turns out you’re a big, old softie, huh?” The brunette perked up at the mention of his shop. “Oh, yeah! We did talk about you showing me around. I’d love to see where you work.”

He could only revel in those snarky retorts being sent his way. What is it people call this, the honeymoon phase? Like when two people keep surprising each other and falling deeper into appreciation. It was nice, different, comfortable. They’d have a more serious talk soon enough but it didn’t feel necessary here and now given Junseong just loves being around Soyou and it was simple as that.

So he says after his nonexistent heart does a little backflip.

“I mean, I never thought about switching roles or anything, but for you I’d do whatever you say.” He grinned, almost snarkily. “Vin Diesel, huh. Wonder what I’d look like fully bald.” He palmed at his hair in the rearview mirror, deciding rather quickly with a grimace he didn’t like the idea. “I thought about going blonde and shaving the sides down, whatdya think?” He reached out to touch her hair and push it behind her ear. “Or this color, but maybe it’d be odd if we matched. Couple hair sounds cringy as hell.”

“I am a bad boy.” He raised a brow. “God, I want to kiss you.” He suddenly revealed, as if unable to hold himself back when she kissed his hand. He squeezed her when she seemed relieved, hoping she could always feel comfortable around him.

A few minutes later, they pulled up to the parking area in town. His shop was only two blocks down, a medium sized building connected to a few others. The window displays were unlit post close, one side with a collection of rain tubes and gravity toys, the other side with a display of the freshest yo-yo technology. The sign above said ‘Funny Bone - Circus Arts and Trinkets’ and was decorated with a large femur bone for joke context.

“I’ve done pretty well for myself given the foot traffic in town. People love novelties.” He said, kissing her hand casually before unlocking the door to go in. The lights being turned on revealed walls full of juggling material, hoops, fushigi and crystal balls for contact juggling, devil sticks, Chinese yoyos, sport yoyos, cigar boxes, plates & sticks, poi, buugeng poi, staffs, and handbalancing canes. The front end had baskets full of old fashioned toys, holiday decoration and joke material, and the back corner had a special display of bubble wands. The entire place was decorated with a plain color, but led lights gave it all a stark contrast of futuristic nature.

“Welcome to my second home. Bit eclectic, like me. You can play with anything you like.” He winked, setting his keys on the check out desk. “I still have skeleton decorations up from Halloween. Felt wrong taking em down, they’re like family.” He laughed.

@kangsoyou-ia

[junseong-ia]

“I had the best night sleep of my life.” Junseong had just been telling his buddy in class. He had never been one to dream heavily. If he did dream at all, they were short, inconsequential, and he forgot about them by morning. Here lately, Junseong had been dreaming every night for what seemed like hours, and they all happened in the same little fantasy world. It was really fun to see what his obviously class-exhausted subconscious came up with.

His alter ego, Moti, as he was known. A well renowned but somewhat mysterious warrior who always entered town with a shaking confidence and left with at least one person in his debt. He mostly lived as a mercenary, but would dabble on the darker side occasionally. Tattoos were rare in this place, but his full arm of ink told his story if you looked close enough. Moti’s personality was a a lot like Junseong himself, albeit he was certainly more...

Forceful.

Bleeding from the leg, the mercenary’s hand clutched tightly on the collar of another male. Around them lay carnage from the event that just occurred. “Listen here. Do you see what I just had to go through for you?” He hissed, tightening the grasp. “I just saved your life.” He stared into his eyes. The eyes which belonged to... San, the guy who dormed next door? “I own you now.”

@sanori-ia

[junseong-ia]

His grip softened and his arms relaxed, enough to show how he felt but not enough to release the man from his hold. The soft muttering into his neck and by his ear made him melt. He felt protective, he felt in some ways possessive. Dangerous. Certainly the possessive feeling came from being a master to Sanori. They had learned so much of each other on their adventures, Moti had grown as a man and grown closer to him than he had anyone else in this closed-off life. His leaned his cheek softly into San’s hair, like it was all he could do to keep the contact even further. It was all he could do to calm his stirring heart.

Because this is San. And whether or not he should question the likelihood if San and Sanori being the same, he suddenly couldn’t find himself caring. San was here, a man who’s “attitude” Junseong blamed on his own mood swings when he was just as in the wrong if not more-so. He felt his hand drop down- preventing himself from cumming in this moment but he felt his muscles contract. “Shit. Okay, baby. I got you.” Junseong felt so damn soft. Not physically, mind you, the man was hard as a rock and teetering over the edge.

Each nip and lick from San was really starting to shift the man into a whole new state of mind. He was emotional, he was excited. He leaned back enough to gaze at this partner of his with his mouth agape and looking wrecked. Words were spilling out without reason and he didn’t dare stop them. “God you’re perfect. And you’re mine.” Junseong’s heart swelled along with the rest of him and he became brimmed with passion.

“Yes, San. I’m gonna fuck you good, baby.” He said softly, as if he hadn’t been already. But it was the timing and the shift in reality that gave Junseong new meaning. Despite the working out lately, his back was beginning to ache, so he shifted them back onto the bed into a more comfortable position sitting. He made sure they were still as close as possible, sweaty skin flush and red, hair tussled and spit shining on each other’s mouths and necks. Junseong had slowed the pace for a moment, really reveling in long, aching thrusts. He lifted a hand to caress San’s cheek, moving some pink hair from his face. The touch was admittedly soft and loving.

He wouldn’t say I love you, whether or not that was true. He wouldn’t make any deep claim of being together forever, because the future is unreadable. But he did know he didn’t want to let San or Sanori go. Dreams are fleeting, but it’s as though he found what he had been looking for in this sassy neighbor of his and fuck it all if fate dictates he can’t find happiness in a real someone. He’d very well try. Junseong began slamming hard and fast, sweat dripping from his brow. Was he shaking or was that San? The room got incredibly hot. Oh my good god, he’s beautiful.

“You want my cum, hmm? I’ll give it to you, San. I’ll fuck you so deep, oh fuck, I want you to cum again for me, baby. Be a good boy and cum for me while I fill you up.” He leaned into his ear as he came, hard. “God, you’re such a good boy.” A lengthy, deep moan fell from the man’s lips and he shook slightly from the feeling of releasing so deep. His hand gripped around San’s cock, stroking lightly as he kissed around his face.

He took a while to come down from the high, his head was spinning. Junseong now lay next to San his head not quite to the same level but at his shoulder. His hands lay softly on the other. He expected a conversation, a confrontation. Perhaps nothing bad, but likely uncomfortable given how he started this whole ordeal. But he wasn’t worried. Junseong couldn’t find himself scared when San was here now and he felt this strange fulfillment in his chest. Then there was the dream question- how did he even-

Junseong’s hand had naturally hovered down below where San’s hole was leaking, sensitive and overused. He was probably in pain, even if he liked it rough. Junseong stood, the ache in his own back going ignored as he scooped San up into his arms bridle style and kissed his forehead. If San was mad at him he’d just have to be mad later. “Come on, we’re getting cleaned up.”

@sanori-ia