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@kairoshyun
Announcement: Leaving
I haven't been around here as of late and while he was certainly a fun and interesting character to portray, the rest of his gang kind of disappeared and without them, there isn't much of a point to continue him independently. Thank you for all of those who interacted with my muse and it really was a fun ride while I was here!
Chase the sun and hail the moon,
Follow the path of the stars above,
Clash with Aries and
Dance with Pisces
Then kneel and heed to the duke of the sun,
The l i o n of the stars …
L e o
[ Regal Vanity ]
♌ ♌ ♌ ♌
Click!
Smoky tendrils uncurl from the thin cigarette held loosely in between his fingers, he fans his hand back and forth to remove the forming clouds in front of his face; scent unwanted, undesired inside this bathroom he escapes to during minuted breaks from classes. Chemistry is next, he hates the subject. The counterspace in front of him is littered with collecting ashes, gray flecks dispersed in decorative sections on faded white imitation granite, water puddles line the broken tile floor beneath his feet and he is careful to step over as he walks around them to let the tiny window opened up to help remove the scent.
He cares little about the trouble that could come with someone finding him in here, but the idea that his reputation could be hinder in any possible way makes him overly cautious. Reputation, tarnished identities — the idea hurts him to the core. He’s never been afraid of acknowledging the perfectionism naturally ingrained in him since birth; some grown quality within Jongin makes superior to his peers, intellectually and otherwise speaking.
Not a hair out of place can be found on his head, dark honey hued tresses brushed with immaculate care to the side; clothes tuck in properly without a wrinkle in sight. Always about the image and he will maintain that image if it kills him. Or at least, he is constantly reminded to uphold what the world sees when he leaves the house each morning by his adopted father, the family name will not be ruined by mistakes.
This, smoking. It is a habit he has grown into since freshman year where he picked up his first cigarette, hiding the unfortunate addiction along with every other undesirable trait { fear of heights, closed spaces, obsessive compulsive disorder, once orphaned, the list goes on } he manages to conceal from public scrutiny. He’s drawing a long inhale from the stick when he hears the familiar creak of an opening door, dropping the thing from his grip out the window and he does not look to see where it lands; fingers fumbling to gather himself together before anyone sees him at his least.
Haughtiness paints his features in honey dripped superiority as his vision lands on the individual that enters, “Fuck, it’s just you,” The tone in his voice tells all of his lack of interest in the male feet away, shrugging to himself as he turns around to the mirror to fix his hair once more. He does not spare the other one another glance. Lithe digits dancing through shiny locks and his eyes do not leave the cracked mirror, “Do me a favour and knock before you enter,” It’s a public restroom, opened to the school and everyone in it, but Jongin acts like he owns the territory.
His throat burned and fists clenched, a brief curl of his lips in a sneer before it disappeared, an impassive emotion on his visage as his long strides with short legs kept him to the side of the hall, shoulder brushing and bumping against the wall and others as they paid him no attention. His eyes flit quickly to his watch just for a moment, there's only five minutes allotted for a studious student to hurry to their next class and be safely seated before the bell rang and blared but he knew that the teachers would simply note him late and continue without batting an eye. The stream of students laughed and smiled, grinning and smiling, nudging their friends and looking at each other wordlessly before breaking out into laughter again. Jonghyun looked up for a moment, the people passing by. He tried to smile too but it wasn't the same, it was out of will, of force that his lips curled and he scowled again.
Why didn't he have a reason to smile just like them?
He shrugged at himself, for himself. He would make his own reason to be able to smile, to laugh, just like the others if he couldn't find it. How hard could it be, it took much less force to smile than frown but it took so much more human heart for the former. Jonghyun was just as human as anybody else, the same heart, the same bones, the same skin, the same muscles. Was something missing, a mistake, was there a dent in his infrastructure that bent him out of shape? The bell blared and screeched, scolding the students that still lingered in the hallways but he paid no attention to it, walking on unaffected. The others might have responded to a signal that they were trained to follow, just like dogs, really but he saw no reason to anticipate the reward or the punishment that followed disobeying the strictures and the foundation of the school.
His feet carried him to the bathroom; a yawn rolling off his tongue, hands reaching above his hand, exuding laziness in his slow actions before a rude voice stopped him mid-way, his muscles tensing again. He was no stranger to Kim Myungsoo and Kim Myungsoo was no stranger to him. A cocky bastard, an archetype found in every school it seems, one with an immaculate uniform, and a constant tilt and arch to his head. "What the fuck did you just say to me?" The words were snarled without a second thought to the fact that it might not be a good idea to pick a fight with the Kim Myungsoo. "Walking around, thinking like you own the school, yeah?" He probably did. It was a dear ambition of his to see him walking around with a fresh bruise and a busted lip and he liked to entertain the thought that the rest of the student body shared the same thoughts.
Jonghyun brought himself to full height but was still dwarfed by the boy with the seemingly permanently etched on smirk. Size wouldn't stop him, shoving the taller boy back against the smooth surface of the still dripping sink. It was quick, it was raw and held no grace, no sense of technique, it was a lashing out of raw instinct, his fist quickly swinging up and catching near perfect features across the face. It felt good, it felt like satisfaction, it felt like a day's worth of pent up frustrations. So he did it again, aiming to mar a face that he so dearly wanted to see broken and bruised. Jonghyun wanted the gasps and the rumors to ripple through the school at the sight of someone daring to touch Kim Myungsoo. He wanted the sideways glances at him and the hushed whispers so he did it again. And he did it again. His fist against someone else's face probably shouldn't feel this good.
Please forgive me for my recent inactivity. I've been pretty busy OOC lately and I'm also juggling multiple blogs but I'm trying to get my replies done as quickly as possible. Thank you for your patience!
A pair of dark eyes lifted to look at the source of the voice speaking to her. And while she’d never admit it, Phoenix was a bit taken back by his looks, but that was beside the point and she kept a straight face while she listened to him drone on. Arrogance was obviously a trait he bathed in every morning and it was quite amusing actually. Every word he spoke was dripping in a condescending tone. Why the Ketsueki Kuīnzu wanted his skills in particular was lost on her, but she had learned long ago to not question things. Tapping the heel of her boot on the floor, she tilted her head to the side when he stopped speaking, sizing him up just a bit. “Are you done, mate? I got a few things I’d love to say, unless we’re not done hearing you marvel at the sound of your own voice.”
Walking over to set her bag down on his coffee table, she reached out and pulled out a tablet. Her eyes might not have been on him, but she kept a close watch on the male from her peripherals. Parting her red lips to speak, the ghost of a smirk tugged on the corner of her mouth. “Do you have very many women that break into your apartment just to sleep with you? Must be one hell of a shag if that’s the case.” Finally finding what she wanted on the tablet, she lifted her eyes to meet his again. “The name is Phoenix.”
"My voice is quite great actually." His voice sounded sincere, blinking several times. "You should hear me sing, I sound even better than when I talk." Jonghyun's only true experience with singing was putting on a personal show for his lavish shower head, hearing his voice bounce and echo off the walls. That was familiar, that wasn't new. His voice hitting off the walls, talking back to him. The walls were his friends, an everlasting companion that he could always count on to talk back and listen quietly. A facet of his home was much more useful and comforting than a living and moving face that was capable of expressing their own thoughts and opinions to him. Perhaps it was selfish to wallow in his own words and his own thoughts and then call it self pity and loneliness when he pushed everyone else out the door; being alone didn't bother him. It didn't. It didn't.
Jolly laughter filled the room, his laugh pealing through the space. "No, I'm selective, you know. I'm not into being a walking bag of STDs and for someone of my caliber, I do have my standards." A tilt to his head reappeared again, leaning back leisurely on his couch, true leather dyed into a royal black. His eyes flickered across the tablet before meeting hers. "An alias? Don't worry, I have one too. You may call me Crimson, yeah? Since you're not here to sleep with me, rather unfortunately, what do you require? And I hope you've brought the money, I'm afraid I do not do things out of the goodness of my heart."
⊙﹏☉ ; (*^◇^)_旦
⊙﹏☉ = What flusters the character
Not the type to get flustered easily, there aren't many things that will work without fail. If someone takes a genuine interest in Jonghyun, not just his occupation or his simple on the surface motivations, it's easy to fluster him if he can tell that someone is genuinely interested and wants to learn more about him as a person. It's rare for someone to care about him as a person, almost unheard of, so he's not exactly someone that is at loss for words over simple words that can usually embarrass others.
(*^◇^)_旦 = What the character likes to eat and drink
He is such a sucker for Korean Pancakes, especially the Green Tea ones, also known as Hotteok. It's one of the positive memories of his childhood and it's been a snack that he's always enjoyed although sometimes he does attempt to make it a staple food item. As for things he likes to drink, Jonghyun does enjoy water more often than not but he'll never turn down a drink of soju. His guilty pleasure is ordering an overly sugary Frappuccinno or Iced Caramel Macchiato but he'd rather avoid being teased about being a teenage girl so those trips to an overly marketed Green Siren Coffee Shop are rare.
½ ( =①ω①=) （・□・；）
½ = How the character feels about people taller or shorter than them
Already answered! Short people good. Tall people bad.
( =①ω①=) = What animals the character likes and if they have a pet/pets
Jonghyun has always been much more fascinated with the world of pretend creatures, make believe, brought to life by a skilled artist's hand or the flow of words from an author. He's intrigued by the concept of dragons particularly, not for any good reason, but it probably began as a child, holed up in the corner of a library with heavy books laden with colorful illustrations. In the realm of what is known as the real world, full of animals that are probed at under microscopes, Jonghyun has always been rather fond of dogs, especially smaller ones that aren't able to get in his way or draw much attention to themselves. He doesn't have any pets of his own and has never had one, mostly because of his almost nomadic lifestyle.
（・□・；）= What makes the character uncomfortable.
He has never been able to do well with people crying or showing an overwhelming amount of emotions in front of him. Jonghyun doesn't lack empathy but he simply doesn't know what to do with such a show of trust and his natural reaction is to scorn or mock them for giving into showing such emotions but he does feel rather guilty about betraying what little trust they put into him and disregarding them.
(´；Д；｀) (⑅ ‘﹃’ )
(´；Д；｀) = What worries the character
Mundane things like financial troubles and problems with relationships have never fazed Jonghyun and there is very little chance that they ever will. He worried more about the fact that the world is becoming mundane to him although he realizes that it's only from his point of view that the world is beginning to lose and more of his color. He fears for the color that is slowly slipping out of this world and he prays that he will not be left alone in a world that does not want him and him left not wanting the world.
(⑅ ‘﹃’ ) = What the character daydreams or thinks about
Jonghyun daydreams about abstracted ideas, his mind in a constant race to break everything apart then reassemble it again. It's a game, something to keep him from utter boredom and it's one that he seldom tires of; picturing someone and breaking them up, laying them out in his mind and pulling out pieces and shards of their personality and appearance and shaping it back together in a completely different puzzle, a fragmented and broken one but whole to him. He doesn't limit this practice to people but enjoys doing it to locations and places that intrigue him as well although he finds more pleasure in manipulating the parts of human beings and people than locations which will always be stuck in a stasis but humans, they're always moving and changing, shifting and bending, providing another puzzle for him to work with every time.
½ ± †
½ = How the character feels about people taller or shorter than them
Standing at a rather poor five foot and eight inches, he's not considered tall by any standards and is often dwarfed by others. It's a rather childish trait about him that he usually keeps to himself but Jonghyun has always been rather sensitive about height. Anybody over six foot, he feels as if they have stolen the height that could have been given to him and sometimes rather indiscreet glares will be shot their way. It's rare to find someone shorter than him but he sees it as a blessing; withholding from his usual mischievous and impish behavior and taking advantage of being able to finally dwarf someone instead. He usually keeps those that are shorter than him around him, acting as a friend, purely to show off that yes, there are people in this world that he can be taller than.
± = The character and what they think about math
The only math that he's willing to do involves rudimentary addition and subtraction of money. Anything beyond percentages and he'd rather hire someone to do the math for him. Jonghyun has never been good with math, especially as a student in school, and he never really understood anything past the principles of Geometry. Math makes his head hurt.
† = How the character feels about murder.
He wouldn't bat an eyelid if it's somebody he doesn't know. Jonghyun is fully capable of murder himself but he wouldn't stand for the murder of an elderly person or a child. Murder is just another passing event in his life and he has nothing to lose, nobody close to him and nobody that he truly cares about to be affected in the long term by the murder of a friend.
Headcanons list! (Add more if you wish)
½ = How the character feels about people taller or shorter than them
± = The character and what they think about math
† = How the character feels about murder
@ = How the character appears online
¥ = How the character handles money or spends it
° = The character’s temperature preferences
æ = The character and languages (Known or Want to Learn)
↔ = The character’s ability to read directions
♥ = Character’s preference for relationships (sexuality, type of person, etc.)
zzz= What time the character enjoys sleep or being awake
☂ = Weather the character enjoys
♪ = What music the character likes
( =①ω①=) = What animals the character likes and if they have a pet/pets
(・∀・ ) = The character’s emotional state most of the time
☆～（ゝ。∂）= How the character greets people
⊙﹏☉ = What flusters the character
(≧∇≦) = What makes the character happy
(/□＼*)・゜ = What makes the character blush
(;╹⌓╹) = What scares the character
（；へ：） = What makes the character cry
(´ q ` ” ) = The character’s “guilty” pleasure
（・□・；） = What makes the character uncomfortable
(*^◇^)_旦 = What the character likes to eat and drink
｡ﾟ(TヮT)ﾟ｡ = What makes the character laugh
(´；Д；｀) = What worries the character
(⑅ ‘﹃’ ) = What the character daydreams or thinks about
( ⌒o⌒)人(⌒-⌒ ) = Friends the character has or would like to make
ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏsᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋ, ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇss ʏᴏᴜ sᴇᴇ.
”Ow” she heard the child complain again, this time because of how tight her mother tried to tie the scarf around her neck and yet the child didn’t complain. Being so tiny perhaps made it hard when an adult easily could take control. But the long hair of the little petite girl and the brown locks reminded her about her own childhood which took place in Daegu of course where she had been found. Not born but found. Found and taken to a hospital, she would often ask why she had been placed so weirdly on earth but then again she forgave whoever predicted her birth as human when she found out what powers she possessed and who she really is. But memories from her childhood weren’t all that good, she remembers her family fighting and in the end it was too much for her — she had to leave.
Finally averting her gaze from the child and her mother, she kept walking through the park with her dog in leash. Most of the time she would only have her dog to rely on as friends weren’t something she had nor desired to have. Animals and anything in general belonging to the nature calmed her down and brought some kind of peace to her life. After all, she was the one and only goddess of Spring — a secret whom no one knew so far.
Being careless and caught up in her own thoughts, she didn’t notice how her small white pup tugged on the leash and then in an instant started tugging her forwards. “Prince—” whining, follows the little one that jumps forward on all four. Hence the sun blending her eyes and the kids running around her feet, she managed to follow her little one until he suddenly stopped at someone else’s feet, sniffing their shoes. “Oh my— Prince! Stop that.” Tugging on the leash, she pulls her dog back and kneels down to pick him up, hurrying to bow her head and mumble something in her most apologetic manner.
”I’m so sorry— he’s just a pup.”
"Stop it! Stop it!" The panicked shrill cries rang through the air, a young and youthful boy pressed himself further into the corner, callous stone digging into the back of a thin shirt. His tormentors only served to laugh, the sound cruel and high pitched, spit flying into the features of their victim. "I said stop it!" The cry was weaker, laden with pain. His eyes grew glossy with tears and they threatened to spill over as names and insults threw blunt punches and blows. He cried, the boy, thin shoulders shaking. The others left. The crying boy sunk to the ground, brown hair falling into his face, wiping his tears with his sleeve.
Jonghyun pulled his coat collar up, watching the boy from the corner of his eyes. He hesitated, the wind pushing at his clothing.
Yeah, it's all alright. I guess it's all alright.
I got nothing left inside of my chest but...
It's all alright.
The tears had gone and the boy shakily rose to his feet. Jonghyun moved quickly, his lips pursed tight and a n unusually blank expression on his face. He pulled the dark scarf off of his own neck and carefully wrapped it around the child. No words were exchanged for there was none to be said but Jonghyun flashed him a genuine smile, his fists clenched inside of his pockets, turning away quickly and vanishing from the child's life as quickly as he entered it.
Running in and flashing out. That's what life's all about.
They were days long ago, burned in smoke when he was the child, the butt of jokes and endless teasing. A child, Jonghyun had longed, had reached helplessly through the barbed wires and cried out for somebody to save him, there was the simple matter of the fact. He wasn't strong enough to be his own savior and never would be.
He would not let himself drag himself down his own memory lane. There was nothing to be gained from wading in the waters of the past that bogged him down and clung to his clothing, rancid jeers and scars anew were pushed away, the leather of his boot almost kicking at the animal. His lips parted, perhaps to remark on the fact that there was now dog saliva on his shoe but closed quickly again. "I know you." A man who was usually never at a loss for words, grasped desperately at the air, trying to pluck the right ones out of his repertoire and string them together quickly. "You're . .. " His mouth opened and closed again before he shook his head, snapping out of it. "Just keep your pets away from my hundred dollar shoes, yeah? I quite like this pair."
M!A You're a girl for two weeks
Perhaps his decision was leading to a rather large mistake, but the messages has been sent and he was expecting a person to burst from the front door at any minute. There was nothing much he could to than to wait with expected intentions of lunging at the person, there wouldn’t any possible differentiation from his previous feedings, however the childish acts did cause him to take a step back.
Kyungsoo took note of the male standing before him, the playful features did somehow shimmer his instincts to attack right then and there, but he wasn’t about to back off after meeting eye to eye.
An eyebrow raised upon his words, pearly whites making an appearance as he thought over his plans to drink without any problems nor harm being done. “Just don’t scream.” He’d have to go along with his temptations trying to push through, grasping the other by the wrist to bring it up to his lips. Taking a short waft of his skin before his canines unleashed ,biting over his set of veins, it sounded crisp as if he bit into an apple, the blood soon quickly stained his mouth with the splurging wound. His mind trailed back to the male’s previous words, smirking around the satisfying blood trickling down his throat. “Not innocent indeed.”
He hadn't expected to see just the briefest hint of ivory, sharp white against crimson lips and he hadn't expected them to sink into his wrist, a sharp intake of breath being sucked in past his own lips; he blinked several times in disbelief before his head threw back, a short bark of laughter pushing past his lungs. "Oh, this is a surprise." His words curled around his tongue before rolling off languidly, pulling his hand away, his eyes staring at the puncture wounds in interest and something akin to curiosity.
This was strange, watching his own crimson slowly trail down his pale expanse of skin. The sharp nipping pain didn't bother him as he slowly surveyed the wound, a rather friendly smile on his features, running his own thumb over the mark.
"Call me a
f o o l
if you wish but I had always assumed . . . "
His voice trailed off slightly, his thumb still rubbing lightly over his wrist, spreading the crimson further. Perhaps it went beyond saying that vampires had always ended up piquing his interest, creatures that only lived within the confines of books and screens but monsters they were, thriving on the scarlet throbbing of life within pitiful humans such as himself. Perhaps he wasn't as human as he liked to trick himself into believing, perhaps he was a monster, every bit the same as this fabled creature.
Baptised in c r i m s o n
Push my head under and
Drown me in life.
"Forgive me, I had always assumed the likes of you never existed." Jonghyun moved closer, eyes sharp in the dim lighting. "You must have been rather desperate, yeah? Calling a stranger just for this purpose." His voice dropped, tongue circling dry lips briefly. "You got lucky, you blood sucking fiend." The words held an almost teasing tone to them, the tilt to his head returning. "You are free to take as you want, I rather enjoy this."
Give and take, the push and pull. Jonghyun would never deny the thrill, the rush he got from taking as he pleased, leaving scarlet dripping in his wake but to have someone else take it from him, it was rare and it hurt. It hurt, the sharpness that embedded itself into his skin. And god, he loved it.
I spy ... with my alien eyes ... -raises her hands to her face, index and thumb curving to form a circle before raising them to her eyes, blinking before focusing her vision on you, a quiet chuckle slipping from her lips; -- a potential new friend. Well, then. -drops her hands to her side, offering you a beam as she laces her fingers together behind her back; Shall we turn this 'potential' friendship into a real friendship?
['He stares at her, almost dumbfounded, mouth gaping in a rather comical appearance before he regained a control of his dignity and closed his mouth quickly, a slight tilt to his head, brushing the hair out of his face'] Friends, yeah? ['He snickered softly, turning away in a semblance of politeness although his laughing was very much audible'] Yeah, alright, let me tell you a thing about the world, sweetie. If you don't want to look like a fool, although it's already a bit too late in your case, you don't go around asking to be friends, yeah? ['He put his hand on her shoulder, patting it firmly']
♪
Verbal Jint ft. Bumkey - 비범벅 (Walking in the Rain)
I’m drenched in the rainAs I walk on this streetLike a crazy person
Cináed stood on the side walk, the rain soaking through his clothes and drenching his every being. He’s always been a fan of the rain, his soaked stated always let him feel something more then the constant heat that always followed him. It also let him temporarily forget about a lot of things. Things that he wished would stay forgotten even after the rain stops.
He felt the stares from the passerby, he must have looked like a completely crazy person because he had an umbrella but he let it hang unused at his side. He turned his head up towards the sky, his eyes squinted as he looked up at the gloomy sky. His lips turning up in a small smile as he brought his hand up to try to catch raindrops. He could quite honestly care less if people thought he was crazy, their opinions of his sanity were the least of his problems.
Suddenly his vision of the dark sky was blocked by an umbrella and the cold started to seep into his bones at the lost of the constant downpour. He turned to see a shorter man behind him, one that held an umbrella above his head. All he could do was blink at the other man, he doesn’t remember ever seeing the other before today. It was a bit strange for complete strangers to try to protect seemingly insane people from the rain. “Is there something wrong?” He knew it was a stupid question but it was the only one that came to mind.
You should run You should hide ’Cause when I get you, I’m going to / B / R / E / A / K / you.
"I got my eyes on you, you’re everything that I see I want your hot love and emotion endlessly I can’t get over you, you left your mark on me”
