burning stars

✦ kim jongkook . 37 . firefighter captain prometheus // fire immunity ✦

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Catastrophe | Jongkook & Sandara

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krxsandara:

When Sandara came back from work that late afternoon she came to the horrid conclusion that one of her cats was missing. Apparently she had left one of her windows open more than originally planned and the poor curious thing had probably crawled towards freedom through the gap. Normally it wouldn’t be a problem for cats to go outside, but her cats had never been outside on their own. She owned two Ragdolls and even though those cats love to go outdoors and explore, Sandara kept them inside since she was too afraid that someone would harm her babies. Opening the window her cat had escaped through entirely, she stuck her head outside while frantically looking around and shouting her cat’s name. “Iyonna?! Iyonna?!” Spotting the Ragdoll sitting in tree a couple of meters away from her window Sandara instantly closed her window properly, picked up her bag and went outside to try and get her cat.

Standing underneath the tree she gently talked to her cat and tried to make her come down. But the poor thing was too scared to move. Trying to think of ways of how she could safe her cat, she decided on calling the fire department. Those men would certainly be able to rescue her cat. “This is a disaster! Come as quick as you can! Please! It’s a matter of life or death!” she pleaded with a slight hint of panic audible in her voice. “You need to come to the Nanjin duplex!” Waiting for confirmation from the person on the other side of the line that they would send a team she thanked them for their quick response. Telling them that she would be waiting outside of the duplex, Sandara hung up her phone and put it back in her purse.

Telling her cat to stay put because help was on the way the woman went back to her apartment building to wait for the firemen to arrive. 

More than a decade of dedication to his job, Jongkook definitely had experienced more than a fair share of extraordinary cases being reported to the station — whether it was playful kids stuck in weird places or people panicking because non-harmful animals or insects had flew into their house. He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at those unusual phone calls, mostly he just dismissed it with a shrug. He’d love to help them actually, but the lack of manpower meant that they ought to reserve the time and resources for real emergency cases.

As the vehicle came to a stop and he got down for a quick scan around the surrounding, he wondered if this was really an emergency as reported to them through the dispatcher, for all he could see was just a woman waiting anxiously outside the building.

“Excuse me, Miss? We received a report regarding someone being stuck, and I assume you’re the one who made the call?” He spoke out, as he and another fellow co-worker who was dispatched along with him, approached the woman.

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✦ highways of fantasy

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krxjohnny: 

“Wait… you mean to say I look like I’m fifteen?  Come on hyung, that’s almost insulting.  Or should I be starting to call you ahjussi?” Johnny mused, tilting his head slightly as he took the other in.  It quickly devolved into a soft sigh and a contemplative look when Jongkook mentioned dreams.  “Yeah… yeah I guess so.” 

It was impossible for him to tell this man that he had a god living inside him that allowed him to take complete control over other people’s dreams.  Or that it was precisely the fact that he did have that control that he often felt helpless and exposed in his own.

“No, no arm wrestling needed,” Johnny denied, holding up his hands in defence.  “And they’re not fetuses, they’re beautiful babies with the chance to become sexy beasts.  Yours are mutated hulks.” 

Walking up to the elder he reached out and squeezed at his arm, shaking his head.  “Seriously, how do you even get them that size?  It’s freakish.” 

“I said you look younger, I never said you look like you’re fifteen though.” He spared the younger male a weird look of his. “Or at you admitting you behave like a fifteen year old teen?” He remarked, chuckling slightly. “You can call me ahjussi, but then I’ll have to react like you’re fifteen years old.” Oh, Johnny definitely wouldn’t want him to fuss over him like he’s a young teen. He would never heard the end of him nagging at him all day long. 

“That’s too bad, I was looking forward to having an arm wrestling with you,” he joked, as he continued with the chopping of the food. Mutated hulks? He looked down at his own muscles and then laughed inwardly to himself. Well, Johnny wasn’t entirely wrong, but in his defense there were people out there with even bigger muscles than his. “They’re not mutated. Have you seen an actual bodybuilder? Those muscles are the ones mutated.” 

“If you work out for 20 years and have to carry heavy equipment to rescue people, you’d have muscles these size too.” Beside, one had to pass the physical fitness test as part of the requirement before even becoming a firefighter.

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✦ that grey space within

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krtaemin:

taemin can’t help it that his god spirit is as strong and intense as it is. housing the king of the gods is heavy enough for a twenty-three-year-old male, universes and millenias worth of knowledge and understanding stuffed into his brain, everything crammed into his head without so much as an explanation—and zeus almost just as upset about it as he is. it takes a lot of effort for taemin to walk with his head held high, even for someone so naturally haughty as he is, and he knows just on instinct that what he carries inside is wider than the room itself could contain—he can almost feel the walls bending, aching, warping ever so minutely around him, as though every footstep weighs a thousand pounds.

he’s just here for the dinner special actually, often coming here on his own when he doesn’t feel like bothering anyone into making him something to eat, and he doesn’t feel like cooking himself. it’s not that he can’t cook, he’d just rather not a lot of the time, finding very little enjoyment out of the exercise. so he attends this little lounge, watches the various displays and stages they like to have perform there sometimes on certain days of the week, usually getting the same booth every time. it’s a nice little getaway for him, some time just to himself, even though he has been thinking lately about bringing a certain wide-eyed young girl here someday soon.

he doesn’t immediately think anything of the performance that begins to take place on stage, save for a few private mental notes about how this performer seems particularly young and inexperienced, but he’s in the middle of eating a steak so he hardly looks up at the kid when he comes over to him with fucking flame-throwers and batons, like he’s from the circus or something. needless to say, taemin doesn’t appreciate and he tries to make that evident in his body language, but none of the hints he’s throwing down are getting picked up on.

it’s the moment just before all hell breaks loose that taemin realizes something is about to go down. call it something like a spidey sense, but there are storm clouds rumbling around the atmosphere outside, lightning sizzling in the air, waiting for the perfect moment of enough entropy to strike. taemin has no defense, he has no shield, he is completely off-guard when this dumbass makes a mess of his own routine, dropping everything he’d been juggling and catching fire to at least two tables, a lady’s hat and taemin suit. chaos erupts.

Why would a restaurant have a fire show lined up for performance was something Jongkook questioned in his mind, as much as he’s well aware of how receptive he is to fire. His female partner for that day seemed particularly impressed by the show though, though her delighted exclamation. He smiled at her, nodding his head at the most appropriate timing despite the lack of interest. Chewing quietly on his food, his gaze followed the performer unconsciously when he came down from the stage and towards the audience. He frowned at the flaming batons flying in the air, in disapproval at the young performer’s decision to go so close to the patrons when nearly everything on the table is so flammable.

He glanced over to the poor guy who got targeted by the performer, and it was then he felt a severe outburst of revulsion coming from the spirit itself. The emotion itself was making him uncomfortable, if not quite edgy. And before he could set aside the feelings, the onset of fire burning away just a few tables away snapped him back to reality. His first reaction was to pull his companion away from the fire and further into a safer distance, before inspecting the chaotic situation in front of him.

“Where’s the fire extinguisher? Go get it now!” he hollered across the commotion, especially at the few panicking staff who then hurriedly ran off upon his words. In the first place they should have a fire extinguisher ready by the stage, and even more so since they were having a fire show. What the hell was the person-in-charge even thinking of not having one ready by the side. A few tables were on fire, but they didn’t seem to be spreading nor bursting into huge flames, so as long people stayed away and the staff arrive with the fire extinguisher soon enough it wouldn’t be much of a problem.

Except this one guy whose suit caught fire. He thought of approaching to help him, but the sudden surge of animosity from Prometheus forcibly stopped him in his track. He clenched his fists, frowning deeply at the abnormal feeling of not wanting to help him at all. Which was absurd considering he’s a firefighter and is supposed to save lives. He shook his head to suppress the emotions, approaching nearer to the guy to try to help him anyway. “Either remove your suit jacket or roll on the floor, if not you’re going to get burned,” he remarked.

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✦ embrace the glorious mess

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jihyoxkr:

She raised a single eyebrow at him to show him how very unimpressed she was with that. Ahrin’s eomma, had he really just –

“Song Jihyo,” she corrected him, glancing back her ice cream and taking a bite, before reaching out and dabbing Ahrin’s mouth with a napkin. She’d gotten ice cream all over herself giggling at her mom being call Ahrin’s eomma. She tried to hide her snickers but failed helplessly.

“A firefighter then? Interesting,” she said, not really interested all that much. It explained the physique though and why he’d approach Ahrin and help her. One of those hero-types, probably, with some wonderful Messiah-complex. She tilted her head a little as Hippolyta stirred in her bones. Could he – Could he be one of them? She looked at him for a moment longer, but the feeling was nothing but a vague tingling, a tip of the tongue kind of sentiment. She couldn’t help but always be intrigued when she noticed the feeling, the suspicion inside her. How many of them had made it through the ages, how many of them had reawakened? And why this person? Something had to be special about him. Something inside him must be worthy of the spirit he was carrying, of the potential it instilled in him.

“I’m the owner of a women’s shelter,” she answered truthfully. “It’s called Safer Shores.”

She took another bite of her ice cream, smiling slightly at the sweet taste. Ice cream was really the best thing ever.

“Why did you want to be a firefighter?”

He looked at Ahrin who was trying to refrain from giggling from failing miserably at it, and gave her a playful grin while her mother was too busy cleaning off the ice cream to notice him. He smoothly switched back into a more serious look the moment the woman was done cleaning and had his attention on him. He nodded at her, because there was no way he wasn’t noticing the lack of interest in her despite her words.

His eyebrows rose, albeit only slightly, when she said she was the owner of a women's shelter. That didn’t answer why she had such a good reflex and flexibility — unless having those skills helped her shoo away pesky people who might otherwise cause trouble for the shelter? “I’ve heard of it.” He did, vaguely, from some of his colleagues who like to gossip a lot about everything. There’s a possibility some of the female victims saved from the fire but left with no one else to go to might even be there.

He glanced at her, nose somewhat crinkling up in response at her slight smile. She unquestionably likes ice cream just like her daughter. That was for sure. It was also at this moment he felt the spirit in him rousing from dormancy, but only for a brief moment before fading again. He took no notice of that, plainly because Prometheus often did that from time to time. And unless there were presence of other spirits of which it has strong emotional pull to, regardless of positive or negative, it generally doesn’t have much of a reaction.

There was a period of time when he asked himself the same question. Was it because of the spirit in him, or was it because of something else. Ultimately none of the answer ever matters. “I just did. It would be a waste if I didn’t, I supposed,” he mused, thoughts wandering off to his ability. Being a firefighter was tough, and it certainly wasn't a popular job to be dedicated to. He looked back at her.

“Your husband runs the shelter with you?” Hopefully her husband wouldn’t be as distrustful as she was so he could drop by the shelter and have a not so apathetic kind of conversation with him. As well as seeing Ahrin.

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✦ highways of fantasy

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krxjohnny:

Raising a brow at the elder he paused in what he was doing.  “Hyung, you realise I’m in my twenties and not sixteen right?” he quizzed, shaking his head slightly as he shoved a packet of yogurts into a shelf of the fridge.  “No my dreams are either boring or unpleasant.  I have no control over them.” 

He nodded, he knew he always had Jongkook to rely on and that made him feel a little safer in life.  It was nice having someone who could almost pass as your father to rely on, knowing the man would always be there for advice and help.  It was kinda like Jongkook was his Korean parent, the one that wasn’t half the world away.  “I know.  But I promise I don’t cause trouble for Eunie!” 

Johnny couldn’t help the groan that passed his lips at the mention of a healthier option.  He had to admit there were moments of joy killing - mostly attached to Jongkook’s focus on his own broad physique.  With the mention of no exercise though he look offended.  “No exercise?  That’s mostly a lie!  These babies don’t come from carrying bouquets you know,” he said, flexing his biceps.

“My bad,” Jongkook chuckled, “I do forget you’re older than you look sometimes.” Every so often he just tend to lump the youngsters together regardless of their age differences. It was probably a bad habit to be having. “Isn’t it precisely because you have no control over what you dream that you’d have all kind of weird dreams?” And nightmares. He shrugged and muttered to himself, not really expecting Johnny to reply him. The desperation and anxiety over something you’re unable to take charge of as it happens right before your eyes.

“I’ll take your words for it,” he grinned, reaching out to pat the younger male on his back. Although one can assume it might felt like a smack right on Johnny’s back instead given his strength.

Jongkook rolled his eyes at him, moving on to grab some of the ingredient from the bags to start making some simple side dishes. “You call those babies? More like fetuses to me,” he called out as he washes the ingredient under the running tap before proceeding to chop them up. “I can probably beat you in arm wrestling under 3 seconds. Want to try?” He stopped his task of chopping up the food and gave the younger male a seemingly shifty grin. 

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✦ embrace the glorious mess

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jihyoxkr:

Wow, looked like Mr. Overly Muscled Frat Boy was also overly sensitive. Ahrin seemed to have done some real damage there. Good on her. She reached her hand out so Ahrin would take it, which she did. Good, then the little rascal wouldn’t wander off anymore. Jihyo nodded in a direction and started walking, Ahrin cheerfully skipping next to her and singing an off-beat song about aliens invading to steal the ice cream. She seemed to have forgotten all about Jongkook, just focused on ice cream, even though it was obvious from the look on his face he hadn’t forgotten at all.

“She’s just a kid,” Jihyo shrugged, Ahrin too engrossed in her song and skipping to pay attention. She wasn’t entirely sure why she felt a need to address this. Probably just because she didn’t want anyone thinking bad about Ahrin. Yes, that was it, he was just defending her daughter. “Don’t mind her words so much. She just really likes ice cream.”

“ICE CREAM!” Ahrin piped up. She grinned up at the both of them. “I really love ice cream!”

Jihyo gave the man a look as if to say, see?

They arrived at the place soon enough, Jihyo ordering a super deluxe with extra everything for herself and Ahrin, and paying for a green smoothie for Jongkook. They sat down on a table outside and for a while Jihyo just watched people go by. She suddenly regretted getting themselves such big ice creams. Even with how fast both she and Ahrin could eat, this would take a while.

Yikes.

Small talk it was then.

She glanced up, her expression indifferent. “So, Jongkook-ssi, what is it you do? Aside from attempting to get balloons out of trees, that is.”

Naturally he knew that Ahrin did not mean to offend him or anything of that sort, and beside he wasn’t that petty to bear a grudge against a little girl just because of this. Still he couldn’t help but wonder if he really appeared to be weird to kids for staying away from sugary treats. No one had really said that though, although he supposed that’s mostly because he always has a habit to stash a few lollipops with him in case he chanced upon crying kids during his work. They work like magic most of the time when trying to calm them down.

He nodded his head absentmindedly at her explanation, a little distracted and thus missing out on the look the woman had sent his way, but he chuckled lightly at Ahrin’s declaration of love for ice cream nonetheless. Even if he was honestly flabbergasted by the huge— no, huge wasn’t even the word to describe the ice cream they ordered. It was like a small mountain of regrets and diabetes. And it was only to be shared by the two of them? The woman certainly doesn’t restrict her daughter from eating too much junk food, does she?

He tried to maintain a more composed expression on his face, taking sip of the green smoothie she had kindly bought for him. He casually stopped drinking it when it turned out to be a lot sweeter than he had expected. He had so much he wanted to lecture on, but he could only swallow the urge down into his stomach. They were strangers who barely knew each other, and while he couldn’t say that the woman loathe him, she seemed to keep a distance from him. Anything more than a polite conversation would only make him a nosy person sticking into someone else’s business.

His gaze flickered from the random spot he was staring to the woman in slight surprise. He thought this encounter was going to be spent in mostly silence till they parted. “Well, I extinguish fires and rescue people from fires,” he replied, ignoring her last point. “How about you—” he just realised he didn’t know her name at all. “—Ahrin’s eomma?”

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l'amour de ses parents

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krxdahyeon:

one thing was always certain - she hated getting up early. she felt so exhausted and she only wanted to go back to bed. however, it was all her fault. she requested such an early meeting. so, she opened all the windows in her office and blasted music ( old classical music ) to stay awake. perhaps that wasn’t a good choice because the music only made her sleepier. dahyeon turned on her laptop and opened her e-mail. she checked her account and was surprised to see she had received at least ten new messages. she clicked on inbox and waited for the screen to load. it seemed to take forever. people were always e-mailing her, but most of the e-mails were pretty boring and she didn’t see a reply from kim jongkook. perhaps she had wasted her time. she rested her head on the back of the chair and slowly fell asleep.

suddenly, the same music that helped her fall asleep, woke her up. she rubbed her eyes wondering what time it was. she found her phone and checked the time. it was almost eleven am. she felt a huge wave of guilt rise within her. but, in the end, it didn’t matter. she truly wanted to help him and his sweet mother, but she had more clients. they weren’t the most important people in the world. so, reluctantly she got up and went down to the lobby. she needed a drink - she wasn’t a big fan of coffee, but something was better than nothing.  while walking towards the exit, she overheard a conversation between her receptionist and an unfamiliar man. however, his name wasn’t unfamiliar so she quickly approached him.

‘‘good morning mr. kim jongkook. i’m so happy that you’re here. i thought you weren’t going to show up. and i thought that i had overslept this meeting.’‘she greeted him with a pleasant smile and sparkling eyes. she then extended her hand out to him.’’i’m park dahyeon, the owner of this lovely establishment. oh, we have so many things to talk about. but first let me ask you two simple questions. would you like a cup of coffee? and are you in a hurry?‘‘

Jongkook had kind of expected that he might have to wait a while for the receptionist to call up and confirm the validity of the meeting, since after all he had neither replied the email nor call in before coming in. So his face held one of a baffled look when a woman suddenly approached him with enthusiasm apparent in her eyes. He extended his hand out of pure reaction out when she did, shaking her hand and all before realising she’s Park Dahyeon, the one who had sent an email to him and whom he was supposed to meet. Ah, right.

“Not at all, I’m not in a hurry at all.” He has the whole afternoon free since his shift was scheduled at night today. But perhaps he should have lied to her that he was in a hurry? He could have use it as a legitimate excuse to get out should he want to, as much as he felt apologetic to the woman.

“Do you perhaps have tea instead? If not plain water is fine for me as well.” He’s not really a coffee person, and only drink so when he’s really exhausted but needed to stay awake. “I apologise on behalf of my mother for sending that email and bothering you with such trivial stuff since you must be really busy and all.” Why was his mother doing all these to her own son. Seriously.

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✦ highways of fantasy

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krxjohnny:

“Ahh hyung, my dirty thoughts don’t often cross over into my dreams unfortunately.  But if I must keep them to myself…” he trailed off and shifted to stretch out on the couch, folding his hands beneath his head.  No, his dreams were often far from delightful and totally out of his control.  Nor would he dare to turn anyone else’s in that direction, even though he had entered the dreams of some pretty sexy women.

“Me?  Give trouble to Eunie?  You must have me mistaken for someone else, I’d never dream of such things,” Johnny replied.  It was somewhat true, after all he would never consciously bring her trouble, it just had a habit of following him around sometimes.  He only ever tried to be helpful though.

With the mention of extra food, the boy perked up, though made a point to groan with effort as he forced himself off the couch and moved towards the bags lying on the floor.  Peering into them he began to fish out items one at a time, splitting them into their rightful homes.  “Hyung, you’re so good to me.  I’m going to bake a massive chocolate cake and deliver it to you in thanks.” 

“Oh? You don’t get those kind of dreams? I thought it was common for youth your age,” he joked, giving Johnny a ‘don’t lie I’ve been through that stage look’. Not that he often did back then though. Those nights were either well-rested and dreamless, or exhausted upon finding himself in dreams where he could neither make head nor tail of. Dreams that were of horror and torment, and chained in eternal punishment. Those days were long gone, although from time to time those dreams still come back to him as if to serve as a reminder.

“I know you wouldn’t give her trouble on purpose, just… well, trouble tends to find you sometimes, y’know?” He shook his head. “You have my number if there’s any help you need.” Although he wouldn’t be able to answer when he’s on his shift. Unless the trouble is serious enough to call for emergency but let’s hope that that would never happen ever.

He gave the younger male an appalled look upon the mention of massive chocolate cake. “Switch to something less sweet and more healthy and I’ll reconsider accepting it.” He appreciate Johnny’s gesture, of course. But it would be ultimately be a waste of food to give sweet treats to him in the end. “Speaking of which, I think it’s because you don’t exercise and that’s why you fall sick so easily. You should go to the gym with me and work out.”

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✦ magic of wonderland

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krxalyiah:

Now, Alyiah does hear Jongkook’s compliment but it doesn’t register with her to actually respond to him—at least at first.  The cute puppy in his arms has her far more preoccupied than one would expect so all her attention is on him instead.  In fact, it takes several more seconds for her to even realize she hadn’t responded to him at all.  “Huh? Oh!  Thanks, I’ve been working at it a lot, I have a good gym buddy.”  Or several rather

Mongshil huh? Mongshil is one of the cutest dogs ever, Alyiah has decides this and she’ll refuse to accept anything else.  The news however that the puppy isn’t his, isn’t much of a deterrent for Alyiah.  Until she decides that maybe it wouldn’t be a nice thing to do to put a friend in such an awkward situation.  “Oh psh, fine okay I won’t steal him because I don’t want you to get in trouble with your friend but he’s so precious this isn’t fair to me.”  Alyiah is bias, everyone knows that, if she had it her way, she’d own seven dogs at least.

He is being understanding of her time and of course she appreciates that but even so, she can’t help but give him a slightly perturbed glance.  Of course she wouldn’t say yes if she couldn’t do it.  The annoyance doesn’t last for long however, she smiles and shrugs instead.  “Don’t worry, don’t worry.  Worse comes to worse I’ll take him home and him and Leia will become best friends. Now,” she reaches her hands out and makes grasping motions, “give me the pup I want to snuggle him and have him meet the rest of the staff.” Such a small dog in a big building probably spelled disaster.  It would be smarter for her to keep him in here, but she knows word will get around and everyone will want to see the dog anyway.  She might as well expedite the process.

“How is that unfair to you?” he sighed. “And it totally doesn’t sound convincing coming from you that you’re not going to be stealing Mongshil.” He has a legitimate reason to believe that the moment he turns his head around after passing the little pup to her, she’s going to kidnap it regardless of anything, disappear from his sight and live happily forever with it and her own dog. That’s how much she loves dogs in general.

He crinkled his nose slightly and gave a sheepish grin at that somewhat miffed look of hers. Surely there’s nothing wrong with trying to make sure she’s available and he’s not disrupting her schedule. Who knows maybe she pushed off a class of hers just to look after the pup. With her immense love for dogs, that doesn’t even sound preposterous at all.

“He’s just a pup, don’t squash and suffocate him.” Why does it seem like he was never going to get the small dog back once he passed it to Alyiah with that dangerous gaze she was giving to the puppy. Nevertheless he handed the young dog to her, as well as a small drawstring bag containing all of Mongshil’s stuff.

“His treats are in there, as well as a few of his toys. And some other stuff, in case you know, he decides to poop and everything.” He had all the stuff well prepared already, just in case. “I’m going to be at the gym, so you know where to find me if you need to. Call me if there’s anything wrong.” He was probably being naggy again, but those information were truly important, obviously.

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krxjieun:

Naturally, his nagging makes her eye’s roll although she doesn’t necessarily have a counter-argument. Jieun halfheartedly holds her hand underneath the sink as instructed. “I wish I could think my cookies better. Why doesn’t that work in reverse?” 

She watches Jongkook make his way to the oven. Assuming he’s been in many situations a few farenhights hotter than her smoldering oven, Jieun is hardly surprised he doesn’t even seem to register the heat. In fact, he’s never really been bothered by flames. Jieun want’s too find it odd that she’s never actually seen him get burned- be that from a major fire or a candle- but thats not a requirement of his job. So she pushes the thought away from her. 

“So they can smite me later? Or maybe ruin my dreams of becoming a baker?” Jieun face fell in dismay at the sight of her cookies. She doesn’t consider herself to be skilled in the kitchen, but generally she doesn’t fail to this scale. Of course, his willingness to make more only puts a smile back on her face. “Can we? I’d love to try again. I think I’d just have to run down to the convenience store and pick up butter.”

Jieun pulled her finger from the faucet and went to pat it dry, holding it close to her face to inspect. “Why must burns sting for so long.” Jieun mumbled, more annoyed with herself for managing to hurt herself. She went to grab her wallet and keys, then headed back to the kitchen. “Care to come with?” 

“Not if it’s anonymous,” he added with a small chuckle. Not that he was really expecting to Jieun to really do that since it was just a suggestion in attempt to cheer her up. Consuming burnt food wasn’t exactly good for the body. “I doubt anyone could bake perfectly from the moment they’re born, so I’m sure you’ll be a great baker in the future after much practice.” Practice makes perfect after all.

“Of course! I’m your assistant for the day today. Free of charge.” Therefore it would be a waste if she doesn’t order him around for his help. Although naturally he would still help out even without being asked to.

The burnt cookies on the tray were harder to scrape off than he had expected. It was almost like they were glued down and he had to spend more effort to make sure he doesn’t damage the tray as well. He kept an eye on Jieun who was inspecting her finger. “Sure, just give me a minute,” he nodded his head, before proceeding to throw the burnt cookies into the trash bin and filling the tray up with water in the sink. “Alright, let’s go.”

“Does the burn still hurt?” He asked in concern, while waiting by the side for Jieun to close and lock the door. “Get some burn cream later too if it still hurts.”

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✦ embrace the glorious mess

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jihyoxkr:

“That’s super weird,” Ahrin said sincerely, as she gave the man a weird, judging look. Who didn’t eat ice cream? That was just wrong, and she didn’t understand at all. She looked back up at mommy, searching support for her opinion (and to make sure she wasn’t going to get scolded for speaking her mind so bluntly with someone who was older than her. Mommy always said respect was very important.)

Jihyo smiled back softly at Ahrin’s confused and judgemental expression. Good, maybe this was enough to pummel her sudden admiration for samcheon. Ugh. She glanced him over, not sharing her little girl’s confusion. It was clear this guy spend a lot of his time at the gym, so it didn’t surprise her much he was a health freak who would balk at the sound of processed sugar. Ohohoh, the horror.

“Sugar isn’t very healthy,” she explained. “So some people don’t like eating it.”

(Well, perhaps her judgement on this was a little biased. After all, she could munch cyanide pills like breath mints and would hardly feel anything. Some sugar wasn’t going to stop her in her tracks. Which suited her just fine, because while Ahrin might not be her daughter biologically, they shared many traits and a sweet tooth was one of them.)

She rolled her eyes at his compliment. Did he really think she was that easy? A casual compliment and suddenly all her caution would fly to the wind?

She bit back her cold comment for Ahrin’s sake, but she had to draw the line at her offer being reversed.

“I’m afraid I can’t accept that offer,” she said seriously. “You helped – attempted to help my daughter, and I would like to settle the debt. That is all. We can go a place where they sell some healthier things as well, so you can pick from one of those.” The last thing she wanted was to owe more to this man. She didn’t owe anyone a goddamn thing, she wasn’t going to start now.

He was honestly a little taken aback at the little girl’s blunt opinion of him not liking sugar being weird, but he supposed it’s natural since most kids like sugar and couldn’t possibly understand why anyone wouldn’t like sweet things. Yet, he couldn’t help but admit that it didn’t feel good to be judged as ‘that weird man’ like he was from another planet. He wasn’t the only guy who stayed away from unhealthy stuff for the sake of health.

“Samcheon needs to keep fit and healthy for work, having too much sugar is not going to help at all,” he added on, a faint smile towards the child. It could get a little tiring when he had to explain things he did that he had reason for. A few minutes ago he was still attempting to get the balloon down from the tree, and then suddenly they were talking about how weird it was he didn’t like sweet stuff. That was a strange leap of topic if anything.

He looked back at the woman and exhaled deeply to himself inwardly. Was she afraid he would try to extort from her in the future? Does he look like a bad person who would do that? Oh. Right. He probably does look like one with his tanned, muscular physique, and furthermore he wasn’t in his firefighter uniform to help break that stereotyping.

“If you insist,” he conceded quietly, knowing it would get nowhere to refuse a stubborn person like her, who looked as if she was going to fight him till the end of the world if he continue denying her offer.

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l'amour de ses parents

[ @krxjongkook​ ]

her inbox was always filled with various emails. too many to count. some people were simply desperate, others too narcissist. her job surely wasn’t easy. in some strange way, she was saving lives. love was sometimes cruel and not everyone knew how to embrace it properly. however, worried mothers were nothing new. she had seen plenty of emails and they were all pretty much similar - please don’t let my child end up alone. i believe you’re the the only person that can help my baby. sometimes, the emails were undeniably funny.  but, dahyeon never complained about it. she understood their worries. in fact, she loved a good challenge. oftentimes, the parents were the biggest culprits. they clearly put too much pressure on their children. she was in the process of deleting old emails and messages from other companies, when one particular email caught her eye. it was definitely interesting, but some crucial details were missing. parents don’t know everything about their children. so, instead of  his mother, she wrote him an email.

「‘’greetings, kim jongkook!  i hope you’re having a lovely day. my name’s park dahyeon and i recently received a nice little email from your mother.  i’m the owner of magical arrangements. your situation is definitely interesting and i’d love to discuss some details with you in person. the sooner the better, because love doesn’t wait for anyone. it’s not scary, i promise! would tomorrow at 11:10am work for you? i’m looking forward to meeting you!’‘」

the next day, dahyeon arrived at work a little earlier than usual. she had a considerable amount of work to do, plus she wanted to ensure she had sufficient time to think. and of course, she didn’t want to miss anything important. but, the day was still so young. perhaps she had arrived a bit too early. however, she had no desire to go home. so, she sat in a comfortable leather chair and brought her feet up on her desk. with a phone in her hands, she waited patiently. she forgot to check her emails.’will he come?’ she asked herself.

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Staring at the building in front, Jongkook sighed heavily to himself. He didn’t even know why on earth he was here. Or why he actually listened to his mother’s words and decided to show up after reading the email sent to him. Perhaps he inhaled too much smoke from all the fire and his brain got messed up without him realising. Or maybe he couldn’t stand his mother nagging at him over the phone, saying that she doesn’t have a long lifespan left and demands he gives her a grandchild as soon as possible. The reasons his mother came up with were endless, and at this rate he was going to be driven insane by his own mother.

Still, the main reason that he showed up was because it would be rude of him not to when his mother was the one who applied and sent that email to the woman in the first place. Maybe he could just try to explain to the person that he’s not interested and is extremely sorry that he wasted her time for nothing. Yeah, that would do.

Then again perhaps he should have sent a reply back? It was pretty late when he got back from his shift last night that he just went ahead to sleep the moment he reached home. If it hadn’t occurred to him to check his email this morning, he would most likely have missed the timing. It was too late to reply now anyway.

Shaking the useless thoughts off his mind, he stepped into the building, giving the receptionist a polite smile before stating his purpose. “Excuse me, miss, I’m looking for Park Dahyeon? She sent me an email inquiring to meet up at 11.10am.” He took a quick glance at the clock. He was actually early by 10 minutes. “My name’s Kim Jongkook by the way.”

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✦ highways of fantasy

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krxjohnny:

“I knew you wouldn’t be, you’re a feminist in reality aren’t you?” Johnny mentioned idly, reaching for a tissue box and turning away momentarily to blow his nose.  Aiming for the bin he missed miserably, but for the minute simply shrugged and flopped back down onto the couch.

“Well I mean, they don’t have to treat me like a precious china doll in all departments, if you get my meaning…” His brows wriggled as he spoke and a grin spread across his face, highlighting the dimple in his cheek.  He couldn’t wait for the chicken to start cooking and fill the apartment with its aroma, even though he knew it would make his hunger worse.

“I’ve been good, just working.  Jieun is starting to prepare for the change of season already even though we’re still right in the middle of summer.  Lots of people are wanting flowers though which is good,” he said, rolling his eyes Jongkook’s dramatic reaction to his less than packed fridge.  “That’s a bit of an exaggeration…. there’s a bottle of mayonnaise and half a tin of sardines in there you know.  But I’ve been on death’s door remember?  I haven’t been able to go shopping and I’ve eaten everything else.”

He shrugged in slight amusement at Johnny’s statement, but didn’t give any more thoughts to the feminist topic as he eyed the used tissue that the younger male failed to score into the bin and had landed on the floor. He briefly pondered to himself if he should also clean up the apartment for Johnny after he’s done with the food and while waiting for the chicken to cook. He couldn’t stand the apartment in a mess, and if that’s how it has always been, it’s no wonder the kid would fall sick living in such a sloppy environment.

“Stop, stop, you’re wandering too far off now. Keep your dirty thoughts to yourself and in your dreams,” he remarked, shaking his head but not blaming the younger male. He was at that age, wasn’t he? The age where testosterone level is still so high up it exudes everywhere. Or should that be over already at Johnny’s age? Oh well. 

“That’s good then. You better don’t give any trouble to Jieun, you hear that?” It was just a casual statement that posed no threat, although he does treat Jieun like his own younger sister, so of course he would be more biased towards her at times. He clicked his tongue at Johnny’s reply, yet unable to retort him back because his explanation was too true.

“Well, it’s a good thing I expected this and stocked up for you before coming here.” The very reason why he came in with so many bags, way too many if only just to make ginseng chicken. “Come over and help unpack these stuff into the fridge instead of lazing over on the couch.” Aish, this kid, seriously.

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✦ magic of wonderland

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krxalyiah:

When her phone vibrates against her leg, Alyiah ignores it at first.  Instead she favors drinking her water and stretching her arms a little just to delay any stiffness.  But she also knows that Jongkook needs her to respond quickly enough to put plans in place so she picks it up and reads over the messages.  Gym girl?  She snorts in disbelief and kicks her feet up to the coffee table.

[msg: Jongkook] Only if I get to change yours to Muscle Pig wouldn’t that suit you? ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ [msg: Jongkook] Yeah, I’ll be in the employee lounge see you then~~

Since she had a few minutes, she closes her eyes, letting herself relax a little before he arrived. She of course loves Jongkook and had no problem helping him out but she maybe should have showered first.  Too late now.  And a puppy wouldn’t mind, right?  Her own dog Leia was certainly going to be upset when she smelled another dog on Alyiah.  The thought amuses her until her phone vibrates signaling a call.  She’s up and on her feet before even answering it. And, instead of verbally confirming, she walks over and opens the door, greeting both him and the small dog with a wide smile.  

“Hey, it’s good to see you.” She then turns her attention to the small dog in his arms and her heart all but melts.  The puppy seems excited that is for sure, but she has absolutely no problem with energy as long as she can keep up.  “And just who is this cutie?  I might have to steal you and never give you back.”  Alyiah offers the back of her hand for the puppy to sniff, still grinning widely.

“Good to see you still in great shape after so long,” he chuckled, although he wasn’t sure if Alyiah heard his words when he saw that she was so preoccupied with the pup in his arms upon setting sight on it. He doesn’t know what to think of the fact that a small dog had far more attractiveness than he does, but not that he minded it. He knows that Alyiah truly loves dogs, or he wouldn’t have requested her to help him take care of the puppy for a short while.

“This cutie is called Mongshil,” he answered, and the small dog woofed and stuck its tongue out as if in response to his name being called. “Unfortunately he’s not mine though so you can't steal him away, I’m just helping to take care of it for a few days.” As much as he would love to keep a dog, his schedule just makes it way too hectic for him to be able to. It was a pity, really.

“You sure it’s fine for you to look after it for a few hours? You don’t have to if you have other things going on,” he asked. He did want to work out in the gym unquestionably, but he didn’t want to get Alyiah into trouble either. “He’s an active pup, but he’s also quite obedient.” At least to him in that span of one day spent with the puppy in the house. He wasn’t certain if the small dog would get overly excited and run off in such a huge building with so many places for it to explore.

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✦ closer to the edge

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krxjongdae:

[...]

He wears a sleek suit, dark blue with a hideous red tie that probably costs more than Jongdae’s monthly paycheck. He sees the man but he imagines the animal that dared to go too far so he walks towards him, cutting in his way. He is given a judging stare, sees the man trying to pass by but stretches out his arm to pull him back. This time the man complains - not so much about being pulled, but because of the strength of the hand gripping his arm. Jongdae refuses to answer quaestions of ‘who are you’ or ‘where are you taking me?”. He drags him into a less populated alley yet they are far from being too hidden – Jongdae doesn’t give a damn about others seeing, really, he just wants to avoid random strangers to interfere. He lands a punch. Right, Left; right again. There is no holding back, with the second punch the older is on the floor, lips swollen and bloody. He starts drooling after the third punch – Jongdae bends down for that – a mess of mumbling words of apology mixed with the confusion of not knowing which crime is the one he should repent for. 

“The next time you decide to have a little more fun than you should, you will remember this night and my face, your bleeding, and your pleading because you are a street rat, that’s all you are. And every time you even think of doing what you did, you’ll remember my hands around your neck.” He says, gripping the other’s neck, tightly – tighter – and he can feel the heat oozing from his hands, intent on burning the skin and scar it. “I am going to mark you like a fucking animal and then you’ll tell me if you like it. If that arouses you when it’s you who are getting your air pipes crushed and your skin purple.”  

As much as Jongkook was used to being in a vehicle that goes speeding down the road and through the traffic when an emergency arises during his work, he seldom did it himself as the person behind the wheel. But here he was, his car screeching to a stop with mark scratched out on the ground that he most likely got to get the tires changed after this, reaching his destination within a time he didn’t think he would be able to. He was just relieved that there weren’t a lot of cars on the road during this time of the night.

Hurrying down from the car, it didn’t take long for him to find where Jongdae was. After all there were plenty of witnesses who saw him dragging a man into somewhere else and thus had kindly pointed the direction for him. By the time he finds the younger male, the man was still alive, barely, but probably not for long if he doesn’t stop Jongdae from strangling him to death.

“Stop it, he’s going to die!” He hollered, his hands reaching out to grasp Jongdae’s hands that were tightly coiled around the guy’s neck. His hands were scorching hot, and he sworn there was a smell akin to burning lingering in the air. His hands would probably be burnt as well upon the contact if he was an ordinary human, but he wasn’t, and so his grip tightened instead as he tried to pull Jongdae away from the man.

“I say stop it, Jongdae! He’s not worth it to get yourself in trouble!” He tried to persuade, and as much as he would like to forcibly separate Jongdae away from the man, he wasn’t sure if the poor guy whose live was still Jongdae’s hands would have his neck crushed instead while he tried to do so. “Ya! Who’s going to protect your brother if you get your ass landed in the jail for this piece of shit!” He knew Jongdae cared a lot for his family, and if this doesn’t work then nothing else probably would.

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✦ highways of fantasy

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krxjohnny:

Johnny couldn’t help it - he had an out of the box humour and found terrible puns and dad jokes hilarious.  Sometimes he thought he was the only one who laughed at them when everyone else groaned and rolled their eyes.  But then there were the ones who made them, and seeing as no one ever actually laughed at his jokes Johnny also thought it was the least he could do.

He was hanging over the back of the couch now, his arms dangling down and he tilted his head, puckering his lips as he debated the idea of full protective gear.  “Okay maybe not the full suit, but you gotta admit there’s something admirable and attractive about a girl who puts herself in the line of danger for people, right?  I mean, I’m sure plenty of people out there find the same thing sexy about you Mr. Dreamboat, even though the helmet obscures that handsome face of yours.”

The boy’s chocolate eyes followed Jongkook’s movements of stuffing the chicken, his belly rumbling in anticipation of the future meal and he licked his lips.  “Well, maybe I’ll pop along.  Can never stay too uninformed about our local fire station after all,” he started, breaking into a grin with the drinks suggestion.  “Hyung, are you going to tell them you’ve invited your very handsome and very single friend along?  You’ll tell them to be gentle with me, won’t you?”

At the younger’s words, Jongkook’s hands shook in surprise and would have spilled the ingredient all over the floor had he been not quick enough to prevent himself from doing so. It would be such a waste of food if he did. Sure, there are probably people who would find him attractive with his muscles and all, but to hear all that coming from a cheeky dongsaeng, he didn’t know what to make of it. A little flustered, presumably, and so he chose to overlook that statement regarding him.

“I’m not denying that the girls are indeed admirable, even more commendable than some of the guys actually,” he remarked. Or at least, all the female firefighters he had interacted with were all passionate about their job, unlike some of the lazier, passive boys that he had to give a lecture to every now and then.

He shook his head hopelessly at the younger male, but played along nonetheless. “Yes, I’ll tell them you’re single and very available on the market if they so wish to, and to treat you like a precious china doll, that al’right with you?” He chuckled as he finally finished stuffing all the necessary ingredients into the chicken, before placing it into the pot and filling it up with water to be cooked over the stove.

“How have you been though, apart from trying not to die from a mere cold?” He asked while he searched through the refrigerator casually, frowning at the lack of fresh food in it. How did the kid even survive till now was a mystery to him. “Yah, is your fridge for display only? There’s nothing in it, not even basic things like eggs or kimchi.”

[krjiyeon]

walk to remember | kjk&ljy

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krjiyeon:

[...]

on this particular day, though, there was a voice that completely cut through her senses. she picked her head up, keeping a hand on the punching bag in front of her to ground herself. she knew that voice, but where had she heard it?

there it was again. she turned her head and spotted a man, much larger than herself in height and in bulk. she tried to take in his features until she was hit with a flashback. a flashback of herself sat against the wall in the hospital on the date of february 7th, approximately seven years ago. the day her family died. she remembers a blurred face speaking to her, attached to a fighter fighters uniform. he had apologized to her, but she didn’t have the energy to tell him that he disgusted her. that he was the reason her family died. that he should have gotten there sooner. she had known it wasn’t anyones’ fault, but she needed someone to blame and he was the first person to approach her.

that voice though—the voice that apologized—was attached to the person standing not even 100 feet from her. before she knew what she was doing, she was behind him. she reached out to tap his shoulder and before he could even turn she said, “yah, do you remember me? you’re that firefighter, right? that was you, right?” she could tell the malice that had already slipped into her voice and it was weird to feel any sort of emotion after doing her best to keep everything at bay, but there wasn’t much she could do to stop it. the dam was already broken.

Puzzlement was written all over his face as Jongkook stopped his workout midway to face the person who had interrupted his session, clearly taken aback by the level of animosity in her voice. He loved his job, and took pride in it. It may be demanding and stressful in his line of work where time is so crucial that they cannot afford to waste each and every second, but the fulfillment in each saved live was something that couldn’t be replaced.

However there were also lives that they weren’t able to save in time, and often than not it leaves lasting psychological scars upon retrieving the burnt corpse under all that collapsed rubble. Regrets. Self-reproaching. It wasn’t easy living with constant guilt over death that clearly weren’t their fault, but it also acted as the catalyst to spur him on.

Hesitance was on his part, as the firefighter made an effort to try to remember the girl — not that he should be blamed for not recognizing the girl right away when it was normalcy to have met a lot of people in his job, victims and their family, and most of which he had only seen once before. His brain picked up the familiarity of the girl’s face though, it was perhaps not an ideal remembrance but the girl’s entire family had perished in the fire and she was the only one left. It left a distinct impression on him at that time.

His expression softened as he responded, “If you’re referring to that firefighter to spoke to you at the hospital, then yes, it’s me.” He sighed to himself, silently observing the girl in front of him. In any case, she looked like she bore a grudge towards him from the tone of her voice, but he could very well understand why.