with or without.

Twenty years, an artist in the making. A sculptor, a master of time, and almost as quiet as his creations.

[ksyejun-blog]

ksxyiseo:

[  ✂ ]

quietly he scoots himself a little closer, eyes on the cat as well as the other. he is really jealous over the fact that the cat doesn’t want to be near him. he keeps his hand outstretched, “i don’t have any food” he adds softly. should he always have cat food with him at all times? is that how you befriend cats? he watches at the cat looks curiously at him but he retracts his hand immediately, fear bubbling into his stomach.

“does he have a name?”

“I don’t know” Yejun answered, looking to the cat’s bare neck. “I’m not sure if he’s someone’s pet or not...” he paused in the middle of his thought and, realizing something dreadful, hunched over further and murmured “this is Keisung after all.” As if tuning into the conversation the cat looked up at them with curious, bright amber eyes, and decidedly began swaying its tail back and forth. Silently, he thought how it reminded him of a feather duster. 

He didn’t notice at first, but his heart had finally decided to calm down and with it the heat had begun to drain from his face, hopefully taking the color red with it. It was weird for him to feel this calm next to a stranger, especially when he feared saying the wrong thing; maybe it was the cat that helped? Yejun reached out and poked the tip of the cat’s tail, considering the idea. 

“...Oh!” struck by the obvious Yejun gasped and dug into the back pocket of his bag, from which he pulled a half-eaten bag of tiny pork filled buns. He hesitated for only a moment before opening the zip-lock and offering the contents to the boy, their cat companion watching every move intently. “Here, maybe he’ll eat this.” 

[ksyejun-blog]

feat. kseunbi

It wasn’t until midnight that Yejun emerged from the sculpting studio, the sleeves of his sweater covered in white dust and irritated, red skin swelling beneath his eyes. As much as he’d love to pull an all-nighter his body demanded sleep, and by the time he made his way back to the dormitory his thoughts became fuzzy with half-finished ideas. He thought of his soft bed, the blankets he recently washed, and walked into the shared suite expecting to see no one, but instead was greeted by the glowing, overhead lights and one of the select few he called friend.

“Eunbi-ah?” he closed the door behind him and looked to the girl with one eyebrow raised. This wasn’t unusual for her, but something about the scene had him puzzled, as if there was something in plain sight that he couldn’t quite discern. “Can’t sleep?” Yejun questioned as he wandered towards the counter, where he kept an electric water boiler and a collection of different teas. He began by washing out the container, then filled it and placed it back on the boiler, switching it on, “would you like a cup?” 

[ksyejun-blog]

Well here it is, a plot call. Yejun could use some more plots and threads so if you’re interested, message me or like this post. He could especially use some conflict and angst, but potential plots are not limited to those. c:

[himeaegyo]

˗ˏˋ countdown for jihoon’s birthdayˎˊ˗         ↳ 11.22.96

[d-29] jihoon in sweaters

[ksyejun-blog]

Well here it is, a plot call. Yejun could use some more plots and threads so if you’re interested, message me or like this post. He could especially use some conflict and angst, but potential plots are not limited to those. c:

[ksyejun-blog]

feat. ksxara

For the first time Yejun sat in a designated public drinking house - aka, a bar. The lights were dim and illuminated the bar with a soft orange glow, but shadows still fell and stretched into dark, mysterious corners. Thinking about all the potential murderers that could be waiting for them in that corner, Yejun squeezed his palms together and took a deep breath. “A-Ara-shi,” he began, looking over to the woman who had dragged him out “why are we, ahm...here?” 

When he drank he did so alone, usually in the studio to calm his nerves. Losing his inhibitions around other people wasn’t exactly his idea of a good time, and with every ticking second he felt himself growing warmer underneath his jacket. “I don’t think I like this kind of thing” Yejun confessed in a last effort to convince her to whisk him away to a safe haven away from cold, judging eyes. 

[powerfulhoshi-deactivated201803]

a piece of woozi’s work, through seventeen’s music videos. 

[ksyejun-blog]

feat. ksxjiyeon

In one of the university’s culinary rooms Yejun fumbled with opening a package of flour while his tentative friend, Seo Jiyeon, witnessed his true feeble, clumsy form. 

“”Will you...just...tear already?” he grumbled, glaring at the bag of flour. He gave it one last harsh, frustration filled tug, and ripped the package down the middle - the powder began to tumble out, and some flew upwards like a mushroom cloud. Suddenly he was squinting to see, and in a panic he set the bag down on the counter, hoping he wouldn’t do any more damage.

“Alright!” satisfied, he wiped flour off of his cheeks and turned back to Jiyeon. “Okay, now we’re getting somewhere.” Yejun smiled, smeared flour on his apron, and looked over to their collection of ingredients, bowls, and plastic utensils. Since she was curious, he decided to start with his family’s specialty: Gyeongju bread. It was naturally, the dish he was best at making, even if making it made his heart hurt a little.

“Well, let’s measure our ingredients” he began, approaching the counter. After a brief moment he picked out what he needed for the bread, then set down a notepad with all the precise measurements written in pen.  “Could you kindly measure our sugar, water, and red beans, please?” 

[ksyejun-blog]

ksxyiseo:

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yiseo is immediately curious and he begins walking towards them. and the he sees it- a cat! he hasn’t ever had a pet before and he’s so curious about it. quietly he kneels forwards and blinks at the cat, confused as to why the animal isn’t going towards him. is this the boy’s cat?

“… how do i make the cat come to me?”

The moment the boy begins walking towards him (and the mystery cat) Yejun’s mind races with the possibilities: one, the stranger might just be a kind citizen, which means he’ll accidentally develop a crush and subsequently want to die; two, he’s actually evil, punts the cat, and then kicks him in the face; or three, this is his cat, and he accuses him of cat-thievery, then takes him to court. 

Suddenly, the boy is kneeling across from them and there’s no longer any time to think. Instead the blood flows up to his cheeks and his heart sputters a pathetic heartbeat, and to save himself the embarrassment he avoids looking at his face and turns his attention back to the cat. As it was, the cat looks up at him with bright, round eyes, and continues to purr. 

“U-uhm,” Yejun beginnings, stuttering and slightly surprised. That’s all? He wanted to pet the cat? Yejun presses his lips together and tests the cats reaction to his touch. It’s friendly - seems too friendly to be a stray - and arches its back as his scratches behind its ears. “I..I’m not sure? It just kind of…came to me. Maybe…if you have food, it’ll come to you?” he suggests, taking his hand away to rest again on his knee “it’s been friendly. It might be lonely.” 

[cottoncandycarat]

요정이지훈과 ❤️앙글‏

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[ksyejun-blog]

jisooxks:

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he’s not too lost in his mourning that he misses bright red hair behind the hostas though. “are you the one who broke the pansy?” he holds up the plant, carefully making sure the exposed roots don’t dangle precariously from the space between his fingers. his forehead scrunches up, eyebrows furrowed in disappoint as he regards the boy before him with pursed lips and slight pout. if he wasn’t holding the flower, he would’ve had his hand on his hips, disappointment and distress running through his veins hot and dangerous. “first, i think you need to apologise to her. she’s already had a rough couple of days, she doesn’t deserve to be knocked over like this.” expectant eyes watch the other boy cautiously as he waits patiently for the apology.

The stranger’s voice is like a punishing weight on his conscious, causing regret and anxiety to swell in his chest. He could feel his palms start to sweat, heat rise up to his cheeks, and the bitter cold that stung his hands and feet. When his heart beat it hiccuped, and he thought briefly about the number of mistakes he’s made today. Certainly, if he could, he would combust into a cloud of sparkles and confetti. Shakily, Yejun starts to breath again and, happening upon a revelation, he reaches up and touches the ends of his hair. He knew red had been a bad idea.

Yejun gulped, wiped his palms on his black sweatpants, and crawled out from his pathetic hiding spot. At his full height the hostas barely rose above his head and the leaves hovered at his face, threatening to poke him in the eyes. “Uh...” he began, his brain predicting one hundred and one bad scenarios while simultaneously trying to think of something to say. Yejun hesitated, looked up from the ground and to the broken flower pot, then to the other boy. Silently, he screams at himself to actually say something, but pursed lips interrupts and totally demolishes his ability to think in a straight line. 

Realizing how stupid he must look with his mouth hanging open Yejun focuses on the pansy, and forces out some so-called words. “Right, ahm. I’m sorry - I’m deeply sorry. I, uh, didn’t mean to..push you.” he feels ridiculous but his anxiety overwhelms any embarrassment, and for good measure he dips down into a bow that only becomes deeper, and deeper, before he tentatively stands back up. Good job, Yejun, you totally blew it. He tries to ignore the impulse to just die and looks back to the boy whose day he just ruined. “I’m sorry” he repeats, as if the rest couldn’t have been enough.

[ksyejun-blog]

kseunseo:

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she assumes the college student she’s supposed to meet is the boy half hidden by the shadows. he looked awfully young- eunseo was questioning if he was much older than her, actually. he didn’t seem too bothersome, though. actually, he seemed rather timid, and eunseo only hoped she didn’t scare him by accident or something. “are you yejun ssi?” eunseo asks with a slight smile when she approaches him “i’m ryu eunseo- nice to meet you.” 

Disinterested by anyone without vivid candy-colored hair the other art students shuffled back into their work, returning to their routine of silence, whispers and sleep deprived exhaustion. Without the extra pairs of eyes on him Yejun breathed a sigh of relief and, by the good graces of the universe, managed to smile at the teenage girl. 

“Ah, yeah” he responds the only way he knows how, hesitantly and without direct eye contact. “It’s nice to meet you, too” the line almost sounds rehearsed and mechanical, as if he had no idea what he was doing mentoring a younger student - but that’s exactly what it was. He simply wasn’t cut out to be a teacher, but close he could see the light pink color lingering on her cheeks, and the thought of her being at least half as nervous as he is reassured him that their time together might not end in disaster. 

“Uhm,” stuck in his awkward rut, Yejun paused and after a moment, then scrambled to get out of his seat. Even if it was for naught, he tried to ignore their similar height. “Well, we can find out what you like right away” he suggested the first thing that came to mind: play. After all, wasn’t that how most artists began? By simply playing with the materials? “We have all the paint you could need, clay, chalk, ink - traditional ink, too - and, uh, plenty more.” He paused to breathe, convinced that was the most he spoke all day “do any of those...stand out to you?”

[fywoozi]

SVT VOCAL TEAM - ‘바람개비’ M/V BEHIND SCENE [1, 2]

[ksyejun-blog]

feat. ksxyiseo

On days where his anxiety tested his sanity, which was most of them, in between classes Yejun would retreat to one of his secret spots; a small collection of safety areas rarely visited by the living. For example: just about any section in the library, most utility closets, and in this case, an alleyway that led into a small plot of nothing. 

Today, however, he wasn’t alone. At in the end of the alley he found a small cat curled into a ball of gray and white fur, and after he woke the cat it took to bopping its head against his ankles. Yejun crouched to reach it, but when he had tried to pet the cat behind the ears it ducked out of his reach before approaching him again and restarting the process.

In defeat, he sighed and rested his hands on his knees as the cat continued to invade his personal space. His parents wouldn’t tolerate even the idea of a family pet and truly, he wasn’t sure what he should do next. Call a shelter? The thought made him uneasy and he extended his hand towards the cat, letting it sniff his hand as he considered the image of a horrific animal shelter - the kind he has seen on tv, with cold steel cages and an unhinged animal executioner. 

“Maybe not that.” Yejun thought aloud, and as he did the cat’s ears twitched. Then, it looked straight down the alleyway towards something that made his heart jump - another human. 

[ksyejun-blog]

feat ksjitae

The evening breeze chilled his fingertips, ears, and for some reason kind of stung his eyes. Side-by-side, he stood next to Minsu with his hands disappearing into the sleeves of a slightly over-sized hoodie, and the two of them waited in the line of anxious patrons. Tucked near the city limits a small building had been renovated, and the line curled in loops in front of large, Gothic double doors. The decrepit wasteland had been transformed into a fake-decrepit scare house, the facade now resembled stone, eerier lights glowed from fake windows, and it seemed a mansion truly rose from were a clinic once stood. 

But of all things, it was named ‘Death Mansion’. Even now he cringed, and when he won a pair of free tickets in a lottery he nearly threw them out. But Minsu was with him, and as always when they’re together he felt a subtle, dreadful anxiety related to the limited time they had, so he sought to make the most out of it.

Now his nervous energy was turning into excitement that began to jolt throughout his body, and when the door cracked open to allow the group in front of them to enter he stood on his toes, trying to catch a glimpse of the interior. “I wonder if anyone died because of these things” Yejun thought aloud, then stood flat on the ground, disappointed. “Hyung,” he began, voice straining as he tried to speak over the crowd’s cacophony of anticipation.  Again, the doors closed and they walked forward, now the next victims to be sent into the abyss. “Have you done something like this before?” he asked, curious, especially about the possibility of death. 

[ksyejun-blog]

feat. kseunseo

He sat in the sculpting studio, a cramped room that closely resembled an unfinished garage, with a pencil in hand, a sketchbook turned to an empty page, and an anxious leg bounce. Today, he didn’t have the space to himself; a pair of freshmen girls took turns sketching one another at the table furthest away from his and another man was wrestling with freeing his plaster mold, but the presence of other art majors didn’t make him terribly uncomfortable. Considering he was here to meet a high school student and give advice to said student, the circumstances probably couldn’t have been any better. 

When he finally touched the tip of the pencil to the paper, and the door to the studio whined as it opened, the lead snapped in two and smudged graphite on the spot. This, of course, was typical. Yejun furrowed his brow and brushed away the fragments, streaking the smudge across the paper. For a moment the room became silent as the other students looked up to the new comer - a young girl, definitely a high school student, with a face like a doll’s. His became nervous instantly, assuming that the girl was the ‘Ryu Eunseo’ he was meant to meet, and tugged at the sleeves of his black hoodie before offering her a hesitant wave. 

[hanwooz]

pinwheel - woozi