rubatosis.

퀀재호

[kwnjh]

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[cillianhelps-blog]

new year's / new year's eve starters

[bloodthirstygodarchive-deactiva]

cillianhelps:

“New Year’s is always the year’s biggest letdown.”

“So, what are your resolutions?”

“I swear, if I have to hear ‘Auld Lang Syne’ one more time…”

“Hey, sorry, it took me forever to find a place where my cell could get a signal… happy new year’s from [location].”

“What have you accomplished this year?”

“This year sucked. Good riddance.”

“Let’s hope this year goes better than the last one…”

“There’s a party at [name]’s house. You coming?”

“We’re headed to Times Square to watch the ball drop. You can tag along if you want.”

“Hey, last year of [politician your character doesn’t like]!”

“Just think of all the video games and movies that are being released this year…”

“No champagne for me. Designated driver.”

“Giving up chocolate for new year’s? I give it a week.”

“We’ve had a big year.”

“I plan to hit five parties before midnight.”

“3… 2… 1! HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

“Want a party hat?”

“Champagne?”

“Three biggest moments from this year?”

“It’s nearly midnight… have you seen my date?”

“Ah, yes, it’s almost midnight, which no one is going to kiss me at.”

“This time last year, I was living in a motel. This is definitely an improvement.”

“I’ve heard ‘Auld Lang Syne’ six times tonight and it’s only 11:30.”

“And to think, this time last year I was dating you.”

“I need someone to kiss at midnight. You up to it?”

“I need your help. I want to kiss [name] at midnight, and I need you to help me make it happen.”

“It’s New Year’s. Aren’t we supposed to be making out?”

“Oh, God, my ex is here. Pass the champagne.”

“Look, I know you’d rather be in bed, but could you at least pretend to be excited?”

“A toast to my amazing friends, and to the new year!”

“I should’ve been in bed two hours ago.”

“Are you sure [name] is up to stay awake until midnight? I mean, s/he’s only [age]…”

“Psst. Hey. Hey, wake up. It’s midnight. Make your resolutions.”

“I swear, if next New Year’s, we’re in the same place we are now, shoot me. Just do it. I’m serious. Just shoot me.”

“I remember when I’d get so excited for New Year’s…”

“Y'know, New Year’s sort of loses its punch when you stay up until 2 AM every night anyway…”

“I like to think we grew up this year.”

“No firecrackers this year. The neighbors complained.”

“I’m tipsy, covered in streamers, surrounded by hung over people, I have Auld Lang Syne stuck in my head, and I don’t know where my cell phone is. It is New Year’s.”

“You know, under the circumstances, I think this isn’t such a bad impromptu New Year’s party.”

“I can’t believe you gave our son/daughter champagne!”

“Come on, it’s New Year’s Eve, you can’t spend the whole party hiding in the bathroom!”

“How much longer?”

“Any good New Year’s specials on?”

“I’ve had a glass of champagne, I made my resolution, I watched the clock strike midnight. I’m going to bed.”

“You’re crazy. That place is always a zoo on New Year’s.”

“Just pick an outfit so we can go. I mean, it’s just a New Year’s party, it’s not a black-tie event.”

“We should probably get back to the party.”

“What are you doing out here on the roof? The party’s inside.”

“Snow on New Year’s! Wish it had bothered to show up for Christmas…”

“Where’s [name]? S/he’s my ride.”

“I rented a limo. We are arriving to that party in style.”

“To 2017. May it not totally fuck us in the ass.”

[kwnjh]

WHAT IS YOUR ARCHETYPE? from here. repost, don’t reblog !

tagged by. @dioscvri / thank you ! tagging. @smueji, @jkbaws, @nhong95 + idk there are so many of you

RESULT: THE DEFENDER

your archetype is the defender.

traits: loyal, selfless, guardian, youthful, honest, unguarded, courageous

the defender is most commonly used to symbolize the motivator, or the helping hand of the chosen one/the main protagonist. they would give their life for what they believe in, and is invested in every relationship they build. friendship means everything to them, no matter how insignificant their interactions were. they are selfless, and caring, and try their best but they can also be ignorant, and insensitive. they will always mean it when they apologize, even if they need to be reminded in doing so, and they love so openly and fiercely, it's heartbreaking. they are often left behind in social situations, but they are the ones that try to include everyone.

fictional characters that are masters:  ronald weasley, queenie goldstein, eowyn, bilbo baggins, samwise gamgee, xander harris, maggie greene, albus dumbledore, luna lovegood

other personality types that go with this: hestia, apollo, hufflepuff, pukwudgie

[smueji]

kwnjh:

he doesn’t even need to look in any damn mirror to tell that he currently looked like an actual professional circus clown, the smooth strokes of the dark marker against his flesh and her reaction afterwards, and even the cooing and the innocent smiles enough to have him eventually conclude as such without needing the visuals. besides, he’d complain again if he were to see what she’d done to his facet this time around — even his Adams apple was included this time, but that wouldn’t be much of a nice thing to do after all her ‘hard work’ so partially it explains why he prefers to steer clear from anything that could guarantee his reflection. instead of giving much of a reaction at her grand work of art on his face, save for that signature, dour glance of his that he’d offer over whenever she did that ridiculous baby talk in his presence, he pulled himself up from the comfort of her lap and stood onto his steady knees, the marker pen she’d tucked beneath his thin shirt falling to a loud ‘clunk’ onto the wooden floor of his living room. but he pays it absolutely no mind as he reaches and tugs her up as well, with such force that isn’t supposed to hurt but is much to have her nearly collapse into his arm, but instead she meets the firmness of his chest as he draws his arm around her waist to hold her close to him for a brief moment, which he uses well much to her dismay as he offers a mocking smile. only to annoy her a bit for now. “follow me, then. princess.”

he utters it loud enough for the actual princess to come running into the room for the attention that he were potentially to give her, which he does as he suddenly peels from her presence to crouch down towards the enthusiastic, panting dog, waiting for her loving owner to scratch and kiss her head. maybe even feed her if she were lucky. but not now, he coos, and she almost whines, he swears, but he makes sure to promise that he’d give her some extra snacks for waiting, and like a good princess, she prances off into his bedroom where all her new toys lay astray since she’d been playing all day. he’d have to pick all of them up later. “okay, your turn.” he gestures — a small nod, for her to follow now, and only glances back if she were quiet enough to make him do so. like she ever kept her mouth shut, though. blessing and curse.

the room he brings her to is often visited by just his own person, all of the pieces and sheets and even lack of furniture in here considered as sacred items that weren’t to be bothered by anyone who knew nothing of them. instruments sat about neatly, some which he played and some which he didn’t at all but merely kept as decoration or for the sake of memories made. then almost everywhere there were piano sheets thrown or stacked or even balled up, almost — because the open surface of the largest and most remarkable piece in the room was empty and shining to boot, that surface on which the papers belonged majority of the time. but he’d cleaned it up this morning for the purpose of what he were about to do; finally giving her something that he were meant to give her for a while now, but had little courage to bring it forth on a casual day. because it would bring back many memories that were meant and meant not to be recalled. but today, he just had to do it. he had to. “sit. please. and let me explain.”

ah, he’s nervous. and grows even more anxious when she grows out of her words and silently climbs onto the spacious piano chair. don’t make this hard for me. don’t look at me like that, it’s all he wants to say. with your glinting, round, curious eyes, your perfect little nose and small lips. i’m sorry it was so hard for me to resist you. i just couldn’t help myself. and i’m that same person around you until today. i’m still selfish, and have no shame of it. i should, though, shouldn’t i? “when you left back then, i promised myself that i wouldn’t let it get to me as it should have. i wasn’t confused, i wasn’t desperate. i was actually in love with you, and managed to convince myself that you were with me, too, so i told myself that i wouldn’t let it hurt me.” it’s almost as if there is no more air in his lungs when he sits down beside her and pulls the key cover up, yet he still speaks, even when his tone dies at points, even when his fingers seem to feel numb when they settle onto the keys. “one night, i don’t know what happened. but it hit me, so hard i ended up losing all sleep and my gig that night. i — i wrote a song instead, about you. and today i wanted to show it to you, play it for you, because around this time of the year back then, we met again, and i promised myself that one day i’d let you hear it. now i’ve finally worked up enough balls to do it, so… i hope you like it.”

                   “혹시 아니 내가                     무슨 말을 하려하는지                     너무 빨리 말하진 않을 거야” 

silence embraced her aura, which for someone as vibrant and 4D as her was a rarity. curiosity was too busy distracting her for anything to dare to slip past her lips, her fingers tugging between his own on the silent trip to the other room. and like a puppy dog she was following and listening to his commands too, her eyes scanning the room to take in the set up and make her own mental notes of how it was he arranged things for his personal room of tranquility. you know, character analyzing. the heels of her feet soon came to a light tapping rhythm against the legs of the piano bench, the small antic helping keep her at bay from talking and asking too many questions. it was time to watch and observe here. “mhm,” her lips pursed in a hum of acknowledgement, eyes moving from the decor to the soft features of his face, her nose crinkling up as if she had some magical ability to read exactly what it was he was thinking that moment. and it seemed he could catch on to her little trick too, some of the answers she was seeking coming out so bluntly it made her posture become a bit more straight to give the proper appeal that he had her entire and full attention. which he did. she froze too, the impact of this entire situation finally taking its time to sink in. this was more than she expected, much much more. 

’when you left back then,’ that line was enough to get her falling into a trance of memories, that string of joy she previously was toying with now tying itself into a knot. like the knot in her stomach, the tight feeling that made her feel remorse. he didn’t deserve the way she treated him back then, she was so damn lucky to have someone that gave their all to solely her. but at the same time, it was his own fault too, he was warned, told that she couldn’t bare to learn the pattern of romantically loving another individual yet. she needed time, to re-calculate herself and stand tall on her own feet before even considering engaging in such relations with someone else. either way it went, it would’ve been unfair for him. he would’ve either been in a one-sided love, or left behind. she just chose the less painful of the two options. and look where that got them now; from a rough place to a blossomed love that was indeed two-sided and pure. that’s why she doesn’t regret anything either, about their past and the way things went about in their younger years. distance makes the heart grow fonder, and they are a clear example of that. 

like a lighthouse, he is the light that always draws her back in. she can never stay far away from him, and even if she acts stubborn at times this is something he knows. just like before, she will always find her way back in his arms. or drunk and being carried on his back, whichever way it takes for them to be together again. because being together with him, that’s one of the best things in life for her. that and rilakkuma. let’s not forget that second squishy teddy bear.

she is grateful too, that he would even do such a thing in her absence. never in her wildest dreams would she have pictured him, sitting alone and distraught, pooring his heart out for her in the form of such beautiful and elegant words. words that kneaded her heart so sincerely it nearly took her breath away, the reality of such a melody enticing the shells of her ears as she fell in love with the song itself. it made her emotional too, the pairing of his deep and smooth voice rattling her heart to the point it brought tears to her eyes, her head resting on the edge of his shoulder while she swallowed down anymore tears that dared to swell in her eyes. they were tears of joy too, the joy of being so honestly and completely loved by someone that it almost felt like life was a dream itself. that sitting here, experiencing this, was just an allusion her mind had made up. but it wasn’t, and she was reassured of that when his strong arms came around her at the end of the song, her head dipping down to the center of his chest while she pulled him in close, holding him in such an endearing embrace she didn’t want to pull away from. “thank you…” her voice was soft and faint, the wetness of her eyelashes fluttering against his shirt as she stifled back any sniffles of her nose. “i love it, it’s so beautiful.” she wanted to say more too, to tell him how if she could do the same thing for him she would sing until her voice box broke, let him know how this was something she would cherish for the rest of her life. but she couldn’t, she was too busy rocking him in her arms and whispering a repeated string of ‘i love you,’ to muster up the energy to tell him every single little detail and thought that was provoking her mind. another day she would make it up to him, for him, but for now she just wanted to spend the rest of the evening in bliss, joking and spending time with him to celebrate the last hours of the holiday. after all, his presence was the best present of them all. 

[gwenchana-gwenchana]

[kwnjh]

´°^°` — this & @smueji

okay, yes, sometimes she crosses the line. jumps over the boundary of when and when she shouldn’t joke around. she gets the whole schpeel, serious matters need serious attitudes and not silly behaviour. it makes sense, really. the only thing is, with him, she didn’t see a reason to follow that. how could they obtain such a fun and intriguing relationship if there wasn’t a little bit of daringness every once in a while? but yes, there’s a limit to that too. and yes… she crossed that too. but hey, it’ll make for a funny story later. give her a break. it wasn’t like anything too critical was going to happen anyway, just a little scolding when he found out that she had been lying the entire time to his face.

but wait, let’s give a little background information here. a mere few minutes ago suji had reached the point of threatening him. it was playful though, and her façade was on point too. her facial expressions were stern enough to have him actually believing her act for once, and it even resulted in her pulling out her phone and pretending dialing a certain number that should only be used in emergency situations. her excuse: he made her mad. she wouldn’t tell him why though. just that he made her mad.

“they said i can have you removed from the house, and if you don’t leave they will come and forcefully remove you.” her face was still, which came as a surprise as she oh-so badly wanted to bust out in laughter. the reality: she called his own phone, luckily got the voice mail, and left a long miscellaneous yelling message. no police involved here, nope, just scheming. love you jaeho!

“now you either leave, or i get you removed. i don’t want to see you for a while.” sorry oppa, april fools has come early.

“Suji.” he almost snorts as he sighs aloud with her name on his tongue, that large head of his, full of silky brown locks – but messy, just borderline messy, shaking from one side to the other while the tips of his fingers align precisely to pinch at the bridge of his nose. something he did an awful too many times whenever she were involved, or put him in whatever kind of inconvenient situations could possibly come up with on spot. the snort he now thickly swallows back down had originated from the thought of how serious he sounds when he calls her by her actual name, every time, and the fact that he were sure that this damn girl was actually attempting her best — was admittedly doing pretty well at telling the worst fib she’d every told a soul in her life, surely. firstly, everyone knew that if an unmarried couple lived together and people found out, especially the federal police, it would be some trouble for the both of them no matter who was in the wrong, especially one with an age gap that fits a walking toddler. and secondly, he didn’t believe the police would truly give a single shit about some angry lady’s problems with her boyfriend – ‘least not enough to leave their comfortable positions in their offices to come all the way to the given address to take him away just because he’d infuriated her. really, jagiya, has the winter weather already gotten to your brain? 

“they won’t be taking me away either way, i have proof to what you’ve done to me first.” he chides with much sass, purposefully.

he wouldn’t even allow the police into his home whether they liked it or not. and it would be to protect not himself, but her. she knows that she’ll end up the one getting taken away for staying with him without a legitimate ring on her finger, so calling would only bring danger to their time spent together. “i’ll tell them all about how you messed up my hair after i got a haircut, and also how i did it back to you for revenge.” he teases, though with a small frown that barely lasts as his lips twitch in threat of incoming laughter, index finger outstretched and pointing towards the said mess laying above his forehead like a dead cat. “and you ended up getting angry and called for their help. you loser.” then he’s taking the phone from her grasp, holding it up over his head where she can’t reach at all while he unlocks the screen to quickly punch in a number with his finger before she can see. his own number.

“yes, hello officer. i would like to report noise harassment? yes, there’s a lady living here and she’s making so much noise right now. i don’t know what she’s doing but it sounds like an evil ritual so please help. thank you.” not too long ago had he successfully managed to escape her little reaching hands, which lead to him now crouching onto the kitchen counter with the phone between his ear and shoulder while he fights her off. “you’re going to get caught. hohoho.~”

[kwnjh]

/ my bab. as always, i love the way you use your writing to bring jaeho to life in such an entertaining manner. the way you describe him is always really engaging and leaves that 'i want more what's next,' feeling on the tip of someones tongue. i think it's really cute how he is such a big goof and i always love the responses to my wacky anonymous messages, he has a really witty sense of humour. it's nice to see a new aura brought to woobin with a character that has a unique appeal. keep it up.

´°^°` — ( @smueji ) !              Come tell me what you think of how I rp my muse

[kwnjh]

[ I like your muse. A lot of people use the 'affluent child raised in a wealthy family' trope, but your muse takes a turn away from it; he doesn't flaunt his money, doesn't brag about his occupation, and shies away from the public eye about certain aspects of his life-- including his friends. That alone hints at Jaeho's multiple layers, ones I want to see and learn more of. You introduced him to us in such a way that makes him not only unique, but appealing to the masses. I'm hooked. ]

´°^°` — ( @dioscvri ) !              Come tell me what you think of how I rp my muse

[kwnjh]

/ first of all, i owe you a starter and it's my fault we haven't written in this account yet but so far from what i've seen through the little interactions and since my dash is dead that i see everything, he seems like such a goofy guy. kind of awkward? but in a good, funny way. he's an eccentric character. in general, he's interesting. he talks a lot. i like that, though.

´°^°` — ( @jkbaws ) !              Come tell me what you think of how I rp my muse

[kwnjh]

´°^°` — this & @dioscvri

ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴘʀᴏᴠɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴀɴ ᴀʟᴛᴇʀɴᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴍ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴀʀᴍᴛʜ. The frothing curry served as a consolation prize after enduring dropping temperatures for a performance. Its aroma fills the greater portion of the apartment– Jaeho’s apartment, given its close proximity between Deaftones and home. Dongwoo stares into the hypnotizing mixture of vegetables and beef, the added protein a luxury given the time of night as most stores were closed. He loses himself in thought, musing over the ingredients and possible additives– when hit with curiosity, the younger raises his head and looks around for the homeowner. ❝ …Hyung? ❞ Gongju was first to respond, an indicator being the sound of nails inching their way towards the kitchen; he offers the senior a smile and crouches low to make eye contact with the dog. ❝ Have you seen him? ❞

it was merely a ten minute walk to the nearby 24-hour convenience store, albeit a simple walk that he would have never taken in this cold weather under regular circumstances — when he were alone with Gongju, at least. there was no way in hell, even if he were starving or extremely dehydrated and dying slowly on the comforting warmth of his bed. quite the exaggeration, yes, but that’s nothing new. tonight was much different, though, something that didn’t happen too frequent yet too meagerly either; although the current temperatures were close to practically dropping so low that he would’ve thought that global warming was a entirely lie, he’d still decided to throw on some clothes and quietly pull himself out of the apartment for a quick stroll to the store, for beer, while Dongwoo absorbed himself in his cooking. true, they’d just left from a bar where they could have had as much beer as they wanted, but in this weather nobody in their rightful minds dared to linger for too long after their show, including themselves who slipped out together after agreeing on where to crash for food. and it was his place, of course, since his friend lived far.

“She sees me every morning when I wake up. Sometimes hops in my bed to lick me awake when she notices that I slept for too long.” right on time. the door shuts behind him and he hastily peels away his jacket, gloves and shoes between hisses, and soon coos towards Gongju who eagerly sprints over. he’d made sure to hurry home in case the younger finished quicker than estimated and came to notice his absence, above that started worrying about it – and of course because of the cold that nipped at his ears and fingertips until the point where it stung like bees every time the outside wind carried itself by in just a soft whisper. seems like he were a footstep or two away from getting a text. “Yah, have you finished already? I brought us some treaaaats — Gongju-ya, give me a second. Appa will get you your treats too.”

[kwnjh]

@hwamira

Jaeho, though his workplace got an entire corner dedicated to alcohols and whatnot, had never shown so much love for alcohol than he did on the Christmas party night last year. Seated on her stool, the black-haired female makes sure to display the slight exasperation she’s feeling bubble up within her ribcage with a roll of her eyes. It’s got to be exaggerated, to hint some playfulness. One part of the taller man justifications as of why this year will be different though, has to be clarified. The pad of her index finger’s tip runs along the very ledge of her glass. 

« You’ll be working? How can it be enjoyable to you if you’re working? » she asks, her head tipping to a side halfway into her second question. Jaeho sure loves his job, so there is no doubt he will fully enjoy the performance he will be giving, but one might be cautious about getting drunk on their workplace. And Miran sure does not want Jaeho to be cautious to the point he’d only dare to dip the tips of his lips into some alcoholic beverage. She’s counting on his drunk ass to be the life of the party. Last year had been more fun than it’d been a hassle. What she implied, when she said “you cannot do what you did last year” was merely that it would be nice if this time, they weren’t kicked out of the building in the middle of a cold night. How embarrassing had it been, to witness that tall, slender guy wobble on his legs like a baby just learning how to walk while pathetically waving his arms in the air to keep the owner of the karaoke place from shoving him out of his shop. Not again, not ever. The half-empty glass she’d been drinking from is pushed to a side and the female raises from her seat a little, leaning over the bar as if about to tell the guy in front of her some secret. 

« I do get drunk, but but never to the point of making a fool of myself by wailing like a little girl who’s lost her mommy in the middle of a jam-packed supermarket. Please refrain from being an embarrassment this year again. » 

first he responds with a little bratty scoff after he empties his glass and slides it aside, the prominent scowl embracing his lips coiling low yet smoothly enough to make the playful pout he tries his best to hide underneath the casting light more apparent than she could have possibly asked for. he doesn’t know that yet, though, probably will only realize it after he’s done having continuous flashbacks of that night, humorous in all their chaotic glory — and the morning after. embarrassment? well, she weren’t too far fetched anyway since he’d been told so countless of times before since last year, that geez, how much of a humiliation that was. lucky for him the cops weren’t called, nor had he been sued for causing such a damn scene in front of everyone. fortunately the people were kind enough to only ban his ass from every visiting again, even when that was one of his favourite places to spend with friends and family whenever he had nothing else better to do and just felt like some fun. tch, he’d find another to favour when the time came, and good thing his own bar was a great alternative, too, despite not being able to exactly karaoke at free will, otherwise he wouldn’t have known what to do. 

inward goes his bottom lip — he was pouting again without consent wasn’t he, and slosh goes the sweet drink when he stands straight to proper posture and rolls up his drooping sleeve moments before pouring himself some more from the bottle that sat nearby – before the ice in his glass could melt away to plain liquor tainted water. a waste. he only offers her a little side glance when he’s done, the corner of his mouth sliding up to a sharp sneer, encouraging another eye-roll on her part. “yah, you should have some faith in me, your greatest oppa.” and as if to contradict his own spoken words, he pulls the glass up to his lips and takes a swig, brown eyes now trained on her presence for the sake of exaggeration. what he did best. “i won’t be getting us kicked out of anywhere anymore... i won’t be getting that drunk at all... just a few glasses and when i start to feel a little... tipsy, i’ll stop.” he might sound like he’s lying, his tone laced with a tint of mischief and gaud, as if showing off, but he’s not. truth be told, the only reason why he’d gotten so drunk last year, drowning out everything but his happiness, was because of... to put it simply; love.

“so if you enjoyed it last year, sorry! miracles only happen once in a lifetime... i think.” so he wasn’t going to do it this year, because things like those could only happen so many times in life — finally coming across the person you’ve been yearning to meet again after so long, after a while of loving them even in their absence. meaning, less than a few times. to him at least. “maybe we should trade places, this year you do it for once. we’ve all got to make a fool of ourselves sometimes, we’ll have something to look back to. i’ll make sure to videotape you.” the mouth of the large glass bottle clinks against the very edging of her glass as he pours her a little more now, a low chuckle escaping his throat. “Happy holidays. i shall look forward to your drunk rampage.~”

[kwnjh]

@unorthodov​

Whenever they engage in such topics, he would often listen and give advice than to be the one talking. Like in this moment when Jaeho is immersed with the idea of change yet he couldn’t do anything about it as he has to compromise with the deal that was offered to him. Regardless, Suho wants to be that positive aura that surrounds his friends and families alike, no wonder he doesn’t really bother burdening him with the thoughts that linger his head, even though sometimes he can’t help but to feel that he’s the only one who could get through it, even without their help. Even so, he’s also happy that he’s trusted, with Jaeho telling him these things that he thinks, some of his friends never knew, his ambitions that Suho would always support, it had been the foundation of their friendship, a bond that can’t be tarnished when it was threaded with little hopes and dreams that the two talked about.

“Then what?” From animal analogies to this, he can’t help but to chuckle at the prosper of their talk into a more serious matter at hand. Suho knew that he had to question his friend here and there so he could get a broad understanding of what there is that he has in mind, and so he can also help him in any way possible. “Why didn’t you accepted the deal that you know you’ll have fun doing? Besides, didn’t you said that you can work on flexible shifts there, and they didn’t mind if you have a contract with another bar?”

The follow-up retort made him confused, he was basically contradicting what he was saying about the deals that were placed upon the base of his palm but he didn’t accepted it because of some other things, and he thought that his friend is slowly getting out of his head as he leans back with a sip of his hot chocolate, how can he even possibly understand this now when he’s already bullet pointing the things that he thinks were necessary to say? As he listens, he slowly patches the things together. With his lithe fingers clutched along the cylinder figure of the mug, Suho looks back at his friend with his gaze slightly furrowing. Was this his subtle attempt to tell him that he wanted to take over the job that was supposed to be his? “Wait, wait, what?” He places the mug down to the table as he links his fingers together to get a tighter grip of this, he doesn’t want to think twice, he needs money and he needs a job that can easily give him such, even though he will probably have to take double the multivitamins every day. “Are you saying that you didn’t take the job because you wanted me to cover for you, because you’re a very good friend who thinks of my financial stability? I’ll take it.”

all it takes is the initial reaction he notices for him to sit up in his chair again, moving about awfully a lot in his seat for someone who were just stopping by for a cup of coffee this morning, which obviously not majority of the case. it was only excitement that could trigger this sort of antic, frantic fingers tapping at the surface of the table as he listens to the spoken words that fall smoothly but surely and confidently off the other’s tongue, rousing nothing but roaring relief and gratefulness within Jaeho’s veins, all born anew from his current triumph; getting Suho to wholeheartedly agree to do the stage in his place soon. not that he didn’t want to perform as he should have agreed to from the start – it was his job to begin with, so it wasn’t at all much about any of that. more so a friendly bid, just a little something extra for his friend to gain this month, of course, as he’d previously stated, and also for the bittersweet taste of how it felt to be clapped and cheered for — even toasted to if he were lucky enough to squeeze such a reaction out of the silent, listening crowd. it was the sort of encouragement that often lasted, that would linger on for a while longer than just that particular night and he wants Suho to bask in it as well, so it would be much easier to keep himself up and working and going and looming forward towards what he’d desired the most, all that it might’ve been. to start his new year looking forward to positivism.

“Good, you had no other choice but to take it anyway. I am very proud of you...” sniffle. aish, here it comes — that unbearable behaviour again. typical Jaeho and his dramatic reactions; a hand shifting upwards to rest above the very center of his chest, which for a short-lived moment he pats against in between faux, loud sniffles, looking like an ahjussi in distress. if only Suho would pinch him to get him to stop this madness. 

“But It’s on the 28th, in Hannam. At 11pm sharp, you’ll have to introduce yourself. It’s important to be there on time. Keeps the crowd mellow.” then he’s suddenly returning back to his coffee, almost dipping his entire nose in there in failed attempt to put up a stoic demeanour, tone flatter than any ass as he speaks this time, as if in the middle of discussing some seriously confidential business. “I’ll have to attend either way, too, despite not performing myself. Just in case you get nervous and need hyung to hold onto. Heh.” the sly snicker is the only open gap that specifies his witty intentions for anyone who couldn’t already tell. hopefully Suho catches on soon enough to stand and retreat. save himself.

good thing he can’t leave yet, though, since Jaeho still speaks, emptying his cup with a final sip. “We can go together if you’d like. I’ve been there before so I know the exact location, and wouldn’t want you getting there all late after getting lost. The bar itself is pretty big, modern and full of youth, so you’ll be seeing a lot of people our age. And, only two songs is enough to leave a great impression, so you don’t have to prepare much either.” he nods with a stretching grin, actually more encouraging than anything now. “And you can bring a guest if you'd like. I'm bringing my girl. Suji.”

[godlywarrior-deactivated2013100]

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[kwnjh]

@smueji

“your present is me, i told you.” the words fell off the tip of her tongue with a casual flow, as if having to remove a pen from the concaves of her chest was just an ordinary everyday task– as if this scenario was something so normal to them. which in a way it kind of was. there had been countless moments where she committed the same acts of random scribbles, each time being different as she changed it up to keep things interesting. it would be boring to draw the same things every single time, where would the fun in that be? she wanted to surprise him, even if the creation was a surprise itself. “the christmas card and kisses were just a bonus.” okay, that was kind of backwards. in all actuality they were just like little appetizers, small things to randomly toss out before revealing the big final bang of them all: the actual gift. in a way it was like a maze, he had to go through constant shifts and turns until meeting the exit destination. “be appreciative, ahjussi.” the soft brown hue of her eyes glared down at him all situated in her lap, her lips parting and teeth chattering to imitate the face of someone that was about to bite another individual. “it’s time for art though! I’ve been practicing~” in all actuality her reference to practicing was just the act of applying eyeliner to her own eyes, as it had some similarity to the prominent flick of the wrist that was required in both tasks. but sh, that’s a secret!

finishing the detailing was the most fun part of it all too, after she outlined the little lines on his cheek she was drawing a star on the center of his chin, ‘bsj’ prominently written upside down on his nose, a moon on one eyelid and a random ‘:p’ on the ridge of his adams apple. very handsome. “mm, look at that. you’re so cute.” just to purposefully mess with him she took her thumb and index finger to carefully grab a grip of his nose– making sure not to ruin her art, and rocked his head back and forth while she did her typical baby talk to him. “look at my snuggly honey bear…. so kyuuute.” and when she finally had enough of her fun she was snapping a photo of the moment too, letting the camera roll on her phone be filled with the random influx of pictures that would only grow throughout the progression of the day.

when that little moment had finished she was pulling a trick out of his own book, slipping the pen up and underneath the thin layering of his shirt, the only factor missing that he didn’t have any sort of spacing to shelf the pen when it was fling there. it still was worth the laugh though. “i don’t want to sound greedy but…” she added a little pout too, really hoping she didn’t come off as one of the human characteristics she was appalled by. but this was the only subtle way she could think of to get him to introduce that final little gift to her. she was quite curious after all. “oppa… what’s my last present? heh.”

he doesn’t even need to look in any damn mirror to tell that he currently looked like an actual professional circus clown, the smooth strokes of the dark marker against his flesh and her reaction afterwards, and even the cooing and the innocent smiles enough to have him eventually conclude as such without needing the visuals. besides, he’d complain again if he were to see what she’d done to his facet this time around — even his Adams apple was included this time, but that wouldn’t be much of a nice thing to do after all her ‘hard work’ so partially it explains why he prefers to steer clear from anything that could guarantee his reflection. instead of giving much of a reaction at her grand work of art on his face, save for that signature, dour glance of his that he’d offer over whenever she did that ridiculous baby talk in his presence, he pulled himself up from the comfort of her lap and stood onto his steady knees, the marker pen she’d tucked beneath his thin shirt falling to a loud ‘clunk’ onto the wooden floor of his living room. but he pays it absolutely no mind as he reaches and tugs her up as well, with such force that isn’t supposed to hurt but is much to have her nearly collapse into his arm, but instead she meets the firmness of his chest as he draws his arm around her waist to hold her close to him for a brief moment, which he uses well much to her dismay as he offers a mocking smile. only to annoy her a bit for now. “follow me, then. princess.”

he utters it loud enough for the actual princess to come running into the room for the attention that he were potentially to give her, which he does as he suddenly peels from her presence to crouch down towards the enthusiastic, panting dog, waiting for her loving owner to scratch and kiss her head. maybe even feed her if she were lucky. but not now, he coos, and she almost whines, he swears, but he makes sure to promise that he’d give her some extra snacks for waiting, and like a good princess, she prances off into his bedroom where all her new toys lay astray since she’d been playing all day. he’d have to pick all of them up later. “okay, your turn.” he gestures — a small nod, for her to follow now, and only glances back if she were quiet enough to make him do so. like she ever kept her mouth shut, though. blessing and curse.

the room he brings her to is often visited by just his own person, all of the pieces and sheets and even lack of furniture in here considered as sacred items that weren’t to be bothered by anyone who knew nothing of them. instruments sat about neatly, some which he played and some which he didn’t at all but merely kept as decoration or for the sake of memories made. then almost everywhere there were piano sheets thrown or stacked or even balled up, almost — because the open surface of the largest and most remarkable piece in the room was empty and shining to boot, that surface on which the papers belonged majority of the time. but he’d cleaned it up this morning for the purpose of what he were about to do; finally giving her something that he were meant to give her for a while now, but had little courage to bring it forth on a casual day. because it would bring back many memories that were meant and meant not to be recalled. but today, he just had to do it. he had to. “sit. please. and let me explain.”

ah, he’s nervous. and grows even more anxious when she grows out of her words and silently climbs onto the spacious piano chair. don’t make this hard for me. don’t look at me like that, it’s all he wants to say. with your glinting, round, curious eyes, your perfect little nose and small lips. i’m sorry it was so hard for me to resist you. i just couldn’t help myself. and i’m that same person around you until today. i’m still selfish, and have no shame of it. i should, though, shouldn’t i? “when you left back then, i promised myself that i wouldn’t let it get to me as it should have. i wasn’t confused, i wasn’t desperate. i was actually in love with you, and managed to convince myself that you were with me, too, so i told myself that i wouldn’t let it hurt me.” it’s almost as if there is no more air in his lungs when he sits down beside her and pulls the key cover up, yet he still speaks, even when his tone dies at points, even when his fingers seem to feel numb when they settle onto the keys. “one night, i don’t know what happened. but it hit me, so hard i ended up losing all sleep and my gig that night. i — i wrote a song instead, about you. and today i wanted to show it to you, play it for you, because around this time of the year back then, we met again, and i promised myself that one day i’d let you hear it. now i’ve finally worked up enough balls to do it, so... i hope you like it.”

                   “혹시 아니 내가                     무슨 말을 하려하는지                     너무 빨리 말하진 않을 거야” 

[kwnjh]

bird as ninjas after my bread

´°^°` — ( ooc ) !

knock, knock, knock. “mommy,” the mickey mouse clock on his drawer strikes precisely at three in the morning, widely known as the devil’s hour and usually the time this problem surfaces from solely within the dark comfort of his room. at first when they had moved in this new home, he thought it might have just been a coincidence or something of the like, that whenever it was close to being three in the morning his room would grow dim and shadows would dance, sometimes even see things crawling along his walls and feel a tug at his foot and a scratch at his neck. he thought that maybe he were just hallucinating because of the dank ass memes he’d save and weed he’d smoke before bed. but then one night he decided to try it sober, sleeping that is, and had realized that this place was owned by no one other than his mother — i mean, satan. “wake up...” 

Shou Meng’s mother had always claimed to be Chinese, a chinaboo born in California to a lovely caucasian home. she even named her children after Chinese sex shops she’d been to once in her life before. the best ones - she claimed whenever they asked after coming home from being bullied all day at Chinese school. and he had to admit that sometimes it were comforting, but then when night fell and the lights flickered off- everyone asleep in their rightful rooms, even during nights when he could clearly hear her doing some weird ass shit in there, probably some witch sacrifice, nothing she said mattered anymore because the knocks would consume of his hearing and the whispers would tell him secrets his mother would never straightforwardly confess. like how his father had been punished after getting caught with candies in his pocket while fighting a war and how his little twenty five year old sister sticks glittery dildos up her vagina. even how she’d almost sold him to the Chinese mafia for an icee.

an icee. he was worth an icee — she were evil and he knew it, but didn’t want to believe it. tightly he clutches the sack of bread hidden by his crotch as he approaches his mother’s bed, her toenails as long as her snores. sometimes he’d confuse her with a slumbering, man-eating wolf. she’d changed so much over the years. on her walls symbols are carved, the ceiling painted with a writing that he couldn’t read. probably a bed time story or some shit. “eomma,” though she were Chinese, she understood Korean better, so at that she jerks awake in her bed, the cat, Spuggles, clutching at her titties with her nails. ouch. “the bread ninjas are back.” he whispers and squeezes harder at his bread. did he mention this were a substitute for his balls? “satan’s birds are here.”

his mother cackles and then she spits blood on the floor. these must have been her visitors, from the mafia, trying to kill them for bread. “i’m the pwincess of this palace,” she speaks in a demonic voice, “don’t wowwy Mwengie. Mommy is hewe!” he only blacks out when his sister enters the room as well, missing a toe. long live sex shops, we’re going to caucasian hell tonight. 

[kwnjh]

lie to me and tell me you love me

´°^°` — ( anonymous ) !

“i would, but only thing is that — i don’t love you... because... i don’t know you... you might know me, you might love me, a great man, it’s happened before, but i still don’t know you... so i can’t lie and tell you that the feeling’s mutual. plus, i’m a taken man so my lady wouldn’t like that very much, y’know? she’s got a reeeal nasty personality. she’ll obliterate you and i both. heol...”

[kwnjh]

three carrots, two brocolis, half a corn, scoop of potato salad, and a beef patty

´°^°` — ( anonymous ) !

“...was this your Christmas meal...? sounds so plain...”